by Cee Smith
Joel winked at me before his arms swooped down to lift me up in a ball of arms and legs, dangling like a rag doll. With swinging limbs, I felt boneless as Joel made his way from the living room through the dining room and down the hall.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” My words echoed through the house, competing with the sounds of howling winds and rocks scraping at the stuccoed exterior of my home.
Joel leaned his head down, speaking just above my face, “You didn’t actually think we were done, did you? I’m taking you to the room and then I’m going to fuck you like it’s my job and I’m looking for a promotion. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like we have a long night ahead of us.”
“Don’t you know it.”
With his back to the bedroom door, he pushed the door wide open, pivoted his feet, and launched me through the air to land on the bed. The mound of sheets bundled atop the bed broke my fall, digging into my back in the most discomforting of places, and I fisted and kicked them until the bed was nearly stripped down to one sheet.
This tall, block of a man stood at the end of the bed with a shaft glistening with pre-come and a smirk that said he knew how to use it. Instead of looking put off by my wrestling match with the linens, he seemed excited by it. I fisted the lone sheet that survived my assault and let my legs fall open in invitation. Joel’s eyes roared to life, his cock lurching at the prospect of burrowing into my depths. I followed his eyes like a snake looking to strike. He looked dead between my legs, searching between the cave of my thighs in the darkness of the room. Teasing wasn’t usually in my repertoire, but one-night stands weren’t either. Besides, it didn’t really count if we both knew that I would put out. So when I swayed my legs from side to side, I didn’t exactly know what to anticipate next.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, watching my legs as they shifted on the bed. Of all the things he could have done or said, it wasn’t the deadpanned face and honest growl that I was expecting. Especially coming from a man who probably had lines of models all waiting to wrap their lithe bodies around his mountain of muscles.
“You know that, don’t you? You look all sweet and innocent, wholesome even. I just want to dick you down and make you fucking filthy.” Joel gripped the base of his shaft, his fist shoving into a smattering of dark hair while he pumped his hand up and down the length of his erection. A bead of moisture licked along my cleft, priming me for the slab of meat his hand beat into an erect pole ready to penetrate.
He climbed over the edge of the bed, and I lifted my hips to greet him, willing him to jump straight to it, marking foreplay officially over. I’d never been so ready, never wanted someone, never wanted to fuck as much as I did at that moment with Joel, cock-in-hand, hard as stone, and burning with a need that mirrored my own. His other hand skated up my calf, past my knee to grip my thigh. He pulled me down across the bed, causing my legs to widen with the jerk of my hips.
“Ah,” I yelped, more surprised by the sudden movement than the grip on my thigh that promised to bruise if he continued holding me as he was.
“So soft, so smooth, so needy.” He pawed at my clit like a cat playing with a string of yarn. I guess in a way that was exactly what I was, a toy ready to be manipulated by expert hands. Maybe I should have cared about being more than a sex-object, maybe I should have cared about a lot of things, but at that moment all I seemed to care about were those thick thighs shifting between my legs and him shoving every inch of himself inside me. I wanted to remember the night I only seemed to catch glimpses of through liquor-drenched thoughts. A night that seemed to taunt me with the heat of his closeness or the occasional glimpse of his body.
He pulled back abruptly, still resting on his knees with his cock in hand. Those green eyes watched me, watched while I stared dumbfounded as to his change in direction. It was there in his smile that I felt assured that nothing had changed from one moment to the next.
I scooted closer, lining our bodies up so he could feel the heat escaping from between my thighs, let him sweat over that. Except, he was onto me as I inched my hips down the bed and wrapped my legs around his back to lock him between my thighs.
“Do you always get what you want?” he asked.
“It’s kind of in the job description. So, yes, I try very hard to get what I want.”
“I like a girl with determination.” He shifted back into my interlocked ankles as far as he could go, still smiling and pumping his dick like this was just another ordinary day in his world. He did have one leg up on teasing, but I wasn’t lying about getting what I wanted, and right then I wanted him. My legs dropped from around him and I rocketed up, nearly toppling us both with my momentum. My hand slid down his body before locking on my target. I squeezed the inside of his groin, lodging both hands against the inside of his thighs to make more room for me.
With his hand holding the base of his dick, my lips wrapped around his heated shaft, taking him in one fell swoop. My lips closed down at the base of his hands, and I looked up just in time to catch the whites of his eyes as they rolled back in his head from sheer pleasure. I tongued the underside of his veiny shaft, licking my way back up to the tip where his barbell sparkled like a hidden treasure ready to be explored by my wandering tongue. He tasted like a man was supposed to taste: a bit musky, a bit salty, a little sweet. My tongue caressed his length, molding around the girth of his erection.
Like the rest of Joel, his dick was damn-near obscene with how large it was, and with every bob of my head, I feared showing my novice by gagging all over him. While I didn’t deep-throat like a pro, I made up for it by lavishing what parts of him I could fit in my mouth. I took my time, teasing him with measured licks and a light scraping of teeth. His breath stilled and his body tightened, and I could feel him thicken in my mouth and his balls nestle tighter to his body. Just when I felt he was about to blow, I eased up, letting my cheeks puff out to grant space for his cock to bob in my mouth. I worked my way back up to his cock-head, taking the tip of his barbell between my front teeth. I gave a slight tug and felt his cock throb with the movement of his piercing.
