by Rie Warren
“Has it been a hard night for you, Handsome?” She slowly curled her palm around my still lengthening dick.
Fingers convulsing on the steering wheel, I stared unblinkingly at the road ahead instead of her hand, so fucking skillfully toying with my hardbound cock.
“You could say that.” I bit out my words.
Shy popped open the button of my jeans then eased the zipper down—torturously slowly. My abs turned to concrete. The muscles in my thighs swelled and flexed. I thought I was gonna break the steering column clean off when she’d dipped her hand down inside the tight stricture of my jeans.
I was already pumping precome.
Inhaling through my nostrils, I gritted my teeth. I pushed up as much as I could, silently begging her to take my cock out, get me off, suck me down into her wicked mouth and between her juicy lips.
She leaned in, biting my jaw.
I swore.
My foot stuttered on the gas.
“Not sure I can maneuver such a thick cock out of your pants, darlin’.” Her words melted against my shivery neck.
“Try it.”
“So I can suck it?”
“Yeah.” Taking one hand off the wheel, I helped her out.
After tugging my pants lower down my hips, I held the base of my throbbing dick and she handled the rest. The wet head rasped against the fabric, adding to the slow torture of her touch.
Finally freed from the motherfucking confines of my jeans, my fat shaft almost goddamn bounced off her chin.
She licked a long luscious slippery path up the pulsing, dripping side of my cock, circling her soft tongue around the engorged tip.
That was on Market Street.
By the time we reached East Bay, I was trying to keep my fucking come at bay when she tugged my balls out and suckled on them with sloppy slurping sounds that nearly made my eyes drift closed.
“Oh, fuck!” I shouted.
The car swerved.
I almost crossed the centerline in the road.
I almost busted my nut into Shy’s very warm, very wet mouth.
We were still a block away from her condo. My thighs shaking. My driving erratic. My breath even more erratic.
And I didn’t want to come until I could park the car, because I wanted both hands on top of her head when my cock exploded. I wanted to thrust up. I wanted to lose all control.
“Dirty enough for you?” Shy folded her fist around me, her loose hold turning the screw so hard I ached to spill all over her face.
“Yeah.” Hoarsely groaning, I twined my fingers in her hair. “I want to come.”
“How much farther?” Sending her full lips around the flared ridge of my dick, then sliding me slowly, longer, deeper into her mouth, she gurgled and moaned with me inside her throat.
My throat convulsed.
“So close.” That time I grunted like a fucking animal, coarse need pounding from my groin.
Holding off from full-on face-fucking Shy that last block, I managed to hit the garage door button, pull into one of her reserved spots, and put the car into park just before I stuffed both hands into her hair and jerked up into her mouth.
Long jets of come boiled from my balls, splashed the inside of her mouth, drizzled down her throat.
I held her to me, rougher than I’d ever been, but I was too overcome to dial it down.
Shy kept her head in my lap. She kept her mouth on me. She kept pumping me. Swallowing and . . . ahhh . . . moaning as my semen coated the inside of her mouth.
“You taste like pure sex.” Her face was shiny, her lips lush, her voice smoky when she rose off me.
Already primed and ready to go again, I beat my head against the seat rest.
Then Shy launched herself at me, kissing me with the deepest greediest lunges of her tongue.
Primed and ready again.
Forcing her back through sheer will alone, I tucked my dick back in, zipped up, and got out of the car.
True to her upbringing, Shy waited for me help her out.
She flashed even more panty when I took her hand and drew her up.
“One more kiss like that and I’ll fuck you in the elevator,” I warned.
“Promise?” She eased her hand into mine.
“Oh yeah.” I pulled her into the elevator with me. “But I’ve got somethin’ else in mind tonight.”
****
Shy had taken off her prosthetic and the wig, and I’d broken out the massage oils.
In the kitchen.
Unorthodox?
Maybe.
But I was all about breaking through the last of Shy’s reservations.
I also broke out the champagne. Of beers. Making her laugh when I opened two bottles of Miller High Life.
“Big spender.” She clinked her bottle to mine, and it foamed over.
“You know it.”
I watched her swallow the watery-tasting beer, and took a glug of my own. Then I set her bottle aside with mine.
“What are you doing?” She asked when I turned her around and began unzipping her dress that took sexy to an extreme new level.
“Getting you naked.” Kissing a slow hot path up the side of her neck, I slid the dress over her shoulders.
As it pooled at her hips, I dragged a knuckle down the center of her back, and goose bumps rose along her fine, soft skin.
I kissed the other side of her neck, and she braced both hands on the edge of the table she leaned against.
Reaching in front, I scraped my palms across her stomach and down, down with the dress that slipped to the floor. The bra followed after I flicked it open and eased it from her arms.
I swept my hands up from her waist to cup and squeeze the firm warm orbs of bouncy flesh.
Her nipples tightened.
She moaned.
Smiling against the small of her back when I dropped to my knees, I eased her thong off. And when I stood, I pulled her back so she felt my hard cock nestled against her.
That was when she started panting and rubbing against me.
“Not so fast.” I grazed my tongue against her earlobe before following the small curve up to her edgy bar piercing.
