My legs go around his waist. I can feel the bulge his cock is making pressed against my center as he carries me down the hall and into his room. He carefully sets me down on the bed, caging me in as I fall back into it.
"Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?" I toss out, knowing that he's damn well going to fuck me.
"Don't you worry one bit, sweetheart. I'll fuck you so good tonight; you won't be walking tomorrow."
"That’s one hell of a promise,” I quip back just before he flips the button on my jeans, lowers the zipper, and has them off my body in a few seconds flat.
“A promise I plan to keep,” he says just as his hot mouth descends on my center. He pushes my thong to the side, exposing my wet center to his waiting tongue. He wastes no time, sucking my clit between his lips like a starved man, and I’m his only meal in a month.
I thrash as pleasure starts to course its way through my body. Lee adds two fingers, and my pussy clenches around them. His tongue never stops lashing at my clit, the bundle of nerves almost to the point of being oversensitive as I lose control in a wave of ecstasy.
“That’s one,” Lee comments as I come down from my orgasm. His head is resting against my inner thigh as he looks up at me. I can see the smirk on his lips; he’s obviously proud of himself for bringing me to orgasm so quickly.
“And how many are you going to give me tonight?” I ask, my eyebrows disappearing into my hairline, I’m sure.
“As many as I can.” He bounces his own eyebrows at me as he slides up my body.
“I think you’re a little overdressed, then,” I quip.
“I can fix that, sweetheart.” He pushes off the bed and strips out of his jeans, T-shirt, and boxers. “Now who’s overdressed?” he asks.
I get lost watching as he strokes his cock, forgetting to answer him or move a muscle of my own. “Allison.” His voice pulls me out of my trance.
“Yeah,” I attempt to say, having to stop and clear my throat before repeating it.
“Strip, and we can continue.” He smirks. I tug my shirt off over my head, then quickly lose my bra and thong. I lay back on the bed, naked now, and turn my full attention back to Lee. I watch his every move as he goes to his nightstand and pulls out a strip of condoms. He tears off one of the packets and tosses it on the bed next to me, then places another two on the nightstand before returning the rest of the strip to the drawer. I snag the packet, tearing it open with my teeth and pulling it out of the package. I crook a finger at him, beckoning him to join me on the bed so that I can sheath his cock. He kneels on the bed, staying up on his knees as he comes next to me.
I lean forward, taking his cock in my mouth. I suck him deep, adding a fist to his shaft as I pull back. I can feel a hand sink into my hair as he helps direct my mouth up and down his cock. I give him a few hard, cheek-hallowing sucks before I pop his dick from my mouth and slide the condom down his length. I give his chest a little shove and demand, “Lay back; I want to be on top.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He complies. His hands go to my hips as I straddle him. I reach between us and grip his cock so that I can line it up with my entrance. I slowly sink down on him, his size stretching me out as I take in every last inch he’s packing.
“Holy shit,” I moan, feeling full as I start to move. His shaft is hitting me just right, causing my body to already want to pulse around him, but I hold it off as I find a faster rhythm. The bed is protesting, and we might leave a hole in his wall, but at this moment, I don’t care about any of that. All I care about is finding this release.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Lee encourages me, his hands having moved from my hips. One is rubbing circles on my clit as the other pinches and tweaks my nipples as we both chase our release.
“I’m coming!” I cry out as my body convulses around his cock. I fall forward, my heart about ready to beat out of my chest as I suck in a lungful of air.
“Fucking-A. I could come in your pussy daily and never get tired of it,” Lee calls out as I feel him crest over his own release. I try not to let his words sink in. I know he’s just saying things in the moment of pleasure.
I roll off him, snuggling into his side. We might be in this FWB situation, but he’s never just kicked me out. He’s unlike anyone else I’ve ever had a fling with. He actually wants to cuddle and talk and spend some time together, so I take what I can get and try not to let the rest get to me.
“Where are you going?” Lee’s sleep-filled voice calls out as I slip out of his warm king-size bed.
“I was going to go to the bathroom and then head home,” I tell him, turning to look at him over my shoulder.
“Why?” he asks, sitting up.
“Um, because?” I reply, but it comes out more like a question.
“Go to the bathroom, but then come back to bed. I’m not done with you,” he states. I watch as he tugs back the covers on his bed. I stall for another second before padding my way into his bathroom to take care of business.
As I wash my hands, I take a good look at my reflection in the mirror. I can see the sadness lingering in the depths of my own eyes. Continuing with this little charade is slowly killing me inside. I know when I walk back out into that room, Lee is going to flash me that smile I can’t resist, and I’ll slide right back between his sheets instead of pulling my clothes on and going home, where I would drink and cry myself to sleep.
“Hurry up; the sheets are getting cold,” Lee calls from the bedroom. I shut the water off, drying my hands on the towel hanging from the hook on the wall.
I step out of the bathroom, still naked. I can feel his eyes roaming over my exposed flesh. My mind and heart are fighting internally as to who is going to win this war.
“What’s wrong?” Lee asks, sitting up in bed. The look of concern on his face has my heart melting just a bit.
“Just not feeling all that great. I think I’m going to head home,” I tell him, taking a few steps towards where my clothes are strewn around his room. He meets me at the side of the bed, stopping me from pulling my clothes back on as he slides a hand around my waist and pulls me until our bodies are flush against one another.
“You’d tell me if it was something else, if something was bothering you, right?” he asks as if he already knows that something is bothering me.
“Yeah,” I lie, the words coming out as a whisper. I have to suck in a breath to keep the tears at bay.
“Do you need anything? Some 7-Up and crackers? Soup? Sleep?” he asks, rapid-fire.
“No.” I shake my head slightly. “I just need a good night's sleep.”
“Then come to bed, let me hold you. I promise no funny business; I’ll just hold you all night and let you sleep,” he offers.
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, chewing on it as I ponder what I’m going to do. Get dressed and go home, or allow him to hold me in bed? Once again, my heart and mind are boxing it out. Lee must recognize the raging war inside my mind as he tugs my hand a few feet to the edge of the bed. He slides in, pulling me with him until we’re settled. Lee’s head is on his pillow, and he’s situated me with my head on his chest with his arm around my body, holding me tight. I hold back the tears, his touch soothing, as his hand glides up and down my back.