by Marie Force
“Done what?”
“Asked a man to… you know…”
His eyes twinkle with amusement. “Fuck you?”
Does he have to toss my own words back at me? I push my chair back from the table and stand. “I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have done this. I don’t want you to think—”
He stands and moves quickly to stop me from heading for the door. Even though he’s made of muscle and has at least seventy pounds on me, I don’t feel threatened by him. Rather, his nearness makes my skin prickle with awareness. The light dusting of hair on his chest is darker than the hair on his head. I let my eyes roam hungrily over well-developed pectorals, to washboard abs and below to the tuft of dark hair that makes a path from his abdomen into the waistband of his shorts. I force my gaze back up to find him staring down at me.
His hands land on my hips, drawing me in closer to him, so close that our breath mingles and his lips hover perilously close to mine.
I can’t help but notice how perfectly our bodies align, with my head landing just below his chin.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed about asking for what you want,” he says gruffly.
“Despite what I said to you in the bar, I don’t want you to think I’m cheap.”
“I could never think that, Honey. You’re beautiful. I’ve always thought so.”
“You have?”
He nods and touches the lightest of kisses to my lips.
I feel the impact of that kiss in every cell of my body. I arch into his embrace, wanting so much more.
Turning his attention to my neck, he feathers kisses in a trail of fire that make me whimper.
“Easy,” he whispers. “I’ll give you what you want, darlin’. We’ve got all night.”
His words relax and inflame me at the same time. How is that possible?
“Touch me, Honey.”
All at once, I realize my hands have been dangling awkwardly at my sides while he spins a magical web around us. I raise them to his back, my palms coasting over warm, smooth skin.
He gasps, and his hands drop to my bottom, tugging me in tight against the hard ridge of his erection.
As I make contact for the first time with “The Cock,” I choke back a gasp of my own while he throbs against me. I yearn to touch him there, but hold back, not wanting to seem too eager.
He takes the decision away from me when he grasps my hand and brings it to rest on his pulsating member. “Did you hear about this, too?”
My mouth has gone totally dry as my fingers learn his length and girth. Good God. My pussy moistens in anticipation.
“Did you?” he asks again.
I nod and flatten my palm against him, working my way from root to tip and reveling in the twitch that jolts his tightly clenched jaw.
“What did they say?”
“I, um… They said it was big.”
“Is it?”
“You know it is.” How I manage to speak when his hands are digging into the flesh of my ass is anyone’s guess.
“Is it the biggest you’ve ever felt?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it inside of you?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.” All worries of appearing wanton or cheap flee in a tsunami of need and desire that spreads from the palm of my hand to every pressure point on my body.
His breath against my ear makes me shiver. “Is your pussy wet just thinking about it?”
I nod, making him grin with satisfaction. With any other man, the arrogance would’ve been off-putting, but with him, somehow, it adds to his overwhelming appeal.
“We’ll get to that,” he says. “Eventually.”
I want to moan and protest, but he takes my hand and leads me into his bedroom. “Is it true you never bring women here?”
The question stops him in his tracks. He turns to me and raises a brow. “Is there nothing you haven’t already heard about me?”
I shrug even as I hope I haven’t ruined the mood with one question too many. “I heard you don’t bring women home as a rule.”
“I don’t.”
“Why me? Why now?”
He smiles as I toss his words back at him. “Honey Carmichael asked me to fuck her. I couldn’t take the hottest girl in town to a cheap motel.”
The mortification returns in a hot blast as the reminder of my proposition mingles with an unexpected compliment. “Are you ever going to forget I said that?”
“Not in this lifetime—or the next.”
“Great.”
His brows waggle seductively as amusement dances in his normally somber eyes. It’s nice to see him smile. “It will be, darlin’. I promise.”
My legs quiver beneath me at the sensual overtones I hear in his gruffly spoken words.
His fingers find the hem of my tank top, drawing it up and over my head. When he encounters the lacy bra I wore with him in mind, his blue eyes darken with desire. The bra joins the tank top on the floor.
“Pink,” he says, his gaze fixed on my breasts.
“What is?”
“Your nipples.” He circles each of them with his index fingers. “I wondered what color they’d be. Now I know.”
“You wondered about me? Before tonight?”
Nodding, he tugs on the button to my denim shorts and has them off me so quickly, I wobble and am forced to grip his shoulders to keep from falling off my three-inch heels.
The sheer thong that matches the bra is damp from the verbal sparring that led to this moment. “What else did you wonder about?”
“Whether your hair down here matched your name the way your other hair does.” He cups my mound, dipping his middle finger between my labia and dragging the fabric over my inflamed pussy. “Which it does.”
I moan and tighten my grip on his shoulders.
“So wet,” he whispers. “And we haven’t even done anything yet.”
I’ll never survive this. I wanted to know what all the hoopla was about, but nothing could’ve prepared me for Blake Dempsey’s special brand of intense sexuality. If anyone had asked me before tonight if I had experienced real desire, I would’ve said of course I have. But I would’ve been wrong. This is real desire. For the first time in my life, I get it. If this is what it’s like for them, I get why other women go crazy over sex.
