After staring at me for what felt like long minutes, he began to walk across the room to the bed, all while continuing to pleasure himself. Once he was by my side I turned my head, seeing the bead of moisture glistening on the swollen head of his cock and as I watched, he brushed his thumb over it. With the pre cum holding my attention, he brought his thumb to my lips, sweeping it across my lower one until I felt the dampness from him now on me.
“Taste me.” He said and without hesitating, I stuck my tongue out, brushing it across my lip, tasting the slightly salty flavour of him.
Stepping closer to the bed he angled his erection towards me and I stared at it. Damn he was big and so hard, veins popped here and there along his ample length and the head was so swollen I wondered if it was as painful as it looked.
“Taste me.” He said those same two words and again I didn’t hesitate, scrambling closer to him until his cock was right in my face. This close to him I could smell him, the scent of his aftershave, the muskiness of his skin, the arousal that poured off him; all an intoxicating combination.
With a quick glance up at his face, meeting those beautiful eyes of his that were darker now, I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock inside. His flavour exploded on my tongue and I pulled back enough to lap at him, licking him from root to tip, over the row of piercings, before taking him inside again.
He was big, too big for me to take all of him into my mouth but I wanted to please him, more than I’d ever wanted to with my ex’s. I hadn’t even liked giving them head that much, but it felt different with Shay. It was different with him. I felt compelled to not just be the receiver of pleasure given his reputation. I wanted him to remember me beyond this night as the woman who rocked his world as much as I knew he was going to rock mine.
Raising my eyes to his, I opened even wider and slid him inside my mouth, my lips closing around him, taking him deeper and deeper until he brushed the back of my throat and I felt the first warning from my gag reflex not push further.
Grasping the base of him in my hand, I began to really suck him off, raising and lowering my head, dragging my way over the metal bars that lined the underside of his cock. As I worked at him, I listened to him, the sounds he made in his throat, low, deep, guttural. A hand lodged in my hair, twisting restlessly and his eyes, those blue eyes with the silver that gave them such a unique look continued to burn into mine as I sucked on him.
I don’t know how long he was in my mouth for. I had intended to suck on him until he blew, but clearly Shay had other ideas. His hand in my hair tightened until it was almost painful and he pulled back, barking out one word to me: stop.
He fell from my lips, his skin wet from my saliva and I flicked a glance from it to his eyes, wondering if perhaps he hadn’t liked what I was doing.
“I couldn’t let you continue. If I stayed in your mouth much longer I would have come and I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not yet anyway.”
Hearing his words made me feel better, more confident. It wasn’t that I’d been bad at it. He just didn’t want to come yet.
“Oh…ok. I…I’m…I don’t…I’m probably not very good…anyway.” I finally stammered out the words but Shay made me squeak in shocked surprise when he hauled me to my feet, his hands rough in my hair, yanking my head back until my whole body was arched into his.
“Do not put yourself down to me Lyla. I didn’t ask you to stop because I have a problem with your technique. I have been hard for a long time now and I don’t want to fuck this up by coming too fast. I needed you to stop before I risked coming in your mouth and trust me, I was getting close.”
“You were hard a long time?” The words came from me, barely more than a whisper.
“Yeah, from the moment I saw you in the club. Make no mistake, I want you. I’ve fought not to because I fear you will want more than I can give you, but I’m tired of fighting it. The power of my attraction for you is a force I can no longer battle.”
His words tugged at me, my heart skipping out of control. I lifted a hand to his cheek, my fingers fluttering over his skin, exploring him. I moved them to his stubble feeling the course hair tickle my palms. He was too much. Everything about him was. I wasn’t used to someone like him. I didn’t know how to handle someone like him. Part of me feared what he might do to me and yet the other part needed to find out what that was.
“I want you to fuck me.” I whispered, caressing his cheek again. Needing to touch him. To have that constant contact.
He smiled. “No.” His single response made my fingers falter where they touched his face.
