by Sky Corgan
“Who did you put in for?” I sit back, trying not to obsess. The only thing that will do is make time tick by more slowly. I'm better off wasting it by having a conversation.
“All of them.” He beams, pleased with himself.
“All of them?” My eyes widen in surprise. The moment that passes, anger takes over. If he got paired up with my girl...
“Boy's gotta get laid.” He grabs his crotch crudely.
“That one is mine.” I look past him to Adore.
“Is that so?” Rodney quirks his head back, amused by my possessiveness.
“If it's not so, then I'm out of here.” I can't bear the thought of seeing her with another guy.
“I guess only time will tell.” He reaches to pull a beer from the 6-pack. For as long as we were down in the bull pin and playing The Virgin Dating Game, I'm sure they're hot. He twists the top off and takes a drink, not seeming to mind.
Desperate for something to do to pass the time, I pull out my half-drunk beer and finish it. The warm carbonated liquid feels unpleasant sliding down my throat. It mingles with the twisting of nervousness in my gut. If Adore chooses someone else, my night will be ruined.
Finally, the announcer takes to the stage, calling the numbers of the men who were chosen. I wait with bated breath to hear mine, my eyes flitting between the announcer and the back of Adore's head. When the announcer calls my number, I feel like my heart is about to leap from my throat. Adore turns around and winks at me. Her number was the only one I submitted, so I know we're a match.
Thank fucking God, we're a match!
“Yes!” I pump my fist, unable to contain my excitement.
“It looks like you got your girl.” Rodney offers me a forced smile. He wasn't one of the men selected, which means it's going to be a sexless night for him unless he can pick someone up on the dance floor or get a hold of one of the girls from his little black book.
“Sorry, man,” I tell him as I stand to head to the private area. “I'm sure you won't go home alone.”
“Have a blast,” he calls to me.
I go to the registration table, and Adore walks up to join me. She keeps her face low, avoiding my gaze. If truth be told, she looks nervous as hell. Every bit as nervous as I feel. Are we really going to have sex in front of all these people?
“Well, I guess this is really going to happen,” she says like she's dreading it.
“I guess it is.” I stick my hands in my pockets, unsure of what to tell her to make the situation less awkward.
We wait for the other couples to arrive and then walk through the door separating the private area from the rest of the club. Each step makes my heartbeat quicken, acutely aware that I'm only minutes away from being buried balls deep in the goddess beside me. My cock is already swelling with impatient desire.
We're led into a bay with three beds. Being lined up next to two other couples makes the experience feel a bit impersonal. It also makes me wish that Adore and I would have crossed paths at a normal bar instead of this seedy club. Whatever. This is what she wants, so this is how it's going to happen. At least, I think that until I turn to her and notice that she's completely curled into herself. She has one arm folded over her chest. Her eyes are glued to the floor, her expression a mix of bashful and uncomfortable. The only sign that she might be getting some enjoyment from this is her perked nipples. They're hard beads against the silkiness of her dress.
I shrug off my suit jacket and place it on the table next to the bed before offering her my hand. She steps towards me hesitantly, her eyes dancing to the couple next to us for a moment before returning to the floor. They're already tearing at each other's clothing. Hell, in the time it took me to remove my jacket, the third couple has already started having sex.
“Hey,” I say to get her attention. “Look at me. Only me.” I cup her chin, then lean in to kiss her ruby lips.
She seems to melt into the kiss. She tastes like whiskey and coke, no doubt drank beforehand to quell her nerves.
“Are you here with me?” I ask, not wanting to take advantage of her if she's drunk.
“I'm here.” Adore nods, avoiding my gaze.
There's a disconnect between us that comes from two people not knowing each other. The situation we're in only seems to amplify things. This feels...too rushed.
“Have you ever done this before?” My eyes move over to the other couples. Their moaning is so loud it's practically drowning out my whisper. I'm certain we're the most boring couple on display, but that doesn't matter to me. What matters is making sure that Adore is comfortable with what's going on.
She shakes her head, hugging herself tighter.
This closed posture won't do.
I take her wrist and pull it away from her body, setting her hand on my side. Then I step up to her so that she can't close me out again. I caress her face and kiss her, trying to keep her engaged.
She pulls away, resting her forehead against mine, her palm placed delicately on my chest. It feels like she's putting distance between us again, and I don't like it. “Have you ever done this before?” she asks.
“No. And I wouldn't ever do it with anyone but you,” I tell her sincerely.
And just like that, she's on me.
All the awkwardness between us disappears as she wraps her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down and crushing her lips against mine.
I take advantage of the moment, backing her up against the bed. Now that I have her undivided attention, I don't want to lose it again. I have a feeling that's not going to happen, though. When our lips do part, she looks at me like a woman starved. I make sure to keep feeding her what she wants. My lips. My tongue. My touch.
The back of her legs hit the side of the bed. I wrap my palm around her slender neck, craning it so I can kiss her throat and collarbone. She moans softly into my ear, her hand moving between my legs to stroke the hard flesh there. My cock twitches beneath her rough caress, and I feel my need building to an insurmountable level.
