His Five Night Stand (11 page)

“I usually start slow the first night,” he said, his mouth so close his lips brushed against mine. “But you can tell me what you want, when you want it.”

“I’m okay with slow,” I whispered as he traced a finger along my jaw down my neck lingering along my collar bone, and slowly moving to my cleavage. He untied one of the spaghetti straps of my dress. “You look very hot in this dress,” he said. “So sweet, but sexy too, like you have dirty thoughts running through that amazing mind of yours. It turns me on. You look so strong.”

“You think I look strong?” I asked my chest shaking as I breathed. Never in my life had I been called strong. My right breast exposed, he took his thumb and moved it across the mound of my breast lingering on my nipple. I could feel myself growing hard under his touch. He flicked back and forth rolling my nipple between his fingers. It felt electric, a flash of pain but this deep slow pleasure. I’d never been played with like this before.

“You are a woman, of course you are strong. Look at what you do to me,” And again he took my hand and placed it between his legs. I could feel him hard and throbbing. I inhaled sharply.

“You have so much power. You can make me hard by looking at me, by allowing me to touch you. You are one of the most powerful forces in the world,” he said, removing my hand smiling. “And tonight I want to savor you, I want to explore you.” Then his mouth was against my throat, his tongue sliding over my skin. He untied the other side of my sundress as I stood pushed against the wall. My left breast exposed he played with my nipple just like the right until my tits were hard as rocks, then his mouth was on my right nipple, licking me, teasing me, then ever so slowly biting me as he pressed his body up against mine.

My legs grew weak. I had never known my breasts could be so sensitive. It felt like there were electrical currents running from my breasts to between my legs.

His tongue darting, Theo nibbled and kissed me until finally his mouth opened and he took my breast in his mouth. He was sucking hard, so hard my back arched and I pressed my pussy up against his crotch wanting to ride him.

“Tell me baby,” he said. “I could play with you like this for hours. I’m going to make you come right here, just like this. Will you let me? Can I keep going?” He was breathless and intense.

“Yes, please,” I whispered. I wasn’t used to speaking, not like this, asking for what I wanted was harder than expected, but right now I needed Theo to keep touching me. I wanted to understand what I could do, what his mouth on me could make me feel. I felt an opening up inside of myself; I grew wetter, my body aching for more. I wanted him to fuck me with his lips, to consume me.

I felt energy building deep in my core as the wetness grew and our bodies pressed together. Then he stopped, breathing hard, he took my hands and placed them on either side of my breasts. “Keep them together,” he said. “Please.” Then he licked his finger slowly and slipped his wet fingers between my breasts. “Imagine me inside you,” he whispered in my ear, then he lowered his mouth to my tits and sucked as his finger moved back and forth between my breasts, his crotch pressed against me. He just pressed he didn’t rub against me, it was just this building pressure, the sucking, the pressing and then I felt the energy building inside me.

“Tell me what you want Callie,” he whispered. “Tell me . . .”

“Harder, please,” I said.

He sucked harder and pressed against my pussy as the energy grew until I was teetering on the edge of a place I’d never been.

I pressed his mouth against my breast as I felt myself falling forward, rippling and shaking as an orgasm rocked through my body; my legs buckled and he caught me in his arms and his mouth was on mine. He kissed me while the waves rippled through me.

“How did you do that?” I asked, gasping and shaking. “You made me come with my breasts and that pressure against me . . .” I struggled for the words. “How did you?”

“I didn’t do that,” he said, grinning. “You did. That was all you.”

I felt dizzy and achy with a need I had never felt before. His arms around me still, I leaned back against the wall, my skirt on, my breasts exposed, Theo was still fully clothed. “What about you?” I said, feeling self-conscious. He had to have been with women who knew how to do things. I felt totally overwhelmed and out of my element. “I want to make sure you feel good too, what do you need?” I whispered.

“Don’t worry about me tonight,” he said, his smile breaking into a lazy grin. “My time will come, don’t worry.” He leaned in close his hands grasping the edge of my dress. “Night number one is about you. I have more planned for you.”

“I don’t know if I can come again,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint him. I felt like I was in a new world and I wasn’t sure of the rules. My body was in seriously uncharted waters.

“I don’t think you know what you can do,” he said, grinning. “Stay still,” he said slipping my dress off my shoulders. It dropped to my feet. I stood in front of him in a pair of panties pressed against the wall. I felt exposed, but the way his blue eyes moved up and down my body I had never felt so wanted, so desired.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and his gaze moving up and down my body. He ran his hands from my neck over my breasts and to my pussy cupping me between my legs. He looked up; his eyes locking on mine with an intensity that made me feel unsteady. “Did you know that you make me want to fuck you a hundred different ways? That is how powerful you are.”

He leaned in and kissed me. When we took a breath, Theo stepped away, his hand leaving my body I felt an ache as he moved away from me.

He unbuttoned his shirt as he watched me revealing his muscular chest. He had olive skin and what looked like a long scar across his belly. He moved to his pants, but I reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Let me,” I said. “I want to feel you.

He nodded and closed his eyes as I unbuttoned his jeans. As each button on his fly opened I could feel his cock throbbing against the fabric. He did not want to be contained. I slid his jeans off slowly noticing how his breathing changed.

“I love watching you move,” he said. “Watching you breathe.”

He wore black athletic boxers his enormous cock pushing against the front. My fingers touched the waistband. “Not yet,” he said, taking my hands. “We have five nights, love.”

He led me toward the opened futon laying me on the mattress, my panties still on. “You want to come again beautiful girl?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” I said, pulling his face towards me for a long intense kiss.

