Strike

by Sheryl Zaines

  She didn’t want him to just enjoy it, she wanted to plunge him over the cliff. Her jaw muscles were getting tight. She was scared she was going to have to stop. She had come so far, she didn’t want it to end now. She slowed the pace slightly and forced deep breaths through her nose. When she had caught her breath, she drove back into a rapid pace.

  The only warning she had was a tremor that ran down his body. It was followed by every muscle he had turning to rock. She could see and feel every muscle in his body clenching. Then hot cum was spraying against the back of her throat. Out of reflex, she swallowed, even though it was her first time. The taste didn’t gag her and she wondered if it was because it didn’t have a chance to touch her taste buds or if it was him.

  The whole time he ejaculated he never flexed his hips. He maintained his pelvis in the exact same position, letting her have all the control. That couldn’t have gone better if she had planned it. She let her head fall back against the bed. Very carefully, he moved to the side so as not to crush her with his weight. Then he collapsed on the bed next to her. He was physically spent, but his eyes were clear and focused on her.

  She jumped up and walked into the kitchen. She could still see him through the open door. She dug around in the fridge until she found a bottle of water. She held up the bottle, looking at him upside down around the side of her leg. He shook his head that he didn’t want one, so she closed the door and leaned against the counter. She took a long drink, then brought her eyes back to his.

  “You’re not asleep,” she said.

  “Should I be?” he asked.

  Their gazes were locked in a playful, competitive way that she only had with him and was just getting used to. She could feel that she was smirking at him and wasn’t sure if she really wanted to be. There would be consequences to sassing him—only a part of her wanted the retaliation it would bring.

  “Every other time I’ve seen you come, you’ve fallen asleep right afterward.”

  She was staring at him, begging him to contradict her. There was no way he could, because she was right.

  “Have I ever fallen asleep before you were satisfied?” he asked.

  Damn, he’d found an angle she hadn’t thought about. She tried to think of a witty comeback, but her mind was blank. She was going to have to let him win this time.

  “No,” she admitted in a very flat tone.

  She expected him to gloat. She would have in his position. Instead he stood up and started looking around the room. There wasn’t really anything for him to look through on that side of the room, so she didn’t worry about him being out of sight. It was obvious he was looking for something, but she had no idea what it would be.

  “Where is it?” he asked, leaning against the door frame.

  She had no idea what he was asking about and found herself staring at him. His posture made her think that it was something that should be obvious, but she really didn’t have a clue. He also seemed very comfortable with his nudity, as if he didn’t even realize he didn’t have any clothes on.

  “What are you looking for?” she said.

  He was staring at her with an expression that said, “Are you really going to make me explain this?” He didn’t answer her. Instead he went over to her dresser and pulled out the top drawer. He looked through it, didn’t find whatever he was looking for and went on to the next.

  She was going to protest, but stopped. Even though he was technically ransacking her dresser, he was leaving everything as neat as he found it. Since he wasn’t doing any damage, she decided to see where this little game was going to lead.

  “I really have no idea what it is you’re looking for,” she said.

  He was already in the bottom drawer and looking through her jeans. He gave her a very impatient look that said he didn’t believe her. She just shrugged with a little shake of her head.

  “Where is your vibrator?” he said. “I know you have one.”

  “Actually, I don’t,” she said with a huge smile of satisfaction.

  He was looking at her with disbelief. The drawer was already pushed in and he’d stood up. He leaned back on the dresser while he looked her up and down. He looked as if he was trying to decide whether or not to believe her. Then he shook his head and she couldn’t help but think he’d decided not to.

  “Are you really telling me that you don’t have anything you use to masturbate with?” he asked.

  “Oh, I’m not saying that,” she said. “But if it’s a vibrator you’re looking for, then you’re out of luck. I use a dildo.”

  He rolled his eyes and walked over to where she was leaning on the kitchen counter. He came at her as if he were stalking prey. As much as she was getting turned on watching his nude form glide toward her, she couldn’t help but laugh. There was no way he was going to find it without her help.

  “Well, where is it?” he asked.

  She was disappointed that their little game might be over. She’d been looking forward to watching him look through every nook and cranny her tiny apartment had to offer. She wasn’t just going to hand it over to him, but she would give him a hint.

  “It’s in the last place you’d look,” she said.

  He inhaled such a large breath that she could see his chest and shoulders rise with it. Then he slowly let it out, all the while not breaking eye contact with her. His stare held her in place. Finally he looked away and slowly turned in a circle, examining everywhere in the room where a dildo could be hidden. When he was done examining the entire room, his eyes were fixed on hers once again. The blank stare had been replaced by the smirk she was becoming accustomed to. He was taking the bait.

  She figured he would go to the cabinet she kept her glasses in or to the basket on her bookshelf that held miscellaneous things. They seemed like the most obvious places to go next. Instead he stepped forward, placed a hand on either side of her hips and gently moved her to the side. Damn, he was getting closer than she’d thought he would.

