I stalked closer. My cock still stood out proud from my hips, and she couldn’t help letting her eyes slip down and widen slightly before stopping herself and dragging them back up to meet my gaze. All this fighting had done nothing to cool my erection; it had only made my blood pump harder. I was close enough to see Ally’s chest rising and falling, her breath heavy and her skin a light shade of pink.
Did she feel the same way?
“You’re right,” I said. My tone was even and calm. I could see her struggling not to lean in closer to hear me. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“How kind of you.”
My smile widened. “But I do think you’re curious what all the fuss is about. Why all those girls are, as you said, going ga-ga for my dick.”
“I can see how your ego may convince you of that, but I can assure you that’s not the case.” A tense smile slipped onto her lips.
“Oh really?” I grinned.
With a flick of my hand, the towel flew into the bathtub.
4
Ally
Oh, I was definitely curious.
My cheeks flamed with heat. My body flamed with heat. Either something was going on inside, or somebody had lit this room on fire without telling me. My body was on high alert and that was even before the brash revealing of Matthias’ cock. Now that his towel was gone, all my hairs stood on end and a heady feeling of lust traipsed through me.
That was all it was, though. Pure lust. What I was experiencing was nothing more than a physical reaction to a reaction-worthy physique.
Nothing more.
And there was nothing to be ashamed of about that.
Matthias tilted his head to the side and studied me, a playful grin spreading over his lips. “You look flustered.”
His accent was cool and exotic. It brushed over my skin like a caress.
I raised a brow. “Why? Because my body likes your body? That shouldn’t come as a surprise.” I gestured up and down the length of him, including… the length of him. “Look at you. It’s like you’re sculpted from marble.”
“And just as hard.”
I snorted derisively. “Is innuendo something they teach to all newbie strippers, or is it a personal hobby of yours?”
Matthias leaned one shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms. The effect was that his biceps bulged invitingly, and his cock bobbed with the movement. He really did look just as hard as marble, but I knew if I touched him, he wouldn’t be as smooth and cool. He would be smooth in some places and rough in others—and always hot.
“Personal hobby,” he said. “Much as I tried, the union won’t accept my suggestion for a crash course on innuendo in the training packet.”
I chuckled despite myself. Despite how we’d been arguing this whole time, I couldn’t help but find him strangely charming at the same time. I should feel threatened, being up here alone with a completely naked man who was strong enough to easily overpower me. Yet I wasn’t threatened at all.
Why not?
“How does a guy as clever as you get into stripping?” I asked.
“Hmm, I think maybe that question could be considered offensive…” he mused.
Someone cranked up the music downstairs and the booming bass sent vibrations through the walls. The hinge on the door rattled a little as if in complaint.
“Fair enough,” I said, nodding in Matthias’ direction. “I’m sure being a stripper is a rewarding career in many ways. I didn’t mean to disparage you.”
He smiled slyly and winked. “Don’t worry, I’m not so easily offended, chérie.”
There was that word again. It rolled off his tongue smoothly, sending a tingle of pleasure and desire sparkling through my body. I may not feel physically threatened by this man, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous in other ways. I needed to end this meeting before it got out of hand. “Great. Well, then is there anything else I can help you with?”
He pushed off from the doorway, taking one step toward me but no more. “Oh, I’m sure there are many things you could help me with, Ally.”
My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t look away from the way his dick swung proudly with his step, at least seven inches long with a wide, thick base. It was a dick I’d be thinking about long after this party. And I’d be thinking about Matthias too.
How much did I stand to lose if I did give in to my urges and take this man up on his shamelessly obvious, yet unspoken offer?
I was sure there were many, but at that moment my clouded brain couldn’t come up with a single one. So I tried a different line of reasoning.
What did I have to gain?
This time the answer came right away, if only because it hadn’t been very long since I’d considered it.
I wanted to loosen up. To have more fun. To take more chances. To live a little.
I wanted to let go of the always responsible, boring old Ally and do something spontaneous. Something that Candace would do. Or better yet, something that would shock her.
And I couldn’t think of a single thing more shocking that I could do than Matthias.
Not that I would ever tell her Candace. I could never tell anyone.
And I would never have to. That was part of the allure. Matthias was a stripper that I was never likely to see again. This could happen completely anonymously, and if I later decided it was a big mistake, at least I could let it live in my past.
But at least I would know that this was something I was capable of. That if I wanted something badly enough then I could reach out and take it, even when it wasn’t the smartest or most responsible choice.
I could do it because it was fun, and I was living, and because I just plain wanted to.
And right now, I really, really, wanted to. I didn’t need the growing dampness between my thighs to tell me that. I felt the desire in every single pore of my body.
Finally, I strode forward. Matthias grinned wickedly but stood a little to the side. He thought I was going to pass by, and was probably already preparing a witty-yet-mocking comment to send me off with.
He thought wrong.
