by Alyssa Breck
“Do you like that?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Mhm. I do.” Lyle slid a finger into her pussy. “You’re really wet. I’m guessing you like it too.”
Evie nodded. “Yes.” Being in control of someone else’s pleasure was intoxicating. She closed her lips on the head of his cock again and started a steady rhythm using her mouth and hand in tandem since she couldn’t take all of him.
Lyle wiggled his finger inside her and then pulled it out and spread her wetness to her clit. He made circles around it and rubbed the pad of his finger over the smooth surface.
She moaned on his cock but didn’t stop sucking. Not until he pulled her up on top of him and she realized they were in the sixty-nine position. All of her focus disappeared when Lyle sucked her clit into his mouth. He spread her open with his fingers and licked her like an ice cream cone.
“Oh my god.” Evie stroked his cock and sucked him deeper. He moved his hips slightly, encouraging her. She moved her head up and down in sync with what he was doing to her. Lyle went back and forth from tongue fucking her to sucking her clit. Evie’s body moved of its own accord, pressing down to get the right amount of pressure on his tongue.
He drove two fingers inside her and she convulsed, almost losing her balance. Her pussy contracted rhythmically as she came. Lyle tensed at almost the same time and his ass lifted off the mattress. His abdominal muscles tightened against her breasts and he came in her mouth, hot, salty sweet spurts.
Evie sucked at the head and swallowed while he licked at her slit. She collapsed on top of him and breathed hard against his thigh. He was still hard and she lazily stroked him. She wanted to feel him inside her but that could wait for a bit. She was a little afraid because he was so big. She was worried it might hurt.
Lyle righted her and rolled her over to her back and loomed above her. His long hair hung down on either side of her head encasing their faces in shadows.
She stared up at him, poised above her. Evie traced the words tattooed on his arm. “What does this mean?” The words were Latin, she thought.
“Musica est supra tempus. It means music transcends time.”
“I like that.” Evie never wanted anyone more than she wanted him at that moment. The ends of his hair tickled her nipples and she shivered.
The width of his body spread her legs open and his cock pressed against her entrance. Lyle moved his hips and slid inside her.
The instant friction was almost painful but delicious. Evie gasped and scratched her nails into his shoulders.
Lyle closed his eyes and gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider affording him deeper access.
Her breaths came in short gasps. He filled her and stretched her and she felt vulnerable and excited and hot and wanted. All those things. Evie wanted to cry but not in a sad way. It was like she’d passed some rite of passage. She was desirable. The geeky girl with the weird sense of humor was desirable.
Lyle moved slow, giving her inch by inch of his cock. When she thought he was all the way in, he pushed a little more, lifted her legs up and slid in deeper.
Evie looked up at him, breathing hard.
He came down on top of her, resting on his elbows beside her head. Lyle kissed her lips and sucked her tongue. “You feel amazing wrapped around me.”
“I feel like I shouldn’t move or everything will fall apart,” Evie whispered
He ground his pelvis against her. “It’s okay. Nothing you do is wrong if it feels good.” Lyle nuzzled her neck. “And you’re beautiful. I like the way your hair is spread out on the pillow and the color in your cheeks.” He kissed her shoulder and caressed her breast, moving his mouth to the tip. Her nipples were hard as rocks. He sucked one and moved his hips at a slightly faster pace. “God, you’re tight. Tell me if I hurt you, okay? I don’t want to but I don’t think I can do it this slow for very long. It feels too good.”
“It does feel good. I like how you feel inside me.” Evie moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. There was no wiggle room inside her, every inch of him filled every bit of her and it was fantastic. The sensation of being covered, invaded. She loved it.
“Mmm.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh as he increased the pace, pulling out almost completely then burying himself deep again, over and over.
The feeling was too much, overwhelming. Lyle kissed her then got up on his knees and gripped her legs by the back of her thighs. Her tits bounced from the force of his strokes as he fucked her harder. He slid in and out easily because she was so wet and hot, pliable.
