Crushing

by Kelly Kay

  “Fuck. Is that all for me? You’re soaked. I fucking love it. I’m so hard for you already." I feel his jeans and begin to unbutton them when he removes my hand from his waistband. “No. We’re just making you come now. Take your jeans and shirt off. Take them off now.”

  I look at him quizzically.

  “New girl. Listen up. I don’t plan to leave anytime soon. There are way too many things we’re going to do to each other tonight for there to be a time limit. No rushing.” I gasp, and he smiles. “First, you’re going to come loudly and then there will be some fast and furious fucking. And after that, I’m going to spend the rest of our time savoring every fucking inch of you. So, Elle, beautiful, sexy-as-fuck stranger, I repeat myself. But only once. Take your jeans and shirt off right now.”

  My mouth is wide open, staring at him and his declaration that just made my whole body tingle. He kisses me deeply and then nods at me. I don’t usually do well with being told what to do, but his commanding presence and my anonymity help me comply.

  I peel up the hem of my t-shirt, and it gets flung onto the floor. Joshua is instantly on my chest. His hands grip the outside of my bra as his thumbs circle my already rock-hard nipples. They’re straining to get out, and he’s teasing them. Then he pulls my jeans down, kissing his way down my legs. I step out of my pants and turn around for him.

  “Fuck. That’s a good outfit. You’re fucking stunning. Damn. This ass. Christ. That was underneath your tourist crap all this time. Sexy as fuck.” He smacks my ass, and I gasp loudly. “This is mine tonight.”

  He kneels and kisses all the parts of me in front of him. He’s so tall that this is a proper angle for him. We have almost a foot difference between us, I’d guess. He’s so strong and sexy. I tear at his shirt buttons while he worships me, his lips leaving a trail and his hands continuing their excellent work with my tits. Then he stands and reaches around and releases my breasts. He goes right back to pulling, nipping, sucking, and cupping. He takes my nipples and rolls them through his fingers and sucks each one until I moan loudly. He stops and puts his hands on my hips and turns me around.

  “Your ass is amazing. They should stop making this panty for anyone but you.”

  He kisses the top of my ass and then grabs a handful. With a playful slap, he stands back up. “Take them off and go over to the bed. Sit up and spread your legs for me.”

  “What? Wait, did you just order me to…”

  He cuts me off with a finger to my mouth. I grin and open my lips to let it fall onto my tongue then wrap my lips around it to suck. “Don’t answer me. Do as I say. Take your panties off. Hand them to me. I’ve decided to keep them. I don’t want anyone else to ever get the pleasure of seeing them on your perfect ass. Now get on the bed.”

  No one has ever ordered me to do anything like this, but the sudden torrent of wetness between my legs tells me that my body must like it. It’s incredibly hot, and I’m just going to see how it plays out.

  He throws the duvet onto the floor in a flourish and stands there commandingly staring at me. Then comes over and takes my cheek sweetly. He bends me down to the bed and kisses me gently. I rub my hand on his chest lightly, and his hand covers mine. After a soft and lovely kiss, he takes my hand in his and brushes his lips over the top. He presses a kiss to the top of my hand, and I smile at him.

  His shirt is unbuttoned, and I’m glancing at his perfect chest and commanding shoulders as he stands, leaving me wanting him. I want to touch him, but he keeps his focus on me.

  He’s broad and lovely. He makes a small production of putting my underwear into his pocket. I giggle, and then he removes his jeans. He’s not wearing anything underneath. Holy shit, I am not giggling anymore. I did not know dicks like this existed in real life. His hard, long, and insanely large cock breaks free. Yesterday at LaChappelle/Whittier vineyard, I saw some Old Vine Zinfandel grapevines. They were thick, solid, ropey, and long. He’s got a long thick vine, and I’m going to harvest every inch of that.

  He smiles that I’m staring at it. He strokes it, and it grows even more. I don’t know how it’s getting bigger. I’m licking my lips when he comes to the bed, tossing his shirt behind him. My eyes return to his, and he raises an eyebrow, seemingly pleased that I can’t stop staring at his cock. It’s literally the elephant in the room.

