I can’t believe it either, but I meant what I said, I want a night with her, an entire night.
“I’m sor—”
Dottie faces me and from her side, slowly unzips her dress until it’s a puddle of fabric on the floor. Standing before me in nothing but a matching black lace thong and bra is the most absurdly sexy woman. “Dottie . . .”
She lifts her heel-covered foot and presses it against my chest, forcing me to lean back into the couch and before I can protest, she works her hands to my thighs, slowly climbing with deep pressure until she reaches the button and fly of my pants.
“I want you too.”
She undoes the button.
“Like really fucking bad.”
There goes the zipper.
“But shouldn’t we . . . oh fuck.” My head falls to the back of the couch as she pulls my rock-hard cock out of my briefs and jeans. She shimmies my pants down along with my briefs with little help from me, and then grips my cock.
A look of awe and nerves scatter through her expression as she pumps my length up and down.
“Hey, Dottie, that feels— Ahhh fuck, that feels good,” I say when she rubs her thumb over the head, playing with the tip. Jesus fuck, I nearly fly out of my jeans from the sensation. Just as I start to get comfortable, she stands up and straddles my legs before sitting down on my lap. She reaches behind her and undoes her bra, letting it fall to the ground with her dress.
There is no stopping me now, not when I get sight of the most perfect pair of breasts I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.
Holy shit, Dottie.
Round and plump with dark nipples, they sway and bounce with her every move, perfect for her body size. I reach up and cup one, feeling the weight in my palm before I cup the other. She brings her thong-clad center to my dick and then leans back, placing her hands on my thighs.
And then, she rocks her hips and I just about blackout from the sensation, from the position, from the feel of her in my hands, from just how wet she is through her underwear.
“Shit,” I grunt, taking hold of her hips and giving her a better angle on my cock.
She must like it because her mouth falls open, a silent moan floating into the air. Her hands grip tighter on my thighs as she undulates with my help. Up and down, up and down, the friction building and building between us, the heat in the room skyrocketing, this moment branded on my brain.
“Right there, right there,” she says, her stomach hollowing out, her hips rocking faster. “Yes, Jason. Oh my God, yes.” Her chest lifts. I hold her up with one hand while I keep pressing down on her hips, intensifying the experience for both of us. “Oh . . . fuck,” she groans just as her pleasure takes over. I watch as she falls into bliss . . . from riding my cock. God, she’s incredible. I love that she took exactly what she wanted, however she wanted. So fucking hot.
“Shit, that was—” Her hand falls to my erection and she starts pumping feverishly, her hold so tight that I need to focus on how to breathe as air escapes my lungs at a rapid succession.
Her breasts rest against my legs, and I wish I was free of my pants to feel her hard nipples rubbing against my skin. Not strong enough to even consider taking my pants all the way off, I go for the next best thing. I reach out and cup her breast, passing my thumb over her nipple. Hard, like a pebble, I relish in the contradiction between her soft breast to her erect nipple, the feeling so erotic I can already feel my impending orgasm.
It begins with her stroke, the tight hold she has on me.
It continues with the little passes of her tongue over the head of my cock. Flicks that travel around in a circle and then focus on the underneath.
She looks up at me with so much lust that it breaks my self-control.
And it all tumbles down when she reaches down and squeezes the base of my cock while her mouth takes me all the way in.
Fuck. I’m gone.
Like an out-of-body experience, I feel myself floating off the couch, the rest of my apartment turning black, leaving just me and Dottie, together, her swallowing my dick so hard, so fast, that I squeeze her shoulder. The voice that falls past my lips sounds nothing like me, as it’s almost a squeak.
“Going to come.”
She pops her mouth off my dick just long enough to say, “Good,” before lowering her head again.
There’s nothing to grip as pressure builds at the base of my spine. No hair to hold on to, no shirt. Fuck this couch and its sturdy fabric. I reach behind me, hold the edge of the couch, and as she sucks me one last time, hard and long, I come.
I come like a goddamn king, ferociously, and with a long groan so I don’t realize Dottie is climbing back on top of me until her lips are passing over mine.
“I have to go.”
“Wh-what?” I say breathlessly, unsure if I can even lift my head, let alone help her dress. “Just stay for a second.”
“Can’t. I have a lot to do.”
I watch like a chump, sitting back on the couch, dick lying against my stomach, still reeling from what just happened as she dresses.
“You can’t just leave me like this.”
She laughs and slips her dress over her head. “I think I can. I don’t predict you’ll be getting up in the near future.” She has that right. She zips up her dress and pats at her hair, not a strand out of place. “Thank you . . . for this.”
“Uh, why are you thanking me? I don’t think I did anything.”
“You did more than you think.” Her cheeks redden when she lowers to my lap and sits across it. Her hands fall to my chest as she places a soft kiss against my lips. “I will say this. I’m going to text Jessica, my assistant, because I don’t think I have any ChapStick at the office and I’m going to need some.”
“Ah, now I can do something for you.” I reach into my pocket of my loose pants lying mid-thigh and hand her my Carmex. “Here, take it with you.”
“Thank you.” She pops off the cap and smooths the balm over the corners of her mouth, wincing for a second.
“Hey, you okay?”
She nods and puts the cap back on. “You were just a lot bigger than I’ve, uh, ever seen.”
“Oh.” I chuckle. “Sorry,” I say awkwardly, not that I can change my dick size or anything.
“Don’t be sorry. Just need to get used to it is all.” She plays with the collar of my shirt. “I can’t wait to have you inside me, especially after having you in my mouth.”
Jesus Christ. This woman is like a gift sent from above.
“Keep saying things like that and you’re never getting out of here.”
With one more kiss and a pat to my chest, she lifts off my lap and heads for the door to my apartment. “I’ll text you later. Can’t wait for tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait either. Bye, sweet cheeks.”
She waves her fingers at me and is out the door, leaving me spent with my dick and balls out. I think I might have to cancel batting practice. She just sucked all the energy out of me. Literally and figuratively. Shit. How did I get so fucking lucky?
Dottie: I miss being across the hall from you.
Jason: Words I never thought you’d say.
Dottie: I know, I surprised myself, but despite your annoying tendencies and non-stop chattering, I miss it.