Tokyo Tease

by Luna Zega

  I giggled and admitted, “Manzuri in the lady’s room.”

  “No.” His jaw dropped in surprise.

  “Yes.” I continued to stroke his cock, slowly, deliberately.

  “God, I wish I’d known. I would’ve joined you.”

  I leaned forward, licked his ear, and whispered, “We’re together now.”

  He turned his face toward me and our lips met. Electric. He dug his hand into my hair and kissed me so deeply he reached my soul. My nipples were so tight they ached. My pussy dripped. My palm flamed. I needed to feel his cock on my tongue.

  Kissing my way down the path Kentaro had taken my hand earlier, I knelt between his legs. He scooted closer to the edge of the sofa. I savored the feel of his cock in my hand—the warmth, the weight, the girth, the smoothness. My palm tingled, but my tongue buzzed with anticipation. Even though my mouth watered and begged to be filled, I took my time, teasing and torturing myself as much as him. Up and down. Slowly gliding my hand down from the tip to the base. Up and down.

  I kissed his inner thigh, making him shake and widen his legs. I ran my tongue up his thigh and down the other, avoiding his luscious balls and cock. Slowly, I licked my way up one thigh and down the other. Just when he got comfortable with my rhythm, I playfully bit his thigh, millimeters from his scrotum. Before he could recover from the surprise bite, I licked his balls. One, long, sensuous lick. As he gasped, I sucked both balls into my mouth, licked and twirled, and released him.

  “Oh god!” He groaned.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to feel his cock. Had to have it throb on my tongue and tickle the back of my throat. Roughly, I pulled his cock toward me and without preamble, I consumed it. Every inch into my mouth at once. Thick, hard, pulsating.

  “Mecha kucha!” he hissed. “So fucking good.” He buried his hands in my hair and thrust forward. The tip of his cock slid past the roof of my mouth and touched the soft palate. My first instinct was to gag, but I held still for just a second until the feeling passed. I reached up and held his forearms indicating he shouldn’t thrust. Slowly, I eased his cock a little deeper, pausing after each insertion. Once I grew accustomed to his size, my muscles relaxed and I could pull back and take him into my mouth again.

  He gasped.

  The sensation of his cock gliding against the roof of my mouth and falling into the soft, constricted area of my throat drove me wild. I wanted him to be able to thrust but knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He seemed to understand. He removed his hands from my hair and laid back. My hands rested on his hipbones. I slid them across his hip and reached behind him, cupping his ass.

  His legs shook. I felt so powerful, in control. I’d never gotten pleasure out of dictating a situation before, but I loved it. My pussy dripped. My nipples tingled. I had him where I wanted him, in my mouth and trembling. Just when I thought he was going to explode, he kicked the coffee table. It flew across the floor. In one fluid motion, Kentaro threw me on my back onto the carpeted floor, ripped open the foil packet with his teeth and rolled a condom on. He fell to the floor between my knees.

  With one hand, he gathered my hands and pinned them above my head. With the other, he guided his cock to my wet cunt. Using more force than I anticipated, he rammed into me, making me scream in surprise and pleasure. He rutted, his eyes glazed over in desire, his teeth gritted. He slammed into me again and again. When he placed his thumb over my clit, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I tried to wiggle, to get away from his touch, but he held me firm.

  Two could play at that game. I raised my knees, wrapped my feet around his back, and squeezed my pussy tight. Like a vise grip, I held him as he thrust in and out. I could feel myself getting dizzy, knew I was about to come, but I wasn’t going to release without him. I raised my hips, taking him even deeper, squeezing tight, matching his every movement. I wanted to close my eyes and concentrate on the wonderful sensations, but I wanted to watch Kentaro’s face, wanted to gauge when he was going to climax.

  His breathing got faster and shallower. He threw back his head, closed his eyes, and moaned. “Iku yo!” I’d heard enough escapades from Jenn’s side of the bedroom wall to know he said he was going to come.

  “Yeah, baby. Give it to me. I want it all.” I continued to match his rhythm, encouraging him.

  A deep guttural growl emitted from him, and his body tensed. I held him so tight with my pussy, I could feel his cock engorge. Then shudders. Wave after wave of convulsions as he released into the latex barrier.