“Be careful of your teeth. I wouldn’t want you to chip them on it.” Looking up, he winked and I knew that he knew that from experience and not to be arrogant or condescending. I let the metal fall from my teeth and sucked it between my lips. His dick rose with the suction of his piercing.
“Does that hurt?”
“No, that feels amazing. Don’t stop. Please.”
“And if I did?”
“That would make you sadistic.” His hands pushed into my hair, becoming tangled in the strands while the need for release shot through his body. He was on edge. I could see it in the set of his jaw and the tension of his thighs on either side of my head. I was almost fearful that if I’d stopped he’d crush me like metal at a junkyard.
I let his hands set the pace, and my tongue worked overtime to catch up with his brutal pumping. Those jade eyes that I’d become so enamored with were closed off to me as he was lost in the whirlwind of the orgasm I sucked out of him.
“Blaire, Jesus fuck. Your lips are…heaven. Fuck.”
Is it weird that I found that to be a bigger compliment than him calling me sexy?
I licked at the ridge of his head and tightened my hold on his thighs as if I would blow away with the dam that was about to burst.
“Fuck, I’m going to come down this pretty little throat and you’re going to swallow every drop. Hear me, baby?”
My head rocked on my neck enthusiastically. I stretched my neck, opening my throat so I wouldn’t choke on his come. One hand moved to my shoulder holding me still, while the other flattened against my scalp, holding me tenderly like a cherished prize. His dick thickened seconds before the first drop of come sprayed my tongue. I swallowed it back as he continued filling my mouth and shouting the room down with a mixture of groans and expletives that would make a sailor blush.
I choked back everything his body
wrangled free, and when he softened against my tongue, his hands pulled me free from his cock, laying me flat on the bed.
“The kid gloves are off. You’re mine now.”
He spent the next thirty minutes torturing my body. He pinched my nipples until they ached so bad I’d thought they’d burst, and he flicked my clit until he had to wrestle my hands back because I was so desperate for relief I would have given myself carpet burn just to orgasm. What disturbed me the most was I watched his cock bob along as if mocking me in my torment. We weren’t waiting for him to recharge his batteries; he was just having fun at my expense. His face was full of glee as I writhed and begged for him to put me out of my misery. Anything. I would have given him anything, let him do anything. I wasn’t even thinking of the words falling from my lips, just the hands that burned across my body and the tongue that lashed my lips, nipples, and slit like a whip.
“Please. Please. Joel. I need relief. Something. Anything. Everything.”
“Oh, Blaire. I told you I would break you,” he said with a look of reverie on his face. It was almost as if he felt sorry for me, for not only the brutal way he teased my body, but for what only he knew was coming. “What I didn’t tell you was I’m going to fucking love every minute of it,” he whispered. His body stretched out over mine and every rippling muscle yawned, blanketing me with the strength he exerted in every movement. His words clipped my ears before he took my mouth in a kiss that had me panting against his lips.
“Blaire, I want to feel everything. I’ve never…I’ve always used condoms, so I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. Yes. Joel,” I whined.
I locked my legs around his calves, and his teeth nipped my bottom lip. He lifted up just enough to take his cock in hand and thrust into me.
It was like his cock was breathing air back into my lungs. I found a renewed strength with the force of him barreling into me.
“This is what you’ve been missing out on, Blaire. I bet you’re hating yourself now.” He drew his shaft out slowly with both of us looking on, watching every inch of his withdrawal and the glistening proof of my arousal.
I groaned aloud as he slid back into me, fucking me to the hilt. My fingers pressed into his shoulders and my legs locked around his back holding onto him with all of the need coursing through my body, looking for an outlet. His hips were slow, drawing out the pleasure until his body shook with resistance and mine shook with need. Slick lips coursed down my neck and across my breasts, drawing in one nipple at a time. He squeezed one nipple and bit the other simultaneously, both the pain and pleasure of his touch sending a current of shockwaves from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
Our bodies tangled in a mess of limbs, tongues, and grappling hands—both of us searching for the one spot that would make the other cry out for more. So far, he was winning. I lay pinned beneath the weight of Joel, and there was nowhere I would have rather been. I thrust my hips forward, our pelvises colliding in a brutal mashing of skin. There were a few places that were sure to bear his mark the next day, but every touch at that moment was just what I needed to make my blood thunder in my veins and my pulse stampede.
“Your pussy begs even prettier than you do.”
“Joel.” I panted his name through the force of his hips thrusting between my legs. He speared into me, pulling out and dragging up to my clit where his piercing stimulated before sinking back into my depths. Like a clam reclaiming its pearl, I clutched at him tighter as if the more I bared down against him the harder it would be for him to escape. It didn’t stop him though; it only increased the sensation of him pulling back out. He leaned back, looking down the scope of my body, to his target, where he pulled out. He slammed back into my depths so suddenly that my breath lodged in my throat, startling me with the intensity and depth of him.
