by Lexi Hots
We made our way over to the counter, and he lifted me up, setting me on it. The quartz was cold against my thighs, my shorts only covering me so far, but I didn’t mind as he kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, relaxing against him as we explored each other’s mouths.
His hands found my hips, a couple of fingers touching my bare skin under my shirt, and I had chills of delight.
The kiss deepened, his tongue rubbed and slid against mine, and I felt suddenly hot, overheated. I kissed back to try and match him, learning from what made me feel good. His mouth left mine, hot and wet, and he kissed my jaw, and then my neck.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, unable to keep my voice down.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he said gruffly, locking eyes with me.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Chapter Five
His bed was softer than I expected as he pressed me down into it.
My breath caught and a moan escaped my mouth as he kissed my neck again, settling in and sucking there for a moment. It felt amazing, better than I could have imagined, as he left a hickey and started on another one.
It was like he was marking me as his, but he didn’t have to.
I’d give anything to him, he was all I wanted.
His lips traveled down to the collar of my shirt and he started unbuttoning my blouse. Each button opened was like me spilling another secret, showing him parts of me that I’d never shown anyone. Parts of me I’d never wanted to share before.
When my blouse was completely open, he leaned back for a moment to look me over.
“Beautiful,” he admired, kissing my chest. The word left me buzzing again, gooseflesh breaking across my skin as he pushed my bra up and revealed my breasts to the air conditioned room. His lips found one of my nipples, licking and nibbling there, until I was moaning and writhing beneath him.
In these motions I realized I could feel something between his legs.
I moved again, trying to feel it up to see the size of it.
His lips moved, and he ground down against me, our pelvises rubbing and sparking fireworks in my mind. How the heck did that feel so good? I gasped and moved against him again, feeling him pluck at my nipple and pinch it as we ground against each other.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, unsure how to describe how good this sensation was. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced before, it left me feeling wrecked and enticed all at the same time.
His kisses moved lower again, removing the contact I was craving against him. I wanted us to keep grinding against each other, getting that feeling, but he seemed to have different plans.
His kisses strayed to the hem of my jean shorts, and he unbuttoned and unzipped them.
I had to fight down the wave of embarrassment again as he kissed right above my clit.
“Is this okay?” he asked, I looked down my chest and could see his eyes gazing into mine.
“Yes,” I gasped, unable to lie.
He kissed my arousal through my panties, and then pulled them and my shorts down and off of me. He could see every part of me that I’d hid away for my entire life. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
“Are you ready for your lesson?” he asked settling down with his face between my legs.
“What’s it on?” I asked, trying to be coy.
“How to orgasm,” he smirked, his deep voice rumbled through me like thunder. He kissed my labia warm, hot, before parting them with one hand and licking my clit. It was nothing I’d ever felt before, and I felt like I was losing my mind to the pleasure. Kissing, licking, he worked my clit until my hips were shaking. One of his hands moved against between my thighs, against my entrance.
“You’re so wet,” his voice sounded like admiration, his fingers felt like they were teasing me. He kept pressing and sliding against my vagina but not pressing in fully. My hips moved, and I squirmed against the sensation. His lips and tongue went back to my clit, licking and sucking, and he finally started pressing a finger into me.
It was a strange sensation at first, I could feel my body working to make room for him. He pulled his finger back, and then pressed in again. This time it felt a little better. Paired with his mouth’s work, I felt like I was losing my mind to the pleasure. I could feel him bending his finger inside of me as he thrust, and he suddenly brushed something within me that made a real moan rip out of my throat.
“Oh my god!” I gasped out, unable to fight it down. “Yes, oh my god,” I repeated as he brushed against that spot again. Now he was aiming for it, keeping pace with his tongue and finger, he slid another finger into me and hit that spot with every thrust.
“What are you doing to me?” I gasped, almost sobbing. It felt like I was plummeting towards something, about to hit a brick wall and I wasn’t sure what it was. It scared me, my whole body was shaking and I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I pushed through it, though, trusting him, and all at once it was like my whole body shut down and seized and buzzed in pleasure and sensation. My mind felt like it had gone pure white and all I could feel or think about was pleasure.
I could feel my breath hitching, my body clamping down around his fingers, and it was a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.
“James,” I moaned his name as I came down from it. I needed him in my arms, I needed his lips on mine. I patted his shoulders, and he seemed to understand. Pinning me down to the bed, leaning over me, he kissed me. I didn’t mind that his mouth tasted like my own orgasm, all I cared about was having him close to me in that moment.
We kissed for a couple minutes, and I could feel my body relaxing and melting into the bed against him.
“Do you want me to end the lesson for today?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.
“No,” I shook my head. I needed more, even though I just came. I felt insatiable, and it was embarrassing but I wasn’t going to lie to him. “I want to do more, but I think I need a break down there,” I tried to explain, unsure what else would make it clear.
“We can do that,” he said, kissing me again. Sitting up, away from me, he stepped off the bed and started to unbutton his pants. I understood where he was going with this, and I felt my mouth water at the idea of it.
