Needs (An Erotic Pulsation)

by Scarlet Chill

  Impatiently, Mary Anne pushed his hands away and cupped her own breasts. Looking him square in the eyes, she yanked the fabric of the cups down so her nipples were on full display. His heart raced madly as he grabbed her breasts and pressed his thumbs against the bared nipples. Wetting his lips, he tried to stay in control and not devour her breasts like the junkyard dog he felt like. Breathing unsteadily, he continued to stroke and stimulate her nipples, pinching them occasionally, but mainly caressing them with the pads of his thumbs.

  “You know you want to taste them,” Mary Anne whispered seductively.

  “I do,” he answered excitedly, taking her words as an invitation to sample her succulent flesh.

  Steel stared at the ambrosia displayed before him like an offering from Venus. He reverently bowed his head towards the woman’s breasts as she sighed in anticipation of feeling his warm mouth. Instinctively, Mary Anne tangled her fingers in the stranger’s messy hair as he clamped his lips around a pert nipple. He groaned as his tongue made contact with the flesh, savoring the delicate taste and texture.

  Mary Anne pressed her bare legs together, feeling a wetness drip between her thighs as the starving man suckled her breast. Her ex-husband had always rushed through foreplay and gone through the motions without any fire or fascination. But this man who called himself Steel was the polar opposite, bathing her nipples with his tongue and making her feel flattered just from that intimate contact. She glanced down at him as he curled his fingers around her orbs and pressed them together to take both nipples in his mouth at the same time. His erection was visibly straining against his jeans as he grazed his teeth across the dual peaks before gliding his tongue in circles around them.

  Steel tried not to pant or groan too much, but the woman’s beauty overwhelmed his senses. He needed to be inside her, but the delicacy of her breasts was too delicious to pull away from. For long minutes, he kept his face pressed against her cleavage, tugging at the fully distended nipples with his lips and licking the swollen areolae repeatedly. Mary Anne let him enjoy his fill as she massaged his scalp and moaned softly at the exciting sensation of his mouth.

  “Amazing,” he muttered between a mouthful of her breast as she giggled breathlessly.

  “Taste good?” She teased, finally pulling a few inches away.

  He gawked at her nipples as they pointed at him, beckoning him to take erotic possession again. Provocatively, she swung her breasts like a pendulum over his face as he stuck his tongue out to recapture the buds. She grabbed her breasts and withheld them from him as he wobbled to his feet, feeling almost nauseous with lust. Seductively, she peeled the bra straps off her shoulders and tossed the lacy garment onto the bar counter. Her panties disappeared a moment later, leaving her stark naked under Steel’s keen perusal.

  Savagely, he tore the zipper down his jeans, grimacing as his hard-on spasmed and ached to be set free. Mary Anne caressed her nipples that were glistening from Steel’s tutelage as he ripped his shirt off and flung it on the floor.

  Naked, he lunged forward as she instinctively cowered but then relaxed as he sank to his knees again and affixed his face to her bounty. He tested the wetness by slipping one finger inside of her, grunting in victory to feel her slick and ready. She held her breath as he slid two fingers against her clit while gazing up into her eyes. Aggressively, he shoved those fingers inside of her as she cried out in excitement. He pushed his fingers rhythmically in and out of her as she released her breasts so they swayed in the air.

  Lowering her hands, she placed her fingers over his and encouraged him to go deeper. Eagerly, Steel impaled her with his fingers as his breathing became more ragged and his hard-on twitched with painful need. Mary Anne was clearly relishing his extreme arousal as she stood above him like a queen, making him feel like her servant. And he loved it. He would do anything to please this exquisite woman, even if it meant waiting another hour for his own gratification.

  “What do you want me to do? Tell me. I’ll do anything,” he whispered while tremors rocked his bloodstream.

  “Lick me. Suck me,” she answered immediately, parting her folds with her fingers and squeezing her clit.

