by Sierra Hill
He tastes of whisky and hops. The sweep of his tongue – assured and confident – has my knees buckling and ready to submit to whatever he wants from me. At this stage, I’m willing to do anything for more.
Dragging my hands up his arms, my fingertips grazing the strong, sinewy bulk, they land on top of his shoulders, which feel like boulders underneath my palms. I’ve been with some strong, fit men before, but Zayne surpasses that by a landslide. He must put in hours at the gym to muscle like this.
But he’s not beefy like some gym rats. He’s relatively lean – which honestly, attracted me to him in the first place. His muscular, six-foot-two frame towers above me by a good foot, and his barrel chest presses into mine, his hips tapering down into a V at the edge of his cargo shorts as his pelvis moves against me in a slow, sexual samba.
And oh my…what’s wedged into my crotch could be mistaken for a weapon. It’s hard as steel and I know is going to be just as dangerous because I will die if I don’t get more of it.
Zayne pulls his lips from mine and reaches for my hand, tugging me along behind him, giving me the chance to admire his very firm ass in motion.
He catches me ogling when he peers behind his shoulder and winks.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see the whole package once we’re in my room.” I can feel myself blush at his audacious comment, but secretly it manages to bolster my confidence.
I widen my steps to catch up to his long-strides and swing around in front of him, carefully walking backwards to avoid being trampled on.
I try to play it cool and nonchalant. “You think I’m that interested in your package?”
Without even the slightest sign of exertion, Zayne sweeps me off my feet and heaves me into his arms, carrying me with as much ease as if I weighed nothing. My stomach bubbles with the thrill that this man is so strong – like my own Viking warrior.
His hand is at the curve of my butt and thigh and he gives me a squeeze, placing a quick kiss on my lips.
“You wouldn’t be coming to my room if you weren’t.”
We turn the corner of the building and stop in front of a door to a suite. Without losing a beat, he pulls a card out from his back pocket, unlocks the door and swings it open. The chill of the air conditioner immediately hits my body and I shiver as he sets me down on my feet in front of him.
At least I think it’s from the cold air, but it could just be from the way he man handles me. Or the way he’s staring at me right now, like I’m Little Red Riding Hood and he’s the Big, Bad Wolf.
Besides the whir of the ceiling fan and the click of the lock behind us, the only other sound in the room is from our breaths. Mine on a quick, staccato beat, which manages to speed up further as his large palms paint a swath down my exposed arms, now covered in goosebumps.
“Are you still okay with this?”
Yes, I’m nervous. But I don’t want to stop this from happening.
I take a step back and smile up at him, pulling my floral off-the-shoulder blouse over my head, leaving me in just a strapless bra.
The way he sucks in a breath gives me the courage I need, my fingertips toying seductively with the tops of my breasts above the lacey cup.
“You said you’d go slow. I’ll hold you to that.”
“And don’t forget all night long.”
My fingers move to the front clasp as I unlatch and let the cups fall wide, my breasts popping free for his viewing pleasure. I let the bra fall to the floor and tease him some more, pinching my very hard nipples between my fingers.
It’s as if Zayne snaps out of some hypnotic state and he suddenly takes control, reaching for my hands, pulling them from my chest and holding them out wide. I’m naked and exposed in front of a man I barely know. It’s unnerving but at the same time, exciting.
“You are fucking stunning,” he says, his tone deep and sensual. Raspy like he’s dying of thirst.
His dark gaze sweeps over me slow and easy, from my eyes to my chest, flooding my panties with wanton desire.
And when his mouth covers my nipple, sucking the bud between his teeth, his tongue laving over the stiff peak, I moan loudly, letting the pleasure wash over me.
This man knows how to use his mouth.
But then his hands get in on the action and I feel like I’ve just died and gone to heaven.
4
Zayne
In BUDS training, we SEAL’s are taught to withstand and last through the most intense and painful situations any soldier can endure.
There were times I felt weak and unable to go on any further, wanting to give up and tap out – to ring the bell to stop the brutal torture. But I never did, persisting through the worst of the worst, and I came out on the other side.
But having to take my time with Abbie, as I touch every inch of her body with my hands and my mouth, feels harder than anything I’ve ever been through. I’m about to bust a nut and I’ve only seen her tits.
My brain and sanity were momentarily impaired when she undid her bra, leaving her with nothing more than her skirt. The creamy skin of her breasts, a much lighter shade than the tops of her shoulders that are tinged a bright pink from what looks like a day out on the beach, look delectable and in need of my kisses.
And when my mouth latches onto her rosebud nipples – Lord help me, I am lost.
Her skin tastes of coconut and buttercream and I can’t get enough as I feast on her supple flesh. Abbie is perfectly sculpted – with feminine curves in all the right places. Her hips and ass are full and lush, filling my hands with enough juicy goodness to have me salivating.
My cock is painfully hard, desperate for her touch. Or her mouth. And definitely for the squeeze of her pussy, which I know will be wet and tight. I knew it immediately upon laying eyes on her and confirmed it when we were introduced. I’m getting lucky in every sense of the word tonight, because she’s not a girl who goes home with just anyone.
