Yes! Now that was what I was talking about. I returned to desperately kissing him, my tongue coming out to lick along the seam of his kiss-swollen lips. He groaned into my mouth and I let myself revel in the sound. I liked the thought of such a big and powerful man reacting so viscerally to my actions. It made me feel like some sort of sex kitten, unleashed to wreak havoc across the world.
Or just kiss him some more.
That second one seemed much more plausible, so I really gave it my all, letting myself revel in the heat and rising tension between us. I couldn’t believe that he was holding my considerable frame like it was nothing, manhandling me in the best way possible.
I could feel that he was fumbling around with something and I pulled away long enough to see that he was struggling to get his key card in the hotel door.
Oh right. We were in the wedding inn that was for the bridal party and guests. I didn’t even really remember getting there. We had finished dancing and then he’d gotten me the drink he promised, and I’d finished my food. We’d ended up laughing and talking and having a generally great time until the Macarena came on which of course we had to get up and dance to.
But after that my feet were really hurting so he’d gotten me another drink and himself one too and then things started to get fuzzy.
Not that I minded not really knowing the finer details. They weren’t important. What was important was that I was exactly where I wanted to be, and I wasn’t so sloppy that I didn’t know what I was doing. Sure, there was some part of my mind that told me I might regret what I was about to do in the morning, but that was a problem for future Amber. At the moment, I was only really concerned with horny Amber getting her way.
Finally, he got the door open and carried me in. Thankfully his room was just a single, so he strode right over to the bed and threw me down onto it. I bounced twice, laughing giddily, and soon he was kneeling over me.
“God, you’re so hot,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to my middle. He trailed up my body, leaving wonderful, burning little presses of desire up my torso until he buried his face in my cleavage.
He was there for an awfully long time, his hands gliding up my body with just enough pressure to be perfect. Then his fingers reached my breasts, squeezing them together to cover his face further.
“Hey, you sure you can breathe down there?” I asked, feeling warmer and warmer by the second. But in the best way possible. I wanted to be roasted like a marshmallow, all burned up and toasty and delicious.
Mmm, marshmallow. What I wouldn’t give for a s’more!
But then Mickey’s thick fingers found my nipples through my dress and bra, caressing them through the fabric, then rolling in circles. I arched upwards into him, wanting more. Demanding more.
“Impatient?” he teased, and I could feel his lips move against my skin. He was driving me crazy and it didn’t even seem like he was trying that hard, just that playing me like a fiddle came naturally to him.
“Mickey,” I writhed under him, pushing myself up into his hands. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He sounded far too pleased with himself, but I was past the point of caring. I wanted to be lost in all the illicit pleasures he was giving me. I wanted more intensity, more pressure, until the thunder cloud that was building in my abdomen finally released in a glorious eruption.
His hands found the clasp at the top of my dress and peeled it downwards, surprisingly delicate considering all the strength that I knew were in those powerful limbs of his. I wiggled back and forth, helping him out, and soon I was in just my underwear, absurdly pleased with myself for having worn a matching set for once.
“Dear Lord…” he whispered again, making me feel all sorts of hot, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I sat up enough to crash my lips to his again, tugging urgently at his clothes. I wanted them gone, but there were so many buttons! Why were there so many buttons?
My fingers worked through them urgently while his own hands went to his pants, unbuckling the belt and whipping it towards the wall. He had to stand up for him to push them down his thighs and kick them off, but as soon as he was kneeling down again, I was tearing his shirt off.
I was pretty sure I heard a seam pop, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything I had wanted in ages. Everything about him was delicious, as if he had been made just for me.
Or maybe I was a bit more drunk than I thought. I normally was never so sappy. So caught up in my emotions.
He settled over me and I yanked my bra up over my head. He let out a pleased sound and his mouth closed around my nipple immediately, sending pure pleasure radiating through me. I arched up into him, but that just let one of his hands slide below the curve of my spine, yanking me to him and pressing my center right against his freed length.
He certainly wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Not at all. I could feel him along all of me and even see his swollen, weeping head poking out over my lightly trimmed mound. I couldn’t be sure without a ruler, but I was pretty sure he was bigger than anybody else I’d ever had.
Oh boy.
Oh boy.
His free hand, the one not smashing me to him in the best way possible, slid between my legs. He let me down just enough for his fingers to find the crotch of my panties and yank them to the side.
“God, yes. Touch me,” I gasped, letting my thighs fall open as his thick digits gently, oh so gently, slid along me.
It was torture, his light, exploring caressing. I wanted more. I wanted heat and pressure. I wanted him to tear into me and leave marks for me to remember him by.
“I need to get you ready. I want this to be good for you.” He leaned down again and laved his tongue up my neck before biting gently into the flesh there. It was just enough on the border of pleasure-pain that I could feel my body respond to him viscerally, becoming slick enough to almost be embarrassing.
“That’s my girl. I’ve been dreaming of this since…”
“Huh?” I asked, his words slipping away from me like water. He’d been dreaming of what?