As soon as I stood before him, I reached out and grasped onto his length. His cock twitched at the unexpected contact and I heard him grunt in surprise. God, he was heavy. His velvety-smooth skin slid along my palm and I squeezed.
“Why don’t I show you how much of a prude I am?” I murmured, catching his gaze.
His eyes were dark. Dangerous. Lust swirled in them, rising like a freak dust storm. I knew the feeling, as those same sensations were boiling deep inside of me. I felt powerful and alive.
“Alright then.” His voice was lower, hoarser. Desire laced even the breath escaping his tempting lips. “Show me.”
I stepped around him, but never released his cock. Now that I’d put my hands on him, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop even if I wanted to. It was like electric currents were jumping from his skin to mine, drawing us together like powerful magnets.
There was an unoccupied bedroom at the end of the hall that I think Brenda and her fiancé used for out of town friends. I didn’t know if somebody would be sleeping in it later tonight.
I didn’t care.
Matthias had awoken a fire in me that would not be quenched until I had him, if at all.
Leading him by his cock, we reached the door and flung it open. The bedroom was dark, and two long shadows fell over the rectangular patch of light on the floor. One of the shadows moved behind the other, and my neck tickled.
“You’re full of surprises,” Matthias whispered. His lips skimmed over the side of my neck. His cock pressed against my back as he leaned closer, running his hands up my sides. I still held onto him, my hand now wrapped behind my back just to maintain that contact.
I shivered, trying to remember when my body had ever felt this alive. “Never judge a book by its cover,” I murmured back.
“I’ll have to remember that.” His rumbling laugh sent an extra jolt of sensation throug
h my core.
I leaned back into him. My eyes closed, I could almost forget the party going on below. Other things fell into the background as well—my student loans, my job boredom, all of the every day anxieties of daily life that always seemed to hang around in the background of my brain. Even the stress and doubts I still had about being so spontaneous with this very encounter.
I was ready to get lost in someone, and Matthias was a veritable maze if I’d ever seen one.
“No more talking,” I instructed.
A sharp pain on my neck was followed by the warm, silky press of his lips.
Apparently, he was on board with the no talking thing as well.
In letting me lead him here, it had seemed like Matthias was ceding control of the situation. But he was just letting me play with the wheel for a moment. The second that door closed behind us, he took the power back with a vengeance.
As soon as it clicked shut, Matthias spun me around and pushed my back against it. He anchored his knee between my legs, spreading them and putting me at his mercy.
In the darkness, I could only make out a vague outline of the man in front of me. But his hands and mouth were painting a vivid mental picture that sent shivers under my skin. They dragged over me languidly. Leisurely. There was a sense that we had all the time in the world.
At the same time, the hardness pressed between us seemed to suggest otherwise.
He swirled his tongue over my throat and I swore out loud.
He hadn’t even kissed me yet and the pulsing between my legs had reached a tortuous level. I reached out for him. With tentative fingers, I explored the muscled expanse of his chest. Just as expected—hard, smooth, and at times rough.
Plus, a searing heat.
I didn’t know how much of this I could take. Matthias inched his knee up against me, rubbing right along my most sensitive area. The fabric of my jeans provided just enough friction to drive me wild.
And then his form eased back from mine just enough for me to feel his breath on my lips. Close. So close. The air between us hummed with energy, and I tilted my body up toward it letting our magnetic attraction pull us together once again.
The leisurely pace was gone.
His lips slammed over mine with an urgency that demanded compliance, and I was more than happy to comply.
Our lips and tongues tangled together in a wet and hot dance of seduction. My head felt like it was spinning out of control, lost in the moment. Which way was up? Did it even matter?
Matthias’ hands—once slow and wandering—gripped my hips and hauled me up until I clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist. He supported me like I weighed nothing. That was no surprise given how my head felt as light as a feather.
The lava surging through my core urged me to grind against him; against the hard body pinning me to the door. The more I did, the more searing the heat. The more frantic the kisses.
I had assumed Matthias would be experienced, but I could never have anticipated he would be so goddamn good. Heart-pounding, blood singing, mind-blowing good. It made me feel self-conscious about my own lack of experience, and I could only hope he wouldn’t notice.
Matthias backed and turned from the door, taking me with him. Blind in the dark, he took a few cautious steps and then tossed me down. I bounced on the bed.
His body covered mine only a second later. He began pulling at my clothes, making short work of my blouse and bra. The air in the room was cool, but my nipples had been hard since the moment I laid eyes on his gorgeous cock in the bathroom.
“You kiss well,” he said. “For a prude.”
“Thanks.” I ran my fingernails down his back. “You could use some work.”
Matthias pinned my arms above my head, face hovering inches over mine. “Is that so?” He nipped at my lower lip. “I somehow find that hard to believe.”
“Yeah. I’d say you’re just okay.”
His stony hips slid between mine. I let out a moan of pleasure as he stroked in just the right spot.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re having a ‘just okay’ time.” The faintest trace of amusement filtered into his words, but the main undertone was still animalistic lust. I knew I was poking the bear.
