Wanted: No Strings

by Brandy Ayers

  Tears burn behind my eyes. Don’t cry. Don’t fucking do it. You cannot cry when the hot one-night stand you picked up off craigslist says the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you. “You don’t have to say that. I’m a sure thing. No need to work all that hard for it.”

  Anger flashes in his eyes for a fraction of a second before it relaxes into the heated, sexy stare he’s been giving me all night. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.” Trent effortlessly climbs to his feet and takes a step back. “Get on the bed, face up.”

  Bed. Yes. I can do this. I try to find my way back to the sexy temptress I had channeled back in the coffee shop, but she seems to have left the building along with my clothes. Still, I don’t want this to end, so I’ll fake it.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I scoot back until I’m right smack in the middle of the lumpy mattress. As I ease down into a reclining position, I can’t figure out how to best arrange my limbs so they don’t flatten out unattractively on the bed.

  All thoughts go the way of the dodo bird at the first brush of Trent’s lips against my ankles.

  “I’ve jerked off more times than I can count to thoughts of your slender ankles locked behind my back as I drill into your tight pussy.” He licks up to the curve of my calf on one leg, then back down on the other. “I’ve pictured gripping these curvy legs and pushing them out as far as they will go to give me better access.” Rough fingers graze up my inner thighs, swooping around to palm my hips. “Dreamt about leaving bruises so deep you can see my fingerprints on your pale skin from holding you while you ride me, pushing your sweet body down onto my cock.”

  He keeps going, avoiding all the super interesting areas, the areas weeping for his touch, and I suddenly want to cry again. No one has ever worshipped my body like this. Ever made me feel as sexy as this near stranger has in less time than I could imagine. The temptress is on her way back. Not even his hand grazing across my slightly rounded tummy can deny her appearance. Because Trent wants me. This man who could have anyone thinks my body is sexy. I know this not only because of the sweet, hot words tumbling from his mouth in rough whispers but because his rock-hard dick his currently digging into my leg through his pants. I made him that hard. I’ve barely touched him, and he is already harder than I ever thought possible.

  Chapter Five

  Trent

  Whoever tore down this amazing woman beneath me deserves to be pounded into the ground. I have the baffling need to get Francie off as many times as is humanly possible, show her what her gorgeous body can do, then go find her dipshit of an ex and teach him how to treat women. All women. Regardless of size, shape, color, or any other defining characteristic.

  I’m a big believer that all women are things of beauty in some way. It may not always be obvious on the outside, but dig a little deeper and you’ll find that spark that makes them sexy and irresistible.

  The thing that pisses me off the most is you don’t have to look for what makes Francie beautiful. It is right there in front of me. Quivering as my fingers trace the bottom curves of her breasts. In the blazing heat of her eyes. The wicked, kinky temptress who I know lives inside her, waiting to be coaxed out. I’m going to be the one to open her up, watch her blossom.

  Then I’m going to be the one to claim her as mine and mine alone.

  Somewhere between emailing back and forth and crawling into this bed, I’ve decided this is no one-night stand. She doesn’t know it yet, but in addition to being her kinky-sex tour guide, I’m also going to be the one she grows old with. Even if I have to use multiple orgasms to convince her of that fact.

  “These tits.” My cock throbs inside my pants, begging to be released and let him take control. But I have to hold him back. Have to show this woman she is worth so much more than a fast and furious fuck. “There are so many things I want to do with these puppies.” Cupping them in my hands, I push her generous breasts together. There is no way I could hold them in my palms without the silky mounds overflowing. They’re big, really big. And I won’t deny I’m a little obsessed with them. By the increase in Francie’s breathing, I can tell she likes having her tits played with.

  That will work out well for me.

  “What would you do with them? To them.” The words are barely audible through her shallow panting.

