My heart tightened. I ignored it. After tonight, I would not see the guy again. That was the whole point of this. I could fuck him any way I wanted, and nobody would know it. I wouldn’t have to confront what I had done the next day.
I surprised myself by leaning forward and kissing him. It was a weird habit of mine, but I always avoided kissing the fuck-boys I came across. A fuck I could manage every night and feel detached. A kiss was different.
Not only did I press my lips to his, breaking my rule of a one-night stand, but I pulled him over to my seat to straddle me. Uncomfortable as it might have been with the little space, and his leg jammed against the door, we endured it for the sake of the kiss. When something felt that good, his tongue stroking mine, fuck all discomfort.
I hadn’t kissed a soul in the two whole years since Jackson broke my heart. I devoured Mac’s lips, kissing him over and over. I didn’t know before then how much I needed, no hungered for that kiss. The taste of my release flooded my mouth but mingled with a hint of beer from earlier at the bar, and something else that was all him.
I clutched his face between my hands and slanted my mouth over his. I sucked on his plump bottom lip, moaning in his mouth. Fuck, I was screwed. It should be criminal to be able to kiss the way he did.
Chapter Three
“Last chance to back out,” I warned him as I unlocked the hotel room.
“You’re the one chickening out, aren’t you?” he teased with a lazy grin.
I didn’t answer because there was some truth to his words. I was already regretting kissing him, but I still couldn’t resist. Since I’d tasted him, I wanted to kiss him again. Again. And then some more.
Just a weekend fuck, I reminded myself.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside, expecting him to follow. He closed the door at the same time I reached for the light switch and flicked it on. Before I could turn, he was behind me, arms wrapped around my waist and his mouth on my neck. I had been aware of the hard outline of his cock before, but now I felt it flush against my ass. He wasn’t kidding that what he packed wasn’t anything to scoff at either.
“I’ve a question,” he said, licking the shell of my ear.
“What is it?” I growled as he ground his front flush against my hard ass.
“I know you’re a natural top,” he remarked, “and that’s fine by me. My question is, do I also get a turn fucking your ass at some point?”
“With the right guy I can be a power bottom,” I answered, emphasizing the word 'power'. It went along with my nature. I’d always been in control since I was little. I’d picked up the slack of my mother and helped my younger brother Paulie. I’d led a series of committees all my life, and now I was at an all-time high of my career as the Captain of our division.
Pushing back, I eased him off me. I turned to him and nodded toward a closed door. “Let’s hit the shower.”
He frowned at me in disbelief and glanced at the bed. “A shower?”
I nodded and quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah. I have the intention of tasting every inch of you tonight. Not knowing where you’ve been before the club, a shower it is.”
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he huffed a little. “For your information, I regularly take a shower. Plus, I didn’t see you offering to take a shower before I sucked your dick. And swallowed!”
I shrugged. “But I would have if you had asked. You just didn’t.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he struggled to speak. “I know how this looks, me going off with you when I know nothing about you, but don’t make me feel like a two-bit fucked-out whore.”
Fuck. He really was upset. The flush in his face and the heat in his eyes this time were not due to our desire for each other. If I didn’t make this right he would walk out the door any minute now, and I would forever wonder what would sex between us be like. None of the other guys I’d asked to take a shower before had complained. They had been eager to get it done so we could start the horizontal tango fest.
“I’m sorry if that’s the way it came across,” I told him, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him toward me so our cocks bumped. “I’d love it if you would take a shower with me.”
He still looked a little disgruntled, but he nodded, and I sighed in relief. I reached for the hem of my shirt and stripped it off. He watched me hungrily but reached for his own shirt as well. We stripped completely, and I nodded, pleased at his dick. My ass clenched, and I knew what it meant. I wanted him back there just as much as I wanted to fuck his ass.
Without a word, I led him to the shower and adjusted the temperature of the faucet. The shower was just big enough to fit both our big frames.
“Why don’t you make sure I’m clean enough,” he said, indicating he was still upset about earlier. He didn’t need to be upset. If he knew me, he would understand not to be offended as I tried to keep everything as clean as possible. My brother, Paulie called me a neat freak.
“You said you’ve never been to the club,” I told him, reaching for the soap and a washcloth. I lathered it and started on his body, temporarily distracted by his hardness. I passed the washcloth over his nipples, and he sucked in a deep breath.
“What about it?” he asked in a strangled voice, reminding me that I had been speaking to him.
“I have been to more than enough in my lifetime,” I picked up. “And you learn a few things having been around the block. I’ve seen things I wished I hadn’t seen. Just in case you do pick someone up from the bar in the future, do insist on a shower. It’s not meant to be rude, but you’d rather not encounter any surprises.”
“Hmm, isn’t that a bit hypocri-” he gasped as I took his cock and washed with my soapy hand, rubbing up and down the same way he had done to me in the car. “Hypocritical since you had no problem with me sucking your dick without a shower?” he ended in a rush.
I released his cock and aimed for his balls to wash them just as thoroughly. “It might seem that way to you, but I make a habit of showering before I go to the club, especially when I know I won’t be returning home alone.”
