His Five Night Stand (18 page)

He threw me down on the bed, my dress half up.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his eyes locking on mine.

“I want your mouth on me,” I said. “I want you to taste me. I want your fingers in my pussy. I want you to make me moan.”

The words poured out of me without embarrassment, without judgment. I wanted what I wanted, and I would no longer be ashamed to ask for what I needed.

He gave me a half-smile and his breathing deepened as he dropped to his knees, his face between my legs. He parted my lips with his fingertips, his mouth pressing against my clit sucking and kissing. I cried out as a wave of pleasure rolled through me, my hands sliding over my breasts. I pinched my nipples as his tongue pressed against me.

“I love how you taste,” he said, licking me and nibbling as he inched my dress up with one hand. “You taste like sex. You make me want to fuck.”

I moaned feeling the energy building between my legs. “More, more . . . I need more . . .”

“Wait love” he said, the kisses between my legs softening. “Open your eyes.”

I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. I opened and watched as he stood and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it to the floor. He slid off his black dress pants and stood before me in his boxers. He moved to take them off as well.

“No, let me,” I said, sitting up. I scooted towards him, my legs wrapping around him, my face against his chest. I licked and kissed him running my fingers down the line from his belly button. I slid his black boxers off revealing his enormous hard cock. I pushed him forward and dropped to my knees in front of him holding his hardness between my fingers. He throbbed, his skin hot, a drop of cum rising to the surface as I ran my fingers up and down. “This is mine tonight,” I said. Leaning forward, I licked his shaft slowly. “Tonight you are mine.”

“Yes,” he said, his voice husky. “I’m yours.”

I could see his ass in the mirror behind us, my hands on his hips as I moved him in and out of my open mouth. “I want to watch,” I said, moving his body slightly so I could watch his cock slide in and out of my lips. Seeing us together was intoxicating. I sucked on his shaft and cradled his balls with my hands. His eyes closed, his head rolled back and I saw how his hips pushed into me, his body relaxing and channeling every bit of energy he had into my mouth. I moved faster and faster, pulling him in so deeply I thought I might choke but I wanted to taste him, I needed this.

Suddenly his hands on my shoulders, he breathed and stood still. “Not yet. Not yet,” he said, pulling back.

“I’m wearing too many clothes,” I said. I laughed and moved towards him standing next to him on the carpet at the edge of the bed, the mirror framing us. He turned me around, his fingers on the zipper of my dress. He’d hiked it over my hips, but now he pulled it down, sliding it off my body over my breasts. It dropped to the ground at my feet. I moved to take my shoes off.

“Don’t,” he said, grabbing my hand. “Look at yourself.”

I was completely naked wearing a ridiculously high pair of silver heels. I looked sexy. I looked dirty. I looked like a woman who was about to be fucked and I loved it.

“Fuck me in these heels,” I said, turning towards him.

“I’m going to fuck you in your heels, out of your heels. In this bed, on the floor,” he murmured his mouth against my ear, on my neck, my lips. His hard cock pressing against my body.

“Sounds tiring,” I whispered.

“I’ve been thinking about being inside of you from the moment we met.”

“I want you now.” I took his hand and crawled onto the bed pulling him on top of me. My pussy throbbed and ached for him. We kissed, his hands on my tits as we rolled on the bed. I spread my legs wrapping them around his waist. I could feel the heat of his cock against my wetness. I pushed down wanting to feel him inside me, needing it.

“I want you to watch,” he said, his hand under the small of my back, he lifted me up so we were across the bed towards the edge. He kissed me turning my head towards the mirror. “Watch us,” he said. “I want you to see what you do to me.”

He pulled back and I could see his enormous cock in front of him, pointing towards me. Then he reached into the nightstand pulling out a condom and quickly sheathed himself.

“Now give it to me,” I whispered, my breathing shallow. “Please give it to me.”

My legs spread. I arched my back as he leaned down to suck my nipples. I kept my eyes open as he sucked on me while his hand rubbed against my clit, then he moved my legs against his chest.

His cock pressed between my legs. He leaned forward and slid inside me slowly, first the tip. I felt myself opening up, then deeper, wider. I was so wet there was no resistance. I felt a stretching and widening deep inside as he pushed into me filling me up. I gasped. I had never been taken by someone so big and wide. He stayed totally still and I breathed feeling him inside me, this moment, this connection, our bodies fused together.

“You ready,” he whispered. “Do you feel this, this energy between us?”

“I feel it. I’m ready,” I said, moaning.

Legs still against his chest, he rocked forward, sliding in and out of me. I watched in the mirror, the sight of his cock penetrating me was so erotic, so sexual. I felt the heat building in me way too fast. I moaned as he caressed me from the inside, slowly, deeply.

Then he moved faster, harder.

“More,” I whispered.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice ragged. I had closed my eyes without realizing it and looked up to see him staring at me, his eyes a mix of lust and need.

“I need more,” I said, reaching for him. I opened my legs wider, pulling him on top of me. The weight of him against my clitoris was so intense. He rubbed against me as he pushed inside. I gasped and grabbed his ass wanting him deeper.

“Fuck me,” I said, pulling him closer. “Fuck me hard.”

