“You good?” I checked in.
Her breathing was deep and stuttering. “Yep ... yep.” It sounded more like a battle cry.
“Just relax, Kylie. This is the fun part.” I kissed the velvet soft folds of her vagina, and she stopped breathing altogether.
Wow, she really was nothing like the media portrayed. Part of my reason for inviting her was to get a little piece of the skinny androgynous playgirl that had both men and women hot in the groin. The quivering flower before me, though ... she needed delicate handling and a lot of care. Certainly not what the product looked like on the box.
Because of this, I took it very slowly. I used my fingers to play with her, smoothing them over her sensitive skin back and forth as I lapped at her center. When I had gotten everything going, I stopped. She gasped for air while I spread her lips open and blew my warm breath over the opening to her pretty pussy. My reason for doing this was to stretch her out a little … I was going to be a lot for her to take on.
“Oh.” She bucked forward. “Mmmm.” There it was, the beginnings of her first orgasm of the evening.
I gently prodded her flesh with my fingers and tongue until I found the tiny little nub housed behind its hood. As soon as I sucked it into my mouth, her legs shot up and she mewled into the air. One finger into her sweet little hole and she was ready to quiver and cum. I put a second in for good measure and nibbled on her clit. That was all she needed. She bucked, tightened, and cried out as I tasted the savory sweetness of her release.
Her skin flushed red, and tiny chicken skin raised upon her arms, legs, and belly. I kissed my way across her beautiful terrain, and when I reached her mouth, I claimed it hard, diving my tongue into her as I soon would with my cock.
“How do you taste?” I asked as I broke apart from her for a moment.
“Not as good as the turkey.” She screwed her cute face into a frown.
“Hmm, too bad. I thought it tasted better.” I kissed her cheek as I rolled on my back and took my pants the rest of the way off.
I never bothered to button them, so I slid them off, and there it was rising to the sky hard and proud. I’d been sporting a pretty impressive boner since the bar. She glanced down at me and gasped.
“Holy hell, Alec.” She sat up on her arms. “What are your parents, Burmese pythons?”
“Yeah, about that. So ... I’ve had this bad boy my whole life, and it’s worked just fine every time, no need to worry, but maybe you should come on over here and get acquainted.
I scooted in closer to her and presented my cock for her to return the oral favor. “You do like to give head right? Considering you just unleashed the dam just a few minutes ago when I was downstairs. I was hoping you two would spend some quality time together.” I reached down and swirled my fingers around her pussy to get her revved up again.
“Sure.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “Let’s see what you’ve got there.” She positioned her body so that she was lying next to me and leaning over my erection, and when she put her mouth on my bulbous head, her fingers gently danced over my shaft.
Her movements were tentative at first, but every single warm lap of her tongue was like pinpricks of pleasure exploding my entire body. It had been a long time since a few flicks of someone’s tongue had done that to me.
Chapter 7
Kylie
He was huge, freaking scary huge. I didn’t want to act like a tool, but there was no way that bad boy was going to be doing any kind of excavating in my cavern. I figured I’d better give the BJ of a lifetime. I was fine not going for the whole enchilada because that monster was hulking.
It wasn’t so much thick, but girthy and long, impossibly long ... I could see why he propositioned me after only a few minutes at the bar; I could only imagine that his cock took up much of his time. I worked my lips over his velvet steel and enjoyed his little mewls and grunts when I hit a sensitive spot. It made me want to work harder and smarter. I sucked while diddling my tongue on his slit, and that got a hand in my hair pressing me forward.
I would have hated the gesture, but it was coupled with a pathetic yelp that made me know he was only acting out of feral instinct. I did my best to take him down my throat, but there was no possible way ... so I worked my hands, my tongue, and used my human hoover skills to bring him right on the brink. He bucked and shuddered as driblets of pre-cum coated my tongue.
“Good, good, wow ... okay. Up you go.” He gathered me up to face him, pulling me up to his mouth.
