“There you go.” She understands and I only hope I survive. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I lean down and lick.
She arches, sliding against my erection.
We both moan. It’s perfect. Too perfect.
This might not have been my brightest idea, but I’m committed.
I abrade the hard peaks with my tongue, teasing her with a light suction that has her pumping her hips. Nipples nice and wet, I lift my head and murmur, “Don’t let go.”
Abby
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
This night is everything my fantasies have always promised and I’m going to give into every minute. Everything he does feels so good and I’m crazy with the pleasure of it.
Each new thing he introduces is like a mini wonder and I can’t get enough.
Lukas releases his hold on my waist and pinches both my nipples hard before pulling up. Sensation, hot and intense, ricochets through me.
Unable to stay still, I jerk. My swollen clit rubs along his shaft, and when I squeeze my thighs like he says, it adds another layer of sensation.
It’s so good. I’m greedy for more. Greedy for everything he can give me.
“Come on, work those hips.” He presses his forehead into mine as our wet, slippery skin slides together.
I grip his back, wanting closer. My nails dig into his skin and I lose myself in a wave of lust and desire.
I never doubted sex could be like this. In my heart I knew, I just didn’t think it would happen to me.
I’m so glad I’m wrong. Action. That’s the key.
Releasing his hold on one of my breasts, he reaches down and smacks my ass.
“Oh yes, more.” I moan. It’s so much better than I dreamed. The heated pleasure-filled pain exceeds all my fantasies. It’s indescribable. I could get addicted to it.
He spanks me again.
I go a little mad, arching my hips, rubbing my clit frantically along the head of his cock.
Later I’ll be embarrassed. Later I’ll think about everything, but for now…oh, now I want it all. I want more. Dirtier. Rougher. Asking for what I want has worked so far, and I’m not about to stop now. I moan. “Harder…please…harder.”
He delivers. Oh god does he.
Five hard, rapid blows.
My eyes water as heat radiates from my burning skin. All the sensations crest, rolling over me, as pressure coils tight. I chase it, seeking it out. Bright, pleasure shakes my thighs.
I rock into him.
He slides over me.
I break, shattering into a million pieces. My core convulses and spasms with such force a cry rips from my throat.
“That’s it.” Lukas growls, a low, primal sound that sets off another wave of contractions.
On a harsh groan, he pulls away, prying my legs from his waist and grabbing a condom. As tiny fissions of sensation spark over my skin I can only stare as he tears the foil package with his teeth. With expert hands, he rolls the latex down his hard cock, and before I can process my surroundings, the room swings as he drags me to the floor.
I hold my breath, my chest squeezing as I wait for his entry. The aftershocks from the first orgasm I’ve ever had are still contracting when he slides down my body, and between my thighs. Before I can wonder what he’s doing, his tongue buries deep in my pussy.
“No!” The word is shouted in surprise, as I’m so sensitive his touch borders on painful.
In response, his mouth clamps around my clit, the suction hard and ferocious.
Almost unbearable, I try to move away from his voracious mouth, digging my heels into the floor, fighting for leverage. He flings an arm across my hips, holding me in place, feasting on me as though he’s a starving man. I squirm and writhe, the fabric of the carpet rubbing along my back. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots through me, sharp and unexpected. I scream as my back bows off the carpet.
Not letting up his assault, he plunges two fingers high and hard inside me, pumping in time to the movement of his mouth. Out of nowhere, a violent orgasm tears through me. A low, guttural moan escapes as my hips grind, wanton against his face.
With a vicious curse, he moves up my body, giving me no chance to rest or gather my thoughts. He kisses me hard, his tongue stroking into my mouth, making me crazy. I can taste and smell myself everywhere. It should be humiliating. It should cool me. But it does none of those things.
Instead, I get lost in it, throwing my arms around his neck and devouring him in a wet, dirty kiss.
