WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  Letting go of his cock, I grab his boxer briefs by the hemline and tug them down with both hands, his pulsing cock jumping out at once. I grab it immediately, wrapping my fingers tightly around his flesh. His warmness seeps into my skin, crawling up my spine and up to my brain. I can almost feel a barrage of hormones coursing through my body, desire taking control of me. We are still kissing, our lips locked in wild embrace as I move my hand back and forth, stroking him and marveling at his size.

  Pulling back from my kiss, he rests his lips against my neck, nibbling at my skin. I let a slight moan escape my fingers, my mind adrift on a sea of pleasure. My hand starts to move faster, matching the rhythm of my breathing.

  “You like it, don’t you?” he says, looking at me as if he were in absolute control. I say nothing, simply gritting my teeth as my hand keeps on working his cock. “Now imagine it in your mouth,” he continues, his voice numbing my rational mind. Almost immediately I picture myself on my knees, parting my lips so that his glans can slide inside of my mouth. My imagination pulling the strings of my body; I feel all strength leaving my legs, my knees buckling. Before I even know what I’m doing, I place both my hands on his chest and push him. He takes one step back, not a trace of surprise on him as I go down to my knees.

  I grab his cock again, cupping his balls with my free hand as I stroke him. I barely blink as I take in the sight of his mast, the gleaming tip calling to me. The moment he rests his hands on my head, I’m already leaning in, my slightly parted lips adjusting to the curve of his glans. As my mouth touches his cock, I’m immediately hit by his salty and manly flavor, a cocktail of power and lust rolling over my tongue.

  I open my mouth wider, allowing him to feed one inch of his cock inside of my mouth. His glans resting on top of my tongue, I suck it firmly, leaning in and making his shaft roll over my lips. I’m making a real effort, taking his entire shaft inside of me. He’s the longest I’ve ever had, and damn, it feels good. And not only is he long, he’s also thick—his cock fills my mouth in such a way that my insides clench, my pussy anticipating how devastatingly good it will feel to have him ravaging me.

  Grabbing locks of hair, he starts to guide my movements, my head bobbing back and forth as his shaft takes control of my mouth. Slowly thrusting, he goes deeper each time I go forth, only easing down when the tip of his cock finally rubs the back of my throat. The moment I have all of him inside of me, I hold my position, my mouth completely filled with him. I feel it pulsing against my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, his mast holding promises of lust and ravenous desire.

  With my eyes still closed, I let his cock slide back out and then I go all in once more. I start to go as fast as I can, his member sliding in and out of my mouth at a breakneck speed. He keeps holding me by the hair, keeping my movements controlled as he thrusts slightly, literally fucking my mouth.

  “If your mouth feels like this,” he says, and I open my eyes and look up at him, “I can’t imagine how your pussy will feel like.”

  I take his cock out of my mouth, and grabbing it, I start stroking him while I show him the most devilish smile I can produce.

  “It’ll totes feel like nothing you’ve ever had before,” I tell him, my hand never stopping. He doesn’t respond; he simply holds my gaze, the corners of his mouth curling upward into a teasing smile.

  “What the hell does ‘totes’ mean?” he asks me.

  I just roll my eyes. And my tongue.

  He shudders.

  A sudden moan tumbles out of my lips as he pulls on my hair, making me go up to my feet. I let my back hit the wall, my hands going to his chest; I slide my fingers up to his shoulders, forcing his shirt down his arms. With my eyes locked on his, I then tug at his pants and boxer briefs, sending them flying down to his ankles. He kicks off his polished shoes and steps out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

  My eyes wander down from his, losing themselves in his perfect naked body. It’s almost a sin for a man like him to have to wear clothes; he’s a work of art, a magnificent piece of beauty and sex.

