by Stark, Lola
With a naughty smile, he leaned down, nibbled my lower lip and flicked the ring hard. “Oh God,” I cried out against his mouth, my body arching to his hand.
Mace moved quickly, kneeling between my legs. He ripped my panties off in one clean sweep, and looked down at me with heavily-lidded eyes. His chest heaving with breath, he muttered, “Fucking beautiful, so God damn wet, baby. Need to taste you.” With that, his hands went behind my knees. He leaned down and pulled my throbbing, swollen pussy up to his mouth diving his tongue into my slick, wet mound, lapping with a groan that vibrated right through me.
A shudder rolled through me as his tongue moved up to flick over my clit, teeth tugging at the piercing. He drove a long finger deep into my hot core. “Oh fuck,” I hoarsely moaned as the feeling of what was to be one hell of an orgasm built, then nothing.
I propped myself up on crooked elbows. Dropping my shaking legs to either side of his ripped body, I heard the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper. Thank God, I thought. My eyes took in the sight before me; his hard, defined pecs, a silver ring in his left nipple, the ink that scattered across his impressive body. Looking up at his incredible size and watching him put on the rubber was incredibly hot.
He pumped his hard length once, twice before looking up with parted lips. In his gravelly voice that I now knew meant he was turned on, he virtually growled, “Sweetest cunt I've ever seen, babe. Gotta get inside it now.” He covered me with half his body, one hand gripped on my hip tight and his left forearm resting on the bed beside my head. He drove his impressive, thick length to the hilt on a long, drawn out groan. A whimper of pure bliss at the full feeling of his hard cock deep inside me, I shifted my hips urging him to move. “Stay still, babe. You’re so tight. You move, it'll be over.”
Hearing him say this turned me on incredibly further. My hands moved of their own volition, scoring his back. “I need you to move, honey. I fucking need it,” I whimpered. Immediately, he pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in. My back arching up from the overwhelming lust, he found his rhythm and pounded in hard and fast, breathing heavy, lips and tongues everywhere. He reached his hand between us and tugged gently on my clit piercing, causing fireworks to go off, my body to spasm and white bursts to erupt behind my eyelids. “Oh God. Oh God, Mace,” I moaned loudly as I came.
“Fuck babe,” he ground out before he seated himself all the way inside. His cock jerked and his eyes rolled back slightly while he held tightly onto my ass and came.
Shuddering as the waves of my orgasm decreased in intensity, we were both naked and breathing like we had ran a marathon. Mace leaned down and kissed me long, wet and slow. Tasting myself on him, my body reacted and I was instantly turned on again. The corners of his mouth tipped up as he mumbled against my mouth, “You're going to break me.” I laughed, a full all-out laugh which in turn made his eyes sparkle and his face go soft.
He leaned over the side of the bed and disposed of the used condom in the waste basket. As he flopped back down next to me, my stomach rumbled. “You want breakfast?”
“Mmm, shower first,” he answered. Jumping up, he threw me over his shoulder and made for the bathroom, me giggling along the way. He sat me on the sink, turned on the shower and came back to stand between my legs. Wrapping them around his waist, he kissed me slowly and lifted me without breaking lip contact, walking into the steaming shower.
Mace had a mouth that could drive any woman crazy. He pulled back, kissing and nibbling my neck, slowly letting my feet touch the floor tiles. He got down on his knees, showering my body with attention as he went, finally making it to my drenched pussy. I stood my back against the tiles squirming, waiting for the sweet contact of his talented tongue. He lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder, allowing him access to slowly nibble a path along my inner thigh from knee to pussy.
My head fell back against the tiled wall gasping for breath. My chest rising and falling fast, I was growing impatient. Just as his warm breath blew across my clit, he dropped my leg down and moved back slightly. “What the fuck! Noooo! Where are you going? I need that back, come back here.” I couldn’t even move forward to pull his head back to me. All the time, the ass was shaking with silent laughter. “Mace!” I stomped my foot. Yes, I stomped my foot but he was really good at that tongue-thing.
