by Mona Cox
"Oh, fuck, Stone," I squeal out. "If you're planning to tease me like you do...I just don't think I can take it." That's the truth. The push-pull of how much I needed him before, that was fun...but right now after everything we've been through, I need him right now. I can't play games, I need everything and I need it now. "I don't mean I want to moan and need it but I really want you to tease me...I mean I fucking need you right now," I yelp out, I can't help but moan some at the way he's cupping my ass cheek now. I bite my lower lip and search his eyes for his motives. I look into those eyes and that usual devilish glint isn't there. Just pure, raw need like I have for him.
"I'm not looking to spend any more time away from you, either. I want to sink in your body and fucking live there." Stone squeezes my ass tighter and pulls me close to him so that I'm rubbings up against him. "My cock doesn't know what to do with itself if it isn't in your pussy."
I watch him run his tongue over his lower lip. I inhale. It feels like my body is overtaken by an electricity crackling through me when he looks at me like that.
"Your cock always knows what to do, and he's got the right idea," I run my palm over his cock through his pants. "But we're going to try listening to my pussy instead." That's right, I'm taking charge here. Wicked Stone was always ready to make me beg, and I'm not about to torture him like...well, not too much. But there's something I need.
Stone cocks his head to the side and licks his lip. "Is that right?" God, he can make the most mundane phrases sound like pure sex.
"Yes," I say, and I point my index finger down. "My pussy missed you. She needs a kiss before you're invited in," I say with a playful voice. I can't sing but I can do at least that voice without making Stone cringe. I giggle inwardly at him openly letting me know my singing was terrible. I mean, that was the entire idea. I needed him to see that I'd lay myself bare after I did that very thing to him.
I see the fire lit in his eyes that tells me that he's more than happy to bring that mouth down to my pussy and suck the life out of me there before he revives me with every inch of his cock. I roll my tongue around in my mouth just thinking about about the saltiness of his skin and the musk of him in my mouth, pulling my under the spell of my need for Stone. I've never felt the way I do for Stone the way that I do now. I am absolutely so wrapped up in him that I know that I could never love anyone else. Not like I need him, crave him, desire him. Stone completes me on a level I didn't know that I could be.
Stone drops to his knees obediently. I back up against the corner wall of the elevator spread my thighs. Stone? He doesn't need any more of an invitation. His lips close over my clit and he presses his tongue to that pleasurable spot right away...then evacuates the sensation to roll his tongue around my pussy and lick long strokes over me. His hands wrap around me, holding hips and ass to his face and holding me against him. Stone is caged in my desire and lighting me aflame with every stroke of his tongue.
That's when Stone picks up the pace and the tempo of his mouth on my pussy makes me dizzy with desire.
"Yes!" I cry out. He knocks the breath out of me with every touch. Stone is the ever unrelenting master of my pleasure, soaking up every drop of my desire as my pussy glistens on his face, and coming back for me.
This time? We're never leaving each other. I hate even a second of his body not claiming mine. Days apart? That's something I'll never be able to withstand.
His tongue turns into a tornado over my pussy. No part of me is left unattended now and I'm shiver around him. My knees buckle at the intensity of every sensation. My arms are flailing out and I'm crying out. I can't keep my footing, but of course I don't need to.
"I've got you," Stone says, his hot breath against my wet pussy making me shiver. "Always," he adds. And he kisses my pussy, deep, with tongue, like he would my face.
Oh, yes, that's what I want.
"Kiss me," I whimper.
"Gisele you know that I am," Stone laughs, but his hands are already replacing his face on my pussy. His mouth is shimmering with my pussy all over it. "You wanna taste your pussy?" Stone growls with a deadly low voice in front of me. But this isn't the man who is holding back. He grabs one of my hands and presses it against the wall. His lips dance over my own. I taste us together, and I moan at how good we taste together. How he feels. His other hand captures my clit and strokes circles around and on my clit until my hips are rocking with him.
Stone sinks a finger inside my pussy and I clamp around that finger.
