by Gina Kincade
When a woman gives herself to you, wouldn't you opt for a car? I didn't say anything. He led, and I followed.
The entrance to the metro was a huge hole in the ground, and it went on forever. The Woodley Park Station escalator took over a minute to ride down. People usually walked down the steps on the left. We stood to the right, Ethan on the step below me. He reached his right hand behind him and cupped my pussy. I leaned into his back and closed my eyes.
Everyone was in such a big hurry. No one paid any attention to our inappropriate groping. The escalator descended farther and farther underground.
By the time we reached the bottom, my legs were a little shaky. Ethan held my hand, and we walked to the metro platform. It was crowded, but quiet. We walked down the platform toward the middle, toward the crowd. Ethan leaned against the railing and pulled me into his front.
I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. He held me tight against him.
"You feel that, Kendall." He rubbed his hardness against me. "You feel how hard my cock is for you?"
His dirty talk tickled my spine.
"Are you wet for me?" he asked.
I nodded my head.
"How do you know?" His tongue darted out behind my ear. "Are you soaking your panties? Are we going to have to do laundry again?"
His hand grazed my pussy.
My throat hitched. I looked around. I had my sweater over my arm, hiding Ethan's hands on my body.
I didn't really care at the moment. I leaned my head back and reveled in what his teasing and touches promised.
When the train arrived, we all shuffled to enter. We grabbed a seat. Ethan had me sit next to the window, and he sat next to me. Throughout the whole ride, he looked at me. He touched my face and ran his fingertips down my cheek and jawline. He laid quick kisses on my neck and squeezed my shoulder. Lost in his touch, I didn't notice the little girl sitting in front of us right away. She had turned around in her seat and stared wide-eyed.
I grinned and nodded at Ethan.
He turned and smiled.
The little girl smiled.
Ethan made a funny face, and the girl giggled. Her mother made her turn back around and be quiet.
The rest of the ride we behaved ourselves.
On the short walk to Ethan's place from the metro station, we didn't speak. He bound up the stairs, and I followed close behind. He opened the door and ushered me in. Before I took three steps toward his door, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled my back against the front door.
He stepped in front. He hitched up my dress, pushed my panties to the side, and ran his fingers through my folds.
"You were telling me the truth." His fingertips skimmed my clit.
I moaned.
"Are you telling me the whole truth?" He dipped his head and bit down on my breast through my clothes. I arched my back. His mouth found my nipple. It ached it was so hard. He sucked on it through the fabric.
He continued to nibble at my skin and work his mouth up my chest and my neck and captured my lips.
"I want you so bad like this," he said. His voice husky and a little scary. "Letting me take control. Are you sure you want this?"
I nodded.
"I need you to say it," he growled in my ear.
"Yes. Take me how you want." He leaned back and stared into my eyes. I hope they told him what he needed to hear. "Please."
"Spread your legs," Ethan commanded.
My body responded.
Ethan shoved two fingers into my pussy. At the same time, he stabbed his tongue in my mouth. I was full of him. He guided me toward the door to his place. He fumbled with the door while fucking me with his fingers. I was too far-gone to care. I wanted him to finish me off. I wanted to come for him so badly.
When he got the key in the door, he held me inside the doorframe. He threw his keys inside the apartment and pressed his hands on my chest.
His mouth moved back down my neck. He continued to finger fuck me. His thrust pressed on my g-spot and his thumb pressed down on my clit. The orgasm hit me. I screamed and held the doorjamb for support.
Ethan slid down to his knees and pushed my dress up around my waist.
"I've got to taste you like this." He yanked my panties down and replaced his fingers with his tongue.
I reached for something to hold on, to keep me from crumbling to the ground. I reached out in front of me for support.
Ethan chased me, leaning back to sink his tongue deep. He gnawed on my clit and dived back in my pussy. When I was about to explode again, he stopped.
"No." I groaned.
He scooted out from in front of me and turned around.
Embarrassment flooded my system, but it was short lived when his fingers probed my backside. When his tongue pressed into my ass, I forgot all about decorum and cried out.
"Oh fuck," I yelled.
Ethan chuckled against my hole, and it vibrated inside me.
I couldn't even put together any type of sentence. I was all moans and grunts and weird animal-like tics. My brain was mush. I couldn't think. All I could do is feel. I felt him everywhere. He had his fingers inside my pussy, his tongue in my ass, and his hand rubbing my clit.
"Come on, Kendall. Come for me again."
I shook my head.
Who was I saying no to? My body shook. I tightened my grip.
I felt the build of the orgasm in my stomach. It was rolling and rough. It would tear me apart. The orgasm would destroy me.
"Come, Kendall," Ethan yelled from below.
My mind might have said no, but my body had found a new guide.
It followed Ethan's command over the edge. All I could do was hold on to my sanity and go along for the ride.
I lost my grip on the door. I lost feeling in my legs and collapsed to the ground.
"Oh, shit," Ethan yelled.
I didn't feel anything. I was upright one minute, and the next, I was on the ground. I rolled over to my side and brought my knees up to my chest and held myself.