This is way hotter than I ever expected it could be. There are moments when Adore is the only thing in the world for me and other moments when I know that we have an audience. That makes me take the passion up a notch, because this isn't just about impressing Adore so that she wants more of me after this is all over; it's about putting on a show. It's like we're the stars of our own porno. Performance anxiety should have me nervous, but instead, it drives my sexual aggression. I wonder if Adore feels the same way, because she's alive in my arms like I haven't seen her all night. The pretense of shyness is completely gone. She's feminine seductive wonder beneath my lips.
I wrap my hands around her ass, pulling up her dress to feel her exposed flesh. My hands circle her soft globes, and I growl into her mouth when I realize she's wearing a thong. This woman couldn't be sexier if she tried.
I spin her around so I can press my erection against her perfect ass, my lips finding their rightful place on her neck. “You have no fucking idea what you're doing to me right now,” I whisper against her skin as my fingers play with the straps of her dress, threatening to lower them, letting an inch of the dress down at a time until it's barely covering her nipples.
“I feel like I have some idea,” she purrs, craning her head to kiss me. Her ass rubs back against me, grinding on my dick.
I'm torturing myself by moving so slowly when all I want to do is rip her clothes off and put her on her back beneath me. This is a slow burn, though, meant to spark a fire that will melt us together for eternity.
I pull her dress down over her tits. Her small pink nipples pop out to greet me. When I let go of Adore's dress, it pools at her feet.
She turns in my arms, clawing at the buttons on my shirt to hurriedly unfasten them. I help her along, and she lets me take over the task, caressing my face and pulling me down for a kiss. I slide my shirt back off of my shoulders, and her hands are all over me, exploring my toned muscles. When I'm not bound to my doctor's office, I can usually be found a
t the gym. Fitness and work have been my life ever since my breakup with Claudia. With any luck, Adore will now be part of my life, too. I have to make her want me beyond this, though.
So far, so good. We're like magnets and metal, destined to cling together, at least for tonight. It seems like the world around us has disappeared for Adore. It's only me, and that's exactly what I want.
“Jesus Christ, you're fucking ripped,” she giggles against my mouth, breaking free from the kiss for a moment to look down at my chest and stomach.
“You got to explore me, now it's my turn.” I turn her in my arms again, my hand sliding up over her ribs to grope one of her breasts. She moans, reaching back to place her hand on my neck and press herself against me. I love the way she can't seem to stop touching me. It's as if my body is a playground to her—as if she hasn't been this personal with a man before.
I continue lavishing affection on her neck as my hands get to work exploring every naked inch of skin before traveling down to the heat between her legs. The red lacy thong she's wearing barely covers her mound. As my index finger presses it between her folds, I can feel the wetness gathered there. I rub over her clit, my other hand groping her breast, my index finger petting back and forth over her hard nipple.
She makes a tiny breathy noise, and then I feel her clit throb with a contraction. Holy fuck, she's coming on my hand, and I don't even have her bare yet.
“Oh my God,” she says in a shaky voice, pulling away from me as if she's embarrassed for having climaxed so quickly. I don't really understand why she wouldn't want to stay in my arms and let her orgasm play out to completion, but I dare not question her.
Adore places her palms on the bed, glancing back at me. I give her ass a good hard slap, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. I think it's the first time since we started that we've become aware that we're not alone. I worry that it will pull Adore out of the moment, but her attention is quickly returned to me. Just to make sure I don't lose her, I kneel and make eye contact, kissing her ass while I floss the string of her thong between her cheeks and against her pussy.
She moans as I lick the place where material and skin collide. Then knowing that I'm not going to lose her, I give her ass another slap, not giving a shit if we're distracting everyone else.
I pull her thong away from her pussy to find it soaked. Her sweet scent drowns out all the other smells of sex in the room. I look at her like I could devour her whole as my mouth begins to descend on her wide and eager. She's all moaning while my tongue makes pass after pass, savoring the taste of her delicate flesh.
“Don't feel shy about coming all over my face,” I tell her with a smirk, petting over her petals with my thumb before my mouth gets to work again.
I alternate between using her panties and my tongue to tease her, flossing them hard between her pussy lips and strumming her clit until I can't stand to see her covered a moment longer.
“I need all of that pussy.” I pull her thong off, then urge her onto the bed on her back.
She spreads her legs for me like a good girl, teasing me with the sight of her naked body splayed before me. I'm sure there's a wet spot on my boxer briefs. My cock is straining so hard against my slacks that it's painful.
I stoke myself over the thick material as I eat Adore's pussy, needing some sort of relief. Her cunt is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and the taste of her is exquisite. If I didn't need to be inside of her so badly, I could probably stay on my knees between her legs all night worshiping at her body's temple.
I moan as I pleasure her, showing her I'm enjoying it. She reaches up to play with her nipples, the taut peaks demanding attention. Her expression is that of a woman lost in complete bliss. Pride swells in my chest from knowing I'm the one making her feel this way. If she'll let me, I'll make her feel like this countless nights.
