by Mia Madison
Minx.
That was a thrilling thought to have because, until that moment, I’d have never had that thought about Karey. Shy, quiet, librarian Karey, with her long skirts and the glasses she had to keep pushing up her nose. But she was flirting and enjoying herself, and enjoying making me a little crazy with it.
I loved it.
Dinner was wonderful, so we headed to a local club to give dancing a try. I thought dancing, then maybe a late-night coffee house or wine bar would be a nice way to cap off the evening before we went to my place. It didn’t take long to realize that maybe we should have had the coffee or wine first, because dancing with Karey was quickly driving all thoughts out of my mind except the one thought to take her home as quickly as possible and get her naked in my bed.
The club we were at played a nice mix of upbeat dance music and slower songs. Not ballads exactly, but music you could dance to while holding somebody close and not feel out of place for not jumping around. We had a couple of drinks over the course of the evening, and each time music came on that would let me get her in my arms, we took the floor.
We did dance to a couple of near-disco tunes, during which I did my best impression of John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, just to see her laugh and play along.
“I had a crush on John Travolta when I was about thirteen,” she said into my ear when we were enjoying a slower dance. “Grease and Saturday Night Fever were kind of my world for about six months.”
“Yeah?” I nuzzled her ear. “So without even realizing what I was doing, I just turned you the hell on, didn’t I?” I spun us a little faster, and held her a little tighter, my hand low on her hip.
She laughed, but pressed against me. “You made it worse.” Her voice was soft—as soft as it could be while she spoke loud enough for me to hear over the music. “But I was already turned on.”
A shudder rattled through me, not just at her words, but her newfound boldness. Her cheeks were pink, and I wondered how much was from the dancing and the warmth of the room, and how much was from admitting out loud that I’d made her hot.
“Shall we go find a coffeehouse or a bar? Or—”
“We can do that another time, can’t we?” she asked, her blush deepening. “I mean, I’m fine with leaving and going back to your place now.”
“Karey, you’ve read my mind,” I said, my voice rougher than I’d expected even as turned on as I was. I took her hand to lead her out of the club.
When we got into my car, I pulled her close and kissed her, a promise of things to come, and drove toward home, barely able to contain my excitement.
I was about to make Karey mine.
Chapter Thirteen
Karen
“You were supposed to let me get that for you,” Rick scolded me as he rounded the front of his car, where I already stood. I’d gotten used to him treating me princess-like, opening my car doors for me, but in my excitement to get inside, I’d forgotten.
“Sorry.” I couldn’t stop grinning. And blushing, apparently. “Guess I’m in a hurry.”
“I like that.” Rick brushed the backs of his fingers against my cheek. “Feels as warm as it looks,” he said softly, then he clasped my hand in his and we walked to his front door. I felt a little warmer, a little dizzier, with every step, because I knew what was about to happen. Last time we’d been alone there had been wonderful, but this time there was no stopping us.
“We both need to turn our phones off,” I said as we stepped inside. “So that nothing like—”
Rick took my face in his hands and kissed me before I could finish the sentence. His lips still against mine, tongue slipping into my mouth, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it up, turning it off without even glancing at it. I laughed into the kiss and tried to do the same with mine, but once I held it up, I couldn’t touch it in the right place.
“Oh my God,” he said with a laugh, leaning back and taking my phone from me. “Fail.”
I slapped his arm as he threw our phones on the couch. “I tried.”
“Partial credit, then.” His eyes narrowed and his smile faded as he dipped his head for another kiss, his tongue twining with mine possessively. His arms came around me as he walked me backward to his bedroom. I shuddered against him as we stopped next to his bed. The comforter and sheets were various shades of dark blue, and the comforter and top sheet were already turned back.
Of course, they were—he’d planned for this. We both had.
“You always look good to me, Karey. But tonight you look especially beautiful.” He stroked my hair, his other hand working to inch my dress up.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice so soft the words barely sounded.
He used both hands to slide my dress up to my hips, revealing black lace panties. “Sexy,” he said, then slipped his index finger into the lacy band and slid the finger side to side, teasing me. “Have you touched yourself since I did?” He licked his lips.
“Yes.”
“More than once?” His finger slipped lower.
I loved the way he went from gentleman to predator, and made me feel less like a princess than willing prey. “Many times.”
Rick turned his hand so his fingertip slipped over my clit, pulling a gasp from me. “Did you think of me when you did it? Enjoy it more than usual?” The finger slid back to push inside me.
“Oh, yes,” I said as much in answer as about what he was doing. I grasped his forearm as his finger wriggled. Then I had a presence of mind to start unbuttoning his shirt.
“Eager, are we?” he breathed. I nodded as he pushed another finger alongside the first. Once his shirt was open, he said, “Take your dress off.”
I peeled it up and off, and before my arms were lowered he’d slid one bra strap down my arm. The other fell as he did it, and he reached for the center, I thought he was going to unhook my bra, but instead he thumbed my hard nipple through the fabric of the cup.
