Chapter 1
Lexi
I hate using Tinder. There’s something that’s just so depressing about on-line dating. Swipe left, swipe right, and the faces start blurring together. My hopes are always high in the beginning, only to come crashing down after five minutes.
Despite that, I was hoping luck would find me late on this Sunday night. The guy that I was meeting, according to his Tinder profile, was Ryan Payne. He was supposedly twenty-six, with dark hair, azure eyes, and he liked to keep his body in good shape. I say “supposedly” because you never know if you’re getting trolled. Maybe Ryan was actually a twelve year-old boy living down the street who was pranking people for fun.
But Ryan looked like a dream on his profile at least. He was built, with solid muscles, and towered over his friends in the one group photo he’d posted. Nice. I like tall, big men … especially if they have cocky smiles.
Plus, we’d been talking frequently ever since connecting about a week ago. He was like me: a Los Angelino focused on building a career. One big reason why I’d swiped right was because he was employed by the magazine industry, just like me. However, whereas I had a stable job, Ryan was unfortunately hopping from place to place. I was a little self-conscious about our age gap—I was thirty to his twenty-six—but considering he’d been awfully flirty with me since we matched, I didn’t worry too much.
I arranged to have our Tinder date at a hotel bar in downtown L.A. Maybe we’d have some drinks, chat for a bit, and if things went well, we could get a room at the hotel for the night. I was dressed particularly sexy: a dark blouse that exposed a lot of back and cleavage, and a short dark skirt that complemented my curves.
So when Ryan turned out to be even better looking in person than in his photos, I was ecstatic. He was truly tall and handsome, and the button-up shirt and jeans emphasized that perfect masculine physique. We shook hands, he took his seat next to me at the bar, and we engaged in unimportant small talk.
After only a few minutes, I could tell that Ryan was a major playboy. This kind of date was not new to him, and he knew how to talk smoothly. To be honest, the alpha attitude worried me a little. If things went to the bedroom, would he listen to me? Or was everything going to happen his way? On the one hand, it made me nervous. On the other hand, I was titillated and wanted to find out more.
So taking a deep breath, I focused on what I knew. There was definitely an obvious, instant, intense desire going on between us. Our words meant nothing because body language did the talking for us. We couldn’t keep our eyes off each other, the contact electric. Every whisper, every word seemed to be an invitation.
In less than an hour, we paid for our drinks and headed up the elevator to Room 508.
* * *
The moment the door closed behind us, Ryan and I began to kiss furiously. He ran his hands up my skirt, and I ran my hands along his body under his shirt. His pecs were hard slabs of muscle, solid and firm. I ripped off his shirt and pants quickly and kissed every inch of him that my lips could get to. He slowly removed my blouse, tenderly but firmly caressing every part of me that he could reach.
He was the hottest guy I’d ever met on Tinder, no question. Even before I could rip off his boxers, I was craving what was hidden inside them. I was so turned on, and it was like going to a candy shop with an open purse -- I didn’t know where I wanted to begin.
Once the boxers came off, I was fully prepared to take him immediately. Instead, he pushed me onto the bed and nuzzled my pussy, making me mewl. Oh wow. No man I’d hooked up with via an app had even offered to do that for me, and here was this man doing the job with bravado and a smile.
While the alpha ate my drenched cunt, he began to lightly rub my clit with two of his fingers. I grabbed onto his head, keeping him down there, ensuring that his tongue would stay buried inside of me until the job was done.
But Ryan resisted, maintaining his control. I was so close, but he pulled away from me, slowly crawling on top.
“What are you doing?” I asked in frustration. “I was almost there.”
“I’m trying to drive you wild,” Ryan growled. “I want you to beg for it.”
My smile grew knowing. But might as well indulge.
“Please, Mister,” came my breathy pant. “Give it to me. Put it inside and make me feel good.”
Ryan grinned, flashing those bright whites. He had a nice, long cock, and it fit inside of me perfectly. He went from slow to fast, drilling me with an intensity that I hadn’t felt in a long time. He not only had an amazing tool, but knew how to use it. I’d been in this hotel room before with other men, but none of them had gotten me as turned on as this guy did.
Once he’d gotten a couple good strokes in, he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside me.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
Although it was a command, I was okay with it. Lifting one thigh, I straddled him. Even though the sex was fast, the way that my body responded to it was even better.
His fat tip rammed against my walls just right, and with speed and determination, orgasm came quickly. I didn’t want to release right away because I loved where I was sitting, that thickness pulsing within. Plus, I was enjoying watching him relinquish control. He reached around and grabbed onto my ass as I bounced on him.
“Pull my hair,” I ordered.
He obeyed, tugging my locks aggressively and with enough force that I felt like he might cause serious injury. I massaged my clit while I slid up and down his hot rod, and that was what finally sent me over the edge. I came harder than I ever had in my entire life, screaming and squealing as my pussy pulsed and spasmed on that mighty pole.
That sent Ryan over the edge too. He roared, his back arching as mighty jets of cum spewed into my soaked pussy. It was so good that I felt like I might black out. Luckily, that didn’t happen, but I was close.
Finally, we came back to life, and I collapsed against the man’s chest, naked and sweaty. My big boobs smushed against that hard slab of muscle, his thickness still buried in my puffy pussy.
“That was intense,” he growled.
“Yeah,” I giggled. “Who knew?”
And slowly, we disentangled ourselves, staring at one another. Wow, this man was even better looking naked. Ryan was pure muscle with not an inch of fat anywhere. No dad bod for this guy.
But we were strangers, and averting our eyes carefully, we started getting dressed. I didn’t bother putting my underwear back on since my whole body tingled still.
“That was amazing,” came my shy giggle. He paused for a moment, just looking at me.
“I’ve got to ask,” said Ryan as he watched me slide my skirt back up my legs. “Since you were vague about it over Tinder, are you into BDSM?”
“Definitely,” I answered quickly. “I’m into a lot of stuff.”
I wasn’t really, but who cares? I didn’t know him so might as well sound bold and breezy.
“Nice,” he grunted appreciatively.
“I take it you’re into BDSM, as well?” I asked.
“Damn right,” he said. “I hate that I’m going to be so busy coming up. Otherwise, I’d say we should do this again—like, now.”
I shot him a suggestive look.
“What are you busy with?” I asked.
“I start my new job tomorrow,” he said. “Have to be there at nine, and well, L.A. traffic is fucking terrible.”
“I hear you,” was my soothing reply. “Well, hit me up on Tinder. Maybe we can get something going another time.”
“Yeah, but I probably won’t have much time to meet up for at least a couple of weeks,” he continued. “I’ll let you know, okay? Sorry about the wait.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” was my careless reply. “I know what it’s like. We all have jobs. No big deal. Just keep me in mind.”
“No worries, sweet thing.” He laughed. “I’ll be thinking about this for a long time.
And just like that, we went our separate ways. Maybe he’d been blowing me off, with some made-up excuse about a new job and complaints about the LA traffic. Disappointing, but it was no big deal. This wasn’t anything serious, and besides, I was busy too. This is LA after all … and there were places to go.