  “Like what you see, huh?” he asks mockingly, noticing the way my eyes crawl all over his muscles. He yanks on my hair again, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I think I’m also going to like what’s underneath your clothes…” Without a warning, he lets go of me and places both his hands on my chest, his fingers hooked on the collar-line of my dress. He pulls violently, the fabric ripping apart with a quick and dirty sound, and doesn’t stop until my chest is bare. The torn fabric hangs loosely from my waist, but I don’t care; I have no time for caring.

  He leans into me, pressing his mouth against the valley between my breasts, and runs his tongue over my skin. With his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my bra down my arms, and in an instant, his fingers are on my back unclasping my bra. The cups drop down over my breasts, and like a wild animal completely devoid of self-control, he grabs my bra and yanks it off.

  I feel my nipples hardening, the cool air in the room lapping at my naked chest as he starts to kiss along the rising curve of my breasts. His lips go over to my right nipple, and when he wraps them around my hard tip, I feel electricity running through me, all my thoughts becoming electrified by pure high voltage tension.

  He sucks on my nipple, pulling it into his mouth as his fingers hold and squeeze my breasts. I run my hands through his hair, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes as I simply surrender to the moment. I pull him in hard, holding his head and forcing him to suck harshly on my nipples; he doesn’t complain, simply letting me take the lead as he twirls his tongue and licks me in a way that tells me that he knows how to put his tongue to good use.

  Guided by that one thought, I start to push his head down, relishing at how it feels to have his lips all over me. His lips go from my nipples to the base of my breasts, and then down to my stomach and navel, only stopping when they reach the ruined threads of my dress hanging by my waist. He quickly takes care of it, grabbing at the fabric and pulling on it harshly against my hips. That ripping sound hits my ears again, my torn dress peeling off my body easily. Standing there only in my thong and heels, I can’t help but look down at him, my heart beating in ecstasy as he starts to kiss the skin right above my thong, his lips gently brushing over that sweet spot right before untanned skin lies.

  With my back against the wall, I close my eyes again, my hands still disheveling his hair. I feel his lips kissing along the line of my thong, going over to my hip and then down to my legs. He cuts in then, slowly kissing my inner thigh as his fingers start to trace the contour of my scanty underwear. I have to fight against the urge to simply grab his hand and force him to touch me, to lay his finger harshly against my pussy and simply take control. But I don’t do it because with these maddeningly patient moves of his, he has my absolute surrender. His fingertips slide back and forth over my skin, gently feeling the wet fabric that covers me but never crossing the line, softly caressing my groin.

  I can’t—I can’t hold on any longer. I thrust hard, bucking my hips at him in a desperate attempt to have him touch me. But he doesn’t let me take the lead: he presses his forearm over my waist, pinning me against the wall as he resumes the soft stroking of his fingertips.

  I moan, my whole body feeling like a coiled spring. We’ve barely done anything, but I already feel pleasure trapped inside of me, raging through my veins and yearning to escape, explode, and devastate all of my senses.

  Maybe he wants me to beg, but if that’s the case, he’s going to have to wait a long time. I don’t beg. Ever. I never came across a man good enough to make me plead, and I don’t believe it will ever happen.

  A shiver goes through me as he suddenly rests one finger over my pussy, running it down over my drenched thong. The pressure he applies on me is barely noticeable, but still enough to make my skin prickle with excitement. I half expect him to continue his teasing motions, but he surprises me once more; he grabs my thong, and with a strong and s
udden movement, pulls it against the side of my thigh. The fabric rips open, and he simply throws it to the floor. Before I can even recover from that, he lunges at me, burying his face between my thighs.

  Reacting by instinct, I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder, angling myself so that he can easily fit his mouth against my pussy. I can’t help but moan as I feel his tongue circle my clitoris, his circular movements making my mind boil. I buck my hips at him, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he opens it wide, licking all the way down from my clitoris to my inner lips.

  Time seems to dilate as he focuses on sucking my inner folds, his thumb pressed right above my clit. He starts to rub it, his fingertip tapping on me with the same cadence that his tongue uses to jab at my insides. Soon enough I’m panting, the fabric of reality stretching and giving way to a universe where the only thing that matters is unbridled pleasure.

