Flirty

by Bella Wright

  Our lips met, the taste of his on mine made sparks of electricity shooting through my body.

  When his lips left, mine were still pressed out, not wanting it to end.

  “Make me.’ I uttered a harsh whisper.

  He stood up and my hands reached for it.

  He stroked my hair. “Then do it.” taking a hand full of hair. Not a painful grab, but forceful enough to show me who was boss.

  My hand, shaking, found his zipper and pulled it down. But I hadn't got his belt off yet. I fumbled with the clasp, my hands shaking, he just stood there, watching me.

  Finally, I got it off, and next was the button of his jeans. That was harder, it was tougher to get it off, and would’ve been far easier for him to do it. But he wouldn't, he was just watching me struggle to get it off.

  Finally, with a big pull, it came loose, his jeans came apart and I gasped. Not that there was anything to see yet, but because I had pulled his fly down his jeans opened for me like doors.

  I gripped onto the waist of his boxers, my fingers pressing against his hard abdomen, my heart racing, thumping through my chest.

  I pulled the elastic of his boxers, and my other hand reached in.

  “Oh god,” I said under my breath.

  My hand wrapped around it.

  it wasn’t fully hard yet, I could tell, but it was so thick.

  I pulled it out and gasped.

  And I began stroking, licking my lips.

  I moved closer.

  “Good girl.” he said.

  “Yea?” I looked up at him. “Do you like it like this?” I stroked his thick shaft, finding it hardening under my touch, whilst my other hand gripped onto the waist of his jeans and pants still, for stability, but they fell down.

  “I’d like it better if you wrapped those beautiful lips around it.”

  7

  Matt

  She licked her lips, she looked so goddamn delicious down there, it took all my strength not to pick her up and bend her over, I wanted to ravage her. I wanted her to be screaming my name whilst I slammed my body into her.

  But I had control, and right now, I wanted her to pleasure me.

  And so did she, sitting on the floor there whilst I towered over her.

  I leaned down and stroked her cheek. “God, you are so fucking sexy.”

  “You think so?” she smiled, stroking over the head of my cock. I gasped.

  “I’ve wanted this ever since I walked into your shop, before I even knew that you were Izzy.’

  “Me too.” she said softly, and licked her lips again, I could tell she badly wanted to put in her mouth, but was holding off, whilst we talked to each other in this state of calm frenzy, a kind of purgatory of lust, at any moment now it was going to get wild, we both knew it.

  And just like that, it was in her mouth. I felt her tongue lap around it whilst her hand gripped tighter.

  “Oh fuck that feels good.”

  She pulled it out with an almost popping sound, front the vacuum of the suction breaking. “I like it when you say my name.” she said. Almost matter-of-factly.

  Then she dove her mouth over my cock, the head disappearing behind her lips as she began sucking.

  “Oh god, Izzy. Oh fuck.” I yelled out, she had me now in her grasp and in her mouth, as she bobbed her head back and forth. I could feel spit coating around my cock as she slobbered over it, getting faster and massier. Shooting pleasure from my cock up and down my body. Wonderful waves that had me uncharacteristically moaning.

  And she was moaning too, she was smiling, perhaps enjoying the effect she was having on me.

  I had to adjust my stance to stop myself from falling, I put my hand on her head and she moaned again, so I pushed her head down, feeling the tip of my cock push against her throat, she responded by swallowing and it went down even further.

  “Oh fuck, Izzy, fuck.’ I couldn’t stop swearing and gasping, as she pushed her head further down onto my cock, when she pulled her head off I was coated in her spit, glistening.

  She grinned, wiping her lips and making a fist over the head of my cock, which she began furiously jerking over, my legs buckled and I came down to be on my knees whilst she stroked me, changing the position of her hand so her fist was below her arm.

  And we kissed, whilst I grabbed at her shirt. I needed to pull it off, I needed to see her body.

