by J. D. Chase
Ten minutes later, she was ready. A battle had ensued when she’d wanted to release her locks from the constraint of her ponytail; Xander said he’d make good use of it later. But she refused. She forced a compromise by showing him how quickly she could reinstate it and promising that she would.
She’d expected them to have the secluded table in the corner as they had a few nights prior but no, Xander led her to a table right in the centre of the crowded dining room. As they sat down, with him next to her rather than opposite, he whispered, ‘The eyes of every man in the place are on you, Red. Can you feel them? I wonder if they can smell your delicious scent. It’s probably giving them all a hard-on. Watch out for them shifting in their seats – every one of them is jealous of me.
Xander had a rapid fire conversation in French with the sommelier who nodded. He then informed Red that he’d instructed the sommelier to go easy on the wine. She pulled a face, thinking he was poking fun at her but he assured her that he didn’t want to have to waste time sobering her up because he intended to fuck her the minute they were finished . . . in the lift if he could wait that long. She laughed at his audacious comment but he held her gaze, leaving her in no doubt that he meant it.
The meal was delicious but tortuous. Xander’s hand kept wandering up her thigh, getting ever closer to her pussy and making her wet with anticipation. Then he trailed his index finger up her slit and proceeded to suck it with exaggerated thoroughness. She could have killed him, and when she threatened to return the favour, he unfastened his belt and fly and told her to feel free. When she stared at him open-mouthed, he told her to close it or he’d fill it with something that would shock the other diners. She hastily closed her mouth and shoved her hand inside his trousers. She smiled sweetly as she grazed her nail along the tip of his cock, making him jump and almost upset the table.
They didn’t make it to dessert. Xander declared that he could wait no longer and half-dragged her from the restaurant, both of them a little tipsy and more than a little horny. In the lobby, guests were waiting for the lift. She heard a quiet growl before he dragged her off through a door that was marked as a fire exit. It led them to a staircase.
‘You go up first – I want to watch that arse,’ he instructed.
‘You want to look up my skirt,’ she countered.
‘I promise I won’t look up your skirt,’ he muttered, nudging her towards the steps. As soon as she began to ascend, he reached out and pulled her skirt up, completely exposing her arse.
She shrieked and ran up to the next flight of steps before two strong arms caught her and held her fast as he kissed her hard enough to make her want him inside her there and then. She wasn’t disappointed; she heard the sound of his belt buckle and then his trousers being unfastened.
‘Bend and put your hands on a step,’ he muttered.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward and put her hands out.
‘Fuck, you filthy, amazing, little whore. Look at you, on a public staircase, begging to be filled and fucked.’ His voice was a mixture of awe and need.
She grinned and wiggled her arse suggestively.
‘Red, unless you want my cock in your arse with only spit for lube, stop that right now!’
Cock? Arse? Spit? Noooo! She froze instantly and he laughed. The husky sound echoed up the stairwell.
He slid inside her, his fingers gripping her hips so hard that she felt the sharp pain, but that was nothing compared to the exquisite feeling of his cock, tunnelling inside her and making her clench around him.
He paused and gave a long, appreciative sigh. She pressed her arse back into his groin and then pulled forward, attempting to fuck him – such was the desperation she felt.
‘You want it that bad?’ he growled. ‘So bad that you’ll just take it? Hmm?’
‘Oh yes,’ she panted. ‘I need it. Fuck me, Xander. Make me come again and again.’
His thrusts soon had her moaning and panting to her first climax . . . then her second, and he had to hold up her weak legs as she threatened to collapse.
He withdrew and took a step back. ‘Now clean my cock, you filthy whore. Clean it good and you might just get to feel it inside you again when we get back to my rooms.’
She turned, sank to her knees, and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. He groaned, throwing his head back. She sucked and licked, relishing the taste of herself mixed with the pre-cum that was leaking out of him as she moved his foreskin back and forth with her lips. His fingers wove into her hair and he began to pull her head back and forth as his hips thrust gently forwards.
