Falling For His Badass

by Jessika Klide

  The man at the panel asks, “Everyone going up to the bar?”

  I stop my kiss and stare into her eyes. The words, “Second floor, please,” are on the tip of my tongue, but something about her expression makes me eat them. Through her desire, I see a hint of doubt or maybe it’s lack of confidence, hiding deep inside them, but it gives me pause. Until I can determine what that look is really saying, I can’t push her. She has to be the one who opens up to me. She has to trust me, and that takes time. I peck her lips and whisper on them, “Let’s go dancing.”

  Her eyes flash that look again, and I wonder if I made a mistake, then her smile brightens the darkness, and although my cock isn’t too happy with my heart, I know it was the right call. She has to want to belong to me before I take her and make her mine. Otherwise, we won’t last.

  I smile at B.A. Wow; this man is amazing! He releases his grip on my hair, spins me around to face the front, then pulls me tight against him, while his thumbs return to stroking my shoulders. How many men would delay their own sexual gratification with a willing woman to take her dancing, because she wants to dance? None that I’ve ever known.

  When the elevator arrives, B.A. takes my hand, and leads me straight to the dance floor. We weave our way to the center, then he turns to face me, pulls me to him with a force that makes me grunt, catches me with his other hand, and expertly pushes me into a spin, pulls me back into his embrace, then drops me in a dip. He laughs at my shocked face. “Babe, this gorilla’s got game.”

  I laugh out loud with him. To say the man can dance is an understatement. The man can fucking dance is more accurate. Although he is big and bulky, he moves like a cat, graceful and fluid, but the best part of dancing with him is the way his eyes are devouring me. He knows one thing is definitely leading to the other. His natural confidence, mixed with his desire for me, feels so good to my bruised ego. Fuck all the jackasses in the world. They don’t hold a candle to the B.A.’s of the world. As we move and groove, teasing and tempting each other, I catch the occasional woman dancing around us with envy in her eyes. They would die to be me right now. I smile at B.A. He isn’t the only one who doesn’t share.

  Lizzy! Wow, she’s really something else. Watching her enjoying the music, dancing carefree, has me wanting her more than I thought possible, but it’s her flirting and teasing that have drove me past the point of no return.

  I knew the first time I laid eyes on her, she was someone special, and now that I’ve met her, I know how special she is, but when I kissed her, I knew for sure that she’s my someone special.

  Each time she dances by, showing me that she’s got all the goods to make all my fantasies come true, then stabbing my mind with her wicked eyes that promises she will be brave and daring in her lovemaking, to flashing her beautiful smile that makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst. I know I’m the luckiest man alive, because I’m not a liar. Not even to myself. As a behavioral specialist, it’s my job to see through the lies and discover the truth. And the truth is, I’ve fallen for Miss Lizzy Mayer. Now all I have to do is make her fall for me.

  The music has been a mixture of current pop tunes with an occasional Country Music classic thrown in, so when the perfect song comes on, I take advantage of the opportunity to pierce Lizzy’s protective veil and let John Michael Montgomery tell her “I Can Love You Like That.”

  At first, we sway together, then I stop, and step forcefully into her space, exerting my will into her world. Towering over her, I pinch her chin and tip her perfect face up. When our eyes connect, the intensity of my gaze burns directly from my heart and incinerates all her doubts and insecurities. I bare my soul to her and before the song is over, she understands that my passion is pure.

  When the song ends, I cup her face in my hands and lower my lips to hers. Releasing the fire burning inside, I consume her. When her arms wrap themselves around my neck and she clings to me without reservation, I know I have won. She is mine.

  When I finally pull away, my cock demands I consummate her capitulation. My mind and heart are in complete agreement. Without asking, I take her hand and head for the elevator. I can feel her trotting to keep up, but the driving force burning inside me won’t slow down. I’ve waited for her all my life. From the moment I kissed my first girlfriend, I knew she wasn’t the one, and that I would know when I located my soulmate. Lizzy is that person.