  “Lick them until they’re glistening, then blow on them until they pucker so tight you beg me to soothe them with my tongue again.” Gently, giving just a hint of what I’m describing, I swirl the tip of my tongue around one dusty rose nipple. Backing off, I push them even closer together. “I’d make you hold them together just like this while I fuck my cock in and out of the tight valley between. I’d pinch your nipples so hard you’d be writhing right on the edge of pain and pleasure. Then I’d release them, allow the blood to rush back into your aching tips, and hold your mouth open as I come on your tongue, spilling my seed all over your chest and neck as I go. I’d make you messy. I’d mark you.”

  Francie is practically dancing beneath me, her body unable to stay still with the desire pulsing through it. I can see it in her eyes. The need for me to follow through on my fantasies. The need to explode in a riot of sensations. But I’m not going to do any of that to her today. Because what I’ve described is all about me taking my pleasure from her body. Tonight is all about giving her body as much pleasure as is humanly possible. For that, I need to put my own desires aside. But really, I’m not. Because fulfilling her needs is the base motive for everything I do from this moment forward.

  I grip her hands and bring them up to the wall, pressing her palms against the faded paint. “Don’t move. If I see your palms move so much as an inch, I’ll be forced to punish you.”

  “Fuck, why does that sound good?” She’s practically whining.

  “Because you’re a dirty girl. Just the way I like it.” I slither down between her thighs, licking and sucking as I go. Francie keeps trying to say something, but words fail her each time I move to worship another part of her body. Finally, I settle with my face front and center before her beautiful pussy. Her swollen lips are bare, except for a small patch just above her slit. “I like this.” I toy with her soft curls, tugging them, then running my fingers over them slightly.

  “The . . . the waxer was mad I insisted on leaving a little something. I-I didn’t like the idea of being totally bare.” She stumbles over her words, obviously struggling to get them out through her mounting pleasure.

  “Good choice.” I lick a straight line down her slit, not hard enough to part her lips and graze her clit, but enough to make her hiss and suck her breath in.

  “Trent, um, you really don’t need to spend a whole lot of time down there. I’ve never been able to come from, um, you know, uh, that.”

  Jesus, her shy hesitance is fucking turning me on. And somehow, I’m happy beyond measure that I’ll be the first person to give her an orgasm using my mouth alone. “You mean no one has ever eaten your pussy until you screamed so loud the walls shook?”

  “Oh God, not even close.” Gazing up her body, I see her eyes are screwed shut so tight little wrinkles are popping up all over her forehead.

  “Francie, open your eyes. Look at me.” Like a good girl, she does as I ask, and the uncertainty there just won’t do right now. If this is going to work, she needs to be right here with me. “Make no mistake, my dirty girl, there is no place else I want to be right now than with my whole face buried in your pussy.” I keep my eye contact with her and part those puffy lower lips with my thumbs, spreading her open for me. On instinct, her knees fall open just a little more, and that makes me grin. Her body knows what it wants. “I’m not going to mention the idiot who wasted his time with you again after this, but his failings have nothing to do with you. I’m about to show you what this body can do. That you can come so many times in one night you lose count and forget your own name. Starting here.” I slick my tongue over every fold, around her entrance, then once right on her clit. The room echoes with her desperate moa
ns and whimpers. She’s so close, and I’ve barely done anything. “You’re going to watch me as I eat this pussy up and drink down all your juices. The first time will be only with my tongue and lips. The second time I’ll add in fingers. The third, fourth, and fifth will be on my cock. Got it?”

  She clamps her teeth down on her bottom lip and nods eagerly. Now she’s with me.

  I don’t waste any time. I need to taste her, deep in her pussy where my cock will soon be. I shove my tongue into her tight walls, and her hips shoot off the bed in surprise pleasure. But she keeps her hands planted right where I left them, just as I told her to. Francie’s essence explodes across my taste buds. Sweet, a little salty, and the most addicting thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. I crave more, and the only way to get it is to have her coming so hard it is pouring out of her.

  Reluctantly, I draw out of her, pressing against her front wall as I go. Experimenting a little, I start to figure out exactly what she likes. I suck her folds into my mouth, circle her clit with my tongue, and dip it back into her eager hole. It all makes her shake and pant like a woman crazed. But what makes her let go and explode is when I nibble on her clit, then suck it hard and fast into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it at the same time. The orgasm hits her hard and fast. I haven’t even been between her legs for more than five minutes when it happens.