His cock triggered her gag reflex, making her pull back and cough. She felt his hands tense in her hair. Fuck! That was close. I wonder if he’s angry because I almost choked and pulled back . . . well, tough, I’d like to see these men who like deep throating take a cock down their throats!
She kept her mouth around the head of his cock as she recovered, blinking her watery eyes and using the mouthful of saliva that the choke had generated to glide over him more easily. Within seconds, he began to thrust again.
Oh, this cock’s delicious. I wish I could take it all the way into the back of my throat and give him what he wants.
Again, he began to urge her deeper. Again, she retched. Saliva dripped from her lips as tears ran down her face.
He moaned loudly and she felt his cock flex.
Oh my fucking God - he’s getting off on my struggle. The bastard! It would have served him right if I’d vomited on his cock.
‘Fuck that feels so good when your mouth is full of whore nectar – the wetter, the better. Blow me Red, blow my mind!’
Oh . . . so it feels better with lots of thick saliva in my mouth . . .
She concentrated on taking him as deep as she could, and each time she gagged, she pulled back. She began to settle into this unfamiliar pattern, knowing that it was so good for him and that she wasn’t going to be sick. She wanted to please him as he pleasured her. She realised that the more enthusiastic she was, the noisier and sloppier it was, the more he enjoyed it, so she let go of her inhibitions and concentrated on pleasuring him.
Their joint moans filled the stairwell until she heard a cough. She went to lift her head but Xander applied gentle pressure and she heard him shout, ‘Fuck off,’ followed by the sound of hastily retreating footsteps.
Oh my fucking God! Somebody saw us . . . fuck! She found herself grinning around his wet cock. Am I turning into an exhibitionist now? Isla Hamilton, you really are a dirty bitch.
She got back into blowing him as if her life depended upon it, until he suddenly pulled her off saying, ‘Enough.’
Her saliva soaked mouth pouted. ‘But I wanted you to come in my mouth . . .’
He smiled but his horny eyes bore into hers. ‘And I nearly did, that’s why I stopped you. I have plans and they don’t involve me coming just yet.’
Her pussy clenched hard. Fuck I’m wet. Oh God, I need him inside me . . . so yeah, perhaps it is a good thing he stopped me.
They raced up the stairs and out into the corridor before Isla realised that her skirt was still pulled right up and Xander’s cock was sticking out of his trousers, but thankfully the corridor was empty.
He pushed her on to the sofa and pulled her legs up in the air. Within seconds, he was inside her. He lay between her thighs, unfastened her blouse, and pulled her breasts out of the top of her bra.
‘I want to see those beauties shake and bounce as I fuck you,’ he explained, seeing her quizzical yet frustrated expression. Then he took the silk scarf from around her neck. ‘Don’t think I didn’t notice you digging your nails in my back the other morning. You were told not to but you didn’t listen. Now give me your wrists.’
He bound her wrists together with the scarf and grunted his satisfaction, ignoring her pouts and pussy clenches before he began to fuck her with long, deep strokes. A torrent of abusive remarks flew from his mouth but she barely heard them. She tried to wrap her legs
around him but he grabbed her legs and held them so that her thighs were pressed into her ribs as he pounded into her.
As soon as she was almost at the point of orgasm, he let go of one of her legs and she felt him pinch her clitoris. Hard. She shrieked and then screamed as the most vicious orgasm began to tear through her body. She felt him increase the pressure on her clit and she could’ve killed him, except for the fact that she could do nothing with her shaking body except scream and curse.
‘You fucker! You . . . arghhhhh. You evil fucking . . . Arghhhhhhh!’
‘Come on, Red. You can take it – filthy, cock craving whore that you are. My filthy whore . . . and I’m not done yet!’
She felt him release her clitoris and then screamed again as the blood flowed back into her most sensitive part. Her fingers raked the leather sofa, trying to gain purchase as her head thrashed back and forth. She felt that she might die if he didn’t stop but finally, the convulsions subsided and his thrusts slowed to match.
