by Cyr, Cory
He took a pregnant pause as he tossed the cloth to the floor. “It’s clean enough I believe. You want to own me, Weezie? Control me? You do, you know. You own my heart, and when you take me in your mouth, I’ll wager you’ll possess my soul.”
Now it was my turn to shiver. His words had merit. I hated the fact that he made me yearn for so many things. This was my only way of showing him who was in charge. I held the power of ownership.
I pushed myself up and sat on the bed. I began to stroke him, root to tip. His cock was smooth and hot to my touch. A tiny crystal bead surfaced at the slit as I flicked my tongue across his crown. I felt Keenan’s body instantly go stiff as he groaned loudly.
Out of my peripheral vision, I could see his body straining to recover just from one taste. His brow was furrowed, and I noticed his breathing had gone shallow. I trailed my fingers down his thick length to his balls and sack. They too were heavy in weight and full. Both were drawn up. I was fascinated that in less than a minute, Keenan was ready. His release was imminent, although I could tell he was fighting it with great difficulty. Surely, he had fellatio before.
“You want me to stop so you can catch your breath?” I asked in amusement.
Sensing my merriment, his reply was rather drier than usual for an Englishman. “Hell no, I don’t need to catch my breath.”
“Calm down, Kee. I was just asking. Not one of those plastic piranha boy-looking models ever suck your cock?”
“Jesus Christ, Weezie. Yes, I’ve had fellatio before, but not by the woman I just professed my love to.”
I snapped my lips together tightly. How did I react to those words? This man could be so literary and proper. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking when I said the things I did. I wasn’t trying to test him, although he might have thought that. I’d never been with a man that was so responsive to my touch.
He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. His shaft looked like it was made of steel and hard enough to cut a diamond, and it was begging me to continue. The engorged head wept lubrication as I began massaging it. I traced my finger slowly around the rim of the crown and tongued the slit while blowing a wisp of air across it. Keenan’s response was to squirm and moan. I teased his balls gently with the tip of a fingernail, then reached below to cup his sack. I curled as much of my hand as I could around his cock and began to stroke him. His body shuddered as I continued to slide my hand up and down, lingering on every vein and contour.
He let out a gasp as I sucked him deep into my mouth. My cheeks hallowed out as I tried to take him in fully. Even for me, it was impossible. I felt him at the back of my throat, his crown skimming across the roof of my mouth. The salty drops of precum tasted rich against my tongue as I held him at the base and continued to lick and nibble. I could feel a slight thumping. His shaft swelled larger, and my mouth knew it was only moments until he came. I teased every inch I could by swirling my tongue and grazing my teeth against him. His entire body went taut as his hand went to my head and he began to pump in my mouth. I suctioned my lips securely as I felt him pull back.
“I need to come,” he groaned in a breathy voice.
I looked up at him briefly, and our eyes captured each other’s long enough for me to signal I wanted him to release. He acknowledged my wishes by thrusting into my mouth with a fury that took me by surprise. For a moment, I almost gagged. As if he could sense my discomfort, he withdrew slightly.
“Jesus, holy hell, and—”
I could no longer hear him verbalize anything as his body convulsed and shuddered. He erupted into my mouth with a heavy stream of hot come. I attempted to swallow it, but it was too much. He pumped a few more times, then pulled out. I tried to catch his release as it dripped from the corners of my lips.
“Sorry, baby, I got carried away.”
I stared at him with a crooked grin. “Other women gave you blowjobs, aka puff chores? Seriously?”
“Not like that. Never like that. I can see why—never mind. I don’t want to think about that right now.”
I knew exactly what he meant and what he was saying. The other men. The ones I’d given blowjobs too. I could sense he wanted exclusivity. I couldn’t do that. It would be going against my character. Even though his cock was exceptional. Breathtaking and unrestrained just like the man. Oh, Keenan was self-controlled and genteel, but in the bedroom, he was unbridled. That was the man that mesmerized me. The scary thing was I found myself rather infatuated with the straight-laced version too. It was like the best of both worlds. Unfortunately, I wasn’t like him. I was the same in both worlds.