  I surrender to ecstasy, one loud scream clawing its way from my throat to my lips as my body jerks violently. I grab his hair harshly, still thrusting my hips at him as I come in a perfect way. Really, he has a gift. Most guys never could make me feel like this with their cocks, let alone with simply their mouths.

  I yank on his hair as I reel from the orgasm, trying to push him out from between my thighs. I want to push him down onto the ground and climb on top of him like an animal in heat, our bodies simply an instrument of lust and sin, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he redoubles his efforts, licking me more ferociously. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he brushes his index finger over my inner lips and then, in a sudden movement, slides it all the way in like an hook. My body trembles as I feel him inside of me, his fingertip flying straight to that inner spot inside of me where electricity is kept—my G-spot. He strokes it softly, my body succumbing to the waves of pleasure that hit me at a relentless pace.

  I feel my inner walls tightening, trying to trap his finger inside of me. Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth and moan loudly, all thoughts fading away as pleasure takes their place. Sliding one more finger inside of me, he starts to move his wrist back and forth, waves of ecstasy lapping at my body. I’m already standing at the edge again, and damn, I’m going to jump. I let go of his hair and bury my fingernails on the skin of his shoulders, my body once again being run over by a rush of ecstasy. Bucking my hips at him, I scream once more as I come, sinful thoughts blanketing my mind.

  With my arms flailing, I have to grit my teeth to try and breathe normally, my body not responding as it should from all of the pleasure running inside my veins. Derek pulls back then, and I force my eyes open. Looking down, and still breathing raggedly, I can’t help but feel my insides boiling as I take in the sight of a perfect man grinning, my juices dripping down his chin.

  “Fucking delicious,” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

  Slowly, he gets up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. I can’t look away, almost as if I were hypnotized by his perfection. With my lips slightly parted, I expect him to lean into me and kiss me, spreading my own juices all over my mouth. But that’s not what he does; he places both his hands on my waist, and with a sudden movement, forces me to turn around and face the wall. I gasp as I turn on my heels, guided by his strength, and place my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Still with his fingers hooked on my waist, he pulls on my hips, forcing me to jut my ass back.

  A loud smacking sound fills the hallway as he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, bracing for impact. In less than a heartbeat, he smacks my ass again, enough strength to his blow to leave a mark. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as pain and pleasure blend into a colorful display, inundating my brain and taking control of all my nerve endings.

  “You like it rough, don’t you?” he whispers against my ear, his body pressed against mine. I exhale sharply as I feel his hard cock brushing against my ass cheeks, and I move slightly so that it rests right on my ass crack. I rock my ass against him, imprisoning his cock between both our bodies as I stroke it with my cheeks. Sighing against my ear, he pulls me into him, rubbing his member harshly against my ass.

  The instinct of a predator taking hold of him, he takes one step back then. Smacking my ass again, he leans into me quickly, pressing his cock’s fat tip against my wet pussy. He rubs it eagerly, coating his glans with my juices and driving me completely insane. I grit my teeth, preparing my body for his inevitable thrust, but it never comes. I try and thrust back, but he doesn’t budge. He holds his ground, not allowing his cock inside of me. It’s driving me completely mad; he’s so close, and yet, so far away.

  “Beg,” he whispers, grabbing the hair right above my neck. “Beg.”

  “No,” I say sternly. I know the kind of game he’s playing, and I won’t give in. Sure, I’m half-mad and desperate for his shaft, but if he thinks I’ll beg … Well, he’s mistaken.

  “Oh, stubborn. I like that,” he tells me, whispering against my ear. Then he takes a step back, and it almost hurts to no longer feel his cock against my folds. He smacks my ass again, and then grabs his cock and fits it between my ass cheeks, rubbing it there; he guides it to my inner lips again, holding it at a straight angle and allowing his shaft to roll over my folds, but never going inside of me.

