by Vivien Vale
She seems to enjoy the ride. I steal glances at her from time to time, my eyes drawn to her gorgeous face, her glossy lips parted in delight, and her gently heaving chest. I imagine that her heart has been beating wildly this whole crazy ride.
I want to take her hand and to place it on my cock.
But I don’t. I hold back. And it takes all my willpower to do so.
Finally, I drive the Porsche up to a little Italian restaurant. The valet parks it, and I take her inside.
Once there, amid the intimate confines of the candlelit atmosphere, I’m able to finally touch her. I reach across the table and hold her hand.
Her eyes glimmer at my touch, and I know we’re both feeling the same thing. We had a big fight, and it’s like the unspoken elephant in the room, but nothing has changed in terms of our attraction.
I want her. She wants me.
But neither of us is gonna be the first to say it.
The sexual tension is at an all-time high.
“How about I order us some wine?” I ask.
“Sure, that sounds great.”
I order us a less-than-expensive vintage, again wanting to tone things down for the sake of Claire. I hope she’s taking note of the way I’m trying to appear more like a normal man.
There’s nothing normal about me, of course, but I don’t want to scare her away with my extravagant lifestyle. I should’ve known and predicted that she would find it hard to fit in with all the glitz and glamour.
I don’t know why she would feel that way, though, considering she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been out with models and actresses.
Claire is more amazing than all of them. I want her to know that.
We split a bottle of wine and eat some pasta. We make small talk, not wanting to go too deep.
Finally, she says, “This was really great, Liam. Thanks for a nice evening.”
I look at her. Doesn’t she know? Can’t she see that I want more?
This evening is not nearly close to being over.
“It’s not over yet, Claire,” I say grazing my hand along her thigh underneath the table. She shivers at my touch, and again, I like it.
I’ve come to expect her to feel nervous around me. It means she knows that I’m powerful and that I can do things to her no other man can.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“To the opera,” I say, paying the bill.
“The opera? I’m not dressed for the opera,” she tries to protest.
“Actually, you are,” I say pulling her towards the door. “Luckily, you wore a long dress tonight.”
The Porsche is waiting, and we get in. I speed through the streets until we arrive at the Metropolitan Opera House.
We’re seated in a special VIP box that is very out of the way of everyone else.
“This is amazing,” she says looking over the edge of the balcony. “It’s so beautiful in here.”
She’s starting to warm up to me, I think. It’s hard to be sure.
Once the lights go down and the curtain goes up, I get my answer because Claire falls to her knees between my legs and starts to unzip me.
It’s such a fucking turn on. She’s going to suck my cock right here in the opera house.
She pulls it out and looks hungrily at its length. Then she spits on it, places my cock inside her mouth, and starts to bob her head. She pushes my shaft halfway down her throat, and the sensation of it nearly throws me over the edge.
I hold back, of course. I have the self-control of a master.
She goes to town, licking and sucking me right there in the shadows of one of the most prestigious places in New York.
She circles my cock with her tongue and then sucks hard. Maybe this is her way of trying to apologize to me?
I’ve been trying to make it up to her all night. I want to put our fight behind us. But up until now, I’ve been getting a cold reaction from her.
With this, I know that she’s fully apologetic as well. I don’t have to take her head and force her down on me because she’s doing it herself. She’s practically trying to swallow my cock.
She starts to moan around my manhood, and it’s all too much. I reach down and remove the straps of her dress so that her tits are showing.
The sight of Claire on her knees before me, half-naked, in full submission, makes me come. Hard.
I blow my load down her throat, and she eagerly takes in every drop of my essence.
I know I have her right where I want her, back under my domination. Claire is mine.
And I’ll never lose her again.
Claire
I have to admit: for my first time at the opera, I think I’m having a better time than if I was just watching the show. I wipe Liam’s cum from the corners of my mouth.
I go to pull my dress straps up so that I can sit back in my seat properly, but Liam puts his hand on top of mine, stopping me, and I understand that he wants me to sit here with my tits out.
I hesitate, knowing that before Liam, I wouldn’t even dream of doing what I just did.
In my head, the girl that I am with Liam and the girl that I am for everyone else are two different people—and I don’t know whether to embrace or reject this new, emerging version of Claire. I suppose that’s my biggest problem.
On one hand, I like being buttoned-up and proper, and on the other hand...I like blowing Liam at the opera, where there’s a chance anyone could peer in and see us.
It’s thrilling.
It’s exciting.
It’s something I’ve come to appreciate about my time with him.
Thinking about it, I know I could have had just a normal time here and sit and enjoy the show. Part of me wants that, actually. The other part, however, has just sucked Liam’s cock and is ready—no—aching for more.
It honestly is taking all I have to resist the urge to jump on top of him right now.
But I think I’ll settle for something a little more casual and see where it goes.
I take Liam’s hand and put it on my thigh. I rub his hand and lace my fingers through his, gripping tight. I look over at him and see his award-winning grin directed back at me. Something about that smile makes me melt every time.
Even if I’m not thrilled with him right now...I can’t help but want him. There’s too much here between us, the kind of connection that needs no words to be understood.
