by Leigh, Mara
Thoughts like that scared me but turned me on, too, and the danger gave an edge to the power I felt with this huge, dangerous machine of a man stretching my mouth.
“Fuck, Jade, I’m so close.” He grabbed my head, and for a second I actually was scared. This man’s huge dick could cut off my air supply in an instant.
I relaxed my throat for the onslaught. But he pulled my head up, and his cock left my lips with a pop.
“What?” I sputtered the confused word as he grabbed his dick from my hand. I squinted my eyes, expecting him to shoot his load at my face or my tits, but instead he twisted on the chair and shouted out as his come shot onto the floor beside us.
His entire body convulsed like every muscle in his body was involved in expelling the liquid that shot across the floor. When his orgasm subsided, he collapsed back on the chair so hard I thought it might break.
It was like every muscle inside him had forced out the come and was now fully spent.
I rocked back to sit cross-legged on the floor and touched his shin lightly, hating that I felt so needy for this small connection.
“Shit. Jade. We, I—” His voice was dazed. “Just give me a sec and I’ll return the favor.”
I backed away, then stood. “Favor? That wasn’t a favor. That was me showing gratitude. I’m the one who owes you, remember?”
He winced. “Then let me show you how grateful I am for your gratitude.” He stood, and I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping open. Even after coming, his dick was semi-hard—and monstrous.
And if keeping Nick at arm’s length was my goal, I was in monstrous trouble.
Thirteen
Nick
I was still hard. Almost hard enough to fuck her, but that’s not what I wanted to do. Not yet.
First, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to see her come, I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d just made me.
I should tell her everything first, but every other part of me overruled my conscience. Eating her out would soften her up for the news. I’d tell her the truth while she was in a post-orgasmic haze.
I hadn’t even touched her and already she was panting, her skin flushed and pink. She was pretending she didn’t want this, and she was so cute, trying to keep her eyes off my cock. Her desire was fucking obvious.
Taking her hand, I pulled her toward me, her hot little abs pushing my cock against my body and making stars explode behind my eyes. Putting my hands around her waist, I steered her toward the end of the bar, then lifted her, setting her on top.
While I tugged down her tiny uniform bottoms, she leaned back and lifted her ass, just enough for me to pull off the shorts until they hung from one of her feet. Wrapping my hands around her ankles, I bent her legs and tugged her down to the edge of the bar, spread before me like the best fucking banquet.
I went straight for the main course.
Parting her lips with my fingers, I sucked her clit into my mouth. She bucked against me, so I wrapped one arm around her thigh to better hold her in position. Her little bud was already swollen and hard, and the taste was the definition of hot.
“Ah!” She banged her fist on the wooden bar.
Fuck. She was already coming. I pressed my finger against her opening, loving how she pulsed against me as I continued to suck her clit, her hips bucking so violently I worried she might break my nose.
Making Jade come was even better than I’d imagined, but it had happened too quickly. Next time... Next time I’d tease her, make it build, drink her for hours until she exploded against my mouth.
After a seemingly endless string of contractions, I felt them subside.
“Thanks,” she sighed. “I needed that. Obviously.”
“Oh, baby,” I growled against her pussy, “it’s not over yet. Not even close.”
I stroked my fingers through her soaking wet folds, rubbing her tight little opening and the sensitive taint just behind it, purposely staying away from her clit.
Her legs were tense, muscles tight, but as I continued my gentle strokes, she relaxed as if opening up her entire body to me.
I tucked up her ankles over my shoulders and slid one hand over her tit. She sighed against my gentle squeeze there, so I continued my two-handed massage, one hand on her breast, one between her legs.
Her back arched, her body undulating between my hands, moving like she was back on the stage.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I said into her pussy.
She tipped back her head and moaned, and I’d never seen anything quite so beautiful.
Slowly, I pushed one of my fingers inside her, thrusting against the slight resistance of her opening until my digit was buried inside her hot wetness. I crooked it slightly, and her body clenched around it. Then I gently pumped, loving how the skin on her cheeks and neck pinked, how beads of sweat rose on her belly.
I brushed my fingers over her nipples, and she reached down to tug at the skimpy bra, pushing it up and over her tits to give me better access. She lifted her hands above her head to fling away the bra, then set them back on the bar, putting her body on full display.
Leaving one finger buried inside her, I bent over to take one of her taut nipples into my mouth. Fuck, even there she tasted so good, and I loved how her back arched up when I sucked her nipple harder.
“Another finger,” she said. “More.”
My dick pulsed in delight, and I added a second finger to her pussy, easing in slowly at first.
“Yes. Like that. Harder.”
I pumped my digits inside her as I went back to work on her tits, my mouth on one, my hand on the other, her body bucking underneath it all, absorbing each drive of my fingers and pulling against them, her back arching at every pinch and nip and lick to her tits.
Hungrily, her body demanded what it wanted from my hands and mouth, and I was happy to give.
Lifting my head for a moment, I looked down at her.
She gasped. Her nipples were bright red from the friction and pressure, glistening with my saliva. My tongue flicked one tight nipple, barely brushing the tip. She arched and moaned, so I nipped again, biting her just slightly, and felt her inner muscles grab onto my fingers so strongly it was hard for them to move.
