by Mia Moon
I wondered how long it was polite to let him linger before asking if he was ready to leave. Or maybe he would spend the night. Did I want him to spend the night?
“You can stay if you want,” it didn’t hurt to offer. “You know, like, in the bed or on the couch…”
He shook his head. “I have to get back,” he said. “But this was amazing. Thank you.” He kissed my cheek and grinned, but he didn’t pull away yet. I was glad, because I was enjoying cuddling him. “Think it was good enough for a second date?”
I crinkled my nose. “Nice try,” I said. “But you don’t win by default.”
“Worth a shot, anyway.” He shrugged, and laughed. The sound of his laugh, having just made him orgasm so hard, was intoxicating.
“Worth a shot,” I agreed. “But no dice.”
“Well, maybe I will stay the night then.”
“Or maybe you will go back, like you said you had to.”
“Yeah,” he rolled his big, broad shoulders. “But maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I kissed his cheek playfully. “But then again, I might need more time to evaluate. I think you should stay.”
He smiled, and it was a like the warmth of a thousand suns.
The power I felt was almost as intoxicating as Clint.
Chapter Three
DATE TWO: MARK
Mark showed up for our date with dark blue jeans and a black button-up that already had the top three buttons undone. It flashed a white tank underneath, and he made it all work for him.
I liked that he was a little more casual, because I was looking forward to a low-key night. I was still a little sore from my date with Clint the night before, and I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go tonight. The idea of getting laid twice in a week but by two different men was foreign to me. I’d never been that lucky before.
Still, I was on a roll. And loving it.
He greeted me with a smile and moved to give me a hug. He was two inches shorter than Clint, and his opposite in every physical way.
His eyes were a nice jewel green – a rare color you don’t often see. It paired well with his near jet-black hair, only slightly brown in the right light. His skin was the darkest of the group, and the sleeves of his button-up were rolled up to the elbows, showing off the soft hair on his forearms.
“You look really great,” he said, his whole hand gesturing towards my black cut-off pants and the loose purple blouse I was wearing. I liked it because it hung around my shoulders and breasts but it made my waist look tiny. The kitten heels I was wearing tied it all together, I felt. I couldn’t help but beam.
“So do you,” I replied. Honestly, he was handsome as well. His arms were so muscular I was not confident in his ability to keep from ripping that shirt to pieces.
How had I gotten so lucky?
“I thought maybe something simple,” he said. “Do you like burgers?”
“Yeah, definitely.” I wasn’t sure we were going to make it past my driveway, honestly. Every movement he made was sensual. He had moves like a jungle cat, slinky and velvet. And what was I supposed to do with that? Let it walk away? There was no way I’d be able to concentrate on my dinner at that rate.
He smiled and opened up the car door for me. I slipped in, and found interior was so clean and comfortable. It was also roomy. I hate cramped cars, so slipping into one where I’m not sitting in the driver’s lap is always a nice experience. But this one, however, I wouldn’t have minded sitting in the driver’s lap so much.
He shut the door behind me and moved to get into the driver’s seat. I wondered what he would do if I just leaned over and kissed him, but I didn’t. I could have. He probably wouldn’t have minded.
He turned to face me, and the look on his face mirrored my thoughts. There was no way we were making it to dinner. Oh, well. We had given it a nice thought.
“You sure you’re hungry?” I asked teasingly, leaning over the middle mound and looking up at him. He grinned in return, turning back towards the steering wheel as he contemplated driving.
“I am starving,” he turned back towards me, a long look from those soulful green eyes. “But not for anything like food.”
Who was this woman and what did she do with Mila?
I leaned in a little closer, lashes lowering, looking up at him. He looked down at me, and then there was only half a second’s worth of pause before he reached out, resting his hand against my cheek.
He slid his fingertips down the line of my jaw, gripping my chin. He pulled me close, and he kissed me fiercely. I felt his tongue push past the barrier of my lips without a soft prelude.
I moaned and opened my mouth up for him, letting him in, my hand coming up to rest against the back of his head. He took hold of the back of mine, his other hand moving to the space that was between us.
He pressed a button and his seat leaned back – I was suddenly aware of a lot of things. Of the very flat driver’s seat. Of the tinted windows that were so dark I knew no one could see inside. Of the well air-conditioned interior. All of it was just too perfect a setting.
I all but rolled over the middle space and got on top of him. Immediately I could feel his erection pressed against his pants, and that just made me hungrier.
I grabbed his face and kissed him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth this time, enjoying the moan it pulled from his throat. I liked watched is Adam’s Apple bob with the thrum. I stroked his neck with my fingers – his pulse was racing just underneath his skin, and I ground down against his hips.
He rolled his hips underneath me, pushing against me – I was already wet, so wet. And I wanted him so badly. I didn’t know how I was going to make this work, and regretted my choice to not wear a dress. It was easier to mess around in a car if at least one of you was wearing something that didn’t require a difficult maneuver or two…
He put one of his hands in my hair, holding the back of my head. He kissed my neck and nipped at the base, sucking on the skin. The play of his teeth was addictive.