But he loved me, or he thought he did. He had no idea how I could fuck with his head, and not in a sexual way. I had no experience with love and romance. I’d never made it a priority. Attachments served no purpose, at least to me. I’d seen what giving her heart to a man had done to Haven, twice. Regardless of how happy she was now, I’d witnessed firsthand the drama and anguish. It didn’t inspire me to want to follow in her footsteps. Besides, men didn’t love me. I wasn’t the woman you took home to your family. I was the one who sucked your cock. My one true quality.
“Can we share our feelings tomorrow?” I said as I rolled onto my side.
I felt his hand as he pulled up the sheet to cover me. “I have no issue with that. Just know the way I feel right now isn’t going to change in eight hours. Besides, I don’t think I’m done with you yet. I plan to fuck you again. It’s only midnight. I’ll wager I can squeeze out two or three more orgasms before sunrise,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the side of my neck.
I murmured something as his hand delved between my thighs and began to make direct contact with my clit. The man was insatiable. I had met my equal. And he had to ruin it all by falling in love with me.
12
I woke up to noise. Ugh. I had a slight headache from too much wine and not enough sleep. My thighs felt like I’d ridden my exercise bike for twenty miles. And my pussy, well-worn and pummeled. Big time. As I tried to get out of my bed, I felt as if every muscle had been stretched to its capacity and then some. Jesus, even my jaw ached. Keenan was a man that left a lasting impression.
I yawned as I raised my arms over my head, attempting a few yoga poses to get my blood flowing. Fuck that. No yoga plow posing for me this morning. I’d already been plowed like a Kansas farm gearing up for spring planting.
I noticed Keenan’s shirt and pants still lying on the chair. What the hell? Was he strolling through my house naked? I grabbed a fresh pair of panties and threw on his shirt. He was so tall it came down to mid thigh on me. I decided against a bra. Why? Because if that man could strut without his clothes—God help me—I could go sans bra. I padded to the kitchen. Fuck me. No, on second thought, don’t fuck me. He stood in the kitchen in front of the stove with his back to me, wearing only his striped briefs. I had a sudden sense of déjà vu. I’d come upon Latch in this very kitchen. Thank the good Lord Haven’s boy toy had donned pants, but if I recalled the incident correctly, that’s all he had on.
“Good morning, baby,” Keenan said as he turned around to greet me. He held a mug of steaming coffee in one hand and a spatula in the other. He really loved that particular kitchen tool. “Want some coffee? Take mine.”
Seriously, could he be any sweeter? Bastard. I snatched the mug from his hand, praying the coffee might suppress the continual building thump in my brain. I’d been over-fucked. I wondered if you could die from too many orgasms. Although, it wasn’t the worst way I could go.
I was a glutton for punishment. I just had to let my eyes drift to his dick. Damn. As soon as I did that, it was as if my stare had penetrated his briefs and caused them to tent. I swear I tried to look away, but I was spellbound, so I watched. I thought I had power with a cock in my mouth. Evidently, my eyes were magic too. Double-crossing. Treacherous. Vagina. I felt heat spike in my lower half. That familiar throbbing hit me right between the lips, and not the ones I was currently pursing. Exactly how was it possible that in my we
akened condition, I wanted him—and judging from his present state, he felt the same?
“Fuck the eggs,” he remarked as he tossed the spatula on the counter and pulled me into him.
He gently tweaked a nipple as he pressed his erection into me. God, there was that dry humping again. He languidly traced his tongue across my bottom lip as he pushed forward into my mouth. The kiss was without urgency, slow and gentle. As he continued, his hand palmed the front of my sex. I felt so hot; I was surprised my pussy didn’t scorch him. He blew a soft moan into my mouth while I ghosted my fingers across his crotch. He immediately pulled the polo over my head and then proceeded to push my panties down to my ankles. I kicked them off as I watched him tug off his briefs.
Yeah, still beautiful and huge.
“You know it’s dangerous to cook with an apparatus that big,” I said, giggling as I fondled him. “I meant to ask if you’ve measured it. I know you have.”