“That’s it. Fuck this dick, pretty bird. Shit, just watching you makes me want to come. Your lips, these tits, your legs.” His hands skated down my body touching everywhere with adoration and devotion. The way he looked at my body like I was a goddess, a deity worthy of devotion, made me feel something more than the barreling weight of my orgasm looming in my core. No, this was something more dangerous than a little death. It didn’t belong there, not with that man, not in that room. There was no space for him to weasel his way in, but that was what he was doing; chipping at my encased heart like an archaeologist excavating the fragile pieces.
I shook my head, trying to separate the emotion from the act.
One-night stand.
That’s all he is, but he fucks like an animal.
Insatiable.
That’s the word.
“Harder, Joel. Fuck me harder.”
“Pretty bird wants it harder?”
His cock dislodged from me with a plop, yet we were still connected by the thin sheen stretched between us—his pre-come and my juices. Those were the little details skipped over in porn. Things I didn’t realize I’d been missing on days where I’d been especially needy with nothing more than a disc full of writhing bodies and a vibrator tucked between my legs to get me off. I didn’t have long to bask in our union before Joel flipped me over, sinking my chest into sweat-soaked sheets.
“Ass up, sexy. I want to see this pretty cunt when I sink into you balls-deep.”
I groaned at the visual he presented. He tugged on my hip as I shimmied my knees closer to my chest and raised my ass so our bodies were aligned. The heat rising from his body was so hot, I thought if I looked hard enough I would be able to see steam rise from between his legs like thick clouds drifting up from manholes on the street.
The sound of his skin slapping against mine pierced the air as he slammed into me with the force of a runaway train barreling down the tracks. His hips crashed into me in a continuous rhythm my body moved along with. It was as if a song filled his head and his cock was the speaker, transmitting the song to my body—a song that had my body working like a machine. Every rise and fall, every breath, every clench of my fists and caress of his hand—it was all a crescendo, layers and layers of feeling, both physical and emotional, compounded until it reached the pinnacle, the peak, the climax.
We fell together.
“Blaire,” Joel groaned out my name, stilling my bucking hips with an iron grip as my orgasm rocked through my body. I felt primal, raw, a savage animal what with the sounds that escaped my throat. My spine rippled at the same time Joel’s hands loosened, and we both collapsed to the mattress like a house of cards blown over with the slightest uptake in wind.
Chapter Seven
I should have been second-guessing everything that had happened leading up to the point where I found myself back in his arms, but I just couldn’t. I clung to his warmth like the dying days of summer, relishing the weight of his body pressed against mine. So much for the rules, I thought with a chuckle.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were intentionally trying to bruise my ego. What’s so funny this time?”
Joel rolled away from my back, his arm wrapping around my stomach to pull me with him. He pulled until we were both lying on our sides, face to face. The presence of his hand caressing my side was an unexpected yet welcome comfort.
“I don’t know. This. You. Me. Our circumstances.” I waved my hand around the room, pointing at nothing in particular, especially considering the fact that we couldn’t see in the darkness of the room.
“You’re telling me this isn’t how you’d ordinarily spend a Monday morning?”
I scoffed as I dredged up thoughts of the last six months. It didn’t really matter the day; every one of them was the same—working my way toward that Junior Partner position at Henderson & Fitz. In a city where the majority of people found lawyers from billboards or cheesy TV commercials, vowing to get them out of their DUIs or reimburse them for some vehicular accident, Henderson & Fitz was one of most respectable firms that didn’t have to resort to those embarrassing ads. I felt proud when I told people where I wor
ked; it was only my position that left me wanting. Being the youngest and least experienced person at my firm didn’t give me any advantages over the many other lawyers in town that were all vying for the same position I was. That was why I worked diligently, from sun up to sun down on most days, just to show my dedication to not only the job but also the company.
“Sadly enough, I’d probably be working or thinking about work. I’d have the TV on though to make myself feel normal.”
His hand lifted to my face, trailing across my cheekbone before denting my bottom lip around the tip of his finger.
“What do you do?”
“I’m an associate at Henderson & Fitz.”
“Oh, so you’re a big-shot lawyer. I’m impressed. Although, I’ve got to say, you seem too sweet to be a lawyer.”
“Maybe I’ve only shown you my good side.”
He grabbed my chin angling my face, swiveling my head left and right, up and down, inspecting every pore before he let his hand fall from my face, relocating to my hip once more.
“Nope, you look sweet from every angle. So, I take it club-hopping isn’t your thing.”
“Definitely not. I was there for moral support.”
“Your foray out into the world wasn’t all bad. After all, look what you brought home.” His hand brushed down his body, modeling off the specimen of a man that lay next to me, looking like a nude model ready to be drawn. His skin was soft, and I could see the smattering of hair leading from his chest down the center of his abs to the wisps of hair landscaped to accentuate his cock. I couldn’t help but take in the sight of his glorious body. Joel was that decadent piece of chocolate that you continuously passed up because you felt he was only to be brought out for special occasions, but the truth was you never wanted decadent because how could you go back to Hershey’s once you’ve had the world’s finest chocolate?