Consumed

by Moira McTark

“See whether you even want to go out with me after?” He traced her collarbone with the pad of his thumb, her skin was warm and soft.

  “A test.”

  His fingertips floated over the exposed swell of her breasts and dipped into the deep cleavage. Her breath caught and she arched into him, pressing her chest up against his hands and torso.

  Brian lowered his head, brushing her lips feather-light with his own. “I test well,” he whispered against her open mouth before sinking into a slow, deep kiss. The tip of her tongue slipped into his mouth, rubbing against his own, tasting like heaven.

  His arms circled around her waist and pulled her tight against him. She felt good in his arms, their long bodies a perfect fit together.

  Desperate to explore her, he let his hands run down over the firm curve of her ass, bunching the flimsy fabric between them until he could feel her smooth skin against his palm. As he took a handful of the strong muscle and kneaded it firmly, she let out a moan against his devouring mouth. He plunged his tongue into her and she opened wider, turning her head to maximize the effect of his invasion.

  His mind blanked of everything but one word: More.

  Completely erect, his penis pressed against his pants and the top of her mound, which she rubbed slowly against him.

  His long arms easily reached behind her. He slid one hand down to where her thigh met her ass and then, in between her legs. Cupping the fullness of her round curve, then reaching his fingers forward to the source of her wet heat, he discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. His own ragged groan escaped as he fingered the slick, wet folds of her sex from behind. More.

  Amber pulled back from the kiss and frantically began tearing at the buttons of his shirt. Tugging the tails out of the front of his pants and yanking at his belt and zipper, until, finally his cock bounced out, free of restraint.

  Her breath sucked in as he slipped his finger deep into her wet hole. He slid in, stroking against the tight inner walls with one finger and then two. He gripped the muscle of her ass. Such a hot ass. Such a hot little pussy. He thrust his fingers in and out of her as she bucked her body and gasped in response.

  Withdrawing his fingers from her wet depths, he stepped back from her and let his hands play over the bare flesh exposed at her middle. Skimming up under the bottom of the tank, he maneuvered the garment over her arms and head, tossing it aside. Her bust was almost as spectacular as her fine ass, bound tightly in a black lace contraption that ruthlessly elevated her breasts and barely covered her hard nipples. More.

  Brian dropped open-mouthed kisses over the tops of the swells, leaving a wet trail from his tongue as he went down to his knees in front of her. Amber’s breath came fast as she waited patiently for him to continue his exploration. The skirt was next. He worked it down over her hips, exposing a thin strip of blonde pubic hair. Removing the skirt, he set it aside and ran his wide hands over her long, muscular legs. She was amazing, leaning back against the counter, her legs spread apart, her breasts raised up on a black lace platter in delicious offering. He could smell her musk mixed with the lilac now and nuzzled his face into the source, pressing his lips into the wet slick, tasting the tang of her juice with a deep lap of his tongue.

  He could feel her body throb in response to his mouth, and feel his own pulse of pleasure knowing he was the reason she begged, “Please… More!”

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  Amber had fought the arousal since she saw him on the platform and had come home aching with need. It had been the longest hour and a half of her life. This was the man her fantasies were made of and now she was living one out. Her fingers curled into the thick, sandy brown waves of his hair as Brian spread her lips apart and began to stroke his tongue against her clit. Pure desire washed over her in a wave she thought would drown her completely.

  His tongue circled her erotic bud as his hands moved over her. One up to her nipple, the other around to her ass. He pulled the nub from the sheath of her bra and rolled it between thumb and forefinger, shooting hot streaks of pleasure from her pussy up through her breast. His tongue thrust into her hole and then he eagerly sucked her clit, while his other hand played greedily with her ass.

  Panting little mews escaped Amber’s lips as his tongue slid over her with increasing pressure, he rolled her nipple in his grasp, his strong hands caressed her everywhere. Her inner thighs dribbled with her juices and tingled from his hot breath teasing them. Harder, he sucked at her. Harder, he pulled at her. Harder, he probed into her. Every muscle in her body tensed in sheer ecstasy, every nerve tingled in the culmination of fulfillment and release. Then he pressed his mouth and tongue brutally against her and she came in series of fierce spasms, bucking against the pressure of his hands and mouth, crying out his name.