For a moment I’m sure my heart stopped. “No?” The one word was torn from me as I struggled not to let him see how much his response had shaken me.
His hands came up cupping my cheeks and tilting my head back to meet his eyes. “No sexy girl. Not yet. You’re not getting my cock until I taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
“But I-“ I started until Shay held up a warning finger.
“Lie on the bed Lyla. No arguing and spread those legs so I can see how pretty you look all naked and wet for me.”
Oh my god, his words sent a wave of heat through me and I could feel the dampness at the tops of my thighs caused by my arousal. The man really was a Sex God. I’m sure I’d never been this wet in my life and he hadn’t laid a finger on me in a sexual way since we’d come to his bedroom. Everything so far was simply his voice or the sheer visual overload of seeing him undress.
He frowned at me, his expression darkening and I realised I was just standing looking at him and not doing as he asked. Although asking was a stretch. No Shay didn’t ask. He demanded or perhaps it was more like a command? Whatever anyone wanted to call it, it was clear he expected me to obey.
Trembling I climbed on the bed and lay down, my head on his pillow. As he watched me, I spread my legs wide, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts as I waited to see what he would do next.
Shay stared at me intently not saying anything and I felt a wave of heat break out over my body. Finally he groaned, the sound so feral and animalistic that I felt an answering pull low in my belly when he took his cock in his hand and squeezed the head hard.
After a moment or two he dropped a knee onto the mattress and then slowly crawled towards me, his eyes blazing and his expression stripped bare of anything cultured. Leaving the primal man exposed to me. Leaving me in no doubt at all as to how much he wanted me.
Crawling over me he lowered his lips teasing mine until I opened to him. He held his body over mine, the only things touching being our lips and his cock as the heavy weight of it brushed against me. His tongue plundered my mouth, demanding, controlling and taking from me until I was a breathless, trembling mass of need and want. With his lips and tongue he claimed me and possessed me, and I could do little else but let him, wanting him, needing him for whatever time he chose to want me.
Helplessly, consumed by him, lost in him, I lifted my arms, wanting desperately to pull him closer, to hold him and feel his body against mine but he backed away, moving down the bed until his head was between my thighs.
I looked down the length of my body to where he lay and his eyes met mine. Everywhere they touched me I felt like my skin was on fire. How did he do that? How could he have such an effect on me from just looking at me? Before I could dwell on it he smiled and my brain turned to mush at the sheer sexiness of his lips curving up the way they did.
“Just lie back and enjoy this. I’m not stopping until I make you come. If you want more. If you want my cock then the fastest way to get it is to come. I won’t settle for anything less.” He promised and just hearing those words pass his lips in that deep throaty voice of his was almost enough for that to happen. Helplessly as I digested his words, my body responded. My inner muscles clenched hard while goose bumps rose all over me. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry and I broke away from the intensity of his silvery blue eyes to stare up at his ceiling, wondering for a brief moment how the hell I was going t
o survive this night.
I dropped my head back on the pillow, closing my eyes until one single lash of Shay’s tongue from my pussy to my clit had them flying open and my body jerking in reaction.
“Fuck!” I whimpered, my eyes shooting down to watch him. It was slightly unsettling to see his focus on me. Knowing he was in tune with my every response. Nothing would get past this man. Briefly I thought of Jeff and all those times I’d faked my orgasm. I’d never get away with that with Shay. He’d see right through me if I so much as tried but I had no intention of trying. Hell, he’d barely done anything yet and I was already close to reaching my orgasm.
Watching me, unnerving me, he licked me again. This time circling my clit with his tongue before heading back to my pussy. Back and forth, up and down he continued the assault, stabbing his tongue into me, lapping at the moisture that coated me making me all slick and ready to receive his cock.
I felt him enter me with a finger which was quickly followed by another and he scissored them, stretching me, thrusting them in and out all while his tongue licked at my clit. It was both an agony and an ecstasy. Just enough delicious pain from his stretching me and the burst of pleasure from his tongue on my clit to cause a sensory overload.
