say you want me

by Janai

  “Just a minute.” He picked up the phone beside the bed. He couldn’t have given the person on the other end a chance to speak as he queried. “Do you have condoms?”

  He must have gotten a confirmation as he continued, “Yes, two of the gold box and ten minutes would be fine. Just leave them at the door.” He paused for a moment. “No just knock and walk away, I’ll come and get them later. Oh, and put the charge on my incidentals receipt.”

  Chandler looked at her and smiled. “I wonder what I can do with ten minutes?” The question seemed to be posed as a rhetorical but even if he was asking her, Taylor had no idea what she would have said. Not that it mattered.

  First, he took her hands and wrapped her fingers into the pillow behind her. “Just in case you feel like screaming.” The look he gave her said her planned to make her do just that until she was hoarse.

  Next, his arms looped under then over her thighs before he settled in for a late night snack. She used the pillow from the very second his tongue curled over her clit. He was a teasing bastard and would flick her sex button as she screeched into the cotton covered down, then taste the outer lips as she pleaded for more. When she had begged him to his liking, he would tongue lash her into tortured pleas for him to finish it and fuck her.

  It went without mention that more could happen in ten minutes than she expected. He spent a delicious dozen of moments between her thighs, though she came in the first few. His lips fastened over her clit through the entirety of her orgasmic crisis and ensured she had to suffer with her pleasure.

  She dimly heard the knock on the door and hoped Chandler would give her a few seconds space to allow her the wherewithal to breathe. Taylor had nearly choked herself to death on the pillow when used as a gag to keep her needs muted, though she was sure that the barrier worked in no way.

  He lifted his head from her wet flesh. “Look at me.”

  But his words were only a deterrent. She knew that if she watched him devour her with cunnilingus she would come yet again prematurely. It was nearly embarrassing the way that she was came on the drop of a dime and maybe even less than that. Might even be just a penny, she mused. But he wouldn’t let her be shamed for long, as his aggressive handling took care of her concerns. He held her like a woman needed to be clutched, with a firm grip and intense lust.

  She wanted this to last and perversely, she didn’t want to wait for her orgasm either. Although, when he asked her the next time, his words were a thinly veiled command that she had to comply with. Taylor pulled the pillow from her face and gasped at him. His mouth was covered in her juices, and in fact, the fluid coated half of his face as if he was in a pie eating contest. And her pussy was the last tart between him and victory.

  This time when his tongue resumed the lashes against her clit she was lost and there was no way to stop the orgasm that built inside. The rhythm his licks established was the same one her pussy quivered to. Each time she clenched her canal, he flicked her clit. When she was under his spell one hundred percent, there was nowhere else she could go, but over. Her vaginal spasms were in a class by themselves and it wasn’t until she came down from her third potent, mind-ripping orgasm that she realized just how tightly his hands clasped her. She was sure to carry a thick band of bruises over her skin in the morning.

  He got up and walked away, but she was too wrung out to decipher if she could move or not yet. When he returned there were two boxes of condoms in his hands. There was no way they could use all of them tonight. Or could they?

  Chandler: Hot Sex and Disappearing Acts

  Chandler was sure that he would embarrass himself. Her body was made for sexual pleasure and being able to watch her pussy prepare for his possession provided ample opportunity for disgrace. She was a sensual goddess, with her thick curves and long legs. He hadn’t even had the chance to taste her nipples yet and he was going to make sure to pay those buds some serious attention starting now. He retrieved the condoms and shucked the shorts off on the walk back.

  He would have to see if the beautiful woman would let him keep her the whole weekend. Chandler could delay his return, although Monday he had no choice but to go back to the office. But for now? He could take his time with her and enjoy all of the delights her body had to offer until he put her to sleep. When returned with the condoms in hand her eye lids drooped and he decided he would fuck her first. Make those low lids pop back open, make her aware of the potency of their bodies together. Then he planned a nice slow screw that would fry both of their brains.

  He clasped her by the thighs and dragged her closer until her hips rested on the edge of the bed. He initially gave her the head only as he wanted to test the waters. She was scalding wet, delicious and when the mushroom cap delved in between her pussy lips he was enraptured. That first taste of her only made him want more and he was too greedy to wait to touch bottom. He cocked his hips back and seated himself in a single stupendous stroke that left both of them gasping for breath and shuddering in delight.

  It was perfect, fucking perfect. She didn’t fit him like a glove. Her body was too tight for that mere word to describe the seamless feel of her around him. The grip of her snatch reminded him of being vacuum sealed by gelatin. There was no way he would refuse seconds, thirds and fourths of her after this time. Heck, even the six condoms he was barely able to procure may not be enough. But the thought was lost in the mind blowing oscillations of hips clashing against his. Every centimeter of her pussy was stretched around him, gripped him, and nursed at him. Once she caught the perfect rhythm of flesh, he had no choice but to take control.