  Brian continued to lick at her pulsing clit, plunging two fingers up into her pussy, pushing against the slick contracting walls of her core. Her legs felt like rubber bands as she rocked through the final waves of orgasm, pressing herself against his welcoming mouth.

  Leisurely, he continued to taste her, and then began to work his way up her torso to her bra and the hard nipple pointing out the top of it. Flicking at it with his tongue, it crinkled into a tighter nub and sent new waves of pleasures washing over those still rippling through her. Amber pressed her hands against the sculpted muscles of his chest and then dipped her hand down to his thick cock. It was big. She could barely get her hand around half of the width. She gripped it firmly and was rewarded when he pulled her nipple into his hot mouth with a powerful suction.

  Amber stroked his cock and, with her thumb, smeared a bead of pre-cum over the silky hard organ. She’d been with large guys before, but never this big and she couldn’t wait to feel him pressing in against her, forcing her walls to expand around him. Rubbing his cock back and forth, she let out a sharp cry as Brian clamped down on her nipple. A gush of wetness ran down her thigh as her pussy clenched in anticipation.

  “Brian, I want it. Please,” she begged.

  His mouth pulled off her tight nipple and he stood. His pants, open at the fly, still hung at his waist. He reached into a pocket, pulled out a condom and sheathed himself.

  Amber bit her lip as she watched. He returned her stare, sparking a heat even more intense between them.

  “I can’t wait anymore,” he growled. Leaning forward he grabbed her by the backs of the thighs, pulled her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around him, her clit sliding against his cock, pinned between them.

  “I want it,” she said, a prisoner in his grasp. Their eyes locked, breath steadied. He pulled her up the length of him, her pleasure building fast as her sensitive nub caressed him. Slowly, he lifted and positioned her over him, so the head of his cock protruded slightly into her hole. She was so wet, all he had to do was let her down. “Please.”

  He lowered her another inch and the delicious invasion began. She could feel the giving resistance as her body stretched to envelop him. She had never felt this kind of intensity with anyone before. He’d barely entered her and she was starting to come again. He eased her down further and her muscles contracted around him.

  “God, yes, you feel so good.” She had to bite her lip from screaming. Her fingers dug into the unyielding muscles of his shoulders. And still she descended more, until, at last, she was filled to capacity, seated to the hilt, her slick lips opened wide, pressed against his groin in a hungry kiss, her throbbing clit firm against him.

  “Do you like that?” he asked, holding her as though she weighed nothing.

  “Yes, yes.”

  “What do you want me to do to you?” He ruthlessly squeezed her thighs. There had never been a pleasure so intense within her before.

  She dragged the air into her lungs and forced herself to speak. “I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

  He raised her up several inches, again taking his time, and then slid her back down hard against him. The pressure of his cock against her cervix and her clit ramming against his groin was taking her fast bac
k toward climax. He pumped her up and down over him, her cum making the descent slick and fast. Before she even realized what he was doing, he’d taken the few steps to the wall and pressed her back against it. Pinned, all she could do was succumb to the ecstasy as he slammed into her.

  Sweat dotted his brow and color flushed his cheeks. He sought out her mouth and thrust his tongue deep into the wet cavity with the same rhythm his cock thrust into her silky hole. Again and again, he filled her. Harder, he drove into her, pulling her against him with every thrust, until she screamed, “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  Coming powerfully around him, her body molded tight to him with every penetration, opening further to him with every plunge. His body tensed as he thrust faster. She ground herself against him with every fuck, riding him over and over, until at last, his own deep groan escaped and he pulled her down and held her firm against him. His cock pulsed inside of her as his cum spilled into the rubber. Her inner walls hugged him, milking him of every drop. He rested his forehead against her ear, his heavy breath warming the skin on her neck.

