by Ethan Egorov
“Okay, I’ll be fair. Usually quite a bit. But they usually take a cab, if that makes you feel any better.” I move to straddle my bike so she can let my words soak in, and also so I don’t have to see her immediate reaction.
After a few seconds, she gets on behind me and I relish the feeling of her soft body pressing on mine. Now I see why the other guys enjoy it so much, I can feel every plane of the front of her body on the muscles on my back, and when her hands wrap around my front, dangerously close to my cock, I’m inclined to make this ride last as long as possible. Unfortunately, I don’t live that far from the club, a few miles on the route and then off to the community, where my house is right in front. Amy’s car isn’t there and I breathe a little sigh of relief; she camps out in the living room and would have seen us walk in.
“This is cute.” Emily comments when she gets off the bike. I watch her take in the house, colonial style with white brick and blue porch swings, very old fashioned.
“It’s like a farm dropped off your house.” She giggles. I find her smile adorable and instead of waiting until I get inside like a normal person, I walk around the bike to her and grab her by the waist, kiss her like the sun hasn’t already gone down and I’m waiting for the last sunset.
Her whimper of shock is short lived and then her lips move against mine, so soft and pliable that I find it hard to breathe. I inhale sharply, her sweet scent filling my senses and I deepen the kiss, coaxing her lips apart. She suckles my bottom lip and then we alternate, until my tongue swipes against hers and we dance together, her taste swirling around my mouth. Her hands clutch my biceps over my cut and suddenly all I want is to feel our naked bodies against each other. I break the kiss and grin down at her half-shocked face, her full lips pursed and a bit swollen.
“This used to be farmland, that was the farmhouse.” I tell her. Most people don’t really know about the neighborhood history in the town, that is unless they knew my parents. Before they passed, they were land developers, and their grand whoevers owned the house.
“Wow. So, is it haunted?” Emily starts walking up the path and my gaze goes right to her ass without any shame.
“No, I don’t think so.” I laugh.
“And you don’t have a secret wife or anything that will come and beat me with a frying pan?” She stops at the front door and I flood the space, towering over her and leaning against the door frame.
“No wife. Only girl coming tonight is you.” I lick my lips and we both laugh at how corny that was supposed to sound.
“Nice one.” She steps aside so I can unlock the door and I lead her inside. I’m sure she doesn’t need a grand tour and I don’t bother with it, besides asking if she wants something to drink. I was really hoping she would say me but maybe it is too soon for that.
We walk up stairs where my room is right off the landing. She walks into the wide space, stopping by the bed.
“For the record, I don’t do this very often.” She warns. She takes off her purse and lets it fall to the floor, taking off her shoes.
I smirk at her and unlace my boots, “So why do it at all?” I ask, discarding my socks. I catch her pink painted toenails in the dim light and realize that’s almost a turn on for me. I flip on the light switch, using the dimmer to tone it down.
“Because… you’re kind of hot. And it’s not just because I feel bad about coming by the garage really late.” She says.
I chuckle, “Good, cause I don’t mind that. And only kind of hot? Where’s the rest?” I cross the space to her, lifting her to sit on the bed.
“I don’t know about the rest yet.” She slides her arms around my neck and leans into me, her legs coming around my hips to put her at the perfect height. We still have way too many clothes in the way, but I’m not as much in a rush to get it over with as I usually am.
“Okay, fair enough. Well I already know you’re smoking hot, is it bad that I like you more?” I joke, leaning in to kiss her lips once. I pull back and watch her smile.
“No, but… do you have rules, you know, for one-night stands? If that’s what this is.” She swallows and I see the slightest bit of indecision in her eyes, at asking in the first place or something else, I don’t know yet. I don’t know the answer either.
“I don’t have rules, but I’ll be completely honest, I usually never see them again.” I say, half smiling. I don’t really have to cushion the blow at all because she just laughs.
“Well you have to see me again, you’re my mechanic.” She giggles.