Now on my knees, I kiss my way from the underside of her tits down the slope of her firm abdominals to the edge of her skirt. There’s a button and zipper which I easily undo, spreading the opening flap to divest her of the material. As I slide it down the length of her legs, she steps out and bumps my chin with her knee.
“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry,” she apologizes, her soft hands landing on my jawline with concern. “Are you okay?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Baby, I’m hurting, but it has nothing to do with that.”
When she gives me a quizzical look, I run a finger from the center of her navel to the crease of her crotch, enjoying her reaction of the sharp inhale of her breath from my touch. To up the ante, I press my thumb in the crevice, feeling the wetness there before dipping down and flicking my tongue over the same spot.
“Zayne?” She says it as an airy question, allowing it to float out around us.
“Yeah, babe? What do you need?”
My eyes fix on hers as she stares down at me – in awe and lust – and I wait for her answer. When she says nothing, I take action. In one swift motion, I tug at the panties and yank them down to her ankles.
There’s a moment every soldier has before going into combat – where every part of your body is alert and amped up for the danger to come. In the zone and ready for whatever is to come.
The same holds true for sex. When the lust pumps through your body like a shot of adrenaline, prepping your animalistic responses that kick in. I can see, hear and feel that in Abbie’s response to my move. Her breasts heave up and down, her chest flushing and the solid thrum of her heartbeat visible in that hollow in her neck.
Using my knuckles, I nudge her legs open, and take a nice long drag of my tongue through her wetness. There’s a sharp pain in my shoulders where her nails claw into my skin, only heightening the intensity of my first taste.
She moans and nearly sags against me as I begin sucking and nipping, my fingers teasing at her opening, tongue fluttering over her clit and swiping through her folds.
“I knew you’
d taste fucking amazing.”
I stand and grab her by the hips in one fluid motion, flopping her across my bed on her back. I gaze at her naked body in front of me and palm the erection that’s painfully hard and straining in my shorts, giving it a good long stroke. Abbie’s eyes flutter, half-lidded with lust, as she props herself up with one arm. The other reaches out for my cock.
I step out of her reach, wagging my finger in the air.
“Aren’t you a greedy little girl.”
Taking the neckline at the back of my T-shirt, I pull it off and over my torso, throwing it behind me before undoing my shorts. My cock aches and pulses under her wide-eyed appreciative stare as I kick off the impeding material.
Taking it in hand, I stroke it a few times from root to tip, gripping it tightly at the base to stave off my need to get off.
Twisting my lips into a smirk, I watch her lips part, her tongue darting out to swipe across her bottom lip.
“I’m only greedy when I’m needy,” she replies with a tease in her voice as she scoots to the edge of the bed where her hand slides between her parted legs. “And you didn’t finish what you started. So yes, I need you now.”
Well fuck me sideways.
This shy little Turtle has no problem dishing it back to me. I like that.
I like that so much that I decide not to make her wait.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t torment her a little with my tongue and fingers.
My knuckles dig into the side of the bed on either side of her hips as I hover over her, encroaching in on her space. She shifts back, tipping her head to expose her neck and I go to town. Her skin tastes of sunlight and sea breeze.
My lips trail over the hollow of her throat as I feel her small hands washing over my back. When she comes to the large, raised scar on my side, her hand stops, as I expected it would, and she takes a slight inhale of air but doesn’t say anything.
“It’s not a very interesting story, but I can tell you about it later. Right now, I have other things to do with my mouth.”
One of my thighs presses between her legs as I bend down and nudge her open. I slide my rough palm down her silky flesh, plumping her firm breast and flicking the nipple before proceeding further. The ache in my cock throbs and becomes almost unbearable, weeping with precum for her wet pussy.
I gently brush my fingers over her clit before dragging my thumb through the slick folds. Flicking my eyes back to her face, I want to see her expression when I ease my fingertips inside.
I circle the sensitive, swollen clit before sliding my middle finger inside and holy fuck, she’s hot and wet, for me. Both her eyes and mouth open wide with pleasure before she closes them on a moan.
As I continue pumping my finger inside, she rocks her hips in time with my ministrations. Using my thumb, I massage the moisture there to ease her throbbing ache.
Abbie begins thrashing from side to side, her hands clutching at the sheets as I add my mouth as the final assault. My tongue darts in where my finger is, using the tip to circle and trace the most sensitive part of her. And when I crook my finger inside and thrum her clit with just the right pressure, it seems to bring about a detonation of massive degree.
Abbie’s legs tense, her body stiffens, as she cries out her release with an open mouth wail and a string of unintelligible gibberish.
I pull away with a satisfied smirk as I wipe a hand across my face and bend over to grab the condom packet in my wallet.
“Wow,” she sighs, a languid look in her eyes. “That was incredible and exactly what I needed.”
Her gaze follows my hand as I slide the condom over my rock hard cock and kneel between her legs.
“That’s just the beginning, babe. I told you I’d give you what you need and make it last all night. That was just the first course.”
5
Abbie
Oh, holy wow.
