by M. J. Fields
“Zandor, please fuck me. I don’t need all this. It’s not who I am.” She was panting.
I slipped another finger roughly into her. “This better?”
“God yes.” She pushed against my hand.
“I’ll fuck you like a whore, Bekah, if that’s what you want. But after, you’re not going anywhere, because I’m gonna lick you and suck you everywhere because you deserve that. I will treat you like the sweet little kitten you are.”
I kissed her hard and she moaned against my mouth making my cock feel heavier, fucking aching like it has since I laid eyes on her.
“Sit, bella.”
I stepped back and she sat on the edge of the bed.
I knelt between her legs and reached down and stroked myself a couple times. “You do shit to me Kitten, shit that no one else has ever done.”
I spread her legs wide and looked at her pussy. “Next time I’m between your legs I want the room lit up. Not just the moonlight illuminating your beautiful curvy body.”
I licked my lips. “I am going to lick you raw, Bekah. If it hurts because I can’t stop please let me know.”
I spread her with my thumb and finger. “You’re so wet, so fucking wet you’re dripping.”
I leaned in and flicked my tongue over her pussy and she whimpered, “Zandor.”
“Kitten, shhh.” I watched as I slowly slid a finger into her and she yelled out my name again.
“Bekah, I can’t wait to have my cock in here.” I slipped another in her.
She arched back. “Fuck!”
“Not yet, Bekah, I haven’t even started.”
I pulled my finger out and lifted her legs so that they were on my back. I leaned in and rubbed my nose across her pubes and inhaled deeply. “You smell delicious.”
“Zandor, please…”
I licked and her heels pushed down hard on my back so I licked again--harder.
I fucking loved how she tasted, I loved her hair tickling my nose and the way she smelled so sweet. We had spent an entire day in a car, ate dinner, and danced and her scent still made me hot as hell. I fucked her harder with my tongue and then I gave her clit a little taste.
“Aww, oh God!”
I licked her more, harder, deeper, and I felt her tight muscles clench around my tongue. I nearly came right then.
I bit her lips and rubbed my thumb in light circles over her clit.
“I’m gonna…Oh God!”
She tried to pull back and I gripped her thighs and spread her farther apart. I pushed my face against her and sucked her clit until she screamed my name over and over again as she bucked wildly against my face.
I stood up and lifted her legs so they rested against my shoulder.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her and we both moaned out loud.
“You’re real tight Kitten.”
I continued rubbing my cock up and down her wet sweet pussy slickening up my cock with her sweet milk.
“Roll over.”
She did as she was asked. “Stay right there.” I clutched her full round beautiful ass. “Or I’ll spank you.”
I reached down and grabbed my pants and pulled out a condom and carefully rolled it on.
“You came prepared.”
“Not really.” I rubbed against her. “I only brought one.” I pushed into her and stilled, I didn’t want to cum yet and the fuck if I wasn’t going to if I didn’t find some way to distract myself. “Good thing condoms are reversible.” I circled my hips stretching her tight little twat.
“Oh yeah, how’s that work?” she bit down on her lip and whimpered as I pushed in a little more.
“Turn it inside out and shake the fuck out of it.” I looked up at her and her lips turned up and that was it. “I’ve got very little control right now-- I want in so fucking bad Kitten.”
“Fuck me, Zandor,” her hips thrust toward me.
I grabbed her hips and held onto them tightly and thrust into her, hard. I was all in and she blew the fuck up. Eyes rolling back, biting her lips so hard it hurt me to watch, had it not been for her letting go and screaming my name. My name, God’s name, and whatever all the other damn words flying out of her mouth were that encouraged me to continue pounding into her.
After fucking her with everything I was, I had to slow it down. My cock was throbbing, ready to burst, but I was nowhere near being done with her.
She lifted her arms gasping, “Please.”
“Yeah.” I unwrapped her arms and threw the belt to the side of the bed while I rolled her over and rubbed her wrists and covered the light pink marks with my lips and tongue.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Bekah.” I rammed into her again and she grabbed a hold of me. “FUCK!”
Her body shook, fucking shook as she came again.
I continued until I felt her relax.
I stopped my punishing or ‘don’t fucking forget’ thrusts (as they would be for her now) as she laid boneless beneath me.
I looked down into her startled blue eyes, and she rolled her head to the side breaking eye contact. “Look at me Kitten.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head no, and I slammed into her and she clutched me with her little claws. “Look at me!”
Her eyes popped open and I saw tears welling in them. “Christ, Bekah, did I hurt you?”
She let out a shaky breathe. “No…yes..”
“Which is it, Bekah?”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“We’ve both wanted this to happen for a long fucking time now.” I bent down and kissed her pouty little pink lips and then bit the lower one pulling it out.
“So what now?”
“We aren’t done yet.” I bent my head and pulled at her nipples and she whimpered. “But I don’t know what you mean. What’s supposed to happen next?” I pushed into her again and then stilled.
She closed her eyes and huffed. “Well you’re supposed to be like did you come baby and…”
“Hold up, guys have asked you that?” I was real fucking amused when she nodded yes. “Kitten, I’m so sorry.”