  Obediently, he touched his tongue to her clit and lapped up the salty sweet juices as she moaned loudly. A knock sounded at the door to the bar as she cried out, but they both ignored it. Whoever was outside would have to stay outside. They could listen, but they couldn’t come in. Steel spread his tongue all around her clit as she pulled on his hair and moaned in rapture. Heavy breathing could be heard outside the door, and they both knew that someone was listening. But they didn’t care.

  Mary Anne couldn’t think of anything right now, not even what would become of her business if one of the employees or customers heard her having sex in the bar. In this moment, she needed Steel’s mouth more than anything. Restlessly, she shifted her hips side to side and up and down as Steel’s tongue tormented her into a state of acute arousal. She felt overstimulated but far from reaching an orgasm as his tongue flicked lightly at her clit.

  “I said suck me,” she reminded urgently, pushing her hips into his face.

  Instantly, Steel parted his lips and sucked the clit into his mouth as she screamed indulgently, and the breathing outside the door became louder. Mary Anne yanked viciously on his hair as he tended to her every whim, sucking the nub forcefully, hoping she would cum soon so he could finally be inside her.

  “More,” she demanded as he trapped the clit between his lips and sucked as deeply as he could.

  Groaning, he reached a hand down to his impossibly hard cock and stroked it several times. The contact was a tantalizing prelude to the oblivion that awaited him inside her juicy canyon. He squeezed the tip of his cock to relieve some of the pressure while never removing his mouth from her clit. Feeling a surge of excitement course through his rod, he stopped touching it, afraid he would cum before he got a chance to get lost inside her.

  Unaware of everything other than her own desire for release, Mary Anne continued to grind her hips in his face as he sucked her closer to an orgasm. Her yelps became more shrill as his tongue tugged at her clit, dragging it insistently towards release. Faintly, Mary Anne heard the door rattle as if someone was trying to force his way in. But the lock was firm, and the efforts soon stopped as shallow breathing resumed. Crying out indulgently, Mary Anne submitted to the ferocious climax that peeled through her, leaving every nerve center vibrating with pleasure.

  Steel tore his mouth away from her and instantly plunged inside her wet cave. His movements were frenetic and desperate as he single mindedly sought his own gratification. Mary Anne moaned softly, feeling the onslaught of a second climax as Steel’s cock became even more rigid inside her. Steel spewed seed hotter than fresh lava inside of her as his orgasm rendered him dizzy and starry eyed.

  Sweet Goodbye

  Nude and perspiring, the two exchanged awkward glances, neither sure of what to say next. The heavy breather outside the door had vanished somewhere between Mary Anne’s first orgasm and Steel’s eruptive satisfaction. Grinning to herself, Mary Anne wondered if it had been one of the tavern boys who had jerked off while listening to her have sex. Voyeurism wasn’t one of her usual fantasies, but it made her moist even now to think of one of the hot, horny 22 year old bartenders getting off on listening to her.

  Steel absently caressed her sweat-matted hair and lay a possessive hand over her bounty. “What next?” He asked.

  “What do I want you to do next?” She asked tartly.

  He shook his head in amused disbelief. “Well, sure, if you still want more, I’ll gladly give it to you. But what I meant was…what now? Do you want me to get dressed and go?”

  Mary Anne pursed her lips thoughtfully. Truthfully, there was no future for her and Steel. She was a business owner, highly respected in the community. And he didn’t even have a job. They would never be a serious couple, but perhaps she could keep him strictly for stud service. The idea of calling on the virile man whenever s
he needed him made steamy moisture flow from her bounty onto his hand. Maybe she could live out another one of her longtime fantasies with him: dominance. Soft spoken and polite, Mary Anne had never dared to slip into the role of dominatrix. But she had always been curious how it would feel to have a man worship her.

  Eyes widening, Steel worked his hand over the wetness, massaging her swollen inner lips as his cock rose once again. “I guess you don’t want me to get dressed and go,” he muttered, climbing over her.

  “Not yet,” she said tersely, eager to take control of him again. “Don’t get on top of me. I’m not ready.”

  “Oh you’re ready,” he protested, gliding his hand along her wetness.

