“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmured against my lips and I shivered, moaning softly as his fingers traced the lips of my sex, slick from my own desire. I couldn’t keep still, squirming as he teased me, circling his fingertips slowly around my clit but not quite touching and not quite stroking firmly enough for me to get what I wanted. I tightened my grip in his hair, eagerly thrusting my hips up to try and get that little bit more contact my body was on fire for.
“Yeah, it was raining if you didn’t notice.” I managed to gasp out, eliciting a soft laugh from him. His hand slipped away from my dripping pussy, instead grabbing my hip and holding me down, his grin absolutely smug. I wriggled, pressing my thighs together for a little bit of friction, knowing that I was rubbing against him at the same time. I slid my fingers past the zipper I had opened, underneath his still fastened leather belt, brushing the silky fabric inside- boxers, I deduced quickly. His head fell back and it was my turn to smile as I ran my fingers ever so lightly over his hard bulge, my weight in his lap enough to keep him from doing more than twitching, teasing him like he’d been teasing me.
Then his hand was between my legs again, roughly shoving my legs wider to get access to my dripping pussy. He rubbed the damp fabric of my panties over my clit and I shivered and moaned, slipping my hand a little further into his slacks so I could rub his erection more firmly, my body aching to feel his hard meat filling me, stretching me. His fingers nudged aside my panties, suddenly shoving their way into my tight channel. My back arched as I ground myself against his hands, moaning loudly with pleasure as I came a little closer to what I really wanted. It wasn’t quite his dick in me, but damn it felt good to be stretched.
His fingers curled and he dragged them over my inner walls until he found the rough area just a little ways inside my channel, rubbing it rhythmically until I squirmed and cried out, unable to keep remotely still. He grunted as I ground myself against him, hungrily leaning in to capture him in another hard kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth, trying to show him how much I wanted him in me.
“We’re here.” There came a sudden grunt from the front of the cab. I jerked away from Sam with a gasp, biting my lip almost hard enough to bleed as he slipped his fingers out of my wet cunt, leaving me aching to be filled even more. I scrambled off of his lap, feeling my face flush scarlet. Somehow I’d completely forgotten we were in a cab and the driver could see everything. I caught his eyes in the mirror, and I knew he had seen it all. Sam glanced at me as I shuffled in my purse for my wallet, subtly tugging the zipper on his pants back up. He put a hand lightly on my wrist.
“I’ll get it.” I hesitated for a minute, ready to just bolt for home and never speak of this again. But something about the weight of his eyes on me turned me on, and I run my fingertips lightly over Sam’s tie.
“Can I at least offer you a cup of coffee in return?” I murmured, though I knew the excuse sounded thin. He just smiled and shuffled a few bills to the driver as I ducked out and waited on the sidewalk, smoothing down my skirt and shivering. Strange how I could feel so hot and so cold at the same time. At least it had stopped raining. He joined my on the sidewalk a moment later and my eyes were immediately drawn to the bulge still evident in his slacks. He slipped his arm around my waist and tilted his head close to murmur in my ear.
“Lead the way.” It was a short walk to my home and I trotted up the stairs a step ahead of him to pull my keys out of my purse, fumbling with the lock as the cold really began to catch up to me. Finally the lock turned and the door gave way, letting us into the blessedly warm foyer. He closed the door behind us and I heard the lock click back over before his hands were on my again, whirling me around.
I pressed my body against his, wrapping my arms around his neck as we kissed again as though trying to climb inside each other. I felt his hands wandering down my body, fumbling with the buttons of my blazer and then shoving it back off my shoulders. I let my arms drop to shrug out of it then helped his with his jacket, letting them both crumple on the ground. His hands found my ass again, lifting me up and shoving my back up against the foyer wall, the hard wood of the narrow hall table supporting me as he hands moved to my blouse, impatiently opening the dozen little buttons that held it closed.
Each button revealed another small portion of my pale skin until it just hung loose off my shoulders, revealing the nude lace demi cup bra that barely supported my full breasts, the top curve of my rose pink areolas showing over the edge of the cup. My hands worked at his shirt with equal impatience, his chest tanned and muscular and god why had I never paid attention to him before?
His mouth worked down my neck and over my collar bones, kissing across the tops of my breasts as he pushed my pencil skirt up until it bunched around my waist, revealing the garter belt and panties that matched my bra and stockings. I found the hard leather of his belt, tugging it free until it fell open and I could find the button of his slacks. A quick shove pushed them down until they fell around his knees, leaving him only in his silky grey boxers I’d only felt before.
“Off.” I demanded, my voice husky as I tugged at the fabric. One of his hands left me long enough to shove them down, revealing his hard erection. I practically panted with need, grabbing his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his hips so I could grind my damp panties against him, moaning as I finally achieved some of the friction my body had so desperately wanted.