  When we reach the elevator, Damien, the bouncer, is back on point. He takes one look at my face, glances at Lizzy, then steers us to Jeff’s private elevator. He hits the button, and the door opens. Without breaking my stride, I drag Lizzy inside, and before the door has closed completely, I have her pinned against the back wall.

  The silence shouts privacy.

  The elevator begins to move.

  I bury my face in the nape of her neck and breathe in her essence. Fuck, she smells good. My hips hunch to keep her pinned while my hands slide down her arms then grasp her hands. Lifting them up over her head, wanting her submission, my lips attack hers.

  Her mouth opens wide, and when I thrust my tongue inside, she sucks it hard, then rolls it around hers. The vision of the sexy way she ate ice cream appears and my sack fills with semen as she demonstrates her skills.

  Ding. The elevator passes the first floor going down. Then it stops. We both freeze, wondering if the doors are going to open and we will have to stop and wait until we reach the room.

  I turn my ear to the door and listen.

  The only sound is the sound of our heavy breath refusing to be held.

  No noise. Complete silence.

  I grin. Damien is a team player.

  I look back at Lizzy. Her big, brown eyes look like liquid caramel. Her lids hang heavy with lust.

  I pull her arms up, stretching her, and grind my hard cock against her hips. I’m going to ram it so deep inside her, she will forget all about the other cocks. I’m going to own her pussy.

  I clasp both her hands with one of mine and stare into her eyes. She doesn’t blink. Desire, longing, wanting, stare back.

  The urge to take her, to fuck her hard and fast, make her mine right now is so strong, I grab her jaw and force her face to mine.

  God, she is gorgeous!

  I stare into her eyes, searching for her secrets before I fuck her. Are there issues? Are there scars? Can I take you and make you mine, now? Or do I need to go slow?

  “Lizzy?”

  “Oh, yes, B.A!” She says in a breathy sigh and her head tilts, giving me what I want. Control of her body. Her eyes roll back in her head with passion as she closes her eyes. Not shutting me out but savoring the moment. My raging beast takes a deep controlling breath. I know the connection between us is special and as much as I want to just take her and fuck her, I realize she’s the kind of woman who deserves a man willing to make love to her, not a man whose first fuck is a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am selfish act. Her eyes told me she has had those before.

  I slide my hand lightly down her neck, and she squirms. Then I shove it into her cleavage, and under her bra. Her big tit fills my hand, and I cup it, then start teasing her nipple. The moan that she emits fills my balls with semen.

  I push the fabric down, then lower my lips to it and latch on. Sucking, licking, biting, teasing. She gasps and moans over and over again, and her passion is so satisfying to hear. Her fingers flex and her back arches, as I take my time, enjoying her passion.

  When she starts to writhe, I ease my hand roughly down her dress, and she responds by parting her legs for me.

  Again, she says in a breathy sigh that’s sexy as fuck, “Oh, yes, B.A!” Then she lifts a leg and hooks it around my hip.

  I moan, miserable. Trying to control my lust, but impatient to have her, I release her hands, and with both of mine, I find the hem of her dress, and snatch it up over her ass.

  Fuck me! She’s not wearing panties! I groan, wanting her so fucking bad. I dip my legs, grab a hand full of her big ass, and squeeze her cheeks as I lift her hips to sit on m
y cock. Greedily, I grind it against her, thankful it’s still in pants.

  Her hands claw at my arms, holding on. I shove her dress up over her voluptuous tits. Her bra sits cockeyed. One tit is out, one tit is in. Mmm, my mouth waters. It’s a front clasp, and when I unlatch it, they spring free, making me groan again. Unable to resist, I cup them, squeeze them, knead them, then lock my lips onto one perfect tip, suck it hard, pull my mouth off with a pop, watch it shrink even tighter, as the rest of it jiggles, then I move to the other one and repeat the tease. She groans loud, arching her back, offering them to me to devour.

