by Iona Rose
“You sound like many of my clients.”
“I’ve encountered some of those myself. Anyway, my friend eventually pulled me out of the bathroom and explained what she could to me. I got a C and in my sophomore year, I jumped ship to marketing.”
He gave me another understanding smile as he moved his hand from my shoulder to wrap around my waist as he lifted his flute to his lips.
I welcomed the increased intimacy and reveled in the electric warmth of his touch.
Just then, a knock sounded on our door and it opened to allow the delivery of our tempura. The server placed our meal on the table, which indeed looked quite appetizing. Some roasted green peas, and shredded calamari were also included.
I picked up one of the fried shrimp for a taste, then moaned at the flavor.
“It’s good, right?” He asked.
“Delicious,” I replied and settled even further into him. I felt comfortable with him, it seemed like we were just an old couple, enjoying each other’s company on a couch. I chose to relish it. “What about you?” I asked. “Do you love your job?”
Pausing, he placed the flute down. “Love is a strong word,” he said. “I do enjoy it though because it challenges me. For instance, a few months ago we were tackling a campaign for a Dodge drag car at the New York Auto Show. In that project, everything that could go wrong went wrong. So we ended up having to do a load-in for the whole drag strip on the Hudson’s Pier 94, with lighting and pyrotechnics and hero cars all in thirteen hours.”
“Oh wow!” I turned to face him fully.
“I know,” he said. “Some higher ups on Dodge’s side caused the delays with bureaucracy and their ardent need to be dicks. When I got home after that, I didn’t move for two days.”
“Wow, I mean I'm used to working under pressure but that is just insane.”
“It was,” he said, but then his teeth troubled his bottom lip for a moment.
I stared, as once again all else fell away beyond my now established need to have this man.
He pulled me even closer to him.
Goosebumps erupted along my arms, betraying my current vulnerability to him.
Catching the soft flesh of my ear between his teeth, he nibbled gently on the sensitive flesh, while my fingers dug into the leather sofa for some stability. His lips trailed down my jawline, just close enough for his heated breath to sear my skin, accompanied with the occasional kiss that sent jolts of delicious pleasure through me.
The sexual tension between us was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The man seemed unreal. I almost felt no shame in admitting with the unmistakable promise in his eyes, he was about to take me to a place I’d never been and wouldn’t want to come away from.
What I felt for this man right now was a blazing lust. I wanted him ramming into me in more ways than I was aware of. I could feel my arousal roll down my thighs, as my sex clenched repeatedly with frantic anticipation of his cock, sheathed perfectly within my walls and milking us both of dizzying pleasure.
Suddenly, he kissed me hard and my brain once again, shut down.
Kissing Carter caused a shock to my entire system, making me believe in magic; the kind that created an almost ethereal harmony between two people. His taste in my mouth made me burn from the inside out. So for the first time ever in my life, I wanted to be totally consumed without restraints… without inhibitions.
I didn't even register when I moved but in one moment, our lips were joined, and in the next, we were staring into each others eyes. I rose from my seat, bunched my skirt up over my thighs, and sat astride him.
I noted the heaving of our chests, rising and falling in a united rhythm that heightened our awareness and excitement for each other. My completely soaked sex rested on the rock hard bulge pushing against the fly of his jeans.
As I began to writhe my hips slowly against him, his eyes glazed over. And then they fluttered shut, his head falling slightly backwards as a low moan flowed from the back of his throat. This was my chance to explore him, so I leaned forward, my arms on either side of his head as I placed a kiss on the heated skin that covered his racing pulse.
He jerked slightly at the contact, his arms coming around my waist in encouragement.
I trailed the sculpt of his jaw with kisses, teasing his lower lip with my teeth and then letting my tongue out to playfully tickle the tip of his straight nose.
The tease greatly amused him, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he watched me while his hands slid downward to cup my ass. Abruptly, he straightened, as if he couldn't take any more and whispered into my ear, “What I want to do right now, is bend you over that table… jerk your legs apart and fuck you till you come, preferably screaming my name.”
My heart instantly reacted at his declared intention, as it sped up. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, my hands raking through the thickness of his silky hair as I tried my best to commit every second of this moment to memory. “I like that idea.”
He leaned back against the couch then, every trace of amusement gone from his eyes as he studied me. “We can’t… right now,” he said. “I didn’t come prepared.”
I brushed my hand down along his flawless face… his unpreparedness made me feel just a little bit happy. He hadn’t just generally been on the hunt with me being just one prey amongst many others he could have caught for the night. Instead, I was a welcome coincidence…. a gift thrown in his path… like he was to me.
My gaze moved over to the glass wall with its clear view of the madness below. “It would have been something too, for you to fuck me against that glass. We can see them, but they can’t see us… but I also came unprepared. What a shame.”
Something changed in his eyes. His gaze, overtaken by a longing so dark that it sent shivers down my spine. With one swift sweep of his hand, he cleared everything off the table—it all went crashing down to the ground.
With a brief glance, I could see the shattered glass flutes, the overturned bottle and blocks of ice scattered in every direction. And what was left of our appetizer.
