I’m still struggling to form a sentence, so Patti steps up again. “She’s really shy.” She says and hip bumps me, helping me float back down to earth. I tug my hand, which he has yet to let go of, out of his burning grip and remember how to use my vocal cords.
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” I blush trying to find something else to do with my horny eyeballs besides gawk like a crazy person.
“Great!” Pete steps forward, clapping his hands together. “Now that we’re all acquainted, let’s have a good time!”
After ordering, Pete hands us our drinks and Patti insists we spend some time on the dance floor. Thankfully, this gives me the moment I need to pull my shit together. Because how embarrassing was that? I take a swig of my tequila, not that I need it, and try and bring myself back to a more human level.
“Holy cow, that was so hot. Did you see the way Sam was checking you out?” I want to say yes because those eyes will be forever burned into to my memory.
“I don’t think he was checking me out.” I fib.
“Oh bullshit, he practically made love to your hand, and I saw you, man. You practically dropped to your knees.”
Why does she keep saying that? “Why do you keep insinuating that everything needs to end with a dick in my mouth?” Patti replies by spitting the mouth full of martini she just drank right back out. Wiping off my wet arm, I stare at her, waiting for her to enlighten me on what was so funny about what I said. I’m not sure I’ve ever expressed the need to get down and suck anyone off as a sport.
“Oh my god…” she says busting out laughing.
“Patti, what the hell is so funny?”
“You… you…you just said dick in your mouth! Did you think I was referring to a blow job when I said to your knees?” she sputters out laughing again.
“Um, well yeah.” Who didn’t take it that way?
“Oh girlfriend, I meant on your knees like bring you to your knees. As in weak…love struck. Where is your dirty mind?” She laughs, shaking her head at me.
Oh, for the love!
No one here thought that’s what she meant, right? All agreed? I smack her hard on the shoulder, which only causes her to laugh harder. After a few more seconds, I give up being mad about it. Realizing how ridiculous it is I begin to chuckle, quickly joining her and doubling over laughing.
Seriously, dick in the mouth? Really Penny?
I pull my body upward trying to catch my breath, when my entire backside hits a solid wall, startling me. Eyes wide, I look at Patti for help. Her eyes are wide as well, but also gleaming with that look. Mischief. Great. I slowly turn around and lift my eyes.
It’s him.
And he’s standing right in front of me.
“I was curious about what was causing you two ladies to have such a good time over here, and thought I would journey over to find out.”
I want to answer him. I really do. But I’m way too busy taking those words, no matter what just poured out of his sexy mouth, and forming them into a shape, you can guess what, and inserting them into a special warm place down below. In and out his voice filling me like——
“You don’t seem to speak much do you?”
That gets Patti’s attention. “Oh she does. She just needs to be warmed up a bit. Why don’t you two dance? I’m in need of a refill anyway. I’ll be back!” She waves at me and then she’s off, leaving me in the lion’s den. With the lion.
Note to self. Place an ad for a new best friend.
“So Penny, what brings you on vacation?” he asks in that sexy voice.
“Um, just to be girls. Girl stuff…” I mentally want to smack myself. Girl stuff? Really? “…and you?” I finish, trying to save whatever dignity I have left. I’m actually shocked he’s still standing here. Not seeming turned off at all, he kindly replies.
“Celebrating Pete’s last moments of bachelorhood. Getting to visit some exotic places, hopefully make a few new friends.” He answers as he draws out the word friends. Well if that’s the case, he just made best friend status with my libido.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks, still standing extremely close to me. Since having a normal conversation seems impossible for me, I nod. Anything to avoid opening my mouth.
Taking my hand Sam walks us out to the dance floor. Thankfully there is a fast song playing because if it was a slow one, the only dancing I would be doing is in the form of dry humping and grinding.
