by Xavier Neal
Did we take a turn into a modern museum or what? Right. Need to focus.
After getting a good look at what will be my office for the next few hours, I turn back around to face her. She lifts an eyebrow at me with a crooked grin. “Strip.”
Well. Can't say this doesn't feel familiar.
Not wasting any time, I pull my gray t-shirt over my head exposing the body I work so hard to keep performance perfect. Unlike I do when I'm working, I keep my attention locked on hers, prepared to document every turned on reaction. To my surprise the sight of me shirtless doesn't change her expression. However, when I drop my pants exposing my already hard cock, her tongue finds its way to the corner of her mouth.
That's better...
She wets her lips and declares, “That'll do.”
Taken off guard yet again, I chortle. “That'll do?”
Her eyes rolls around my dick as if they were her hands. Each look feels identical to a stroke and my cock twitches at the feel.
What the fuck is happening to me? That's....never mind. Just forget I said shit.
Trying to shake it off, I toss my head at her. “Gonna show me if you'll do?”
“No,” her retort angles my head. “I know I will...”
Unsure if I want to fuck the sass out of her or prove to her I can do more than talk a good game, I close the distance between us. The moment we're both in the door way, I give her a hard stare while my hands tug at the tie. As soon as her robe moves, I roughly part it, uncovering the holy grail of bodies.
Again...she wasn't fucking lying.
There's a low groan in my throat that seems premature.
That shit doesn't usually come until I do. Ha. Yeah. It's okay to laugh at that.
My eyes continue to drift down, engraving to memory a gorgeous pair of tits, a flat stomach with a belly button ring, hips that could hug any article of clothing flawlessly, and the world's most enticing thighs that I can't seem to stop myself from wanting to bury my face between.
I give Ari one final look knowing sometimes women back down when the actual moment arrives.
It's cool. Really. I have a blue ball database to fix that problem, like all dudes. I may be a little cocky, but I'm not a rapist. Only sex with the willing here.
When she offers me an impatient expression, I push my mouth on top of her to wash it away. The moment our lips part, our tongues attach, igniting an urge to glut on the luscious flavor.
Fuck me. Can't wait to taste the rest of her.
My hand grips the nape of her neck as devouring her threatens to make me bust a nut. Shoving my mouth to her neck in hopes of not embarrassing myself, I ingest every moan leaking out of her like it's the cure for fucking cancer.
“Shit that's good,” she whispers while my mouth continues to trail down her body.
With a pleased smile, I pull a nipple between my teeth, the squeak of excitement reverberating through my cock. I repeat the action on the other one receiving a similar response. Leisurely, my tongue continues towards the throne it's on a mission to conquer before my cock does.
In a swift motion, her robe is discarded, and I'm on my knees with her thighs spread wide open, legs dangled over my shoulders while her body is pinned against the door frame. Palming her ass, I plant my face in her pussy, taste buds anxious to be overrun with her flavor. Ari moans above me as she shifts her hips to feed me.
Fuck, I'm starving for this woman. Literally starving for the smallest crumb she's offering. What the hell? Does she have magical pussy pie or something?
Within seconds I'm completely adrift, captivated by the combination of her shivers, her cries, and the warmth coating my tongue. Ari continues to vibrate against my mouth while I do everything I can to break free that prisoner known as a pending orgasm. Suddenly I reposition her until my tongue is snaking back and forth between her trembling pussy and her untouched perfect hole.
A heated pant elicits itself. “Holy hell.”
She likes a little bit of ass play. Definitely my kind of woman.
Each time I whirl my tongue around either of the areas her body throws itself at me. The sounds of her hands banging the wall or the frame act like applause for a job well done. A standing ovation before we've even reached the end.
Drunk on the delicious delirium she's delivering, it barely sinks in when she's shouting, “I'm coming! I'm coming!”
The new sweetness has me languorously licking, wanting to savor the first time she's come for me.
It won't be the last. Far fucking from it. Might try to break a record with this woman.
Before I can get swept away in round two, my cock throbs reminding me he has a job he'd like to do. Reluctantly I pull my mouth away, but carry her the rest of the way across the room to her bed.
Mapped out that path before pussy eating. Thankful for high ceilings too.
There's a small squeak that comes out when I drop her onto the bed. “Stronger than you look.”
Impressed, I question, “You're still talkin' shit? Even after I put that pussy in its place?”
“Was that not a compliment?”
Seeing the levity in her brown eyes, I shake my head. “You're gonna stop talkin' shit and start screaming my name again.”
She leans up on her elbows. “So you say.”
Grabbing one of the condoms from the box she has on her nightstand, I rip it open with my teeth.