His tongue was ardent and demanding. My heart raced, and I had to gasp between kisses for air. It was a little frantic, a little scary, but very erotic. At the same time, his hardness slowly and methodically pulsed up and down over my belly until we fell into the rhythm of erotic dance.
His fingers soon found my center again and danced on my clit until the nub peeked its head out and wanted to play. Then with a little more force than I was expecting, he pinched it and sent me rocketing to the moon. During that spike of ecstasy, he smoothed the slick and bulbous head of his cock over my pussy, back and forth in the same hypnotically rhythmic strokes.
“Are you sure,” I came up for air, “we should do this?” I wiggled on him offering big, wide puppy eyes. “I need to be able to walk the runway on Saturday.”
His laughter heated my ear. “Four days is plenty of time to recover.”
I dropped my head to his shoulder and groaned as he continued to stroke himself over my dripping wet core.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice …” he added. “Very nice.” His fingers punctuated his statement by diving into me and sending another bolt of lightning right through the middle of my body.
I arched my back, and his mouth caught mine as I felt the tip of his cock slide into me.
“Just focus on me,” he said as he directed my chin to his face. “Eyes on me.” He kissed me again as he slowly pressed into me.
My whole body just opened up like a lotus flower and took him ... all of him, in slow agonizing inch by inch. The pain ringed with pleasure, and I found myself getting more and more slick with my own incredible arousal. My hips decided it was a party they needed to be invited to and started grinding down on him in tiny thrusts and pulses. With the two of our best efforts, he announced after much less time than I thought it would take that he was in.
“Ha, and you thought it couldn’t be done,” he teased.
“Arhhh ahh.” I had nothing to give him.
My body was stretched to its breaking point, and yet, not. I loved feeling him inside of me. I wasn’t a submissive person, but it was hard not to get hot being entirely, completely, and irrevocably filled with Alec Blair. He was, at that moment, my entire focus and comprised every imaginable spot in my world. He owned me with completeness I’d never known.
I expected him to be snide and commanding like, ‘There you go girl ... you took all of me,’ but he was remarkably gentle.
“Okay, Kylie.” He kissed my cheek and forehead, which I hadn’t realized was beaded with perspiration. “I’m not going to move until the color comes back to your face.” Again, another kiss to my cheek and one on my nose. “You are so beautiful.” I didn’t quite hear him as his words were drowned out by him ... all of him, just the himness of him.
His tall body dwarfed mine, his muscles were taut and warm, his cock was my entire universe as it became the center of my very being, and yet his kisses and soft words ... there was the human I was looking for.
“You move on me when you’re ready.” He spoke into my neck as his mouth wet circles around the sensitive skin.
When my mind came down from the ceiling and I could focus on something that wasn’t just him, I made a tiny effort to move my body to see what I could do with it. Much to my great joy, everything was good. Nice ... just full, but I loved the way his veins ignited me from the inside.
“I’m good.” I smiled at him, proud of our work. “So ... good.” I kissed his neck and up to his chin and the scruff of hair that pricked
my lips.
“Okay ... hold on.” His smile was the Devil again.
“What? Wait!” I held his shoulders as he started the slow grinding dance again. This time instead of keeping steady, his movement grew in intensity, and soon my mind was splintering and blowing as his body rocked hard, deeper and deeper into mine. He rolled us over so that I was on my back and lay in hard as his hips dug himself deeper, and again everything was Alec Blair.
Every breath I took, the smells, the feelings, my heart, my soul, every piece of me was him as he slowed and sped up, dove deeper and pulled out only to press himself in again. Instinctively, my pussy sucked his cock with my Kegel muscles massaging him, taming his invasion.
“What the hell, Kylie,” his enthralled voice rang out in the air. “God, you are so tight and wow ... wow …” Good, I’d reduced him to a blathering mess.
Served him right sticking that big ol’ thing in me and blasting my world apart. A little of his own torture was definitely due. Though at that point, matching his sexual prowess was not at the forefront of my consciousness, no, the tightening knot in my belly that had a dragline attached to my vagina was the only thing I had going on in that very instant.