I hadn’t even had my dick inside this woman, and she was already the hottest fuck of my entire life.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Yeah, baby. You like that?” I thrust my fingers harder.
“No. Nick.” She panted. “Your cock. Inside me. Now.”
* * *
Jade
I’d abandoned every resolution I’d made about this man. I no longer gave a shit about what I owed him, what my family owed him, what power that gave him, or how much more power he’d hold over me once he’d fucked me.
Right now, his power was hot. And I wanted to absorb that power, surrender to it, completely yield to his body’s every demand.
He’d already made me come in an instant, and an even bigger orgasm was building, one I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
I wanted—I needed—to have that huge cock buried inside me when it landed. I needed it so badly I felt like I’d do anything to get it.
“Fuck me.” I clenched around his fingers. “I need your big thick dick driving inside me.”
His fingers slowed, and I sat up a little so I could see his face.
He looked conflicted. Unsure.
What was it with this man? Did he want me to beg him? Was that his thing?
“Nick. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want that big dick pounding my pussy. I want your huge rod pushing so deep I can taste it.” That ought to do it.
And it did.
“Condom.” Pulling his fingers out, he scrambled across the room to grab his jacket.
He found a condom and, turning away from me, tore the foil.
I turned onto my side on the bar, liking how I felt on display for him, on a platter for his pleasure. My pleasure, too.
He turned around, dick sheathed, and his eyes re
vealed how much he liked my staged display.
A good hard fuck. Yes. That was what I needed. Sex. A release. A release from all this tension that had built up between us. It wouldn’t put any real part of me in danger.
He kicked off his shoes, pulled down his jeans, then tugged his shirt over his head, leaving nothing covering his rock-hard body and even harder cock. I tried to take in his tattoos, tried to fully comprehend the size and scope of the man that was Nick, but all I could see was that cock, looking even thicker and longer now I knew it would soon be inside me.
In two long strides, he arrived at the bar and scooped me into his big, strong arms.
As his arms held me aloft, he kissed me, hard, pushing his tongue between my lips.
I froze. Kissing seemed too intimate. Too real. Kissing risked too much and wasn’t part of the bargain I’d struck with my body.
I wanted to stop the kiss, but it felt good. So good. Better than good. Acting of their own will, my tongue and my lips parried with his. I sucked his tongue like I’d sucked his dick, loving how that made him moan deep in his chest.
Had I ever been kissed before? Kissed like this? Kissed so thoroughly, with such fervor and passion, with such depth and strength? His lips took control of every part of my body, my mind.
I was liquid, on fire, yielding and yet taking what I wanted, too. Waves of pleasure flowed from his lips to mine and fueled the pulsing ache centered between my legs and in my nipples, now rubbing against his hard chest.
I was dizzy from Nick’s kiss. Lost. Absorbed. No longer sure of the passing of time.
His lips broke from mine and I gasped, sucking in air. My lips were plump and bruised, tingling, wet and wanting more.
He set me down gently. “Where should we…?” His hands roamed my body, gently taking in every inch of my skin, his touch such a contrast to the aggression of his kiss.
Nick was an amazing combination of powerful man and uncertain boy, and the contrast was both confusing and endearing. Maybe it was confusing because it was endearing. And that all spelled trouble.
“Doesn’t matter where.” I drew in a long breath as his hands stroked over my ribs and down to my hips.
“There’s a couch in Stan’s office.” He looked toward the stairs in the club’s corner. “You’ll be more comfortable…”
A couch sounded like somewhere a couple fucked. We were not a couple.
“Just fuck me.” I turned and braced against the bar, pushing back my ass. “Now.”
He sucked in a hard, ragged breath. His huge hands landed on my hips, and his cock pressed against my ass. I spread my legs farther, feeling the cool air hit my wet folds, and then the hot tip of his cock struck my opening.
I gasped. It felt so good. Just that slight touch nearly made me explode.
Holding my hips, he pushed forward, slowly easing his huge body into mine. The combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed my senses as his thickness penetrated my pussy. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I became blind, deaf, dumb—no other sensations could break through the ones that connected my cunt to his cock.
“Is that okay?” he asked. “I know I’m big. Am I hurting you? Some women don’t like—”
I pushed back, driving him deeper. “Just fuck me, Nick. Please.” My body squeezed his, an involuntary contraction, and then my vagina relaxed to accept him fully. I no longer felt any control over that part of my body. Any part of my body.
Grasping my hips, he drew slowly back, then plowed forward. My breath caught as my body stretched to accommodate the large intrusion. He took up so much room, it felt like my lungs couldn’t fully expand, but I didn’t care. His cock inside me was more important than oxygen, this pleasure more important than pain.
His strokes drove in and out of me slowly, each one filling every last available millimeter, but still he was gentle, like he didn’t want to hurt me, like he wanted to put my needs above his—and I liked that way more than I wanted to. I liked Nick way more than I wanted to, and every moment with him made me like him more. Made me feel like I could get dependent on having Nick in my life.
