Matched

by S. E. Lund

  "I want to suck your clit," I say, looking up into her eyes. Her face flushes with desire at that and I know I've struck gold. She loves it when I tell her what I want to do to her. She likes dirty talk. "Then," I add, narrowing my eyes. "I'm going to lick your slit and fuck you with my tongue until you come all over it."

  "You can do anything you want to me," she says in a breathy voice.

  "Oh, I can and I will," I reply. Then I slide her panties off, down over her curvaceous hips to the floor and she steps out of them. Now, she's gloriously naked except for her heels. When she bends down to take one off, I stop her.

  "No, keep them on. I like the way you look in them. Like sex on legs."

  She smiles, and complies with my demand. I stand and kiss her, then turn her around so that she leans against the back of the sofa and I kneel before her once more and lift her thigh and rest it on my shoulder. Her pussy is right in my face and I spread her so that I can see her slit and her clit, her lips open for me. I lick slowly, starting as low as I can until I feel her hard clit against my tongue. She groans in response and so I keep licking her, circling her clit with my tongue, not touching it directly just yet. I'll make her beg.

  She tries to press her pussy against my mouth in her need, but I deny her. "Not yet," I say and slip a finger and then two inside of her warm wetness, her silky flesh hot and ready for me. I reach up and feel that ridge of flesh and stroke while I lick her, each time avoiding direct contact on her clit. I know that will drive her wild.

  "Oh, God," she moans, her eyes closed and her body tense.

  "What do you want?" I ask, wanting to force her to say the words. "Tell me and I'll do it."

  "Lick me," she murmurs.

  I do, licking her but still avoiding her clit. I run the tip of my tongue on either side of the bud, denying her contact and she moans once more, moving her hips wantonly. My dick is hard and straining against the towel and I can't wait to plunge it into her deeply when I make her come again, but this time, I want her coming on my tongue. So, I build her up as long as I can, before, finally, I push her back onto the sofa, and spread her thighs wide. I suck her clit hard, tonguing it, pressing against it, and I can tell she's close.

  "Tell me when you're going to come," I say and keep up the motions inside her with my fingers stroking her G-spot, my tongue finally stroking her clit. Then she tenses.

  Before she can say it, I know she's ready and so I pull my fingers out of her body and ram my tongue inside her, my thumb on her clit and that does it. She spasms, her cunt tightening around my tongue, throbbing as she climaxes.

  "Oh, God, oh God, oh, God," she cries, exhaling deeply while I thrust my tongue in and out.

  "Stop, stop," she pleads when it becomes too much, pushing my head away. I do, slowing my motions until she's lying beneath me, her body quivering from pleasure overload.

  I rise and lean over her, kissing her, and she's almost drunk on her orgasm, her eyes half-lidded.

  Good.

  Just the way I like her. Wet and ready for me.

  "Now I'm going to fuck you and make you come again," I say, catching her eye.

  "You think I'm going to say no?" she replies, a cheeky expression on her face.

  "Not for a moment," I reply and kiss her again. "But first, I want you on your knees."

  She smiles and I help her up, turn her around and now it's her turn to pleasure me. She doesn't disappoint. She slides deliberately slowly down, her hands stroking over my shoulders and chest and while she's kneeling, she removes my towel and my cock springs loose, so that it's directly in front of her face.

  It throbs, and precum leaks out of the tip.

  Smiling up at me, she takes my shaft in her hand and then carefully and very deliberately, she licks the head, licks my fluid off the tip so that I can see it on her tongue. That makes me even harder, if possible, as she tastes me.

  "Oh, fuck," I groan while she takes the head in her mouth and runs her tongue around the crown, sucking while she pulls off with a delicious pop. "Suck me," I demand, thrusting my hips forward.

  She takes me in her mouth and then in deeper, as deep as she can until she gags just a bit, before pulling off. She strokes me while she sucks the head and she's good. She's very good. I'd like to fuck her mouth like this and come with her lips around me, but I want to watch her come on my cock like she did before.