  Otherwise this was going to be the shortest sex on record and he had no intentions of embarrassing himself with this woman tonight. When this was over, he wanted her to remember his name. He wanted her to dream of what they shared under the cover of darkness. Just the same as he was sure he would never forget her. She was a delight that he wanted to savor while he had her, even if she was not going to be his for permanent.

  They had this night and if he could convince her, the next as well.

  “Chandler!” She cried his name on a particularly viscous punt of his hips. He wanted to hear her call him again so he repeated the stroke.

  When he looked down, her eyes were wet, brimmed with water. Even while she bit her lip to stifle her screams of joy, the tears spilled in tandem.

  “Are you alright?” He asked her and slowed the tempo of their sex as he waited for her response.

  “Yes… Please don’t stop.” His mysterious buxom beauty with the glistening brown skin and clenching snatch said.

  He watched her eyes roll in the back of her head, the lids yet again half sealed. Her nostrils flared and he could see that no matter how deeply she panted for breath, she couldn’t get enough air. She bucked and begged for more cock with every move she made and every cry that left her lips.

  “Damn it, this is too good. Tell me you’re close.” He asked, afraid that he would leave her in the dust.

  “Ohhhh…” She groaned. “Yeah I’m gonna come.” Her delicious shudder coincided with the words and the quiver of sex walls made his resolve to hold out waver like a battered boxer barely standing after ten rounds with the champ.

  “Fuck me back with that good pussy.” If she threw anything more his way he would have a heart attack, but it would feel so good.

  Actually, it hurt, in a good way. His mystery woman cocked her hips and rapid fire met his every stroke. The game their bodies played had just turned into blissful reality. And within that moment he had to let go, but she was going to come along for the ride. Chandler wrapped one arm beneath her, and used the bolster of forearm to angle her chest closer to him.

  Her bra was still in the way of accessing her breasts, but the barely there sheer fabric was ribbon trimmed and only accented her. He used his free hand to tug the cups beneath the full mounds. She was petite, but perfectly shaped and her nipples were fat buds he had to taste. When his lips lowered to gather a taste of the erect flesh, he
could hear her breathing stop altogether as if she anticipated the oral attentions fiercely.

  He let his lips fold over the delicious nubbin without preamble, as neither of them was in the mood for any further teasing. She was gorgeous and he wanted nothing more than to lose himself for as many hours as he could inside of the delicate beauty he’d been gifted pleasure with. His mouth played the areola and nipple until the only thing left was a mass of crinkled skin and slowly satiated starvation.

  “Ughh…” The cry was buried within her chest, a series of syllables that had no definition, except to elucidate her need. “Ahhh…” Was the next cry to leave her lips and this time she seemed to rise into his suckling lips and driving hips with her whole soul.

  His tempo grew stronger as he gave every ounce of his weight into every thrust. Each time he touched bottom he could feel her next orgasm tease along her snatch until she nearly begged him for more fucking.

  If she wasn’t calling his name, “Chandler!” with pleas that asked him for more, she prayed to the heavens with her cries of, “Jesus!” and those were the hardest to deny.

  Anything that came from her lips was manna from heaven as far he was concerned, as the words became fodder for his body. His cock was harder and longer than it had ever been. His need was exponentially more than he ever imagined it could be. He was inside of her and fulfilling fantasies that he never imagined he ever had, but he wanted something that he couldn’t even name or describe.

  With the quick trigger both their bodies were on, the beginning of her climax spurred the start of his. There was desperation laid within the last few strokes of cock and cunt, where his erection was at war with the rest of him. In his mind he wanted to be a sex god, able to have his cake and eat it too. But he couldn’t, her body was too closely linked to his for him not to follow her into bliss.

  “Fuck Chan—” All speech dried up from her lips as she clenched his nape with bared nails. His Rose clung to him through the entire series of spasms that rocked her to the bone. Chandler was shaken by proxy mingled with the intimacy of their positions in the age-old game of sins of the flesh.

  There was so much he wanted from her in the moments that they were joined as one within orgasmic splendor. They were things he shouldn’t even be thinking of with a woman that he just met, let alone a woman whose name he didn’t even know. But the emotions in his chest went beyond lust, beyond the delicious aspects of her body that he enjoyed more than ever before. The chemistry went further than sex, Chandler was sure, but he knew that if she was unwilling to give up her name, then he had a snowball’s chance in hell of getting her phone number.

  Even if she was willing to give him her contact information, what was he going to be able to do with it? Long distance relationships were too tricky a thing and he surely didn’t have time to make a real courtship work from hundreds of miles away.

  But one thing for certain, he was willing to have a marathon of scorching sex until he was satisfied.

  While he was in thought, his temptress lay in wait for him as if she was ready for more, and he had no hesitation administering whatever she asked for. As a matter of fact, he craved more of her too. But he felt her belly rumble as if she was starving, and come to think of it, he could eat.