“Hold on, babe. I’ll get back there.” He stood with a soapy loofah in his hand and a wicked glint in his eye as he pinned me to the wall with his hips, his cock jerking against my stomach. The loofah made contact with one sensitive nipple as he made slow circles with it against my skin.
“Oh,” I sucked in a breath, “carry on then.” Mace chuckled and dropped his other hand down between us, flicking my clit ring as his mouth dropped to my other breast biting down, gently ripping a gasp from my lips. Damn, what was I protesting about again? I moved my hands from his shoulders up to his head, pulling him up and kissing him long and hard.
He dropped the loofah and braced his hands against the wall. “Want your mouth on me, babe.” His dirty mouth and the feel of his hard thick cock pressing against me, caused me to moan. “On your knees, baby.” Mace stepped back as I moved my feet, when all of a sudden, I slipped on the soapy floor, falling forward, hands coming down to brace myself. Right when my hands should have made contact with the floor, I was poked in the eye by a long hard dick. “Shit!” Mace swore. “You okay?”
I couldn’t answer him. I was rolling around on the floor of the shower, one hand to my assaulted eye and laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I looked up to see Mace looking shocked before he burst out laughing, sliding down the wall to a sitting position. After a few moments, we calmed ourselves and he reached over cupping my face. “Any permanent damage?”
I smiled up at him. “I think I’ll survive.” I leaned down not wanting to waste such an impressive hard-on. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard and deep, hitting the back of my throat. Making him groan, he gripped my hair in his hands as his head fell back against the tiles. As I pulled back to do it again, my phone sounded from the bedroom; the loud ringtone playing out, “I just can’t wait to be king” from my favorite kid’s movie The Lion King. “Fuck me,” I murmured, Mace’s body shaking with laughter once again. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry.
Worst shower sex ever!
By the time we were done with our shower, which ended up cold by the time we’d finished washing each other and screwing in the bathroom, we got dressed and had breakfast; it was close to one in the afternoon.
Standing in the kitchen sipping coffee, it was time to do the awkward, “that was fun but—” moment. I reached past Mace, who was leaning on the counter, to grab my keys,
“I gotta get to the shop. You still comin’ in to have more work done tomorrow?”
He pulled me over to him so I was standing chest-to-chest, and before I could say anything further, he nabbed my keys and started walking out the front door.
I looked down to the hand my keys had been in and followed out after him, determined to let him know we’d had fun but that was all it was. I wasn’t out for a relationship; the last one I’d had ended badly. Hell, the whole relationship was a disaster, one I intended not to repeat.
Once at my car, he put the keys in the ignition and started my baby up. I opened my mouth to tell him I was perfectly capable of starting my own damn car when he held his hand up silently, telling me to shut it. That pissed me way the hell off. “What the fuck, Mace. I can start my own God damn car. You don’t get to—”
Mace grabbed me by the waist, hauled me against his body and pressed his mouth hard against mine. His tongue slipped in which effectively stopped my rant. I wanted to keep being pissy. I really did, but the man had a magic mouth. To this, my six out-of-this-world orgasms and I could testify.
He pulled back slightly, pecked me one more time while I breathlessly tried to get my wits about me, and whispered, “Was listenin’ to the engine, babe. Fuel and air mixture on the carbie needs adjusting. Hea
rd it yesterday.”
“I knew that,” I whispered, a little dumbfounded that he’d picked it up. All other thoughts fleeting my head in that moment
“Lunch at Ma’s on Sunday? I’ll be firing up the grill; pick you at eleven, yeah?” he told me in a rough voice. “Later, babe. Got shit to do.” He kissed me one last time. Before I could get a word out, he walked off, jumped in his truck and was gone. Leaving me flustered, I stared after him like a moron.
I was dumbfounded. It didn’t go at all like I planned. I looked around, still slightly confused, before snapping back to reality and dropping into the driver’s seat.
Cocky asshole!
I’d been doubting myself since I arrived at the shop that morning. It pissed me off that he’d made me doubt myself. I was confident and didn’t take shit from anyone. Never in my life did I act like some dreamy-eyed moron over a guy. I was not that woman. I did like Mace, but I wasn’t sure what he was expecting. I had assumed, like me, he was up for a onetime thing; however, that morning, he’d told me he was taking me out again to his mother’s. That right there wasn’t a one night stand; it was something else entirely. I had no idea if I was even alright with that happening.
