He suddenly bites my lip and pulls back, staring at me with a smile.
“Not so fast,” he says as he steps back and stares at me. “This is going to take a while, and I don’t need my boys arriving at this party early.”
I grin at him. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
“Scared? Not really. Let’s just say I want to make a good first impression.” He nudges his head at my dress. “I have half a mind to rip that off you. How attached are you to it?”
I cock a brow at him. “Very much attached. Took me hours to get this one. Besides, I don’t see why guys think it’s that easy to rip a dress apart. That only happens in cheesy movies.”
“Do you want to test that theory?”
I stare at his muscles and then think of the delicate edges of my pretty dress and decide not.
“Thought as much. So how about you take it off yourself? Wait,” he stops me when I move to reach the zip at the back of the dress. He leans against the back of the couch and folds his hands over his chest. “How about you do it slow and steady? You know, like I was a gentleman in a club, and you’re trying to get me to empty my pocket?”
“So, I’m your stripper now?” I ask, my hand cocked on my hip.
“No.” His gaze suddenly goes dark, his voice deep as he stares at me with a look that is so blatantly sexual it makes my mouth go dry. “For this night, you’re whatever I want you to be. Whatever . . .”
That should not arouse me as much as it does. For the first time, I have to admit to myself that he is very unlike every man I’ve ever met before. For one, this is not my first time having a one-night stand, and it’s very rare for one-night stands to take this long before we’re both naked and doing it. Hell, I’ve had one-night stands that didn’t last this long. Already, this is turning out to be my best one-night stand. I raise my hand and slowly glide it down my body, giving him a smile that promises him every fantasy he’s ever dreamed of and some. I don’t need to check to see if it’s working. I perfected that smile on a stage in front of millions of fans, and it’s never failed me. I keep my eyes on his as I glide my hands over my body, slowly cupping my breasts and thrusting them out at him. I hear his breathing go harsh and smile inside. Through my dress, I circle my nipples with my thumb, slowly rocking back and forth. I’m going to make him beg me to take this dress off. I’m going to make him speed this along. One hand still cupping my breast, the other hand travels down to pick the hem of my dress and slowly pull it up until it’s right around my hip. I turn and slowly push that hem between my legs, so I have one leg naked and the other covered. I rock against the hand between my thighs and keep on thumbing at my nipples through my dress. I see his hips make a small jerking motion. I’m surprised when he pushes his legs farther apart, his gaze on me. He has a bored expression on his face, and that is both infuriating and erotic at the same time. Even my hands between my legs is getting me excited. I’ve never been this excited by my touch, and soon, my thrusting motions are not purely to arouse him.
“Take as long as you need,” he drawls, his voice seeming to get ever deeper. I know it’s because he’s getting more aroused. It doesn’t stop the effect it’s having on me. “Do whatever you want to do. Just know that the first time you come, it will be with my head between your legs. When it happens, you’re going to be naked. And Kate, you come any other way, and you and I are going to have problems.”
“What are you going to do?” I want to ask him.
I’m busy trying to get my dress off because I now want his head between my legs. I reach for the zip behind my dress and pull it down. Then pull it over my head as I drop it to the side. I hear him catch his breath as he stares at what I have on under the dress. Pink lace bra and thong, complete with sheer stockings.
“Boy, you did not come to play.” His voice has gone from deep to tortured. Still, he doesn’t stand from the couch or make any moves to come closer to me. He just sits there, legs spread with his erection straining against his zipper. “Take it all off.”
“No.” I’m as surprised by my refusal as he appears to be, but I don’t take it back. “I took off one of mine. Now take off one of yours.”
“You think this is a game, don’t you?”
“Isn’t it?” I ask, pushing my hands between my legs and slowly rubbing. I pull it back up wet and dripping. Then as I hold his eyes, I slowly thrust that finger into my mouth and suck.
He rises to his feet and stares at me. “Wrong move, Kitty.” He moves toward me, stalking me like a jungle cat. “See, you just took what was mine and put it into your mouth without my permission. Wrong move. If I didn’t want to fuck you so bad, I’d bend you over this couch and spank you.”