I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel.
Dropping his pants and underwear, he stepped out of them and walked towards me. His cock seemed large, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever fit it inside of me when I’d had trouble with just his fingers.
James sat on the bed beside me, and I couldn’t resist my want to reach out and touch his cock. It was just a couple shades darker than the rest of his body, but the head of it was a beautiful pink that made it look like a sweet.
I touched it, and it was hot and welcoming against my fingers. Rubbing, stroking it, I looked up and saw that his eyes were clouded over dark with arousal. It felt powerful.
“Here, touch the head like this,” he showed me with his thumb, and I followed his direction. Rubbing further, I was able to elicit a moan from him, and felt emboldened by it. Leaning forward, I licked the head of his cock with a little caution. His fingers tangled in my hair, letting me know he liked that, and this time I sucked the whole head of his cock into my mouth like a lollipop.
He moaned again, his voice rumbled through the room and echoed in my ears. Rolling my tongue over the head of his cock, I sucked softly and worked the rest of his length with my hands. It tasted salty, but intoxicating, and I wanted to go further.
I wanted to show him how good of a student I was.
Lowering my mouth, taking more of him in, I let him slide back against my tongue.
“Hollow out your cheeks, watch your teeth,” he directed me. It felt good to have him lead me through it. I followed his instructions and sucked and pulled him in further. I wasn’t sure where I’d start gagging, so cautiously I pulled back and then took him in again. He moaned, and it felt so good.
I wanted him to feel as good as he let me feel.
Working
the rest of his length with my hands, I could feel his fingertips tighten and loosen in my hair, like a beating heart telling me to keep going. I hummed in content at the feeling, and felt him buck at the sensation. Oh. This time I hummed with purpose, and he bucked again, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged at this having to back off a little.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but deep.
“Mhm,” I said with his cock still in my mouth. He moaned again at the sensation, and I kept going, feeling egged on and encouraged. I could feel his hips flexing and moving beneath me, I could tell he was enjoying this and I was so glad I could give him that pleasure.
My body was reacting again, waking up from the post-orgasm slumber and firing into wanting him again. It was overwhelming, and I wasn’t entirely sure if it was normal.
I didn’t want to hide it from him though.
Pulling my mouth off of him, with a popping noise, I had to tell him.
“I need you,” I gasped the words out like a salvation, like they were all I needed to say for the rest of my life.
“Come here,” he murmured, pulling me up to kiss him again. It was tender, sweet, I relished the sensation as he rolled me over so I was on my back beneath him. James’s hands explored me again, this time with intent. It was like he’d been waiting his entire life, I knew that I had.
His fingers slipped between my legs, pressing into me again, making sure I was ready. I gasped against his lips, and he kissed me through it, even as I writhed beneath him desperately.
My legs were resting spread, with him laying between them, and I felt my entire world go to a standstill as I felt him press his cock against my entrance. It was another tease. He circled my entrance, and then slid up to my clit and rubbed against it tantalizingly.
“Please,” I begged, feeling like I’d fall apart if he kept this up.
I didn’t have to ask again.
He pressed into me and a full dialogue of worship spilled from my lips for him. It was a tight stretch, but he took his time with me. Slowly, slowly, he filled me with his cock. I felt my back arch against the sensation, an exquisite burn accompanied the stretching.
Pulling back a little, he rocked into me again.
My thighs shook against the feeling, my mind was firing off a thousand different feelings, sensations, until all I could do was moan as he pressed into me once more. It decidedly felt good, almost too good, I was overwhelmed and more desperate and yet sated with every motion.
Every moment of it was both too much and not enough.
My knees bent, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, which allowed him to bottom out inside of me. I was completely full of him. My fingers tangled in the sheets beneath me as he started upping his pace. Every thrust was a little faster, a little rougher, like we were building up to a rhythm I didn’t think I’d be even to take even ten minutes ago.
I felt him change his position, sitting up and setting me on my thighs, his hands were tight on my hips. He kept going, filling me and using me and leaving me moaning and crying out in pleasure. How had I waited for this so long?
Why did I let myself miss out on sex for so long?
No, I couldn’t let myself regret anything. I was beyond happy that my first time was with him, it felt so amazing that nobody else could have measured up. His fingertips were getting tighter, and as the angle changed, he hit that spot inside of me that his clever fingers had found before.
“I’m close,” I gasped out, the words leaving me in surprise. His tempo was getting erratic, and was pulling me apart at the edges.
“Good girl, me too,” he murmured.
My orgasm shook me even harder this time.
I could feel every inch of the summer storm that was striking outside. Every drop of rain, every roll of thunder, I was disappearing into the sensation and releasing every bit of tension in my body. I felt his hands grow tighter on my hips, and his thrusting slow as he came inside of me.
I was breathless, overwhelmed and overjoyed.
He collapsed down beside me, kissing me tenderly as we both came down from it.
I curled up against him, although we were both hot from the strain, and we kissed again. I couldn’t help but think I’d found my passion in him.