I wanted him to bite harder. His fingers played at my throat the same way I had played at his, stroking my pulse, diving down to press against the hollow – a light touch, nothing too major, nothing that could actually do harm.
The pressure felt good. He reached down with his free hand and started working with his pants. They slipped down his sharp hips, but I could tell he was going to need help. I took hold of them myself, pulling them down enough underwear and all to let his cock spring free.
“If you want this, get the condom out of my pants.”
I did, and slipped it on him. We both knew where this was headed.
His cock had that nice, slight curve – and I got it down about mid-thigh before I decided that was good enough. I pulled on my own pants after that, pulling them down about as far. It would have been impossible to take them off without a long, awkward pause – and I couldn’t pull my face away from him. He was just so nice to kiss. Our tongues were heated, hungry, eager.
I wanted more of him and I wasn’t willing to let up.
I parted my thighs, trying to see how far they could go with stretching the fabric. He raised his eyebrows and laughed a little bit, just under his breath. “Do you think you can make it?” He asked.
“Of course I can,” I said, and spread my legs just a little wider. His fingers were still stroking my throat like I was a kitten – and then he pressed his fingers against my skin.
The blood flow was starting to slow, just enough to where I could feel the pressure, the slight dizziness. It was a warm, golden haze that I liked. The passion in his rolling hips, in his strong hands – I grinned, a little nervous, even with how much I was enjoying it.
“You ever done anything like this before?” I asked, gesturing to the hand around my throat.
“Of course,” he whispered. His breath was irresistibly warm against my skin and set me on fire, that’s what it felt like. “Do you trust me?”
; I nodded, and he squeezed just a little harder. I moaned, grinding my hips against him – my wet thighs, my soaking entrance against his cock. But not parted wide enough for him to slide in yet. It was going to drive me crazy.
“Part your thighs for me,” he purred into my ear. “Spread your legs like a good girl.”
Ooof. That was enough to make my insides puddle.
With his hand around my throat and his velvet voice in my ear, blind need surged through me.
I wanted to be a good girl, I wanted to be a good girl so badly.
I spread my legs as wide as I could and he twisted, angling his hips enough so that he could slip inside. The tip itself was so big that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to fit all of him inside.
I wanted to express as much but I didn’t want to blow up his ego. He worked his hips carefully, pushing himself inside of me at a steady pace – it was only a few quiet, deep thrusts before he was inside of me completely. I let out a soft, needy sound and sank deeper onto his cock – taking it all inside. I wanted it.
I wanted all of it. I started moving my hips on my own, rising and sinking, rolling them – so wet that his cock was making hushed wet sounds with each thrust. He started thrusting harder, plunging deeper, holding onto my hips and shoving his cock inside. He never let go of my throat.
And then his second hand moved away from my hips and started traveling up my back, skating along the length of my spine until he found my hair. He wrapped his fingers up in it, gripping it close to the scalp and then tugging on the root – a sharp yank. It pulled my head back, and I yelped. I ended up moaning against his hand, my throat vibrating against his palm. Everything was so good all at once.
It was overwhelming, all of the sensation. I wanted more, I wanted so much more, and I had no idea whether or not he was going to give it all to me.
He was picking up speed. And I was bouncing on his hips. I closed my eyes and started losing myself to the sensation. To the pressure against my throat, to the tug against my skull.
It was all so wonderful. So new, so different. He really did feel like he knew what he was doing. I trusted him completely. He wasn’t going to go any farther than this without asking, but I did wonder. Part of me did want to know how much farther he could take it in a proper setting.
He released my throat, finally, and I felt a rush of disappointment along with the flush of blood as it all returned to my face.
The disappointment didn’t linger long, though. I managed to kick off one heel and twist my cut-offs down until I finally pulled one leg free. I swung it over his hips to ride him properly, even still with my body pressed close to his.
I pushed my face into his shoulder and he bucked against me. He plunged himself so deep that he pushed another cry free from my throat, the ecstasy almost too much to bear. I kissed him, my tongue and mouth working to devour him. I wanted every inch of him.
I wanted everything he could give me. I thrashed on his cock, the small space of the car making it an even more intimate experience. I wanted to push myself as close as I could be.
He was going to come. His cock was so thick and so hot. I slid up his length again and then sank down one more time, my own orgasm climbing to the point where my thighs were shaking.
“I’m going to explode,” I whispered.
He only smirked. “Do you have permission?” He asked. My mouth nearly fell open.
“No!” No, I didn’t have permission and no, he wasn’t going to get away with that! “No, I don’t…are you going to give it to me?”
“I might,” he set both hands on my hips, all the better to hold me down while he thrust up into me again. “Do you think you deserve it?”
I made a little protesting sound, but he only laughed at me, rolling his hips again, a rocking motion that nearly made me release on the spot. “Ask for it,” he said.
I considered not doing it. I considered pulling off his cock and finishing myself off right there in the car. But that wasn’t really my style. Besides, I wanted his permission. I wanted to be allowed to finish. I wanted him to tell me that I was so good, that I could be very good and be allowed to cum, because his commanding voice was so very delicious.