And just as I expected and hoped, the bear was about to poke back.
5
Ally
Matthias held both hands in one of his and used the other to squeeze one of my breasts. It was almost too rough, but not quite. Instead, it veered into the perfect middle ground between pleasure and pain. I moaned again.
“I think you’re a filthy liar.” He ground against me in time with one of his squeezes, then released my breast and ran a rough thumb over my nipple. “Do you want me to fuck you like a filthy liar?”
I’d never dirty talked. Ever. Guys had tried it on me in the past, but I’d always found it awkward. Most of the time, my sexual experiences involved lots of heavy breathing and a few swear words. Nothing more.
But something about Matthias’ words excited me. They were like another wave of pleasurable assault on my body.
“How would you fuck a filthy liar?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like it was my own. It came from another girl—a much crazier girl.
His dark laugh washed over me like silk. “First I’d get a taste of her pretty pussy.” His fingers found the button of my jeans. I squirmed a little, but I wasn’t sure whether I was trying to get away or trying to get closer.
Matthias’ other hand tightened on my wrists, holding me in place. He grabbed the waist of my jeans and yanked them down to the tops of my thighs.
“But because you’re a filthy liar, I wouldn’t let you cum.” He kissed back down to my neck. His hand covered my mound, rubbing me over top of my panties. “Not right away, at least.”
I groaned and squirmed. “And then what?”
“And then…” He yanked down my sopping panties. “I’d fill you with my cock without even leaving you a second to breathe.” At the same time as he spoke, Matthias thrust two fingers into my aching pussy.
I cried out at the sudden intrusion. But there was no pain—only breathtaking pleasure. His fingers stroked at my inner walls, already stretching me. I couldn’t wait to know what his dick felt like.
“That doesn’t sound like such a bad punishment.” I arched back up, flattening my breasts against his chest.
“Oh, baby girl, you don’t get it,” he growled. “I would bring you to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull you back. And then I’d do it over and over again.” He pulled his fingers out and then thrust them roughly back in, as if to illustrate his point.
Christ, I’m already on the brink of ecstasy.
“And you wouldn’t be able to take it,” he continued. “I might not know much about you, but I know you’d break. You would beg me to let you cum. But I wouldn’t. Not until you’d confessed your lie and suffered sufficiently.”
I barely had enough breath in me to breathe—never mind to speak. But somehow I was able to put together a few words, if only to urge him to continue.
“Wouldn’t you be suffering too?”
He chuckled softly. “Perhaps. But it would be worth it to have you begging for mercy.”
This wasn’t just dirty talk—this was a full on filthy-as-hell conversation and it was driving me wild. I felt like an overinflated balloon, stretched too thin I needed to pop.
“That sounds like hell,” I admitted. “So maybe we should skip that part.”
“Hmm?” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew the expression he was making was equal parts triumph and lust. “Do you have something to confess?” He rubbed at my clit for emphasis.
I strained up against his hands. “You’re a great kisser,” I said through gritted teeth. “And I need your cock inside of me right now.”
If I sounded desperate, it’s because I was. And normally, there would be many reasons why I’d want to speed him up.
I should have been concerned about being missed from the party. If nobody coul
d find me, and nobody could find Matthias, they would draw natural conclusions. Maybe come looking for us. That was definitely the kind of thing that would have worried me before.
But at that moment I didn’t give that fear a second thought.
No, it was simply the urgency of my body that compelled me to try to rush things along. I was consumed by the feeling that if I didn’t get his cock immediately, I could die.
“Happy to oblige.” Matthias rolled off me suddenly.
“What are you doing!” I sat up, literally shaking with my need. Where the hell was he going?
“Relax. I’m just looking for a condom.”
He switched on a small table lamp. The light was dim, but bright enough that I could see him clearly now as he leaned over the drawers at the side of the bed.
“Right. Of course.” I tried to arrange myself a little more casually. “Good call.”
I heard a foil rip, then watched as he rolled the latex down along his impressive length. Once done, he crawled back overtop of me, hovering with his lips just above mine.
“Light?”
“I want to see you now,” he smiled, as he rubbed the length of his cock over my belly, then down to the slickness between my legs.
I whimpered. It was the only sound that escaped when I tried to say something sassy as a retort.
“Yes, that expression right there, that’s what I wanted to see.” Matthias crashed his lips back over mine as his hands wandered between us, lining himself up at my entrance.
I braced myself for what I expected would be an impossibly tight fit. I’d never had anyone as big as him before. But he moved slowly, leaving me time to stretch and get used to the feeling of being so completely and utterly filled. I put my hands on his ass and urged him in deeper.
His tongue delved into my mouth at the same time as he buried his cock in me. A ripple of pure pleasure undulated through me. I needed more of it. Immediately.
We moved together, though Matthias’ powerful strokes needed no aiding. He was a powerhouse, and all I could do was cling to him as the sensations deep inside my body continued to build.
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