by June Gray
“Anything I want?”
“What do you want to do most right now?”
I grabbed the sides of his face. “This,” I said and kissed him. He opened his mouth on a groan, allowing me inside. This man, who was easily big enough to overpower me, was laying back and letting me have my way. His tightly coiled muscles revealed his reigned-in control, his desire to take over barely held at bay.
It was at that moment I became convinced I was hallucinating, that my oven had sprung a leak and all of this—every single inch of this man—was nothing but a gas-fueled dream. It was the only rational explanation why a man like him would even be interested in me.
So I kissed him harder, knowing that in the morning I would either be dead or waking up disappointed. Either way, I was going to make the most of this night.
My hips began to grind on their own accord, enjoying the friction of his jeans against my thin panties. I felt so wanton, so free, like I could do anything and not be judged for it.
We were both panting when I ended the kiss. I ran my thumbs along his slick lower lip. He smiled up at me with an intense, almost savage, look in his eyes. “You have no idea how fucking hard it is for me to sit here like this and not have my way with you.”
I gripped his triceps, holding him in place. “Tell me what you’d do,” I said, looming over him, my breasts only a few inches away from his face.
“I would unwrap you like the gift you are and make love to you slowly until you come, until your legs and arms tremble from the intensity,” he said, moving his hips beneath me.
I gulped.
“First I’d lay you open and make love to you with my mouth and tongue; taste you, worship you, devour you. I’d take my time and get well acquainted with your every reaction, find out what makes you scream in pleasure and do that over and over again.”
Holy shit.
“I’d flip you to your hands and knees, pull your hips up, and sink into you from behind, slamming into you over and over until you’re screaming incoherently. Then you’ll know what it’s like to be with a man who not only takes his pleasure but gives it in return. That’s what I want to do to you.” He leaned forward and rasped, “But I’m not going to do any of that.”
I pulled in a ragged breath. “Why not?”
“Because tonight it’s all about you, Kat. I want to make sure you’re ready, that you feel secure with me before I take the reins and fuck you senseless.” He ground his hips into me once. That was all it took for me to come, the orgasm taking me by surprise. Years and years of self-gratification and this stranger made me climax with only well-placed pressure and a few husky words.
“Fuck!” I ground into him shamelessly as my insides throbbed with my release, wringing every inch of pleasure out of the orgasm. The entire time, he watched me quietly with a dark, predatory stare.
I was gasping when I came back down from my high; I buried my face in his neck. “That was…” I tried to catch my breath. “I don’t even know how to describe that.” Fantastic was too vague, mind-blowing too far from where it really mattered. Vagina-shattering would have to do.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “I wish I could have experienced it with you.”
Fueled by adrenaline, I slid off his lap and went to my knees between his legs. I was unzipping his jeans when he stayed me with a hand. “You don’t have to do this,” he said. “It’s not about me right now.”
“You said I could do whatever I want,” I reminded him. He lifted his hips as I pulled his pants lower.
And I know I’ve said this already but… holy shit.
I’m not as naïve as I sometimes let on. I have a computer and internet. I’ve watched my share of porn—I’m a shut-in, not asexual, for fuck’s sake—so it’s safe to say I’ve seen a few penises in my lifetime. Long, short, thick, thin, pencil, elephant; I’ve seen a slew. But West’s was, like his face, absolutely arresting. The shaft was long and thick, with a nicely-shaped head and a thick vein underneath. His heavy testicles hung below, tight from arousal.
The scent was most surprising of all. I’d never smelled anything like it before, so organic and musky. I wouldn’t wear it as perfume, but holy hell did it turn me on even more.
I looked up to find him watching me, his lips taut, his chest rising and falling faster than normal. He drew in a quick breath when I wrapped my fingers around the swollen head of his cock and squeezed experimentally. I touched a finger to the precum at the tip and slid it around.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned. “I think I’m literally going to die from this torture.”
I grinned and wrapped a hand around his shaft. “You can’t die yet, West. I’m just getting started,” I said before leaning over and taking him in my mouth.
14
STRANGER
I have no memory against which to base this experience, so receiving oral from Kat was in a way my first and my best. Not that there wasn’t any room for improvement, but holy hell, the feel of her lips touching my dick nearly undid me. Her mouth was hot and wet, tongue firm as it slid along the underside of my cock. She could only take maybe half of me inside her mouth, but it was enough to send me reeling.
It was a struggle to keep my arms locked on the back of the couch when all I wanted to do was hold her head and pump into her mouth. But I held back, allowing her to acclimate to my taste and smell, giving her ample time to learn things on her own terms. She was absolutely exquisite, her dark blonde hair tousled around her face, her lips wrapped around me, her blue eyes watching for my response to her ministrations.
Kat was a quick study. She made up for her inexperience with eagerness and determination. When she nipped at the underside of my shaft with her teeth, gently teasing me to the edge of pain, I panted, “Where did you learn that?”
She pulled me out of her mouth with a pop and grinned. “On the internet.”