I grin again and shake my head once at her, “Hm, your mechanic. I wonder what it is I can fix.” I chuckle. She laughs at me and slides her hands down my chest.
“You’re corny.” She smiles and it lights up her whole face, her eyes twinkling and everything. My cock is painfully hard, and I rub it against her inner thigh just to see her reaction, her cheeks darken immediately, and I can’t hold this off any longer.
“You know what else I am?” I lean in close to her, my lips brushing against hers.
She trembles a little bit, her warm breath fanning over my lips, her sweet scent surrounding me. I drag her closer where her thighs are wrapped around me and rub my cock against her again, the denim in the way but still enough to feel it down my spine. Her body tightens the same way mine does, and she pulls away enough to look in my eyes.
The way her blue orbs open up to mine is unnerving, and I want to kiss her almost more than I want to fuck her—
“I have a feeling you’re about to show me.”
4
Emily
Kit is the sexiest man I have ever seen. I don’t care that I don’t know if that’s a nick name or not, that I have no idea where I am, but what matters is how it feels when he touches me, when he kisses me.
“You bet I am.” His lips crash against mine and it is more intense than before, this kiss has a purpose and an eternal end point.
His tongue laps over mine immediately and I disappear into the kiss. My hands roam over his body, feeling his muscles over his leather and the fabric of his shirt. I take his jacket off, it falls to the ground with a heavy thud as he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck. I open my eyes to the bright lights and take a deep inhale, my body is already so warm and keyed up that I feel like I am melting. His lips find this sweet spot under my ear, he suckles my lobe and then goes down to my neck, trailing a slow circle with his lips.
“Oh my god…” I roll my head back and clutch at his shoulders. I don’t even think about him being a complete stranger, about this being the craziest thing I’ve done—since college. Sitting down with him to have a few meals first wouldn’t have made a difference, I want him like crazy and there’s no point in waiting.
My hands fly to the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to get it off. When I do, I stare at his muscled chest in awe. His pecs are wide, and his abs taper down to an Adonis belt leading to the imposing bulge in his pants. He notices me looking and I hear him snicker when he pulls away. My heart races when he lifts up my shirt, his calloused palms run up my stomach and the heat sears my skin. Once my top was off, he tosses it across the room like it was nothing, leaving my black ordinary cotton bra on display.
“Damn,” He licks his lips and tightens his jaw.
“What?” I giggle, kicking my legs out. He slides his hands down my thighs and then starts undoing my jean button and zipper. And now I’m really glad I didn’t miss my last wax appointment like I wanted to.
“Nothing, I was really hoping you wouldn’t be perfect underneath all these clothes.” He says, and I stare in disbelief a little. But that happens when your ex thought you could be a size smaller, the way Kit stares at my body like he wants to own every part of me is flattering as hell.
“Sorry to disappoint.” I giggle.
He smirks at me and slides my jeans down my legs, kneeling down to place kisses over my thighs. I watch him as long as I can, as he trails kisses up my body, but then he strips my panties away and kisses my throbbing clit
, sending me into a mini frenzy.
My body falls against the bed, his dark green sheets are soft and almost feel like silk against my body, they’re the best I’ve ever seen on a guy’s bed honestly. I focus on the plain white ceiling as he starts licking me, so sure in all his movements. The swirling of his tongue is mind blowing, my body hasn’t been this coiled tight in ages, if ever.
“Kit… don’t fucking stop.” I clutch his head between my thighs and slide my fingers through his thick blond hair, the locks so soft I barely feel them. He groans against me and I feel it send me over the edge before it does. It’s like two orgasms in one because he doesn’t stop as soon as it happens, he keeps going until the tremors leave my body and I’m completely sated.
“Holy shit.” I laugh aloud.
He chuckles and leans back; I watch him lick around his mouth and blush at the sight of it.
Then he stands fully up, and I get the perfect view of his sculpted body. It almost isn’t right how damned hot he is. And to think he came out of nowhere; I wasn’t expecting this at all.