“Watching your face, the sounds you make, the whimpers and moans. Fuck, I’m going to come soon.”
“Okay,” she managed to eek out on a rush of breath. Evie was close too. The contour of his cock slid over every sensitive spot inside her. One spot, deep inside, she didn’t even know was there until he lifted her ass up off the bed and the head of his dick slipped over it. She squeaked and goose bumps erupted on her skin. “God. Yes. Yes.”
“That’s the hot spot, right there.” Lyle moved his hips in a circular motion.
Evie gripped the pillow under her head, bunching it up in her fists and moaned louder. All the energy in her body sped up connected at different points, forming electrical circuits until she hit the flash point and bucked beneath him. She tingled everywhere and her pussy clenched on his cock in rhythm with her heartbeat. “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming,” she chanted or whispered, maybe both. “Lyle. Jesus.”
“I feel every bit of that. Fucking fantastic.” He slowed down his thrusts while she came, riding out her orgasm. When the tremble in her thighs slowed, he bit her bottom lip softly. “I need to come now.” Lyle leaned forward, bracing his body with his arms and using his knees to ram into her. “I’m right there, baby. I’m coming too.” He gritted his teeth and the muscle in his jaw tensed as he drove deep, his cock swelled inside her and he came. “Holy shit.” Lyle lay on top of her and breathed hard against her neck. “I think I need a drink.”
Evie put her arms around him and scratched his back lightly. It seemed silly but she didn’t want him to move. She didn’t want him to not be inside her. If only the moment could last a little longer because once he left it was likely she’d never see him again.
They slept for awhile and Evie awoke to him kissing her shoulder. He moved her hair aside and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. “That spot is sexy right there.” Lyle sniffed her hair. “You smell so good and your hair is like silk. Smooth. Pretty.” His dick pressed against her ass.
They’d been sleeping in the spoon position and she fit so perfectly curved against him that way. She liked how the hair on his legs tickled the backs of her thighs.
Lyle reached around and strummed her nipples with his knuckles. “I can’t get enough of your body. You’re so soft and hot and wet.” He kissed behind her ear. “So very wet.”
His words made her tingle and she felt it right in the center of her like liquid heat, bubbling up and threatening to boil over.
“Mmm. You’re turning me on again.” Evie leaned back against his chest to look up at him.
Lyle smiled. “Good, because in case you didn’t notice, my dick is about to poke a hole in your lower spinal column.”
“Is that what that is? That burning poker is your dick?” She giggled.
“I like hearing my dick on your lips.”
“I like your dick on my lips.”
“Now you’re asking for trouble. That was filthy.” He pinched her nipple and trailed his hand over her torso and down between her legs. Lyle pulled her leg up and pushed his thigh there to kind of prop her open. He caressed her pussy lips, massaging the delicate flesh. Using two fingers, he spread her open and used another finger to tease her clit.
That first contact was like lightning striking her and she moaned.
Lyle rolled over onto his back and carried her with him.
She now lay with her back against his chest. He touched his lips to the top o
f her head and slid his hands down her sides.
Evie squirmed.
“I forgot how ticklish you are.” He danced his fingers over her ribs.
She laughed and tried to get away. “I am. Very much so.”
Lyle held on to her. “Good to know but I’m not interested in tickling you right now.” He put her legs on either side of his and gripped her hips. His cock slid in slow and deep. His experience was obviously beyond anyone she’d ever been with. He knew just how to touch her and where to apply pressure and how hard.
Evie dug her heels into the mattress. He was so big and in that position it hurt but felt good at the same time. It was hard to explain how he made her feel like he was fucking her both physically and emotionally. It was a safe pain. A pain she could enjoy because she knew Lyle wouldn’t hurt her.
A groan sounded from his throat. “That’s really good. God, your pussy is like a fucking glove.”