  Just as I was about to relax and savor his orgasm, he started teasing my clit again with his thumb. He leaned over me, his cock still firmly planted inside me, and kissed me. Deep and passionate. His thumb worked up and down, back and forth, making small circles around my clit. He lowered his lips to my breasts, sucked a nipple into his mouth, and teased it with his teeth. That’s what did it. His teeth biting down gently on my nipple and his thumb stroking my clit as his still-hard cock pumped into me. Within seconds, I exploded. There was a flutter in the pit of my stomach and pussy, followed by cascading tremors of delight.

  “Sweet Jesus,” I whispered, then collapsed.

  He pulled out and lay next to me on the floor. “Sugoi des!” He rolled to his side to face me and placed his hand on my hip. “Natalie, you are amazing.” He grinned.

  Considering the fact that I’d just screamed his name in passion and called out to every deity known to man, it made no sense for me to blush when he complimented me, but I did. I could feel the flames lapping at my cheeks.

  He laughed and pulled me toward him so my head rested on his shoulder. We lay there in silence for a few minutes. Being wrapped in his arms was purely delightful. I couldn’t remember the last time a post coital cuddle felt so comfortable, so right. I closed my eyes and inhaled. I wanted to capture his musky scent. I allowed myself to linger, but only for a short while. From past experience, I knew sex didn’t make me close to a man. The intimacy of the moments afterward were what did me in.

  One last inhale and I rolled onto my back. His hand followed my movement and slid from my hip to my stomach. Another scan of the room had my attention. “Why do you have a key to Mr. Takahasi’s office?”

  A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “He gave it to me during the meeting so I could get some paperwork for him. He left before I could give it back to him.”

  For some reason, finding out Kentaro accidently had the key to the boss’s office upset me. I bolted upright. “Kentaro, we need to get out of here.”

  Again, I searched for something to cover myself. “It’s okay. There’s no need to worry.” He rolled over and picked up my panties and his briefs. After tossing my underwear to me, he pulled on his shorts. “It’s really okay. No one will find out.”

  He scooted next to me and rested his back against the couch. With a warm hand, he caressed my shoulders as I put on my panties. “Besides, I think the old man would approve.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He’s always talking about your curves.”

  I swung around and looked at him. “What!”

  Another chuckle. “Yes, baby. Trust me, your curves have been the topic of more than one drunken discussion.”

  Once again the fat pimp’s words filled my head. Visions of the boys from the office sitting around sipping sake and discussing my ass brought tears to my eyes. Quickly, I turned away not wanting to show Kentaro my weakness. As fast as the tears had come, they evaporated and were replaced with a smile.

  Over the past couple of days, I’d gone from the sad little wallflower who couldn’t get a job at a hostess bar to a hot commodity. Sanchez kissing me at the train station and my night with Jenn led me to this moment. Finally, I was in the arms of Kentaro. A place I’d wanted to be for months. My smile morphed into a giant grin when I realized Kentaro wouldn’t have told me about the guys talking about me if they were saying hurtful things.

  I turned back to him, gazing into his lovely, honey-smooth face. “Oh yeah? What ex
actly do they say about me when they’re drunk?”

  “Baby, they…how do you say…ogle? They ogle you when they aren’t drunk. Get a little booze in their system, and they describe what they want to do to you.”

  “No way.” I frowned. “What do you say?”

  “I don’t participate in those conversations.”

  “Why not?”

  “I think more of you than that. It seems kind of rude to talk about you that way, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t agreeing with everything they said.” He grinned. “I think I just showed you what I would’ve said.

  “Hmm. Well, you know they say talk is cheap. So, I’m glad you can walk the walk.”

  With his lips barely touching my neck, he whispered, “Let me show you what else I would have said I’d like to do with you.” He reached for my hand and directed it between his legs. My palm ignited when it came in contact with his raging hard erection. Without hesitation, I ran my fingers along the waistline of his briefs and slid them to the floor. I knelt before him and lowered my mouth, licking his erection. The feel of his cock on my tongue sent shivers through my body and elicited a groan from Kentaro.

  “Oh, baby.”

  I glanced up and held his gaze as I took his cock into my mouth.

  “Fuck.” His held fell back, and he smiled.

  Slowly, I ran my tongue from the base to the tip of his erection. I circled the head with my tongue. “Let me show you what I would’ve told my friends I want to do to you.”

  His only response was, “Please.”

  ****

  Wearing only my robe, I slipped from my bedroom to make coffee. Once again, nude Marines sprawled on the living room floor. I recognized Sanchez, but Ramon had been replaced with another muscled, dark-skinned hottie.

  Quietly, I ducked into the kitchen and spooned ground coffee into the filter. As I filled the pot with water, Sanchez joined me.