  He draws one breast into his mouth like he’s trying to suck my orgasm out that way. I arch my back. He swirls his tongue then nips at me. I moan loudly. It’s been a while since a man’s tongue was on me. He kisses me deeply while his hands keep kneading and pinching my nipples.

  Joshua proposes something to me. “That’s such a good fucking sound. Here’s the deal.” I sit up on my elbows as he holds himself up over me, basically planking. His defined and massive biceps caging me in place. The man is insanely sexy while doing a difficult core exercise like a pro. And his abs are definitely pro worthy.

  “Will this deal put your mouth back on my body?”

  He smiles wickedly at me. “You keep making that sound, and I’ll make you come so hard your toes will cramp. You’ll beg me to stop making you come. You stop making that sound, and I stop.”

  I say in a lusty voice that I didn’t know I had. “I’ll do anything you want.”

  “Change of plans. I’ll eat you out later. Because what I want is to turn you over and fuck the hell out of you right now.”

  “Good. That’s what I want too.” I answer.

  His hands snake down my stomach and suddenly his fingers are playing with me. I groan as he pushes a finger inside of me. “A little prep work, new girl.”

  I managed to moan, “Good work.” Then he adds a second and third finger stretching and pumping inside of me. I scream his name as I get close to coming.

  Then he’s gone. I protest and he laughs at me. His hands reach down to his jeans. I hear him grab a condom from his wallet. I help him roll it on, and in that brief contact with his cock, I almost came.

  He planks over me again, and I just want to feel the weight of him in and on me. Joshua says, “Perhaps like this at first.”

  My eyes flash wide as he kneels on the edge of the bed. He pulls me down to him, and I feel his cock nudge at my entrance. I quickly reach down and line him up perfectly. He stays right at the entrance as he pulls my legs around him, pulling my pelvis up and instead of driving into me, he’s pulling me down slowly onto him. My breath is gone as he inches in. Our eyes connect, and we’re moaning already. I’m stretching to take him, but I’m so wet that the path is smooth for him.

  “Fuck, yes,” I say to him in a breathy tone.

  “Fuck. Shit. Elle. You’re so tight. You’re the perfect pussy.” And then the moment ends as we both begin to move as wildly as we can. We’re slamming into each other, and he’s filling every crevice of me. He’s driving over and over. He moves my hips again with his large, powerful hands. He angles me and begins hitting the most perfect spot. He reaches his thumb for my clit, and I won’t last long. I need this so badly. I see his lips curl as I begin breathing quickly.

  “I want to feel you come on my dick. Elle. I want to give this to you. Come for me. Come.”

  “Yes. Yes. I can. I’m coming. I can’t stop it.” And I’m dancing in that glorious moment where I want to move in and stay. That fleeting moment of being utterly present in the moment. Nothing else matters except pleasure.

  “Don’t stop yourself. There’s always more. Do it. Let me see you come. Let me feel it so I can come.”

  I contract around his dick as the rest of my body freezes in position for one moment. His thumb pressing down as he speeds up inside of me.

  When I moan loudly and shudder, his growl fills the room as he fills the condom.

  Both of us are staring with our eyes wide as the last ripple of pleasure glides over us. Then we rhythmically try to catch our breath. Joshua leans over me and kisses me sweetly.

  “Sweet fucking Christ.” He says as he lays down on the bed to face me. He moves my hair out of my face. I
shudder a little at his touch. I’m still so sensitive.

  “I know.” I gasp out.

  “I don’t remember coming that hard in forever. Or that quickly. You have one magical cunt.” I grin sheepishly. I usually cringe at that word, but I like it from his sexy lips. As manly as he is and every inch is manly, there’s a boyish charm to his face. He slowly backs out of me, and we both groan a bit.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Joshua

  That was not to be forgotten. I need so much more of her tonight. Shit. That was fucking epic. She’s a demon in bed. I head to the bathroom and remove my condom. I bring her a towel to clean up. I rinse off. She’s grabbed the sheet from the floor and wrapped it around herself in a makeshift coverup. I join her in bed.