“Leave it on, but pull it down.” His thumb traced circles over my clit and made my thigh muscles feel suddenly weak.
I used both hands to slowly pull the cups of my bra down and let them hang, exposing myself to his gaze. He groaned, his fingers slipping out of me, and urged me on my back on the bed, my shoes coming off as I moved. It seemed so fast, but I thought this is it, and he could have done anything to me at that point. I fully expected him to strip and fuck me right then and there.
Instead, he shrugged out of his shirt and slid a hand from my knee to my thigh, further up my body to pinch that nipple. I made an embarrassingly desperate sound at the pleasure that zapped through me.
“Spread your legs for me, Karey.” He began removing his slacks as I did as he said, spreading my legs and feeling so naughty as I did so. When his cock sprang free, I marveled at the size, wondering if it would be painful to take him the first time or two. I trusted Rick, but it seemed like an impossible fit. It was long and surprisingly thick, darker than the rest of him by a shade, the head slick and full. It looked inviting, and I longed to touch it. Before I could, he’d moved onto the bed between my legs and beyond easy reach.
“Touch yourself. Let me see it again.” He lay on his stomach between my spread legs, propped up on his elbows. I was self-conscious about doing this at all, just as I had been the first time, but with his face right there…
Yet I did it. I stroked my fingertip over my clit while he watched, close enough I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. And then he pushed my hand away, replacing it with his own. His fingertip rubbed me harder than I had, better, and then he held me open with his thumbs as his tongue lapped from my opening to my clit. I twisted my fingers in the sheets, my back arching to push me against the heat and slickness of his tongue.
“Rick!” I gasped.
He chuckled, and the soft rumble of it against me was another new sensation. “You like that, baby?”
I couldn’t even answer, because his tongue was flicking against me, sending little jolts up my body.
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��I’m so eager to fuck you, Karey. But first I’m going to make you come, just like this.”
Chapter Fourteen
Richard
I slid my hands around Karey’s hips to grab her hands, then used that as leverage to pull her toward me as I mouthed her, and slipped my tongue back and forth between her opening and her clit. God, she was so wet and hot it took everything I had not to rub myself against the bed as I licked her. I buried my face against her, teasing with the tip of my tongue, then pressing it flat to taste every part of her.
She spread her legs wide, the weight of them against my arms where I held her hands tightly, her back arching and pushing her pussy against me. I’d dreamed of doing this a lot over the last several days, but I’d played with the idea for a couple of years. I’d never let myself really get into the fantasy, but a simple thought in that direction had always been enough to turn me on.
Now that I was doing it, breathing the sweet scent of her in and tasting her on my tongue, I could hardly believe how lucky I was not only to have her in my bed, but to be her first.
She cried out as my tongue swirled as deeply into her as I could go, and again I thought how amazing it was that of all people she’d trust this to me. How sweet her cries were, and how beautiful that trust. If only I’d shown my interest earlier, not been afraid to approach her.
I sucked her throbbing clit and let go of one hand to use two fingers inside her, gently curling upward in time with my little flicks. I pulled against her with my lips, teasing with light strokes before sucking her clit again. My cock pulsed as she arched and gasped in such a desperate, wanton way I knew she was getting close. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, so I played her like an instrument, fucking her with them and using my mouth to lead her toward her orgasm.
“Oh, Rick,” she breathed, her free hand brushing my face as she slid it down her thigh. Then she sank her fingers into my hair. I let go of her other hand and clutched at her hip, pulling her closer and keeping her from moving away as my tongue drove her higher and higher.
To my delight, her free hand went to her breast where she toyed with her own nipple.
“That’s it, baby,” I ground out. “Just like that.” I spread my fingers apart as I stroked her from within, speeding up both fingers and tongue.
My cock was like steel between my legs, so heavy and hard I thought I might spontaneously come when she did. But I wanted to be deep inside her heat when I came, so I focused solely on her and tried to ignore the pounding between my legs.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. I didn’t give her time to recover from anything, sucking her clit relentlessly and stroking her inner walls. When I took a breath and flicked my tongue against her, she snapped into an arch and cried out, her pussy sucking at my fingers as she came hard against my mouth.
I still didn’t let up, pulling every bit of pleasure from her that I could, reveling in the sounds I’d caused her to make. When I raised my face to look at her, my fingers still inside her, her beautiful tits were heaving as she panted. When she glanced down at me and smiled, her cheeks rosy in her pleasure, I rubbed my face against her tender inner thigh, kissing my way back to her pussy. Then I moved up to my knees, my thighs pressed against hers, holding her legs open and apart.
I dipped my head to suck a nipple, the one she’d pulled taut as she came. I pinched the other between my finger and thumb as I kneaded her breast. The whole time, she arched her body against mine, still so eager.
“That was beautiful,” I said, moving into position. I ached to bury myself inside her. I kissed her, and she returned it eagerly. But then she put her hands on my shoulders.
“Wait,” she gasped.