  Wanting more of her perfection, my hands move back down to her naked pussy and I moan against her tit with how wet she is. My fingers stroke her perfection as she sits on my hidden cock. My mouth mauls her breasts, sucking, licking, nipping. Her breath turns into whimpering pants. Then I ease my fingers inside her, and she moans beautifully for me and her body begins to beg.

  A surge of power runs though me as I build her passion. Slowly sinking to my knees, I hold her against the wall, until her legs fall over my shoulder. That’s when I taste heaven.

  Fuck!

  She shivers, as I lick her delicious pussy, inserting my fingers again, and call her g-spot to come for me. Her clit hardens and her legs begin to quiver. She’s about to explode for me. I reach up, massage her tit, tweaking her nipple, and her fingers curl on my head. When she becomes paralyzed, I suck her clit, pinch her nipple hard, and ram my fingers in and out as fast as I can. Her scream is loud and long as her body bucks with contractions, banging the wall.

  Pre-cum seeps out of my throbbing cock as it pulsates wanting to penetrate and pound her pussy, knowing only it can give her the ultimate orgasm.

  When she stops, I stand and keep her pinned to the wall, studying her as reality returns. When her eyes flutter open, she smirks a little embarrassed, but I grin, because the best is about to come. I’m going to blow her fucking mind with another orgasm before this one fades away, knowing the second one will be sweeter than the first.

  I stare at B.A. and reach for his handsome face, whispering, “Christ Almighty! That was …” His lips descend on mine again, as he gives me a deep, lovers kiss. I can taste my cum on his face. His tongue flicks mine, making my clit tingle and I can’t help the smile that breaks our connection.

  He lifts his head, and chuckles, as his hand moves into my hair. When his fingers curl themselves in the thickness and he controls my head, I realize he isn’t finished with me yet, and my heart starts to race again with glorious anticipation. Then his lips return to my mouth, and his kiss is deep, meaningful, and amazing.

  I lose myself in his reality again as his other hand glides itself lightly over my tits, my abs, my ass, between my thighs, making my skin very aware of who is in charge. The heightened sensations make my clit super excited, but he doesn’t go there. He avoids my diva-ness, and the hunger begins to build for him as goosebumps breakout wherever he touches. My s literally feels like its singing. He pinches my nipple, and my pussy, not my g-spot, but deep inside my vagina, begins to thump in response. A hunger like I have never known before begins to grow. My arms wrap themselves around his waist and I try to pull him against me, but he holds himself away. I start to squirm with an aching need, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps kissing and stroking my skin. It’s such a sensual seduction.

  My head falls back and “Fuck” falls out of my mouth.

  He bites my nipple and the pain shoots straight to my clit making my hips jerk. The ache inside doubles down and I groan. “B.A., please.”

  He talks with my tit stuck in his mouth, and my nipple bounces happily around, banging on his teeth and his tongue. “Please what, Lizzy?”

  Gawd, the vibration from the z’s make me moan. “Please. You’re driving me mad!”

  He chuckles, “Not yet.”

  “Why not,” I strain to say.

  “We haven’t had the talk.” He sucks and licks.

  “What talk?”

  “Condom?”

  “I don’t have any, do you?”

  “No.”

  I groan my desperation. “Fuck!”

  He lifts his head and looks at me. “I’m clean, if you are. Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes. Yes!” I pant relieved.

  His mouth latches back on my tit and his tongue starts to dance across my tip. The deep spot begins to throb harder and I moan, “Please!”

  “Please what?” He asks, and I swear he’s laughing.

  I look down and watch him playing. The joy on his face is evident and my heart melts. “B.A.?” I ask and he lifts his eyes to mine. “I need you to fuck me!”

  He grins that boyish grin that’s so dang cute! “But I don’t want to fuck you.”

  I frown and the world stops turning. “What?” My voice sounds pathetic.

  “I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.”

  The sincerity in his voice and the expression on his face is real.

  My heart freaks out.

  Boom!

  She’s mine. It’s written all over her face. Now, to prove it to her. I grin again, take a step back, and unlatch my belt. Her eyes fall to watch. I unbutton, then unzip my jeans. Hook them with my thumbs and push them down off my ass. My cock stands at attention for her.