“What…why?”
“If a guy has to ask if you came than he obviously didn’t do his fucking job properly.” I licked her neck. “I can tell you that you came when I fucked you with my finger, again with my tongue, by the way, your pussy tastes like heaven. Then you came—twice, while I was balls deep inside the sweetest little pussy I have ever had the pleasure of fuckin’.”
She smiled and shook her head from side to side. “Arrogant.”
“No Kitten, not really.” I winked.
She giggled and covered her face.
I grabbed her hands restraining them in one hand. Then I cupped her chin and kissed her hard. “My turn to come, Bekah.”
I was pounding into her and she was pounding back.
I don’t know what the hell came over me but as I came harder than I ever had before I yelled out, get this shit cause I’ll only say it once, “I’m gonna cuddle the fuck out of you, Kitten!”
Cuddle Fucker
Bekah
He lay lifeless and heavy on top of me but I was still full inside and could feel him throbbing, or was that me? Unbelievable. I wanted him again and I had no idea how I could want it again when I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be able to walk for weeks.
He nuzzled into my neck and grabbed my breast. “Hmmm.”
God he smelled so good, I certainly hoped I did.
“Amazing.” He dragged his nose down my collar bone and between my chest and took his full beautiful lips and sucked hard and groaned again before looking up at me.
“You are more amazing than I imagined.” I closed my eyes and shook my head no. “No, you’re not?”
“I have to use the bathroom.”
“I wanna stay right here.” He rotated his hips against me and I gasped.
He bit his bottom lip and smiled at me, that arrogant-as-hell smile that I had found incredibly sexy from the first time I saw him
. I was so fucking screwed. He was a fucking dream to look at and a dream in bed and if I had learned anything in my past, dream guys disappear quickly and this guy, well he was gonna take a long time to forget.
“You’re awfully quiet, Kitten.” He kissed my nose and put his hands on either side of my head as he played with my hair. “Did I fuck you silent?”
Cocky smug bastard, and yes it made me smile. “This is a little awkward.”
“Not at all. What we just did was not awkward at all, it was fucking beautiful, Bekah.”
He bent down and held his lips against mine. “Get over it because it’s gonna happen again real soon.”
“I thought you wanted to cuddle…”
He kissed me hard and chuckled. “Shhh.”
“A little awkward now.” I laughed and he bit my lips.
He reached his long arm across the bed and grabbed the phone and then leaned across to dial. I started to move and he grabbed my shoulder. “Don’t you go anywhere.”
He dialed the phone. “Yes, this is Zandor Steel, and I have no idea what my room number is but I would like some cheese and crackers…I don’t care what kind. I would also like strawberries, whipped cream, bottled water, apple juice, and condoms…I don’t know a lot of them…yes. Well I’m sure the front desk can help you out with that.”
I covered my face and he hung up and grabbed my hips and rolled over so I was on top of him. “Its Thanksgiving Kitten. Tonight we binge on strawberries, cheese, crackers and steak, fucking prime rib.”
He bucked into me and smiled a very sexy full on pussy-clenching Zandor Steel smile. I am so screwed!
“I can’t wait to have you like this.” He thrust again and grabbed both my breasts in his hands. “You wanna ride Kitten?”
I felt my face turning red and he laughed. “Fine, I’ll make love to you with nothing but passion and fuck you with raging lust.”
He flipped me on my back never losing contact. “Is that alright?” He cocked his head to the side and waited for me to reply. But really what do you say to that?
“Did I fuck you mute, kitten?”
“No…yes…”
He gave me a provocative smile and then started gyrating his hips, growing harder inside of me.
“Are you crazy?”
He nodded. “Are you?”
“Possibly,” I admitted as he thrust in hard again.
“Perfect, crazy people have incredible sex, and I’m so glad you and I are so much alike.”
There was a knock on the door and he leaned down to kiss me. “Feel free to use the bathroom now.”
He pulled out and stood in front of me and pulled the condom off and walked to the waste paper basket and tossed it out.
I pulled the covers up tighter against me as he flicked on the nightstand light.
He was striking.
He bent and grabbed his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and his muscles all worked together to form the most divine ass I had ever seen, and I’d seen a few.
“You checking me out, Kitten?”
There was no sense in hiding it. “You have a great butt.”
He chuckled as he walked to the door.
I laid back and tried to ignore the burning inside of me for all things Zandor Steel. On top of the burning in my belly I felt sore, exhausted, and now that the alcohol was wearing off I felt a hangover coming on.
“You gonna use the bathroom Babe?” Zandor sat next to me.
He dipped a strawberry in the whipped cream and held it up for me.
“Not hungry?”
I shook my head no.
“You feeling alright?” he asked as he rubbed the strawberry across my lips.
I sat back. “No, not really.”
“What’s the problem?”
I licked my lips and he smirked and looked up at my eyes.
“I have to use the bathroom.” I stood wrapping myself in the blanket and began to walk away.
I heard a thud from behind me and took a step and the blanket fell to the ground. I turned around to grab it and his foot was on it and a mischievous little smirk was playing on his lips.
I grabbed for it and he pulled it back with his foot and shoved a strawberry in his mouth. “No fucking blankets.”