  He’s trying everything he can to make me beg, but I’ll hold out. I won’t beg… I won’t. Or will I? Fuck, I just want to have him inside of me, and I want it now. In fact, it’s not even a want, it’s a need: much in the same way I need water and oxygen to survive, I need his cock so that I can feel alive.

  “Fuck me,” I moan, still trying to thrust back. With his forearm across my lower back, he stops me. I can almost feel his sadistic grin.

  “Beg then,” he continues, enjoying each second of this maddening torture. But I resist: I open my mouth to say the words, but then grit my teeth and stop myself. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

  “You should be the one begging,” I finally manage to say. Right. Let's not tell anyone that I haven’t had sex in so long that I was begging at hello.

  With my hands on the wall, I summon all of my strength and buck my hips back at him. His shaft buries itself in me to the hilt, piercing and filling me in a way that I never felt before. This guy is truly a God among men.

  With his shaft lodged deep inside of me, he grabs my hips again, slowly sliding it out. He starts slow, his massive cock straining against my inner walls as it goes, but soon enough he finds his rhythm: a fast and merciless one. His thighs slap against my ass over and over again, his cock completely ravaging me as my cries of pleasure bounce off the walls.

  He pounds me hard, a violent intensity to each of his movements. Soon enough I start to feel it, that inevitable tug on my mind, an irresistible pull into the uncharted lands of a mind-blowing orgasm. I almost want to utter the words ‘don’t stop’, but that thought quickly leaves my mind; there’s no need for words when the man holding you is fucking you with godlike intensity. Derek might be a cocky bastard, but he sure knows what he’s doing.

  I scream, and I scream hard. And even so, he doesn’t stop; he keeps thrusting, his cock ravaging me as my pussy tightens around his shaft. Letting go of my waist, he slides his hands up to my chest, and with a fierce thrust, buries his cock inside of me as he squeezes both my breasts, pinching the right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Only then does he takes his cock out, each inch he pulls out of me sending ripples of ecstasy through my sensitive body.

  My knees are trembling, but I still want more. Oh, yes, after seeing what he’s capable of, how could I not want more?

  I turn on my heels, facing him, and place my hands on his chest. I claw at his pectorals as I push him back, forcing him to walk backward into his suite’s bedroom. He lets me guide him, only stopping when the back of his knees meet the edge of the bed; he goes then, sitting on the sheets and looking expectantly at me.

  I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, spreading my legs as I grab his cock and point it at my pussy. As I
ease myself down, I stop when his glans is brushing against my folds; I look into his eyes, a grin dawning on my lips.

  “Beg,” I tell him, repeating his command. There’s a spark behind his eyes, almost as if my challenge awoke something deep inside of him.

  “You’re a bold one,” he says, running his hands down my side and cupping both my ass cheeks. “Must be because you’re so young. I guess I have to fuck that boldness out of you.”

  With that, he grabs my ass, and locking his thumbs on my hips, force me down as he thrusts. Before I can even breathe out, his cock parts my inner lips and goes all the way, my pussy hugging all his length. A throaty moan cascades down and out of my mouth and I throw my head back, feeling my hair softly brushing against my skin. He holds his position, his cock deep inside of me, for God knows how long, and I hold my breath through the whole ordeal. Only when he allows his shaft to slide back out do I breathe again, all of my muscles charged with fierce tension. Then, only his glans inside of me, he thrusts again, piercing me in one single movement. He repeats his motions over and over again, slowly sliding out of me and then violently thrusting back in.

  My moans turning into desperate screams, he stops sliding out of me at a slow rhythm; in or out, it no longer matters. He simply pounds me relentlessly, his cock ravaging me so fast that it almost becomes a blur—a thick, long blur.

  With my knees on the bed, I try and match his rhythm, rocking my body back and forth as he grabs my ass and guides my movements. Like the ocean, our bodies are lost in a decent flow, flames of depravity licking at my nerve endings and consuming all of my senses.