“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.
For 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.