by Harloe Rae
“Damn, baby. You’re not messing around.” I’m getting dizzy while my dick turns to stone.
“I’ve been very busy stirring, and it’s time for a break,” Raven says while her fingers dance along her collarbone.
I scrub a hand over my mouth and take in the glorious view. It’s more obvious than ever that yesterday was just a tease, a tiny taste to tide me over before the main event. She’s been hiding all these luscious curves, but the bright dome lights are highlighting every seductive line. Raven’s tits are high and perky, concealed by pink satin. Her slender waist leads to flared hips that connect to toned legs, which I want latched around me.
I bite my fist while picturing her ass. “Turn around,” rumbles from my chest. She does, and those ripe globes might be my undoing. When she bends forward slightly, I curse the string of material blocking my show. “Fuck, Raven. Not sure I’ve seen anything sexier.”
“We’ll see about that.” She faces me and unclasps her lacy bra.
I quickly glance over my shoulder. “Aren’t you worried Delilah will show up?”
“Nope. I told her we had plans. She’s out with Addy.”
“That’s good enough for me.”
I kick out of my boots while unbuckling my jeans. In a mad flurry, I’ve got my pants down and tee whipped off. I stumble in my haste, and Raven laughs. My briefs are tenting big time as I stroke up her torso. When she bites her lip and drops her bra, I get a glimpse into heaven. I almost swallow my tongue, but decide on a better purpose for it.
As I lift her against me, our mouths crash together in a tidal wave. Raven wraps her legs around my waist, climbing higher, searching for a deeper connection. Our naked chests press together and static sizzles between us. She smells like sugar and flowers, making me itch for a hit of my addiction. Raven’s scent is the strongest fucking drug, and I’m a willing addict. She moans into me when I grip her hips, grinding her against my cock.
I break away, and my gaze darts around, searching for a spot to nail Raven against. The gleaming surface next to us should do the trick. I set her sexy ass on the table and she practically leaps back into my arms.
“Holy fuck, that’s freezing,” she sputters.
I chuckle. “Hmm, I’ll warm you up real quick. Lay back, Princess.”
Raven allows me to press her down on the metal, and goosebumps break out along her skin. Her nipples pebble into pointy peaks, and my tongue wags at the temptation. I gather the only scrap of fabric still covering her. With a jerk and tear, the panties fall away. She doesn’t seem to care that they’re ruined and swivels her core toward me.
“I want you,” Raven moans while edging closer. Her yearning echoes in my ears before traveling south.
“Oh, yeah? Let’s see,” I say with lust coating my tone.
My fingers swipe through her wet slit, finding proof that stirring is a wicked form of foreplay. She’s already primed and ready to go, which is the biggest fucking turn-on. I’ve barely touched Raven, but she’s already squirming, her thighs trembling in my palms. My cock jolts with need, desperate for a turn, and ready to go off like a rocket.
She reaches for my briefs and snaps the elastic. “Take these off.”
I gladly shove the confining material down, studying Raven’s alluring features. Taking a deep breath, I try to stave off the demand already tightening in my balls. Everywhere I look appears coated in desire, which only makes shit worse.
Fuck it.
With a crinkle of foil and snap of rubber, I’m sheathed and ready. In the next beat, I’m lining up and pushing in. Her mouth hangs open on a soundless scream as I punch forward a few inches.
“Christ, you’re tight. Squeezing me like a fist, Princess,” I mumble. My thumb seeks out her clit and circles quickly, hoping to relax the stranglehold she’s got on my cock.
Raven pants, “It’s, uh, been a while. Oh, my, yes . . . far too long.”
My eyes cross as she clenches tighter around me. I yank her to the end of the counter so she needs me to keep her steady. Having that control over her makes me hungry for more.
“You like being dirty, Princess? Getting fucked at work?”
“Yessss,” she says on an exhale.
“Someone might catch me sliding deep into your pussy. You like that?”
Raven arches into me. “I do. I really do.”