We make it out to the center and once settled in a spot, his strong hands wrap around my hips. I let out a little squeal at the unfamiliar touch. His hands feel so big around my waist, but in a good way. Like way too good, way. He presses himself against my back and we begin to move to the beat of the music. It doesn’t take much for me to feel the rhythm and close my eyes, letting the music take me. Without realizing it, I lean my head back against his chest, and sway against his strong body to the music. Even with my heels, Sam is towering over me. His head has to be dipped, because I feel his face brushing against my head, and his hot breath hitting the side of my neck.
The music takes a turn and slows a bit. Not to a slow dance but close enough that our bodies continue to sway together. The friction from my back moving against his front is turning me on so badly that I need to start concentrating on moving side to side instead of front to back. I tell my brain not to hump, but fighting my hips to stay in the right formation is impossible. The music switches and speeds up again. That’s when Sam’s hands grip my hips a little bit harder. I feel his breath now hitting my neckline and I swear to god I think he might just place his lips to my skin. I am actually begging for it. Just when I think he is going to go in for the kill, the music messes with us again, becoming slow once more.
Then it happens.
Sam takes the lead and does what I have been fighting to do this entire time. He pushes forward.
And I feel it.
He is hard.
And I’m not talking about chest muscles, hard. He. Is. Hard! The moan, which I didn’t think I had in me, escapes my lips totally giving me away. I mean come on. Who isn’t dying to be in my place right now? Still holding tightly onto me, Sam does a little hip twirl and pulls me back against his hard groin, and I bite my lip trying not to orgasm. He brushes his lips against my neckline, moving up until he hits my earlobe.
“You smell fantastic,” he says in my ear. God, even my ear wants to have sex with him. I involuntarily push back against him rubbing my head against his chest like a damn cat in heat. I’m not sure where this little stunt is going, but I’m well on my way to having an orgasm bumping and grinding on the dance floor. Sadly, before I get to pass go and collect my orgasm, Patti and her new toy, Trent, I believe is his name, bust up our private party.
“Hey, I brought you another drink.” she smiles, looking from Sam to me.
Reality comes smacking down on me and I pull away from him. I’m breathing heavily, but I lie to myself and blame it on all the heavy dancing. I refuse to look at Sam and acknowledge what just happened, because if I do, I know I’ll be a goner. Patti reaches out handing me a new drink. I completely forgot about the one in my hand, so I slam it back and grab for the fresh one. She’s still eyeing me sneakily.
“You look super flushed girl.” If she even calls me out…
“It’s pretty hot on the dance floor,” I choke out. She brushes me off with a mischievous smile, and then proceeds to drag her toy towards an open spot on the floor to test out her new exotic dance moves. With their exit, I’m left with no choice but to look at Sam.
Yep.
Bye bye.
I’m a goner.
He’s staring at me with those eyes. Those scorching eyes screaming want in all sorts of languages.
“I am going to ask you this once, and if you say no, I will not ask again. But I think you and I may be on the same page here. So here it goes. Would you like to get out of here and continue this in my room?”
Wait, what was that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear the question over
the sounds of Jackpot baby!
Right now, I am going to admit that I’m about to make some impromptu decisions. I only live once. And I deserve this. I deserve to get banged beyond belief by this totally hot guy. If he wants a ride, I swear to all that’s mighty I am going to give it to him. I may wake up and realize this was a huge error in my judgment, but right now I couldn’t care less. I will never see him again so who cares. My vagina has already started walking to his room, so I might as well just catch up with her.
“Yeah. Let’s get outta here.”
Whether it’s due to the tequila or my lust-filled brain, I barely remember the trip back to his room. We could have teleported there for all I know, but that’s not what I will remember. Upon entering his presidential suite, Sam picks me up, wrapping my eager legs around his waist and slams my body against the wall in the tight entrance hallway. He goes in for the kill, but doesn’t immediately bring his mouth to mine. He stops right before he hits home, teasing me with those luscious lips. I feel his warm breath hitting my face and I swear my clit is pounding in my panties, begging to get off.