That better be a brand new fucking box. Something about the idea of her casually fucking every dude she comes across makes me wanna fuck her hard. Make me the final mark. What the hell is wrong with my brain? Where the hell are these thoughts coming from? Am I dehydrated? This is just dehydration taking hold of me. Need to drink more water.
Once the rubber is on, I flop on the edge of the bed, feet planted firm on the ground, pull her into my lap and waste no time penetrating deep.
On a sharp mewl she tosses her head back. “Arik!”
Pleased, I tilt her backwards a bit, pushing my cock to the hilt. “Told ya.”
She moans her argument.
I grip her thighs tighter and thrust sharply. Instinctively she reaches out for something to hold onto. “Relax. Lean back. You won't fall.”
Ari's eyes open just enough to take the trust I'm offering with a single stare. She shuts her eyes, leans backwards, and runs her hands through her hair, displaying her body like an offering before ancient Gods. Growling at the sexual sacrifice presenting itself, I watch keenly. I watch her body bounce on my dick. I watch her eyes squeeze shut. I watch her hair get yanked through her own fingertips. Another groan creeps out as I anchor her to my body refusing for there to be more than a breath between us. While I'm sucked into a vortex of moans and pleads of my name, the sight of sweat covering her beautiful body becomes the new captor of holding my eyes hostage. Time seems to cease to matter while my cock continues to coerce her pussy into giving it the same reward my mouth received.
Finally Ari arches her body upward and shatters on a scream, “Arik!”
Her pussy clamps down on my cock in such a manner I'm not sure if it's trying to hold on forever or banish it. The moment her head hits my chest in mercy, my dick surrenders without my consent, coming merely seconds behind her.
In a slightly bothered grumble I say, “That never happens...”
She blows her fallen hair out of her face. “What? Making a woman come?”
I lightly chuckle and wrap my arms around her. “I always make a woman come.”
Slowly, she lifts her body up. With a crooked smirk she states, “We're going to test that theory.”
“I'm gonna pass with all A's baby.”
Before she can try to dispute it, I tug our mouths back together, the longing for her tongue to be with mine overwhelming.
I can explain that. I haven't had sex this good in a while. That's all this is. Really fucking good sex. Give it a few rounds and the high of new pussy will wear off. I mean....it has to. Right?
Ari
I'm sore in places I didn't even know it wa
s possible to be sore. I didn't even know I had muscles in certain areas. Complaining? About the discomfort? Yeah. About the sex dealer that turned me into a possible addict? Absolutely not. His cock is so perfect I wish I could make a mold of it and use that instead of that piece of shit in my bottom drawer. Hm...too much information?
Pulling the red sheet out of bed with me, I wrap it around me to conceal my body.
Not that there's a need to. He's seen more of me than anyone else in my entire life besides the gyno.
I follow the scent of food out of the room and around the corner to see Arik shirtless, cooking at my stove.
If he can cook even a fraction as good as he can screw, he can just move the hell in. Geez...did I really say that? I can't go that long without ever getting laid again. It's clearly making me mentally unstable.
Instead of greeting him, I just stare in disbelief at not only the current sight but what happened.
So, it's really not my style to randomly hit on guys and then have sex with them. I know. I know. You're thinking, 'girl you're full of shit. That's what they all say.' But I'm being honest here. Typically, there's at least one long evening of drinks, one obnoxious dinner, or one unamusing week before I offer them a chance to knock it out of the park. On average it's a swing and miss. Maybe that's what encouraged me to shake up the order. Well, that and every part of Arik screams he will deliver an orgasm. His dick should come with an overdose warning label.
When he turns around to scrape the contents of the pan onto what I assume are plates, his eyes briefly grab a glimpse of me. “Told you I'd be here for breakfast.”
I give him a short chuckle as I take the step up into my kitchen. “I didn't realize that meant you were going to make it.”
Arik drops the pan in the sink, pulls me against him by my hips, and smirks. “The least I could do for the dessert you fed me last night.”
Never seen pussy offered on a desert menu, but that's just me.
He doesn't leave room for further discussion on the topic. His mouth crashes against mine. The tip of his tongue toys with my top lip until his playfulness causes my tongue to frantically respond by trying to catch its attention. Arik spins us around and leads me backwards. The moment my body hits the edge of the kitchen table, he yanks my sheet open, turns me around, and pushes my stomach flat on the table. There's a small pause, which is filled with the sound of a wrapper being ripped.
The food was a trap! A trap! Damn it! How did I not see that coming?
Arik glides himself smoothly inside. Unsure how I'm as wet as I am, I merely melt against the table and enjoy the invasion my pussy always seems ready to submit to. His dick draws itself out before it drifts back inside slightly deeper. The subtle difference between the delicate delivery of morning sex and night sex is not only appreciated but captivating.