I scooped up one of the bottles of massage oil, still resting against her from behind.
While I warmed the lightly perfumed oil between my hands, she asked, “Is that doctor approved?”
I bit her on the shoulder then smoothed the sting away with several long slow licks. “Handsome approved, and that’s all you need to think about right now.”
With my palms filled with the oil, I set them at the undersides of her tits.
“Ohhh . . . But . . . but . . . in the kitchen?” She sounded unsure, but she rolled her breasts forward to settle them deeply into my hands.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Rode Her Hard
YEAH. SHY WAS GETTING more and more turned on.
Withdrawing slightly, making sure she remained steady, I said, “Good point.”
Quickly stalking away after telling her to stay put, I whipped off my shirt.
She wolf-whistled at my retreating back.
Tonight I was gonna fuck the shy right out of Shy.
I returned with a big fluffy towel, which I flipped open so it draped over the table. Then I lifted her up. And when I arranged her exactly the way I wanted—spread out perfectly on the tabletop—she traced and touched as much of my torso as she could get at.
With one lone finger, she tracked the line of dark brown hair that reached from the middle of my abs down to the waist of my jeans.
I pulled back.
She pouted.
I kissed that sexy pout until she reclined fully then I began my work. I drizzled long lines of oil over her gorgeous naked body, my smile turning into a lusty sneer when she hissed in a tight breath that made her tits perk up even higher on her chest.
The oil spread, leaving glossy trails from her neck, along her breasts, into her cleavage, and down her belly. I repeated the same motions with the o
il from her shoulders down her arms, never touching her with my hands.
Shy was shiny. She slowly rotated her hips, her thighs rubbing together.
With the bottle held higher, I coated her right leg first then her left.
Her eyes flashed open when I set the bottle down. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I applied the gentlest touch to the place where her leg ended.
I knew she wasn’t used to someone touching her there. Not even me, no matter how many times I’d made it clear I loved every part of her, inside and out.
She tried to pull back.
I wouldn’t let her.
And I wasn’t turning the lights off, either.
“This isn’t therapy, Shy.” I massaged in light motions—not to soothe her but to turn her on. “Just need my hands on you.”
She swallowed loudly, nodded hesitantly.
As a reward, I bent over her and licked from her little hooded clit up to her belly button.
Her legs spread wider.
With my fingers stroking from her knee to the inside of her thigh, I teased her skin and only just brushed my fingertips against her swelling pussy lips.
My cock had thickened into an aching throbbing length, but that sonuvabitch was getting ignored for now because this was too good.
Leaving Shy panting with each breath, I moved onto her other leg where I started at her foot.
She giggled and jumped when I ran a finger along the soft sole.
“Ticklish?” I grinned.
“Yes.” Her breath rushed out between moist parted lips.
I skimmed my palms up her entire leg, my rough touch eased by the glistening oil. Once more I only swept my fingertips against the edge of her pouty little cunt.
Her legs opened farther again.
And I saw her pussy, untouched by the oil but coated and shiny with her own juice.
Bending over, I bit her on the hip and squeezed both upper thighs in my hands, my thumbs centering on the crease of her cunt for no more than an instant.
“Uh uh uh uh.” She moaned, her breath stuttering out of her.
Leaving the most aching, the most wet part of her virtually untouched, I drew small slippery circles all over her trembling belly, now and then—never in any predictable pattern—nudging her beaded clit or sweeping across her labia.
Each time I touched her pussy she tried to thrust up for more contact.
And each time I laughed—an increasingly deep and sexual sound.
I caressed both her arms and slowly worked over her shoulders. Shy turned her face, her eyes closed, her lips open. She unerringly found the big hard bulge straining the front of my pants with her mouth honing in.
She never opened her eyes as she licked at my covered cock, following the heaviest vein to the fat hot head pushing out copious amounts of precome. She must have sensed it through the fabric, because she moaned louder. She lapped faster.
Jesus fucking Christ. I was leaking through my goddamn pants.
I pulled back roughly when my cock started jerking dangerously.
Shy’s eyes slit open. “Please. I want to suck it.”
“No.” I clenched my jaw. “You already did. My turn.”
I didn’t know if I’d be able to get my cock back in check. My breath was ragged and rushed. My hands, balling and unballing. I tensed all the muscles in my groin only to release one long exhale when the need to unzip and unload on her, in her mouth, all over her face, finally passed.
“Uh oh. Did I almost make you come?” One side of her lush lips curled up.
Leaning over her, I kissed away her smirk, lunging my tongue furiously inside her mouth.
“Behave.” I grunted and pulled back.
Going for the bottle of oil again, I went directly for her firm perky tits with the small dark pink nipples. I splashed the wetness liberally until her heaving breasts were absolutely shockingly doused and shiny. The need to come came back full force in a nanosecond. She was nothing short of a wet, wet dream.
Holy. Fuck.
I couldn’t tease her anymore. I was making myself fucking crazy for her body.
