Big Man’s Happily Ever After

by Wylder, Penny

  “Girl, I’ll be fine. And if I don’t see you, I’ll still be there to take you to the airport in the morning.”

  I grin. “Thanks, Jenn.”

  “And I’ll await a full and detailed report in the morning,” she says, before she disappears, likely looking for her own version of getting lucky.

  Looking back, the blond still has his eyes on me, and I raise an eyebrow. He raises one back. Never in my life have I crooked a finger at a man and had him come. But the second I make the motion, he stands from the railing and heads for the stairs, completely ignoring the calls of his friends behind him.

  Even the way he walks is sexy. Smooth and confident, not a care in the world besides reaching me. I could get used to that kind of attention.

  Coming to a stop in front of me, he takes a long sip of his drink, looking me up and down. “You beckoned?”

  His voice isn’t loud, but somehow I can hear him perfectly clearly. Like the words are at a completely different resonance than the rest of the noise in the club.

  “Seemed like a waste of time for us to spend the whole night just staring at each other from across the room.”

  A half smile. “That would be a waste.”

  “You’re sure that your friends won’t miss you?”

  His laugh slides down my spine, and I shiver. “I’m sure that they’ll survive. Is your friend coming back?”

  “I sent her to find her own target.”

  “Is that what I am?”

  “Maybe,” I say. “Or maybe I have one painted on my ass. You tell me, you’re the one who’s been staring all night.”

  His smile deepens. “I stare when there’s something worth staring at.”

  “My ass makes the list?”

  “Your ass makes the rest of the list question why they’re even on the list.” Without warning, he closes the gap between us, hand sliding down my ribs and around my back. He hesitates just before touching the area in question.

  “I’d be interested in a closer look at that.”

  “As long as I get a look at yours.”

  He leans closer, smelling of cedar and the best kind of whiskey. His lips brush my cheek, and I’m already shaking with adrenaline and anticipation. “You can look and touch any part of me you want, baby girl.”

  And then he leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is pure fire, lighting me up from within. My body goes into overdrive as if it wasn’t already on its way there. Fucking hell the man can kiss, his tongue runs along my lips until I yield to him.

  His hand is on my ass now, the other placing his glass down on the bar so he can explore the rest of me. He brushes it subtly down over my breast and to the side where my shirt creeps up exposing my skin.

  “We need to get out of here,” I breathe.

  “That would be another waste,” he says against my lips. “When I have a private room just steps away.”

  I pull back in surprise. “You have a VIP room and you’re not already using it?”

  He chuckles. “I’m not from here. I wanted to get a feel for the atmosphere of the club.”

  “Your friends must be pissed.”

  A shrug. “They weren’t happy, but I think it’s working out, don’t you?”

  “Definitely.”

  He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the bar. We weave across the dance floor, dodging bodies and limbs and any attempts to dance with us. Everything is hazy and my body is humming. Have I ever fucked a man this hot before? Is this a dream? We walk down a narrow hallway past a bouncer. When he flashes him a card, the bouncer opens anther door that leads to a dark hallway lined with doors. He stops at one and slides the key card. He opens the door and extends his arm, showing me the way inside.

  The room is light and golden. There’s a bucket with champagne next to a lush sofa, and the shimmer of a crystal chandelier reflects sparks of light across the walls. But that’s all I see before I’m slammed into the back of the closed door, his body fully pressed against mine. His mouth comes down hard taking what he wants as his hands slip the straps of my top over my shoulders, exposing more skin for him to taste, and he does.

  Turning me toward the door, he’s pulling up my skirt. “I need a look at that ass.” His hands brush across my lace panties, and the friction sends delicious sensations throughout my body. His big hands knead my ass and his lips skate across my bottom, leaving my panties warm and moist from his tongue. I feel his teeth grabbing at the lace and pinching my skin, and I can help the sounds coming from my throat as my hips start to move, pushing my ass closer to his face, wanting to feel more. I’m so warm between my legs I swear that he’s going to feel it.