When we finally break apart, we both pant for breath. I’m slick with sweat, and he’s not in any better shape. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones combine with the dark passion in his eyes, making his face primitive and dangerous.
Eyes locked on mine, he rises to his knees, tilts my hips, and drives hard and high inside me.
I cry out at the force as I slide against the carpet.
He yanks me back, stilling, before brushing a lock of hair from my cheek. “Abby, you’re so tight.”
I nod.
After long, excruciating moments, my muscles ease and I adjust to his invasion.
Moaning, he begins to move. His hips circle as he grinds his pelvis over my ultrasensitive clit with each stroke.
He’s slow, methodical, creating an unexpected ache. Over and over, he rotates his lean hips. Building my pleasure. On his next thrust, I keen as my body jolts with that upward climb.
He growls, picking up his tempo. Frustrated my dress restrains my arms, and I’m unable to touch him, I twist beneath him. Pinned down, I can’t deny my helplessness increases my desire. Pleasure, sharp as a knife, makes my muscles clench around his thick cock.
“Good girl.” He shifts, moving over me so his chest abrades my nipples.
“Harder.” My cry is breathless.
He complies, driving me.
The sweat drips off both our bodies.
“Come again.”
I want to, so badly, but as I strain to reach it, it slips farther from my grasp. “I can’t.”
“Yes. You can.” His voice is harsh above me.
“I-I…” I sputter, unable to form a complete sentence.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
At his words, my body pulses but I don’t tip over the edge.
His hips piston fast and furious, and I rise to meet his punishing thrusts.
He rumbles something low and unintelligible. Then the room spins as he flips us over so I’m sprawled on top of him. He jerks my dress the rest of the way down my arms so it bunches around my waist, and frees me. I plant my hands on his chest to steady myself.
A hard, sharp blow lands full on my ass. Shocking and thrilling me. Yes, this is what I need.
“Say it,” he orders. “Tell me to fuck you.”
The words won’t leave my throat. He delivers a rapid series of slaps that mixes with the fiery burn from before, amplifying the sensations. Wanton, I throw my hips back into his waiting palm, slamming down on his cock.
He grips my hips, helping me along. “Yes, work that cunt.”
Yes. I chase the building pleasure.
He smacks me again. “Say it.”
My body clamps around him and the words rip from my throat. “Fuck me.”
I can’t decide if they’re hot or embarrassing, but it doesn’t matter because my thoughts scatter as he rolls us back over.
Without breaking contact, he pounds into me, driving me higher and higher until I shatter, my vision dimming as a climax crashes over me in never-ending waves.
Above me, Lukas lets out a guttural shout, his hips pumping in release.
It goes on and on, both of us moving helplessly together until we collapse in a boneless, tangled heap.
I stare up at the white ceiling, my chest heaving as I pant for breath.
So that was sex, huh?
I’m definitely going to want to do it again. As much as possible.
At least until he decides to move on.
7
&n
bsp; Abby
The following evening, I tug at the short, frayed jean skirt before smoothing the tight, white V-neck, sleeveless top I’d talked myself into purchasing earlier today.
I examine my reflection in the mirror, twisting and turning, attempting to gage how I feel about my outfit choice. I’m showing plenty of cleavage and thigh.
I’m not used to it, but I think I like it.
True to my vow last night in the restaurant bathroom, I’d gone shopping and picked clothes I fell in love with. Clothes I’d never have dared even look at before my revelation. I hadn’t thought I’d test this new promise of mine so soon, but Lukas had talked me into going with him to a casual birthday party for one of his friends.
I tilt my head, studying myself critically. I think I might look kind of good, maybe even kind of cute.
The dress from last night hadn’t been my choice, but this was, even though I fought the urge to put on something more conservative. My outfit makes me feel exposed, like I’m revealing some sort of secret I’ve kept hidden. Like my choice says something about me I’m not sure I’m ready to face.
I blow out a hard breath. Get a grip; it’s just an outfit for a party, not the key to your psyche.