After a few shallow pumps, I’m able to drive in all the way. Even through the condom, her slick heat blazes into me. Her tits bounce in rhythm with my thrusts, captivating me with each upward swing. I lean forward and suck a nipple into my mouth, biting down gently. The new sensation seems to add another level to Raven’s pleasure.
Her fingers spear into my hair as she begs. “Oh, ohhhhh, more. Please, Trey.” While slamming forward forcefully, I pull more of her silky flesh between my lips. I hit a special spot inside her, and she squeals. “You’re so big, it almost hurts.”
I’m being brutal, unable to hold back, as my body slams into hers. Raven doesn’t seem to mind. I nibble and lick across her chest before latching onto the other taut tip. Her nails dig into my triceps, and the sting feels electrifying. I decide she’s being too quiet.
I release Raven’s tender skin with a pop before catching her feverish gaze. “Give me your words, baby. I want to hear all your pleasure.”
A beautiful red hue paints her neck as she bows into my clutches. “It’s never, ah, felt like this. Oh, my Lord, this is incredible. I feel you everywhere. Please keep going. Don’t stop. Ever,” she pleads on a gasp.
“I won’t, Princess. My dick is gonna be stamped here forever. You’ll be feeling me for months,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I better be.”
“You doubting me?”
“Not sure you’re that powerful.” Raven’s taunt zaps straight to my balls, as if she’s teasing them with her mouth.
“Better be careful what you’re asking for,” I growl against her throat.
“Make me,” she replies on a groan.
Challenge accepted.
Pressure floods my groin as I hammer into her. I shove in before dragging out, again and again. Raven’s pussy cinches around me and I almost shout from the pinching pleasure. Her muscles clamp tighter as we barrel toward climax. Tingles prickle my scalp as I plunge in and pull out in a rapid beat. My pelvis rolls into hers and Raven pushes back, creating electric friction.
I toss her leg over my arm to spread her even wider. This position allows me to reach that special place hidden deep within her. She tells me when I hit it.
Raven claws at my chest. “Wh-what are you doing to me? Oh, oh, fuck. I’m gonna come, yeah, almost there,” she says.
“Give me what I want, Princess. Let me see you explode.”
I’m pounding her into the table, threatening to topple the entire thing over. Pots clatter, and one crashes to the floor. The contents splatter over my foot but I hardly notice. Fire licks up my spine as our skin slaps together with my punishing thrusts.
“Co-coming,” she wheezes. “Yes, yes, yes! Ohh, yes!” Her core muscles spasm and quake, triggering my orgasm. My release shoots forward, blasting out like a shotgun. I’m jolting into her as nonsense expletives fall from my mouth. Any ache I’ve ever felt pours out of me as raw satisfaction floods in.
I fold on top of Raven, panting like a marathon runner. “Jesus, that was something.” I can’t seem to catch my breath as ecstasy thrashes within me.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest rocks my body. “I can’t even . . . I mean, wow,” she stutters while combing through my hair. “There isn’t a definition for that.”
My pride swells with her comment. “Couldn’t agree more.” And that’s the truth. I’m committing this fuck to memory under Best Yet.
Peeling away from Raven’s sugary skin feels like a crime, but I’m sweaty as fuck. When I pull out, she whines and tightens her legs around mine. Starting at her stomach, I kiss my way up until reaching her sinful lips.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere
,” I murmur against her pout.
Raven’s hands roam along my sides. “Good because I’m not ready to leave yet. Plus, you’ve gotta help with this mess.”
I glance around, assessing the damage, and there’s definite cleaning up to do. Utensils and pans are scattered everywhere, but that’s not what catches my eye. A batch of something gooey managed to survive the assault and looks damn appetizing.
I dip a finger in the mixture before popping it into my mouth. Chocolate bursts on my tongue, and I moan. This goodness would taste even better served off Raven’s tits.
Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.
I glance at her and notice she’s watching my movements. I gather more batter and bring it to her lips. She sucks my coated finger into her mouth, swirling around like a tornado. I choke when my dick hardens so fast it’s got to be some sort of record.
Raven’s gaze gleams with suggestion as she says, “I’m not called the master baker for nothing.”
