HOT as F*CK

by Scott Hildreth

  Guilt followed.

  Was this spur of the moment decision on my part selfish?

  I wondered.

  Until, with his eyes fixed on me, he reached to unbuckle his belt.

  Now that he was abiding with my wishes to disrobe, I couldn’t get undressed quick enough. I kicked my jeans across the room.

  The panties were next. I fumbled to get them removed while my eyes were glued to his nether regions. In anticipation of the big release, I didn’t want to divert my eyes, even for a second. I lifted one foot, stumbled a few steps, and almost fell.

  Frustrated, and certain I was headed for doom, I steadied myself against the arm of the couch and looked down.

  I carefully pulled the dainty fabric free from one ankle, and then the other. Embarrassed by my nearly disastrous tumble, I tossed the panties aside and looked up.

  Dear. God.

  He stood over me, completely naked.

  His chest was wide and muscular, and his abs were rippled as if chiseled from marble. The absence of bodyfat allowed a well-defined “V” to form at the base of his abdomen. Despite the muscular perfection of his well-proportioned body, the most amazing thing about him hung heavily between his legs.

  A perfectly shaped, thick, throbbing dick unlike anything I’d ever seen.

  If ever a cock could be gorgeous, his was.

  Still dressed in my shirt and bra, I decided being completely naked was no longer necessary. Dressed in my shirt and bra I could ride his cock, and that was all that mattered.

  My mouth salivated. I tingled. It was the all over kind of tingling that generally preceded me giggling like an idiot. My eyes shot up to meet his, paused, and then fell back to the object of my desire.

  And I giggled. Just a little bit.

  I felt his hands at my sides. I looked up. His eyes met mine and stopped me from giggling. I stood there, mesmerized, incapable of doing much of anything. I felt inexperienced and proceeding seemed complicated.

  He reached down, pulled my shirt over my head, and laid it on the back of the couch. Then, he leaned forward to reach around me and unbuckle my bra. While he fumbled with the clasp, the tip of his dick shaft tapped against my stomach

  It was all the invitation I needed.

  I reached between his legs and blindly searched.

  I felt my boobs rise and then fall. I saw my bra being flicked aside out of the corner of my eye.

  And then, contact.

  Holy crap. Holy effing crap.

  I wrapped my hand around it, or at least I tried.

  The giggling resurfaced.

  “Are you okay?”

  I began to stroke it gently, met his gaze, and nodded.

  “I uhhm.” I stroked it a few times, and couldn’t help but grin. “I. You can. You can do whatever you want with me. And I mean it. Whatever. You. Want. I uhhm. I love sex.”

  He smiled ever so slightly.

  I grinned an eager grin. “I just wanted to get that out there.”

  I wanted to make him happy. I planned to suck his cock, and hoped it would please him. I imagined seeing the look on his face as I took every inch that I was able into my mouth, carefully massaging his balls in my hand as I did so.

  Seeking his approval by my maintained eye contact, I would continue until he either asked me to stop, or I brought him to orgasm.

  But.

  I didn’t get the chance.

  “Good to know,” he said.

  He lifted me from my feet.

  Oh God.

  He held me against him, skin-to-skin, and kissed me deeply. All the while, my feet dangled two feet over the floor beneath me. I felt weightless, small, dainty, and yet, protected.

  I returned his kiss without reservation or pause. Hungrily, I devoured his lips and searched his naked body with my hands. I pressed my palms against the muscles of his back, along his shoulders, and then found his muscular arms.

  Oh God.

  The kiss lasted just long enough to make me anxious, but not so long that I wanted it to end.

  Nonetheless, our lips parted.

  He lowered me to the floor.

  “Bend over the couch,” he said, more asking than telling.

  I wanted him to put on a condom.

  “But--”

  “Just do it,” he said. “Lean over.”

  With slight reluctance, I complied. His hands gripped my waist, but it felt odd. His thumbs were pressed into the divots at my hips, and his fingers were along the small of my back.