  She’s a live wire, squirming as if she wants to get away from me one second, then thrusting her pussy into my face the next. Words fall from her mouth in torrents, none of them connecting to make a coherent thought. “Fuck . . . Damn . . . Don’t stop.” Not to mention damn near every deity known to man is praised at some point. Through it all her eyes never leave mine, our connection so intense I can feel it leaving an imprint on my soul.

  The very second she starts to come down from her climax, I thrust two fingers into her tight pussy, and she’s off again. Searching with my fingertips, I find the patch of bumpy flesh that every man should know by heart, but far too many ignore. I work it as if my life depends on it, brushing it in light circles, then pressing on it in pulsing waves. All the while I suck and nibble her clit.

  My efforts are rewarded with a flood of her arousal seeping from between my fingers, coating my mouth and dripping down my chin. Not only did I make her come from oral sex, something she apparently didn’t think possible, I made her fucking gush. I won’t deny the surge of pride that fills me with that knowledge. I want to sit back on my knees and beat my chest like a caveman. But I resist, instead staying with her through not only her second orgasm of the night but straight into her third.

  Once her pussy stops pulsing, I push back, standing at the end of the bed to shed my clothes. The fact that they are all still on hadn’t even occurred to me until just now when the need to get my cock inside her became too much to resist. Her eyes follow me, and her hands are still dutifully pressed above her head. Even after all that, she’s still following my orders.

  As my pants fall to the floor, revealing my hard and angry cock, Francie gasps and her eyes widen.

  “How do you walk around with that thing all day? Doesn’t it get in the way?” One of her hands flies to cover her mouth. “I can’t believe I just said that,” she mumbles between her fingers.

  I try hard not to laugh, but fail. This woman is too much. Smart and funny. Sexy and yet innocent. “When you’ve had it your whole life, you get used to it.” Moving fast, I kneel beside her on the bed and flip her onto her stomach. “You moved your hand.” A sharp crack reverberates through her tiny apartment when I slap her ass. “I told you there would be punishment.”

  I spank her again, her round cheek pinking up with the imprint of my hand. Fuck, that is hot. I thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, then slap her ass again with my other hand. Her walls contract around me as I dole out too more spanks.

  “Looks like someone likes my brand of discipline. Your pussy is practically begging for more.”

  “I had no idea I would ever like this, but holy shit, I want that big dick inside me while you spank me more.” She cranes her neck around, her eyes telling me everything I need to know. “Please.”

  “As you wish.” Gripping her hips, I climb off the bed, pulling her with me so she is kneeling on the floor, bent over the side of the mattress. The damn Murphy bed is so low to the floor I have to kneel too. I line my cock up with her entrance and slam home at the same time my hand smacks across her fleshy ass. It jiggles and shakes with tremors, the movement mesmerizing me for a moment.

  My cock throbs inside her tight walls. She spasms and bucks against me, and I have to fight with all my strength not to come inside her right then.

  “Oh God, yes, more.” This girl, she’s my every dirty fantasy come true. And I’m going to give her everything she wants.

  Chapter Six

  Francie

  Holy shit. The things this man is doing to me. The things I’m asking him to do. A few years ago, they wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. But now, with his cock shoved so deep inside me I feel an unfamiliar stinging slash stretching that is more pleasure than pain, and his hand slapping my butt, then rubbing away that sting too, it all felt necessary. No wonder I had never been able to come from sex alone before. I’d never been handled this way.

  Trent rooted himself to the hilt inside me, his balls pressed against my throbbing, swollen clit. And then stopped, not moving in the slightest. Before I can ask whether something is wrong, he climbs to his feet, both hands gripping my hips and pulling me up with him so I am bent in half at the waist, hands braced on the bed, still filled completely by him. Once we’re both firmly standing, he resumes pumping in and out of me in a way that causes my eyes to roll back.