  “Amber,” he whispered into her hair, “will you let me take you out now?”

  She let out a soft laugh. “I definitely think we are compatible, in at least one way.”

  Chapter Three

  This is too good to be true, Amber thought with an anxious mix of hope and suspicion. No, she decided, picking at the linen napkin in her lap, I’m going to live in the moment and take this night for whatever it is. Plenty of time tomorrow to fret and analyze.

  She looked up across the intimate candlelit table for two and saw Brian’s blue eyes fixed on her quizzically. “Is there something wrong?”

  Had she been so obvious? “No, Brian. Not at all. Sometimes I just have to remind myself that it’s okay to have fun.”

  His expression reflected concern. “You aren’t having fun?”

  She reached across the table for his hand and quickly reassured him. “Nothing like that. I’m having a wonderful time. Almost too good to believe.”

  His smile instantly relaxed and he pulled her hand up to his mouth, dropping kisses over her knuckles. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so comfortable with someone I just met. I mean, I know we knew of each other in high school—”

  “Abby?”

  “Okay, you know what I mean. This is really the first time we’ve talked. It feels right. I don’t know what to say other than I hope you’re enjoying yourself as much as I am.”

  “Do you always have a perfect response?”

  “Hardly, I usually have to spend the evening prying my foot out of my mouth. I don’t usually click. Not like this.”

  Amber felt small as he held her gaze, like she’d stepped into something much bigger than she could have imagined. Suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare, she pulled back, needing to break the connection. She leaned away from the table and pointed up.

  Deep bass resonated through the ceiling from the band that had started playing upstairs.

  “Do you dance?” she asked.

  Brian stood, pulled a few bills from his pocket and dropped them on the table. With a wolfish grin he held out his hand for her. “I love to dance. Let’s go.”

  Emerging through the crowded hallway which led from Riley’s downstairs, Brian pulled Amber into The Grind. The club catered to local bands and was known for delivering consistent talent. The room was a mash of hot skin swaying to a heavy beat. He held her hand as they wove through the bodies, tangled together in slow sensual dance, to a small open space in the back corner of the room. Pulling her in front of him, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking her into him as they swayed with the rest of the crowd.

  With her back pressed against the length of Brian’s long body, Amber reached her arms behind her so that her hands rested against his firm thighs. Brian’s stance was wider than her own, allowing their hips to move as one. Soon, his hands began to roam over the hills and valleys of her figure. He skimmed over her arms and shoulders, into her tangle of curls and along the outer ridge of her chest, to her hips and across the flat of her abdomen. Then down further, dangerously close to her inner thighs. The crinkled fabric of her skirt rubbed between them as he moved possessively over her, spreading a wet, erotic ache between her legs. A quickening sense of need. For now, every inch of her belonged to him.

  Stealing a quick glance from the corner of her eye, she noted that the other show goers were to the left and in front of them, all completely focused on the stage, their faces turned up toward the carefully disheveled man crooning about time and women under the spotlight. She and Brian were all but invisible in their dark corner.

  His muscles rippled under her hands with every sway and soon Amber found herself unable to be good. She wanted to feel each muscle in his body flex and relax. Leaning forward at her waist, she added a sensual turn to the dance. Her hips moved against Brian’s groin as she pressed her splayed fingers down over his knees and thick calves, up the front of his legs until she felt his cock going rock hard against her ass. She leaned up, backing slightly into the pressure of its swell, swaying in a motion only a second behind Brian, letting her movement follow, teasing, inviting, until his erection was fully raised and nestled between her cheeks.

  His low groan in her ear and warm breath over her neck sent chills racing over her body. Her nipples tightened under her push-up bra and wet lust trickled down her thighs. What could they get away with here? Would he think she was crazy for getting so hot in the middle of all these people? She had to find out.