“Nothing,” he said, his teeth nibbling along my chin. Before I could question him further, his fingers finally slid into me and my hips bucked right up off the bed.
“Fuck, yes!” I cried, still to tipsy to make very good dirty talk. And wow, I was quickly growing drunk on his expert ministrations, tension building up in me like a geyser.
His fingers crooked inside of me, finding that spot up against my pelvic bone that I didn’t know would make sparks fly behind my eyes. But that’s exactly what it did, and I found myself bucking up into him.
“I’m ready,” I cried out, feeling sweat start to pepper my body. “I’m ready right now.”
“No, shhh,” he mumbled, lips everywhere on me. “Can you come for me first? I want you to do that.”
“No,” I whined, wanting him inside me without waiting another second. Apparently, alcohol made me spoiled, who knew. “I want you now.”
His hand supporting me slid out from behind my back and instead pressed down on the softness of my lower stomach. Something about the pressure there made me feel the movement of his fingers that much more intensely and I let out a wanton gasp.
“There you go. Come for me and then I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“But I want you.”
“Then you’ll have me. I promise.”
I let out another mewl, and his mouth found my other nipple, his tongue rasping against it. At the same time, his thumb shifted to rest right against my clit, and he pressed it in three quick circles.
All of my muscles tensed almost to the point of pain, then released suddenly, throwing me into the most intense orgasm that I could remember. I tried to buck up against him, a strained cry escaping my throat, but his hand on my belly held me fast while his fingers continued to work me through my entire climax.
“Fuck, Mickey, fuck!”
“That’s it, baby girl, scream my name.”<
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And I did scream it, letting myself feel every drop of pleasure and ecstasy with utter abandon. I loved it. I loved it even if I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I could only white-knuckle hold on as paradise itself washed over every bit of me.
When I came back down from my trip to heaven, Mickey was shifting his weight. I blinked at him, happy and sated, but my interest perked right back up when I saw him line up his manhood with my wet, wet center.
“Relax for me, baby,” he murmured, shifting forward.
Wow.
Oh wow.
Even with my orgasm and his thorough readying, I could still feel my vagina protesting to the stretch of him. For a moment there was an unpleasant pinch-burn, but Mickey stilled almost instantly.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
I nodded, wiggling a little and letting my thighs fall open as far as they could go. “Yeah. I just need a minute.”
“Take all the time that you need,” he practically growled into the side of my neck, making my entire body gear right back up again. “I could be inside of you forever.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice?” I murmured back, feeling excitement circumvent the unpleasantness that had been flooding me just moments earlier. “I think I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
I nodded and he slid forward carefully, bit by bit, until he was fully sheathed inside of me.
Yes.
Now that was what I had been waiting for. I felt so full, almost to bursting, and it was satisfying everything I had been craving. But at the same time, there was so much more in store for me and that thrill was everything.
He must have felt my body comply to his entrance because suddenly he was moving in a frenzy against me, hips slamming into me over and over again. The drag of him pulling out of me punctuated by his hard-thrust back in was the perfect rhythm and all I could do was hold on for everything that I was worth.
The pleasure built up inside of me quickly, or maybe it didn’t. Time seemed slipshod and uncanny, twisting this way and that as Mickey showed me exactly how powerful his musculature made him. His lips pressed into me everywhere while his hands were at either of my hips, fingers pressing in so hard I knew that I would have prints of them in the morning.
That idea was just as intoxicating as the alcohol I had drank and I let my head fall back, moans pouring out like I was in my own personal porno. But I wanted him to hear. I wanted him to know exactly how much I appreciated everything that he was doing.
“I’m close,” he gasped into my neck, sounding almost pained. “Think you can come for me again?”
I shook my head desperately. “I’m not there yet.”
Hey, I was nothing if not honest.
“That’s okay. You’ll make it.”
Once more, I didn’t have time to ask him what he meant, because two of his fingers went to either side of that sensitive button of nerves at my apex and rolled it between them.
“Yes, there! There!”
He listened, because of course he did, but at the same time he shifted his hips, changing his angle within me. It didn’t take long with the overwhelming counterpoints of sensation for another orgasm to rip through me, this one even more blinding than the last.
“Mickey!”
My body practically bowed in two, breasts pointed towards the sky as I drowned in my own gratification. He was not long after me, pounding into my welcoming body with abandon until letting out a cry.
He gave a few more short, hard thrusts then stilled, holding himself like he was shocked at exactly what was happening. It took me longer to come down than him, but when we were both lucid -well, kinda- he flopped over to the side.
“My God,” he whispered, reaching over to stroke my face as I rolled to face him. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“Hey, I could say the same about you.”
I felt properly boneless and thoroughly fucked, content to just lay there. But I realized, as my body began to cool, that I was about to lose the pleasant tipsiness that I had been enjoying so much.
I frowned ever so slightly. I was having so much fun, I didn’t want it to end. But then I saw an opportunity behind Mickey, and I got up with a grunt.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked.