  When I feel close to my own climax, I stop her, panting with lust.

  "I want to fuck you until you come," I say, and now I take her to my bed, pulling her behind me. She's still wearing her heels and looks delicious as I push her back onto the mattress. She climbs up higher and I position her so her hips are on the edge. I play with her for a while, squeezing her breast, sucking her nipples, then I run my tongue down her belly to her mound, flicking her clit after I've spread her thighs wide.

  "You're so nice and wet for me," I say, stroking her slit with one finger, slipping it inside her. "I'm going to fuck you hard."

  Before I do, I lick her to build her up again, and stroke her with my fingers deep inside. I suck her clit and it doesn't take long before she's squirming again beneath me.

  I pull away and lean over to the bedside table, removing a condom. I rip the foil packet with my teeth and unroll it over the head of my cock. Then I use my cock to tease her pussy, sliding it over her wetness, pushing inside just an inch before pulling out and stroking her clit with the head.

  When she's breathing hard and her eyes close, I know she's close so I push inside all the way and she groans in response.

  I stand with my cock buried inside of her and just enjoy the sight of her lying beneath me, her thighs spread wide, her heels in the air, her breasts flushed and her nipples hard.

  God, I love the way she looks like right now…

  My thumb on her clit, I start to thrust, slow at first and then faster, circling her clit with my thumb to keep up the stimulation.

  "Tell me when you're going to come," I say.

  She nods, but she's lost in her world of pleasure, her mouth open.

  I pump harder, and reposition her to get maximum friction, and then she starts to pant.

  "I'm there," she says in a strangled voice. "I'm coming…"

  I watch her body as she comes, her belly tensing, her nipples hardening into tiny buds, her eyes half-lidded.

  "Oh, God," she cries out and I feel her body squeezing rhythmically around my cock as she comes.

  I pump harder, faster, and then I'm there as well and I plunge in deep with each spasm as I ejaculate, almost blinded with pleasure as I do.

  Finally, I collapse against her, my face beside hers and we're both panting, catching our breath.

  "Oh, fuck, that was good."

  I remain with my arms on either side of her shoulders and watch her for a moment while my cock slowly deflates. I kiss her when she finally opens her eyes and meets mine.

  "You decided not to fight it anymore?"

  She nods. "I want you. I'll take what I can get."

  "You got all of me," I say. "Every inch." I flex my cock, and she smiles in response, giggling just a bit the way I love.

  "They're considerable inches," she replies.

  "I'm no slouch in the inches department," I say and kiss her neck, unable to stop smiling.

  Finally, I grab hold of the condom and pull out of her completely, then remove the condom, tie it off and throw it into the trash can beside the bed.

  I lie back on top of her and we kiss. Just a tender kiss, to reconnect with her after pulling away.

  "So, was it as good as it looked?"

  She smiles, her eyes closed. "You need to ask?"

  "No, but I like to hear you say it. It's motivational."

  She opens her eyes. "It was better than it looked. You can do that anytime and anywhere you want."

  I smile. "Is that a promise?"

  She smiles back at me and closes her eyes once more, running her fingers through her long hair. "Anytime and anywhere. I'm serious.
I'm your sex slave if you keep doing that."

  "I'll make you live up to that promise," I say. "I happen to like the idea of you being my sex slave. I'll fuck you in the executive bathroom at work. I'll fuck you in the back of my SUV in the parking lot. I'll have you sit on my face in my office and make you come on my tongue in the middle of the day."

  "You can do whatever you want with my body, if you make me come like that."

  "I will," I say. "No questions asked, though. No hesitation."

  She opens her eyes and then there's a moment of something – if not hesitation, at least intrigue. "What will happen if I hesitate?"

  I shrug and lick her nipple. "Maybe I’ll deny you an orgasm but still take mine."