“Please, oh god, please fuck me.” I begged, thrusting my body against him. His hand slipped between my legs, jerking the thin fabric of my panties away from my tight wet cunt. Then his thumb was on my clit, rubbing in firm circles and my body clenched, my head falling back and I felt my head thump against the wall distantly but it was lost in the waves of pleasure that cascaded over my body, sending a fresh wave of juices splashing out of my pussy as he worked my clit, bringing me over the edge faster than I’d ever been brought.
Possibly it had been the tension in the cab ride that had made it so easy, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All I could do was jerk my body against his and moan “please” into his ear one more time. I felt his blunt tip rubbing against my entrance and then in one hard push he rammed his hard length into me, his hands returning to my ass to pull me down on his length. I cried out, and I think I was begging but I couldn’t tell.
He thrust deeply into me, pressing his forehead into my shoulder as he panted and groaned, my tight cunt squeezing around his arousal as he forced my inner walls to stretch, filling my completely so in his deepest strokes he was pressed almost painfully against the back of me. It was perfect though, every stroke building the pressure in my core until without much warning I came again, digging my nails into his shoulders and clinging as tightly as I could to him as my body clenched and spasmed around him.
“Straight down the hallway, couch.” I managed to moan out, barely able to string coherent thoughts together. He nodded against my neck and pulled me away from the wall. He shifted deep inside of me in ways I’d never felt before and it was all I could do from wriggling and squirming at the intense sensation as he carried me.
I almost sobbed when he dropped me on the couch, my wanting channel suddenly empty and my skin suddenly chill even though the air in the apartment wasn’t cold. But he was just peeling the rest of his clothes off, and then he was on top of me, shoved his hard cock deep into me again with such force that my back arched and I moaned like a wanton slut. My legs sprawled wide, one propped up on the back of the couch and the other off the side, giving him the best access to shove his meet deep into my cunt.
My moans mingled with his deeper groans and pants as he slammed into me, each thrust rubbing against all the right places inside me, bringing my again and against until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. It was a never ending chain that left my body shaking and trembling, clenching rhythmically around his shaft as I tried to milk his seed into my hungry cunt.
Finally his thrusts began to become short and erratic, and with a few oh so d
eep thrusts he hilted himself into me. His body tensed and I could feel jets of his hot seed flooding my cunt. He collapsed on top of me, warmer than any blanket. Floating on post-orgasmic bliss I just let my legs wrap comfortably around him, holding him in me.
We stayed that way for several minutes, just relaxing, until Sam slowly pulled out. I reluctantly let him, feeling my hips protest slightly from being spread so long as I brought my legs back together, my panties and absolute mess. I watched him slowly pull his clothes back on, perching on the arm of the couch to pull on his shoes, then going back into the foyer. He came back a moment later, tossing my blazer gently over the back of a chair before he pulled his on over his half buttoned shirt.
“It’s raining again.” He offered quietly. I stood and went over to one of the living room windows, pulling back the curtain. Sure enough, it was pouring rain again.
“Are you planning on walking?” I asked, a little alarmed at the thought. He nodded and I frowned. “Let me lend you an umbrella. You can bring it back to me tomorrow at work.”
“That’s would be great, thanks…” I went and got an umbrella from the hall closet and met him in the foyer with it, picking up my blouse off the narrow table as I went. “So… see you tomorrow at work?” I nodded, smiling slightly.
“Maybe we can share a cab again?” He smiled back, and his eyes darkened suggestively.
“Give another driver a show. I never knew you were such an exhibitionist Mary.” He murmured, backing me up against the wall. I felt my blush returning, darkening my cheeks. I looked away but he caught my chin in a firm grip, tilting my face up so he could kiss me, hard and demanding. I arched me body against his, squeaking softly as the fingers of his other hand suddenly invaded my wet and messy cunt. “You were so wet in the taxi, I should have known that was why.”
“I’m not…” I murmured a soft protest against his lips, my eyes fluttering half closed. I couldn’t bring myself to finish though, unable to deny the sexy thrill that had gone through me when I met the driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror and knew he had seen everything. The idea of doing more made me hot again, needy for him. Sam smiled and stepped away from me, gently taking the umbrella from my hand.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked as he opened the door.
“Yeah… see you tomorrow.” I murmured breathlessly. Then he was gone, striding down the walk and popping open the umbrella to stave off the rain. I slowly closed the door behind him and bit my lower lip to hide a groan of frustration. I’d been thoroughly fucked, and now he left me just as horny as I’d been to begin with. Sliding the lock home I slowly made my way to the bedroom, letting the rest of my clothes fall wherever they landed as I stripped.
Falling into bed I let my hands wander my body as my mind wondered what would happen tomorrow at work. The sudden idea of being bent over the copier machine, hidden only by a few thin cubicle walls made me shudder and arch. Maybe sharing a taxi with him more often wouldn’t be a bad idea. Not at all.
Iced Desire
by Ellie Soap
Themes: rough sex
I feel the heat rise in my groin as he executes the platter lift, his hands igniting the fire as he firmly grips my hips, holding my tiny body above his head, the spinning rink filling my peripheral vision.
