He hit his target at once, making me scream when I felt his cock deep inside me. “Yes!”
Tyler stayed there and looked into my eyes. “Wham,” he said, smiling.
I laughed, rubbing my clit a little slower. I clenched my pussy around him as hard as I could.
“Yeah.” He pulled out, slowly. Then, at once, he filled me up again. “Wham,” he whispered.
I laughed, but this time I rubbed my clit faster. He felt so good inside me, remaining still. I moved my hips, wiggling around to get him in just the right spot.
“Mmm.” He licked his lips. “You like that huh?”
“Yes.” My response had just escaped my lips when I felt him pull out until the tip of his cock was barely inside. Then he slammed into me, hard, twice in a row, staying there. I closed my eyes and threw my head back against the pillow, shrieking. “Yes!”
“Wham, wham,” he said, in a soft voice.
I looked up. He had a sweet, playful smile on his face. I locked eyes with him and moved my fingers faster, clenching my ass, prepared to scream loud enough for people outside in the hall to hear.
His eyes widened for a split second. “You’re about to come.” He shook his head. “Not like that.”
“Huh?”
Tyler pulled out of me and let go of my ankles. I stopped moving my fingers and instinctively bent my knees to keep my heels on the mattress. He slid his arms under my hips to bring me even closer to the edge of the bed.
And then, without warning, he disappeared. He’d dropped to his knees in front of me. I felt him sucking on my fingers, the ones that lay motionless near my inner thigh that I had just used to fondle myself. Then he placed my hand on the bed to get it out of the way, and he headed straight for my clit with his mouth.
“Tyler!” I screamed. His tongue was so much better than my fingers. He licked my clit frantically, and it felt like he was sucking on it, too. I was so thankful. If he had started out slow, I think I would have cried. I needed a release, and I needed it soon.
Spreading my legs as wide as possible, I let him have his way with me. I closed my eyes and felt my climax build slowly. The wet warmth of his mouth always drove me wild. “Yes, Tyler!” I screamed. He used one hand above my clit to spread my lips apart with his fingers as he licked me faster and faster. He slid a few fingers from his other hand inside me, but not too far... rubbing me in just the right spot.
“Fuck!” I shouted. My orgasm was instant and explosive when he hit that spot, like he’d ignited a bomb with just a tap of his finger. I let myself go, giving in to the waves of pleasure that overtook my body. It went on for a long time until I lay still, enjoying the last fluttering pangs of my orgasm.
My body was motionless but Tyler was still down there. I heard him moaning as his tongue greedily licked my inner thighs clean. I could do nothing but remain still and enjoy the feeling of his tongue and his hot breath against my soft skin. After a few minutes he crawled back into bed to lay next to me. I had almost finished recovering.
“Hope that was okay, baby,” he said. “I love to get you off with my mouth.”
“That was wonderful. You have my permission to do that whenever you want.”
“Oh really? I’ll have to remember that.” Tyler looked at me thoughtfully then hopped off the bed. When I sat up, I saw him, naked, sitting in his padded leather desk chair, typing on his laptop.
“What are you doing?” I sat up.
“Making some notes. I’m afraid I might forget something.”
“Do you usually forget what happens when you’re drunk?”
“Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t.” Tyler tapped away at his keyboard. “I have a feeling it’s gonna be a forgetful night.”
I got off the bed and to stand over his shoulder. “What are you afraid you’ll forget?”
“A few things. You just gave me permission to eat your pussy any time I want.”
I laughed. I didn’t know he’d take it so literally but I was absolutely willing to go with it. “Okay. Anything else?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He cleared his throat and turned his head to look at me. “You were bad tonight. I have to remember what you did and remind myself to spank you.” He turned back to the computer to type.
“Oh.” I put my arms around his chest and bent down to nuzzle his neck from where I stood behind his chair. “That’s a good idea. I’d hate for you to forget.”
“You sure about that?” He chuckled. “You were really bad and I’m not gonna take it easy on you. I can show you some videos to show you what I mean.”
Tyler typed out a few sentences as I stayed there bent over, watching him. He typed one sentence that said I gave him permission to eat me out any time. Another that I snooped through his Internet search history. Next was that I lied about snooping through his Internet search history. The last one just said “Jacinda.” When he minimized the file I saw that he had a folder called ‘Susie.‘
“You have a ‘Susie’ folder?” I asked.
“Yeah, of course I do. Got things to keep track of.” He was a little clumsy, clicking on a few icons beside his browser until he finally opened it. “Shit!” He cursed and muttered his way through logging in to his email.
“What stuff do you need to keep track of?”
“About you?” He looked at his screen, typing.
“Yeah.” I saw that he was copying and pasting the contents of the file into an email and sending it to himself. “Why are you doing that?” I asked.