  The exact opposite of what I was expecting.

  And then.

  Whoosh!

  I was airborne again.

  Now upside-down, with my chest against his stomach, his cock bouncing heavily in front of me. I struggled to get my bearings. His thumbs tickled my hips. My lower thighs rested against his shoulders.

  He inserted a finger.

  Holy crap that feels good.

  With precision, he worked it in and out of my wet folds.

  I closed my eyes and exhaled everything that my lungs had in them. He repositioned his feet, spreading his stance slightly, and when he did, his cock slapped against my cheek.

  In all the excitement of having his finger inside of me, I’d somehow forgotten it was there.

  I wrapped my mouth around the tip, circled it with my tongue, and…

  Dear God.

  Holy…

  He shoved his tongue inside of me.

  With one forearm draped over my waist, he held me in place. He buried his face further between my thighs, and his tongue soon followed suit, going even deeper into my eager pussy.

  He began to tongue me into a frenzy.

  In appreciation – or, quite possibly, retaliation – I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck it with fervor. His hips bucked wildly against my face, testing my limits with each stroke.

  His well-timed rhythmic strokes against me were met by my eager mouth forcing itself further and further down the thick shaft. Engulfing it entirely would be impossible, but he needed to know I wanted every inch I could handle.

  He added a finger, and then another. The only fingers that had been down there in years had been mine, and having his talented hands touch me was almost too much.

  I released his cock from my mouth and arched my back. I didn’t want to, I had to.

  “Oh God!” I wailed. “What. Are. You. Doing. To. Me?”

  His tongue flicked against my clit while his fingers continued to work their magic. Quickly, my excitement peaked, leaving me aching to release.

  I closed my eyes and blindly reached for his cock. Upon finding it, I stroked it passionately, feverously, and with all the ability of a mindless idiot.

  My mind was failing me. Focusing on any one thing – other than the impending orgasm – was impossible.

  I stroked his dick, nonetheless. Sometimes quickly, sometimes almost not at all. He, on the other hand, never faltered. Predictably, his tongue circled my clit, penetrated me, circled my clit again, and then licked my entire opening. Over and over, the process continued.

  All the while, his fingers slid in and out.

  I closed my eyes tight and attempted to focus on climaxing. It was coming. The tension built. I began to tingle. His tongue circled my clit, went in deep, circled my clit again, and then licked…

  “Oh…fuuuuuck!” I wailed.

  My muscles tensed, relaxed, and then tensed again. I burst inside, releasing a thousand electric shock waves through my body. Immediately following, I erupted into another shallow orgasm, sending a tingling sensation from my clit to my nipples.

  He continued his pattern of sucking, licking and fingering.

  And, I continued to come.

  Repeatedly.

  Eventually, I fell limp.

  He lowered me to the couch.

  I laid there, staring at his God-like body and didn’t move. At some point, my eyes fell closed. Some time passed. Maybe a little, maybe a lot. I opened my eyes and looked up.

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sp; Looming over me naked, he smiled. “You said fuck.”

  “I did not.”

  “Yes, you did.”

  I tried to recall doing so, but fell short. “Did I?”

  “Right before you came.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He shrugged one shoulder. “I thought it was cute.”

  “I need a minute,” I said. “Then we can get started again.”

  He looked at his watch and then at me. “Not for an hour and six minutes.”

  I blinked my eyes and sat up. In my post orgasm state of being, I thought he said not for an hour and six minutes.

  I wrinkled my nose and stared. “Huh? It sounded like you said not for an hour or something.”

  He nodded. “I told myself no sex on the first date, and the first date ends at midnight. At least that’s what I’m thinking. Technically, a minute after midnight is tomorrow. Right?”

  He was adorable.

  But, the time had come for me to make a point, and make it clear.

  I grinned. “It’s midnight somewhere, motherfucker.”