Aww, he sounded so concerned. That was cute. But I just shook my head and crossed over to the minibar tucked in the corner, grabbing some of the small bottles.
“Nah man, you have me for the night, so let’s toast, shall we?”
He tilted his head back and let out that rich, rumbling laugh that I loved so much. “I’ll drink to that.”
5
Mickey
Normally I woke up feeling sore, because I either had been training for a fight or I was recovering from a fight. But when my eyes cracked open, aside from being wickedly thirsty, I found myself feeling better than I had in ages.
I let out a borderline cartoonish yawn as I stretched, feeling like a million bucks as my mind replayed everything that had happened the previous day and confirmed it wasn’t some cruel wet dream.
I wasn’t normally one for semi-drunk liaisons, but in the middle of all our talking and dancing, Amber had started to get a little handsy. People could call me weak, but once she batted her eyelids at me and started laying it on the lines, I couldn’t resist.
Of course, I asked her almost a dozen times if she was sure. While she seemed coherent enough to be making her own decisions, one could really never know. I didn’t want to end up as some shadowy memory that she couldn’t remember agreeing to or not, after all. I’d pitch myself off a cliff before doing anything like that to her.
But even with all my questions -or maybe because of- Amber had made her enthusiasm entirely known. She had almost devoured my face on the way to my hotel room, her hands yanking and pushing against my clothes like she could will them off.
And then she’d been splayed across, auburn hair shining against the pale sheets, looking so flushed and wanton because of me. I couldn’t resist making her come once around my fingers and then again around my cock.
Mmm, thinking about how she clenched down so sweetly on me, hips bucking and body trembling, made my body crave her all over again. Rolling over, I went to sling my arm around her waist, intending to nestle my morning wood in the cleft of her pale ass.
Except she wasn’t there.
My eyes snapped open and I sat up with a start. Where was she? Looking down at the bed, it seemed like it had been empty for a while, and when I reached over to the spot she had been, it was entirely cold.
Maybe she was in the bathroom? Sure, the details were very fuzzy after we started raiding the minibar, but I was pretty sure that we’d gotten smashed. So smashed that it was incredible that I didn’t have a hangover.
I got up and walked over to the bathroom, hoping to hear running water, but there was nothing. Gently, I pushed the door open and it gave without resistance, revealing a completely empty room.
How disappointing.
It was hard not to feel my mood crash and the tiniest bit of a hangover start to seep in. What was that my trainer was always telling me? Of yeah, I needed to look on the positive side of things. Well, I was going to try to be positive that I’d had a one-night stand with the girl of my dreams. How many people could say that?
I let out a dry, dry chuckle and rubbed my face. As reality set it, I began to think that maybe a shower wasn’t that bad of an idea. But then I noticed something felt off about the motion and I looked down at my hand.
I was wearing a ring.
Why was I wearing a ring?!
I stared at my thick fingers, utterly shocked at the thick, golden band that was sitting right there. That was a wedding ring if I ever saw one. But the issue was, I’d never seen it before.
…how drunk had we gotten the previous night exactly?
Suddenly I was faced with a dilemma I never thought I would. It wasn’t that I was against the institution of marriage. It was just tha
t I definitely wasn’t at the point in my life where getting married was that much of a priority for me. I had my career going and building, and I travelled all the time. Sure, I wouldn’t mind a relationship, but a relationship and marriage were two entirely different boats.
My phone! I needed my phone.
I patted my thighs where my pockets would normally be before remembering I was naked. Oh, right. Perhaps I was still a little bit left-over tipsy from the previous night.
Alright, so I just needed to find my pockets. Which would be in my pants. Which were… ah, on the floor about as far away from the bed as they could get. I guess I had disrobed myself a little overenthusiastically.
Oh well, Amber hadn’t seemed to mind.
Grabbing the errant article of clothing, I yanked my phone up only to stare at my screen. I didn’t have Amber’s number. I used to, way, way back in the day, but then she had switched networks and I’d changed my own number when my star started to rise, so things got lost in the shuffle. And I’d deleted most of my social media anyways, since it was more trouble than it was worth, so we weren’t connected that way either.
I stared at the screen way longer than I should have, trying to think of a way that kept whatever happened between us, but I kept coming up empty. And for some reason, it felt like there was a timer above my head, slowly ticking down to something awful. I needed to get in touch with Amber so we could figure it all out.
Dreading everything, I went through my contacts and called up Michelle.
“Hey Big Bro, how ya feeling?”
Her tone struck something in me instantly and I felt my suspicions flare. “Why are you asking like that?”
“No reason. Just maybe I kinda saw you leave the wedding arm in arm with a certain stunt woman you’ve been crazy for since we were kids.”
“What, you saw that?”
“Bro, you’re almost six and a half feet tall, she’s almost six feet and you both walk around like gladiators. You kinda stick out.”
Oh. I supposed that made sense.
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