I smear frosting over her nipple before voicing the obvious. “How ‘bout another round, Princess?”
DEAL
Raven
NOT SURE I could move, even if someone paid me a million bucks. Aftershocks from my last orgasm twitch through me as I recover on the thick floor pad. This squishy rubber makes a great mattress in a moment of need. I crane my neck to glance at Trey lounging next to me, wearing nothing but a satisfied smirk.
I clear my scratchy throat. “Well, that was . . .”
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he finishes.
“You’ve got serious skills. Not sure I’ll ever be the same,” I confess.
“Fuck, yeah. My ears are still ringing from all your screaming.” He mimics my breathy voice when saying, “More, Trey. Please, harder.”
“Don’t be a cocky dick,” I laugh.
“What’s that? You want more?” He nudges against me. We’re naked and he’s still . . .
“How are you hard?” I question with a gasp.
He looks at me like the answer is clearly written on his penis. “I’m always horny. Plus, you’re smokin’ hot.”
My cheeks heat at his compliment. “Thanks, I think. You’re not so bad either.” My gaze trails from Trey’s dark hair to his scruffy jaw, down all those mouth-watering slabs of muscles lining his abdomen, and ending on that enormous—
“See something you like?”
My eyes snap up to his. “I’m totally busted, huh?”
He wags his brow. “Big time. I don’t mind though. Take your fill,” he says while humping the air.
My face bursts into flames, but I don’t back down. “Oh, I definitely am.”
“Don’t be afraid to admit it. What’s between us is combustible.”
My lips purse. “For tonight.”
Trey shakes his head. “Oh, no. I’ll need a few more times, at least. We’re just getting started, Princess.”
A knot forms in my chest as I contemplate that concept. How long can I do this without getting attached? Maybe we should make this a one-and-done deal. A strange prickle rolls up my arms as I consider ending this so quickly. I’m not sure what’s best.
He smooths the crease on my forehead. “You’re thinking way too much. This is uncomplicated fun. Nothing to worry about.”
Easy for him to say. Isn’t this type of arrangement always more difficult for women? I think of my mother, and nausea attacks my stomach. She’s had an endless list of flings while attempting to find the right man. I don’t want to be like that. What if this wrecks me for the long haul? I swallow heavily while trying not to curl into a protective ball.
I decide to follow his lead and force my muscles to relax. “Guess fooling around a bit longer won’t hurt,” I say softly.
“Exactly. I need to know what else this naughty princess has up her sleeve,” Trey muses while plucking my nipple.
I giggle and shuffle away, the tension disappearing as he shifts the mood. “Gah, no more. Pretty sure my body is in shock from all the pleasure.”
I blindly reach for my clothes and find his shirt instead. As I toss the fabric over my head and inhale his delicious woodsy cologne, another round seems like a great idea. I pull the material to my nose and breathe deeply, getting dragged into the earthy scent. When I look over, Trey is pulling up his briefs and snaps me out of the crazy hazy. Or so I thought.
As vulnerability cloaks around me again, I blurt a truth. “I’ve never, ah, done anything like this before.”
His complexion goes a little pale. “Please don’t tell me you were a—”
I hold up my palm. “No, I wasn’t a virgin, thank you very much. But I’m not very experienced. I’ve never had a random hookup and banging on the kitchen table is a tad out of my wheelhouse.”
Trey snorts. “I’d hardly consider this random. We’ve been crossing paths since you arrived. This was bound to happen.”
“And once we’re done, it’ll be hella awkward,” I mumble.
“Only if we let it be,” he says with a shrug. “When was the last time you had sex? No wait. A good, hard fuck.”
I cough at his abrupt change in topic. “Um, that’s none of your business.”
“Don’t be a prude, Princess. I’m just curious. Your dirty secrets won’t end up in the tabloids.”
I huff and shove his shoulder. “Don’t be a jerk.”
Trey chuckles. “I like that you call me out without being a bitch. It’s nice. But seriously, just tell me.”