He shouldn't have more than one speed. It's already not fair he has more than the average number of positions and way more than the average dick. Did they build him in a secret sex laboratory?
His hand roams up my back softly. The gentle touch ends the second his fingers thread through my hair. On a yank my entire body arches backwards impaling me further on his cock. Helplessly I moan, “Arik...”
He growls with another tug, “Louder.”
Fulfilling the request, I leak out his name again, this time receiving the wet tip of a finger pressed against an area that's rarely been touched.
I didn't know I was an ass play kind of woman. To be fair I didn't know I was take home a basic stranger for an all-night sex session kind of woman either.
The new invasion turns my moans into desperate pants as my body is unsure whether to welcome to the stretching or protest. Arik's finger pushes in deeper forcing all the muscles in my body to stiffen.
Feeling full and filled I cry out again, “Arik...”
“Keep my name on that tongue, baby....”
Not one to deny a polite request, I repeat it louder and louder while he plummets past the point of no return. Without a fair warning, an orgasm bombinates through me, his name being the only thing I'm capable of saying. My undulating moans manage to milk one from him moments later. His grip on my hair becomes as savage as the groan that's breaching through what I can only imagine is gritted teeth.
Completely sated, I collapse back on the table when released.
Well....what the hell would you do?
There's a small snicker from behind me. “And I also told you the first thing you would wanna taste would be me.”
His cockiness pushes me back up. I turn around and correct, “I never said I wanted to taste you.”
He shuts the lid on my trash can where he's just disposed of the condom and wiggles his cock back into his lose jeans. “Your pussy did.”
“What are you the pussy whisper?”
Dear goodness, he is.
“Your pussy screams as loud as you do,” the response is proceeded by him having a bite of the eggs he made and someone knocking on my front door.
Pulling the sheet back around me, I stroll past him without retorting.
I've never been a screamer before. Hell, barely even a moaner. I'm trying to tell you there's something in his dick science needs to look into. Hey if we do it together maybe we can make like billions of him.
The banging on the door gets more frantic.
“I'm coming! I'm coming!” I call out.
Arik chortles. “That sounds familiar.”
With a sharp scowl I point a finger. “Shut up.”
He smirks and has another bite of his eggs.
Is it weird to wonder where he got eggs? I don't remember having any in my fridge.
The second I open my door regret fills me.
Yup. Should've ignored it.
“You look like shit,” Liz says in a suspicious tone. “You're usually dressed to impress by like 7 a.m. Are you sick?” She doesn't wait for me to answer before she continues. “Are you wearing a sheet? Were you just having sex?”
“I-”
Liz's foot kicks open the door I was barely holding onto.
Why didn't I think to hold on tighter? Eh. It wouldn't have mattered. My muscles are too weak from sex anyway.
A wide grin crawls onto her face. “Oh...Oh...Please tell me he's been here all night.”
Arik replies, “Guilty.”
Strolling inside uninvited, she struts to the middle of the living room to get a better view of him. “You must be housekeeping.”
“Liz!”
“Nice to meet you, Liz.” Arik gives her a two finger wave. “Scrambled eggs?”
With a teasing smile, she gives me another glance. “Looks like you've scrambled plenty in here.”
“Liz!”
His laughter is almost as beautiful as the animalistic sounds that pump out of him as he pumps into me.
That doesn't mean anything because I like his laugh. It's just...a pleasant sound.
“I'm not hungry,” she assures and turns to me. “I just needed my lip gloss I left over here.”
“Lip gloss?” I lift my eyebrows. “Really? That couldn't have...waited?”
“It's my lucky lip gloss,” Liz snips grabbing the object off the coffee table. “I've got an interview for a new position.” After giving Arik another look she says to me, “Looks like you did a little interviewing for new positions too.”
In a snarky tone I ask, “Are you done?”
She pauses as if in serious contemplation.
Best, worst neighbor and friend, like ever.
“Liz!”
“Yeah. Yeah. I'm going. Some of us have to work today.”
Hearing the word causes a hand to fly to my forehead. “Fuck me-”
“Already did,” Arik calls from the kitchen.
“I like him,” Liz giggles on her way to the front door. On the other side of the threshold she winks. “Drinks later. I'll bring the wine.”
After a small nod, I shut the door, and turn to the best spontaneous decision I've ever made. “I'm
late for work...”
He has another bite of eggs and shrugs. “No biggie. I should get going anyway. I need to get to work too.”
Realizing how very little I know about him other than his physical attributes, I question, “What um...what exactly do you do for a living? I mean, do you make a living off of just playing gigs?”
Arik grabs his shirt off the edge of my couch. “Not exactly.”