I pull his hand from my thigh and press it onto my pussy over my dress. I watch his face. He’s looking forward, watching the show…but his eyes widen, and he gulps.
He’s trying to hold back, too. I can see it.
I hold his hand in place, and I grind my pussy against him. He yanks his hand away, and for a moment, I feel incredibly rejected and unsure what to do.
But seconds later, I find that his hand is now under my dress, and he’s sliding his fingers between my pussy lips, feeling for sure the warmth and wetness waiting for him there.
My heart is beating hard, echoing in my chest. I place my hands on the armrests on either the sides of my chair and grip them hard. Two of Liam’s fingers finagle their way into my pussy and grind against my G-spot.
I wince and feel my toes curl in my shoes. I adjust my body, giving him a better angle to finger me, and then I lay back, enjoying every movement and every second of bliss he’s giving me.
I lean forward then, doing my best to watch the show as he handles me, and I try to contain my excitement. The more I try not to moan, the more I realize that I am not a quiet woman.
“Claire, look at me,” orders Liam. Such a commanding and sexy voice shouldn’t be ignored, so of course, I look over.
His gaze pierces me, and the second I look into those eyes, I lose control. I cry out hard in a long, drawn-out moan. The only reason the other patrons below us aren’t staring up here at this point is that one of the soprano singers has a solo and happened to hit her high note just then.
I shudder, relaxing from my sudden, explosive org
asm. At this point, Liam and I have both gotten each other off. No holds barred anymore.
He stands from his chair and lowers himself in front of me. He pulls my dress down my torso and slides it down my hips, until it’s finally off of my feet. I’m sitting completely naked in the VIP booth. Any attendant or usher could walk in to check on us and see me.
I’m so pumped from the adrenaline rush of doing something so thrilling that I push Liam’s face between my legs and force him to eat my pussy. Eagerly, Liam throws his tongue into my pussy lips and licks them up and down, over and over.
He’s teasing me with his tongue, and I hold his hair and start grinding my pussy against his face, forcing his tongue to go where I want it to. Liam has the most talented mouth, and I could let him lick me for hours.
He pauses at my hole and starts thrusting his tongue inside of me. His hands are gripping my hips tight, and he’s got me pulled as forward as he can, getting inside of me as deep as a tongue can go.
As his tongue is inside of me, his nose rests on my clit. He shakes his face, swelling my love button and stimulating my pussy. I roll my eyes and toss my head back.
I listen to the sounds around me. I hear the opera singers, of course, and the orchestra playing, and the clicking and clattering of a busy theatre.
It’s impossible to forget how public our displays of affection and raw passion are. Which just adds intensity to an already steamy situation.
My hand meets Liam’s head, and I grip his hair, finding anything and everything to hold onto as he takes me to higher and higher levels of pleasure. I look down my body to see my skin glistening with sweat.
My nipples are incredibly hard, and I have Goosebumps all over my skin. Liam knows how to please me. He knows exactly what makes me feel extraordinary.
Liam’s fingers plunge into me again, and he fingers me hard and fast as his mouth suctions my clit. He flicks his tongue against it relentlessly as his fingers slide in and out of my cunt.
I grip the arms of my seat again and watch my chest rise and fall as I pant, doing my best not to shout again as Liam drives my pleasure up high. As I look down, I see a glimpse of that beautiful piercing look in his eyes.
He brings his mouth off of me for a moment and smiles up at me. He licks his lips slowly as his fingers fuck me.
“I want to see you come, Claire,” he utters in a low, serious, sexy tone. Well, who am I to deny that?
His words are enough to break me. I snap hard and with one good thrust of my hips, pushing his fingers harder against my pussy, I come.
I whimper and moan, loudly and shamelessly. I don’t take my eyes off of Liam for a moment. I see him excitedly start lapping at my pussy as I soak the seat—and his face—in my sweet delicious cum.
He sucks at my pussy and licks as much of my cum as he can. And then he raises himself up to his knees and leans into me.
“I’ve missed you so much, Claire,” he admits. He licks his lips, cum still in residual droplets on his face.
His lips find mine, and we share a passionate kiss. His torso is pressed hard against my pussy and the seat below me.
I can feel his shirt getting soaked as we make out. Although, well, I guess it is high time he take that off, too.
Liam
Claire’s cum and saliva mixed together is a taste I could have on my tongue for eternity. I don’t understand how she and I survived the time apart. I can’t imagine losing her again.
As her lips are locked with mine, our eyes closed, our passion intensifying, I feel her moving her leg between mine. She starts teasing and rubbing my cock through my trousers using her knee.
The more time I spend with Claire, the more she tests me, and the more she finds out just how to drive me crazy with her little tactics. This is especially...distracting.
Fuck, Claire, don’t stop.
“Oh, my,” I say, pulling away. I don’t want her to not do it...I just want her to admit she wants me. I want her to tell me how much she misses my touch. “You know, what you’re doing is just driving me wild here.”