  He grabs my panties and pulls them down to my ankles. “You like it?” I ask.

  “Fuck,” he says, low and urgent. “Baby, your ass is a goddamn work of art.”

  Leaning against the door, I relax into the feeling of his hands on me, smoothing over my skin up to my spine and then stretching down over the backs of my thighs. Between my legs. He pushes my legs apart until I’m teetering on my heels, completely relying on the door for any sense of balance.

  “Show it to me.”

  “Show you what?” I manage to say, though my voice is barely more than a breathy moan.

  A cry escapes my lips at the little spank he drops on my ass. “You know exactly what.”

  Yes, I do. I arch my spine and push back my hips so that he can see absolutely everything. The fact that I’m aroused and wet for him, totally anticipating what his mouth will feel like on me. Relishing the adrenaline that comes from being completely in the moment.

  This is what I wanted. Complete freedom. Complete anonymity. I don’t even know his name, and I don’t want to. All I want him to do is fuck me like I’m the girl of his dreams and then I’ll leave this city tomorrow to start living my own dreams.

  His hands fall on my ass, spreading me open, and he feasts on my pussy like a starving man. Long, deep licks that send ripples through me. God, he knows what he’s doing, teasing my clit with his tongue before fucking me with it exactly like I hope he’ll do with his cock.

  One stroke that covers me from top to bottom, almost all the way to my ass. This man is filthy, and I love it. I’m more aroused than I ever remember being, and I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol or because of the man himself and the way his mouth is sealed over me, sucking like his life depends on it.

  All at once he stands and pulls me away from the door and over to the couch. He playfully pushes me back and I happily sink into the couch, looking up at his eyes and his devilish grin. He drops to the floor and takes each of my feet out from my tangled panties and tosses them to the side. He slides his hands up my ankles and over my knees before covering my hips and pulling them to the edge of the couch. He hikes up my skirt even higher and peppers my hip bone with kisses and nips and licks, before dragging his tongue down my thigh. Then, with his rough hands, he parts my legs, and dives back to my pussy. He spreads my lips and starts at my clit, flattening his tongue and rubbing in circles. It’s a steady and building feeling, and my whole body is warming up. Slowly he works me like that until my fingers are digging into the leather couch and my entire body is vibrating.

  He pulls his mouth off me and puts two fingers inside me. They glide in without any friction; I’m so wet. He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me, before pausing to bring them to his face, inhaling and then licking them clean. I can’t help but moan. “You smell just as amazing as you taste.” Then he fingers me again but this time he curls them so they brush my G-spot, like he has a fucking map to find it. Holy shit. No one I’ve ever been with has been able to do that. He fucks me with his fingers slowly, his face mere inches from my pussy, looking up at me and clearly getting turned on watching me get off.

  “Are you some kind of magician?”

  He chuckles before wrapping his lips around my swollen clit and sucking me deep as he thrusts his fingers into me. He keeps up his relentless rhythm, and I feel my org
asm build. I clutch the couch, his hair, and then back to the couch again. The feeling is flooding my senses and I feel like I’m floating out of my body. The only thing I know is that I don’t want him to stop. He can’t stop. His tongue flicks over my clit quickly, and he’s hitting just the right spot now. My hands fly back to his head and hold him there, not letting him move at all. I feel my pussy gushing over his fingers inside me, and my thighs are vise-like around his head now. Then it’s there. That spark of orgasm that had been building explodes, and all the blood in my body seems to rush south. I can’t hear anything except my pounding heart and a long drawn out moan that I’m not even sure is my own. I keep my hands tangled in his hair, wanting his clever tongue to keep licking, to draw out every amazing second of my orgasm. The sparks that I see as he sends me over into bliss are brighter than the fucking chandelier. “Oh, fuck,” I yell the words and they echo off the walls, louder than the music they pump into these rooms. My hips lift off the couch and my hands still hold his head right where I need him.

