I slid my hands under her ass and guided her onto my mouth, wanting to bury myself in there and never come out if I could get away with it. She tasted so sweet, like nectar, that muskiness carving a place out for itself in my memory forever. I made sure to take my time, pulling back and licking up and down her dripping slit, looking up and watching her as I did so. She responded to every little move I made with my tongue like it was an electric shock, her face contorting and creasing with every new move I tried on her.
Sometimes, with the women I’d been with before, they had this habit of trying to look all pulled-together and sexy when I was eating them out, but she had completely given herself over to the pleasure and I couldn’t think of anything hotter in the world than that.
My cock was straining against my jeans as I went down on her, stroking her clit over and over again and sinking my fingers into her thick ass as I did so. She groaned loudly, the sound ringing out around the small room, and I knew she was getting close.
I centered in on her clit once more, sucking softly, moving my tongue in gentle motions up and down, up and down, and soon she began to move with me. Holding my head in place, she rocked her hips back and forth. Holding her breath, tensing her muscles, curling her toes, and then finally, finally, coming so hard against my tongue I thought her entire body was going to fall apart.
“Fuck!” she screamed.
Tipping her head back she caught my head in an iron grip with her thighs. Her clit was pulsing on my tongue, and her pussy was slick with my saliva and her juices as she found her climax. For a long, long time the waves came as she jerked against my mouth.
Then, slowly, she came back to find I was still sucking her engorged clit. She pushed my head away roughly, her cunt was too sensitized for any more at that moment. I would have happily spent the rest of the evening turning her into a quivering, coming wreck again and again, but as she leaned down to kiss me my cock was digging into my flesh. It was desperate for release as well.
“That was incredible,” she panted, her face looked as though she had just returned from an intergalactic flight. “I’ve never … Thank you … I …”
“Anytime,” I said, and kissed her again. I loved the way the taste of her mingled on our tongues. She slid her hand down my body and gripped my cock, suddenly bold. I growled into her mouth as soon as I felt her fingers up against my erection.
“Fuck me,” she murmured into my mouth, and at that moment I knew I just had to have her. There was no question in my mind. I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to play this game all night long but for now all I needed was to feel that slick, tight pussy wrapped around my massive cock. I just hoped she would be able to take all of me, or I’d have the time to break her in. Spoil her for any other man.
I pulled her from the dresser and turned her around. She whipped off her dress and shot a look at me over her shoulder, a confident smile flickering on her face as she watched me strip down. I wanted to feel my flesh against hers, every part of her, and I needed it now.
I had some condoms in my bag. I reached over to grab one. Tearing the packet open I swiftly sheathed myself.
“Oh, God. You really are Subway Chad, aren’t you?” she whispered.
“And you’re going to take every last inch inside you.”
Chapter 14
Chad
There was a mirror opposite us, and I could see her eyes shining even in the darkness of that room. I grabbed her hip and pulled her closer, and she arched her back to press herself against me.
“I want to feel you inside me. All of you. Every last inch,” she breathed, closing her eyes as if she couldn’t quite believe it was her saying those words. I wondered if she’d ever done anything like this before. I certainly had, but it had never felt anything close to this. I pressed myself against her slit and sinking my fingers into her hips, and pushed my way inside her for the first time.
“Oh…” she moaned, her head dropping and her fingers tightening their grasp on the counter below her as I entered her for the first time. There weren’t words to describe how good she felt around my cock; warm, tight, sweet and all kinds of perfect.
“Oh, you’re so big,” she breathed.
“Just a bit more,” I said, as I pushed another inch into her.
“Is there a lot of more?” she asked, turning to look at me.
“Just a few inches more,” I said, and thrust.
“Oh, Chad,” she gasped, as I buried myself all the way in.
I held still, and didn’t move for a moment as I watched the two of us together in the mirror. My entire cock was buried inside her. Not many women can take all of me. I knew that image would be seared into my memory until the day I died.
“Feel good?” I asked her.
“It’s feel amazing. I’m so stretched. So full. It’s amazing,” she gasps.
That was my signal. I began to move. I didn’t hold back. I didn’t have it in me to, not after all that I’d had to repress when she had been up on stage with me. She arched her back and pushed herself back against me, moving hard, her eyes open, but half-glazed as though she could barely believe that this was happening for real. I ran my hand up her bare back and wrapped her hair around my fist, tugging it back, watching the spasm of pain and pleasure that passed over her face at my rough handling.
I had to slow down, not wanting to come too quickly, but I knew I wouldn’t last forever. Seeing her like this, bent over in front of me, her thick ass shuddering with every thrust into her swollen pussy, it was enough to get my balls tingling. I was so close.
I slammed deep into her and didn’t move for a moment. She moaned when I slipped my hand between her legs to find her clit once more. She turned her head and stared at me in the mirror, and the look on her face told me she was desperate for more. It sent a new rush of desire through my system that almost made me feel drunk for her.