Admittedly, I’m acting a bit more vulnerable than usual. Asking her out with me was a moment that made me tuck my tail between my legs, and saying exactly how I feel carries the same risk. But she said yes to meeting with me, so I’m hoping the reward is worth it.
It’s starting to look like it is.
“Shut up, Liam. Why don’t you go ahead and whip that cock out and let me decide if I’m still angry with you?” she responds. Yes, ma’am, you got it.
I quickly drop my pants and boxers to the floor, revealing my long, thick cock standing high at attention. I’m ready.
She stares directly at my cock and gulps. She wants it bad.
She looks up at me with a sinister smile on her face and utters two words that flip my switch from hopeful to ravenous: “Fuck me.”
I push my cock into her pussy, sliding deep inside of her. She’s so aroused that I can glide the entire length into her and start thrusting in and out her cunt. She throws her head back and whimpers.
“That’s my girl,” I grunt. She glares at me, and I give her a wicked grin back.
There’s been this subtle power exchange building between us all night. I don’t know if it’s purely the animosity from our time apart and the fight before it, or if it’s just something that’s been building all along. Either way, I’m rolling with it—and I’m taking charge.
Seeing Claire shudder at my touch is one of my favorite sights in the world. Her sensuality is downright addictive, and fulfilling her lustful desires is a practice I’d like to make a hobby out of.
When the two of us are together, nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. Fuck, like now for example: we’re in the middle of a goddamn opera, fucking in the VIP box.
I take Claire’s legs and bring them to my shoulders. I pump my hips hard against her body, and my cock drills further into her tight little pussy. She moans louder for me.
With each thrust of my cock into her, I feel more and more of the waves of intense pleasure riding through me. I don’t want to stop. I want to make her ache for me.
I look into Claire’s eyes and see her passion behind her gaze. I lean into her and kiss her hard as I hump her sexy, curvy body.
I feel her up and down, every inch of her: her collarbone, her tits, her waist, her hips…everything on her is as fantastic to me as the first time I saw it.
As I plow into Claire, her expressions show me how much pleasure she’s feeling, despite all of our problems outside of this moment.
I pull my cock out of her and stand her up. I sit down and pull Claire on top of me. I extend my legs out far, my lower back resting in the crook of the seat, my ass off the edge.
I push my cock into her and hold her hips and thrust up inside of her as hard as I can. Staring up at her, I see her hard nipples and reach up and circle my thumbs around them. She moans and holds her hands over mine.
She lowers her hand to her pussy, and I see her start touching her clit as I thrust into her. I return my hands to her hips and hold her to me, rocking her hips against me as I pump hard into her cunt with my cock.
Her moans grow increasingly loud with each thrust, and Goosebumps form all over her body. I can tell she’s close to coming. I fuck her faster and faster with each whimper she lets out.
She leans back and cries out, “I’m coming!” I watch her face as she’s enraptured in a cloud of ecstasy and feel her pussy tighten and release around my cock as she comes for me.
I continue fucking her with her own cum acting as a lube, letting me slide in and out of her with even more ease. She’s so far over the edge that she’s leaned back, with her bottom lip bitten and her hands in her hair gripping tight.
I rotate my hips around and maneuver my cock into the rest of her pussy, hitting all of the inside of her walls. My thrusts grow more exaggerated and more dramatic.
With no notice, no warning, Claire sprays cum onto my abdomen and my cock. Some of it even reaches my
face.
Here we are right in the middle of the opera, and Claire has squirted on me. Oh, fuck yes.
Stunned, I close my eyes and start panting under her. My muscles are all tense, and I’m sure my veins are pulsing through my skin. I’m glistening with sweat and Claire’s cum.
I wrap my arms around Claire’s waist, and I pump hard into her as my cock starts shooting my cum into her pussy. Each pump is another jolt of pleasure that’s coursing through me.
With her tits pressed hard against my cum-soaked shirt and her pussy wrapped around my cock, it’s impossible to complain. Claire grabs my face and kisses me passionately as my last few spurts of cum shoot into her pussy.
We make out, both of us high from our orgasm. I notice Claire’s hair is slightly damp as I push my fingers through it, probably from all of the intensity of what happened between us.
She hops off of my cock and stares at me, fairly dazed from it all. She sits back in her seat, and I watch her slump down and breathe heavy, trying to relax herself from our round of crazy, wild sex.
I feel a bit guilty that I didn’t get a chance to really let her experience the beauty of the opera, but on the other hand, I feel like she’s getting a hell of a time out of this.
We could have done this literally anytime and anywhere else. But knowing the passion that lies between us—even if we aren’t talking about it—it’s impossible to refuse when it presents itself.
I pull Claire out of her chair and have her curl up in my lap to watch some of the show. I stroke her sweaty hair and kiss her forehead. I peek down and see her still biting that lip of hers.
Hmm, she wants even more. Is there anything that’s not perfect about this girl?
Claire
Liam’s cock is undeniably the best cock I’ve ever had. I hate that he’s such a great fuck, because now I’m spoiled into just wanting that big fucking cock inside me.
Even after fucking so hard that I came several times—and even squirted—in this VIP box, I want more.
Liam is addictive. I can’t help myself.