  "That wouldn't be very nice."

  "It would teach you a lesson, though. No hesitation."

  She smiles. "I won't. I like the idea of you telling me what to do and when to do it."

  "You get off on a bit of dominance and submission?"

  "A bit, yes."

  I nod, but don't say anything. I enjoy taking control and while I know we're complete equals outside the bedroom, in terms of sex, I'll be the one to decide when and where and how.

  Suits me perfectly.

  Some women just want to give up control during sex so they can do things they never imagined doing before. They want and need the license to feel pleasure in ways they think might be too dirty or risqué.

  I'm the kind of man who likes to take them there.

  India in particular.

  The thought of having India under my control sexually makes me semi-hard again, a pleasant throb in my dick.

  "Looks like I'm going to have to fuck you again," I say, and press my now-thickening erection against her belly.

  So I do.

  "I don't know if I can come again," she says in meek protest.

  "Okay," I say. "Let me use your body. I want to."

  "Please do. How do you want me?" she asks, pleased to be ordered around.

  "On your hands and knees."

  She complies, and I rub her buttocks before sliding on another condom, then I fuck her from behind like I promised. But that's not enough for me. I want her to come again too.

  After a considerable number of position changes, sucking her nipples and clit again, and after fucking her in every possible position, she cries out with pleasure once more and I'm right there behind her, grunting like an animal when I come, my pleasure so intense that I can barely see.

  She's mine.

  Her body is mine. Her cunt is mine. Her pussy is mine. If she thought she could go back to the way we were before I kissed her that night after her bad date with Pencil Neck she was wrong.

  We can't ever go back.

  After we've both recovered sufficiently, I remove my condom, and this time, I lie back on top of her and I'm exhausted. I really have no more strength after my run and fucking her twice.

  "I should get up," she says. "I need to pee."

  "You're staying the night," I say and it's not a request. It's an order.

  "Maybe I better not," she replies. "I'm going to see my mom tomorrow morning for breakfast early."

  "Nope," I say and hold her down when she squirms. "You said I could be in control and fuck you when and where I want, and I want to fuck you first thing in the morning. You have to stay."

  "Jon," she says, but she's smiling and I know she doesn't really want to leave.

  "India," I say back. "You promised me anytime and anywhere. I want to eat you until you come at least once in the morning, and then I want to fuck you until you come again. How does that sound?"

  She closes her eyes. "It sounds wonderful, but now, I have to pee."

  Finally, I let her up and she goes to the bathroom. When she returns, we embrace and lie in the darkness.

  With thoughts of her coming under my tongue, I fall asleep, my arms around her body.

  Chapter 15

  INDIA

  Jon comes through on his promise.

  The next morning, he wakes me up with roving hands that slide up and down my body, squeezing my breasts and pressing his morning erection against my butt. I smile to myself and turn over, and he has this gleam in his eyes that promises so much…

  He really is very good at this. I guess all that practice does make perfect.

  I stiff-arm him when he tries to kiss me. "You have to let me brush my teeth first."

  "All right," he says with a laugh. "Women…"

  I escape his arms and grab my bag. I've thought ahead and have squirreled away a fresh pair of undies and a toothbrush in it so I can avoid the dreaded morning breath, and be able to go straight to the hospital when I want to.

  Jon follows me into the bathroom and brushes his teeth as well. The two of us stand side by side and brush our teeth and it amuses me that we're both naked. He's definitely interested, his cock – his very ample cock – stiffening while he stands beside me. His eyes move over my body and I know he's already planning how he'll take me and make me come several times before I can leave.

  That's fine with me.

  I finish brushing and then rinse, before standing in wait while he finishes. He rinses and spits, then grabs me, and I can't help but giggle when he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.

  "Hey," he says, in mock protest. "No laughing. Only moans and groans of pleasure from now on."

  "I like laughing." I wrap my arms around his neck and sigh when he starts to lick my neck, his tongue moving in small circles, making me think of where else I want that tongue to be.