My vagina was twirling and whirling and making herself drunk on his thrusts and pulls. So, when he leaned his entire body weight into me with a groan that said he was about to reach heaven, I did the same. My legs curled around his back, and I pressed up into the place where there was absolutely no more space. It was he and I only, the last two people in the world when I shuddered and bucked on him hard, spasming with a climax so intense I thought I might pass out. I came, and he did the same.
He grunted and growled and bore down as I felt hotness pulse out of him. His body did all the work as he gently convulsed one load after the other into me, having no more control over his body than I did mine. When he was done, he slowly pulled out of me, taking most of my vagina with him. When he was gone, I felt empty.
“Holy fucking hell …” he whispered as he drew me up closer.
I still wasn’t ready to talk. Everything on me was buzzing and heavy. I couldn’t find myself after I’d been so lost in him. I’d had sex with two men before, one was a good lover, did his thing, made me cum, but Alec ... wow. All we really had was sex. I came to his home only for this moment as I had no idea who was behind the man on the cover of Forbes magazine.
Yet having sex with him was so intimate, so intense ... it overwhelmed me. I found it hard as I laid there swirling in the afterglow trying to remain detached, unaffected—just fucking for the night. I didn’t want to cry. I held it in so hard I bit my lip and stopped breathing, but it didn’t help. I felt the bed move as he turned to face me, perhaps sensing the change in my breathing.
“Are you okay?” He sounded genuine ... loving.
“I ... I …” Damn those fucking tears.
“Woah.” hHs finger traced the first tear to fall and wiped it away. “What’s this? Did I hurt you? Did I ... are you scared?” He seemed genuinely confused.
“No, I’m okay ... I’m ... it’s just ... intense. So …” I couldn’t hold them back; they came and were almost sobs.
I expected him to stiffen and start his slow climb, to ‘I think it’s time we call it a night.’ I mean we fucked right? That was the goal. Fuck, one night, no strings, get it on and go ... I just, I wasn’t ready for the go part.
“I think I know what this is.” He backed away just a little, maybe to assess me, maybe to distance himself.
We hadn’t committed to emotions.
I wiped my own tears and tried to rally. I had to get out of there. If I wasn’t going to stay, then I had to go. I couldn’t let Alec get into my head. He was already too much. I took a deep breath and looked at him.
“Do you mind if I take a shower before I go?” I asked in a small and distant voice.
He laughed at me, grabbed my waist, and pinned my body between his legs. “You’re not going anywhere.” He kissed each of my nipples to bring his point home. “We’re only just getting started.”
“I can’t ... Alec. I don’t know what I was expecting tonight to be like. I thought …” I really didn’t have the words.
“Did I hurt you?” He seemed so confused and suddenly worried.
“No, but you will. I don’t want to be ... I just. You were amazing, thank you.” I tried to untangle myself from him, but he wasn’t budging.
“I get it. ‘Let’s go to my place and fuck. Let’s be these two famous people flipping the world the bird.’ I see the depth in you, Kylie. You were never here to fuck. Explore the mystery of Alec Blair maybe ... have fun definitely, be the you the world sees you as ... perhaps. But at the end of the day, Kylie Morgan is a sweet woman with a traumatic past. She needs love, and this isn’t it.” His fingers stroked my hair.
The tears flowed again. How did he know me? The inside me that only my posse ever saw?
“I guess …” I couldn’t look at him.
“Okay. So ... I want to love you tonight. I might not be able to carry that love much further because of my own stuff, but I want to give it to you tonight, and I don’t want you holding back either.” Was he scolding? Encouraging? Where was he going?
“That’s the problem ... love. I don’t ... can’t ... shouldn’t ... love you. I’m looking at your world and its open space covered in white and then I’m eating turkey off your skin. It’s weird and also dark and scary ... and it blows my mind. I’m at the place where I should go home before I get annihilated.”