Slowly his mouth descends, until he finally brushes his soft lips against mine. Using small force, he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and latches on with his teeth. I moan, which gets me a strong thrust of his hard cock against my thinly covered vagina.
Continuing his torment, he grinds into me again and the second he hits home, he gives me want I want. His delicious full mouth, tasting of mint, savoring mine. Coaxing my mouth open, which I oblige our tongues instantly collide in a heated battle to get at one another. This is so hot. The way he’s kissing me, it’s like he’s feasting on my tongue. My mouth. My lips. I can’t remember the last time I did something so careless but so freaking hot. Startling me, he pulls me off the wall. I was perfectly fine with wall sex, but as he makes it through the huge room, and throws me on the bed, the look in his eyes tells me he has better plans for us.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Uh thanks?
“Take your dress off. I want to see what is underneath.”
Now, I am not one to enjoy being told what to do. I actually hate it, hence why I hate my job, hate people, hate… Losing focus. Any who, being told by this sexual beast of a man to take my clothes off is going to make me cream in my panties. I’m glad I have on a black lace thong because I might embarrass myself at how wet I’m becoming.
I do what I’m told and sit up on my knees. I take the hem of my dress and slowly yet seductively—which means the best way a drunk person can take their clothes off—I pull it up and over my head. I take the material by the tip of my fingers, and then drop it to the floor.
“Jesus Christ.”
And there we have it, folks. The look of a man starved. There is nothing hotter than watching a man reveal his playing cards. And his look to be a full house. I can see the bulge in his pants, if possible, get even bigger.
“You are simply outstanding,” he says, stalking forward and letting his legs hit the bed. He takes his strong hands and gently lifts my hair, brushing it off my shoulders and onto my back, leaving me completely open. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, the only thing that was covering my breasts was my hair. Sam has yet to pull his eyes away from mine, but when he finally looks down, I see the lust take over as he takes in my naked chest. And I do believe I hear a growl. Like an animalistic growl. And that’s so fuckin hot. At least I’m driving this guy just as crazy as he is driving me.
Wasting no more time, he lifts his hand and fills his palm with my perky breast. Okay so maybe he’s driving me insane. I push my head back and close my eyes. His hand feels glorious. Sam lowers his mouth to my breast and places his searing hot lips around my nipple. He licks and sucks and bites until I can no longer handle it and, “Oh, shit, that feels so awesome,” falls off my tongue.
The moment my praise leaves my lips he pulls back, startling me. I open my eyes just in time to see him rip his shirt off. I mean, like buttons flying over the head, off and gone. His chest is solid muscle. If I haven’t compared him to a Greek god yet, then I have to say he is better. His tanned skin, and sleek body, would give a Greek god a run for his money. My eyes follow his hands where they are working his zipper. I lick my lips at the sight of his happy trail—a happy trail that I’m on the fast track to following. He pulls his zipper down and pushes down his pants, along with his briefs.
And holy cow, folks. This man is well endowed. Like huge. His thick erection slaps against his stomach and I can do nothing but stare while he steps out of his pants. It might take a freight train to get me to stop ogling his hard penis, but then he begins to move toward me and I break contact. I look up just in time for him to place his hands under my arms and lift me further onto the bed. He guides me down onto my back and his hard body crawls above mine. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine and I just melt into his mouth. These lips will forever ruin me for any other man I ever kiss. I wish this was it for me because I could kiss these lips till the end of time.
I’m not lying when I say this guy definitely knows what he’s doing. He plays around in my mouth, like he’s memorizing it, all while stroking his fingers up and down my side. His right hand makes it below my belly button and begins grabbing onto my upper thigh, his thumb brushing along my pelvis. The body is a crazy thing. How simple triggers can cause our five senses to ignite. A simple sound, smell, or touch. As Sam squeezes my thigh, and his thumb pushes against my pelvis, my hips on their own accord push upward into his hand. Approving, he hardens his kiss, devouring my mouth like it’s his last meal.