I walked quickly into the bathroom and slammed the door and heard him laugh haughtily.
I looked in the mirror and immediately started to feel tears burning my eyes. I was such a fool, a weak fool. Everything my father had ever said to me was true. Everything I had ever said to myself was real and staring back at me in living, drunken, just-fucked color.
I was a slut, giving myself to anyone who looked the least bit interested. Never expecting anything from them but a few minutes, or in my most recent and most epic fuck-up case, an hour. He was so damn good. He wasn’t going to be easily forgotten. The door swung open and I grabbed a towel from the towel bar and quickly covered myself.
“You’re crying?” He grabbed me and hugged me. “That’s twice now Kitten. So apparently we need to talk about the shit going on in your head.”
“Drunk girls cry, Zandor, that’s what we do when we realize we fucked up.” I wiped my face and stepped back.
“What just happened was not a fuck up, Bekah. And if you keep acting like it was I’m gonna have to show you again why it wasn’t.” He crossed his arms over his very broad muscular chest and leaned against the counter. “I absolutely enjoyed myself.”
What was I supposed to say to him? I did, too, but not the after effect it was having on me. Not the self-loathing, not the self-doubt, and not thinking how uncomfortable it was going to be sitting in a car with him for another road trip.
He stood off the counter and walked to the garden tub and started running water. “Take a bath?”
“Yeah, I would like that.”
He grabbed the little bottle of hotel bubble bath and dumped it in. “I’ll give you a minute.”
After finally using the bathroom I stepped into the large tub full of bubbles and lay back and forced myself to relax.
I was almost there when he walked back in holding two wine glasses in one hand and shedding his boxers with the other.
“Sit forward.” He didn’t wait, he just stepped in behind me pushing me forward as he slid in behind me. “Here.”
“No, thank you. I need to stop drinking, it tends to put me in – uncomfortable situations.”
“It’s apple juice and if you’d lean back,” he pulled me back against him and nipped my neck, “you’d be a lot more comfortable.”
“That’s not helping the comfort level.” He was now licking my neck as he reached forward and handed me the glass.
“I’m trying Kitten, damn.” He sat back and pulled me with him.
“You don’t have to.” I tried to sit forward and he wouldn’t let me.
“Listen, I would completely understand you being uncomfortable if I had been a selfish lover or sucked in bed but we both know that’s not true. I would understand uncomfortable if this had been a random hook up and we hadn’t both been working toward this for weeks now. I would understand uncomfortable if…”
“It’s not you it’s…”
He started laughing and I stopped midsentence.
“Damn, Kitten, I think you’re trying to crush me.”
“Never heard that one before huh?” I smiled and he pulled me back and lifted my chin so I was looking back into those eyes. God I love those eyes.
“No, and believe it or not, I have never used that line either.”
“I’m not good for you, and you are certainly not good for me.”
“Nonsense, we were real good for each other out there. Real fucking good.”
He was now cupping my breast and rubbing his thumb across my hardening nipple.
He bent down and kissed my lips so softly. I felt myself sink in against him and I closed my eyes.
“There we go.” He kissed my neck as gently and tenderly as he had my lips.
“As good as all this
feels, I think you should know I don’t expect this…” There I said it…out loud.
“It feels good right?” He pinched my nipple rolling it between his fingers as he licked my ear.
“Too good.” I sat forward, fortunately he wasn’t expecting it and I managed to get to the other side of the bathtub.
I looked up and he was scowling at me, his lips pursed together.
“Look, I’m kind of broken. I know that’s not how I’ve come off to you when we were in Jersey but here…here is different.”
“The word broken, Bekah, gives way to it being fixed. My hope for you…for us, is that when we get you back home you can stop being so fucking hard on yourself.”
I was shocked. “For us?”
“Well yeah, us.”
“We’re not supposed to confuse good sex with matters of the heart, Zandor, we’re friends.”
“We bypassed friends tonight and became buddies, Bekah.” He smiled. “It wasn’t just good sex either, it was fantastic fucking, admit it.”
I rolled my eyes trying to play it cool and he smirked.
“I’m new to this scene, just arrived actually. Never wanted it until just over two weeks ago when this really hot southern kitten walked into the shop. When I looked at you, you exuded confidence. Two minutes into the conversation and I knew what you would be like in bed….”
“And how is that?”
“You’d fight for control. Then while I mentored you, I knew you were teachable…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I splashed him.
“I like to play, Bekah. I like foreplay, I like to watch my cock slide in and out of your mouth, I love to see your lips swell with anticipation and your pussy weep, begging for a lick or a touch. I love the art in making love, I love the pure raw unadulterated animalistic nature that overcomes two people who are mad about taking pleasure in and from each other’s bodies.”
I swallowed hard and his lips curled up slightly. “As much as I love all that, I have come to enjoy the skill that is in a slow almost agonizing seduction that has been going on between you and I.”
He reached down and grabbed my forearms and pulled me toward him. “I wasn’t joking when I said I would be naked all the time if I were you. You are the most…” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Sexy…” He kissed my neck and groaned against it. “…woman I have ever set eyes on.”