I’m wearing it. End of story. I turn to the bed and start unboxing the ankle boots I’d bought to go with it, and ponder how I got myself into this mess to begin with.
I don’t understand why Lukas asked me to go. I mean, sure, we’d had sex, but it’s not like I expect anything else. Of course, I’d refused the invitation, assuming he’d offered to be nice. But no matter how many times I tried to drop the subject, he kept on insisting. He’d pressed and refuted every one of my many excuses until he cajoled me into agreeing, and that had been the end of the discussion.
I don’t know exactly what to make of it. I keep trying my best to make it easy for him to escape me, but he’s got some sort of politeness streak.
It had been the same last night when I tried to leave his bed.
I’ve always heard men couldn’t wait for a woman to leave after casual sex. So after every bout, I’d gotten up to go home. He kept tugging me back though, almost like he hadn’t wanted me to leave.
I figure it’s because we’re neighbors and he wants to make sure things stay friendly between us after everything’s checked off my list.
As I remember all the dirty things he’d said to me, my stomach jumps. My cheeks grow hot as all the wild, kinky things we’d done rolls through my memory. God, I’d really gone all in, hadn’t I?
I’d been insatiable.
I’ve always thought I might be a hidden slut, and one night with a man who knows what he’s doing in bed, proves me right. I’ve always gone out with shy, timid men who’d never think to spank me and say filthy things to me. Apparently, it drove me a little crazy and made me lose my head.
I’d pretty much done anything Lukas wanted, and loved every minute of it, even though it was slightly embarrassing upon recollection.
I press my cold fingers to my heated skin. Just don’t lose your heart to him. Give him everything but your heart.
I zip up my new booties with a quick flick of my fingers. I can do this. I’m learning lessons and living life here. I’m doing exactly what I set out to do.
The doorbell rings, startling me from my thoughts. I give myself another cursory once-over.
These clothes are for me, and me alone.
With that little affirmation, I fly down the stairs and swing open the door.
Propped against the doorframe, hands shoved into his jeans, Lukas stands, wearing his most wicked smile, lone dimple on full display. In a black knit shirt that highlights his lean muscles, he looks gorgeous and dangerous. Lascivious intent gleams in his brown eyes, and my mouth goes dry as my mind empties.
I have no idea what to say.
Apparently, neither does he because we stare at each other for a full thirty seconds.
I suck in a breath and that seems to break the silence because the next thing I know, he’s swooping in, kissing me. Lips slant over mine, all hot and claiming, while his big hands roam over my body. On a low growl, he walks me back, kicking the door closed behind him. The blood rushes hot and fast in my veins and I plaster my body against him, rubbing shamelessly along his erection.
I did this to him. Made him hard. Me.
He breaks the kiss, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ve been dreaming about this eager little mouth wrapped around my cock all day.”
I am eager, but I don’t care. I want to feel that thing I feel when I have my mouth on him. Without hesitation, I reach for the button on his jeans, release him, and drop to my knees.
“Shit, Abby, I didn’t mean—” His words stall when I wrap my fingers around his shaft and squeeze.
Last night I’d explored to my heart’s content, listening intently to his helpful suggestions and groaning encouragement. I’ve always been a quick study, and I’d paid close attention to what he liked.
An attention I use to my advantage now.
I lick the slit, running my tongue up and down the tiny opening while raising my eyes to look at him.
Lukas likes eye contact.
He stares down at me, a feral expression written across his features. One of the things I learned last night was that I have power. A wet, willing mouth works some sort of magic on the male brain. With slow deliberateness, I run my tongue from base to tip, and his eyes go dark and wild. The air shifts, filling with anticipation.
I shiver and squeeze harder, letting my tongue play over him. I love the taste, the smooth slide of velvet skin over his long, hard length.
He buries his hand in my hair and urges me forward. “Suck my cock.”