  He opened the dishwasher and pulled out the top rack. He was going right to it. She didn’t think her clue could have been that good. But to her surprise, he pushed the dishes back in and closed the door. The laughter rolled from her so hard that she had to double over. He opened it back up and took a closer look.

  “It’s really in there?” he asked in shock.

  She pointed to the pink and purple blown glass on the top shelf. She had to admit that it looked more like a sculpture than a sex toy. The two colors twisted together to make the shaft and the purple end was twice the size of the pink one.

  “Why is it in the dishwasher?” he asked, taking it out and looking at it.

  “How else am I supposed to keep it clean?” she asked as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

  He stopped examining the way to the two colors of glass were twisted together, offering ridged texture to increase stimulation, and brought his eyes back to hers.

  “Aren’t you worried about someone finding it in there?” he asked.

  “Please, give me a little more credit than that,” she said. “I do have a little discretion. The only reason you found it was because I directed you to it and I wouldn’t let anyone else near my dishwasher if it was in there.”

  He seemed content with that. He was holding the dildo with one hand and slapping it against the other. She couldn’t hide the smile that small action gave her. He wasn’t smiling. He was giving her a very stern look. That made her smile even more.

  “Now it’s time to get back to what I owe you,” he said.

  He made a circle all the way around her. He seemed to be making up his mind about what to do to her and she was tingling with anticipation. She heard the dildo being set down on the counter and that was all the warning she got. His hands were at the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. She quickly raised her hands over her head to help him, even though he didn’t ask for it. He didn’t ask for anything. Anticipation filled her, making her wonder what was coming next.

  Her shirt wa
s thrown to the floor and he was undoing her pants before it even landed. He was quickly removing all her clothes as if he were on a mission. There was nothing gentle about his touch as he removed each article, even though he wasn’t really being rough. He was just getting a job done. The only thing revealing that he wasn’t just performing a task was the fact that his erection was growing with everything he did.

  She stepped out of her panties when they slid down to her feet. He hadn’t said a word since he started undressing her. She was just guessing at what he wanted her to do and must have been guessing right because he hadn’t corrected her.

  She was completely nude and standing before him. He looked her up and down. Then he grabbed the dildo and used the smaller end to trace her areola. She pulled back at the shock of how cold it was.

  “Wow, that’s cold,” she said. “If you run it under hot water it will make it a little nicer.”

  He looked from her to the piece of glass in his hands, then back at her. Then he stepped over to the sink and turned on the hot water. He kept his finger under the running water for a couple of seconds, then placed the dildo under the flow.

  When he turned back around, he grabbed her by the hips. She didn’t get any warning before he picked her up and set her ass on the counter. He slid her to the very edge before letting go of her. He still had to bend his knees to bring his mouth down to her nipple.

  She hadn’t expected him to rush right into things. Usually he liked to caress and tease, making her cry for it before he would even go near an erogenous zone. Now he was going straight to suckling her nipple and making her head spin. She closed her eyes and leaned back until her head came into contact with the cupboard. He went from one nipple to the other, making her body come to life with his mouth. She let out a whimper, then his mouth was gone.

  Her eyes flew open just in time to see him stalking across the room. He grabbed a pillow from the futon and came back to where he had left her. He threw it on the floor, right underneath where she was sitting, then turn his attention to the sink.

  Once the water was off, he turned back to her. He forced her thighs as far apart as they would go. That was when he sank down in front of her. He had the dildo in his hand and was running the warm, wet end of it against her pussy. With gentle pressure, he used it to massage her labia. He only pulled it away when he was bringing his lips to the same spot.

  His tongue was the same temperature as the glass, but felt completely different. It was like a strike attack rather than carpet bombing. The tip of his tongue was working its way around every fold of her labia.

  Once again, the purple end of the dildo was being pressed against her cunt. That wasn’t the end she used, ever. But he was using a circular motion to stimulate her vaginal entrance. She knew it wouldn’t fit, but didn’t waste the breath to tell him. Just having it pressed up against her entrance felt too good to tell him to stop.

  Then his mouth was on her again. The moist heat felt as if it covered her entire pussy. Then he was sucking, drawing out specific points of overwhelming sensation. Well, she only thought it was overwhelming until he focused on her clit. Her back arched and she called out with the sudden shock of the sensation.

  Suddenly the sensation was nothing more than a light touch, almost a tickle. Her pelvis curled, trying to get closer to the touch. After the sharp sucking, it felt as if he wasn’t even touching her. She cried out in a deep moan, begging for more.

  She got more, but not the more she was expecting. The bulbous end of the dildo slid inside her. She gasped in surprise, but before the argument was vocalized, she realized that it was the same size he was. She had taken him inside her twice, so this wasn’t something she couldn’t handle. Oh, she was never going to look at her toy the same.

  He was using the same steady pressure that he used with his cock. Only it wasn’t his cock, it was the smooth warm glass of her favorite toy. She didn’t even fantasize about a man taking her with it, because she had never imagined it would happen. Now she was on her counter being shown just what a toy like that was made for.

