Shine Not Burn (12 page)

Standing in the middle of the room near the bottom of the bed, he unbuttoned his jeans, slowly and carefully revealing an almost painful-looking erection.
 
It was like Christmas morning and my birthday all rolled into one, the way his gift was revealed to me for my pleasure only.

My eyes widened at the sight of it.
 
Sweet Jesus, he’s hung.
 
That’s some kind of magic, the way he somehow fits that thing into those pants.

He pulled the jeans off the rest of the way from the bottom, dropping them on the floor next to him.

“No underwear,” I said, still staring at his midsection.
 
I couldn’t think of anything else to say, save,
My god, you have a huge cock …
but that didn’t seem like the smoothest of moves, so I stuck with the basics.

“Too restricting,” he said, coming towards me, his girth and hardness on display right at eye-level from my position on the bed.

I moved closer to the edge, dropping my legs over the side, fascinated by the size and shape of him.
 
I became wet just imagining his length moving into me.
 
The vision of it sent shock waves of desire though my body.
 
I used to think foreplay was a really big deal, but I would have skipped all of it tonight and gone right to the heart of the matter without a backward glance.
 
But then I saw his cock again and I just had to touch it.
 
I reached out to take it in my hand, looking up at him to gauge his response.

His eyes were smoldering and his expression so serious, it would have been frightening if I wasn’t so turned on and convinced of his attraction to me.
 
I felt powerful and in control.
 
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Whatever you want to give.”
 
He voice was gravelly, thick with desire.

His jaw muscles clenched when I moved my hand experimentally, first stroking down towards the base and then up again to the tip with the lightest of touches.
 
I didn’t yet know if he was one of those men who like the light touch or preferred a firmer grip, but I was sure going to find out.
 
A small flick of my tongue on the tip had him jerking slightly in response with an inward hiss of breath.

“Jesus,” was all he managed to say before he closed his eyes.

I turned small circles of my tongue on his head to wet it down and then took him in my mouth as he rested his fingertips on my shoulders.
 
I felt his fingers digging in a little as I did the one thing I knew I was really good at in the bedroom.
 
I guess there’s a benefit to dating a bunch of selfish losers … it sure teaches a girl how to give a good blowjob.

His hips began to move in time with my rhythm, and his breaths came faster.
 
I had my hand between his legs, fondling his balls.
 
The way they were jerking up and then relaxing with every stroke of my lips, I knew if I kept it up for too much longer he’d be a mess, beyond rational thought and putty in my hands.
 
The thought had no sooner crossed my mind then he pushed me back and pulled himself out of my mouth.
 
My lips curved into a smile at the animal lust I saw in his expression.

“I need to taste you,” he said in a half-growling voice.
 
He pushed me back on the bed and dropped to his knees between my legs.
 
They were hanging awkwardly off the edge and I wanted to move back, but I didn’t have time.
 
I started to say something but stopped when his mouth was suddenly on me, without preamble and with almost no warning.
 
One second I was recovering from a tired jaw and the next I had this man’s beautiful face buried between my legs, working some kind of crazy magic on me.

“Oh my god,” I said, sounding almost like I was crying.
 
The sensations that rocketed up from between my legs to my heart and brain and every other part of me were like nothing I’d ever felt before.
 
A long, low moan escaped my throat and I arched my lower back, pushing myself into him, silently begging for more.

His tongue slipped inside me and did something that made me twitch with pre-orgasm excitement.
 
A finger came up to replace his tongue while his mouth went up to my most sensitive of places and very gently, very softly made slow circles and up and down motions.
 
I lifted my legs and shamelessly put them over his shoulders, using the leverage to get myself closer to his amazing mouth.

He took to the invitation eagerly, moaning himself as his movements came faster and harder.
 
Normally I would have passed on this kind of approach, but I was completely and utterly gone.
 
I’d fallen into a sexual vortex that had taken over every ounce of shame or fear that might have tried to rear its ugly head.
 
I wanted to spread my legs as wide as they could go and feel every single bit of what he was doing to me.
 
Andy the slut was in the house.

He moaned, a deep rumble against my most sensitive parts, sending delicate vibrations shooting up into the core of me and making me gasp with surprise and pure wanton joy.
 
I could feel the wave coming … the one that would take me to a higher place, the end of our wild ride.
 
I desperately wanted the satisfaction, but then again I didn’t want it … not yet.
 
I wanted the pleasure to last all night.

“You’re close,” he said, his tongue not stopping but his hand drawing away.
 
He rested both palms on my stomach.
 
They were warm and spanned my body’s width.
 
He stroked my skin and reached up to take both breasts in his hands, pinching the heavy nipples and making me cry out again.
 
I strained against every part of him, needing more of all of it.
 
I was greedy and totally shameless.

“Yes,” I cried, breathing heavily and moaning.
 
I couldn’t help it.
 
Everything was spinning out of control.

“I want to come when I’m inside you,” he said huskily.

“Yes.
 
Please, Mack.
 
Come inside.” Rational thought was gone.
 
All I wanted was to feel him filling me completely, to enjoy the sensation of his cock stretching me to the limit.
 
He was way bigger than any man I’d ever been with before, and I welcomed the new experience with open arms and open legs.

Suddenly he was gone from between my legs and I heard a condom wrapper tearing.
 