I kept my eyes open as he pounded against me, always rubbing against my clit, I could feel the pressure growing. Then he arched his back, his mouth on my tits, he sucked as he pulled out a bit, then drove into me again. I could feel him controlling the rhythm trying not to move too quickly. Then the energy shifted and I felt my body take control of our pace, with my hands on his ass, I pulled him towards me, legs locking around his waist. “Like this,” I said, rocking against him, arching up, my body tensing up with every push.

Again and again he hammered against me until I felt the shaking in my core and an orgasm rocked through me so hard I screamed, my fingers digging into his back. He kept moving. I gasped laughing. “Did you, did you?”

“Not yet,” he said smiling. “But you are making it difficult.” He flipped me over. My ass up, he raised my body up and slid inside me from behind. I opened up so easily my body still tingling from the orgasm. I watched in the mirror feeling myself grow even wetter if that was possible, my tits hard, and my breathing shallow. I watched as his rock hard cock slid in and out of me, his hands on my waist.

“Tell me want you want,” he said, as he pulled my hips back and forth sliding me on his shaft.

“I want to feel you in deep, I want to see your gorgeous cock,” I said, moving with him faster and faster. He leaned over me, his hand reaching around my waist and rubbing against my pussy as he pushed inside of me. He kissed my back as his cock slid inside me, and his fingers against me.

Faster, faster, again, and again I felt myself coming. “Again,” I said, “I’m coming again.” I took a breath willing my body to slow.

“On the floor,” I said, leaning forward so he slid out of me.

He nodded and lifted me up sliding his cock into my pussy. I gasped at the sensation. I could feel the orgasm teasing me. I was at the brink of coming again. Carrying me to the soft white carpet directly in front of the mirror, he dropped to the floor, raising me up for a moment only to slide me back onto his throbbing shaft. My legs wrapped around him, my breasts pressed against him, our mouths on each other we rocked back and forth. We were so close to the mirror that I felt as though I were outside of myself watching us make love.

Was this making love? The thought flew through my mind so quickly I pushed it aside. This was sex, raw and powerful, this was fucking. This was beautiful, fucking beautiful. We were making love, the most fucking beautiful love I’d ever felt.

“You’re in control, love,” he said. “Take me. I’ll come with you this time.”

And I felt the energy shift back to me. I moved against him the way I wanted to. Eyes open, I watched us in the mirror. I had never felt so intimate and so fucking hot at the same time. I pushed him back so I could straddle him, my tits dangling over his body. When I wanted to I lifted up long enough for him to take me in his mouth before sliding my legs around him again, feeling the whole of him inside me.

“No stopping this time,” I said, my voice ragged and deep with need. “No stopping, do you feel this? Do you feel this?” I heard my voice and wondered who I was, I sounded so out of control but I wasn’t self-conscious. I felt like a woman about to lose her mind.

Theo moaned, his eyes closing and back arching. His hand gripped my hips as I rode him harder, faster, and then the waves started. I screamed arching back as he grabbed my hips and pulled me deeper onto his cock, I could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside me in waves that seemed to go on and on. We collapsed against each other, his cock inside me shaking, my pussy throbbing and aching. I collapsed against his chest.

“Nobody has ever made me feel like that,” I said. “How did you do that?”

“Me?” he said. “That was you, all you.” Kisses on my face, my neck, I moaned as he pulled out of me. I felt an emptiness without him inside. He pulled me close, nestling my head against his neck and kissed my forehead.

“So, that’s night three,” I said, feeling a mix of regret and grief that I couldn’t bear. “I can’t imagine what you are going to do to me on nights four and five. I have to tell you I think I’m cured.”

“The night’s not over,” he said, rolling on top of me.

“I seriously need a minute,” I said, laughing. “As much as I’d love to do that again.”

His arms on either side of me, his cock erect above me. “I’ll give you a minute,” he said, winking. “But only a minute.” He lay down beside me. “One. Two. Three. A minute is sixty seconds you know . . .”

“You’re counting,” I laughed.

“I don’t want this night to be over,” he said, his voice serious.

“Then don’t let it end,” I said, turning to look at him. Not in the mirror this time, but really looked at him. His pale blue eyes on me, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something in response. A thousand things ran through my mind. Maybe we could break the rules. Would a sixth or seventh night be that bad? Did he feel the energy I felt? Surely this was more than just an experiment, but I had to be okay with things the way they were, right?

“Hey, you made the rules and I agreed to them,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “At least we have two more nights. I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“Yes, two more,” he said, a weariness in his voice that I didn’t understand.

We fell asleep and I woke to his lips on my neck gently kissing me. Our bodies still slick with sweat, he took my hand and wordlessly led me across the room toward his bathroom. The room was all black and white tiles with an oversized shower and bright chrome fixtures. It had clearly been updated in the last few years unlike my antique bath.

“It’s late for a shower,” I whispered.

“I want you in water,” he said, opening a drawer he took out a book of matches and lit a series of candles on the black tile countertop. He turned on the shower and dimmed the lights. Steam filled the room. It was so sensual and sexy I didn’t want to speak.

Theo took my hand.

“This way, love,” he said, opening the wide glass door. We stepped into the shower. My body ached from wanting him, it was so beautiful and so gut wrenchingly sexy. I could feel myself growing wet before a drop of water hit my skin.

Theo kissed me softly as the warm water covered us. “You are mixing me up Callie,” he said, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his hands moving to my tits and between my legs.

“Is that a good thing?” I asked between kisses. “It feels good to me.”

“I want to know you,” he said. “I want to know every part of you. Where you spend your days, what you dream at night.”