“Or you can stay, have ice cream, maybe a glass of wine, get in the Jacuzzi. We could go a couple more rounds; you will sleep by my side, naked and beautiful, and we wake up. I’ll go to work high on you, and you’ll go home and sleep more, hopefully, and wake up with these nice memories to erase some of the bad ones.” He made it all sound so perfect.
“Or I could go home and start recovering now …” I glared at him, finding some of my spark again.
“And miss all that fun? You’re not a stupid woman,” he teased and rolled off me and stood up from the bed.
God, he was gorgeous. He looked ravaged and yet his cock was starting to arc again, chubby and less intimidating when it wasn’t fiercely erect, it looked hopeful, I’d say, mustering up steam.
Chapter 8
Alec
That was some of the best sex I’d had in a very long time. Not because Kylie was so skilled, though she was incredibly responsive, which always got me hot, but because she was real. I usually dated women who were very focused on me. I, Alec Blair, was the goal. For Kylie, she wasn’t sure about me or what we were doing, and her vulnerability had me twisted in knots.
I was still on the fence as to whether this would be just one night. It definitely wouldn’t be much longer, but maybe. I gathered my pants off the floor and put them on without bothering to put on underwear. Truthfully, I didn’t need the pants either; they were more for Kylie’s comfort than mine.
Her questioning eyes beckoned what was I doing?
“Since you really didn’t eat an appropriate meal-sized portion of turkey, I’m pretty sure you have room for salted caramel ice cream.” I winked at her and walked from the bed to the kitchen.
I had intentionally designed my penthouse as one large space where there was no privacy because if it wasn’t just me here, then I’d be here with someone I was fucking, and nothing was sexier than doing everything in close proximity to the bed, or couch, or anywhere I’d want to have sex. The only places with little privacy were the bathrooms and the Jacuzzi on the glass-enclosed terrace. Like the rest of the house, the Jacuzzi was hidden behind tinted windows that had an excellent view of Manhattan but were completely private.
“I love salted caramel ice cream.” She perked up, though still looking rather ravaged from our last session.
“Great, meet me behind the wall.” She looked around the room, but there was exactly one wall in my penthouse.
She grabbed my shirt from the floor and traipsed ove
r to the wall, looking a little wobbly on her feet. I couldn’t wait to have her, again and again, that night. I brought one big bowl of ice cream resting in a bucket of ice over to the Jacuzzi. This was going to be fun.
I found Kylie with her feet dangling in the water and her eyes in a far-off place. I wondered for a second what she might be thinking. I was almost tempted to sit and talk with her instead of following through with my plans, but I had ice and ice cream to play with, and I didn’t intend on wasting any of it.
“You have such an amazing view.” She was deflecting as she soon as she saw me bring the ice bucket and a bowl of ice cream with just one spoon. “You aren’t going to feed me again are you?” She curled her nose.
“No.” I set the bucket down and slid out of my pants, my cock was already back on the rise just thinking of the fun I was about to have with her. “You are going to feed me.”
“We can’t both get a spoon? I mean you’re a billionaire … you don’t have two spoons?” Ah, the snarky girl was back, defenses up.
“No, we don’t each get a spoon. I’m a minimalist.” I left my answer vague; I didn’t need any more of her wheedling. “Now I want you to lay back and close your eyes. Don’t open them, or I’ll blindfold you.” I tempered my voice to a low purr.
“A blindfold huh? So, when do I get to go all dark and dominating on you? Tie you up, spank your monkey around a little …” Her pixie face had a sudden fierceness and warrior-like quality.
“Oh, you’ll be spanking my monkey plenty, now lie down and close your eyes. I promise you’ll enjoy this. Just keep thinking, there’s a warm Jacuzzi in your near future. This might get intense, but I won’t hurt you. This is all about your pleasure.” She looked at me, and for a moment, I saw that scared little person inside of her deciding whether she might bolt.
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