Even in the midst of a national competition, I want him. His arrogant way of ignoring me only fuels my burning determination. I’m known for getting what I want, at least with men, but he doesn‘t know me, doesn‘t try to know me.
My name is Chelsea. The man of whom I speak and think about constantly is Rujeo, from Spain, or so his fact sheet says. We are ice dancing partners, paired by the Commission just two months ago after my other partner left. What can I say to describe Rujeo…to paint a picture of the man who lifts me, guides me, turns me, rapes me with his eyes, but ignores me off the ice. He is beautiful - that’s the only description I can give you. Tall, muscular, handsome, all that standard stuff, but it’s the bulge in his skating tights that captures my attention so totally. He is hung! I’ve been around the rink enough to recognize a male prize when I see it.
As he lowers me, following the routine perfectly, I slide down the front of him to lay on his protruding leg, one hand on his waist, the other lodged between his thigh and that place I long to see, my face so close to his cock, I could lick it. In mischief, I let my fingers stroll over to his balls. I can feel him respond, his nuts shrinking a little at my touch. Behave yourself, my conscience says. Fuck off!, I silently reply. We’re a perfect match, the two of us. A faultless routine, executed amidst desire, at least on my part. The crowd roars their approval as he spins me into our closing death spiral.
Rujeo is complicated. I’ve tried everything I know to get some personal recognition from him - anything, a simple “Hello,” a compliment, even a nod in my direction. The only conversation we’ve had is about the routines we meticulously follow or how we might improve a lift. I’m attractive, I have a nice body, and I’m sensual - practiced in consensual sex, available. What is wrong with that guy? I say to myself.
What a tease that little slut is, Rujeo thought to himself as he walked down the hall to the locker room. I could fuck her into next week in a second! She thinks her little move out there went right by me. I came here to get away from heartache, not to fall prey to another woman’s seduction. Still, he knew the waves of excitement that swept through his groin when she touched him just confirmed how much he would love to fuck her. Stay strong! He shook the vision from his mind.
I hear the shower running as I enter the changing room. It could only be him in there, I think to myself, all the other competitors have left for the reception. A mental picture of his naked body fills my mind’s eye. As I pull the costume over my head, an evil thought comes to me. Why not give him a little tease?
His body is stunning! Striated muscles flex across his back as he turns off the water and reaches for a towel. Drying his face, he turns toward me, freezing my legs where they stand. His large cock is hanging majestically in front of him, the size of it unaffected by water. He sees me as the towel leaves his face, and my nipples immediately rise on my breasts, periscopes for the sweet spot between my legs. Our eyes lock. Undaunted, his lips curl into a sarcastic smirk as my legs turn on their own and take me quickly from the room. I am shaken; I hide in the dressing area until I hear the locker room door close behind him.
Coffee in hand, I go into the huge rink, ready for another day of a six-hour practice. We placed first last night in the second round, but tomorrow is free skate, and our routine is demanding. Somehow, I have to act naturally in front of him, despite the embarrassment I should feel from seeing him last night. How stupid of me! He must think I’m desperate.
Chelsea’s thought could not have been further from the truth. Rujeo had been more shocked than she when he turned to see that small, shapely body exposed before him. She was stunning! There she had stood, firm breasts waiting to be sucked, her well groomed triangle begging to be kissed. It was all he could do to restrain himself, to not run to her, to not take her in that instant. Thankfully, she was so embarrassed she ran away. Guess that backfired! Rujeo had said to himself.He had quickly dressed and left the rink, anxious to get somewhere private so the load that filled his groin could be released.
Now, as he watched her pull open the rink door, balancing the heavy bag on her shoulder while she struggled to keep a cup of coffee from spilling, he wished he could unload into her right now. Don’t do it, don’t even think of it, warned his mind. Take her! rebutted his dick, stirring in the soft, protective shield of his tights.
For our free skate dance, we’re doing a Viennese Waltz, the most romantic and sensual of all the ice dance routines. The sexiness of it stirs the skaters as much as it fills the crowd with excitement. I love this dance, especially when there’s a magnet of attraction with my partner. I’m looking forward to having his hands on me, no matter how disengaged he might be. I wonder if seeing my body last night even registered
with him.
Rujeo swept her slight frame into the split lift twist without any effort. The form was absolute perfection as she spread her legs into a wide V-shape facing the crowd, strands of hair blowing free from the knot held in place with a net on top of her head. As he rounded the fourth turn in the rink, Rujeo began to lower her, holding her extended right leg tight in his hand while his other hand slipped under her arm. He held her steady as she leaned downward, her head almost touching the ice. As payback, he pressed the side of her breast with his fingers, letting her know that he could also play the game.
I felt the touch of his fingers on my breast, felt my nipple harden instantly, as if it knew what his mind was thinking. He wanted me, that animal mating sense was never wrong. I pulled myself back upright in response to his tug and place my arms around his neck, pushing my body tightly against his, the bulge in his pants rubbing my stomach. Rujeo’s eyes pierce mine with a knowing look. As we sail around the rink, spinning to the beat of the music, I promise myself to take him.
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