“This way I won’t forget I made the file. I hate it when I do that.” Tyler focused on the task before him. “I have a reminder program I could use but this is easier.”
“What else is in your ‘Susie’ folder?”
He stopped typing and held his head still. He turned just slightly to me, squinting. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Come on, just show me.”
He pressed his lips together and faced his computer. He clicked through a few directories until he finally came to the folder, opening it. “There. See?”
I stared at the screen, seeing two items - a spreadsheet named 'SL’ and the document he had just created.
Tyler closed the folder. “Happy?”
“What’s in that spreadsheet?”
He spun around in his chair, forcing me to let go of him and back away. His elbows were on the elbow rests. He laced his fingers together across his lap a few inches above his cock, which was still hard. “Don’t worry about it.”
I couldn’t decide if he was an evil genius or a colossal nerd. But what I did know for sure was that he was naked with his hands folded in front of him, sitting at a desk chair with an enormous erection and a very serious look on his face. I started to laugh.
“What?” he asked. “What’s so fuckin’ funny?”
“You,” I said through my laughter.
“How am I funny?”
I wasn’t laughing at him in a bad way. I found him quite alluring in his drunken nerdy-ness. But I remembered the spanking from downstairs and I was afraid he might spank me for laughing at him again. Yes, I loved it when he spanked me, but I was still afraid he might lose control and go a little too crazy. I stopped laughing when I thought about it. And I knew I had to tell him something. I backed away to the bed, where I pulled my skirt back down and took a seat. I hoped he‘d see how much I loved this part of him. “You’re such a nerd. But I think it’s sexy.”
He squinted, glaring at me. “I’m not a nerd. I’m just very organized.”
“Hey, I told you I thought it was sexy.” I tried to sound sympathetic.
Our eyes locked. I got scared for a second that maybe I had made him angry. Then I noticed one of the corners of his mouth trying to turn up.
Tyler spun back around in his chair to his laptop. “You called me a nerd. That goes on the list.”
I was relieved. I laughed and stood up to watch him type into his document.
When he was finished, he opened a browser and went to his bookmarks. �
��Come closer,” he said.
I stood beside him and looked down at the screen at a gallery of videos. Tyler double-clicked on one and turned down the volume so low I could barely hear it.
“Okay,” he said. “This is what I wanna do to you.”
The video showed a nude woman bent over a man’s knee, getting spanked. “How’s this different from what we already do?” I asked.
“He goes on for a while. Here.”
I watched Tyler forward the video along. The woman now had a scarf tied around her eyes and she stood with her arms straight up over her head. Her wrists were bound by a rope to a hook on the ceiling. The man spanked her with a long, narrow leather paddle.
“Oh.” I said. It felt like the the air had been sucked out of the room. I struggled a little to breathe.
“Have you done this before?”
“No.” I shook my head. Similar scenarios crept into my fantasies all the time, but being tied up for real was terrifying to me.
“I don’t think it hurts as bad as it looks. He warmed her up pretty good with his hand.”
I looked back at the video. The man wasn’t holding the paddle anymore. He was squeezing and rubbing her bright red cheeks, occasionally working his fingers in between her legs. “Wow,” I said.
“Well? Would you let me do that?”
I wanted desperately to say ‘yes’ without thinking about it. Especially when I unglued my eyes from the screen and looked down at Tyler. He had this hopeful, innocent grin on his face. And his hand was around the head of his cock. I knew it was a simple ‘yes’ for most people, but I wasn’t most people. “I’ll think about it.”
“You’d let me tie you up, for real? I promise I won’t really hurt you.”
I took a deep breath. Should I even bother explaining? He‘s drunk and might not remember it. Maybe it’ll make me feel better. “I think I can handle the pain. It’s the ‘tying up’ part that makes me nervous.”
“Please? I promise I’ll be so good to you.” He clicked around the website and came to a gallery of bondage pictures. “See these? It’s not that bad. Nothing crazy with whips or anything.”
I watched him click through a slide show. He was right. The pictures were mostly just of women who were blindfolded and tied up with their legs spread open.
After about the sixth picture, I put my hand on his to hold it still. “Why don’t you show me what else you’re into, okay? There’s a lot of stuff at this website. What else do you like?”
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t sound like it.”
“I am.” I inhaled deeply. “But I think I need to go to the bathroom.”
I looked down at the floor and walked quickly out of the room. I pulled his bedroom door shut behind me and ran straight across the hall to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was unoccupied. I could hear music and a few people laughing from downstairs but the party sounded like it was on its last legs.
I didn’t cry in the bathroom. I just relieved myself, took a few deep, cleansing breaths, and splashed some cold water on my face. But after I washed my hands and stepped back into the hallway, Tyler’s door and the stairs both looked equally enticing. For a moment I imagined my bare feet running down those wooden stairs, then running out the front door. I then realized how silly it was. It was way too cold outside for that.