My heart stuttered. This was no innocent girl I was playing with. “What else did you learn on the internet?”
“This,” she said and licked around my entire shaft, coating it with saliva. Then she took me into her mouth again and connected it with her hand so that my dick was completely sheathed in warmth. When she moved, the extra lubrication made it feel like her entire mouth was taking me, sucking and squeezing until my whole body was taut.
Then she grabbed my balls with her other hand and started tugging downwards. The discomfort intensified the pleasure so that I was contracting, tightening, my body dying to release.
“I’m going to come, Kat,” I said in a hoarse voice.
Kat grinned around me then slowed down her movements to an almost torturous pace, prolonging the sharp pleasure until I was sure my muscles would tear from the strain.
I was nearly incoherent. “Yes, yes, a little more, keep going, suck me, squeeze me, yes.” I no longer had control of what was coming out of my mouth; the only thing certain was that this woman before me was in complete command of my mind and body. She owned me.
And fuck if I wasn’t looking forward to owning her.
“Kaaaaat,” I groaned between my teeth as I exploded, my ass lifting up off the couch.
She pulled away at the last minute, her hand continuing to stroke me while I came and came. She looked on, fascinated, as my seed spurted out, coating her hand and my stomach. She kept pumping until I was spent, until I sat up and touched her arm to keep from being rubbed raw.
She lifted her hand up to her face to study the semen coating her fingers. “I wonder what it tastes like,” she murmured as she wiped me off with my shirt. I held my breath when she lifted her fingers up to her mouth and then, one by one, licked her fingers. “A little salty, a little weird. But not bad.”
I groaned and grabbed her to me, bringing my mouth down upon hers. I kissed her with gratitude and some other emotion that I’d rather not name at that moment because it was too permanent. I pulled her onto the couch and gathered her under the crook of one arm.
“What are
you doing?” she asked, trying to wiggle out of my grasp.
“I believe it’s called snuggling,” I said, moving before she could headbutt me. “Normal people do it all the time.”
“And you’re saying I’m not normal?” she asked, trying to push me away.
“Just relax, will you?” I asked, expending considerable energy in keeping her in place. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
“I doubt it.” But even as she spoke she began to relax, her muscles giving up the struggle. She finally relented, eventually draping an arm over my stomach and relaxing into my side.
“Huh? What did I tell you?” I asked. “Feels good, right?”
“Shut up before I make you sit on the floor,” she said but finally laid her cheek against my chest.
I leaned my head atop hers, yawned, and promptly fell asleep.
I woke up a little while later, finding that we were both in the same position.
Without waking Kat, I extricated myself from her limbs and got to my feet. I watched her sleep for a few minutes, enthralled by the light-haired beauty before me. Her face was relaxed in sleep so that she appeared far younger and more innocent than her twenty-five years.
She’d never understand what her gift meant to me, her attempt to give me the identity I’d been missing. Even if we knew nothing about my past, the name she’d given me was born from what she knew of me now. And that in itself was as beautiful as she.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to her room, laying her on the bed beside Josie. Even with the movement she didn’t stir, and it gave me a sense of manly pride that I’d somehow tamed this wild woman for a few moments.
I tugged the blanket over her body then kissed her forehead. “Goodnight,” I murmured before turning off the lights and closing the door.
I walked to the other bedroom, pulled on a pair of pajama pants and slipped under the covers, unable to keep my brain from thinking about life and love and everything in between. I’d become helplessly enamored with the woman across the hall, but a terrible feeling sat heavily in the pit of my stomach, the fear that Kat would not want me once my memory returned.
But for now I was her West and I intended to prove to her that I was every bit the man she’d come to know.
A creak on the floor woke me up some time later. For a moment I was disoriented, completely at a loss in the dark, when I heard a familiar voice reach through the night and ease my worry.
“West.” The bed shifted when she climbed on; a moment later, I felt her cool palm on my chest. “Are you awake?”
I didn’t move, curious to see what she’d do.
Her fingers played with the hair on my chest for a few moments before her restless hand moved down to my stomach, tracing around the ridges of my abdomen. She held her breath as her hand wandered lower, as she discovered that I was already as rock hard as I’d been before I carried her to bed.
She pressed her body to mine and it was then that I realized she was completely naked. Feigning sleep became nearly impossible after that.
She shifted and suddenly she was sitting on top of me, the heat of her pussy lying directly on my hard cock. I hissed between my teeth, giving up the ruse.
“You’re awake,” she said, bending down to give me a soft kiss on the nose. I couldn’t take it anymore; I reached up and cupped her breasts in the palm of my hands, tweaking the hardened nipples between my fingers.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “It doesn’t feel like that when I do it.”
“That’s because I’m not around when you do it,” I said, tugging on the peaks a little.
I let go and reached around to her back, guiding her lower towards me until I could reach her breasts with my mouth. I devoured one breast, my tongue circling around the nipple. Kat moved her hips in response, sliding along the length of my cock. I moved to the other breast, laving it with the same kind of devotion, pleased to hear her moans.