  He was still working her with his mouth, sucking, licking and things that she couldn’t describe. It was all just a blur of sensations. She remembered the last time he’d been between her legs. She was going to take notes so she could teach someone else to do it just like him. He had blown her mind that time and that had been without the dildo to help.

  She could feel the dildo being pulled back out, only to be forced back in. She finally opened her eyes and looked down at him. His attention was completely on her cunt. His fingers were there playing with her labia. That was the light sensation she had been feeling. His mouth was busy alternating between licking and sucking. The other hand was manipulating the glass toy, plunging it into her, then withdrawing it.

  His attention was so focused, as if he were in awe of her. As if she were something to not only be studied, but also appreciated. She wanted it to go on forever. But the pressure was getting too great. All the eager interest he was giving her was pushing her over the edge. She cried out in warning just before the orgasm clamped down on her.

  She stared in horror as the flood of fluid came out of her. She’d had this happen once when she had been by herself, but never had it happened while she was with a man. And certainly not when his face was between her legs. She wanted to wither up and disappear.

  Then he leaned down and licked her warm cum as it ran down her thigh. He wasn’t revolted by it. She held her breath, waiting for the nasty face that should come from having something like that in his mouth, but it never did. Instead he was licking the other thigh. He actually seemed proud of the fact he had turned her into a geyser of cum.

  She sank down into the counter, bending her neck so she could sag down under the cabinets. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she didn’t have the strength to hold herself up anymore. He pulled the glass toy out of her and looked up.

  “Need a nap?” he asked.

  Yes, but she couldn’t tell him that. She wouldn’t mind curling up in her bed, wrapping him around her and going to sleep for a day or two. Except she knew there was another orgasm, if not five, in store for her. She could see his erection waiting for its turn and she wasn’t going to miss what was to come.

  “I could use a more comfortable spot.” She tried to muster as much disdain as she could. From the way he laughed in response, she didn’t think that was much. It did get her off the counter, though. He had lifted her down, but her feet had barely touched the floor before she was swept up into his arms and carried over to the mattress.

  She suddenly realized she had gone about everything the wrong way. You made men come first when you wanted them to last longer. He’d already taken longer than she’d thought she could stand and now it was going to take even more time. Part of her was distressed, but there was another part of her. A part that wanted to push the envelope and just see how many orgasms he could give her. Did the one she had in the kitchen count as the first?

  She noticed that Collin was doing something and turned around to see. His hands were sliding over his cock and the image of it had her cunt clenching down. She was ready again and it took just a flash of that image to make it so. That was when she realized he had just been putting on the condom. Well, at least he was ready too.

  She was trying to anticipate which way she should turn to make room for him on the bed. Did he want her on top? Should she just spread her legs and accept him?

  He ran his hand gently up her leg. She watched as he slowly lowered himself next to her. She was still wondering which way she should go when he just settled in alongside her. She had to admit that she didn’t mind having a little longer to catch her breath before they started another round.

  He nudged her hip, guiding her up onto her side, then snuggled up against her back. He was spooning her from behind and locked her in place with his arms. It gave her a flashback to the walk home from the bar and the first time she’d felt the need to be as close to him as
she could get. It was a feeling that didn’t change, no matter how many times she was with him. She melted into the heat of him. With a deep breath, she relished the feeling of just being with him. Both of them had been sated, so there was no reason to rush into the anything more. This was a moment she wanted to remember for all time.

  She could feel his hard shaft pressing between her legs. He was shifting his hips, nestling it against her labia. She moved slightly, just enough to draw him even closer. Still, she wasn’t expecting it when he was suddenly inside her.

  He moaned, but she felt it more than heard it, since his cheek was resting on her ear. Neither of them was really moving, yet his penis still managed find its way all the way inside her, then retreat again. She whimpered.

  This didn’t feel anything at all like fucking him at his place. This was more intimate than she’d ever experienced, even with the one guy she thought she had been in love with. She was getting overwhelmed and it wasn’t just the physical sensation of his cock penetrating her.

  She didn’t think the emotion was only coming from her. He was gripping her as if he wasn’t ever going to let her go. While his hand was over her breast, it wasn’t caressing. The other hand was over her stomach. They both had her locked in place, as close to him as physically possible.

  The emotions, sensations and heat built up like an incoming tide. Her sanity and her resistance to admitting that she was in love with him were slowly being washed away. The orgasm started small, with little shivers, like small quakes at random all over her body. He responded by rubbing his hands over the affected areas. She wondered if he knew how sensitive her skin had become. Everywhere he touched erupted in fire.

  The shivers turned into spasms until her entire body was affected. The waves were rising up and swamping over her. She gasped for breath, feeling as if she were drowning in the sensations. She clutched at his side, clinging to him as she would a life preserver.

  All movement stopped as she tried to get control of herself. He had stopped too. Thankfully, he was giving her a chance to regain her composure before he drove her into another orgasm. The cycle continued that way. The pressure built until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Then her body erupted. When she was once again consumed by the raging fire of an orgasm, he stopped until her breathing rate was once again at a normal level.