“I agree.” His smile is bright and I’m sure that it was bold of him to go down on me on the first night, but probably because I told him this isn’t really my thing. And as much as I would like to suck him off, I have a feeling that wouldn’t be a very good idea.
I lean up and take my bra off, eliminating that part of the whole process. My nipples have been aching for his touch, my breasts relaxing at being free for the first time in this long day. His eyes go right to them and I watch them grow darker, hungrier. I realize I am completely naked on his bed and he still has his pants on.
Kit rectifies that and takes off his jeans, kicking them to the side, his dark briefs hug at his cock and while it’s as big as I thought, there is something else I notice that has me a bit confused but I don’t remember why when he moves away and grabs a condom from the drawer. He tosses it on the bed next to me and my heart pulses in anticipation, in tune with my still thrumming body.
I sit up and reach for his briefs, while I pull them off, he pulls me into a kiss that turns my head. I feel it in my bones when he kisses me, his lips circling mine in a way that’s not to hard or too soft, but just right. I lose my breath and break the kiss, panting when he steps out of his briefs.
“Oh my god.” I laugh aloud, my hand flying to my mouth when I see his cock. His very hard, impressive, pierced cock.
“I think that’s the best reaction I’ve ever gotten.” He licks his lips and slides his hands up my thighs again, holding me at my ass.
“I didn’t think people actually got those.” I reach out and touch him, he jerks at my hand and I wrap around his base, pulling up to where the piercing sticks out. He groans under his breath and seems to grow harder in my hands.
“They do, I’m the poster boy.” His voice is deep and heady.
“Did it hurt?” I ask, mesmerized by the way it looks against his skin, the way it seems to make him a thousand times harder.
“Nah. But not being inside you hurts.” His hips press forward in my hand and I start to pump him harder. His lips fall open as his breathing quickens. I lean in to kiss his neck, right over the hard muscle of his clavicle, and then his hard jaw line before I kiss his lips. It’s soft and we take deep breaths every few seconds so we’re literally breathing each other in.
My body begs to have him inside me too, but I prolong the moment just because I can. I use my thumb to roll over the bud of the piercing, and he shudders visibly as his breath catches. I do it again, a few times, before he can’t seem to take anymore. He pulls away and grabs the condom, rolling it on in mere seconds and then pressing his tip against me.
He drags me down the bed, so my legs are wrapped around his hips, his hard ass against my calves.
“Fuck me, Kit.” I moan, his eyes catch mine and they darken with his smirk.
He enters me in one thrust that stretches me. I loll my head back feeling too damned good, the piercing is a little different, but I know without the condom in the way it would feel different, but it’s still a new sensation. I rake my nails down his back and clutch at his ass as he buries himself in me.
His lips slide down my jaw and then he tilts me back a little for them to dive between my breasts, he goes over each of my nipples a few times, sucking and biting. It makes me clench around him more. It is impossible for him to be still, and then he really starts to fuck me.
“You feel good Emily, fucking amazing.” His breath is at my ear and I feel it travel down my spine, right to where we meet.
I want to agree with him, but it seems like I can’t breathe let alone speak. He just feels that good, and it isn’t just about him being big or pierced or dangerously hot, there is a quality about him that I know should go beyond tonight, but I’m almost afraid to ask. I just enjoy the moment and him, how he seems to really let go.
I want to stay wrapped around him, but my arms get tired. I lean back onto my hands and my breasts sway from his movements, the bed slightly creaking on the ground. His thrusts grow faster, and I feel his cock growing inside me as I move closer to the edge. My moans are louder than ever, more uninhibited, and he seems to enjoy them.
At one point, our eyes meet. They stay on each other before my orgasm takes me, blinding me. I fall back onto the bed and only my legs are wrapped around him, clenching him tight like I am around his cock before he stills inside me.
“Emily,” he grips my hips so tightly, I know it will leave the mark of his hand. His head falls back as he groans, the tendons of his neck constricting.