Ethan wrapped his arms around me and held me. My mind took a few second to return to consciousness.
If we kept this up, one of us would wind up in the hospital.
"Are you okay?" Ethan asked.
I heard Ethan's voice. The tone produced another shockwave. I groaned for him to shut up. The tone of his voice calibrated to work my body into submission. It was a strange and exhilarating feeling.
"Kendall," he yelled.
My eyes popped open.
He stared down at me. Concern played at the corners of his mouth, so I reached out and touched his chest. His heartbeat was strong against my palm.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah." I leaned up and kissed him. His lips tasted tart. My juices covered his mouth and chin. I pressed my tongue in his mouth and kissed him, a thank you for what it did to my body.
Ethan pulled me into his arms and on his lap.
I deepened the kiss.
He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled.
I struggled against his hold.
He studied my face.
"I want more," I said.
He narrowed his eyes and loosened the grip in my hair.
That was the exact opposite of more.
"Ethan," I said.
He pushed me off his lap and stood. He glared down at me, his expression a cross between heat, hard anger, and amused lust.
"Get on your knees," he commanded.
I smiled.
ETHAN
She scrambled to her knees. The adrenaline coursing through her body masked the pain from falling on her hip. I tried to catch her, but I hadn't expected her to come so hard she lost the use of her legs.
I was good, but I wasn't that good.
Oh, hell. Maybe I am.
I reached down and touched her cheek. She leaned into my touch, her eyes never leaving mine.
I pinched her lip with my thumb and finger.
She opened.
I slid
my finger between her lips and across her tongue.
She sucked on it.
I watched her lips move, sliding up and down.
I couldn't release my cock fast enough. If her mouth felt this good on my fingers, I couldn't wait to have her pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock.
When I pulled myself out of my boxers, she stopped sucking.
"Don't stop." She continued. Her eyes focused on my cock.
I stroked it up and down. It felt bigger in my hand like it was trying to impress her. I took a few steps closer and removed my fingers from her mouth.
She opened her mouth.
"Wider," I said. "Stick your tongue out."
She did as she was told.
I touched the head of my cock to tip of her tongue. It felt so right. I held in a moan. My precum beaded on the head, and I rubbed it on her lips. She slid her tongue across her top lip and opened wider, pleading with her eyes for me to give it to her.
I did. I slid my cock into her mouth and over her tongue. We both groaned when I hit the back of her throat.
She opened wider.
I nudged against the back.
She gagged on it a little, but something she did caused her throat to open, and she swallowed my cock and sucked.
Her tongue swirled around my shaft. Her nose pressed against my pubic bone.
I looked down at her, buried deep in her mouth, fascinated by how she fit me inside her with not much effort.
Something tingled in my belly, and the pressure caused my balls to draw up. I was about to come, but that wasn't possible. She'd sucked my cock for less than a minute. I'd been buried in her throat for seconds, but my body felt what my mind couldn't comprehend. I was about to come from the quickest and most amazing blowjob of my life.
I groaned and pulled away from her.
My body warred with my mind. I wanted to be balls deep in her, in any hole she offered, but I didn't want it to end so soon. I was scared I wouldn't recover in time for us to do it again. Who knew when I'd have another chance?
When I pulled out, it hurt.
Her teeth scraped against my cock, but it made me even harder.
The force caused her to lurch forward, and her hands dropped to the floor to brace herself.
She gasped, and her body heaved forcing air back into her lungs.
She lifted her head and looked at me. Her hand came off the floor.
"No," I said. "Stay right there."
She placed her hands back on the floor. I walked around her, softly stroking my cock. I inspected it to make sure she hadn't damaged it with her teeth. It remained impossibly hard in my hand. The tingle was a soft rumble in my balls.
I knew I wouldn't last long, but if I was going to explode, I wanted to do it in her pussy.
I had replaced the condom in my wallet, so I grabbed it, tore open the wrapper, and put it on.
She had her clothes on. Her dress had gathered at her waist. It was half off one shoulder. Her panties lay in a messy clump on the floor in the hallway.
I was fully clothed, too. My slacks open but sitting low on my hips. My shirt untucked and wrinkled. My cock stood straight out. It made our little fuckfest that much more dirty, more desperate.
I didn't need an audience, though.
The upstairs tenant could walk in and find us at any time. I went to the door and nudged her panties in with my foot and closed the door. I locked it and turned back to find Kendal watching me.
"What's wrong, Kendall?" I stroked my cock and walked back toward her. "You look like you have something to say."
"Fuck me." Her voice came out in a sexy husky tone.
"Oh, I will." I looked down at her.
"Now."
"I thought I was in charge tonight." I raised an eyebrow.
"Ethan, please," she pleaded.
Her desperate begging drove me crazy. She had no idea. I slowed it down because I was ready to blow my load all over her. I needed to take it slow.
"You are greedy when you don't get your way, aren't you?"
She let out a sadistic little giggle and shook her ass at me.