‘Xander Rhodes . . . you are . . . a bastard . . . of the . . . lowest order,’ she panted.
He froze, regarded her with his usual cocky smirk and said, ‘That’s what it says on my birth certificate so what do you expect?’
She recoiled in horror as she remembered that he was fatherless. ‘Oh fuck, Xander. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—’
He laughed. ‘Relax, Red. I don’t give a shit about whether there’s a man’s name on my birth certificate or not. It doesn’t change who I am . . . or whether I choose to torture this little hole some more or move on to another. Hmm, I think my cock’s wet enough from your slutty pussy not to need any lube . . .’
Her eyes were like saucers. ‘You wouldn’t!’
He leaned closer. ‘Oh, Red. When will you learn? If you dare me not to do something, there’s a better than fair chance that I’ll do it. You should know this – we’re not so different.’
She gulped but he laughed and unfastened the silk scarf before pulling out of her.
‘Get on the floor . . . on your knees and your elbows. I’ll show you why you have two holes and not just for my pleasure.’
She scowled. ‘I’m not an anal virgin, Xander. I know there’s pleasure to be had . . . there.’
He bent over her, put his teeth around her peaked nipple and spoke around it. ‘Oh, Red, you’d never had your pussy fucked properly before me. Never squirted. Never come like a train. Just think about that for a second.’ He paused. ‘If I can do that to your slut of a pussy, just think what I can do to your arse.’
Um . . . Oh. My. God! She felt her pussy and her arsehole contract.
His teeth nipped her nipple, making her cry out and her pussy contract before he let it go. ‘Now, are you going to get on the floor or shall I take your arse right now? It would probably be more comfortable for you if you get on the floor, but either way is good for me.’
She scrambled out from underneath him and almost threw herself on the floor.
‘Fuck me. That’s quite a sight, Red. Tie your hair back.’
‘I need my hair elastic. It’s in my bag.’
He passed it to her and she quickly secured her hair in a high ponytail. Then she felt him kneel behind her before feeling him spread her cheeks. ‘But nothing beats the sight of that. Utter perfection. Well, it is now . . . it might look a little different when I’ve given it a thorough seeing to.’
She felt him moving and could hear the rustling of clothing. She peered behind her and saw him undressing.
He caught her look and grinned. ‘I want to feel that arse slapping against me when I fuck it.’
She saw his cock jerk as he spoke and tried to imagine it inside her. There. Oh fuck!
‘Lube!’ she cried. ‘Where’s the lube?’
He chuckled. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to dry fuck your little hole. At least, not this time.’
She felt something warm and wet land on her puckered hole and then run down between her legs. Then she heard him hawk and comprehension dawned.
He spat on me! The dirty— oooh, that’s actually pretty horny . . .
‘That’s not enough lube,’ she complained when she felt the head of his cock pushing against her.
She heard him spit again. ‘Red, my cock is still coated with your gorgeous juices. I think you’ll find it’s more than sufficient. Besides, I want you to feel every millimetre of my cock as it slides inside your dirty little hole.’
The pressure increased until she felt her ring give way and he began to push inside. She felt heat surge through her body; an odd feeling as though someone had flushed her veins with warm saline. It made her lightheaded and she clawed her fingernails into the plush carpet. She was glad the heavy weight of her hair was off her neck and shoulders.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuckety fuck! Oh it’s tight. He’s stretching me and it’s exquisite agony!
‘Relax, Red,’ he muttered as he pulled out a little. ‘That’s the head of my cock, stretching your ring. It will give a little, just be patient.’
He made tiny movements, allowing her pucker to ride over the ridge of his bulbous head, back and forth. The initial heated flush that she’d felt began to abate as she relaxed and she felt him spit several times more.
He knows what he’s doing . . . just relax and enjoy. But . . . oh . . . my . . . fucking . . . God!
He gradually pushed deeper and she found herself pushing her arse back to meet his gentle thrusts, making his fingers grip her hips more firmly. Deeper and deeper he went and, although it was still incredibly tight, she found it almost unbearably pleasurable. Before long, he was thrusting into her with increasing speed and roughness.