Then Theo rolled me onto my side, panties on he used his tongue on my ear, sucking and biting me while he pressed against my clit, never rubbing. I didn’t feel like I was making out with a high school boy who couldn’t figure out how to get me naked. This was erotic, and deliberate. “I’m going to keep your panties on tonight,” he said.

“All right,” I managed, my voice breathless and unsteady.

“I want to show you what your body can do with just the right touch.”

I almost cried out as he sucked on my ear lobe and took the palm of his hand and cupped me between my legs. His hand felt hot and he pressed against me as he bit down slowly on my ear, breathing against me, pressing harder and harder.

“You feel it building,” he said. “I want you to think about your magnificent pussy and how I can’t wait to stick my cock inside you. I am going to fuck you until I explode. I’m going to fill you up with every inch of myself.”

And then I was almost coming again almost crying out but holding back, he slowed down and whispered “Hold it in, hold it in and breathe with me.” I took a breath and felt the energy inside me ebb and flow. His hand against my pussy I felt my clit growing hard, I felt the power between my legs increasing, growing harder, stronger.

His fingers never penetrating me, I imagined my legs spreading, I thought of his dick above me, big and throbbing. As he pressed against me his mouth against my tits again, my legs wrapping around his body, his hard cock pressing up against me, not rubbing just that steady deliberate pressing. I wanted him. I craved the feeling of him driving inside me. I wanted more, I wanted to feel him inside me.

He brought me to the edge of coming, my breath growing deeper and more ragged. I didn’t moan. I was afraid to let out the roar I felt inside. Holding onto my breath he left my pussy and crawled up my body, his mouth finding mine, his tongue sliding inside of me with a gentle hunger. I wrapped my legs around his body hooking myself against him. I could feel his cock against me hard and strong.

“You ready to come again baby,” he said.

“Yes, please. Please.”

“Tell me how this time.”

“Tell you?” My voice almost squeaked.

“You choose. You are in charge. You can come with my mouth on your tits, I can suck you off. I can nibble on your ear and press against your pussy. I can suck on your fingers or your toes and play with your pussy or push my cock against you. You choose, love.”

“I don’t know.”

“But you do know,” he said, grinning devilishly. “I’m going to show you that you do know what you want. I want you to ask me.”

“Your mouth,” I said, my cheeks burning. “Will you put your mouth on my tits and press your cock against me.”

“Of course,” he said, his mouth moving down my body. “What do you imagine when I do this to you?”

“I imagine you . . .”

“What am I doing to you?” he said between kisses, his voice heavy his cock heavier against my skin.

“I imagine . . . I imagine your cock spreading me open, pushing inside me, filling me up.”

“Fuck yes,” He said. Burying his face into my tits, his cock throbbing against my pussy, I wrapped my legs around his body.

“Please more,” I said. “Please.”

“I can’t hear what you want baby,” he said. His mouth sucking against me, his hand on my clit moving in slow circles. “You want this.” He moved faster in faster in circles.

“I want you to make me come,” I said, my voice a whisper again.

“I can’t hear you.”

He rubbed faster, faster. I felt a building heat.

“Make me come. Please make me come.”

“Louder baby, louder.”

And as he sucked my tits, his hand rubbing against my clit, I arched my back and grabbed his body suddenly shaking and shuddering. I screamed as my body shook and shuddered, breathless I collapsed onto the bed, his hand still moving in slow circles. I whimpered as the orgasm slowed, then his lips on my tits he sucked as little ripples moved through me, then to my mouth.

“You just came three times in like thirty minutes,” He said, his lips on my mouth, my cheeks, my closed eye lids.

“Three times? You mean twice.”

“We aren’t done yet.”

“You must let me rest,” I laughed enjoying the feeling of his arms around me, his body pressed up against mine, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me.

“But you are addictive, sweet Callie.” He nibbled against my neck.

“But you haven’t come yet,” I said. “It’s your turn.” I rolled away and ran my hands down his belly tracing the line of hair that started at his belly button.

He smiled at me and interlaced his fingers in mine kissing my hand. “The first night, this is how it goes. I promise you, I am enjoying this.”

I knew I wasn’t supposed to ask questions but hearing him state that this was our first night together, it felt like a formula, a plan. Sure it was a plan I agreed to and so far I had no regrets but I was so curious. “So, is this something you do every time?” I asked softly, wondering if I was pressing my luck. “This is your first night plan. Is it a routine?”

“It’s not a routine, it’s never exactly the same, but I have done this before,” he said.

“With other women?”

“Of course with other women,” he said, leaning over to kiss me. “Don’t tell me you are going to get jealous.”

“No,” I said.

He pulled my comforter off the ground and covered us up.

“I remember the rules, five nights, nothing more,” I said. My hands on his body, I felt my fingers brush against the scar across his belly. He bristled. “What happened to you here?”

“It was an accident,” he said, his body tense. “It happened a long time ago.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I said.

“You aren’t prying, it’s just not why I’m here. I’m not here to tell you my sad stories.”

“So, it’s a sad story?”

“You’ll get that much out of me,” he said, smiling and rolling on top of me.

“Oh my God, I don’t think I can do it again.”

“We are not even naked Callie,” he said. “And you are certainly not done coming tonight.”

“I have had sex before you know,” I said, playfully. He was right; I had never come like this with anyone.

“Oh, I know, and you will have sex with me,” he said.

“I will?”

“Just not yet.”

He rolled onto his back. “Climb on top of me,” he said.

I rolled over and sat on top of him straddling his cock.

“Did you like how your pussy felt?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Show me what felt good. Make yourself come right here. I want to watch.”