HOTSHOT

by Bishop, K. M.

  The moment the water hit his beautiful hair and it started to darken and dampen, I went in for the kill. I grabbed his member and began massaging it, moving it up and down with my hand. He was already so hard, but he started to expand inside my hand stretching against my slender fingers. I almost felt like my hands were not enough to control his raging, beautiful beast. What was I to do…?

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Good, now it has come to my attention that you’ve been a very naughty boy.”

  “Is that right?”

  “You’re, damn right it is,” I said.

  “Well, what are we going to do about it?”

  “You are going to do exactly as I say,” I replied.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I gripped him with both hands rubbing him up and down vigorously as I stared into his handsome face. I could see it in his eyes how much pleasure I was giving him. His eyes were darting back and forth, moving into focus and then appearing dazed; his smile was doing more or less the same thing.

  I kissed him hard on the mouth just then. Chance jerked in my hand slightly in response. I loved the way he felt wiggling, moving, and growing in my hand. It gave me a great pleasure of a power trip. This was so much fun for me. To see the delight in his face and to know that I could make his pleasure greater or less was a thrill. I decided right then that I was going to have a lot of fun with his.

  I gripped him harder and then I began to jerk my hands up and down as fast as I could without any let up. I knew exactly what was going to happen and I wanted it to. I wanted to feel Chance spill his precious seed all over my hands. And then I was really going to make him squirm. This would be excellent.

  “Oh…” Chance moaned. “I’m going to…”

  “Good,” I said. “But not until you are worthy…”

  I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. He had no idea what he was going to have to do to make me happy and to be deemed worthy of this love. But I would show him and he would learn. That was the way this game was played.

  I could tell that he was getting close, but I wasn’t going to let him go yet. No… we had some important business first.

  “Oh… shit…” Chance said.

  He was about to blow his load.

  I let go and his member flopped to the side. Chance’s eyes were wide and he quickly went to grab himself to finish the job. I slapped his hands away and grabbed his face.

  “No… you come when I say…” I growled.

  Chance laughed wildly at this. “Ok. This is different. But I’m game.”

  I was glad to hear that; we were playing this. I was in control; it was my rules.

  I kissed him on the mouth and then pulled back before kissing him again hard.

  His stubble brushed sweetly against my skin. He was so hard, so masculine, just the epitome of alpha. I let my tongue linger on the rugged skin beside his mouth, wetting my appetite and stirring up all of the lust filled juices within me. The sweat was beginning to pour out of my body as I stepped closer to let the water wash over me. My breasts were tingling with excitement, my nipples getting hard like rocks. I pressed them against his chest, brushing my nipples against his. His superb erection lay flat against my stomach now as I embraced him for a sweet kiss and rammed my tongue into his mouth.

  The moans I elicited from his mouth filled me with warmth inside as I held him close to me. I loved his warm embrace. Even though I was trying to dominate him here in the shower, and he was cooperating beautifully, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that I didn’t think I deserved this man in my life.

  Where this empty feeling came from (though it was very fleeting) I wasn’t sure. I’ve always been a strong, confident person but when it came to the matters of the heart and finding real love, somewhere inside of me I thought I might never actually find it.

  And now that it was here, I knew deep down that I was terrified I might lose it somehow. I blocked the thought from my head in that moment though. It would only serve to ruin this amazing mood and the gift of male perfection standing naked in front of me.

  “Drop to your knees,” I demanded.

  “Ok,” Chance said with a smile.

  He dropped to his knees and I propped my right leg up on a ledge in the shower that could have been used to house various varieties of shower gels, shampoos, body washes, lotions, and even shaving creams. But there were only two bottles (shampoo and a body wash) and both of them were in the smaller indentation in the wall to my side.

  This came in very handy. I wonder if Chance’s uncle, or perhaps Chance himself had taken the liberties of clearing out this space which worked perfectly for extracurricular nude activities.

  I was now positioning myself right in front of his face. His eyes were wide as he stared into me and licked his lips to warm himself up. I could see the hunger—literal hunger—in his eyes for me. Chance inhaled deeply, pressing his face closely to me. “Go to work,” I demanded.

  Chance smiled widely and buried his face in me. The moment his beautiful tongue touched me sent shivers skyrocketing through my entire being and I had to grip the walls of the shower with my hands to take the pressure off my buckling knees.

  With the other hand, I placed it on the back of Chance’s head to steady him and guide him. And to push him harder into me when I thought he was slacking off on the job. But he was eager to prove himself. There was no slacker here. No way…

  I leaned back slightly and let the pleasure take me away. All of my thoughts about the work I had to do, the idea that I had so much pressure being placed on me to do well with it and what it might mean for my upcoming career, my friends who all wanted details about my date and love life ever since I’d been assigned the opportunity to meet Chance Atkins (The Chance Atkins, as they liked to refer to him)—all of it was leaving me. The stress was evaporating from my being, easing the tension from my muscles and my mind.