I’d never experienced anything like this. Not even during the better times with Jeff had it ever been like this. I couldn’t keep still, no matter how hard I tried to just lie there and let him have his way with me. It was like he pulled the strings and my body responded bucking and arching under Shay’s fingers and tongue. I could hear throaty cries, hoarse and broken and it took me a moment or two to realise they were coming from me.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” The words began to spill from me in an endless mantra. The tension building and I shook helplessly, unable to cope with all he was making me feel. The more he pushed me, the louder my cries became as he worked me ever closer to my orgasm.
Shay lifted his head for a moment. “Let it go sexy girl. I want you to come on my tongue. I want to taste you. I want to see how hungry your beautiful pussy is for me.” He buried his fingers deeper. “Show me.” He dropped his head again and I felt his teeth graze my clit. It sent a sharp burst of excruciating pleasure through me and my hips shot up off the bed, circling, grinding and desperate for everything he could give me. Again he lifted his head. “Come for me.”
Lowering his head he sucked my clit into his mouth and with those skilful fingers and tongue he continued to work me again, playing me like a violin until I felt as tightly strung as the strings of one. I cried out, my hands reaching for him, fisting in his hair and Shay groaned, the vibration from his throat like an electrical charge on my sensitive body and with a scream, his name ripped from me, I did exactly as he’d asked of me: I came.
I didn’t just come. I think I died. For a moment I was sure I had or at the very least this orgasm was going to kill me. It was intense, painfully so. It was mind blowing, incredibly so. It was like no other orgasm I’d ever experienced. It was too much. Oh god, what was I thinking? No it wasn’t. It could never be too much if this is what a great orgasm felt like. It was the most powerful climax of my life and it just went on and on until I wondered if it would ever stop?
My body bucked and bowed, shuddering and shaking and all the time I cried out, shrieking Shay’s name, sobbing from the barrage of emotions and sensations that were unrelenting in their assault.
When finally it eased and I collapsed into the mattress, gasping and fighting to drag air into lungs that seemed determined to stop me gathering breath: still he didn’t stop.
I pushed at his head, trying to make him leave me alone, unable to cope with how sensitive I felt. His light touches to my clit almost unbearable. He didn’t ease off though, licking me, lapping at the juices that ran from me and each touch nearly jettisoned me off the bed.
I couldn’t stop shaking, my body out of my control now and in the hands of the man who lay between my thighs. He played me until he’d built me up again and when the next orgasm hit, I thought for a moment I’d surely passed out when everything went black.
I heard sobbing, a voice begging for him to stop and realised again that the voice was mine. Tears streamed from my eyes, running down my face and into my hair, soaking the strands. I couldn’t see properly. Everything seemed hazy, out of focus and all I could hear was a ringing sound in my ears.
I felt movement; a depression in the mattress as though someone was moving and suddenly Shay was there, next to me, holding me, his body warm and solid next to mine.
I don’t know how long I cried. I don’t even know why I cried but through my tears I felt the feather light brush of his lips on my hair, my brow, my cheeks and even through the tracks of my tears, licking them off my skin.
When finally I settled and the room came back into focus, I was aware of Shay next to me, holding me, but most of all I was aware of the hardness that pressed against my hip. He’d just given me two of the most powerful orgasms of my life and he’d made no effort to seek out his own pleasure in me. I’d never been with a man like him. A man who didn’t chase his own release first or assume I’d already found it. He didn’t ask if I’d come. He didn’t need to ask because he knew if he had to, then I hadn’t come. There was no way in hell what I had just experienced could be mistaken for anything other than what it was: the most incredible orgasms of my life.
Chapter Fourteen
Shay
Although my body screamed at me for release, I’d had no intention of giving into its demands until I’d made Lyla come. Then after such a powerful orgasm my ego had wanted me to do that to her again, so I had, although the second one had damn near torn her apart.