Without breaking eye contact, I take only the head into my mouth, creating a tight suction while I swirl my tongue around and around.
Grip tightening, he fists my hair until a pinprick of pain burns at my scalp. His voice is harsh when he speaks. “More. Take it all.”
On a deep swallow, I release my hand and draw him as far into my throat as I can.
Female satisfaction flows through me as the cords on his neck flex and he curses.
With my palms, I cup his ass to hold him close, bobbing my head along his rigid length.
Our eyes are locked.
On a ragged breath, he shakes his head. “God, that mouth.”
I suck harder, longer, moving to hold his balls in one hand, rolling them the way he’d shown me.
His cheekbones tighten under his skin as his hips pump. “Harder, faster, make me come, Abby.”
My own desire builds as his thrusts grow more urgent. I move up and down the length of him, flicking and swirling my tongue. He lengthens, thickening in my mouth, and a rush of anticipation floods through me. Doubling my efforts, I create such a tight suction he growls. I’ve found my rhythm now and I don’t let up, ruthlessly working him, loving every minute of this power I have.
He bows, shoving his cock deep.
“Fuck!” he yells seconds before he shoots down the back of my throat.
Greedy for the taste of him, I keep going, swallowing every drop until there’s nothing left.
He pulls out and leans down to devour my mouth. The first time he’d done this, I’d been surprised, assuming he’d want me to clean up as seemed proper. But Lukas wasn’t like that. He’d informed me the best sex was messy and dirty.
Obviously I have no choice but to believe him.
I’m abandoned now, and I throw myself into the kiss, vibrating with desire and empowered in a way I find addictive.
He yanks me up from the floor and when we break apart, our breathing is ragged.
Grinning, he zips his jeans. “Now that’s a greeting a man could get use to.”
Unable to help it, I laugh.
He swipes his thumb across my lower lip. “I had other plans in mind, but once you fell to your knees, I was a goner.”
I shrug, as if it’s an everyday occurrence to go down on a guy the
second I see him.
He grips my shoulders, holding me away, and running his gaze over my body.
I draw in a deep breath when he palms my nipples and rubs.
“You look good enough to eat.” His hands skim lower, down my quivering stomach, over the flare of my hips, to my bare thighs. Reaching under the hem of my skirt, he glides his fingers up over my panties, before slipping inside. I gasp when he circles my clit before plunging deep into my pussy. “This outfit is perfect for what I have in mind.”
It’s hard to concentrate when he does that. Or stay upright. I rest my hands on his shoulders to keep steady.
“Wider,” he commands in that low voice he uses.
I don’t even think of disobeying, spreading my legs the second the word falls from his lips. He pumps his fingers, letting the heel of his hand rub my clit. The scent of sex surrounds me as I moan, tilting my hips, seeking the hard pressure I need to send me over the edge.
Another discovery made. I’d never been able to give myself an orgasm because I’d been too gentle. My touch too light and tentative. Who knew I needed pressure to slip over the edge?
I gasp when he hits a particularly good spot.
Lukas, that’s who.
My back breaks out in fine beads of sweat. The wet sounds of his fingers driving in and out of me fills the air, making me hotter. An orgasm hovers just out of my reach.
I’m almost there.
My muscles clench.
Right there.
He stops abruptly.
I sway on my feet, scowling.
His hands squeeze my hips, and he laughs. “Don’t glare.”
“What are you doing?” My body buzzes with my almost climax. How dare he stop? I blow out a puff of air.
“I love how your pussy is always dripping wet for me.” Ignoring my question completely, he slips inside my panties again, dancing along my slippery folds as if to prove his point.
Like I need proof. I know exactly how wet I am.
He threads his thumbs along the strings that constitute my underwear and pulls until they snap. “You won’t be needing these.”
A sudden flare of panic spikes hot. What’s he up to? Playing it cool, I ask, “You don’t expect me to meet your friends with no panties, do you?”
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