  And this man’s expertly maneuvering mouth was the most amazing thing that I had ever felt happening to my mind, body, and spirit. The touch of his tongue on my flesh was bringing me very close to another orgasm, I could feel it. I was a little concerned about there still being remnants from last night inside of me since I had not showered yet until now, but Chance didn’t seem to mind a bit. In fact, he seemed to prefer it that way. It was becoming obvious that he wanted to consume me in all of the same ways that I wanted to consume him.

  I rocked my hips back and forth against his mouth to add to the sensation. Chance picked up the pace a little bit and started to lick me even harder, hitting all the right spots and then hitting them from different angles and in new combinations. I loved how he kept me guessing. It added to the experience wonderfully.

  I also ran my fingers through his wavy hair as he continued his work on me. I was going to come soon. I could feel it happening within me, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted to come from this or if I wanted something much bigger to trigger my orgasm. After a few minutes of struggling with this decision and teetering on the edge of climax, I made the call.

  I pulled back from him and ordered Chance to stand back up. Then I grabbed his manhood again and began to rub him, stroke him, and jerk him hard then fast, then hard, then slow. I loved moving back and forth on him and adjusting the temp and the strength of the movement. Chance looked like he was getting ready to burst from the seams. I wasn’t sure how much more he could actually stand.

  “Are you sure you’ve earned the right to have me?” I asked.

  Chance nodded. “Yes… I have. I want you so badly…”

  “Good. Then show me how much you want me.”

  I turned around and leaned against the side wall of the shower. I bent over to the floor and grabbed the wall there to give him the right view and a bit of a better angle.

  This was all the incentive Chance needed. Suddenly, he was inside of me. This time he did not go slow or wait for me to adjust to anything. He knew that I didn’t need it. He just w
ent full boar into my sweet, wetness which grew hotter and wetter with every thrust of his massive member inside of me.

  I had to hold onto the wall to brace myself from the impact. I expected that I would be sore or tender after last night, but no… I was more than ready to handle him. And that was encouraging to me. It felt like some kind of new milestone I was getting past.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” Chance said into my ear as he pushed into my body. The slurping noises of our bodies coming closer together were heard over the roar of the shower. The hot water coming down over us was just the extra edge we needed to take our lust even higher. I wasn’t sure how it contributed, but it kind of allowed my imagination to run wild as if we were out in nature under some kind of a warm waterfall in the middle of a tropical climate.

  I rose up slightly to get a better grip on the edge of the shower as I braced myself for the hard pumping movements that were coming my way. Chance’s thickness was so massive. It was impressive to see, but it was a whole other thing to feel that beautiful piece of art pounding away inside of me. I was going to come hard very soon. I had no doubts about that. The man knew exactly how to work me with his expert tool. It was almost like a science that he had possession of. Every single thrust of his body felt differently.

  Chance moved away from me and suddenly laid down in the shower. He motioned for me to come and join him as I gave him a questioning look.

  The water was spraying down from the shower head and landing right in Chance’s stomach. I smiled at the sight and gently lowered myself onto him. He was inside of me once again, stretching me and filling me with is huge member.

  But I was in control now. This was a position I had always been eager to try. I knew that I would love feeling this in control of my partner. And looking down at Chance as I lowered myself down and then pulled back up off him, it was so sweet. And the angle of penetration was different, which I enjoyed as well. Wow, this was hitting me right in the perfect spots. If I leaned forward a bit and kissed him, it hit me slightly differently than if I sat upright and bounced on him like the best version of a pogo stick. I loved the new, fresh variations to sex. I wanted to learn it all and I wanted to live it all.

  I decided to try something new yet again. While Chance was humping me from beneath, I turned my body around so that I was now in reverse cowgirl position. And it felt amazing. I leaned back against Chance, letting my feet rest on his legs and my hands were propping myself up off the floor by his ears. And as I leaned back it felt like doing it doggy style, which was perfect last night.

  And without warning, without any real indication that it was about to happen, I came. And I came hard. My arms felt as if they were going to shake right out of their sockets. I held on to the position, letting my body lean back as far as I could to rest against Chance’s sweaty, wet chest as he continued to pump.

  “Yeah, that’s it!” Chance roared. “Oh, that’s the way. Come hard!”

  I did just that. At one point some of my wetness was pouring out the front of my sex. I wasn’t sure how it was happening, but I thought I might actually be about to squirt out the front of myself. A huge ocean of moisture was breaking out of me as my orgasm shook my insides and ravaged the rest of my body.

  And then Chance finally came hard inside of me, just as I was about to move up off him to decide exactly what I wanted to do next with him. I didn’t fight it or try to stop it. His climax coincided with the ending of my own and that was nice. I enjoyed that we were having our release near the same time.

  And then it was over. The two of us were sitting there on the floor, holding each other with the warm shower still washing over us.

  “You came without permission…” I teased.

  “Oh, no,” Chance replied. “I guess I’ll have to be punished then.”

  “That can definitely be arranged,” I laughed.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  That was an interesting question…

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chance

  “Ah, there we are,” I said as I scraped the scrambled eggs from the plate onto Jamie’s plate.