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Pee Bee

  I sat at the end of the couch, stark naked, while Tegan stroked my cock. On the end table, beside me, a condom lay in wait.

  Our clothes littered the floor where we had left them from earlier in the night.

  “What time is it now?” she asked.

  My eyes were darting back and forth between my watch and her bouncing tits. She’d come up with her own rule, which included me keeping my hands off her until midnight.

  Part of the ridiculous agreement was that she would be allowed to stroke my cock, and as much as I was enjoying it initially, she was now driving me insane.

  She’d stroke me until I’d damned near get off, then stop. After waiting five minutes or so, she’d begin the process again, long-stroking me until I was on the cusp of blowing my nut.

  And, she’d stop.

  “11:54,” I said.

  “Six minutes, huh?”

  I looked at my watch. “Five minutes, thirty-four seconds. As of now.”

  She stroked it from my nuts to the tip, grinning the entire time. “Tell me when we’re down to about twenty seconds or so.”

  I closed my eyes and nodded.

  I knew one thing. When the time came for me to finally come, it was going to be nothing short of a masterpiece.

  She continued her torture. In no time, I felt my scrotum tighten. I sat still and consciously tried to control my breathing, hoping she would be none the wiser.

  The stroking stopped.

  Motherfucker.

  I glared at her, and then looked at my watch.

  11:59:12

  Thank fucking God.

  “We’ve got forty-eight seconds.”

  She continued the cock-stroking punishment. “Reach over there and get that condom.”

  I grabbed it, bit into the edge of the foil wrapper, and ripped it open.

  She stroked it a few times for good measure, and then released her grasp. “Put it on.”

  I stretched the condom over the tip of my dick, rolled it down the length of the shaft, and then turned toward her.

  She stood, slid her hand between her legs, and then raised a glistening finger. “My pussy is soaked.”

  “Serves you right.”

  Standing in front of me fully naked, she grinned a mischievous grin. “Don’t do anything until I tell you to.”

  Wonder filled me. “Okay.”

  She positioned herself in front of me with her back facing me, and then spread her feet to shoulder width. Slowly, she leaned forward until her forehead was almost touching the floor in front of her and her hands were flat on the carpet.

  Her wet pussy was right in front of me, pointing straight up in the air.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  I peered between her legs and made eye contact with her overturned eyes. The best I could, anyway. “Is that some karate shit?”

  “Yoga. It’s called downward dog.”

  “What now?”

  “Stand up,” she said.

  I did.

  “Slowly. Slide it in. Slow. Leee.”

  With my cock clenched tight in my fist, I stood. After spreading my legs wide, I guided myself between her legs.

  As soon as the tip penetrated her, all the air rushed from my lungs. It sounded like someone punched me in the gut.

  Her pussy was…different.

  “You alright?” she asked.

  “Yeah. I’ll be just fuckin’ fine,” I said sarcastically. “I’m a big boy.”

  “I’m waiting,” she said. “Patiently.”

  “You said go slowly. I’m going slowly.”

  “You’re going at a snail’s pace. Just give it to me,” she said. “All of it.”

  You asked for it.

  I leaned back, gazed down at her perfectly round ass, and slowly pushed my hips forward until my cock disappeared.

  It felt heavenly. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

  Her pussy clenched my shaft like nothing I had ever experienced. Convinced there was no way that it felt as good as I thought it did, I pulled out until the head was exposed, and then pushed myself back in balls-deep.

  Oh. My. Fucking. God.

  I closed my eyes.

  “Everything alright?”

  “God damn it.” I opened my eyes. “Stop checking on me. I’m doin’ just fine.”

  “You’re hit and miss,” she said. “In. Try to catch your breath. Out. Wait. In. Wait. Out. In. Wait. Just give it to me, would you?”

  Her attitude was part of the reason I was attracted to her. But her shit-talking during sex was going to have to stop. When it came to sex, I was the conductor of the train, and she needed to realize it.