  For a one night stand, she had no shame or embarrassment within her almost bipolar nudity. Her pussy was exposed to the hunger he let show in his eyes. Her breasts were awkwardly propped atop the ledge of lace manufactured from her bra cups, with the cleavage demurely hidden by a wealth of hair. She was an ode to innate sensuality and graceful at a point when most people would stumble or cower. But her body gloried in their joining as her skin carried a flush that seemed bone deep along with a soft smile.

  The faint curve of lips called to him as he redirected his attention to his steps and reaching the pizza that would sate the hunger of their bellies so he could fill the hunger between them afterwards. He pulled her into his lap and offered her the first piece of the greasy, cheesy dough on a large napkin. He devoured two slices to her single piece and even watching her eat that was torture and a half. She nibbled at the cheese in delicate bites and he was rock hard before she had eaten a third of it. It didn’t take long for him help her with her slice when she was too slow to finish. He leaned over and bit the fat crusty end only to meet her lips when as she nibbled on her portion.

  “So are you going to tell me your name now?” She only shrugged in response, but then he watched her bite her lips as if she had arrived at a decision.

  “After sunrise.” It seemed she was determined to be a woman of mystery and he would give her this small concession for now.

  After that, they both enjoyed sex in the uncomfortable chair and they both were slick with sex, grease and sweat when it was over. That night, he spent every waking minute arousing her base nature to greet his. When they finally crashed somewhere in the wee hours, he knew one thing. In a few short hours he would know her name.

  But as he found out several hours later, he was wrong. And it was his fault that he didn’t know.

  Taylor: Get the Hell Out Of Dodge

  She knew that her duck and slide at dawn was wrong as hell, but really what else was she supposed to do? She watched as the toll of sex and greasy pizza put her behemoth lover to bed. He didn’t snore, just gave occasional puffs of air and clutched her too tight. The sun began to rise and Taylor knew she had to greet the morning and make the drive to her new life.

  She quickly made her way across the luxury of the suite and put on the bare essentials of bra and dress. The stockings were a total loss and she could only manage to find one earring, let alone her panties. Her dreads were a smidgeon nappy, but all in all she was presentable.

  A taxi ride later, she was able to meet her friend for the post coital grilling that Taylor knew she had coming to her.

  “So you finally got laid last night?” The very first words Kayla said to her and evidence that she was right.

  “As you already know… Yes.” What else could she say? They both knew the truth. She fucked a stranger and liked, no, loved it.

  “Was it good?” Kayla asked. It was better than good. The man was fabulous in bed and knew his way around a woman’s body. He touched her in places even she hadn’t colonized yet.

  “Maybe.” There was no way she could admit it aloud, the whole idea of last night was phantasmagorical and far from real. Taylor almost felt like she hadn’t expected to be moved by the sex. As if she were a professional at one night stands. Like she was supposed to pretend that he wasn’t the first man to make her scream.

  Kayla arched her brows lewdly and chuckled. “Based on the shiver I just saw, I’d say yes.”

  “You’re right. Happy now?” Kayla was nice enough not to give her hell the entire time though. But Taylor made her exit extra fast with only a quick shower before jumping into a velour sweat suit.

  The drive to Charlotte was hell, the entire time her cunt throbbed from the meticulous use along with withdrawal from the fount of her addiction. Every mile she clocked beneath her tires stretched the bond of chemistry blended with unnatural attraction until the desire snapped away and left her with a vague ache. But, she thought, it’s not like there was any other choice. She needed to get into her home, and Chandler’s cock could only serve as a detour onto a path that she really didn’t have the time to take.

  Taylor: Fast Forward

  Three weeks and the same number of days later…

  Taylor was damn near ready to bang her head in frustration. The morning dragged as if every second forward in time was an Olympic hurdle to overcome. She had already fired one store manager this morning, when she saw he was shorting the stock. And not little bits here or there, oh no, he was a bold asshole and stole over five thousand in merchandise this week alone. That was if she went based on the reports she received each day.

  It didn’t make sense that the store underperformed, the location was superb, the area was even better than that and there was steady growth e
ven in the recession until recently. But there was a downward trend over the last six months and when she called the douche bag thief to the carpet, he appeared to be stunned at her line of questioning.

  That was the good ole boy system at work. Men had a tendency to think that women were weaker solely based on their sex. But for some reason men couldn’t remember the fact that the lack of brawn was compensated well with brains. Well, she thought, at least one man had learned the lesson on how not to underestimate women today.

  She checked her email and saw she had request for a meeting after her usual lunch hour with the upper level management. And after what she just did, she wished that she could get a continuance like attorneys could get their clients. It was definitely not in her favor that she had to fire a manager after only being ensconced in her position for three weeks.

  But he was robbing the company blind and she refused to be party to the thefts with silence. She grabbed her umbrella as there was a seventy percent chance of rain and a slung her purse over one shoulder, it was time to see the world at street level during daylight.