He keeps up the back-and-forth motion of his fingers until I’m answering his strokes with the rhythmic movement of my hips.
“Don’t stop.” I’m on the verge of something big and powerful.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Wrapping his free arm around my waist, he tugs me closer and bends his head to suck hard on my nipple.
I grasp a handful of his hair to keep him there while I rock against his hand as my orgasm builds and builds and finally bursts forth in wave after exquisite wave of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with a man. One orgasm and he’s already different from every other guy I’ve been with. The realization settles on me as I come back to reality to discover he’s lowered me to his bed and is hovering above me.
His busy fingers continue to stroke and soothe my pussy through the aftershocks. “Beautiful,” he says softly, making me blush ferociously as I imagine how uninhibited I must’ve appeared in the throes of release.
The tension in his jaw seems to have multiplied as he guided me through the cataclysmic release.
I reach up to caress his face and watch the tension drain away under my touch.
He cups my breast and stares at my nipple, his eyes hot with desire as he dips his head to touch his tongue to my flesh. “Delicious.” He holds me still for the heat of his mouth as he suckles first one and then the other nipple, all the while continuing to stroke between my legs with his other hand. “God, you’re sweet as honey. I always knew you would be.”
He always knew? I run my hands over his muscular back until I reach the waistband to his shorts. Burning with curiosity, I push my hands inside to clutch his firm ass. That draws a tortured groan from him as he sucks hard on my right nipple
.
I cry out and squeeze his ass again.
“Touch me, Honey.” His tone has gone from seductive a short time ago to pleading now. “Touch me before I die from wanting you to.”
I know exactly what part of him he wants me to touch, and if I had any doubt, he lifts to give me room to move my hand from the back of his shorts to the front. Starting at the broad base, I try in vain to wrap my hand around his thick girth.
Oh my God. I stroke my way up, up, up the hard, pulsing shaft. Sweet Jesus, he’s huge.
As if I haven’t just experienced the most explosive orgasm of my life, my clit burns and throbs with renewed anticipation. The muscles in my thighs tighten, seeking relief from the relentless need building again.
While I explore his length, Blake goes still above me. His eyes are closed, and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. That I’m having such an effect on him is a powerful aphrodisiac, not that I need any help in the arousal department. I’ve never been more turned on.
Finally, I reach the tip and run my thumb through the fluid that has gathered there. I let my thumb dip into the slit at the top, drawing a deep moan from him.
Suddenly, it isn’t enough to feel “The Cock.” I want to see it, too. I release him, which results in another tortured groan, and ease his shorts down over his hips. “Get on your back.”
“Wait, I want to—”
“On your back,” I say more forcefully.
“Whatever the lady wants.”
After he shifts into position, I free his cock from his shorts. My eyes go wide, and my mouth falls open.
“Like what you see?” he asks, watching my every move.
I nod even as another trickle of anxiety works its way down my spine. Other lovers have commented on how small and tight I am. What if he doesn’t fit inside me?
He tugs on the strand of my hair that has landed on his chest, drawing my attention to his face. “Don’t stress. We’ll take it nice and slow.”
I probably ought to be concerned about how well he reads my thoughts, but I’m too focused on the male buffet laid out before me, awaiting my next move. I bend my head to press light kisses to his chest, focusing on the dark disks of his nipples, teasing them with my lips and tongue until they stand up at attention. All the while, I drag my breasts over his rippling stomach.
Working my way down, I kiss, nip and lick a trail to his belly button. He smells like soap and sunshine and hard, muscular man. Dropping my tongue into the indent of his belly button, I’m surprised when his grip on my hair tightens and he sucks in a sharp deep breath. Full of my own power, I wrap my hand around his cock and lift it off his stomach.
Before this, before him, I’d had no idea that penises were made this big. I stick out my tongue and touch it to the slick tip, teasing the slit by darting in and out.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Honey… God.” His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and once again, his Adam’s apple is prominent as it moves in his throat.
I open my mouth as wide as I can and wrap my lips around the broad head of his cock, sucking and pulling on the tender flesh and lashing him with my tongue while continuing to stroke him with my hand. Forcing another inch into my mouth, I moan in frustration when I realize I can’t possibly take all of him.
The vibration of my moan against his shaft leads to a sharp cry from him, which only fuels my determination to bring him as much pleasure as I possibly can. He’s always so serious and solemn. I want to make him forget his terrible burden, even if just for a little while.
I draw back and run my tongue from tip to root, focusing on the sac that is drawn up tight against his scrotum. My tongue outlines first one testicle and then the other. With my hands on his thighs, I urge him to raise and spread his legs.
The instant my tongue makes contact with the sensitive skin under his sac, he explodes, sending streams of semen shooting onto his chest and abdomen.
I grip him tighter with my hand, stroking him as hard as I dare and drawing another deep groan from him.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, gasping in the aftermath.
I flash him a victorious smile and use my hand to spread his hot seed over his ripped abs.