My mouth parts for him and Stone's wide tongue is in my mouth like it was my pussy earlier. I can taste us together, deeper, and my tongue strokes over his, taking everything he has to offer and aching for more. I'm trembling around him and thank goodness Stone has me because I'm a mess already. I squeeze his hand in mine against the elevator wall. He squeezes back. His finger in my pussy becomes three fingers and I groan out at the sensation of his hand pumping in and out of my pussy so fast that my breathing into his mouth goes staccato. I moan his name into his mouth and he takes all of me. Kissing me he's erasing the pain of our separation. Stone is cradling me here like a prize and replacing every drop of my pain by melding us together as one here. I don't know where I end and he begins, but we flow together as a writhing mass of sweating limbs and moans of desire.
Stone pulls back the kiss, savoring my tongue and seeming like he's going to stop, then kissing me more, but finally his mouth is apart from mine. I whimper with need and he groans. "Never leave me again, Gisele, I fucking mean it. Like, you know what I mean. You're goddamn mine now and I don't think I want you to leave my hotel room for a month. I just want to be inside you forever." His voice is needy, deep, more sensual than I've ever heard. It is like he is singing to me, that's how his voice transcends just talking and makes me whole just hearing him echo my every need.
I gasp, my own emotions flooding through my body and forming a halo around my heart. I feel everything he says. I'm the mirror image of his desires, our mutual desires cascading over us.
Stone is what my heart is made of, is what pumps through my veins. And I'm what he drinks in, captures, claims as his.
I pull him closer. "Fuck me, Stone, fuck me now. I need you," I beg, insistent and meaning every bit of what I said. I'm mad with lust and if he doesn't fuck me soon I feel like I'll wither away and die.
Stone's tongue glides over my neck while his other hand pulls out of my pussy and frees his cock. He lines up with me and I come to life. "I need you inside me like I need to breathe," I groan out, thrusting my hips forward while his cock drives into me. The feeling of him fucking every inch of his cock into my pussy until I'm full of him and his cock puts me in overdrive. My heart thunders and pressure crashes within me, ebbing with his every entry and flowing with through me like molten heat.
“I love you,” Stone says, his mouth pressed into my collarbone so that I feel the words on my skin when he says them and then again as they sink into me.
I love Stone more than I knew that I could love anyone. “I love you, too,” I say in long, panting breathes as he slides his cock in and out of my pussy. "I can't believe how much I love you." That's the truth. I fight my ragged breathing to tell him.
Stone grabs my other hand and pushes them both on either side of me, squeezing them tight. His lips close over my neck and bolts of electric desire flood by veins.
I arch back against the corner of the elevator, lifting my ass and my legs up and squeezing Stone's hands. I need to drive him deeper inside me. I want him to fuck me so hard I see stars.
I don't have to say anything to him because his body gets the message mine is transmitting the message to him loud and clear. Stone releases my hands and pulls his cock out of me, then pulls me in front of him, bends me over, and slams back into me in the speed of a few heartbeats.
Holding my ankles tight, I listen to the loud, wet smacking sound of him slamming into me and I feel my thighs get dripping wet. My arousal is sliding down my thighs. I have never been so wet in my life. "Stone,"
I moan out his name though I have nothing in particular to say. I just can't believe how wet I am and how could he feels slamming into me. His cock is fucking so deep inside me. It is like he is touching every part of me, deep inside, and marking me everywhere is his.
My legs are shaking. Stone holds my hips and he's steadying me. My fingers grasping my ankles are digging into my flesh, clutching myself for dear life. Blood rushes to my head -- and my clit. I'm hypersensitive and Stone is not going easy on me at all. Thank this fucking god of rock; I want everything he offers and then some. This isn't like before. I know that when I fuck Stone now that it is the start of something, the two of us, together, rather than possibly the last time we touch.
I mean, just because it isn't a race doesn't mean I'm not ready to finish. At least the first time. "I'm coming!" I yell out, though the way my pussy clamps down hard on Stone's cock and my legs turn to jelly? That probably gave it away.