Evie whimpered and lifted her ass up a little. “Do it harder.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Evie.” Lyle bent his knees and rammed up into her.
She screamed and sat up, crouched over him, giving him enough clearance that he could fuck her fast and hard and he did. His hands dug into her hips while he held her in place.
“Oh, oh. God.” Evie leaned forward and scratched her nails into his thighs, holding on as he pumped his hips furiously. “I’m going to come. Yes. Yes. Keep doing that.”
“Come for me, baby. I love how your pussy feels, squeezing my dick and dripping come down on my balls.”
“You’re so dirty. I love when you talk like that.”
“You like me telling you how tight and wet your pussy is while I fuck you? Mmm. Damn.”
“Yes.” Evie licked her fingers and lay back down on his chest. She rubbed her clit.
“Oh, fuck yes. Touch yourself. That’s hot.”
“Keep fucking me. Slower, deeper so I can come.” There was such power in saying that, telling Lyle what she needed.
Lyle gave her all of him in long measured strokes. “I feel it.”
Her pussy clenched on his dick and her clit throbbed. She whined and pressed hard on her clit as he ground his dick deep inside her. Evie squeezed her thighs against his legs. “Yes, yes. yes.” She panted.
“Get on your knees. I want to see that gorgeous ass while I fuck you from behind.”
Her legs still shook from the orgasm. “I can’t move yet.”
Lyle laughed. “Let me help you.” He flipped her over like a rag doll onto her stomach and lifted her ass up. He made her feel weightless. Lyle kissed the small of her back and pressed his thumb against her ass. He massaged it as he rubbed his dick over her pussy.
Lyle entered her and she gasped. She couldn’t imagine how his cock would feel in her ass when he filled her pussy so completely. He moved inside her and pushed his thumb into her ass just a little.
A sharp pain shot through her and she gasped.
Lyle leaned over her and gripped her shoulder for leverage. “I’m coming.” He pumped into her a few more times and then groaned and pulsed inside her. He pulled out and tugged her back against his chest in the spoon position they started in. “I love fucking you, Evie.”
“Mmm. I love it too.”
He was still breathing hard against the back of her neck. “Sorry if I hurt you. It’s just, your pussy is so good, I wanted your ass too and I thought that would feel good for you.”
“It’s okay. It surprised me more than hurt me. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“Next time, I’ll tell you ahead of time and do it slower. It’ll feel good. I promise.”
“You wear me out, Lyle. In a really good way though.” Evie liked that he said next time.
He laughed and kissed her then put his arm around her. “Ditto. Let’s nap again. Then we can go for another round and break some fucking records.”
“I’m not going to be able to walk in the morning. I bet I’m getting more sex than Nina.”
“I don’t know. She’s probably not seeing much daylight either. You two can swap stories on Monday in the office.”
“No. I don’t talk about my private life to people. Not even her,” Evie said.
“I don’t kiss and tell either.”
“Good. My privacy is important to me.”
“What’s left of mine is important to me. It’s tough though. Everyone wants to know everything. I’m constantly on display like a museum piece.” Lyle stroked his fingers over her hip and settled his hand on her waist.
“I couldn’t live like that. It would drive me crazy. I need to be able to disappear.” Evie spent a lot of time alone and preferred that to life in the limelight.
“Occupational hazard for me,” Lyle replied.
“Do you have girls in every port? Hiding places?” Surely, someone like him had a little black book stashed somewhere.
“No. Well, not anymore. When this was all new it kind of went to my head, I partied a lot, did drugs, got drunk, woke up in strange places with strange women but that got old fast.”
“I imagine it would. I’m a home body. I like the quiet and sitting in front of the fireplace, reading and sipping tea. I’m boring.”
“You’re perfect.” Lyle’s hand still rested on the curve of her waist and he squeezed.
Evie laughed. “I’m far from perfect.” She turned over onto her side and stared at him. “Why are you still single? I mean, you’re gorgeous, successful, seem to be a nice guy. I don’t get it.”
