Heat Waves (6 page)

“Fuck!” Your words and actions are pushing me
over the edge. “I want to come down your throat.”

Your smile widens. “I need to taste your
come.”

Almost as if we rehearsed it, I slide my cock
out of your pussy and you immediately turn around and get on your
knees. An instant later your mouth is around my throbbing head as
your lips glide down my shaft. You reach up with one hand to grab
my ass to pull you onto me while the other makes its way between my
legs and starts playing with my balls. It is such a hedonistic
feeling, I have to close my eyes and focus on the pleasure you are
giving me.

You slide your mouth up as your tongue
focuses on the head. At the same time, your fingertips tickle my
balls, bringing me even closer to the precipice. We both can feel
them tighten up in anticipation of my climax.

I open my eyes and look down at you. Even
with my cock filling your mouth you manage to smile. Your eyes move
from my torso up to my face. Just one look into them is all it
takes.

With only an inhuman grunt as warning, my
balls tighten completely and my cock starts to throb. Before you
can fully prepare yourself, the geyser erupts in your mouth. The
hot come, salty, creamy and tangy, coats the inside of your mouth.
You swallow it, but even as you do so you feel me twitch, and know
that more come will replace it. Jet after jet of come shoots out of
me, until it just dribbles onto your tongue.

I am weak, and as you slide off of me, I find
myself just wanting to float in the cool water of the pool. I slide
in, and you join me as we half sit, half float there, basking in
the afterglow. You rest your head against my shoulder and sigh.
“Thanks for this quick trip to heaven.”

I smile as I anticipate your idea of a long
trip to heaven.

About John
Satisfy

Writing is my passion, and one that I love to share
both in my self-published books and my free stories on my blog.
I’ve honed my craft writing stories for the special women in my
life, and I’ve loved being able to strip away the characters, and
leaving something so much more personal. My stories are fantasies
given voice, given being, allowing the intimacy to be shared. As
much as I would like it to be, writing is not my full time career.
So when I’m not writing, I’m striving to be a supportive husband, a
creative baker, a delicious cook, and an avid traveler. I find a
thrill in traveling, discovering, and exploring that helps
invigorate my life. I really enjoy hearing from my readers, so feel
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Also by John Satisfy

If you liked
A Quick Trip to Heaven
, be sure
to check out
The Ravishing
.

Plot Synopsis: I want you and you are ready to
submit to my wants. The Ravishing documents the night that I came
to visit you, tie you up, and have my way, making you come multiple
times for my pleasure. This is a light Bondage story.

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The Ravishing
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Every day, every damn day, Cole would live
the same routine. Get up, shower, coffee, finger some styling cream
through that gorgeous shaggy black hair of his, dress himself in
one of many designer fitted suits, and head off to his job. Work
would be the same, filled with pointless, boring board meetings
where the company’s director would moan about the rise and fall in
their stocks. After work, he would head to the local watering hole
with some of his work colleagues, possibly pick up one of many
shallow-minded bimbos and have mind-numbing sex, and the process
would begin all over again.

Cole was a handsome man, there was no
doubting that, and the women he normally went to bed with were fair
in the face, slim figured, and mostly blond, but each one lacked
personality. The word dull springs to mind. He was sick of these
vain, easily seduced women, and he craved excitement in his life,
something to break the repetitive schedule he had somehow created
for himself.

It was summer and the heat outside was
unbearable; it was sticky and humid, the sort of air in which you
could literally smell the sweat from every person within a 100 yard
radius. So when both the little and big hand on his watch hit
twelve on Friday afternoon, Cole was almost gasping to taste the
sweet bubbly tang of cider sliding down his throat.
Just the
perfect drink for a searing hot summer’s day
.

Cole hooked his finger into the loop of his
tie and tugged, loosening it from around his neck. He took off his
suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves to his dress shirt as he
headed for the bar to order some lunch; Damon and Adam close
behind. They entered the modern, split-level bar with its stylish,
asymmetrical furnishings and classic 80’s tunes playing quietly in
the background.

Cole leaned his hip casually against the bar
and waited to be served. His eyes grew distant, his mind lost in
the dreaded thought of returning back to work in just under an
hour’s time and working right through until he was back in this bar
again, like a broken record. His thoughts were quickly broken when
he caught a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. When he
brought his eyes back into focus, he turned his head in the
direction of the spark of colour, to find a beautiful girl leaning
over the bar at the far end from where he stood, staring at
him.

Her long, hot red hair flowed in large silky
waves around her pretty face and over her slender shoulders. She
had full, pouting, heart shaped lips, red to match the colour of
her hair, and her long dark lashes framed bright sea-blue eyes. She
had a subtle fifties bad girl look to her, which was complemented
by an elegant feminine tattoo that covered the whole of her right
arm, from shoulder to wrist.

A wickedly, sexy smirk curled onto her lips
and, after retrieving her drink from the bartender, she winked at
Cole and headed off in the opposite direction. Cole was intrigued;
there was a yearning inside him to know more, to meet this girl.
She was everything opposite to what he normally went for in a girl,
and this made her oddly more beautiful and enticing than any other
woman he had ever been with. It was no good, he wouldn’t be able to
concentrate for the rest of the day if he didn’t, at least, get her
name and number.