  The look on her face is priceless. I know I’m well endowed, and now, she knows too.

  Eager to enter her, I step forward, reach under her arms, and lift her up off her feet. She spreads her legs for me, and as I lower her body, my cock tries to slide inside, but she’s tight. I lift her off, lower her again, and the head glides inside.

  Fuck! She feels like velvet.

  “Mmmmm.”

  She hooks her ankles behind my back. Her hard stiletto heel digs into my ass cheek as she tries to force my cock further inside. Not wanting to rip her, I control the flow. As my cock inches its way inside, she begins pumping her pussy along the shaft that’s penetrating her. When I’m deep enough inside, her lips latch onto mine and my tongue fills her mouth. She sucks it hard when I’m stretching her, then she rolls it around hers when she’s grinding me.

  The tag teaming is making it hard not to cum. Concentrating on holding her, I manager to control the fuck.

  When she has accepted all of my cock, I walk her to the wall, pinning her against it again. Then I withdraw it and thrust. My cock slides in. Goddamn, she feels good.

  When I hit bottom, she moans. I withdraw it, then thrust again. She moans louder. The sound is such a turn on, and so satisfying.

  Picking up speed, moving faster and faster, I pound her pussy. Our kiss forgotten; she starts to chant. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  The sound of our sex grows louder and louder as my heavy breathing combines with the slamming of her body up against the wall, the squishing of our juices, the smacking of our nakedness colliding, and the cries of her mantra. I ram my rod inside her, and it takes all my will power to stave off my orgasm until she’s ready.

  I begin my own silent mantra.

  This.

  Is.

  Our.

  First.

  Fuck.

  And.

  She.

  Must.

  Never.

  Forget.

  It.

  When she seizes up, holding her breath, and straining against my cock, I pull out to the edge, then pause. Her fingers constrict on my back, and I thrust as hard as I can into her, releasing my explosion deep inside.

  Wham!

  The first spurt of semen blasts my tingling core with such force that I gasp, and as the thick cum oozes over it, my whole body focuses on that one spot. Almost instantly, his hard cock hammers it and I scream at the top of my lungs as my mind explodes with pleasure.

  “OH.”

  “MY.”

  “GOD!”

  Over and over again, waves and waves of sweet sensations rack my body from head to toe as B.A. delivers the goods, snorting like the gorilla he is.

  When I
return to reality, he is holding me in the same position pinned against the wall. I look into his deep green eyes and see peace.

  “Hey,” he grins. “Welcome back.”

  I blush, then laugh. “Wow!”

  He chuckles. “We made a mess.”

  I joke. “You made a mess.”

  His boyish grin is back, then he puckers his lips for a butterfly kiss, and my heart totally melts, as I peck them. Then he leans away, as he instructs me to, “Hang on.” Crossing his arms, he grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it up over his head.

  My eyes devour the sight of his massive pecs, eight-pack abs and tight, flat "V" that points to his cock still buried inside me.

  “Use this to catch the evidence.” He says.

  I take it from him as he slowly lowers our bodies until I’m able to stand on my own feet. Then I slide it between my legs, as he withdraws his cock and I cover my vagina with it to catch his cum.

  He shuffles a couple of steps backward, kicks his shoes off, hooks his pants with his thumbs and pushes his pants to the floor, then steps out of them.

  Naked! Butt ass naked. The site of his massive perfection stuns me. His body is absolutely beautiful! His upper body has muscles that bulge on top of muscles. His lower body has a cock that although hangs limp is still bigger than any other dick I’ve ever seen up close and personal, plus his legs are big, powerful, and straight. And in between, is a small waist with washboard abs, holding up a broad, massive chest with pecs that look permanently swole. “Damn, you are a stud,” slips out in a whisper as I gawk at him, openly admiring his stature.

  He leans over, retrieves his briefs from his pants, and says, “Since you didn’t wear cum catchers, you’ll have to wear my briefs under your dress.”