Dependency was not acceptable. Especially since it would make this deal between us even more unbalanced.
“Harder.” I wanted him to drive into me so hard and fast I’d forget who was controlling the cock. Forget I liked the man it belonged to. I wanted him to use my body for his pleasure. I needed the sex to be rough and impersonal. “Harder. Nick, please.”
He got the memo.
As the speed and depth of his thrusts increased, his grip on my hips tightened, and I had to rise onto my toes and bend my knees to absorb the overwhelming power.
I thought Nick had felt good before, but everything that had preceded this moment had been a mere appetizer, an amuse-bouche to the main course of his cock driving inside me, his body taking over mine, sending ripples of pleasure flowing through me so strong they might trigger an earthquake.
I leaned onto the bar, pressing back to keep from being crushed as his balls slapped my ass and he continued to drive into me so hard and for so long it started to hurt. Which was perfect.
And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his force increased. His hands pulled back my hips, perfectly in time with his punishing thrusts, each one striking places inside me so deep, filling and stretching me so far. I wondered if I’d ever be the same, if I’d ever walk, ever move again. I didn’t care.
I never wanted this to stop. I was so wet and hot and overstimulated I could barely keep my hips still although they were trapped in the vise grip of his hands.
“That’s it,” I encouraged him, with a strained voice. “Fuck me. Pound me. Take me hard.”
“Fuck, Jade. Fuck.” He stilled with his dick partially inside, my pussy burning and pulsing around him. “I lost it there for a second. Are you okay?”
“Yes. All good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop until you tear me apart.”
“Don’t say that.” He slid one of his hands up my spine, and it made me shiver with pleasure.
“Don’t even joke about that,” he said. “You sure I’m not hurting you?”
“Keep going.” Leaning onto the bar, I pushed back my ass, hoping to force him deeper again.
He drew out, but still my pussy pulsed, ached, throbbed as if he was still moving inside me.
Still bent over, I dropped one of my arms off the bar and ran my fingers through my folds, dripping and hot from the friction, so sensitive my legs shook. Shivering with need, I looked back over my shoulder. “Please don’t stop, Nick. Give me everything you’ve got.”
Taking me by surprise, he lifted me, carrying me to the wall and pressing me back against it. Tucking his hands under my thighs, he pushed inside me with one long thrust, nearly nailing me to the plaster. Gravity dropped me hard on his cock, leaving my body impaled, held up only by the pressure of his body.
I gasped at the impact, his cock like a long-lost friend coming home, a crucial part of me I’d been missing. My hands gripped his shoulders, and felt his muscles work as gravity and his hips joined forces to drive his cock deep. Bracing one hand on the wall, the other under my thigh, he thrust slowly, with his body half bent and his forehead resting on mine.
Our gaze connected, his eyes probing mine—invading without permission.
I’d never felt so open, so exposed. Too exposed.
I should close my eyes.
Why couldn’t I close my eyes?
I squirmed, but the squirming only heightened the pleasure I was taking from his cock. And what a pleasure it was. Inside my pussy, every nerve was raw and firing, and with this slower pace it was like I could feel every ridge as it slid through my wetness.
I’d always enjoyed sex, but this was different. My body, my entire being felt changed—altered in some profound way. This man had taken me somewhere I hadn’t wanted to visit, and everything in this new world was strange and unfamiliar.
And while part of me thought this new place was wonderful, I’d packed a
ton of emotional discomfort in my carry-on.
I didn’t belong in this place. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t for me. And even if it felt great in this moment, I knew it was a dangerous world full of peril and pain.
Looking into my eyes, Nick adjusted his angle and thrust deep.
I cried out in pleasure, but my discomfort grew.
As good as this felt, this was not what I wanted. What I wanted was for Nick to fuck me, fuck me hard, to transport me to a place where I could leave all emotions, all thoughts behind, a place where all I could think of or feel were the pounding drives of his cock.
He moaned and looked deeply into my eyes as he thrust slowly again.
I turned away. I needed this to change or stop. What was going on here was not what I wanted. I didn’t want this at all.
Fourteen
Nick
This was the best sex ever. The very best. Better than the best.
Jade turned away from me, breaking the intense connection between our eyes, so I closed mine to concentrate on the heavenly feelings. Jade’s pussy was so wet and hot and tight around my cock and, after shooting that big load when she’d sucked me off, I felt like I could last forever.
I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to live inside Jade, to move right in, to stay deep inside her until we were old and wrinkled and barely able to stand.
Physically attracted to Jade from the moment I’d seen her carrying half the shit in the world up those stairs, I’d never expected to feel the things I’d felt looking into her eyes just now. Especially not so soon.
I’d fucked plenty of women, even a couple who’d labeled me as boyfriend for a while. And I’d liked them, most of them.
I’d liked the sex for sure, but it had never—ever—been anything like this. Not even close.
As I moved slowly inside her, Jade’s pussy tugged on my cock, but I felt another tug even stronger and harder, a tug at something deep inside my chest that went beyond what was going on with my dick or my balls. Not that what was going on down there wasn’t spectacular.