He lifted me off his lap as he stood, deposited me on the table and jerked my legs apart.
With a hard tug the lace of my thong was ripped apart and pulled away to expose my sex.
Open and vulnerable, my pussy was bare to him and I had never felt so turned on. “Carter…” I breathed his name out.
Unexpectedly, he sat back down, hooked my legs across his shoulders, and covered my sex with his mouth.
I almost flew off the table, but his grip on my thighs seemed like a vice, locking me down to keep me from moving. “Jesus,” I gasped as his tongue shot out and he gave my soaked cleft a long hard lick from the base to my mound. “Ohhh.” I held onto his head.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped, pulling me even closer to him.
His handling was rough, but it made me feel like he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. My back arched while my body writhed as he shoved his tongue inside of me and then circled the engorged bud between my soaked lips with the pad of his thumb.
I was amazed. Truly and most definitely overtaken by the tumult of pleasure crashing over my body like a tsunami. I’d been eaten out before but it had never felt this good. This man had barely even started and it felt like I was already about to tip over the edge. “Carter,” I moaned aloud as the rhythm of his thumb sped up, in gentle but precise strokes while his mouth lapped up the juices that spilled out from my opening.
His hand let go of my thigh and went to my waist to hold me in place as he kissed my sex over and over again, like a starving man, his teeth lightly grazing my tortured clit. His tongue tortured me, licking and stroking, hard and fast between my folds.
My hands pounded against the table. The resulting sting just the perfect amount of relief I needed, just so I could bear more. I moved my fingers into his hair, fisting bundles of the mass as my body jerked and twisted against him. “God, you’re good.” I gasped. He slid a finger inside of me then another f
inger joined the assault and my hips bucked in response, shamelessly urging his thrusts.
“Leah you’re so tight,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Look at how greedy your pussy is for me.”
I managed a smile as he pulled me even further towards the edge of the table, pushed his fingers back into me with a pumping rhythm that hastened my race to an orgasm. His motion seemed leisurely at first, and then became frantic.
I couldn’t contain it. My core tightened, the sweet tension completely overwhelming me until I exploded into his hand.
I came with a drawn out, torturous cry, my knees knocking against the sides of his head as my body jerked and spasmed at the force of the orgasm. “Fuck,” I shouted, my eyes fluttering open to gaze upon the man that had just shifted the world from under my feet.
My legs were still levitated in the air as he pulled away, unbridled triumph in his eyes.
He rose to his feet, then his gaze glued to mine. He held the back of my head in position and leaned forward to end his performance with a slow sensual kiss that had me reeling.
I loved the way I tasted on his tongue and wanted more than anything to repay the service he had just meted out to me.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he stated hoarsely.
“My hotel is fifteen minutes away,” I said. “We can pick up some condoms on the way.”
“Mine is five minutes away.” He gave me a wink. “I have a few in my luggage.”
I was so sold. With a squeal, I got up from the table, but when I landed on my feet, my knees instantly buckled. Oh wow, I was far from a full recovery.
He caught me, amused. “I’ve got you.” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
I wondered if he realized the sweet kiss only worsened my state. I held onto him until I felt stable enough, then turned quietly to grab my purse. As I’d stared into his eyes, it’d felt like the wind had been knocked out of me… I wasn’t positive yet if this was a good thing or not.
He bent down to retrieve my fallen thong. “I’ll hold onto this,” he said.
I bit my lip in amusement, hoping I could do the same later, keeping some souvenir from the best sex-capade, I might ever have in my lifetime.
With that sexy smile, Carter slipped the black lace into his pocket. He held onto my hand and led me out of the club.
Chapter 3
Leah
Fifteen minutes later, I turned to watch him as he locked the door to his room and reached to undo the buttons of his shirt.
I didn’t even spare any time to take in the surroundings as we’d barely made it to the room without attacking each other. With my seized underwear he had gotten full access to my sex and had refused to let go of it on our way here. He’d constantly palmed me at the most unexpected moments, his finger slipping within the folds to continually stroke me every chance he got.
My breasts had been assaulted while in the back of the taxi, my erect buds caught between his teeth through the material and sucked on as his hands had plumped the heavy mounds, bringing me way too close to the brink. I couldn’t wait to spend the night with him. I couldn’t recall ever feeling so wild, unrestrained and excited.
He stalked me like a predator after its prey as he shoved his shirt aside.
I retreated at the tease, ready to become thoroughly exposed with this complete stranger, while I reached to my side to pull down the zipper of my tube top. My breasts spilled out as I pulled the material away, my hands molding as much of the masses as I could handle.
The flare of appreciation in his eyes spurred me on, my teeth nibbling on my bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Leah. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
A smile broke out across my lips as I stopped retreating and waited for him to close the distance between us.
He had already undone his belt and button, so with my gaze on his, I unzipped his fly and got down to my knees. Gripping the edges of his jeans along with the dark briefs he wore underneath, I pulled on the material.
He gave me a little hand to slide them down his hips.