  I gripped at it and she lifted her arms up, revealing her breasts in a beautiful black bra. Her hand quickly went back to my cock, stroking whilst I kissed between her breasts. The delicious taste of her skin made me want to just kiss her more and more, whilst with her hand was making me close.

  And then she put her hand on my chest, pushing me back.

  She leaned down and buried her face into my cock again. Her hair covered my crotch completely whilst she made out with my cock. Licking, sucking and lapping all over it whilst stroking my shaft.

  I was going to come soon, I knew it. I was overwhelmed by pleasure.

  And I became kind of focused on her back, I ran my hand down her smooth white skin and she moaned as I squeezed her hips. Then stroked back up to take off the clasp of her bra strap. The bra slipped out, and as it slid off her shoulders. I felt my cock throbbing to release. My eyes were rolling with pleasure, if I didn't stop her now then I would come and it would be over. I couldn’t let it be over. I pushed her by her shoulders to sit up and my jaw dropped. Her breasts were so big and beautiful, shapely as my hand wrapped around one and held it. I gasped.

  “Do you like them?” she grinned.

  I nodded and dove my head down to wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking and gently biting whilst she ran her fingers through my hair. All the while her hand gently stroked my slippery wet cock.

  “I really like this,” she said, stroking my cock with both hands and I gasped.

  But I grabbed her wrist and moved her off it.

  “Am I doing it wrong?” she looked concerned but had this grin, like she knew that of course, she wasn’t. There wasn't any way she could've done it wrong anyway, just having her in the presence of it would’ve been enough. What she was doing was sending me into overdrive.

  “No, you’re incredible. It's your turn now.”

  I stood up and so did she, we stood there kissing now, she topless and me bottomless, her breasts pressing against my chest, then she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

  8

  Izzy

  His hand in mine, as I led him to my room, my heart was pounding and I couldn't stop smiling.

  I pushed open the door and walked to the bed, which I sat down on the edge of. He put both of his hands around my cheeks, holding me and stroking them, it was brighter in here, there was an orange hue coming in from the streetlamp outside, shining through the blinds, illuminating stripes of light across our body.

  He stroked my hair and cheeks, whilst I looked up at him adoringly, the most handsome man I had ever been with, there was no competition.

  “What?” I asked him, smiling and looking down, my vision greeted by his throbbing hard cock.

  “You are so goddamn beautiful.” he said, leaning down to kiss me, but then he went onto his knees, kissing my chest, between my breasts.

  Pushing me down onto my back and gripping onto my leggings, he pulled them down with ease and peeled one off my ankle, then the other, kissing my ankle, moving up with lots of kisses that got longer each time, whilst his other hand stroked up my thigh.

  And he began kissing my thigh next, I put my feet flat on the bed and he grabbed my knees, moving them apart. Leaning forward to kiss me right on my pussy.

  Then he took a deep breath, smelling me. “Fuck, you smell nice.”

  “Yea? You like it?” I said dreamily, staring up at the ceiling with my arms spread out, I couldn’t have been more relaxed.

  And then my eyes widened as he kissed my clit, and I felt his tongue dart out, testing me, tasting me.

  “Mmm.” was all he said then, as he began softly kissing and
licking me, gently preparing me, nothing too heavy yet. Just gently opening me up, getting me ready.

  He really knew what he was doing.

  “Oh, Matt.” I stroked my hand through his hair. And looked down to see his head buried between my legs. He looked up at me and we shared this nice little look.

  He sat up a bit and pulled his shirt off. I saw his muscles and had to touch one of his pecs. He grinned. “Like?”

  “Like.” I said simply.

  He grabbed my hand and placed it on the bed.

  And then he began.

  I felt all senses of my body light up as the flat of his tongue rested against my clit. Lapping and licking, slow but deliberate. The feel of his short hair against my fingers, the smooth yet just-coarse-enough texture of his tongue against my sensitive clit, making it swell and harden with desire, shooting pleasure from it like sparks that turned into waves, swimming through my body and crashing like waves of the sea against a beach.