  I look at her. I kiss her shoulder, and she moans lightly. Her eyes are soft and silky looking. It’s like they’re liquid gems. She reaches for my head and runs her fingers through my hair as I continue kissing and sucking on her neck and shoulder.

  I say to her while still feasting on her perfect pearl skin. “What do you want to do now? Gin Rummy? I mean I’ll need a minute until I can ravage you again.” And I need an excuse not to leave. It’s all fucked up. Leaving is one of the things I do best, and I can’t quite make myself do it at this moment.

  She giggles, and it’s like a soft purring. “Sure.” She stands up, she lets the sheet fall to the ground. She’s wholly unselfconscious and unaware of what her delicious curves do to me. Women usually cover up with a discarded shirt or disappear into the bathroom instantly. But this one, thoroughly gorgeous and naked, pulls a deck of cards and a bottle of Gelbert Family Winery Cab from the mini-fridge area. She holds them up, and I’m baffled by this sexy stranger. Her nipples are reaching for me, and I’m lost in her tits. How is it she’s this comfortable with me already? How is it that I’m comfortable enough with her to stay? I grab a pen and paper from the desk.

  She grabs a t-shirt from the floor. I wish I could tell her to put on my shirt, but instead she drapes it and my jacket over a chair. I tell her the truth. “I’m going to kick your ass.” She giggles again at me. “You know, you’re a fucking Hellcat in bed.”

  Elle answers me right back with all the sass she can muster. “You know, I’m only playing cards to give your dick a little break before I’m going to need that thing inside of me again.” She sits back into the bed and reassembles the sheet around herself, looking like she owns the world. She’s so confident, it’s like being with myself. Nothing wrong with a little arrogance. She must master her world. She must be in charge of things somewhere. I’m so fucking intrigued.

  I lean over and pull her face to mine. I hold her there staring at her deep liquid jade eyes for way too long. Then I kiss her again. Our lips meeting in a gentle way. Then she opens for me, and I lick into her mouth. Our tongues meeting in long sensual strokes rather than totally amped up. The kiss is hot enough that I pull a sweet moan from her. “Hellcat.”

  She protests. “I am not.”

  “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

  We actually play Rummy, and she’s solidly beating me. We barely get through the firsthand of our second game when the sheet slips and I see her legs exposed. There’s no way I can go on with this charade.

  “Is that your strategy? To distract me?” I raise an eyebrow and lick my lips.

  She inquires, “Is it working?”

  “Fuck, yes. That path to the perfect pussy opening up to me. Daring for me to suck the hell out of it. And you want me to see if I can match my three of spades? Hell no.” I tackle her. The cards go flying. She laughs as I dive under her shirt and take her breast into my mouth.

  She arches her back and protests in jest. “But the game. I want to finish the game. I was winning.” She smiles as she picks a the Jack of Clubs off my ass.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Elle

  Joshua is caging my body again, and I’m so happy we’re done with cards.

  He says, “Maybe we finish later, but first I need to taste you. I want your pussy so wet for me that I slide right in. In fact, I’m going to suck all of you until you come and crash all over my face. Then I’m going to be buried in you again. But right now, I’m hungry for that clit. I need to hear that perfect noise erupt from those fuckable lips of yours.”

  No one has ever spoken to me like this, and I am dancing on the edge of coming just from the dirty description of the things he’s going to do to me. My lips curl up slightly. “Yes.”

  “You’re not getting this, Elle. I don’t want to hear your words anymore. I said your response is that glorious moan. Don’t make me punish you.” And my eyes widen at the thought of what that could be. Shit. I want everything this man wants to do to me.

  I moan his name loudly as his fingers trail through my slick slit and down to the rim of my pussy. My clit pulsing and desperate for attention it finally gets as his face disappears. He’s nipping below, and I’m tugging at my own breasts trying to mirror his movements. The pain of his teeth mixes with potent pleasure, driving me closer and closer to climax. His head peeks up, and he sees me playing. He sits up and cups me, scooping up slickness with his finger and then pinches and wets down my nipples.

  “Oh, good god. Oh. Joshua. Fuck. Yes.” I arch my back into him.