She slips her fingers into my hair, curling them but not able to clutch onto anything thanks to it being so short. If we end up together, maybe I'll grow it out for her. Instead, she grabs onto the back of my head, pulling me against her and writhing until her body bucks beneath me from another orgasm. This time, I don't let her get away from me, latching my mouth onto her pussy and roughly pressing the flat of my tongue against her clit to milk out every last contraction.
She cries out to the heavens, her thighs trembling as she gives herself over to pleasure. I kiss her inner thighs, allowing her a few moments to catch her breath. All the while, she strokes my head, insistent on touching me, her hand never breaking away, her little mouth stuck in an O.
“I need to be inside of you,” I tell her as I come up off of my knees.
“Yes, oh yes,” she replies, gazing up at me as if there's no other option.
CHAPTER FIVE
ADORE
Holy hotness.
For as awkward as things were when we began, I feel a connection to Kellan that I've never felt with any other man. He's dominant and sexy, and in his arms, I can practically forget that we're in a room with two other couples and that there are God knows how many people watching us through the glass.
Even that turns me on to some degree, knowing I'm about to take down this Adonis in front of so many other women who would probably claw my eyes out to be with him. I've never seen so many perfectly proportioned muscles on a man before. He's the personification of tall, dark and handsome. And he's mine. All mine, if only for tonight.
I try not to think about the only for tonight part, because if I do, doubt will seep into my heart. I'll turn on myself like I did when I almost had the one-night stand. I'll start to feel that this is immoral and wrong.
Gazing up into Kellan's dark chocolate eyes, nothing about this feels wrong. It's like the heaviest fever dream come to life. And I'm swept away in the fantasy, my body moving on autopilot from all the passion and desire I feel inside.
I need more of him. As much as I can possibly get from the time we're together.
When he emerges from between my legs, I sit up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. I can't believe I've already climaxed twice and we haven't even had sex yet. This guy is a master of foreplay, that's for sure.
I unbutton his pants, desperate to see what's hiding beneath them. Just from fondling him, I could tell that it's big. This is probably going to hurt, but I don't even care anymore. All I want is to feel him inside of me.
I pull his slacks and boxer briefs down, and a monster springs out to greet me. “Oh my,” I say as I stare at his hard veiny length, my cheeks turning pink. My mouth salivates, but I'm too embarrassed to blow him in public with my complete lack of skills.
I stroke him from root to tip, cupping his ruddy balls and feeling their weight. His helmet is glistening with pre-seed, and as I squeeze him, a bead leaks from his slit and drips down the side.
Kellan hisses, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from my touch. “See what you do to me?”
“I can't believe I'm about to have this big, dirty thing inside of me,” I say in my most seductive voice.
“Oh, there's nothing dirty about me, love. I'm a doctor,” he informs me.
“A doctor? Wow. Impressive.” I really am impressed. I bet his patients call him Doctor Sexy behind his back. Or Doctor Stud Muffin. Or some variation of the sort. I draw closer and whisper into his ear, “Maybe that's why you know so much about female anatomy.”
“I'm about to give you a sex ed lesson you'll never forget.” He gazes down at me with those intense eyes of his. “But first I need to know if you're really a virgin.”
My entire body tenses and there's a tug at my heart from the realization that he's seen me as a pretender this entire time. I suppose I can't blame him, though, when I came onto him so strongly after those first few kisses. I probably look like I'm practically begging for it. And to some degree, I am.
“It wasn't a lie,” I mumble, avoiding his gaze.
He looks at me questioningly but says nothing as he takes me in his arms again, pulling me close an
d giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. “I'll be gentle.”
“Don't be gentle.” I rest my forehead against his, embarrassed by my request. “I want to feel what it's like to be with you. The real you.”
“What if the real me is gentle?” He cups my chin, forcing me to gaze into his eyes. His hot breath wafts across my face. His lips are calling to me.
I don't respond, I just lean in for another taste of him. He doesn't deny me the pleasure of his kiss, his mouth moving on top of mine, his tongue exploring.
“I'm so hot right now,” I moan against his lips. His cock throbs in my hand, only turning me on more. To think that this incredibly sexy man is rock hard just for me is so empowering.
“Are you?” He slips a hand between my legs, his index finger vibrating over my clit as I jack him off. It feels like he grows bigger with every stroke, his shaft so thick that my fingers can't reach all the way around it.
“I'm going to come,” I warn, feeling on the edge.
Kellan immediately pulls his hand away. “Not this time. Not like this,” he tells me as he lifts me like a rag doll and lies me on my back on the bed.
I spread my legs for him, my heart racing as I watch him grab the base of his shaft and start to guide himself forward. He's going in bare, which is super hot. Maybe that's also why he mentioned he was clean, because he was planning this.
I bite my bottom lip as he pushes into me, the spreading sensation far more intense than I could have imagined. I keep my eyes glued to our joined parts, watching him slowly sink into me.
He places my left leg on his shoulder, easing in until he's balls deep. The searing sensation of losing my virginity is immediately replaced by unparallelled pleasure as he begins to buck his hips. Had I known that sex would feel this good, I would have tossed my V card to the wind a long time ago. Though I have a feeling it wouldn't have been this amazing with someone else. There's something about Kellan, an intoxicating presence that makes everything ten times better.