Then he was suspended above me with stiff arms, his palms planted on the bed at my sides.
 
One of them slipped under my waist and dragged me closer to the top of the bed.
 
I ran my hands up the bulging muscles of his forearms and biceps and snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.
 
I reveled in the smell of our passion on his mouth.

His hard length pushed against me, begging to come inside as he lowered his body to mine.
 
We kissed and tasted each other’s tongues, the passion still as strong as it had been when he was between my legs.

I reached a hand down along with one of his, and together we guided the head of his erection over to my opening.
 
I was completely ready for him.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

It seemed like a crazy question considering where our mouths had just been, but I guess he was just one of those guys who put the actual act of sex up on a different pedestal.
 
“Yes, I’m sure,” I said between tongue-heavy kisses, certain I wasn’t risking anything.
 
The cocktails probably had a lot to do with it, but I didn’t care one bit.
 
The passion had overruled any ounce of common sense I might have had, which explained what this sexy stranger who I’d just met was doing in my room right now.
 
“Just put it in me, please.”
 
I was begging but I didn’t care.
 
Shameless would be my new middle name.

At first, there was some resistance, my folds so heavy with passion they were blocking his entry.
 
He reached down once more to move the tip around, guiding it in slowly with an expert hand.

I cried out, spreading my legs and pushing my hips forward, urging him to come in deeper.

“Mmmm, just be patient,” he said, a devilish smile forming under my kisses.

“I can’t,” I begged, “please.”

He slid into me just the slightest bit more and then pulled out, deftly avoiding my attempts at getting him to go in deeper.

“You’re teasing me,” I said, waiting breathlessly for his next move.
 
I both loved and despised what he was doing to me.

He pushed the head in a little farther this time.
 
Leaving it there for a few seconds, he moved his hips in a small circle and then pulled back again.
 
It was like he was dipping into a honey pot or something, just getting a taste and giving a taste and then disappearing.
 
It was maddening and delicious.

“You’re evil,” I said, putting my hands on his hips.
 
I was prepared to do whatever necessary to get him to do this thing all the way, including forcing him down on top of me.

“Oh yeah?
 
You really think so?”
 
He pushed into me, stopping when he was halfway in.
 
He pulsed himself in and out in short little strokes before pulling out again.

“Yes.
 
I really, really think so,” I said, breathing fast as I anticipated his next move.
 
I squirmed with anticipation, making myself mad with the not-knowing.
 
Would this be it?
 
Would this be the time he went in all the way, deep?

“Yesssss…,” I hissed out as he slowly buried his full length into me.
 
It just kept going and going, making me think for a few crazy seconds that it wasn’t going to stop.
 
I put my hands on his ass and pushed him in as far as he’d go, grinding myself into his lower abdomen and crying out with the sensations it created.
 
Moving my hips in circles and bucking against him while he was buried inside me was what did it; it’s what started me on the road to nowhere and everywhere all at once.

He drew himself out with agonizing slowness and then began the tortue all over again, burying himself to the hilt and pausing for several seconds before pulling out again in a dizzying stroke of pure sex, pure animal need.
 
Over and over, I pushed against him while pulling his rear end down, forcing him to go deep, to increase his rhythm and give me the friction I needed.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” he said, gritting his teeth with the effort of holding back.
 
“Holy sh … God, that feels so good.”
 
He finished sentence almost out of breath.
 
“How are you doing that?”

I had no idea what he was talking about.
 
All I knew was that a monster tidal wave of an orgasm was headed my way, and I was fully prepared and looking forward to drowning in it.
 
The alcohol should have made this impossible; it should have made me insensitive and numb, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect.
 
Or maybe it was just him.
 
I’d never been with a man so amazingly sexy in all my life.

His strokes came harder and stayed deeper.
 
My sensitive nub took the pounding of his body with pleasure.
 
I welcomed it, meeting his every thrust with one of my own.
 
Our rhythm was wild, untamed, raw … a completely new experience in my carefully scripted life.
 
His grunts and gasps of barely controlled excitement mirrored my own rising tide of passion.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” he said, sounding angry and carried away by his lack of control.

It was a combination of his loss of control and the sensation of being filled with him that did it to me.
 
The sensations that had been building rushed me all at once, taking me completely by surprise.
 
I started yelling, crying, and gasping, with zero control over what my body was doing.
 
I dug my fingernails into his back, not paying attention to what I was doing to his skin.
 
I just didn’t want to fall into the dark abyss that was calling out to me, worrying that once I was there, I’d never be able to get back.
 
Mack would keep me safe.
 
He’d keep me from drowning.

And then, when he shouted loudly and pushed into me with several short, sharp strokes, I fell;
 
I fell into the velvet darkness that was swirling around inside my head.
 
The sensation was entirely welcome.
 
With this man filling me and pleasing me with every inch of his body, I had no other option.

Time stood still as we took the thrilling ride to the very top and then coasted down to earth again.
 
The clock only began to tick again when our orgasms had totally played out.

Our bodies had melded together; I could feel every inch of him, even as he lost some of his hardness.
 
He collapsed on top of me and rested his face on the pillow next to my head.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, the small wisp of his breath tickling my ear.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly yet.

He pushed into me just a little.

I yelped with the shock that went through me.

He chuckled.
 
“A little sensitive?”