“I was married once. A long time ago and it ended in an annulment. It’s really difficult to find someone who likes you for you when you’re in my position. They’re either after my money or want their fifteen minutes of fame. It fucking sucks. All of that has made me gun shy. So, here I am in my thirties and alone.”
Evie imagined how that might feel, to always have doubt hanging over a relationship. “You’ve probably heard this before, but I’d never do anything like that to you. I work hard for what I have and I’ve never taken anything that didn’t belong to me.”
Lyle kissed her forehead. “I’ll have to disagree with that last part.”
She propped her head up on her hand. “Are you accusing me of stealing something?”
“Would it be horribly clichéd for me to say you’ve stolen my heart?”
“You’re more of a cornball than I am. And it kind of makes me adore you.” Evie kissed his nose.
“What about you? Ever been married? Or close to it?”
“No. To be fair to past boyfriends, I’m a bit of a workaholic. And I’ve had bad luck as you know. Guys just don’t see me as a permanent option. The ones I’ve dated wanted a well educated woman who couldn’t wait to get pregnant and join the Mommy and Me clubs. A trophy wife. That’s not who I am. I like my freedom and I can’t keep a plant alive longer than a week. I cringe to think what kind of mother I’d be. Add to that the last guy who said I should never get pregnant because I’d turn into a barn.”
“He was a dick and parenthood isn’t for everyone. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s worse to have a kid and then realize you don’t want one. I’ve been on the road most of my adult life and I don’t really see myself with little ones either. But I’m still young. Who knows about the future?”
“That’s what my brother says. To wait until I’m older because I might change how I feel about it. And I might but I’m not going to lead someone on at this point and give them false hope. That’s not right.”
“I admire your honesty. It’s nice.”
“It’s sad that you say that. Sad that basic moral values are such a novelty these days.”
The conversation trailed off and they slept for awhile. Lyle’s body curved around her. Her ass nestled nicely against his pelvis. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. It was odd to feel so comfortable with someone she hardly knew and to feel like she’d known him much longer than a day. His breath was
hot against her head.
Evie played with a strand of his hair that tickled her neck. She smiled at the tell-tale soreness between her legs. They’d been playing rough and she was feeling it now.
Lyle stirred behind her. “You’re awake?”
“Mhm.”
“What time is it?”
“A little after four a.m.” She held his hand up in front of hers. Her hand was slightly more than half the size of his. Lyle’s size made her feel tiny. It was a good feeling. Her fingertips barely hit the first knuckle of his. “Your hands are huge.”
“Well, I’m a big guy.”
Evie laughed. “Yeah. I know you are.”
Lyle nuzzled her shoulder and kissed the nape of her neck. “I like how soft you feel against me.”
She interlaced her fingers with his. “I like how strong you are against me.” Evie rolled on to her back and scooted her hip against his stomach.
Lyle put his hand on her belly and moved it up slowly. “You have the best tits. Seriously.” He leaned over and licked her nipple.
Electricity shot through her body. “Mmm. I like that.”
“Yeah? How about this?” He sucked the hard tip softly and rubbed his tongue over it.
“Oh, God. Yes.” Her skin prickled and her knees fell apart instinctively like her body was telling him to give her more.
His erection pressed insistently against her leg and she reached over to stroke it. Lyle’s body was amazing. Contoured and hard, muscled in all the right places. She was still in wonderment that he was in her bed. They were opposites in so many ways but similar in ways that were important. Stereotyping was dangerous. All the well dressed, well groomed, tattoo-less men she’d dated weren’t nearly as respectful or as satisfying at Lyle.
He rose up on his elbow to kiss her lips. Lyle moved close to her ear. “I’m hungry.”
“Do you want to go get something to eat? I’m not sure what’s open this time of the morning.”
Lyle smiled. “They don’t serve what I want in any restaurant.” He got up on his knees. “Sit up a little.” He put his pillow behind her.