“Nine and a half inches.”
Mama. “Did I ever tell you 9 1/2 Weeks was my favorite movie? You appear to have an inch for every week,” I said, chuckling. “What about the eggs?”
His eyes rolled back into his head. “Yeah, well, the only thing I plan on scrambling right now is you. Assume the position.”
Excuse me? What is this, fuck me boot camp?
I thought maybe a little savor and lick on both parts. I sucked him; he licked me. And we were both content. But fucking? Oh, I didn’t know about that.
I eyed his cock. My pussy sounded the alarm. I had yet to distinguish if that throbbing meant yes, yes, yes or run like hell and guard your loins. I stood there naked and watched him fold his arms across his chest. He definitely meant fucking. No foreplay for breakfast. Shit.
“You know, I was kind of thinking maybe a light snack or, in your case, a big one,” I quipped. “I mean, seriously, we didn’t go to sleep until dawn. I’m not complaining, but five orgasms. I’d say it was pretty good for a woman of my seasoned age.” I was now leaning toward grabbing his shirt off the floor.
“It was seven. Orgasms. I’m young and virile and British.” He snorted.
I hadn’t thought about that. I’d never been with anyone younger, ever. I mean, I wasn’t old, but he was eleven years younger. I wondered if there was such a thing as sex years, kind of like dog years.
“Wait, what? British… what does being British have to do with fucking?” I snickered.
He moved in closer and bent his head until his lips were at my ear. “We Brits take our fucking seriously. We have higher standards.”
I pushed him back, laughing. “Bullshit. You’re just a typical man who wants to get laid.”
“This is true, but I am extremely OCD when it comes to figures. Everything must be even numbers, even orgasms. Now turn around and grab the counter.”
Now my sex was screaming. I couldn’t wait until he was inside me. I bent slightly, placing my hands on the marble as his hand slapped my ass.
“Ow, motherfucker, that hurt.”
“You know, instead of a curse jar, I think every time you say the F-word, I’ll just slap your ass.”
“So I get a free pass on bastard, cock, pussy, and shit?”
Keenan began chuckling as his fingers slid between the crack of my ass. I suddenly tensed. I enjoyed anal occasionally. But with his cock—oh, hell no! I finally felt his fingers slide into my pussy as he used his index and thumb to rotate my clit.
“You’re so wet. I love the sound it makes when I slide my fingers in and out.”
Any other time, that remark might have embarrassed me, but I was gearing up for a mini orgasm. As I pushed against his hand, he suddenly withdrew his fingers. I wasn’t at all gratified by this empty sensation. I’d been on the cusp of a release, and now, zip, zero—nada. My head slumped as I sighed.
Keenan pushed into me with one thrust that momentarily stunned me. In this position, his cock had descended so deeply it stole my breath. He began to undulate his hips with every stroke. I felt pressure as he pushed into me. His teeth nipped at my neck as his arms corralled me. With every slap of our bodies, there was an agonizing tingle, a tortuous ache, and an awareness of every single sensation coursing through my body.
He scared the hell out of me. The appeal of those sensations made me feel clingy. I loathed that emotion. I never wanted to be one of those women. The ones who decided their lives weren’t complete without a man. I was happy Haven had found Latch. After what she endured, she deserved love. And no matter what a prick he’d been in the past, the one thing I knew without a doubt was he loved her. But that would never be me.
I had to admit it was somewhat exhilarating that one of the world’s hottest male models coveted me. I was still having a hard time understanding that logic. Haven had always thought it was the chase with Latch; maybe those two men had that in common.
I noticed Keenan’s hand slip from the countertop and then grip my hip. My pussy began to clench his swelling flesh.
“Fuck. I love it when your muscles tighten around my dick and squeeze me like a vise.” He groaned as he pumped faster.