“Come for me,” I growled. “Come for me, Madison, I want to feel you come…”
I didn’t have the brain space to articulate what I wanted from her any more than that, but luckily for me, it seemed to be enough for her. Her thighs trembled, her lips parted, and her body seemed to slacken beneath mine as her pussy pulsed around my cock, milking me, squeezing the last drops of pleasure from my cock.
A deep groan seemed to come from far down inside her, escaping her lips as this strange strangled cry was torn out of her she climaxed once more. Seeing the look on her face, feeling her body give out around me once more was all I needed to push me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I grunted, as I felt myself go over the edge. The pleasure seemed to rip through me, setting me alight, every limb turning to ash as I did my best to keep myself upright. The sensations exploded through every nerve ending in my body. I held myself inside her for a long while, before I came back down to Earth, before I slowly pulled out.
She was still gasping for air from her own intense orgasm. I looped my arm around her waist and pulled her up and onto the bed, where she let her head sink gratefully back into the pillows.
“Holy fuck,” she mouthed, the words so quiet I could hardly make them out. “That was…”
“Was?” I cocked an eyebrow and slid down the bed next to her. I could already feel something building in me again, at the sight of her generously curvy body splayed out on the sheets for me like this.
“What do you mean?” she asked, suddenly flushing a little as though she was embarrassed by what we had just done. The color on her cheeks was so cute that I had to lean forward and plant a kiss on each one. She squirmed as I let my hand trace over her stomach and down between her legs once more. Oh, this night was so far from over.
Chapter 15
Madison
When I woke the next morning to the thin light filtering through the window opposite the bed, it took me a moment to work out where the hell I was. And then, as he stirred next to me and turned over, the night before came back.
Even though I hadn’t had more than a glass or two of wine,
I felt as though most of the night was still a blur for me. It had all been…hell, it had been more than I had ever dreamed could happen to me.
The whole night had been…it had been something plucked straight out of a fantasy that I would have written off as impossible for someone like me. But, as I carefully turned I saw the man in bed next to me, and it all came flooding back. All of it. In toe curling flashes.
It had all happened.
I had come so many times that I had lost track of the what and the how and where he had fucked me. It had started on the counter, when he had buried his face between my legs and made me come with his tongue. Then he had flipped me around to take me from behind. And then, just when I thought we were done and he was going to boot me out, he laid me down in this bed and climbed on top of me once more and…mmm. Yeah. All of that stuff had happened. Him on top, me on top, me blowing him, him eating me out, making me come with his fingers, his cock, his mouth...
Never, ever in my entire life, had there been anything like the way this played out. The chemistry between us was something I had never imagined actually existed before he had pushed me up against the door and kissed me last night. Before I had tasted his tongue in my mouth I would never have believed this kind of passion was real.
I had assumed that my attraction to him sprang from the fact that I couldn’t have him, and that he was just blowing off some steam with some chick he thought was cute, but this was something else entirely. It crackled in the air the whole night long as our hands hungrily explored every part of our bodies until we were both beyond exhausted and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
But now that I was awake, in the bright light on the day after, and in this hotel room with a man I barely knew, I couldn’t help but feel more than a little embarrassed. I had never done anything like this for a reason, and that was because I had no clue how to handle the morning after.
I looked at my dress, my underwear, my shoes, all strewn around the room, and my heart sank when I realized that I was going to have to walk home in them. Everyone would know that I’d stayed out all night.
Damn, but I couldn’t stay here; he was going back to America, and I wasn’t going to hang about and make a fool of myself pretending that there was a hope in hell he might stick around a little longer for someone like me.
I snuck around the room, gathering myself, and wondered if the doors downstairs were even open yet. Maybe I’d have to hang around until someone came and opened them up for me. How mortifying…
“Hey.”
A voice from the bed caught me off-guard, and I turned to find Chad smiling sleepily at me. His hair was a mess but his body was as flawless as ever, even more so now that I could actually see it in the light of the sun filtering in.
I chewed on my bottom lip. He sucked on it so much last night it was feeling a little raw, but I didn’t care. I would permanently be biting my lip while he was around just to keep from groaning at how damn hot he always looked. Those sculpted abs, that taut chest, his strong arms…
“Where do you think you’re going?” He climbed out of bed, stood, and stretched. Oh my! I bit my lip again. Yes, he was stark naked and his enormous cock was already stirring to life, despite the fact that we couldn’t have been asleep more than a few hours.
“I was headed home.” I gestured towards the door, lowering my gaze, suddenly more than a little embarrassed for him to be seeing me like this. In the harsh light of day, no doubt, he would be wondering why the hell he had taken me to bed when he could have had any one of the stunning women who had been at his show the night before.
“Really?” He cocked an eyebrow, came towards me, wrapped his powerful arms around me, and buried his face in my neck. “You got somewhere else to be, baby?”
“No,” I admitted, closing my eyes and savoring the feel of him so close to me one last time. It stung, knowing that I would have to leave him soon, but I knew it would have been stupid of me to stay.