I roll my eyes at him. “All talk, no—”
“Finish that word, and the first time you cry this night won’t be because I have my tongue between your legs.” He finally gets to me and stares down at me. “Still, something tells me you’d enjoy that as well.”
Before I can say anything, he whips off his shirt and drops it to the side. I have a moment to admire the broad expanse of his chest before he crushes me to his body, his thighs thrusting into me as he kisses me long, deep, and hard. I hear a small click before my bra falls off. Feel the cold kiss of air on my nipple before one of his hands closes over it, and he begins to rub. And just while my brain is scrambling to process all of that, his hand pushes between my thighs to stroke me over my panties.
I’m going to come. I swear, I’m going to. Right before he leans over and whispers into my ear, “Remember the plan, honey? You don’t come unless it’s with my tongue licking at your cunt. Question is, do you think you can last that long?”
It’s a challenge. I hate that I’ve never learned to back down from a challenge even when to do so will be for my own good. Like now. I can ignore him and just let go, experience the orgasm I feel battering down at my gate. But no, I stiffen my spine and refuse to lose. I moan low when I feel his thumb circle my pebbled nipple, whimper when he forms a V with his fingers and strokes my folds between them, and almost lose it when he leans down and sucks on my neck. He’s good. I have to admit that. He’s very good. His self-control also seems to be made of steel. Because while I moan and whimper, he’s not completely unaffected. His breath grows harsh and there’s no way I can miss his cock pushing against my thighs.
It’s hard to tell how long we stand there, his hands on my breast, between my legs, and me straining to hold back an orgasm that’s now starting to feel more like torture than pleasure. All I know is that I can’t take it anymore, and soon, I start to ride his hand, and that’s when he begins to play the chicken game, giving me just enough to keep me high but never enough to tip me over. Just enough to drive me crazy. I twist and writhe, pushing into his hand and hope to get something more. But the lace that separates his hand from my dripping clit now seems like a twelve-inch bar of metal. Unable to take it anymore, I reach for his hand and grab it, ready to force it past and through.
“What do you want?” he whispers in my ear, his hand going still.
“I want to come,” I reply in a shaky voice.
“What’s the magic word?” he asks, his voice smug.
I’m way past caring. “Please,” I beg unashamedly. “I want to come.”
“Good Kitty,” he replies as he swings me on his arm and carries me to the couch.
He lays me down and then places his body over mine, his eyes looking into me as he begins to kiss me again. I kiss him back and reach down to put his hand between my legs. I need to feel him there again. He obliges me, stroking still above my panties as his hand slowly works around the edge, but not close enough to where I want him to be.
“God, you’re dripping.”
“And whose fault is that?” I retort, both squirming as I slowly rock into his hand.
“You feel that?” he asks, his hand pulling at the gusset of my panties. “I bet if I made you sit above my head, I could make you drip into my mouth.”
That
image has me so aroused. I’m ready to push him to the floor and test that theory out. Me riding his face to orgasm.
“Please,” I plead, unable to take his teasing anymore. “I can’t hold it . . .” I blindly fumble between my legs. “Please, make me come.”
“How Kitty?” he asks, his voice dark and sexy. “How do you want me to make you come?”
I’ m way past being modest. Not that I was ever modest to begin with. But I know what he’s doing. He’s making me beg. Asserting his dominance. I’m way past caring about that too. If anything, it’s part of the reason why I’m going crazy. I prayed for a man who knew to take in charge in bed, and now that I found one, he’s threatening to drive me crazy with pleasure.
“I want you to put your mouth between my legs. Make me come with your tongue . . . Please,” I add, so he won’t waste another second asking me to do that.
“With pleasure,” he replies.
He slowly kisses his was down my body, his hand still working between my legs as he tortures me more. I whimper and writhe on the couch, promising myself that the next time I pray for a miracle I’ll make sure to be explicit enough. Then I feel the heat of his breath right above my panties, right before he leans down and takes my clit into his mouth.