I drew back. “What’s wrong?” Had I gone too fast and scared her?
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, and her smile gave away her nervousness. “But I—I haven’t even gotten to touch you yet.”
Relief washed over me that I hadn’t done something to ruin the moment.
She gently pushed on my shoulder, and I was helpless to argue. I rolled onto my back and watched beautiful, curvy Karey look me up and down, her chocolate eyes settling on my cock. She glanced at me, as if she needed my permission. I simply gave a slight nod and waited. She moved between my legs as I’d done hers, her palms resting on my upper thighs.
Then she looked up at me through her lashes and dragged her fingertips over the head of my cock and down the shaft, and I hissed as if I’d never been touched before.
Chapter Fifteen
Karen
I don’t know where I got the boldness to stop Rick. I’d felt boneless after what he’d done to me, and I was sure I’d never come that way in my life. I’d thought what he’d done in front of the mirror had been the most erotic experience I’d ever had, but this was even better than that. I had a feeling maybe each new experience with Rick would top the one before.
And I was ready for him to take me. My pussy throbbed from the orgasm, but I wasn’t satisfied, not yet. Not until he’d fucked me and I knew what it was like to be as physically close to him as I could ever be. But I wanted just as badly to be able to touch him and feel the weight of him in my hand—and on my tongue.
Strangely enough, I think he’s the one who gave me the courage to speak up for what I wanted. So when he rolled onto his back to let me do whatever I wished, instead of rushing into something, I took my time. I trusted him to have patience.
When I touched his cock for the first time, he hissed so sharply, I flinched my hand away.
As he licked his bottom lip, his warm hand guided mine back to his cock. This time my touch was more solid as I pressed my palm against the underside. The heat coming from it was incredible, and it was so soft and silky, yet hard beneath. My fingertips teased the flesh just underneath the head, and Rick not only hissed but arched a little. Not like I had, but it was clear I was having quite an effect on him.
I slid my fingers down to his balls and felt the skin around them, weighed them in my hand, and as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and stroked up, I leaned forward and let my tongue touch the head.
He groaned, causing me to glance up at him. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” he asked tightly.
I could only assume it was a good thing. “Is this all right?” I asked, letting my tongue slide against the underside of the head.
He tossed his head back with a soft laugh. “It’s more than all right. But I’m gonna’ jump out of my skin if you don’t—”
His sentence choked off as I pressed my lips over the slick head and down his shaft, swirling my tongue against his flesh as I did so.
Rick’s hands fisted in the sheets. “God, Karey,” he groaned out.
Hearing him sound so turned on, so desperate for what I was doing to him, was as good as a physical touch. It set me throbbing between the legs again, almost as if he’d stroked me there.
I took my time, feeling my way with my lips and tongue, careful not to rake him with my teeth, though it wasn’t easy at first. The light, musky scent and salty taste seemed so natural to me that I regretted not having the opportunity to do this before so I could do it better for him. But I was also glad he was the only one, because that made it special for me, too.
I slid up and down on his shaft, swirling my tongue and sucking lightly. When he twitched in my mouth or gasped, I tried to repeat that motion to draw the same reaction from him again. His hips started to buck each time I slowly sucked him in, a little back and forth jerk that felt impatient to me, as if he wanted me to go faster. And then his fingers sank into my hair, gentle but firm, urging me to move at a faster pace.
I moved my fist up and down his cock with my mouth, and finally found a rhythm that was comfortable for me, and that had him groaning every few seconds. Heat flooded my pussy at the sounds he was making and the way he kept looking at me hungrily.
Finally, the fingers in my hair tightened and he gasped, “Stop, Karey
. Stop.”
I let his cock slip from my mouth.
“That’s so good, baby. But I want to feel you around me when I come. I want to be inside you.”
He sat up a little, his hand moving from my hair to cup my cheek, so I moved up to meet him in a heated kiss. His other hand cupped my breast, and I eagerly moved up more so that he ended up on his back again with me straddling him on my hands and knees. His hand cupped my neck as we kissed, and I could feel him starting to turn to roll us over.
But his cock brushed my pussy, making me gasp into the kiss, and we both stopped. I looked down at Rick and leaned back, pressing myself against his cockhead more fully, bracing for any pain that might come. It was as if we lined up perfectly, and he knew it too, so his hands grasped my hips and pushed, helping me lower myself onto his cock.
As he gently thrust into me as I pushed back, I hissed at the slight burn of entry, at how strange it felt, but before there was any real pain, my body was pressed against his, Rick’s cock fully inside me.
I could feel his length within me, the heat and hardness of him, and with a soft whimper I shifted forward and pushed back again, bringing our bodies flush once more.
He looked up at me with something like wonder as I moved again, this time experimentally squeezing around him and sending new sensations rippling through my lower body.
“Rick,” I gasped.
“So good, baby.” He rocked up with me as I pressed back, and I realized for all my fantasies about Rick fucking me, we were making love, and that was so much better.
Chapter Sixteen
Richard