Zayne is insatiable. And a sex god. And a beast.
Whatever he did with his tongue and fingers is something I want to experience again. And again. And again.
But for right now, I get his cock.
And what a cock it is.
He wouldn’t let me touch him, which frankly, was disappointing because it just screamed to be touched. A perfectly shaped head with a delicious amount of girth and length that made my mouth water for a taste.
His low vibrato voice jars me from my thoughts. “Everything okay, babe? You look a little shell shocked.”
My eyes pop wide as I move my gaze from his dick to his face, which has a highly amused expression.
I shake my head and roll my eyes. “I was just admiring.”
And with that, he slides his cock through my folds, hitting my clitoris with the precision of a sniper.
“You’re such a clit tease.” The joke is attached to a long moan of pleasure, because, whoa. That. Hit. The. Spot.
He bellows out a laugh, his head tipping back to expose his long, corded neck. My fingertips tickle under his chin, stroking the whiskers that earlier provided me the perfect amount of abrasion and friction. I continue my exploration as I draw a path over his collarbone, over his tatted and lean chest, fingering the soft wisps of hair between his pecs.
Zayne looks at me again as he holds himself still, our bodies pressed hotly against one another as I’m pinned underneath him. He thrusts slowly, the same movement several times.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
Do I have a favorite position? I’m not sure. No one’s ever asked me that before.
But I’ve always fantasized about being taken from behind hard and fast so that I have to grip the headboard to avoid being thrown across the bed. I might blush and my eyes dart away momentarily in embarrassment.
“From behind. Hard.”
He simply gives me a sinful smile, letting his chin-dimple make an appearance, and then grabs my hips and flips me over to position me on my knees and hands.
“I was hoping you’d say something like that,” he rasps in my ear, moving my hands to the headboard. “Because I’ve been dying to grab onto this juicy booty of yours.”
And then he smacks my ass.
He.
Spanks.
My.
Ass.
Not hard, but enough to make it sting. And I love it.
My moan makes it very clear the extent to what I feel about that as he smooths over the sting with his palm, the contradiction of his calloused hands against my smooth bottom highly sensual.
“Mmm. You like that.”
Not a question. Then I feel his fingers slide down the crease of my bottom and in between my legs, where he slips a finger through my folds. He obviously now is aware of the level of my pleasure.
His hand suddenly departs and the throbbing, aching empty space is filled with the slide of his thick cock and a tug of my hair.
My excitement skyrockets with the force of which he enters me and the pressure he exerts that I can hear the slickness as he lines up at my entrance and pushes in.
His voice is a deep growl. “Ah fuck, baby. You are perfect.”
With one large hand at my hip, the other grasping my hair, he fucks me with slow and precise thrusts, slamming inside me with a slap of skin each time he enters and withdraws.
I shift down to my elbows, his fist loosening its hold on my hair, and holy wow, this new position has him deeper and hitting a spot inside me that feels like a detonator button. His now free hand swoops around my waist and between my legs, his thumb finding my clit like he’s hitting a bullseye.
My eyes shut on their own accord against the onslaught of pure pleasure that begins to tingle and bubble up from the base of my spine. My toes curl into the bed as I beg for things I’ve never asked for.
“Please, don’t stop, Zayne. Harder…Please…”
And then there’s no stopping him. He grants my request and lets it all go. Balls to the wall, so to speak.
And speaking of wall, the headboard bangs so loudly against the hotel room
wall, I’m worried the neighbors will be knocking on the door and yelling at us to shut the hell up soon.
But I set that worry aside for now, because I’m in the midst of the most fantastic night of my life. When I promised myself I’d hookup with someone on this trip, I didn’t expect it to be a man who makes an Olympic sport out of fucking.
The part of my brain that’s still coherent wants to shout out at the top of my lungs, “10!”
As in the perfect score.
I want to see his face, so I turn my head to the side and look behind me and am in awe.
Zayne wears the most intense expression I’ve ever seen. A cross between pure, lustful pleasure and deep concentration. It’s etched across his strong jawline and the straining ropes of sinewy cords in his neck.
Suddenly, his eyes open and he lets out almost an agonizing rumble that fills the bedroom.
“I’m gonna come, baby. You close?”
I wasn’t expecting another orgasm. I’ve never had more than one at a time. But it comes out of nowhere and is momentous. It erupts through me and sets off a chain reaction, apparently signaling his long-overdue climax.
Zayne grips my hips harder and stills, as I feel him pulse inside me.
And then, with his chest still heaving, he pulls out, removes the condom, flips me over so we’re both on our sides, and closes his eyes with a long groan.
“Give me ten minutes and we’re going to do that again.”
I giggle, pulling the sheet up to cover my exposed breasts. Without missing a beat or even opening an eyelid, he growls and pulls it back down, his hand wrapping around my waist.
“These are perfection and need to be at my disposal.” His head bobs down and he flicks a nipple before landing back down on the pillow.
And then he falls asleep and I snuggle up next to his warm, solid body.
Ten minutes later exactly, I wake from the feel of his hands moving between my legs and he does exactly as promised.