It was like magic; first she was there
teasing him with her stunning looks and sex appeal, and the next
she was nowhere to be seen. He searched every level of the bar for
the best part of his lunch break. It wasn’t until he finally
admitted defeat, and started to head back towards his friends, that
he heard a female voice call to him from behind.

“Wow, you gave up easily.”

He stopped, frozen in place, as the voice
slid over his body like liquid, physically seducing him as it
seeped into his soul. He spun on his feet to see the red head
standing with her agile hip popped to the side and her arms crossed
over her firm breasts. She was just as breathtaking up close as he
imagined. Her porcelain skin was flawless and glowing, and her aura
gave off a sexy, mischievous vibe, which immediately excited
him.

“I wouldn’t say it was giving up easily; I’ve
been searching for you for about half an hour, and I haven’t even
ordered my food yet. I’m due back at work soon.” He stepped in
closer, drawn to her like a magnet.

“Then screw it off,” she shrugged casually,
as if it meant nothing to her. That it was simply that easy just to
leave work for the rest of the day and say
fuck it
to the
consequences.

If only!

“What? You mean... not go back to work?” he
chuckled, but soon stopped when he noticed she wasn’t laughing. She
glared at him, one eyebrow raised and deadly serious.

“Yeah, why not? Take a risk. Blow off work
for the rest of the day and spend it with me. I’ll show you a good
time, I promise.”

That seductive smirk was back, and Cole felt
his whole body react to it, like a flame rippling right through the
centre of his being.
When was the last time I threw caution to
the wind and went with the flow?
he thought. The petite redhead
registered the struggle in his eyes, and placed a small delicate
hand on his arm. A spark erupted within him, sending a shiver right
down his spine, and in that split second he knew, without a single
doubt, that he wanted to go with her.

“Ok, let’s do it. Let’s get the fuck out of
here,” he demanded, and a cheeky teeth-showing smile blossomed on
her beautiful face.

He linked his hand into hers and tugged her
towards the door, speeding through it as quickly as possible,
fearful of changing his mind.

“Cole, where you going?” he heard his friend
yell.

“Just tell work I went home ill,” he
answered, pushing the door to and stepping out into the hot,
mid-afternoon air with the redhead tottering behind him in her
pink, high heeled, peep toes.

When they reached the parking lot, Cole took
in a long deep breath to calm his ragged breath and pounding heart.
He couldn’t believe what he had just done, had he really just
walked out of work to spend the rest of that day with a complete
stranger? It was all so unnerving, and yet immensely thrilling at
the same time. Never had he imagined anyone would have had this
kind of effect on him in such a short space of time. She seemed
wild and carefree, everything he wished he could be.

“My car is this way,” she nodded and pointed
over her shoulder.

“Where are we going?” he asked as he followed
her towards the most impressive piece of machinery he’d ever seen.
She slid the keys into the lock of a black, 50's convertible
Cadillac, with a red leather interior and the top down.

“Ok, I’m laying down one rule... don’t ask
any questions. Got it?” she smirked, and nodded towards the car,
indicating for him to jump in. There was a single split second of
hesitation before he manoeuvred into the passenger’s side of the
vehicle, but when his eyes looked at her, the panic left his body
and he slid into the car. She slipped the keys into the ignition
and the beast purred to life.

“You ready?” she turned her head in his
direction and wiggled her eye brows in jest.

“I think so.”

The car rolled out of the parking space and
with her attention focused elsewhere, Cole saw this as perfect
opportunity to check out his designated driver. She was slim but
with curves in places that would drive any man insane. Her long,
toned legs were topped with the tiniest denim shorts. She wore a
chequered, sleeveless shirt, which bunched into a bow at her waist,
revealing a smooth, sculptured midriff in the small gap between her
shorts and shirt. Cole felt his hands clench into fists with a
frustrated need to run his hands over her tight, silky skin, to
brush his lips across her stomach and into those provocative
shorts.

“My name is Cole, by the way. What’s yours?”
he asked in a gravelly voice, clearly fighting with his growing
arousal.

“What did I just say about questions?” She
looked over at him with raised eyebrows, slipped on her cat-eye
sunglasses, and smiled sarcastically before pressing her foot down
on the peddle.

They flew down the motorway, the wind
whipping wildly through her luscious, fiery hair. Cole couldn’t
take his eyes off her. She was like a dream come true, mesmerising
him with her alluring beauty and her chemical pull. She leant
sideways and pressed a finger to the button on her radio, and out
came the tune
“Dreamer”
by Livin’ Joy.

“My name’s Victoria, but you can call me
Vicki, and in answering your original question, we are heading
there.” She pointed to her right, and there, in the distance,
between the trees zipping past, stood a colossal fairground with a
towering Ferris wheel and a crazy, high-rising rollercoaster.

It took them almost half an hour to reach the
fairground, and within that time Cole’s imagination had run away
with itself. He watched Vicki’s glossy lips mime along with the
words of the music exuding from the speakers. He longed to see
those beautiful blue eyes looking deeply into his as he pressed his
solid, naked body to hers. To feel the warmth of her skin radiate
against his, to feel the sweat rub between them as he pushed his
shaft inside her. He was so turned on by the thought of this woman
that he had to wait a few seconds before leaving the car, to calm
the erection growing within his trousers.