Story 10
Chapter One
Walking into the Charles Montgomery Medical Center was a daunting experience. Pale marble flooring and acres of glass fronted the place I would be working now I’d graduated college with the highest grades in my class. In through the rotating doors, being nodded to by one of the security guards, who cast a glance at my shiny, new ID. card.
Not the best photo I’ve ever taken, but not bad.
In the main lobby sat a reception desk with a middle-aged woman and younger man. Grandmotherly kindness radiated from her face as I walked by, her dentures shone as she smiled at me before speaking to an invisible someone on her headset.
The atmosphere felt alive with positive energy and the hope of better health, this was somewhere people came to get better not to pass away. Doctors and nurses milled about or walked purposefully through the inner atrium, talking animatedly as they went. And I was about to join them!.
At the bank of mirrored doors that were the elevators I tapped my ID. against the call pad to bring the car down. Somewhere deep inside the building electronics and machinery responded and the doors slid open with a light hiss. I stepped in and tapped the touchscreen control for the twelfth floor. As the doors started to close an arm appeared, holding a cup of coffee from the cart downstairs. Metal slid apart again, revealing a young man with a serious, dark brown haircut and honey-chocolate eyes that I’d normally only see in my dreams.
He stood there, arm extended, as those gorgeous eyes roamed across my face and body before, finally, reaching my eyes. A smile split his face and I felt the blush redden my cheeks – he knew I’d been checking him out too. I grinned and reached for the cup watching him snatch it away from me.
“Hey, don’t mess with a man’s coffee!” He said as he stepped into the elevator. “Twelfth floor, huh?” He asked, glancing at the screen. “VIP. section right there. The name’s Kyle,” he added, offering his hand. “Peterson.”
I took it shaking gently as I introduced myself too.
“TallieWainright,” I said. “It’s my first day.”
“Well welcome aboard, TallieWainright,” Kyle said with a warm smile. “This is me,” he added as the elevator halted on ten. “We can’t all be dealing with celebrities all day, he added. “See you around.”
I watched him retreat as the doors slid closed and opened again a few seconds later on my floor.
I still couldn’t believe this was a hospital. When I’d been given the tour by the head of staffing I must have looked like an awestruck teenager, walking around with my mouth open at the luxury around me. Pale cream walls featured expensive paintings by current artists. The floor, a cream marble veined with dark brown patches, had a mirror polish to its surface and each of my footsteps echoed gently as I walked through.
At the nurse’s station there was a commotion, with the senior sister trying to field two phone calls while typing something on an iPad. The look of hopeful gratitude that came over her face when I appeared was priceless.
Connie stood at five feet in height, with light brown skin and a distinctly South American accent. Although in her early thirties she gave off a distinctly motherly vibe and I’d warmed to her during my orientation.
“Tallie!” She mouthed. “Thank God!”
I smirked as she finished her calls and turned to me, panting.
“I’m really sorry to do this to you on your first day, sweetie, but can you start early?”
“That’s why I came in,” I told her. “Get a head start on things.”
“You’re a life saver,” she said. “I’ve got two girls off sick and they called up from the second floor to take two others for emergency surgery. Then it turns out that no one bothered to let me know some of the Atlanta Ra
vens are coming in for pre-season check up,” Connie rolled her eyes. “But why should they tell me? I only have to make sure they get all their X-rays, BP's done and put up with all their B.S...”
“Connie,” I said in a soothing tone. “Just let me get changed and I’ll look after the Ravens.”
“Oh no,” she said. “I couldn’t let you do that, they can be...difficult sometimes.”
The phone started to ring again and her eyes cut to it.
“Look I grew up in a house full of boys, I’ve got three brothers and I can hold my own.”
Still looking skeptical, Connie flapped her hands at me as she plucked the phone from its cradle.
Chapter Two
Ten minutes later I was back, changed into scrubs and with my hair pulled into a ponytail. Connie was on the phone again when one of the patients pressed their call button. She hung up, looking at me with a pleading expression on her face and I checked the board to see who needed attention.
Mrs. Caldwell, room twelve-oh-five.
I trotted along the corridor past empty rooms and a few with patients in before getting to Mrs. Caldwell’s room and knocking before I entered. It was dim inside, the blinds had been drawn and I had to pause until my eyes adjusted.
“Who are you?” A voice like gravel hitting a windowpane demanded.
“I’m Tallie, Mrs. Caldwell,” I ventured. “What can I help you with?”
“Where’s the other one?” The disembodied voice snapped. “That Mexican, where’s she?”
“Connie’s dealing with something else at the moment,” I said. “Can I help?”
Silence greeted my question and I was just about to leave when she spoke again.
“Open these blinds, and get me some fresh water,” she ordered.
I took a breath and entered Mrs. Caldwell’s room, pressing the button on the remote control immediately next to her bed that flooded the room with light. I took the jug of untouched water, emptying it down the sink in her en-suite bathroom before filling it again and returning.