  He returns to dining on me, and I can’t help it. His tongue enters me and slides in and out like he’s trying to taste every part of me. I’m grinding into him, trying to increase the pressure on my clit. I feel it build low in my belly. I’ve been ready and coiled up for days, never finding the electric fucking hot lighting that I need to coarse through me like it’s doing right now. It’s epic as I release with a giant groan and then quiver as he keeps going. He’s relentless, pushing me to come again. I pull his head into me. He won’t stop, and I twitch again, riding the wave of a second and possibly a third orgasm. I’m a slave to the moment. I can do nothing but release every bit of tension I’ve ever had. And shutter all around him, gasping his name. I think I black out for a second.

  My eyes pop open as I am stunned. No one has ever found that much in me before. All I want is more.

  Chapter Twenty

  Joshua

  I devour every bit of her, and she doesn’t disappoint with her moaning. I feel her crash into me again and again. My dick is so fucking hard it’s aching for her.

  “Fuck. Elle. Do you know how good you taste?” I wet my fingers down and take them to her lips. I paint her lips with her. She emits a low growl like she’s meowing and licks them.

  “I’ve never tasted me before. It’s sweet and tart at the same time.”

  “You should know that it’s an honor to sample. Most are not this way. I could eat that sweet pussy of yours all day, but there are other things to explore right now.” I’m uncharacteristically honest, not something I’m used to doing on a one-night stand. I also don’t remember playing cards during any night of fucking either. But fuck me, she does taste good.

  She’s got wild eyes like I could fuck her any way I wanted to right now. But I need my cock tended to. I want to fuck her face. Her lips now wet and flushed. I move up the bed. She’s quick to sit up and grab me. We’re kneeling, and she’s kissing me, showing her appreciation for what I just did for her. Her glorious tits smashed up against me with her hands, stroking me. And as if she’s a mind reader, she drops her head and licks me from root to tip then takes the tip into her mouth while holding the base of my shaft.

  “Fuck. You’re good. Fuck. Elle.”

  She moans in response. And I need to just keep her coming. All night. For the first time in a long time, it’s not about me. It’s about her. I reach around her fabulous backside to find my way back into her vagina. I thrust a finger in her, and she picks up her pace on my dick.

  “Good girl. Just keep moaning. You can take more.”

  Then I reach down and get two fingers inside of her and pump away as she sucks and flicks. She’s taken most of me in her mouth. I can feel her throat we
lcoming my cock as I rock slowly between her lips. I’m so deep. Her eyes water a little, but there’s no gagging, she swallows me down, and I’m close. I can feel the back of her throat. Fuck, no one can do that. I can’t take it. I pull my fingers out of her, grab my wallet to find another condom.

  She’s groping at me, and I spread her legs. I plunge instantly inside of her wet and tight cunt. She moans loudly as I slowly ease out and then back in. I want to do this all night or forever.

  “You’re so tight. You’re so fucking good for my cock.”

  She’s staring at me with her Hellcat look that’s going to tip me over the edge. Then I watch her face as her pussy contracts around my cock. I watch her arch her back, and it’s a fabulous fucking thing to see, so hot. I must get myself under control, or I’ll blow. She bucks harder into me, and then I jam my thumb on top of her clit. She screams loudly again and squeezes even harder. It’s too much to take. I wanted to last longer, but she does something to me. I unload inside of her. We both twitch and come for what seems like forever. Both riding wave after wave of ecstasy together. Okay. So that’s the hardest I’ve come since like an hour ago.

  I fall next to her. Her soft blonde hair is all around. As we catch our breaths and she recovers from what I gave her, at least four orgasms, she rolls over on top of me. “You have no idea how badly I needed that. I haven’t been fucked like that maybe ever.”

  I smile at her like I’m going to keep her. And that’s not something I do. But her pussy is crack, and I just want more. And that face. It’s stunning, and I’m lost in trying to figure out what else will make her skin blush other than orgasms.

  I jump up to get towels and clean us both up, my dick still twitching at the sight of her creamy skin and slight Irish flush. Not sure how my cock is still working. It’s a shame I’ll probably never see her again. And I don’t even know where she’s from. There are many more things I want to do to her.