“You knew you were returning with someone?” he asked, his tone crestfallen. “So, if not me, it would have been someone else then?”
“Yes,” I answered honestly. “You touched me, and when I saw you, I knew it would be you. Now turn around and brace on the wall.”
“Huh?” He glanced at me in confusion. Sometimes he sounded so damn innocent. I wondered just how experienced he was.
“You said you weren’t a virgin,” I reminded him. “Have there been many guys?”
There went that flush again. He ducked his head in an adorable way that bothered me. I shouldn’t be noticing anything adorable about him. “Just a few.”
“Like how many?” I didn’t even know why I was asking all these questions. I never did ask any other guy about how many guys they had fucked before. Not even my ex-boyfriend. Whatever a guy presented to me, I counted it my blessing for the night and said thanks the morning after.
“Sheesh, is that really necessary?” he asked, finally turning and bracing against the wall so he didn’t have to look at me.
“Just wondering if you’re accustomed to this or if I’ll have to go slow.” That seemed like a plausible reason even if not entirely truthful. “You give wonderful head,” I complimented him for earlier. “Experienced, but I get the feeling you’re not so much.”
I washed his back then passed the washcloth over the swell of his ass which was as full as I’d hoped for. I dipped the washcloth into his crack, and he sucked in a deep breath.
“You don’t have to go slow,” he replied. “I can take it.”
Nice. I passed the rag between his cheeks once more, then abandoned it to use my fingers. I soaped them and with my other hand pressing his left cheek apart. I slipped two fingers into his crack. I teased his tight pucker with my thumb before pushing the tip inside. He was tight, and my cock jerked in excitement.
“Fuck!” he exploded, and
his ass tightened.
“You like that, huh big guy?”
“What’s not to like?” He leaned forward even more and spread his legs. He was so eager to please. I liked that. I pushed my thumb deeper inside his hole and twirled from side to side. I repeated the motion, cleaning his body while teasing him.
Leaning forward, I kissed his back while slowly working my thumb finger in and out of his hole. He pressed back into me, moving his ass in rhythm to my finger.
“Enough,” he growled and pulled away. My finger slipped out, and he turned toward me. “Now it’s your turn.”
I slapped the washcloth in his chest lest he thought I would argue. “No problem. Go for it.”
I stood still and allowed him to wash my body. His hands touching my flesh affected me way more than I revealed. I guarded my emotions, not wanting him to discern what he was doing to me. That was the difference between us, in terms of our experience. I was pretty sure he was feeling just the same way I did, yet he didn’t know how deep my passion ran. I could tell from his breathing, the way his back arched, and the trembling of his body that he was just about ready to throw away the washcloth and ask me to fuck him already.
He stopped when he reached my ass and dropped the washcloth. “This is torture,” he argued. “When you really want to proceed with tonight, I’ll be on the bed waiting.”
He emerged from the shower, snagging a towel on his way out of the bathroom. I expelled a loud breath after he left and groaned. Not wanting him to leave without me taking care of the hard on that was beginning to make itself apparent again, I raced to finish my shower.
Chapter Four
“I think I should go.”
I stared at Mac in confusion as he placed one leg into his jeans. I felt an alarm spear through me that he would leave, and I would never know. I wanted to know what it felt like to be inside him. Yet, I didn’t like the extra sensations that came with this guy. What was it about him that made me feel bad for the hurt look in his eyes? I felt like I’d kicked a puppy. It was so obvious he wasn’t used to this, and I probably had just made him feel worse. I should have been more sensitive since I had already guessed I was working with a novice.
“Don’t go,” I told him, walking over to place my hand over his to stall him getting dressed.
“Why should I stay?” he asked, still not looking at me. “This was a mistake. I should have known I wasn’t cut out for this. It’s just that the day after tomorrow is such an important day for me, and I could use the distraction.”
“Then let me be that distraction.” I slid my hand up his arm and behind his neck to cup the back of his head. Just like that, his eyes became heavy with desire. He wasn’t going anywhere if I had anything to say about it. “Let me treat you the way you did me in the truck. Take off the jeans, Mac.”
The jeans fell to the floor, and he kicked it off. I tugged his head back and claimed his lips. I watched his lashes lower, covering the fire burning in his eyes before I lowered mine and lost myself in the intoxicating dew of his lips. I was still slightly damp from the shower, and my hands left wet trails where I squeezed and caressed his muscles. At the deep moan rumbling from inside his chest, I devoured his lips some more. The hunger inside me to get something from him that I couldn’t explain left me dissatisfied from the kiss. I wanted more and more. It terrified me at the same time it held me captive against him.
I needed to feel in control once more and not like this stranger was manipulating me to feel things I didn’t want to. I ran my hands down his broad back, past the gentle curve of his spine to the swell of his ass. I cupped the round mounds and squeezed, his ass clenching hard before relaxing.
“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed, tearing away his lips from mine and panting against me.
I kissed his neck and down his chest to claim his right nipple in my mouth. He groaned, his hand resting on my shoulder. He squeezed me as his nipple hardened in my mouth. I curled my tongue over the tight bud, flicking it before giving the same treatment to the other. By the time I kissed a line down his six-pack and grasped his hard cock in my hand, he was panting.