I attacked her tits. Pushing them together so they created a squelching sound. Palming them in a rugged grip. Twisting her nipples until the color darkened even more. Pulling on those tips until the globes were taut before letting them snap out of my hands. Going after her shiny breasts with my mouth.
Biting.
Nipping.
Licking.
Sucking.
“Oh fuck. Yes!” Shy’s back came entirely off the table.
“Feels good?” I murmured around the mouthful of flesh I feasted on.
Incoherent keening sounds fell from her lips. Later I’d have her screaming.
Maybe I needed that right now.
I didn’t need any oil for her cunt. Hell no. She was on fucking fire for me down there. I plunged one finger deep in a rough thrust and toyed with the side of her clit, pulling the sensitive nub in and out of the hood.
“Comfortable?” I asked, standing with my face inches from her creaming cunt.
“I can’t feel anything but your hands and my body.” Shy replied between soft whimpers.
She twisted and arched for me.
She was getting wet. Really wet.
“Where did you . . . ahhhh!” she screamed.
Cupping her with my entire hand, my fingers glided up her swollen soaking cunt flesh while I continued to drill inside her.
“Where did I?” I asked, taking a pert nipple into my mouth.
“Learn to do this?” Panting, she rotated her hips.
I sank two fingers deeper. “Porn.”
Swear to fuck I was about to spontaneously bust.
Especially when Shy heard my answer and she clenched down. Hard. Almost trapping my fingers inside her cunt.
“Porn?” she asked in a high-pitched whimper that ended in a long moan.
“What?” A dark chuckle thundered from my chest.
I felt her reaction.
She was ready to come.
“I’m a red-blooded male, Shy. Haven’t you watched porn?”
Her eyelashes flickered.
Her body tightened.
Her hips bucked.
“No. Not”—she stopped when I slapped the heel of my palm against her sopping pussy, almost taking her to the edge of no return—“not really,” she breathed out.
“Putting that on the bucket list. Watch it together and”—using one hand I quickly unzipped my pants. I hauled out my heavy cock and immediately fed it into her hand—“then you can watch me jerk off for you.”
Shy threw her head back, and I rammed three fingers into her clenching cunt at the exact moment she went over the precipice with a strangled moan then a muffled scream.
I fingered her right through it. “Guess you’re into voyeurism then.”
“Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod!” Her cunt was flooded.
Bending over her, I swiped my tongue across her lips. “How ’bout exhibitionism? Want me stuff you full of my cock someplace public?”
She thrashed again, another orgasm rocking through her.
“Yeah.” My breathing was out of control, and I was too close to tripping over the edge. “I’m getting naked right now. Jesus, Shy. You are fucking hot for it.”
I ripped off my jeans and stood there with my chest heaving.
Her hazy eyes slid open, then they widened when she saw the state of my cock.
Longer and thicker than ever. Fucking felt like I’d grown another two inches long.
Before I lost it completely, I gently rolled her onto her front side.
“More?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. More.” That time my touches were deeper, and after I poured the oil all over her, I got whole-body about it.
My whole body. On top of hers.
“Tell me if I’m too heavy.” I grunted thickly, grinding my meaty cock against the slippery soft globes of her ass.
She gasped.
I lowered m
y upper body onto her back, locking my compacted muscles, greedy for the contact of her softer smaller frame against the bigger hardness of mine.
Flexing and sliding and grinding against one another, our gasps and groans, the high moans and hoarse grunts, pulled us together.
“I think I like you all wet and slippery.”
“You don’t need massage oil to get me that way.”
My raw laugh rumbled out, rife with need. “Sassy.”
Then my cock slipped from the tempting cleft of her ass to settle along the wet melting heat of her cunt, and I drew back with a groan.
“Bed?” Shy glanced over her shoulder at me.
Still naked. Still glistening. Still on the kitchen table when I slowly climbed off to stand beside it.
“Yeah. What about it?” I began pulling on the towel while Shy flipped onto her back.
“Well . . . it’s . . . what are you doing?”
When her legs finally draped over the edge of the table, I tugged Shy to sitting.
“The bed is for sleeping. Making love. Cuddling. But we can fuck anywhere. As you proved earlier in the car.” I spread her thighs as wide as I could, and towed her until she was balanced on the very lip of the table.
“But—”
“I’m just making myself comfortable so I can eat you out.” I drew up a chair, sat in it, and glanced along Shy’s body from my position between her legs. “On the table. ’Cause that’s where I wanna do my eating tonight.”
“But . . .” Her head tipped back when I licked her cherry red so-sweet center. “OHHH!”
Yeah. Shy was done making excuses.
Damn, she was done talking altogether.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Put Her Up Wet
TAKING A HARD CLASP on Shy’s hips, I swiped my mouth all around her juicy pussy, preparing her for the sexual onslaught to come. I ate her out like never before, sometimes growling against her, sometimes mumbling indistinct words against her wet flesh.
My tongue dipped in and out of her hole. I teased the soft pulsating entrance. I danced up to the pearl of her clit, flattening it then racing circles around it. Spreading her open with my fingers, I attached my lips to her, just drinking her in, the most intoxicating sounds in the world coming from her wailing mouth, revving my engine harder.