“Sir…” it sounded right. “Sir, may I? May I be allowed to?”
“Mm,” he sounded satisfied with that turn. “You have been good. You have been very good. I suppose I can allow it. I suppose that I—”
“Please!” I was getting closer. I wasn’t sure what the consequences for an orgasm without permission were and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. “Please, sir, may I?”
“Yes,” he growled, his voice like thunder in the small darkness. “Yes, come for me, come hard for me…”
I did. Yes, yes, clenching harder around his cock, orgasming so hard that I made a mess all over his thighs and mine. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to relish it.
He thrust deep inside of me again, my ass getting pushed up underneath the steering wheel with the force of his cock. I felt pinned, for a moment, and again I liked it.
He rolled his hips one last time, and then he grabbed my hair again, gripping it tight as he came. He filled me with his cum, so hard and so fast. I felt him fill me up completely to the point where when he began to pull out, I was leaking, spilling his release everywhere.
“Shit,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my ear so I could hear his breathing, holding the back of my head with my hair still tangled around his fingers. “That was…”
“Amazing,” I finished for him.
“Unexpected,” he said. “So unexpected. But good. Really good. Unfairly good.”
“Talk about unfair,” I was panting, stretched out on top of him. I was just laying on his chest and I didn’t care. He didn’t seem to care either. It was a nice arrangement. “You hit me with that so unexpectedly. How am I supposed to react when I’ve never…” My voice trailed off and I waved my hand in the air.
“Never had someone take control before?” He laughed.
“Not in that way,” I said. “But I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
“I’m glad,” he said, pulling his thumb down my cheek and stroking it softly. It felt so nice, especially since the rest of my body was in hyper-sensitive, post-orgasm mode. “I’m really glad you liked it.”
“More than a little,” I said. “More than a lot.”
He nodded. It was quiet for a while, and I finally started to shift. I wondered how I was going to get my pants back on without elbowing him in the face and without getting out of the car and scaring the neighbors.
“You still want burgers, right?” he asked, even as I was fishing around the floorboards for my underwear. Which, mysteriously, seemed to have disappeared altogether. I wasn’t even sure how that had happened.
“Of course I do,” I said. “I am pretty sure you are legally required to feed me after sleeping with me.”
He laughed. “Something like that, I’m sure.”
Chapter Four
DATE THREE: JAMIE
Talk about explosive.
Jamie was more than the other dates combined. He was just so attractive, with his gelled-back blonde hair and his blue-tinted sunglasses.
Oh, my heart.
Our date was a lunch date, he had me meet him at a sub shop and I was definitely not opposed. I waltzed up wearing my cutest top and mini-skirt (having learned from my date with Mark – I mean, not that I expected a repeat but, just in case).
He already had a table for us when I walked in. There was a pitcher of peppermint and rosemary lemonade already on the table (a weird house specialty that I had never been brave enough to try).
I gave him my biggest smile and threw my arms around him for a hug.
I was less shy, these days.
Shyness seemed a moot point when two out of a group of four friends had already seen you naked. I was more than certain word had spread, so it didn’t seem fitting to act shy. In fact that seemed a little bit ridiculous.
“They as
ked us if we wanted to start with a salad or something,” he said. “I told them I didn’t think we were in that sort of place. Also, you look really nice.”
“Why, thank you,” I settled down in my seat. “I do try.”
“You succeed.” He bounced his eyebrows and, honestly, I loved that. I thought it was quirky and cute. “How has your week been, going on all of these dates?”
Whoa, what a question. I let out a sharp breath and grinned. “It’s a lot,” I said. “But it’s a lot of good experiences. I have never been so…sought after?”
“I find that hard to believe,” he reached out and took a glass of his lemonade. I wasn’t sure I was brave enough to try it. Luckily, there was also water. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Now you’re just trying to get lucky,” I pretended to pout. He laughed.
“Hardly,” he said. “I’ve never had to try this hard.”
The waiter came back by and we swept risqué talk underneath the rug for the time being. He ordered us food and we ate together.
And even though we kept the topics general, I could still tell he was the more sensitive of the entire group. Something about him. It was difficult to explain.
When lunch was over he stood, extending his hand to me as we stepped around the table. “Can I walk you home?” He asked. “It’s a really nice day and I don’t think you drove since we’re just up the street.”
“I didn’t drive,” I confirmed for him. “And, yes, I would love it if you took me home.”
He smiled and I settled my hand in his. He squeezed my fingers and we started off in the direction of my house.
The conversation remained pleasant and general, but the longer we were together, the harder it was to pull my focus away. Maybe it was just the sight of him in the natural sunlight. The way his black t-shirt hugged his muscular chest, the way he moved with such long, easy strides.
We rounded another corner and from there, it was just a straight shot to my house. Surely, we could keep up enough general conversation until then. Surely I was going to be able to get through one of these dates without giving in to my incredible desire that these men seemed to ignite.