  “Oh god, Matt, oh fuck, that feels so good.” my neck arched back looking behind me, my spine curved, tense and electric sparks.

  He stopped for a moment and I felt the missing absence of his tongue, I looked down and saw the glistening wetness between my legs, it might have been from his tongue or from my body, from both, but I was so tinglingly tense there when he stopped.

  And he just grinned, his cheeks a little wet from me. “You just stay right there.”

  I closed my eyes as he placed his tongue right back on my clit again, lapping at me. Making circular and zigzaggy motions. My hips keep spasming in reaction to his tongue. And he seems to only be increasing in pace, with perfect symmetry to my increasing pleasure, I could feel the waves crashing against the door, more and more the door weakened and then eventually...

  “Oh FUCK.” I screamed, my vision went completely white, euphoria filled my body like a white light.

  And then my eyes rolled back, my lip quivered, and no words could come out. Pure, pleasure that felt like it was releasing all the tension I had held in my body for years.

  And I came back to reality, panting and breathing whilst he climbed up to my and rested his hand right on my pussy. Just holding it there, gently stroking.

  Whilst my hand reached for his cock and began stroking him. He laid on his back with his arms behind his head whilst I leaned into him. When he put his arm around me it felt like the most comforting nice thing ever. I never wanted to be under another man's arm again as he wrapped it around me, I felt so secure I couldn't stop smiling as we kissed and stroked his cock which throbbed pointing up to the ceiling.

  He began moaning, as I increased my pace.

  “You gonna come for me?” I asked him gently.

  “I will if you keep doing that,” he said through a harshed breath.

  I kept stroking him until his body started moving involuntarily, little movements of his giant flexing muscles around his body, god damn he was like a Greek god, in my bed.

  And I had him in my hand. As I kept stroking and jerking and then he moaned that moan that could only mean one thing.

  As he shot it out all over my hand. I giggled sexually, looking disown at the messiness, as his white cum covered all over my hand, I continued to jerk him until the last of it came off.

  “That was so good.” he said, kissing me. Whilst I looked down at my hand and giggled, wiping it on his abdomen, finding it rock hard.

  “Yea, you can say that again,” I said, leaning over to the tissues and passing him one, he wiped the cum off his abdomen whilst I cleaned it off my hands.

  And then I fell into his arms.

  “Oh god, this is so nice.” I said, feeling secure in those giant arms of his.

  “Really nice.” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

  And then we blissfully laid there, our bodies entwined, feeling his skin contact on mine felt so nice, warm and comfortable, yet his muscles were so hard and strong it felt so safe and nice to be held by them.

  “We never went on the date.” I said.

  “No, kinda skipped that part didn't we?” and we both started laughing, kissing as he squeezed me tight. I noticed he kept looking down at my breasts, which pressed against his chest. “You like those don’t you?” I asked him.

  “Problem?” he asked.

  “No, I like this,” I said, and stroked all up and down his chest. ‘And this.” Stroking on his beautiful cock, which was starting to soften now. but still felt girthy against my hand.

  He kissed me on the forehead again and settled against my pillow, pulling me into his chest as I rested on it. Letting out a little sigh, I could tell he was going to sleep now. I smiled and joined him. Closing my eyes.

  I couldn’t believe Matt was naked in my bed. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

  The sound of birds chirping filled my brain as sunlight blasted in from the window, giving me a bit of a headache as I rubbed my eyes.

  “Morning.” I said, a little groggily.

  But there was no response back, I opened them, shielding them from the light coming in from the window.

  And saw that the bed was empty, except for me and my naked body. I grabbed the comforter and covered myself with it, feeling a little vulnerable.

  Maybe he was in the bathroom, and I had woken up to him getting out of bed, or something. But I listened out to it, and couldn't hear anything.

  Where had he gone?

  I scowled.

  Because really, I knew why he had gone.