I explode. It’s the only way I can describe it. Like he’s detonated a dynamite of pleasure, starting right from the spot his tongue made contact with my clit until it envelopes my whole body, redefining what I used to think pleasure was and showing me that he’s right in making me work this hard for it. For this sensation, I’d climb Everest on bare hands.
I’m slowly coming down from a high I’ve never, ever felt before when I look down to find Jake staring at me. He looks so smug I want to punch him.
“That was a momentary loss in concentration,” I say to him, determined not to give him the satisfaction again.
I’m surprised when he just lowers his head, pulls my panties to the side, and pushes his tongue inside me. I open my mouth to say something and moan instead. My hand reaches down and clutches at his hair even as I feel my legs buck beneath me. Jesus, the man is going to kill me. He grips my thigh for leverage as he sucks at my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit as his lips frame my lips. I fist my hand into the lock of his hair as I jerk against his mouth. Almost unbelievably, especially since I just had one, I begin to feel another orgasm build. His hands part my legs when I try to close them, his tongue working me in ways I never knew it could. Fuck, he gives head better than some people use their cock. I suddenly want to ask if he does this for a living. I bet he’d make more money doing this than he would working in that club. I’d pay him more money for this than he made in that club.
He replaces his mouth with his fingers and lifts his head to look at me, lips wet with my juice.
“I want to watch you come this time,” he says, his gaze intense as he stares at me.
“You’re . . .” I grab the couch and feel my back leave the cushion, as his fingers ease up the narrow slit of my pussy, gliding over folds dripping with my arousal. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Can’t think of a better way to die.” His thumb brushes over my clit, slowly encircling it as he pushes two fingers inside me and begins to thrust. “You wait until I say you can.”
I don’t need to ask what he means. I bite at my lips, my hand slipping into my hair as my hips rise to meet his every thrust. I hold his eyes, both of us staring at each other. If this is how one-night stands go, then I’ve been doing it wrong all my life.
“God, I can’t wait to do this with my cock,” he says with a tortured look that fans my pride.
“What are you waiting for then?”
“You to come,” he says.
He pushes his fingers deeper, stretching my pussy side to side and twisting and turning his hand either way. He curves his fingers and pulls, and I could swear I scream. Or maybe I whimper. He does that one more time, and the whole “wait until I say you can” will be a forgotten rule. His thrusts grow faster, and my pussy tightens around his finger as I buck against his digits.
“Please,” I plead, my whole body stretching like guitar strings. And he’s plucking me with the expertise of a maestro.
“Not yet,” he says and keeps on fucking me.
“Please,” I beg, wanting to come. Also not wanting to come before he says I can. “I’d do anything. Please, let me come. Please . . .”
“Say my name,” he replies, eyes on me. “Say my name when you beg.”
“Please Jake,” I say unashamedly. My toes are curled so hard I doubt there’s any blood in them. I’m panting, close to tears, and I’m squirming so hard only his body keeps us on the couch. I’m way past pride at this point. “Let me come.”
He snags my clit between two fingers from the inside, his thumb rubbing above it, and curves two more upward as he tugs and thrusts.
“Come for me, Kitty.”
The words barely leave his lips when I grab his hands and ride it to my orgasm, moaning low and long as my body shuddered over and over again.
I feel him climb my body and crawl up until he’s straddling me. I raise my head and kiss him. It’s a slow and tender kiss. I don’t care that this is a one-night stand. It’s one I won’t forget in a long time. He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his body as he carries us to the bed. It’s a short distance, and as he puts me down, I pull at his shoulders, still kissing him. I don’t want to say I’m in that moment acting on emotions. All I know is that I’ve felt more this night than I have in a long time.
He kisses me back, his hand slipping into my hair and tugging at it, not too hard. Just enough for me to know. He’s still the one in charge. I don’t mind that. I love it, actually. He lifts his head.
“Want to kiss you for as long as you want, Kitty. But I need to take care of myself now.”