"Now you're trying to entice me with your fucking gorgeous body," I said. I pushed her knees farther apart. "Arch your back. Show me your wet pussy."
She tilted her ass up, and her pussy came into view. It was wet and puffy.
"Have you ever had a tongue in your ass before?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"You're studying to be a lawyer, Kendall. Use your words."
She grunted. "No."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes," she said with no hesitation. If I could see her face, I’d bet it was red.
I knelt behind her. My hand settled on her lower back.
"Anyone ever fucked your ass?" I rubbed the head of my cock over her hole.
She tensed and turned her head toward me.
I chuckled.
"Don't worry. We'll save that for another time." I gripped the back of her neck and pushed her back down. "I'm just going to fuck the shit out of your pussy, though. Are you ready for me?"
"Yes," she said.
"Say it. What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck my pussy."
"How do you want it?" I asked, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock. I pushed in and pulled out when she didn't answer.
"I can't hear you," I growled.
"Fuck me hard. Please." She slammed her hand on the floor. "Now."
I pushed into her, and we both cried out. She fell to her elbows and pushed her ass back into me.
I pulled out until the head was at her entrance.
She didn't wait for me to push in. She pushed back and impaled herself on my cock. My balls slapped against her pussy.
I pulled out and pushed her hips to the ground. I straddled her thighs and placed myself at her entrance again. She wiggled her hips to get me to enter her.
"Stop, or I won't give you what you want," I said.
"Yes, you will." Her sassy mouth was about to get her into trouble.
I pushed down on her lower back.
She gasped.
All those little nerve endings made her body stiffen.
"Yeah, maybe. But you won't enjoy it."
She whimpered and settled back down.
I pushed into her. She contracted around my cock, and I pulled out and pushed back in hard.
My hips slapped against her ass.
She tilted her ass up so I could get deeper. She was so soft and hard at the same time.
"Your pussy is so tight like this." I struggled to move in and out of her. It was more of a jerking motion. It hit her in the perfect spot from the way she responded.
She felt so good wrapped around me, under me. I leaned down and tasted her sweaty skin between her shoulder blades. She tasted so good. Her moans were music to my ears. She even smelled good. We fucked with all our senses. She was in every part of me. All over my skin, in my nose, on my tongue.
I had distracted myself enough. I couldn't hold back anymore. I was about to explode, but I wanted her to come with me.
"Kendall," I said her name, pushed into her, and stopped with my cock buried deep.
She didn't answer.
"Kendall." I pulled her back by the hair.
She groaned.
"What?" She spat at me.
"Are you with me?" I asked.
"Don't stop. I'm close."
"Wait for me."
She tried to shake her head.
My grip on her hair tightened.
"Don't say no to me, Kendall."
I pulsed in her pussy.
"Oh," she said and leaned up on her elbows. "Yes. Like that."
"Don't come until I tell you to."
"Hurry up," she said through gritted teeth.
Oh fuck. I should have stopped. I should have denied her. I couldn't do it. I was too far-gone, and the thought of pulling out of her right now was the worse idea in the world.
Instead, I tried to
prolong it. I slid all the way out and all the way in as slowly as I could stand it.
"Ethan. Please." Her final pleas did me in.
I fucked her hard and fast. I fell on her back and continued to thrust in and out of her.
She reached back and dug her hand in my ass to keep me inside her.
It was all too much to take.
"Now, come—" The words had barely left my mouth before she squeezed my cock with her pussy and we rode out our orgasms with animalistic primal screams. If either of my tenants were home, I was sure they heard.
I didn't care.
Kendall grunted and shifted under me.
I pulled out and collapsed by her side.
She laid her head on her hand and closed her eyes.
I curled up next to her, kissing her on her shoulder.
She hummed.
I lay my hand on her shoulder blade and drifted off to sleep.
"ETHAN." HER SOFT VOICE woke me out of a soothing dream.
I felt her skin on my cheek. I lifted my head and laid my lip on her back.
She shuddered.
"You passed out on me again," she whispered.
"Sorry."
"No. It's okay." She rolled over on her side. "You needed time to recover."
I pushed the skirt of her dress down over her hips and thighs and collapsed on my back.
She looked down and then back up at my face.
"Too tempting." I laughed. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She held up her elbow. A bruise had formed.
"I think that was your fault," she said.
"You're the one who forgot how to stand."
"With your tongue in my ass." She giggled.
"Oh, yeah."
"You forgot that part." I leaned over and kissed her elbow. "But I'm not sorry."
She smiled. "Neither am I."
Chapter Thirteen
Kendall
I lay on my side—a sweaty, sticky mess.
Ethan had pulled off the condom and put his cock back in his boxers.
We stayed like that for a while on the floor in front of his door.
"How's school going?" he asked.
I laughed. After all that, he wanted to engage in small talk.
I shook my head.
"I hate constitutional law," I said with a smile. I didn't really hate it, but the professor was hard on the students. He ridiculed them when they got the answer wrong and mocked them when they didn't agree with him.