“Sit,” I instructed him because his legs were shaking so hard they seemed about to give out any minute. I felt lightheaded that I could turn this big strong man into mush.
No sooner had his ass hit the bed than his dick was in my mouth. On my knees before him, I deepthroated him, three swift strokes before a longer much slower one. He hissed and leaned back on his elbows while raising his head to watch my lips work up and down his shaft. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to trap his moans which didn’t work. I was intent on working him to the edge. When I tasted his precum I knew I was getting there.
I rested my hands on either side of his hips, sucking his dick from the tip all the way down to the base, my forehead hitting his stomach. He finally collapsed onto his back, his hands at his side clutching mine. Each time I deepthroated him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my tonsils, he squeezed my hands hard. He released my right hand and with a gasp, clutched the back of my head, thrusting his hips upward. I released his other hand so I could run both up his hard body while my mouth still worked languidly on his dick. He raised his head, his mouth open on breathy pants and repeated ‘fucks’ as I found his nipples and tweaked them between my thumbs and forefingers. His hips jerked before settling back onto the bed.
Satisfied that I had him in the right position- fucked in the head from my administrations of his cock, I climbed up his body, lying on him and kissing as I went. Holding his hands above his body, I kissed his nipples, his armpits and his neck, before kissing him for what felt like the hundredth time that night. His legs rubbed against mine, wrapping loosely around my hips while his cock poked me in the stomach.
“Turn over,” I told him and helped him to get onto his stomach. I hadn’t been joking when I told him I wanted to taste all of him tonight. Maybe now he would appreciate why I had insisted that we showered.
He lay on his stomach with his feet spread apart. I lay between his thighs and reached for my goal, squeezing his cheeks, hard.
“Oooh,” he moaned, his hands clutching the bedsheets on either side of his head. "That feels so fucking good."
Grasping his thighs, I pulled him toward me and spread his ass cheeks. Pushing the globes apart, I dipped my head and tasted him.
“Fuck!” he grunted and twisted his head to glance back at me. He reached behind him to spread his cheeks while I lathered him with my tongue. His tiny hole was like a little dot, waiting to be explored by my tongue. I fingered his opening, rubbing my fingers over the ribbed edges before dipping my head again to lick him.
He writhed beneath me, and I aimed a slap at his ass to get him to settle down. I wasn’t nearly finished with him yet.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I growled at him when he’d shifted too far up the bed. I pulled him back toward me and clutched his thighs this time to keep him firmly in place. “Spread ‘em.”
When he didn’t react fast enough, I slapped his ass again, my cock damn near leaking precum at the way his ass shook and reddened. A deep possessive feeling swept through me out of nowhere and sent a shiver down my spine. I ignored it and what it meant. My only aim here tonight was to bring us both to a climax we would not forget for some time to come. I’d never cared before if I rocked my partner’s mind, but I wanted Mac to leave here with my memory stuck in his head.
I treated his ass to a deep tongue-fucking that had him squirming, panting, and swearing. I included my finger in the mix, coating my index and middle finger with saliva which I used to penetrate his tight, resisting asshole. I pushed deeper against the force trying to expel my fingers. If my fingers didn’t fit, there was no way my cock would.
“Easy there,” I soothed him while he clutched the back of his head and grunted from the intrusion. I left him momentarily to remove lube and a condom from on top of the bedside table where I had placed it earlier today. Returning to him, I worked my f
ingers into his body slowly, twisting and turning to loosen him up. I prepared him as best as I could until my fingers glided inside him without much resistance.
I kissed his back while I rubbed a generous amount of lube over my condom-sheathed cock. Pulling him closer to the edge of the bed so his feet dangled off the edge, I stood on the floor. He raised onto his knees so his back was vertical to my stomach. He twisted his head, seeking my lips, and I kissed him while I guided my cock between his cheeks.
“Fuuuuuck,” he grunted as I pushed, and the head of my cock popped inside his ass.
“Oh shit!” I remarked, holding him tight against me because he felt so fucking good, better than I would have imagined.
I pressed my hands into his back for him to lower his torso to the bed. He complied, his stomach flush against the bed while his ass protruded in the air. I placed one foot onto the bed just outside his left leg and guided my cock deeper into his hole. He grabbed onto the bedsheet, his head thrashing forward into the bed.
I didn't want to come just yet, so I patiently worked my hips in small circular thrusts, getting his body used to the girth of my cock. The velvety softness of his rosebud clamped around my cock and clung in a way that brought me tortured pleasure.
“Fuck me!” he grunted at me, his body craving more as he thrashed his ass back.
That was all I needed to hear. Prying his cheeks apart, I pressed my cock deep inside his body, feeding him every inch. His body flattened onto the bed, and he shouted another profanity.
“You like that dick, don’t you?” I grunted, pressing my hands into his back to keep him in that position, lying flat on the bed. With my legs bracketing his, I lay on him, giving him all my weight, my hands gripping his shoulders. I kissed his ear, his cheek, his back, whispering to him how good my cock felt in his ass. I was surprised at myself, not usually one who vocalized much in the bedroom.
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