  “Good morning,” he greeted in a sultry, husky voice.

  I glanced his way. Naturally, he hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes. Not that I was complaining.

  “Morning.” I nodded to the pot. “Want some?”

  He grinned. “Yeah, but not anything that’s brewing.”

  I blushed.

  “You’re looking hot in your robe with your hair all messed up from sleep.”

  My response was cut short when the Nubian god joined us. I rolled my eyes. He hadn’t bothered with clothes either.

  “Natalie, this is Jackson.”

  I nodded in his direction. “Nice to meet you. Would you like some coffee?” Emphasizing the word made Sanchez chuckle.

  His bass voice washed over my body like a warm chocolate waterfall. “Thank you, baby. I would like a cup.”

  We stood there in silence while the pot percolated. As the last gurgles emitted, Jenn and Brent joined us. At least they had the decency to be partially dressed. I filled everyone’s cup and they stood around as I made as second pot.

  Laughter filled the apartment as Sanchez told a story about the previous evening’s escapades in Roppongi.

  When Kentaro stepped into the crowded kitchen wearing my floral, silk robe, a shocked silence echoed off the walls. He glanced around the room, taking in the scene—me standing scantily dressed among two naked men, a barely robed Jenn, and Brent wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. His attention returned to me, and he smiled. “Good morning.”

  My knees melted, and I propped against the counter. His sexuality sizzled and snapped. It amazed me how he could outshine the Marines and Brent. Jenn’s nipples perked up and came to attention under her silk robe.

  “Good morning.” I smiled in return. “Coffee?”

  “Yes, please.” He walked past Sanchez, joined me at the counter, and put his arm around me as I handed him a mug.

  “Everyone, this is Kentaro.” I introduced everyone to him. He took it all in stride, even shook hands and nodded to the naked guys.

  “Let’s move this little soiree into the living room, what do you say?” Jenn offered. The three men followed her, leaving me alone in the kitchen with Kentaro.

  He turned me to face him and slid his hands under my robe. With his thumbs, he caressed my nipples. When they were taut and aching, causing me to squirm, he lowered his lips to mine. His lips, warm from the coffee, melted me into him.

  My eyes were still closed and my body was drifting off when he asked, “So, do you always have naked men in your kitchen?”

  “A lot of times.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Nope. Jenn is…hmm…rather promiscuous.” I shrugged. “She has lots of guests. Rarely the same folks twice, but I know Sanchez and Brent. The Jackson guy is new.”

  “Sanchez is the one I saw kissing you at the train station, isn’t he?”

  I grinned. “Yes, that was him.”

  Doubt crossed his beautiful, tawny face. “Is he your lover?”

  “Oh, no.” My cheeks burned. “He only kissed me to get your attention.”

  “What?”

  “I saw you at the train station. I told him I had a crush on you, but you had no idea who I was. So, he thought making a scene would get your attention. That’s the only reason he kissed me.”

  “Baby, I saw that kiss. It wasn’t the only reason he was kissing you. He enjoyed it, too.”

  “Well, there really is no cause for concern.” Unable to look him in the eye when I admitted it, I studied my hands. “You’re the only person I’m interested in.”

  He reached over and guided my chin so I was staring directly into his obsidian eyes. “You, Natalie, are the only person I’m interested in.”

  His hands smoothed along my back and cupped my ass. He dropped to his knees, separated my robe, and closed his mouth over my clit.

  Right there in the kitchen where, a few days before, I stood mortified because I was surrounded by naked men, Kentaro licked my pussy. I bucked against his tongue. With total abandon, I moaned. For the first time ever, I was the one making the noise that disturbed the people in the room next door.

  I liked the reversed roles.

  About the Author

  Luna started reading when she was four years old and hasn't stopped. By the age of nine, she was writing stories about school and her pets in notebooks that were carefully stored under piles of dirty clothes and stuffed animals. Realizing that her daily life was too boring to interest even the most hardcore bibliophile, she turned to fiction. Her teenage years were spent killing off the head cheerleader in grisly murder mysteries. After destroying the competition, Luna created elaborate, romantic settings in which the hottest guys in school could seduce her. Over the years, the world in her head has developed into a fascinating place populated with kilt-clad Scottish warriors,wild, unbridled cowboys, lonely and brokenhearted soldiers in need of a little TLC, smoldering Samurai and luscious Latinos.

  It's easy to know when Luna has escaped to her little world to play. The grin on her face tells all.

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