You’re doing fine, Susie. You can do this. I took another deep breath and opened the door to walk inside Tyler’s room. As I closed the door, he stood up in front of his chair with a sad look on his face. The laptop sat on top of the desk, closed.
Determined to lighten the mood and go back to our earlier conversation, I cleared my throat. “So, let’s look at that website. What else are you into? Really?” I stopped in front of him.
“No. Something upset you.” He put his arms around me and kissed my forehead, pressing his erection into my stomach.
“I’m okay.” I leaned into his chest and reached down to grab his cock. “But I think I need to take care of you.”
“What, this?” He put his hand around mind, then looked in my eyes with a big smile. “He’s fine. He’s drunk. He’ll be hard for a while.”
I loved seeing this side of him. “So how drunk are you, anyway?”
“Hmm.” He tapped his chin with the hand that wasn’t around mine. “On a scale of one to drunk, I’m pretty fuckin’ drunk.”
I laughed. “So I guess I might have to help you nurse a hangover tomorrow?”
Tyler shrugged. “I don’t really get ‘em that bad unless I pass out. And I don’t feel like passing out. But you can still nurse me." He winked. “I know I’ll feel like letting you nurse me.” He bent down and gave my lips a very quick peck. “Let’s go to bed.”
I let go of his dick and watched him walk over to the bed. He sat down on the side and extended his arms to me. “Come on,” he said.
I walked a few steps forward, my eyes locking with his, until I stood directly in front of him.
He reached up and took my face in his hands. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
I put my hands behind his head and bent down to give him a long, slow kiss. I felt his hands move from my face to my back. He spread his legs apart and pulled me closer, making me stand between his naked thighs as we kissed. His tongue danced enthusiastically around mine, but not too fast. It was perfect. It was surprising to me that he could be so drunk, but so controlled. I pulled his face even closer and started to fall into him. I hoped to push him down on his back. That’s when he stopped kissing me.
“No,” he whispered. “Not yet.” He put his hands behind my head and held my face in front of his, looking in my eyes. “Just stand there.”
I stood up straight and gazed into his pretty brown eyes, unable to speak. I was putty in his hands after that kiss.
Tyler carefully unfastened each button of my blouse, one by one. When he was finished he pulled my blouse open and slid it down over my shoulders. It landed on the floor behind me.
“Turn around,” he whispered.
I did exactly as told. I turned around, facing the desk.
He unhooked my bra and let it hang there. Then he unzipped my skirt and yanked it down until it fell to the floor, leaving me completely naked from the waist down. I felt his warm lips pressing against the small of my back, making me shudder.
Starting behind my knees, he slid his palms up the backs of my thighs. “Susie...” Tyler moaned my name over and over as he kissed all over my back while kneading my thighs.
I found it hard to breathe. I closed my eyes and thought of nothing but the beautiful man who sat on the bed behind me, letting me know he adored my body. His breath against my back sent chills up my spine. His hands were strong, cupping my ass, massaging my flesh.
“Turn around again, darlin,’” he whispered.
I blew out a slow, calming breath and forced myself to turn around.
Tyler sat on the bed, licking his lips. His eyes slowly drifted up and down my body. I saw his mouth fall open and his chest move, like he was breathing as hard as I was. He pulled my bra down my arms until it slipped over my hands and fell to the floor, leaving me completely naked, standing before him in a blissful trance.
He put his hands behind my thighs, pulling me closer. I shifted my feet along to move. He took my nipple in his mouth and moaned loudly as he bathed it with his tongue. I forced my eyes to stay open so I could watch him. It looked like he’d lost himself in my breast from the way his face openly showed his ecstasy. I started to moan and breathe loudly myself. I hoped he wasn’t too drunk to be able to satisfy the longing he had built between my thighs.
Tyler sucked on my nipple for so long, I almost screamed at him to fuck me. But he released it and gently kissed it a few more times, then laid his cheek against my breast and looked up at me, smiling. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
“Tell me you love me,” he whispered.
I couldn’t say a word. I just stared i
n his eyes. Reality wanted to bring my trance to a crashing halt.
“Come on," he said. “I need to hear it. Tell me you love me.”
My breath caught in my throat. “I can’t.”
Tyler leaned back and reached up, putting his hands behind my head. “You can, baby.”
“No.” Those fucking tears reappeared, this time totally sucker-punching me after the few minutes I’d just spent in heaven in that room. “It hasn’t even been four weeks, Tyler.”
“Aw, shit.” He rolled his eyes and grunted before a smile spread across his face. “You’re my girlfriend tonight, right?”
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