He was hot, fan-fucking-tastic in bed and out of it. Plus, he was kinda sweet, but cocky and bossy, as well as a little annoying. There was something a little sad and pained beneath it all; he clearly tried to hide it, but it was there in his eyes. He’d been hurt, but how I did not know. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know.
Did I want to be involved with somebody who may be damaged? Did I want to be involved with anyone at all?
Shut the hell up, Scar. You’re brain babbling.
I liked my life how it was; easy, steady and simple. I needed my girl, my best friend; she always either had advice, or would help me work out the million questions running through my head.
I sent her a text message. Seconds later my cell buzzed.
911 my place 10pm. Bring ice-cream ~ S
On it, babe. Chocolate? ~ T
Double-choc fudge! ~ S
Mace? ~ T
YES! ~ S
I put my phone away feeling a little calmer that Teen would come to the rescue and help me sort this cluster-fuck out. I went back to work engrossing myself in ink and skin until closing time.
When I arrived home, I had a nice hot shower and a few beers. I was dressed in stretchy yoga pants and a tiny tank when Teeny breezed through the front door. She took one look at me, turned her nose up slightly, and said, “Get up, skank. Get dressed; we’re hitting the bar.”
I looked up at her with a confused face. She was wearing designer jeans, a purple sparkly tank and matching wedges. There was no double-choc fudge in sight.
“What? I want ice-cream. Where the fuck’s the ice-cream?”
“No. No, ice cream. It’s not happening. Get the fuck up and get dressed. You don’t moon about over a guy, even if that guy is a fuckuva stud. What you do is get up, get your shit together and go the fuck out!”
Right. So we were going out. I could do that; drinks would help me sort out what I was doing with Mace. I kissed Teen on the cheek as I walked past to get ready. Half an hour later, we were in a cab on the way to Bob’s bar, already half-tanked.
My cell rang just after 1am. I picked it up from the coffee table in front of me. Scarlett’s name lit up on the display. “Babe?” I answered, wondering what the hell was wrong; I had seen her and her friend, who Trip had told me was Teeny, leave in a cab around 10:30 all dressed up.
“You’re a sexy face,” she slurred, a loud noise in the background.
“Are you drunk?” I asked slightly amused that she was drunk dialing me.
“Yeppers,” she giggled.
“How drunk are you?” I asked as I looked over at Trip, where he was slouched on the sofa silently laughing. I covered the mouthpiece on the phone and whispered, “Gonna go pick the girls up. Be ready when I get back. Thinking I’ll need some help.” He nodded, holding his stomach still laughing.
My attention was drawn back to the phone when Scarlett yelled, “Teeny! How drink are we?”
Chuckling, I ran a hand down my face. “Ah shit, where are you, babe?”
Scarlett yelled again, “Bob! Where are me?” Bingo! She had to be at Bob’s Bar. In a concerned whisper, she told me “Um, we went to drunk, Mace.”
I bit down on the inside of my mouth to curb the laughter bubbling up my throat. But it proved pointless after she said loudly, “You’re so pretty.”
Walking out to my truck, I could hear who I could only assume was Teeny, singing very badly in the background, “I’m a gonna go to studs-r-us, and buys myself a Mace. Noooo, not a Mace a Trip. Oh, where do all the hot guys live? At studs-r-us, yeah! OH HEY, studs-r-us…”
Scarlett’s voice cut into her song telling me, “I wanna lick your face, Mace—Ha! I made a funny, face-Mace, face-Mace. I rhymb-rhyms-I rhymed.”
Pulling my keys out, I started the engine and took off towards Bob’s. “You want to lick my face?” I asked her with amusement.
“No! Why would I do that?”
I coughed to hide my laughter and asked, “Babe, I’m almost there to get you. Can you and Teeny stay inside for me?”
This was initially met with a moment’s silence, then Scarlett yelling, “You make my vagina all melty—wait no!—You make my belly all melty. My vagina’s hot!”