  “I’m driving this fuckin’ train, and don’t you fuckin’ forget it,” I growled. “I’ll fuck you senseless. Just remember, you asked for it.”

  I gripped her hips in my hands, took a deep breath, and began the onslaught of sexual punishment.

  In and out I pounded, my hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. I was giving her every inch of cock I owned, and giving it to her good. As far as I was concerned, I’d fuck her all the way across the living room floor just to teach her a lesson.

  A grunt shot from her lungs each time I pounded my length into her. It was satisfying to hear her discomfort. I was finally getting a little get back for the bike, and the day she kicked my ass on the porch. In sexual bliss, I closed my eyes, clenched my jaw, and…

  No.

  No.

  Nooooo!

  I arched my back, let out a cry, and had the orgasm of a lifetime.

  Frustrated with my performance, or lack thereof, I let out a sigh.

  “Everything alright up there?”

  I opened my eyes. “Fuck you.”

  “Catching your breath?”

  “Fuck you, Tegan.”

  “What happened? You pull a muscle or something?”

  “I came,” I said, my response faint.

  Still bent over, she cocked her head to the side and met my gaze. “Huh?”

  “I came,” I said, this time even more faint.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “I came,” I shouted.

  “What time is it?”

  I glanced at my watch and responded before I realized what she was doing. “12:04.”

  “Wow,” she said. “Impressive. Maybe with a little practice, you’ll be able to last five minutes. At least this gives us a benchmark.”

  I slipped my flaccid cock from inside of her, and flopped down on the couch cushion, embarrassed.

  She stood from her downward dog position and turned to face me. Her mouth twisted into a smirk. “You might have been driving the train,” she said. “But you ran out of gas before you made it to the destination.”

  “Just wait ‘till next time,” I said. “I’ll make up for it.”

  “Oh, there’s going to be a ne
xt time?”

  I nodded. “I hope so.”

  “Good,” she said with a laugh. “Be sure to bring you’re “A” game. Because you’re going to need it.”

  Chapter Sixty

  Tegan

  He lifted a letter from his rack, paused, and then put it back in place. “Can’t decide what to do.”

  “Just spell something,” I said.

  He shook his head. “Score’s too close. I can’t have you win one, kid. I’m trying to be strategic.”

  I pointed at his rack of letters. “Just play something.”

  “That’s the problem with your generation,” he said. “Always in a hurry. It’s all wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.”

  I thought of Brad and I having sex, and laughed to myself.

  “If I win, it’ll be the first time,” I said.

  “I’m not looking to boost your ego. At least not yet.” He lifted the letters from his rack, shook them in his hand, and grinned. “Can’t believe I missed this. It was right there in front of me. Gimme the word score, doubled, plus fifty on this fucker.”

  I watched as he placed all of his tiles on the board. He laid the I-M before an existing B, and then E-C-I-L-E.

  “Imbecile. Just like the circus clown,” he said. “Fourteen, plus double word, plus fifty. Seventy-eight.”

  I didn’t like hearing him say those things. Not at all.

  “Don’t call him that,” I said flatly.

  He reached into the bag of tiles, and then looked up. “Call who what?”

  “Brad. An imbecile,” I said. “Or a circus clown. It’s not nice. And, he’s neither.”

  “He’s Brad now, huh?” He tilted his head to the side. “Hell, I almost forgot. How’d the date go?”

  I wrote down his score and then smiled at the thought of our night together. “Good.”

  “Where’d he take you?”

  “We went to eat. Then we just sat around and laughed and stuff.”

  “What’d you eat?”

  “Burgers.”

  He chuckled. “He took you on a date, and you had burgers?”

  “I picked the place. Well, kind of. We agreed.”

  He shot me a look. “Out of all of the shit to eat along the coast, you picked burgers?”

  “Well, we walked from my apartment. There weren’t a lot of choices.”

  He pushed his letters aside. “You walked?”