She’d sobbed and begged me to stop. She’d screamed my name over and over, and she’d been nearly incoherent through the pleasure. It had been something else to watch her come apart like that. I’d seen a lot of women reach orgasm given to them by me, but I was pretty sure Lyla’s were my best work yet. I raised a hand to rub at my scalp that was still smarting after her nearly tearing the long strands from my head. Yeah, definitely my best work yet.
I don’t know how long we lay like that with her crying quietly. I wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with her tears so I went through the motions of dropping soft kisses on her cheek and shoulder and sweeping my tongue through her tears, tasting their saltiness.
After a while she fell silent and for a moment I panicked that those orgasms I gave her might have wiped her out too much and she’d fallen asleep. She couldn’t sleep on me now. Although I recognised that this was different to my usual one night pick-ups, I was still selfish enough to not allow Lyla to sleep. I needed inside her too much to let her get any rest yet.
Hell my cock was like an iron bar digging into her side. My body ached, my dick throbbed and my balls were so tight and aching that I knew I couldn’t wait much longer to take her. I might be trying harder with her. My ego didn’t want to just give her the full Sex God experience. I wanted to go above and beyond with her but at the end of the day, I was just a man. A man with an erection. A man who needed to be inside the body of the woman lying beside me more than I needed to take my next breath.
“Lyla - baby.” I murmured against her ear. “Sexy girl are you awake?”
She moaned; the sound on a direct line to my dick and she stretched, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. I could see they were clouded, vague, the eyes of a well sated woman but fortunately she didn’t look like she was about to fall asleep on me.
“Oh my god Shay. What did you do to me? I’ve never experienced anything like that.” She rolled towards me, her voice a husky, sexy sound to my ears and my poor neglected cock jerked in response. Clearly Lyla felt my body’s reaction because her eyes dropped briefly to look at me before rising to mine again, a spark of something gleaming in their blue depths.
A hand reached out to caress my cheek. Her fingernails scraping over my neatly trimmed beard. “Now will you fuck me? I want to feel your cock inside me.”
/> Her words were like music to my ears. I dropped my lips to hers, giving her a long, drugging kiss, feeling her body beginning to respond and move closer to mine. Fuck she was perfect. This beautiful woman was the most perfect of women. She was sweet and kind. She was sexy yet innocent. She was incredibly responsive. She- I shook my head, closing off that train of thought when I realised where it was going. One night. It could only ever be one night. It didn’t matter how good it was with Lyla, it would still only be the one night. I wasn’t capable of giving her more than that. I couldn’t be trusted with anything more than that. I wasn’t worthy of anything more than that.
It was time to get back in the game. Time to stop letting this woman mess with my head. It was definitely time to fuck her now and with a perfected lazy grin in her direction I reached into the drawer by the bed and pulled out a condom. Tearing the packet open I rolled it on and turned back to Lyla.
“Get on your hands and knees.” I gave her the command in a quiet but firm voice.
I didn’t like the way this woman unsettled me. It was a feeling quite alien to me. I needed her to realise this was nothing more than a night of casual fucking and one of the best ways to achieve that was to keep this as impersonal as possible. If I couldn’t see her face I could pretend it wasn’t her. If she wasn’t facing me then it would be easier. I frowned at the thought. Easier for who? I hadn’t worked that one out just yet.
Lyla pulled herself up, her body fluid and graceful. The look she shot me showed she was still riding high on the orgasms I’d given her. Her heavy lidded expression causing a tightening in my stomach which I didn’t altogether like. I felt momentarily breathless as if someone had just sucked all the oxygen from the room, so it was a relief when she turned over, presenting the sweet curve of her ass to me.
At the sight of her smooth, flawless skin and the promise of what lay between her legs, I inched forward on my knees until I was behind her. The sight of her before me a temptation I could no longer resist.
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