  Shaking her head in disapproval, she leapt to her feet off the bar and gestured for him to do the same. As soon as Steel was standing up, Mary Anne moved behind him and placed a hand over the taut muscles of his buttocks. He flinched at her touch as his erection pulsated straight ahead. Without warning, she slapped his tight ass as he smarted in surprise. His instinct was to whip her with his cock and punish her for trying to subdue him. But the woman was too compelling to resist. Gritting his teeth, he allowed her to slap his ass over and over again, each blow hitting harder than the last.

  “Who’s in control?” She asked triumphantly.

  “You are,” he gritted as she slapped his ass to reaffirm that obvious truth.

  His hard cock pulsed in the air as the demure woman transformed into a bold dominatrix and brutally struck his ass with the palm of her hand. She bit her lower lip, evaluating the redness that her slaps had caused. With all the force she could muster in her feminine frame, she slapped him one more time as his muscled flesh vibrated against her hand.

  “Ah, that one really hurt,” he muttered bitterly as she pushed him onto the bar.

  “Don’t complain or I’ll bruise you some more,” she warned, guiding his cock towards her.

  Gluing her gaze to his, she took charge of his cock and inserted it all the way inside her. Straddling Steel on the mahogany bar, she pressed down on his shoulders and took command of the movements. As he darted his cock in and out of her sheath, she lifted up off of him to deny him the penetration. He thrust his pelvis up furiously, desperate to be inside her again. But again and again, she gracefully lifted off of him until he begged her for full penetration.

  “Stop doing that. Please,” he pleaded, hating how pathetic he sounded.

  “Doing what?” She feigned innocence, lifting up so just the tip of his cock was inside her.

  “You know what,” he rasped, slamming upwards into her body.

  “Oh!” She moaned as he filled her, making her need his thick hardness as much as he needed her plush wetness.

  Grunting, he pumped up into her as the lines of authority blurred, and they both became carried away in the natural rhythm. Mary Anne shoved her breasts in his face as he eagerly lashed his tongue against a nipple while cresting up to possess every inch of her bounty. A moment later, Steel groaned, furious with himself for not having more self control. But the release was too volcanic to be held back, and he groaned as every last drop of seed poured out of him.

  “I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Let me make it up to you.”

  Mary Anne caught a few locks of hair in her hands as he moved his mouth towards her bounty. “Not now. I have some questions for you…Steel.”

  “Like what?” He sighed, resting his head on her smooth inner thigh.

  “Like, what’s your real name?” She asked curiously.

  Hesitating for a beat, he sighed and said quietly, “Stavros.”

  “Stavros?” She echoed the unusual name.

  “Yes. It’s a Greek name. My parents were from Greece,” he revealed.

  “And how did Stavros become Steel?” Mary Anne inquired.

  “In prison. All the guys in there knew I was being framed. I was locked up for killing my neighbor. Supposedly we had a brawl over a lawn mower and I stabbed him. Have you ever heard anything more ridiculous? The geniuses over at the precinct finally figured out that it was his wife who killed him. Now she’s behind bars and I’m free.”

  Mary Anne shook her head in amazement while listening to his story. Tilting her head to one side, she said gently, “But that still doesn’t explain how you got the name Steel.”

  “Oh. Yeah. The guys started calling me Steel because of how strong I was in prison. Never broke down and boo hooed for myself. Never complained. I just basically steeled myself against everything and dealt with it,” he explained matter of factly.

  Mary Anne’s lips twisted into a grin. “I thought it was because you’re so hard. I mean, that’s why I would call you Steel.”

  He grinned back at her and requested, “Call me Stavros. Just once. I haven’t heard my real name in so long.”

  “Okay. Stavros,” she repeated sweetly. “Now you better be on your way because I have a winery to run.”

  “Will I see you again?” He asked, feeling like a desperate school boy.

  “I think we both know the answer to that,” Mary Anne said gravely.

  “Right. What was I thinking?” Steel asked bitterly, smacking his hand against his head. “Why would a classy lady like you want to be with a loser like me?”

  “I guess you misunderstood me. You will see me again. When I let you,” she said with deliberate authority.