“Honey! Fuck!” His recently satisfied cock is as hard as it was before he came and makes its presence known by pulsing between my breasts. I slide them over the moisture on his stomach and then work his cock between them, moving seductively over him, back and forth, simulating intercourse.
After several minutes, Blake shudders and then stops me. “The next time I come, I want to be inside you.” He slides his hands over my tangled hair. “Let me up, darlin’.”
I move onto my back and watch him stride intently into the adjoining bathroom, my gaze fixed on the firm globes of his ass. The water turns on and then off. A minute later, he returns with a towel that he uses to wipe me clean of his semen. He also brings a bottle of some sort that he places on the bedside table along with a strip of condoms.
I eye the bottle, wondering what it is.
He drops the towel onto the floor and gets back in bed, reaching for me.
Even though I’m somewhat embarrassed by my brazen behavior, I want much more of him, so I willingly curl into his embrace. Blake surprises me when he tips up my chin and begins to kiss me with the same intensity and attention to detail he’s shown thus far. His tongue is soft but insistent until I open my mouth to let him in. Then he becomes much more forceful, which I love. His hand, rough and coarse from years of hard work, leaves goose bumps in its wake as it moves from my shoulder to my hip.
As his tongue explores the dark recesses of my mouth, his fingers tease the cleft of my ass, tugging lightly on the strip of my thong. The push and pull of my panties has my clit standing up, straining for contact.
I work my leg between his, riding his thigh and seeking relief.
Blake breaks the kiss and buries his face in the curve of my neck. He has my full attention when his finger slides between my ass cheeks to press against my anus. “Has anyone ever taken you here, darlin’?”
I’ve never been particularly interested in anal sex, nor have my previous lovers, thankfully. Overwhelmed by the idea of doing it with him—and The Cock—I shake my head.
“I want to be your first.”
I tremble from head to toe at the thought of taking his huge cock there.
Once again reading my thoughts, he says, “I could make it so good for you.” His finger teases its way past my resistance, aided by the juices from my pussy, breaching the tight ring of muscle. “So, so good.”
I gasp at the foreign sensation of being filled there, and moan when he suddenly withdraws. “I need to do this right.”
Before I’ve had a chance to gauge his intentions or ask him what he wants to do right, he’s on his knees, tugging my thong off and tossing it over his shoulder. He arranges my legs on either side of him, pushing until they’re so far apart, my hips ache from the effort to keep them there.
“That’s it.” He runs his hands over my inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there. “Keep them as far apart as you can.” Flopping onto his belly, he drags his tongue over one quivering thigh and then the other. “Hold your lips open,” he says, his breath a whisper from my most sensitive flesh. “I need my hands.”
Mortified by his request, I feel heat scorch my breasts and face as I comply with his directions. My fingers slide over slippery skin as I hold open my labia for his inspection.
“Gorgeous,” he says, blowing a stream of air directly against my clit.
I hold back the urge to scream as he nearly makes me come from that alone.
“Don’t hold back. If you want to scream, scream. No one will hear you but me.”
God, I’ll never be able to look at him again after this night, but at least I’ll know what all the hoopla is about, and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.
He startles me with the first stroke of his tongue.
“Don’t let go,” he says. “Hold tha
t pretty pussy open for me.” The second stroke is no less surprising or stirring as he twirls the tip of his tongue around my clit before encircling it with his lips and tugging lightly. He pushes a finger into my slick channel, curling it up to find a spot no one has ever touched before.
I can’t contain the scream as I push against his face and finger.
Adding a second finger, he moves in and out as his tongue and lips focus on my clit. His free hand wraps around my left leg to keep me open wide for him. He continues the dual assault until I’m hit with a second orgasm that’s even more powerful than the first.
I’m still coming when he pulls his fingers free of my pussy, leans over me to reach for the bottle on the table, and then pushes a finger into my anus, his entry aided by the cool lubricant he rubbed on his finger. The stroke of his finger sets off another wave of orgasm that makes me see stars. I had no idea I was so sensitive there, and the discovery, on top of all the others, leaves me clinging to what remains of the person I was before I stepped into Blake Dempsey’s bedroom.
I come back down to find his tongue lapping up my juices and his finger still buried deep in my ass.
He releases my leg and reaches up to pinch my nipple lightly but insistently. “So, so hot, Honey Carmichael. Why’d you wait so long to come to me?” Pushing his finger farther into my ass, he sucks on my clit and sets off a series of small explosions that make my legs quiver and my breath catch. I’ve never come so much in my life, even with my trusty vibrator.
Right when I’m about to beg him to stop, he suddenly withdraws from me, leaving me a sweating, quivering mess on the bed while he once again retires to the bathroom to clean up.
When he returns, my gaze is drawn to his cock, which stands up tall and proud against his belly, so hard it’s purple and slick at the top.
He crawls up on the bed between my legs and settles himself on top of me, holding most of his weight on his elbows. Brushing the hair back off my face, he looks down at me as if taking inventory. “Hi there.”