I squint and tap my chin. “Well, there’s not much to share. The last time was months ago, maybe almost a year.” He looks shocked by that so I say, “Sex has never been that important to me. I’ve never understood why some people go so crazy for it. For me, it’s more about the emotional connection, the deeper feelings. Sex is purely physical without any intimacy attached. A few pumps, grunts, wham, bam, and it’s over. Love is more special.”
Trey blinks slowly before scrubbing a hand over his mouth. “Wow, that’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard. The lazy saps you’ve fucked deserve a swift kick to the nuts. Good sex is everything, Princess. Yes, it’s a physical act, but chemistry and passion give the motions life. It’s a full body experience. You been doing it wrong, but I’m gonna change that.”
“Excuse me?” I sputter.
“You heard me. If you think sex isn’t important, there’s something missing. The limp dicks you’ve fucked haven’t done it right.” Trey tickles up my arm before cursing. “Jesus, I can’t believe the horrible injustice you’ve been subjected to. Someone needs to take care of you and put an end to this blasphemy.”
“Oh, and this is the part where you volunteer?”
“Damn straight.”
I cover my face and groan. “You’re so ridiculous.”
Trey shifts closer. “Why? Because I want to show you the light? What happened today was the tip of the iceberg. Pretty sure you said I’ve got mad skills. Let me show you all of them.”
My pulse goes berserk thinking about all the orgasms I could have with him. “I’m honestly not sure how to respond.”
“Just say yes. Let me be your sexpert.”
“My what?”
“Your sex expert,” he clarifies. “I’ll teach you all the good stuff. I know positions that will keep you coming constantly.” My thighs clench just thinking about that. Trey notices and smirks. “Uh huh, you like the sound of that? I’ll expand your mind while exploring your body. We’ve already experimented with food, but there’s plenty more where that came from. There’s toys and games to push your boundaries . . .”
I’m getting concerned that my lady bits will spontaneously combust. “Okay, stop right there. This seems like a weird thing to plan. Can’t we just have sex and see what happens? Like normal?”
Trey circles my elbow, making the slight touch erotic. I shiver and my nipples turn into pointed peaks, poking through his shirt. I have to stop myself from moaning when he leans forward and presses soft kisses up my neck.
“Your body thinks this is a great
idea,” he whispers in my ear. Trey isn’t wrong. I’m ready to offer him whatever he wants when his fingers skim up my leg.
I manage to ask, “And what do you get out of this?”
He pulls away and stares at me with a blank expression. “Is that a serious question? I get to have sex with you.”
“With no feeling,” I mumble.
“Don’t get stuck on the fluffy shit. You’ll be feeling plenty.”
“That’s not my problem. I’m worried about getting too invested.”
Trey clucks his tongue. “Falling for me? Nah, that won’t happen. I’m an asshole, remember? No one can love me,” he says in a tone that leaves no room for argument. “But if you start heading down that path, we’ll stop. This won’t be anything serious, okay? We’ll have fantastic sex for a bit until you’re ready to move on.” He practically spits the last part out. I study his expression and find a sliver of frustration. Trey’s jaw tics as his nostrils flare. When he catches me looking, his features flatten like the aggravation was never there.
I decide to let his reaction go, for now, and bring up another concern with the sexpert thing. “Planning for sex seems odd. This entire situation makes me a tad queasy. Maybe it’s too much,” I mumble, resting on my knee.
“So, it’d be better if we spontaneously hook up when the mood strikes? Because I’m totally fine with that.”
I laugh. “You always know what to say. That does sound more natural. We’ve already discussed my satisfaction with your skills so far. And we’ve agreed to a few repeat performances. Pretty sure this topic is covered.”
“I’m glad you agree,” Trey hums.
I nod in response and silence settles in. Glancing around, I take stock of the epic disaster this place has become. Batter is dripping off the table, pots and pans are scattered on the floor, a bag of flour is ripped open, and the rest of our clothes are strewn about. It’s a hot damn mess. Pretty positive I’m not much better. Reaching up to smooth my hair, I attempt to get the madness in order. I peek over at Trey to find him watching me. My eyes focus on the ink coloring his right side. This is the first chance I’ve had to actually study it.
“Will you tell me about your tattoos?”