  “What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

  “I mean just be patient,” she said, striding over to him and placing a hand on his crotch. “I’ll need this again. Probably very soon. Come back next week and meet me outside in the vineyard. We’ll get tangled up in the grape vines.”

  Her promise was seductive torture to Steel but he didn’t argue. He couldn’t risk that she would change her mind. “Next week at this time?” He asked anxiously.

  Mary Anne nodded, grinning as she felt his cock pulsate under her hand. It would be a long week for them both, but the tension would be exquisite to break. “Good night, Stavros.”

  Confidently, she strolled to the door and unlocked it, indicating for him to leave. Pressing a spontaneous, lingering kiss to her lips, he gathered her back into his arms. She coolly returned the kiss and ended it abruptly as he glared at her through eyes that seethed with reinvigorated desire. Impudently, Mary Anne grinned, giving him a gentle shove out the door and locking it firmly behind her.

  Crushed Grapes

  Every night of the week that followed, Steel’s rage was like a squall decimating a rowboat in the middle of the ocean. Being away from Mary Anne was torture and made him feel like he was imprisoned all over again. Sure, he could find a substitute for Mary Anne and roll around for a few hours with her, but there was only one woman he craved. No other woman would be able to satisfy him after he had been dominated by Mary Anne. She could humiliate him as much as she wanted. Spank him. Withhold her ample charms from him. The prize of possessing her was more than worth it in the end.

  Pacing his motel room, Steel glanced at his cracked plastic watch. It was approximately the time he had met Mary Anne last week. His heart began to thud as he imagined how it would feel to taste her again. All week, he had been dying to sample those exquisite, ripe breasts and titillate her briny clit until she cried out for mercy. His cock shot up in the air and strained against his pants as he charged down the stairs and out onto the street. Scrambling for bus fare in his torn pockets, he boarded a red and tan bound for Mary Anne’s elite part of town.

  Nervously, he wondered whether Mary Anne had been bluffing with him last week. Maybe she had no intention of letting him have her again. Maybe it was all a trick. Slamming his hand on the armrest, he cursed himself for being so suspicious. A decade away from the outside world had taught him to trust no one. Especially not curvy, bossy temptresses like Mary Anne. He had received a few letters and racy photos in prison from young ladies who lifted his spirits…among other things. But it hadn’t taken him long to realize that these women were nothing but teases, writing
to men in prison to appease their own egos.

  Steel eagerly clamored off the bus as it jerked to a halt. Beads of sweat clustered on his face as he turned his quick stride into a jog. He needed to get to Mary Anne’s vineyard before he completely lost his mind wondering if her invitation was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. Running down the street, he felt the early evening sun burn his face. He swallowed anxiously as the Lush Grape Vineyard became visible in the distance. Somewhere on that property was Mary Anne. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining what she might be wearing. But in his head, the only images he could see of her were fully nude, wide open, and soaking wet.

  Adhering to her instructions, Steel made his way over to the vineyard where workers were packing up and leaving for the day. He scoped out the panorama for the sight of Mary Anne, but she was nowhere to be seen. Exhaling in frustration, he wondered what kind of game she was playing with him. If she thought she could lure him here and then leave him burning, she was sadly mistaken. He would hunt her down until she submitted to his desires and rode him like the wild mare she was.

  As the last of the workers disappeared into the sunset, Steel dared to tear off his tee-shirt. He followed this with his pants, dragging them down his powerful thighs and tossing them in the dirt. His huge erection pointed towards the sun as he stood in wait for Mary Anne. If she didn’t get there soon, he would pursue her just as is, in his birthday suit. He didn’t care at all who saw him. Last time, someone had gotten an earful of their encounter, so now let them get an eyeful.

  Across the field, the sweet notes of Mary Anne’s voice wafted through the air. Steel cocked his ears like a wolf, frowning as he discerned a deeper male voice. Running in the direction of the voices and then crouching down next to a grapevine, he listened avidly.

  “Come on, you know you want me too. Why do you keep saying no?” A male voice asked in a whiny tone.