  “This looks amazing,” she said. “Thank you. Where did you learn to cook this way?”

  I looked at the breakfast spread I had prepared. I made pancakes, eggs, buttery croissants, and some fruit and yogurt. The idea of how I had learned to cook like that made me laugh. But I could see that Jamie was indeed serious.

  “Well, eggs are easy, pancakes are easy, the croissants came out of can, and the fruit and yogurt kind of came together. I’m not sure where you have been eating, but you definitely need to step up your game when it comes to culinary appreciation.”

  Jamie smirked at me sarcastically as I sat down to join her with a hot cup of coffee.

  “That’s funny,” she said. “And I’ll have you know that I cook for myself very well. No one does toaster bagels the way I do.”

  “Ah, that would be good right now; I wished I had some.”

  “So, are you going back to the dorms today?” Jamie asked. This instantly brought up the memory of my place being trashed. I hadn’t wanted to bring it up before, but if Jamie and I were going to be an item then item, then I really didn’t think it was a good idea to hide things like this from her. I had to tell her. She had a right to know if she was going to be my girlfriend.

  Girlfriend… wow… had we even has that discussion, yet? Was it a conversation we were even going to have?

  “Well, about that,” I said. “Something happened at my place yesterday.”

  Jamie grew alarmed. “What?”

  “Well, when I got back from the gym, I saw someone had trashed my entire dorm room.”

  “Oh, wow! What did the cops say?”

  “I haven’t told them yet,” I said. “My roommate might have called them by now, but I haven’t spoken to him. So, who knows?”

  “Wow, that is crazy,” she said. “Who could have done it?”

  “I have a pretty good idea,” I replied. I told her carefully the story about Lucinda.

  Jamie waited until I was done with the story. “Wow, I think I know who that is.”

  “Really?”

  “Well, a little bit. A friend of mine said he went out on a date with her a week ago or so. She was very weird and he said she seemed distracted and hung up on some football player that she did not name.”

  “Well, tell your friend he is lucky if she is not interested in him. This woman is a total loon.”

  “You have to go to the police.”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know what good it will do. I don’t have any actual proof that she did it.”

  “If you don’t report it then isn’t that going to look odd? What if something much worse happens later?”

  “What else would she do?”

  “If she is this crazy, the sky might be the limit,” Jamie said.

  I took a drink of my coffee and wished that I had more information about Lucinda. I really needed to know what her end goals were. What was her game plan? If I did not suddenly realize she was the love of my life after she had terrorized me, then where would she go from here? I knew she was unbalanced, but I wasn’t sure how crazy she might have been. And that was scary. I did not really know her that well.

  “Yeah, I’ll definitely contact the cops. At the very least I’ll have made an incident report on it, right?”

  “Yeah,” Jamie said.

  I was quiet for a moment, but then I asked the question that I had to ask her. “If you want to bail now on what we have going here… I’ll understand.”

  Jamie looked up at me with the kindest eyes I’d ever seen. She was so beautiful and so understanding. I saw the depth of compassion within her right then. And I wanted to hold it in my hands forever.

  “It is going to take a lot more than that to scare me away.”

  The words warmed my heart more than she ever could have known. She was a remarkable woman, far more remarkable than I knew she ever would have given herself c
redit for. This was one of the things I sensed most about her instantly. I knew that there was so much more to her than what met the eye. Jamie was physically beautiful. Any fool could have seen that. But what touched me most about Jamie was how strong her spirit was. It radiated outwardly from her eyes and it touched those who were in contact with her energy. I was very privileged to be one of those people now. Hopefully, I was the person who would be the biggest recipient of this gift. And that was exactly what it was—a gift. It was a gift I would always treasure if she would let me have it.

  “Thanks,” I said. I reached out and held her hands in mine. I kissed her hand and let my lips linger there a moment longer before slowly peeling away. I felt so close to Jamie. I wanted her to sense that, even if I was too scared to tell her just yet.

  I was comfortable saying how I felt, but I still didn’t know exactly where Jamie was at with those feelings. Would she embrace the rapid change as I was doing or would it spook her out a bit and cause her to withdraw from me? I wasn’t sure yet, so I decided to proceed cautiously on that. There was plenty of time to make my feelings known. If things went the way I thought they would, then there was nothing to worry about. All of it would fall into place when it was supposed to.

  “That means a lot to me,” I said warmly. I smiled at her and held the eye contact as she smiled right back at me. When could I reveal myself to her and just tell her that she already meant the world to me? This hiding things away and pretending, though necessary, it wasn’t me and it somehow felt a bit shady. Why did we have to go through these elaborate little games all in the name of love?

  Some people thought the little schemes and games that often accompanied the beginning of relationship were fun and exciting. I never had felt this way. I guess it all went back to my roots and how I had always believed you should be open and honest with everyone, even if it did happen to hurt someone’s feelings because it came off as too blunt. There was no time for beating around the bush in life. You had to get things out in the open so that progress could be made. I hated keeping things back because it put everything else into some kind of silly limbo status where nothing changed and nothing happened because the full facts were not there. I was over that sort of thing.