  Places inside me I had no idea existed are brushed and pushed with the blunt head of his cock. Each plunge of him into my body inches me closer and closer to an orgasm so intense that it quite frankly scares me a little bit. Surely it isn’t possible to actually pass out from pleasure, right? I know I read about it in a few of the books I edited, but it’s just something that women liked to read about: being given so much pleasure at once that your whole world goes black, and all that exists is sensation pouring through every inch of your body. But that can’t be real.

  Trent’s arms snake around me, gripping both my breasts. He toys with my nipples, pulling and twisting them as he continues his brutal pace behind me. I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy, but find myself holding back. Not wanting to take that plunge and have this all be over.

  “Don’t do that, sweetheart. Let go. I can feel you resisting it. Trust me. It won’t be the last time I make you scream tonight.”

  God, how did this man read my mind so easily? Or is it just my body he is reading? I decide to trust him. I don’t know why. We haven’t known each other for more than a few hours. But in this short time, it has become obvious that for tonight at least, his top priority is my pleasure.

  So, I give in.

  The orgasm explodes through me the moment I let go. I relax at the same time every muscle contracts, overwhelmed with bliss. I know I’m being loud, but none of it penetrates the roar of my first amazing sexual experience. I see stars spread throughout the inky black that overtakes my vision. My fingers curl around handfuls of sheets, yanking and pulling in an effort to ground myself to something, anything.

  One minute I’m still hanging bent in half, the next Trent pulls me up so my back is to his chest. One of his huge hands gently cradles my throat, angling my head to the side so he can devour my mouth. The other bands across my stomach, holding me tight as he continues to pump up and into my still pulsing pussy.

  “Do you remember how many times I said you would come on my cock?” He speaks around my lips, not bothering to pull back even a centimeter to get the words out. I swallow those rough words, make them part of me now. His voice is shredded. If I didn’t know better, I would think it is almost emotional. But that would be ridiculous. This is a one-night stand. One night of amazing fucking, no emotions involved.
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br />   Once his question penetrates my lust fog, I think back to what he said before. “Three. You said I would come on your cock three times.”

  “And that was one. Get ready for two and three.”

  Before I can respond, Trent pulls out, spins me around, and presses me against the wall. He picks up one of my legs and holds it in the crook of his elbow as he pushes his cock back inside me.

  “I don’t know if I can come again after that.”

  Trent just smiles at me as if I’m adorable for thinking he can’t get me there a second time. Though if we are being technical about it, it would be the fifth time total of the night. Five orgasms. One night. Hell, one hour. I want to cry with relief at the knowledge that my body can do this. It can bring me pleasure. It can bring someone else pleasure. There is nothing wrong with my body, despite the lumps and rolls.

  “Get out of your head, woman,” Trent growls in my ear. “The only thing you need to think about right now is my cock wringing every bit of pleasure from your sexy body. You look at me. Only me. And keep those beautiful eyes open. You got it?”

  “Yes.”

  As impossible as it seems, Trent makes good on his word. My second orgasm from his cock alone comes while he is banging me against the wall, sweat dripping down his face and chest. I don’t know why I decide to lick it off his skin, but when I do, the salty flavor of him bursts across my tongue, and I can’t get enough. I’m sucking his neck, clawing at his back, and that is when I come undone.

  The third comes back on the bed. He holds my ankles in the air, crossing my legs so that I go even tighter around his dick. He roars and swears, says he refuses to come even once until I come on his cock one more time. The intensity of the position makes me delirious, and more quickly than I thought possible, I’m screaming my head off again.

  Somewhere in the middle of the screaming and thrashing and coming, Trent pulls out of me, and I whine in protest, my whole body feeling empty without him inside me. But then his hand pumps up and down quickly on his cock two times, my juices glistening on his shaft. With a yell so feral I’m truly afraid for a moment that he is going to turn into a caveman right before my eyes, Trent spurts long warm ropes of cum all over my chest and belly, and even a little on my chin.