  He pulls me into the shower – a two-person version with amazing shower heads on the ceiling and walls. After the water starts, we stand beneath its soft warm stream and get wet, then he starts to lather me up, his hands soapy. "Let me do you first, then you can do me."

  "Okay," I say and close my eyes when he begins to wash me, his soap-slick hands moving over my body, my shoulders, my breasts, and then down between my thighs and buttocks. His fingers linger between my thighs, stroking me, working me up and then he takes the shower head off the wall and rinses me off.

  When he's done washing me, I wash him, following the same pattern, spending time on his nice thick erection and balls. He leans against the wall with me between his outspread arms, his eyes on mine as I stroke him.

  "That's enough," he says, his voice thick and throaty with lust. I rinse him off and then we stand together in the shower stall, the warm water pouring down over his back. He kneels and lifts one of my thighs over his shoulder and does what he promised, making me come the first time with his mouth. When I'm finished, he shuts off the water, slips on a condom he removes from a drawer in the vanity and fucks me while we're still in the shower. By the time we're both finished, panting from the force of our orgasms, my fingers and toes are all wrinkled.

  We dry each other off and it's tender and wordless.

  Then, when we're both dry, Jon pulls me into his arms and kisses me, and his kiss is equally tender rather than needy, the way it was before we fucked.

  "I could get used to this," he says, his mouth against my neck. "Like every day and night."

  "My skin would stay permanently pruney."

  He laughs and pulls me more tightly against his body and we rock together, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together.

  "Time to go back to the real world," I say and kiss him briefly before pulling out of his arms. "I want to go and see my mom."

  "Okay," he says. "I'll let you go, but you have to know that when you step foot into my apartment, you're mine. You do what I say when I say it. You take your clothes off when I tell you and you spread those delicious thighs when I tell you."

  "Your wish is my command," I say playfully. "I hope you'll give me a break now and then to come up for air and for food."

  Jon laughs. "I'll cook you dinner tonight so don't worry about going hungry."

  "Sounds perfect."

  I get dressed and so does Jon, the two of us pulling on clothes and talk
ing about the upcoming business meeting we have with one of our suppliers. We're thinking of ramping up production on one of our drones, so we need more parts and we're sourcing more if our current supplier can't keep up.

  When I'm finished dressing, I grab my bag and go to the front door.

  Jon stops me, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me against his hips.

  "Will you be in at work this afternoon?"

  "I have lunch with Marina and a friend from Stanford, but afterward."

  "You really should tell Marina about us."

  I shake my head. "I don't need the aggravation."

  "She'll find out from someone at work."

  "I won't invite her to any of our work functions."

  "She's going to keep trying to match you with a new date," Jon says, frowning.

  "I'll humor her. I said I'd help her with the app and I will. Maybe I'll help her re-design the questionnaire. She really has to think twice about moving forward with it if she failed to match either of us using it."

  Jon kisses me. "It's up to you. I think you should tell her and tell her to accept it or shut the fuck up, but that's just me."

  "She's my best friend, Jon."

  "I thought I was your best friend," he says with a big fake pout that's only half-joking.

  "You're my best male friend and my lover," I say. "A woman needs a best girlfriend to survive. I need Marina. She keeps me sane."

  Jon nods, but I can tell he doesn't really believe it. I know he thinks she has far too much influence over me, but that's just because Marina doesn't really like Jon and doesn't want us together.

  She's going to have to deal.

  They're both just going to have to accept that the other person is important to me, and just chill.

  I kiss Jon once more and then leave, taking the stairs to the front entrance and out into the clear, bright morning.

  I breath in deeply, enjoying the morning, then take my car to the hospital to see my mom.

  She's doing much better when I arrive and had a good night. She's even sitting up in bed, eating her snack of a cup of tea and a muffin. It's good to see her improving enough that she can sit up by herself.