I try and meet him lick for lick but it’s so hard to concentrate when all I crave is more. I take my free hands, dig them into his hair and squeeze. I’m sure I’m hurting him, but I couldn’t care less. I’m so turned on right now, he could probably just say the word orgasm and I would explode.
“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he murmurs between nips and bites. He moves his mouth down my neck and just as he makes it to my neckline, I feel his finger latch around my panties. In one quick swoop, he tears the fabric and pulls my ripped underwear right off me. My hips thrust upward catching his hard package and it drives us both insane. God, we aren’t even having actual sex yet and both of us are panting and breathing erratically. With the green light I just gave him, he takes his hand and dips it into my wet center.
“Oh lordy lord,” I moan, hoping I actually said something more attractive out loud.
Sam obviously approves of my readiness because he groans into my neck and plunges one solid finger inside me. Pumping in and out the friction of this act alone is going to make me blow. It’s been a while since I have been royally fucked or even ravished. Even a simple finger tease is something that I’ve been missing out on.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Penny?” he asks me in his deep, do-me voice. I’m pretty sure I don’t need to answer this question, but I do. “Oh yes.”
“How about now?” He inserts another finger into my opening. His two thick fingers going at it feel so good, I’m sure he can feel my insides starting to clench.
“Oh God, best time ever,” I pant. I’m trying to play it cool, but I’m also moaning, and possibly sweating, so he knows he has me right where he wants me.
“I’m glad to hear it.” Then he shocks me even more by bending and biting down hard on one of my nipples. In any other situation, I would have screamed and punched him, but of course, in this one, I come. I scream out his name and the best fucking orgasm I can ever remember having bursts out of me. And that was just with his fingers.
He’s still slowly pumping into me, allowing me to ride out my climax. Once he senses my body relax, he pulls out. His body still hovering over mine, he reaches for the night stand, opens the drawer and grabs a condom. He sits up on his knees, ripping the package with his teeth and rolls the condom down his huge penis. And not to sound like a pig, but I think my mouth starts to water. He is huge and glorious and to know that monster of a dick is going to be inside me in s
econd’s gets me worked up all over again.
Sam catches the thirst in my eyes and gives me the most seductive grin. I squirm under him and he knows he has me. He knows he’s every woman’s wet dream.
“Are you ready, sweet Penny, for some fun?” Seriously does he have to ask?
“I think the question here, Sam,” I purr his name, “is if you’re ready?” And since when did I pick up dirty talking? I’m not sure. I’ll have to thank the tequila for this one. Sam gives me that crazy sexy smile in return and lowers himself down to me. He connects his vision with mine and once we lock eyes, he plunges in.
I think we moan, groan or even grunt in unison, because holy cow that feels euphoric. There is nothing hotter than being filled to the brim by this beautiful man. Once he’s fully in, he pauses to make sure I’m okay. Obviously, my body has to take some time to adjust to his huge monster. But once I relax, it’s on.
I offer him my go smile. He takes the signal and pulls out, only to slam back into me. In and out he goes, creating this rhythm, causing me to pant and moan like a crazy person. Sam is not far off from how I feel because the sounds leaving his throat are ones of intense pleasure.
“You feel fantastic. Like you were made just for me,” he grunts, pulling out and slowly gliding back in. He lifts himself so we can both see our bodies joining. In and out, we watch and it is the hottest shit I have ever witnessed. There is only so much one can endure, and he is about to give me a second orgasm in a matter of seconds. I didn’t even know my body was made to do that! He plunges one more time and I know that’s it for me. I take my fingernails, claw them into his back and squeeze my walls around his thick cock as I go flying. I could be making a sound but my throat is locked up by the crazy feelings bursting through my vagina. When my bundle of nerves begin to relax, it’s Sam’s turn to jump overboard. He slams his mouth onto my shoulder and while he sucks aggressively, he sinks his teeth into my skin and releases his orgasm. If I thought I was done, well I was wrong. The erotic way the pressure of his mouth shoots down to my clitoris sends me into another fit of spasms.
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