Stone holds me up because my legs aren't held up by me anymore. He fucks me down his cock and holds me against it. His hands roam up to my breasts and squeeze me tight to him. My heart is pounding so hard and I'm rolling in a sheen of sweat all over my body. I feel the blood rushing back to every part of my body as Stone pulls me up against his back, still fucking up into my dripping, trembling pussy. I cry out with need, not for anything in particular here, either, I just have to vocalize all of the lust that's built up inside of me and needs release now. I am alive all over, a constellation of ecstasy and pure pleasure.
Stone's fingers squeeze my breasts tight and he roves one hand up to close over my throat. My orgasm finishes off with a deeper well of desire he's sating. His hand at my throat amps up the pleasure without really cutting off my air. Just enough to get me high on him. When I come down from the high of that orgasm, Stone pulls out of me and turns me around, pulling me tight against him and then, his eyes never leaving mine, presses me against the wall.
"You went through a lot of trouble for me tonight. Including this elevator. So I think it is only fair that we make this night one we'll never forget," Stone says, and his mouth is over my neck again. He presses my buttons with kisses up and down my shoulders, my collarbone, my breasts. He pulls up for air and starts to take off his clothes. I take in the sight of him and I'm so caught up in how much I need him that I almost can't breathe.
"You're dangerous, Stone, you know that?" I smile at him, letting him know that even though I'm serious that I mean it in the nicest way possible.
"Yeah?" Stone says, sliding his shirt over his head.
God I am going to love licking every inch of this perfect man.
"Definitely. I don't know how I'm supposed to make a whole lifetime of uneven breathing and a too fast heartbeat work," I say, wringing my hands up like I'm struggling.
Girl, you know this kind of struggle is what you long for. But there's something freeing in being playful with Stone. He makes me feel at home with him no matter what filthy things we're up to or if we're just talking. I came on so hard and strong with my ambitious writer schtick but like here I am now, more me than I've ever been before because Stone sets me free.
"Not to mention you lose a gallon of your body out of your pussy before I even touch you, Gisele, you get so goddamn wet." Stone gets back on his knees and bites into my thighs. "The bar in my suite is going to be sparked with stuff with electrolytes and shit. I have ever intention of keeping you sore from how much and how hard we fuck but, like, I don't want you dehydrated."
"Stone!" I laugh and pull his face back up to kiss me. I kiss him quick on the nose. "You've got something that I'd love to hydrate with right now.
"You thinking about wrapping those sweet lips around this cock?" Stone points to the jutting monster between this thighs. "Sorry, he wants me to stand and deliver." He gives me that almost boyish coy grin.
There's truly never a dull moment with Stone. "You make me so happy," I tell him. Normally, for some reason, I wouldn't say that out loud. But I'm bold now. I'm brazen. I'm all Stone's and he deserves to hear what that means to me.
"Good, you make me happier than I knew I could be," Stone says, and he starts pumping his cock. "Now lick every drop of my cum off your perfect tits. I have to hydrate you," Stone says, sucking in his lips and nodding like he's doing something that's just oh so necessary to take care of me. I pull down the front of my dress so that my tits are free. Really, big as my breasts are, it doesn't take much to convince them to pop out for some attention.
Stone definitely enjoys this. His eyes might pop out of his head every time he looks at my tits. One day they might but for now we're safe.
Fuck, the way he looks shooting those huge ropes of cum onto my tits. A girl has to swoon when the biceps flex so good and he unloads all that pearly, creamy cum on you. I have huge breasts so I play up lifting my breasts to my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the nipple, licking up every drop. Watching him watching me is so erotic I feel like a flame is lit within me. Who am I kidding? Stone on my body? Stone near me? I've got an internal flame I'm completely willing to offer up to the Olympics. I could torch a forest with what Stone incinerates within me.
"Only you can prevent forest fires," I say with a laugh looking at Stone stroking his massive, still hard cock.
"What?" Stone laughs along with me though of course he has no idea what crazy thoughts I'm thinking. I'll be nice and tell him.