‘Yes,’ she heard herself cry.
‘Dirty little anal slut,’ he muttered. ‘Lie on your chest so you can finger yourself . . . feel my cock in your arse rubbing against your fingers.’
Fuck, that’s filthy . . . count me in. She lowered herself off her elbows, placing one arm out in front and reaching back with the other. She managed to slide two fingers inside, marvelling at how wet she was, but struggled to reach the back wall of her vagina so she contented herself with rubbing her clit with her thumb. His balls slapped against the back of her hand.
‘You dirty bitch,’ he muttered and she thought he somehow knew what she was doing but then realised that was impossible.
‘I am,’ she retorted. ‘And that makes you a lucky boy.’
It sounded like he chuckled but he was panting so heavily that it was difficult to tell. She could feel him sliding in and out of her arse with ease as she rubbed circles around her clit with her thumb. Her breasts were rubbing back and forth against the carpet, causing sensation overload for her nipples. She felt herself building swiftly and every time her pussy clenched, she felt her puckered ring tense too.
From the answering growls and moans, she gathered that he enjoyed feeling her ring tense. It felt like it had slackened off considerably since he’d first invaded it.
When she came, she came harder than she’d ever come before. It felt odd, yet incredible to feel his cock sliding in and out of her arse when her pussy contracted and whole body felt like it was going to explode from an indescribable pressure that they’d jointly conjured within her.
She cried out loudly; sounding to her ears like a long, drawn-out moan at full volume. When she tried to breathe in, it felt like her lungs were on fire. But once the pressure had released, she soared as light as a feather into realms of ecstasy that she’d never known existed. Her hand dropped to the carpet as her whole body slumped in post-orgasmic bliss.
But he wasn’t done. She felt herself being drawn back from the cloud on which she was floating and she felt pressure building again.
No! Leave me alone . . . I can’t take any more . . . oh . . . oh my God . . . oh yes . . . yes . . . YES!
She came again, thankfully less hard than previously, but then he slammed into her and she grew aware of his guttural groans growing to a crescendo. He grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her
torso upright as he stilled inside her. His teeth sank into the back of her shoulder and he held her like that as they both shook and shuddered before he lowered them sideways to the floor.
She felt his softening penis slide out of her but she felt no tenderness, only a warmth that couldn’t compete with the warm glow that she felt lying in his arms as he showered her with compliments in his unique, vulgar fashion.
‘Can we go to bed now? I’m shattered,’ she muttered as he kissed along her jaw.
‘Oh no,’ he replied and there was something in his voice that made her suspicious.
‘You’re not still horny?’ she cried, suddenly feeling far more alert.
‘I’m always horny but fear not, that isn’t what I meant. I’ve worked up quite a thirst. I think we need to replace some fluids.’
‘Hmm, yes,’ she replied, relaxing again. ‘I could do with a G and T. If I recall, a sex pest spilled my last one when he lunged at me.’
‘Your wish is my command. You’ve got sixty seconds to make yourself look presentable . . . and then we’re going down to the bar.’
‘What? No way!’
‘Yes way. Fifty seconds.’ He was on his feet and getting dressed, giving her that stare as if taunting her that she wouldn’t dare take her newly fucked arse down to the bar.
She forced herself to her feet on somewhat unsteady legs. ‘Tell me you’re winding me up . . . please?’
‘Nope. Forty seconds.’
She went to put her bra on but he whipped it out of her hands. ‘You won’t be needing that.’
‘Oh yes, I will! Have you seen these tits swinging loose?’
‘That’s exactly why you don’t need your bra. Thirty seconds.’
She quickly pulled on her blouse and, as she was fastening the buttons, she said, ‘Is there any point in asking for my knickers back?’
He just smirked and said, ‘Twenty seconds.’
She pulled on her skirt, slipped her feet in her shoes and dashed off to stand in front of a mirror to make sure she covered the marks on her throat with her scarf.