“Then why the big rush?” he asked, pressing his mouth against my shoulder and grinding against me. I could feel myself getting aroused again, and those thoughts of insecurity and worry slid out of my head like wet paint.
“I don’t want to hold you up,” I said. “You have to go back soon…”
“Not that soon,” he replied, slipping his hand down and letting it rest on my lower belly. He skimmed his fingers over my bush and I felt another jolt of desire lance through me. And there I was thinking I’d tapped out my reserves of pure lust after all we did the night before. But it was still there, that chemistry, as rich and intense as it had been the night before.
That didn’t happen often.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to be waiting around for you to go,” I admitted softly. It was true. When he went, I had to go back to my life, to the reality of no job and a best friend who treated me like shit, but who would probably try to find some way to slide back into my life when this was all over.
“Then don’t,” he suggested. “Come back with me.”
“What?” I stared at him in shock.
“Come with me,” he repeated.
“Yeah, right,” I said with a grin, as if I appreciated his joke. I would have loved to go back with him, but there was no way in hell he would pick up some woman he’d spent one night with and whisk her all the way back across the world with him.
“I’m not kidding,” he replied, and I turned to face him. I was surprised at how unselfconscious I felt, even exposed in the light like this with him. Normally I would be doing everything I could to cover myself up, but he kept his hand on my waist and held me in close.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded, brushing my nose against his softly and closing my eyes, letting myself get lost in this fantasy of him for a few more moments yet.
“I mean, come back with me to America.” He pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes. There wasn’t a hint of mockery in them. “I’ll pay. Just for a while…until we figure this thing between us out.”
“I…” I stared at him for a long moment. I had no job to go back to, my best friend had proved herself to be a completely selfish bitch, and this gorgeous man with whom I’d shared the craziest night of my life had just invited me to travel across the world with him, on his dollar.
I blinked at him. No. I couldn’t. I didn’t know him from Adam. Could I?
I had told myself that I couldn’t do this. That I couldn’t go to this show, or stand up to Eleanor, or get up on stage with him, or touch him, or make love to him, but I had done all of that. And it had brought me here. Why the hell should I stop now? With a rush of nerves and excitement, I nodded.
“I’ll do it,” I agreed, a smile half-a-mile wide spreading over my face.
“Seriously?” His face lit up. “You’ll come back with me?”
“Just for a while,” I warned. “Just to see how it goes.”
“Obviously.” Scooping me off my feet he laid me down on the bed and slid on top of me. Instantly, my heart-rate went through the roof. Nuzzling into my neck, he continued. “Just for a while or,” he repeated my words back to me.
Then began to kiss down my chest and over my stomach, and before I knew it, I was completely lost to this man once more. I wasn’t sure whether I had just made an amazing decision or a bat-shit crazy one, but in the throes of ecstasy, as if from far away I heard his voice say, “Just for a while, or until you get it, that you are mine. All mine. Forever.”
The End
or
Maybe NOT!
Look out for the next installment.
Chapter 16
Madison
“Are you really sure about this?” I asked nervously, from my perch at the edge of the massive bed. We were in the fancy-ass hotel he’d booked us into for his last night in the country. Our room probably cost more than my entire flat did per month.
Chad stopped haphazardly throwing his things into a suitcase and looked up at me, but before he could answer my question, there was a kno
ck on the door. He raised a finger to indicate I should wait for his reply, and went to answer it.
I pulled the edges of the fluffy bathrobe across my chest and sat up straighter. The room service waiter seemed a little flustered as he wheeled our breakfast into the room. I stared at him curiously. When he glanced in my direction I noted the twin spots of red on his cheeks, but by the time Chad handed him his tip, he had made a fast recovery and was openly flirting with him. I guess he just had that effect on women and it would seem gay men too. God, this was going to be hard to get used to.
The door closed on the waiter and Chad poured coffee into two cups. He added sugar and cream before walking towards me with them. I took the saucer from him and murmured my thanks.
“So what issue are you doubting my resolve about?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
I licked my lip and looked at him from under my eyelashes. I’d been thinking non-stop about his offer to take me back to America with him. It had seemed so sweepingly romantic and obviously perfect when he had first suggested it, but with my stupid overthinking brain, I was starting to wonder if I wasn’t just letting myself get caught up in the romance of it. “About me coming with you to America. I mean, it’s all a bit sudden, and you hardly know me.”
“Of course, I am sure I want you to come with me.”
I dropped my gaze down to the steaming liquid in my cup so he wouldn’t see the desperate hope that was no doubt shining there. I was still amazed by the events of the last forty-either hours. When I had gone out with Eleanor the day before, I had never imagined this was how it was going to end.
Hell, she hadn’t either. No, if you’d asked her before we’d left my apartment who was going home with a sexy male stripper that evening, she would have confidently predicted it would be her. Just because she had just gone through a break-up, she believed the universe owed her a very hot guy. As matter of fact, the very one casually drinking his coffee in front of me as though he wasn’t the finest male specimen on the planet.
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