  What was it he said? ‘No, kinda skipped that part didn't we?’

  He was glad we had skipped the date, so he could just get to what he wanted.

  I started breathing heavily, trying to calm myself. This wasn't the worst thing in the world to happen to someone, it happens to everyone.

  But the more I tried to console myself, the more upset I got. It all made sense, he had just forgiven me, just like that? No, it was about revenge. Or just a guy trying to get laid. I was right all along, he just wanted to see what it was like being with a curvy girl, before he went back to his usual type.

  I stared up at the ceiling, its blank whiteness overcoming me. I found it was making me feel a little numb, as if I was becoming that vast white space. And even though deep down, I was upset and wanted to try. Right now, I felt nothing. My body protected me from the upset I was bound to feel, once I came to terms with it.

  I heard the newspaper being pushed through my letterbox

  And I felt a single little tear, stream down the side of my face.

  There it is, here comes the upset.

  No. I couldn’t let this happen.

  I sat up, then got out of bed, wrapping the comforter around me.

  I was going to go downstairs and make myself a hot coffee and start my day. After my coffee I would take the money to the bank, and then I would open the shop. After the charity drive I always opened at midday.

  And that was my life, returning to its happy normalness. As if Matt had never entered it.

  And as I thought his name, walking down the stairs I felt myself get choked up, I covered my mouth with my hand. Telling myself to get it together. I would have to put my big girl pants on.

  And I heard the newspaper getting pushed through the letterbox again. that confused me, why twice?

  I got to the foot of the stairs and walked to the door, I saw the newspaper there.

  And a silhouette behind the door. It wasn’t the newspaper that time, it was knocking.

  “Hey, I can see ya! Breakfast is getting cold!”

  I pushed back the curtain and saw him there, holding a bag I recognized as a takeaway bag from the local cafe. And in his other hand, coffee’s.

  “You went out to get stuff?” I asked, opening the door, trying to hide my happiness at realizing he hadn’t just left me as a one night stand.

  He entered and kissed me deeply on the lips.

  “Sure, I figured it would give us more time to spend together.” he said.

  And I launched
myself at him. His back fell against the door, closing it as I wrapped my arms around his mid, finding myself unable to contain it. “I thought you left.”

  “You thought I left? That I just wanted to fool around and leave?”

  I looked up at him and found my eyes gleaming. “Well, yea.” The comforter started falling down, when I rushed to him it had loosened.

  He pulled it back astound me, fastening it, that felt really nice and caring. “I would never do that, you’re Izzy!”

  “I’m Izzy. I said.” looking up at him adoringly.

  “I Lo-i have feelings for you.” he said, looking me in the eyes, then down. I kissed him.

  He was about to say he loved me. I heard it. But he didn't want to freak me out, saying it that soon. Well, it was ok. I didn't mind, because…

  ‘I do too.” I said.

  “This food’s gonna get cold.” he grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

  Sitting on the bed with him. Feeling all cute as we ate bacon sandwiches, he had gotten ketchup on mine, which was my favorite. Not that there were a lot of options to go in a bacon sandwich but it was still nice that he had gotten it right.

  And the comforter kept falling down, I noticed as his gaze kept looking down at my exposed body.

  “‘I’m thinking I'm gonna get a farm here, hire some people to work on it,” he said whilst staring at my bare skin. It made me feel so sexy, knowing how much he wanted me, how he couldn’t resist looking at me. The comforter fell a bit more and I didn't pick it back up, I left it hanging there, showing myself to him, I wondered how long I could talk to him before his urges took over, and he took me.

  “So you’re staying?” I said. Taking a big gulp of water, to get the taste of the sandwich out of my mouth. I knew it was coming soon, and I didn't want to put him off with my breakfast breath.

  “Well, I've got a house here, and a lot of land, so I need a farm. With some chickens and cows,” he said, wiping his mouth. I could feel the tension in his body even though we weren't touching, it was ready to spring forth, right at me.