My release was on the edge. That familiar tingling began at my toes, shifting to my sex. I whimpered as I bit down on my lip. The more he ground into me, the more I eased back onto his cock. My legs could hardly hold me up they were shaking so bad, and my body began to spasm and splinter into pleasure. I could feel my climax rush to meet his. Our bodies seemed to meld together the moment he exploded into me, filling me with his heat. My body tingled with satisfaction. I desperately wanted to hold on to this moment. I had too many emotions coursing through me right then as I sucked in a breath and eased back into Keenan.
“Damn, that was—” I spit out, barely able to make my words audible.
“Earth shattering?” he said as he brushed his hands against my back.
He paused, then pressed a kiss to my shoulder before pulling out. I bit back a quiet sob, trying not to appear desperate at the loss. Our bodies fit together so well, even considering his girth. I had convinced myself that, eventually, my pussy would become sufficient to fit his proportions. I’d also mentally ascertained because he’d already bared his soul and told me he loved me, all our feelings were now exposed.
Keenan knew how I felt, and I hoped he understood with clarity that loving him would never be a possibility. I did adore being with him, and the sex—holy shit, I really loved it. Yes, waiting four months had been brutal, but regardless, it had been worth it. So in retrospect, I had a super hot-as-hell model boyfriend, a gargantuan cock, and he was giving me the green light to do my thing as long as no other man did his thing. I might need Keenan to clarify all this. I didn’t want to lose him… or this. He wasn’t pushing me to give more or to be more. The man didn’t want to change me. But I did feel different. He had altered something.
“Hungry, baby?” he asked while he pulled on his briefs and handed me his polo.
I slipped it over my head. “Yeah, I am. Eggs but no sausage.” I chuckled as I gave him a heated glance.
“Very well. Your wish is my command.”
How I wished that were true. Then he would just be a fuck buddy and not a man who loved me. I watched as he turned the stove back on and began to heat a clean pan. I leaned against the sink as I watched him cook. I wished I could take pictures and post them on Twitter. But the paparazzi was bad enough without a million female followers sending out death threats to the woman who got lucky enough to have Keenan Stone scramble her eggs (among other things) and feed her his sausage.
We ate breakfast—well, actually brunch—out on the veranda. I struggled through drinking my coffee because all I could think about was him. I wanted—no, I needed to taste him again. This had never happened to me. I had rules. I hated revisiting the same cock. It was all about the unfamiliar and untouched territory. But Keenan was unique. His region was absolutely worth exploring again and again.
My condominium was extremely secluded, well hidden in the hills. Nothing below but valley w
ith empty terrain. I strolled into the kitchen and retrieved a towel, then went back outside. I placed it by his feet and got on my knees as I watched him arch an eyebrow. He turned his chair toward me, allowing my hand to cup his already substantial bulge.
“We could go inside. I’m not sure I want to give your neighbors or a passing plane a show.”
I laughed greedily as I released his cock from his briefs. It jutted outward, firm and ready. “You’re big, Kee, but I seriously doubt a plane would see us. Besides, I have no neighbors.”
I dragged his briefs down to his ankles and watched as he kicked them off. I swept my hands up and down along his thighs as I nudged them apart with a kiss. There was the lingering scent of myself on him. I’d always given fellatio before, never after. I wrapped my hand around the base and began to lick from his balls up to his crown.
“Christ, that feels amazing.” Keenan’s body swiveled as I darted my tongue across the head and teased the small slit.
His entire body shivered as I trailed back down his length, going from side to side with long licks. As I came to his balls again, I caressed both with a kiss as I cradled them in my hand. His body went stiff. I knew he was attempting to keep himself in check. Both my hands kneaded him as I worked my way back up to his swollen head. I watched through observant eyes as he began white-knuckling the chair. He looked pensive. The crown glistened. Seeing it made my mouth water. I centered my mouth over it and covered him slowly with my lips. It must have been excruciating for him, because he exhaled with a loud moan. I held on to the base of his length as I sucked. I methodically cupped my other hand tighter, and using the lubricants from his precum as well as my saliva, I began using my tongue in a swirling motion, covering as much of his cock as possible.
“Baby, you’re killing me—in a good way. This is going to be ov—aw, fuck.”