I rise to my knees as I slide my hand down his pants until I cup his erection, slowly rubbing at it. Impatient, I unbutton his jeans and pull them off, throwing them on the floor. He’s wearing briefs, and I tug them down, delighted when his cock springs into my hand. I wrap my hand around him, marveling at the size of him. Suddenly, that cocky look he always wears seems justified. Unable to help myself, I stroke from the base of his cock to the head, my thumb rubbing at the slit. He jerks in my hand, and immediately, I pull back.
“You keep doing that, and you’ll be wiping me off your face.”
“I don’t mind,” I say, reaching for him again.
“Maybe. But that will have to wait.” He reaches for the bed stand, and I see a pack of condoms.
It’s open, and I ignore the slight feeling of jealousy I feel. I reach forward to take it from him and push him down on the bed as I straddle him.
“I’m taking over, buster.” I open the condom with my teeth and grab the base of his cock as I roll it on.
He grunts low in his throat when I use that opportunity to stroke him. Smiling, I position myself above him as I look into his eyes. Slowly, so I can get used to his girth, I ease the thick head of his erection into the swollen, dripping wet folds of my pussy. He groans when I settle down. I whimper as I lean forward and place my hands around his shoulder. Then I begin to ride him
“Fuck,” he grunts out as he grabs my hips and slowly begins to thrust up.
We work together, slowly increasing the pace until I have him on his back and lying flat on him, my ass bouncing. He suddenly turns so he’s now on top, and I’m looking up at him.
“Sorry, Kitty. But I gotta take over.”
I spread my thighs wide and lean up, watching as his cock pulses between my legs. The length of it is slick wet and as he begins to move. I stare, amazed at how I seem to devour him. I moan low when he pushes himself into me fully.
“Jake.” Pleasure begins to build inside me again. Like stacking brick on top of brick. A fast-growing structure that threatens to crush me under its weight. “Oh fuck, that’s good. Fuck me.”
I clamp around his cock, liking the sound of him growl
ing as he begins to thrust even faster and harder. Sweat glistens on our bodies, and every stroke is soon attended by a slapping sound that is all kinds of dirty and erotic. He’s groaning, his hips now moving quickly, his cock pulsing in and out of my pussy. Veins throb on his arms, and I wrap my fingers around his muscle as I hold onto him. Heat builds inside me.
“Please tell me you’re close,” he asks, for the first time looking like he’s begging for something.
I wish I could punish him the way he punished me. Hold my orgasm back. I can’t.
“Jake!” I cry out as I come for the third time that night, this one lesser in intensity than the last two but just as satisfying. Especially when I feel his cock begin to flex violently inside my pussy.
He slams forward, buries himself deep into me as he comes with a roar, his whole body trembling so violently I feel the aftershocks in my pussy. Finally, he falls against me, and I don’t mind having the heavy weight of his body on me. I wrap my hand around him, loving the feeling of our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. He pushes himself away and gets up from the bed to dispose the condom. When he comes back, he pulls me against him and curls himself into me.
“Give me a few minutes, and then we’re going to try that again.”
I smile as I lean into him. It’s nice hearing him try to be all macho. But I know I’ve wrung him dry just as he’s exhausted. There’s no way he’s recovering from that until after a few hours of sleep.
I’m shocked when a few minutes later I felt the nudge of his cock against my ass. And even more shocked when I manage to find the strength to reach around and wrap my hand around it.
Chapter 8
He isn’t in bed when I wake, and I sit up to look for him. I immediately see him in the kitchen. He has earbuds in, and so can’t hear me, and it seems he’s too focused on whatever he’s doing to notice I have woken. That means I’m free to ogle him to my heart’s content, and there’s a lot to ogle. He’s naked save for a pair of briefs, and the first thing I want to do is drag him back to bed and ravish him yet again. A twinge in my lower back tells me I might have to wait for some other time to do that. Then I realize I’m making plans as if we’re going to see each other again. This was a one-night stand, I think. To tell the truth, I can’t really be sure. It was supposed to be when Jane and I left the house yesterday. But one-night stands don’t have long conversations, make each other laugh, and stand up in the middle of the night to get me a glass of water between orgasm four and five. Or maybe they do. It’s been so long since I’ve done this, I’m not sure of the rules anymore.
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