  If this room isn’t soundproof, the rest of the VIPs are about to get an earful, because I’m not a quiet fuck, and we’re not remotely finished. “There it is,” he murmurs, lips pressed to my skin. He keeps licking and fucking me with his hand, and my legs are shaking with the pleasure he’s forcing through me.

  I groan, low and long, as the orgasm recedes, and I’m left completely spent and sated. He grins up at me from between my legs, deliberately licking his lips, and his chin is glistening. Fuck, that’s hot.

  “Pretty generous for a guy I just met in a bar,” I say, still breathless. “Most guys would jump ahead to the end.”

  There’s a spark in his eyes, but his face is serious. “With me, women finish first. No exceptions.”

  Thank fuck his fingers aren’t still inside me because he would have felt the way my pussy clenched at those words.

  I picked a good one.

  “Your turn,” I say. “I need to see that ass.”

  Grinning, he stands and smoothly unbuttons his shirt.

  “That’s not going to show me your ass.”

  “Trust me,” he says, opening his shirt to show me rippling abs and that the tattoos continue up his arms and wind over his shoulders and chest. “That’s only a part of the show, and I come as a package deal.”

  I think I might faint. Total cliche, but that’s actually how perfect his body is. He’s got the V that every woman is jealous of, and the kind of carved muscles that speak to hours and hours of sweat. I can only imagine the kind of sweating he gets up to.

  I’m hoping that he’s about to show me just that.

  If I wasn’t angling to stay anonymous, I’d ask him what he did for a living because I highly doubt that a body like that is a result of a casual membership at the YMCA.

  Never taking his eyes off mine, he undoes his belt and drops his pants, stepping out of them, kicking off his shoes at the same time. It’s easy to see that he’s already hard, and not small. His cock matches the rest of him in both size and sheer hardness.

  He grins as he turns and drops his underwear, giving me a perfect view of his absolutely glorious ass. It gives the term “buns of steel” an actual literal definition. My hands are twitching to touch him. Taste him.

  “You’ve got your own work of art,” I say.

  “Aren’t we a pair, then,” he says over his shoulder.

  I can’t stand just sitting here and staring up at him, so I stand up and I finally reach out and touch him. I run my hand down his back and over each of the perfect globes of his ass. Fuck, this man in built. I run my hands down his sides and feel him tense under my fingers. By the time he turns around to face me, I’ve sunk to my knees and am face to face with his cock.

  God he’s thick. The tip is already glistening with precum, and I stick out my tongue to lap it softly. I see his abs jump, and I do it again, looking for the same response. Then I pop it into my mouth, just past my lips, and suck the tip. I bob my head, giving him just a taste of what’s to come, and his already reddening head turns a darker color, smeared with my lipstick.

  He groans. “Do you know how fucking hot it is to see your lipstick on my cock?”

  I smile up at him. “Probably about as hot as watching someone put it there.”

  “Fucking hell.”

  I take him into my mouth deeper, savoring the desperate groan he makes. Holy hell, he’s big, but that’s not going to stop me. Dragging my lips along his skin, I suck him down so when I pull back there are bright streaks of color on his cock. A perfect reminder of who’s mouth is on him. I fucking love it. I dive onto his cock again and again. Loving the feeling of every inch of him passing over my tongue, and the way his hands are in my hair now, holding my head just as I’d held his minutes before. I look up at him and his eyes are shut closed now, his head tilted back. He’s starting to thrust into my mouth, and I love how he looks teetering on the edge of his self-control.

  “Fuck yes, baby,” he says through gritted teeth. “Take it.”

  And I do, I take him further into my mouth, and further still past the point where I’m afraid I’ll gag. But I don’t. I push on, feeling him hit the back of my throat and I keep sucking. His hips move with urgency, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing. A fresh splash of precum soaks my tongue, and I reach between my legs and palm my pussy. The heat and pressure between my legs can’t be ignored a second longer. My fingers slip through my wet folds as his cock pounds my mouth.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” he says. And then he stills my head and draws out of my mouth. “I’m not coming unless it’s deep inside your pussy.”