“Wow,” I gasp. I throw my arm over my head and smile to myself. He pulls out and discards the condom. I open my eyes eventually and see him smiling at me.
“It’d be shitty if I took a picture, right?” He leans against the bed, incredibly confident in all his naked glory.
“Only if it’s attached to a Cloud.” I giggle, I could have said the same thing about him.
“Right on. You thirsty?” He asks.
I sit up and he hands me his shirt, I slip it on and don’t feel the slightest bit weird.
“A little.” I lie. I could drink an entire gallon. “Can I clean up somewhere?” I stand and clear my throat; my knees wobble a bit and I grin to myself.
“Outback.” He jokes, but for a second, I think he is serious.
“Very funny.” I roll my eyes at him and then he directs me to the bathroom he has attached to his room.
It’s actually clean and he keeps surprising me that way. The cabinets and countertop are white, his bathmats dark green like the sheets. It’s all very homey and even better than mine. I use the bathroom and wash my hands, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognize myself; my eyes are so bright, and my skin still flushed, his little bite marks all over the place. I feel like a different person too and I didn’t think sex could do that, or maybe it’s just good sex, I don’t know.
After I psych myself up, I go in search of him, he isn’t in the bedroom where I left him.
“Kit?” I call out, but this house is huge, I would probably have to scream for him to hear me.
I find my way back to the way we came in, and then towards the kitchen. It looks like something out of a home improvement show, the way this house feels more like a home tells me he probably doesn’t live here alone or didn’t at some point. But once I keep moving, I find him behind an open fridge door that looked like a cabinet at first.
“Hey.” I sit down on one of the stools, the cold metal hitting my bare legs.
“Oh, there you are.” He closes the fridge and hands me a bottle of water. I’m shocked to find that he is still naked when he leans over the cabinet in front of me.
“Thanks. Why are you naked?” I giggle once, and then down the water in a few gulps like I knew I would. He really tired me out.
“Cause this is my house.” He laughs.
“It’s a really nice house. I doubt you did this all yourself.”
He grabs at his chest. “I’m hurt
.” He leans on his forearms and it makes his muscles bulge up more.
“But no, I didn’t do this myself. It was my parents’ house.” He answers, there is a tinge of sadness in his eyes and I’m guessing they aren’t around anymore.
“Well, it’s beautiful. Very homey. Or is that what all the girls say?” I giggle.
He licks his lips and that sadness in his eyes disappears.
“I wouldn’t know, they don’t come to the house.”
“Oh, so there’s a lot of them.” I joke.
“I don’t think my body count is as high as most people think it is. But I will say I don’t usually bring them to my house.” He sighs. Silence passes between us and I’m not sure if I should be shocked or flattered or confused. Or all of them.
“So why bring me?” I ask, almost afraid of the answer.
He exhales deeply and then comes around the counter, his eyes bore into mine and I feel my body starting to come alive again. Just from the way he looks at me.
“Because I like you, Emily. And I don’t tend to like girls very often. It’s more of an inclination, led by my dick.” He grins.
“And it’s not just your dick that’s inclined to me.” I repeat in confusion, and he only nods once. I lick my lips and bite down on my bottom lip before they curl into a smile.
I’m flattered once again, both at his honesty and the way he uses it. It’s not a ploy or meant to trick me, and I appreciate that.
“No, Emily. It’s not. You don’t like me too?”
“I think I like your dick more at this point.” I joke. He laughs with me and we both laugh for a bit.
“Okay, fine. I guess I like you too. And this house.” I add.
“Fair enough. Maybe I’ll give you the tour at some point. But for now, I’m starved.” He walks off to the fridge and I’m a little shocked at him making food for the both of us.
I suppose warming up leftovers isn’t really making food.
We are joking around when the front door opens and shuts, and I think at that point he remembers he is naked, but I am just wondering who has a key to his house. Maybe he lied about not being married or having a girlfriend. In his defense, I didn’t ask about the girlfriend but that’s neither here nor there.