I chuckled through my words, “It sure is, babe, but I’m not sure I want the entire bar knowing that.”
This girl is a fucking riot!
Scarlett sobered, and ever so seriously told me, “Oh, but they can't see it. Do you wanna see my vagina?”
Hearing her talk about her sweet pussy made me groan. “Babe, I'm pulling in to the bar’s parking lot now. Where are you?” I asked, jumping down from my truck and locking it.
“Teeny needed to pee,” she whisper-yelled down the phone.
“I’m hanging up the phone, babe. See you in a second.”
“Mm-kay,” she hiccupped down the phone.
Hanging up and slipping my cell into my back pocket, I pushed my way through the crowded bar. I headed toward the restrooms, when all of a sudden, I was knocked back a step by Scarlett jumping on my front and wrapping her jean-clad legs around my waist. My hands automatically went to her ass to hold her up. Scarlett was beyond drunk, but I couldn’t help be relieved that she was in my arms, plus she was a fucking hilarious happy drunk, not a crier or drama queen. She started sucking on my neck and grinding herself against my crotch.
“Ahh, Scar, babe, you need to not do that right now.” Shit, she was whimpering and squirming and her breathing had picked up. My dick wasn’t obeying my brain. Scar was way too drunk for this. I slid her down my body, holding her arms to steady her.
“Ready to go home, babe?”
“Yes prease, pwease, please,” she answered, apparently confused by the slur in her voice. “Oh, Teen’s staying at my place,” she hiccupped, her voice filled with drunken excitement.
I looked up as the restroom door swung open, and the second drunk in question stumbled out of the bathroom shoving her panties into her monstrous bag. Shaking my head, I dragged both girls out to my truck while they stumbled on their feet and dodged what they swore were talking trees.
“You’re so cute and sexy and big, and you give great head.” Scarlett looked up at me as I buckled her into the back cab beside Teeny. I chuckled lightly and planted a kiss on her forehead. I closed the door and took a second to shoot out a quick text message letting Trip know we were on the way home. I jumped in and started the engine. I was then treated to the funniest drunk conversation I’d ever heard.
“Mace gives great head, Teen. He does this thing with his tongue.” Scarlett swung around trying to point to her tongue, but her finger landed on her nose instead. “My nose! It’s gone! I can’t feel my nose, Teeny! I can’t feel my nose. Where is it?” she repeated, getting hysterical.
Shaking my head, I smirked.
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nbsp; “Maybe it’s in my purse? Here hold this,” Teeny excitedly replied.
“Teen,” she whispered, suddenly distracted from her numb nose, “how come your panties are in your bag?”
“I couldn’t get them back on after I peed,” she sighed.
“Oh! I left my panties at home; they were in the way,” Scarlett excitedly told Teeny.
Teeny reached over turning up the radio, and they both started singing along—screwing up the words as they went. “I can’t forget the semen on your face as you were leavin’”
Trying not to laugh at the serious look on their faces, I leaned forward and switched the station. Mariah Carey cut off abruptly, replaced by R.E.M and Scarlett went for it again, belting it out at the top of her lungs, “Let’s pee in the corner. Let’s pee in the spotlight, losing my direction!”
Unable to hold my laughter in any longer, I switched the radio off just before turning onto our street. We pulled up to Trip standing in Scarlett’s drive. He opened the passenger door, helped Scarlett down, and without saying a word, grabbed Teeny out, threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold, and stomped back to our place.
Teeny was cussing, yelling and slapping at his back to put her down. Trip just waved at me over his shoulder. I figured he’d sort Teeny.
I had managed to get Scarlett’s keys from her, unlocked the door and maneuvered her inside when she pushed me. Taken by surprise, I stumbled back into a sitting position on the red leather sofa. She dropped to her knees and started trying to undo my belt buckle while looking up at me giggling. “I wanna lick you all up.”
The sight gave me an instant boner, but I couldn’t take advantage, even though the temptation of her mouth on my cock was ranking pretty high. Gently as I could, I pushed her hands away and suggested, “How about we get you up to bed, yeah?”