  All at once I’m no longer on my knees. He’s lifting me up and taking me to the couch again. He places me down and walks across the room where there’s a bowl of condoms. He grabs one and has the foil torn off in seconds and he’s rolling it onto his shaft as he walks back to me. As if I’m weightless, he lifts me off the couch and brings me into his lap, so I’m straddling him. I feel the hard press of his cock against my stomach. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks, sending sparks of electricity through my body. His hand is firmly on my back, kneading me as he lathes my breasts, one after the other.

  “As much as I like your tits,” he says, “we don’t have that kind of time.”

  He moves to lift my hips, ready to drive into me, but I resist. Not so easy. The heat between us is explosive, and I want to savor it. “Slow.”

  “If I could go slow I would have let you suck me off. Now.”

  I raise my hips and position myself right over his cock. So close I’m sure he can feel the heat radiating from my pussy. I look him right in the eyes as I let the first inch of him slide in. I’m holding his shoulders to steady myself, and as soon as I feel the delicious stretch of his head starting to fill me, I dig my fingers into his strong shoulder muscles. I want him all, but I also want to feel him all as he makes the agonizingly sensual journey deeper inside me. Inch by inch, I lower myself onto him, showing him that I’m absolutely serious. When I’m almost completely seated in his lap, I grab his wrists and lift them off my hips, pinning them to the couch as I take him all the way in.

  “Fuck,” I can’t stop the word coming from my lips as I feel him bottom out.

  I had to go slow because I don’t think that I would have been able to take him faster. But after I take every long inch of him, I lift up and I do it again.

  Muscles flex under my hands, and I watch them tighten across his chest under twisting tattoos. “Faster,” he says.

  “No.”

  I roll my hips, slowly taking him deep, and gritting my teeth with the effort to stay slow.

  There’s a spark in his eyes. “You gotta go faster, baby.”

  Releasing his wrists, I kiss him hard, tasting the rich flavor of whiskey. “No.”

  The rhythm of the music is fast. Pounding. Like the instinct is telling me to do with him. But I want every moment burned into my brain.

  Fo
r a moment his head falls back, and he groans. But then everything changes. His hands fall back on my hips and ass, surrendering to the rhythm that I’ve set. Every movement is delicious and restrained, both of us breathing hard and practically shaking.

  We’re at each other’s mercy.

  I’m about to break—I can feel it, and I need him now. Leaning close, I whisper the word in his ear. “Now.”

  He unleashes himself, fucking up into me at the same time that he’s pulling me down onto his cock and I’m rocketed into sparkling, shattering pleasure. With one hand on my hip, his other moves to where our bodies are joined, and he grazes his thumb over my clit again and again. It feels eternal and perfect, every nerve soaking in sensation. He’s groaning too, cock jerking as he comes, kissing my neck and then biting it as he drives himself deep through the pleasure.

  When the world stops spinning, he’s still holding me, still inside me. I’m resting my forehead on his shoulder, just trying to breathe. My outfit is a mess, basically hanging around my hips. Slowly, I pull myself up and adjust the fabric so it’s covering more of me.

  My anonymous partner is just spent as I am, staring at me. Only he’s still completely naked. I really want to move. There’s something nice about sitting with him, connected and resting. But this is just a one off. The perfect ending to a chapter. And that means I need to leave now.

  Pulling myself off him makes him groan. I smile at that.

  “What’s your name?”

  The question is low and rich, his voice dark and rough in the aftermath of what we did.

  Leaning forward, I press my lips to his ear like I’m going to whisper it. Instead, I bite him. Gently, teasing, enough to make him stiffen in shock for a moment.

  And then I’m gone, walking out of the room without looking back. On toward my new life.

  2

  Jon

  Big green eyes look up at me from where she’s kneeling, and I see bright streaks of lipstick on my cock. Shaking my head, I try to banish the image from my mind. But it’s one of the many that continues to pop into my head featuring her. The nameless woman I fucked in that club and then haven’t seen again.