“Your breasts are perfect,” I said, my lips never losing contact with her soft flesh. “I could suck on these all day.”
Kat pulled away abruptly. “Hold on,” she said, gripping my wrists and holding them above my head. “I thought I was in control here.”
A part of me rebelled, grunting that our positions were supposed to be reversed, but a part of me enjoyed this side of Kat so much that I decided I could suppress my dominant side for a little while. Besides, what man wouldn’t want a beautiful, confident woman straddling him?
“You are,” I replied and added in a low growl, “for now.”
She began to move her hips once more, her excitement making my cock slick as she slid back and forth. I twisted out of her grasp and reversed the position, squeezing her wrists instead even as I kept my arms outstretched. I held her wrists together, holding her captive above me. Her face was inches from mine; I took the opportunity to lick along the crease of her lips.
“Take me inside you,” I breathed.
“I can’t.”
“Don’t you want to feel my cock stretching you out, filling you up?”
“Yes,” she finally admitted. “But I don’t… we don’t have…”
I grinned, even though she couldn’t see it. “Condoms?” I asked and reached into the pillowcase, where I’d hidden a few square packets.
“Where did you get those?” she asked, immediately on alert. She tried to wriggle out of my grasp, but I held her tight.
“From the grocery store. Along with the wine.”
“Sneaky.” She broke free from my hold and grabbed the condom. “Here, let me.”
I turned on the bedside lamp, watching closely to make sure she applied it properly. But Kat had apparently learned how to apply condoms on the internet as well because she did it without hesitation or problems.
I couldn’t help but tease her, to get another glimpse of that firecracker personality. “You seem like an expert on that. You’ve been practicing on bananas, haven’t you?”
She gripped my shaft with one hand and squeezed in warning. “You’re going to wish you never said that,” she said with a raised eyebrow. She positioned herself above me and lowered until the head of my dick was slipping between her folds and into the wet warmth of her cleft.
I closed my eyes, waiting for that perfect moment when I was completely sheathed in her, but the moment didn’t come. Instead, she lifted her hips until I slipped out.
With an insolent grin, she did it again, lowering herself onto the first inch of my cock then stopping. This time, however, she gave a squeeze, making my cock jump with unexpected pleasure. I grasped her hips, urging her downward, but she would not be swayed. She squeezed again. I threw my hands into my hair, gripping it hard to keep from losing control. “Fuck, Kat, just fuck me already.”
She pulled me out again. “I didn’t hear a please.”
I surged upwards, wrapping my arms around her back and grabbing onto her shoulders. But something held me back, a hasty promise that I would let her have her way until she was ready. I looked her in the eye and ground out, “Please.”
She kissed my cheek and sank down halfway.
I groaned low and long. “You’re so tight,” I said, every atom in my body focused on that part of my anatomy. I could feel her stretching, her narrow channel adjusting around me. It was the most exquisite pleasure I’d ever known.
She kissed a path to the side of my head and bit my earlobe as she sank the rest of the way down, taking me to the root.
I almost came right there and then. I literally could not remember a time when I felt this way, as if my skin was electrified, my swollen cock squeezed in this space so tight I feared it might explode at any moment.
“West,” she moaned against my ear. “I think I’m close already.”
“Then let go,” I said, thrusting upwards deeper inside her, making her gasp. I continued the tiny movements, enjoying the way her walls clutched at me, mimicking her hold on my shoulders.
I knew she was getting close when she grew silent and her entire body went
rigid. “Fuck!” she bit out and suddenly her pussy was pulsating around me, her entire body quaking with the force of the orgasm for several long moments.
To watch her lay down her armor and bare this raw side of her was mesmerizing and did wonders to my male ego. There was nothing quite as beautiful or gratifying as a woman orgasming all over you.
I grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her, plunging my tongue in her mouth to the same rhythm as my cock. I wanted to come so badly—was so close already—but I fought back the need to explode. I cradled her face in my hands and turned her head to the side to expose her neck. “Did you like coming around me?” I whispered against the soft skin there.
“God, yes.”
“Do you want to do it again?” I asked, pressing kisses along her collarbone.
“I don’t think I can.”
Those five words woke something in me—a competitive nature that I now recognized was who I am. It was a challenge, a taunt, a dare, and I’d be damned if I failed. “I’m going to make you come again. Just because I can.”
Still seated in her, I urged her backwards onto the bed. She looked up at me through hooded eyes with her hair fanned around her face like a halo, and began to play with her breasts.
She was so unguarded in that moment, so trusting. I wanted to thank her for saving my life—in ways she might never understand—instead I drove into her, slowly at first, then building up speed. I would just have to show her, to fuck her until she, too, was shouting her gratitude.
I ran my palms along her smooth body, this perfect balance of muscle and flesh that made up her lovely form. I slid my hands down her sides and finally brought a thumb to her clit, making her gasp with the contact.
“Is it sensitive?” I asked, watching her expression.
“Yes, but I can take it.”
“I know you can, Kat,” I said, drawing circles with my thumbs.