His cock sprang free, and a small gasp escaped my throat. Thick and lengthened with such arousal as bulging veins lined its sides. I ran my hands gently down the velvety smooth, but rock hard shaft, fair and pretty, ready for my attention. This part of him too, was beautiful.
The intensity of his gaze made me nervous… it felt as though they mocked me with the notion that I wouldn’t be able to properly reciprocate… to unravel him as he had done to me in the club. But I was determined.
I flicked my tongue across the damp head, tasting his pearls of pre-cum and relishing the warm, slightly salty flavor. Then I covered the entire head with my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to give it a hard suck. I was rewarded with a grunt of approval, and the sight of his eyes, now clenched shut in enjoyment.
Encouraged, I carried on, weighing the heavy member in my hands and gently fisted him. Tilting my head, I showered wet hard kisses along the wicked length and then braced myself as I returned to the tip and took as much of him as I could into my mouth. I pulled back, my mouth tightening around him, tugging on him.
His hands found their way into my hair. “Damn, Leah…” he groaned as his hips churned, “Fuck…”
I was on top of the world. With my hands at the base of his beautiful cock, I increased my pace, my head bobbing as I milked him shamelessly. I kissed his balls, licked up and down his shaft, and pumped him as hard as I could.
His hips bucked above me from the delicious agony, his grip on my hair almost painful as he went mindless.
I lifted my gaze to meet his.
He looked completely flushed, his mouth parted in wonder at the torrent of pleasure coursing through him. “Leah,” he gasped. “I’m going to come—holy fuck.”
My excitement knew no bounds, my suctions hardening even further, my fisting now almost brutal. He exploded down my throat, with such a sudden force I almost choked.
His roar seemed to shake the room, his head thrown back with his release. He was breathless, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he called out again.
Pride swelled in my chest as I struggled to swallow all of him, my fist milked him of every last bit of delicious cum.
With a loud, lengthy groan, he opened his eyes, bright with amazement for me and pulled me to my feet. The hard, deep kiss that followed, explicitly conveyed his gratitude and sent my head spinning.
My body went limp when he pulled away.
His eyes were searing mine while full of adoration. “That was the best head I’ve ever received.”
My cheeks heated in response as I splayed my hand across his chest to feel his raging heartbeat. “My pleasure.”
Carter laughed and with his hands underneath my thighs, he lifted me into his arms. “I hope you’re ready, because I’m going to fuck you until you pass out.”
I tried to reign in my smile of excitement, but it widened out of control. “So in how many ways are you going to fuck me?” I asked.
“We’re both going to lose count, but first, we’re going to start on the bed.” He moved with me and in seconds, I was deposited onto the soft warm mattress with a squeal. He came after me, reaching into his luggage by his side to retrieve his packet of condoms. “Want to put it on me?” he asked.
I nodded eagerly. “Definitely.”
He flipped onto his back, his hands going behind his head.
I climbed up on top of him, my legs astride him and sat on his thighs.
His cock was rejuvenated and seemed now to have swelled even more in size, greedy and full of anticipation.
My sex pulsated in response, unbelievably damp and ready to take in all of him. In no time I had the rubber fitted on him. With a naughty smile, I chose the first way that I wanted to have him. Then I paused as I gave his beautiful torso the worship it deserved for being such a work of art. I kissed him, nibbling on his jaw before proceeding downwards to tease his nipples with playful flicks
of my tongue.
“That tickles,” he jerked in response and our mutual amusement bubbled in the air.
“You have the most perfect body,” I told him as I tasted as much of his skin as I could, trailing my lips down along his muscled torso while relishing his hard, structured build. His skin was flawless. The heavy scent of both of our arousals swirled in the air around us, turning me on even more than I could have believed possible.
He scoffed. “You’re one to talk. When it’s my turn, you’re going to see what I'm going to do with those breasts and ass of yours.” He reached out to take as much as he could of one breast into his mouth, and smacked his palm hard against my ass.
The jolt of the sting almost set me off right there, but I took a few seconds to calm myself. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass as he sucked greedily on my nipple while my arms cradled his head in approval.
With a gasp, he pulled my hands away and fell back onto the bed, his eyes dancing with thorough enjoyment. “It’s time for you to fuck me,” he teased.
I smacked my lips with total anticipation as if he were a tasty dessert beneath me. “Are you ready?” I asked.
He licked his lips in response. “I could swear that I was born just for this exact moment.”
I laughed and moved to position myself across his hips, “You’re so silly.” I grabbed his cock and slightly stroked it along my wet folds, coating him with my slickness.
“Uh, fuck I love that,” he groaned.
I wanted to grind upon him a little bit more, but I couldn’t wait a second longer. I needed him inside of me. The night still loomed ahead. We could eventually revisit the teasing again before the sun rose. I rolled my hips to settle his cock perfectly at my entrance.
His expression turned serious as he watched me.
I shut my eyes. Maybe he was right… we both were born for this moment. I wanted to remember this. Every single second, the way his cock felt when it slid into me, inch by inch.
Things were tighter than I’d expected.
At my slight wince, he sat upright, his hand softly cradling my face. “Are you all right?” He whispered.