  Brian seemed to be of the same mind. One hand rubbed across her bare midriff and stole up under her top, taking a handful of lacy breast and massaging it to the beat of the music and then pulling the thin cup down to play with the tight point of her nipple, until she had to struggle to keep from moaning. The other hand, farthest from the crowd, swept circles over her hip, pulling up the filmy skirt with every turn until he had bunched it at her side. From the front or left, the excess fabric hung in deceptive folds, but at the right, his strong hand was smoothing across the taut skin below her abdomen. She quivered as his cock pulsed against her ass and his fingers teased through her small strip of pubic hair.

  His chest rose and fell quickly against her back, intensifying her excitement. The cool air circulating around the floor of the room breezed up under her skirt, chilling the wet trail where her juices dripped against her thighs.

  “Touch me,” she whispered, turning her head to speak into his ear.

  His mouth found her shoulder and teeth gently grazed the muscle as two fingers brushed over her swollen, wet folds.

  “Like that?”

  “More.”

  With expert attention, he spread her pussy lips and slid one thick finger deep inside her.

  “God you’re so wet. I want my tongue inside of you. I can still taste you and I want it again.”

  “Do I taste good?”

  He pulled his finger out of her and up to his mouth, licking up one side of it. She turned her head and licked up the other side.

  “Mmm, so good,” she said, sucking around the base of his finger so the sweet tang of her juices coated her tongue, fueling the fire building within her. Brian continued to play with her erect nipple and work his groin against her ass. To the casual observer they were lost in the rhythm of the music, two lovers dancing as one. No one the wiser. Our little secret, she thought as her heart raced. But, she wanted more. Feeling the exhilaration of risk, she pushed his hand back down to her bare skin, guided him back under her skirt, between her legs.

  His hips never stopped moving, swaying back and forth, around and again, his fingers spreading her swollen folds open, circling around her aching clit, dipping inside her, stroking along her deep crease, the pressure of his rock hard cock rubbing against her ass, all in time with the music. Her breath came in steady little pants as he worked her, dragging a gentle suction of kisses up the long line of her neck to the tiny depression behind her earlobe. />
  “I want you,” she let out in a sultry moan, feeling the tiny spasms of pleasure increasing as his fingers thrust inside of her.

  “Where?” He added a third finger to her hole, stretching her in a tease, and pressing in deep.

  She gasped as he filled her, looking around to make sure all eyes were still ahead. It was the start of a new song.

  “Here.” Pressing into his cock, she lifted the back of her long skirt so that her bare ass was hugging him through his pants.

  He groaned and ground against her, thrusting his fingers deep into her one more time before withdrawing them to paint tiny circles around her clit. He pulled away from her so her hands fit between them. She rubbed his enormous cock, wishing she could wrap her mouth around it, and then pulled the zipper down carefully. While she preferred no panties at all, Brian was a boxer man. Concentrating hard on the task at hand, while having her clit worked in relentless excess, she freed his penis and stroked him.

  “So wet.” Smearing her creamy fluids over her lips and creases with one hand, he withdrew the other from her shirt and she could feel him reaching through her legs from behind. One hand gently pinched her erect clit, making her cry out in a muffled moan of pleasure, while the other teased her opening. She was suddenly sure she’d never be able to stay quiet enough not to attract the attention of everyone around them. But it was too late to stop now. The tip of his penis rested against her ass as he played with her. She began to stroke it with a firm grasp. The hand at her hole suddenly stopped and retracted. As if connected through telepathy, she spread her legs a few inches further apart, almost coming as she did it. No one was looking. She could feel his stance change slightly and the bulging head of his cock press up between her legs to her slick hole. She tilted her pelvis back, offering herself to him, begging him to fill her.

  He started to slide in, pushing up into her slowly. She was looking forward, standing still, breathing hard, beginning to climax, when the man standing in front of her turned around, checking out the crowd. His eyes stopped on her and raked down her body in appreciation as she stood motionless, her pussy contracting wildly with Brian’s cock still sliding up into her, shielded only by the sheer fabric of her skirt. She stared at him, her controlled expression one of complete disinterest, until the stranger looked back up at the stage, and she came in an explosion around Brian’s penetrating cock.