"Oh, I was just thinking that you keep my body on fire. If you don't put it out with that big fireman's hose, I might destroy a village or something," I say, giggling at the absurdity of what I've just said. "Okay, okay," I say waving my hands. "What can I say? You fucked me silly and I don't have to make sense anymore."
"That's right, babe," Stone says, pulling me close. "You don't have to make sense, you just have to be mine. Nothing in this world could make more sense than you and me. Everything fades away when you're with me. And without you...I felt like static in the wind."
Stone cups my face and kisses me. His lips slowly close over mine, pull me in. His tongue taps at seam of my lips, and I let him in. Our tongues glide over each other. His hips grind into me and I'm aching for him. He pulls back to kiss the corner of my mouth, then back to talk to me again.
"Gonna fuck you slow, savor every moment of having you back, now that we've rutted like animals," Stone says. "Not that I don't love being downright dirty with you, Gisele, but you're too good not to worship."
His lips close back over mine. Stone keeps cradling my face. And he presses his cock back into me, deep, slow. He strokes long inside me and fills me up.
I feel my pussy fluttering around him. The sensation of him fucking me slow instead of our usual breakneck speed takes my breath away. It is every bit as intense. If anything it is more intense because I have the tantalizing knowledge that his massive cock is going to fill me up so good and I have time to be able to anticipate it. I'm a vessel for er every bit of pleasure he extracts from my body. I squeeze him with my inner walls. Capture him and pull him in deeper with every stroke.
We're breathing in time with each other and we're two souls as one. Wound together, inexplicably absent from everything but the rising tides between us that crash from two waves to one. Pleasure rolls through my body and I'm on the edge of everything. Aching and hopeful for everything. But I'm not insistent or begging. I'm content and thrilled, maxed out on pleasure. This is what absolute joy feels like. I have absolutely everything I've ever wanted. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight to me. I lean back on the wall and rock my legs up to pull him against me and hold him in tight with my legs. I know he's not going anywhere but my whole body has been overtaken by the singular urge to capture him, take him in and hold him close as I can. I'm enraptured by him and I obsessively need him. I'm floating through my mind and thinking nothing but thoughts of the scent of his skin, the feel of his chest pressed against me.
"I'm going to come again," Stone moans into my mouth. The taste of his words drown me and I need him. I wrap my legs around him
and grind my hips against him, pulling him tight against me, keeping him in with hips and taking every last drop of his cum. The hot load inside me fills me up with his warm juices. I feel his cum roll down my thighs and mix with my own sticky arousal.
"You made a beautiful mess of me," say, my legs shaking around him as he holds me against him.
"You're always beautiful," Stone says, kissing my cheek.
"You're always cheesy but I love it," I say, kissing right next to his lips.
"I love you," Stone says, kissing my lips again.
He is damn cheesy, but he's good at it. Like, is it even cheesy if I love it? Or is it just good shit? Stone is that good, good shit. I can't believe everything that we've been through. I can't believe that I'm the girl who fucked a guitar god and his rock hard famous rock cock in a club bathroom. Who wrote a story about the crazy way he took pills to beat his addiction, when his withdrawal from me helped him to kick both. He's cured me of my intolerance for my own happiness. Stone leaves me uninhibited with utter confidence like no one else and nothing else can. Like I'm a strong independent but I would be lost without him. He's not just a god on guitar, he's the master of my every desire and the needs of my soul.
"If you're done, I totally understand," Stone says, licking my neck and then looking into my eyes. "But I missed you too damn much. I'm not ready to leave your pussy just let if you'll have me," Stone says with puppy dog eyes.
I can't help but laugh, but I'm already pulling his ass towards me and driving his cock back into me.
"I will never get enough of you, Stone. I paid all that I could for this elevator, so I say we make sure that I get my money's worth. Fuck me hard enough I loop back to not feeling like a limp noodle. I want your cock but I don't think I can hold my legs up without leaning against here," I tell Stone, laughing at how weak my legs are.
