Stumble, stumble. Mouth, lips. Hands grasping, groping. Tongue and a stumble. Is that a wall? That’s a wall. Hands feeling around for a switch, feeling around for my cock. A squeeze of my nuts as my eyes pop open. Brightness stinging my eyes. Eyes closed and tongues clashing together again.
We’ve been groping each other since the Uber dropped us off here at Brittany’s apartment. She might have a roommate, might not—I’m not sure, and I don’t care.
She steps back from me and pulls the black shirt off her body. I hear the rip of the tape that must’ve been stuck between her skin and the fabric, but her tits are out so it’s hard to think about anything else. A body like hers makes men dumb. My cock hardens painfully in my pants.
I hook one arm around her small waist and pull her to me, and I use my other hand to grapple with her naked tit. I lean down and pull it into my mouth, and her hard nipple is heaven on my tongue. A sweet moan rumbles through her chest, and that sweet moan turns into a feral groan when I bare my teeth over her nipple.
Her hands dive into my hair as she smashes my face against her tit, and then her hands start to scratch down my back, lower and lower as she searches for the bottom of my shirt. She yanks it up and I have to let go of her breast so she can pull it over my head.
As she tosses it on the floor, she takes a good look at my stomach. A soft gasp escapes her lips, and my dick is so hard I think it might claw its way out of my pants.
Her greedy fingers run down the abdominal muscles I work hard for. I’ll admit I got a damn lucky set of genes, but I still put in time and effort to keep my body fit. Her eyes shoot up to mine. She is so hot for me that I can actually see it on her face.
She practically attacks me as she forges forward and our mouths collide once again. She tastes like whisky, which is perfect since the sting of gin is still on my tongue.
I push my hand down the back of the short shorts she’s still wearing, and I cup her smooth, tight ass for a few seconds before I realize something important.
She’s not wearing anything under those short shorts.
She’s not. Wearing. Panties.
Just the thought of the seam of her shorts rubbing against her sweet pussy all night nearly sets me off. If she’s wet, her shorts will smell like her, and they’ll be wet, too. I can’t stop myself from pulling my hand out of the back of her shorts and shoving it down the front.
Smooth skin greets my hand—completely smooth—and I can’t remember the last time I was so fucking hard. I slide my finger through her slit, and it glides right along because she’s so wet for me. She moans, and then she groans when I slip one finger inside. She’s warm and soft and I want my cock in there instead of my finger.
My space is limited in the confines of her shorts, but I manage to pump my finger in and out. She backs up, and my hand moves with her until she hits the wall. She balances herself with both hands spread out against the wall as she leans back into it, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as I continue to finger her. I lean my head forward and take one of her perfect tits back into my mouth, and it’s too much for her.
She screams out before she contracts all around me. I suck harder on her tit and pump my finger faster until the spasms slow, and then she leans on the wall in peace for a few beats. She opens her eyes and gazes at me. She looks fucking spent, but this night’s just getting started.
“Holy shit, Carson,” she says.
I raise a brow. “What a nice appetizer for you.”
A smile spreads across her face. “You want me to blow you now?”
“A little finger fuck and you’re ready to get on your knees for me?”
“I was ready to get on my knees for you the second you slid into the space next to me in the bar.”
I chuckle. “But you still made me pay for your three Manhattans.”
She lifts a shoulder, and her tits bounce. “It’s more fun that way.” She kneels down and unzips my pants before pulling my very hard cock out. She gasps and looks up at me. “Oh sweet Jesus.”
Nothing will get me off faster than when a woman is giving me head and looks up at me with wide eyes full of wonder and innocence. I give her a lazy grin and then nod toward my cock as if telling her she can start now.
She licks my long length once and then licks around the head of my dick before taking the entire thing all the way back to her throat. It’s so warm and sweet in there. I thread my fingers into her hair lightly, and then she starts to move her head up and down. I push my hips toward her on the down and pull back on the up. We find a fast rhythm together, and then I start to lose control.
I’m always in control. Always. I have a job that demands it of me, and for better or worse, my career is my life. It’s rare that I give up control in any aspect of my life, but when a woman is on her knees for me or I’m balls deep in her pussy, when I find that zone where it’s all pleasure, I let go. I let pleasure take over and guide me, control me. Maybe it’s why I like fucking so much, and maybe it’s why I prefer fucking a different woman every night. No attachment, just pleasure.
I can’t control my hips as they start to move faster, can’t control my hands as they pull her face tighter against me. I’m fucking her mouth now, and she’s barely moving as I thrust harder and harder.
I don’t want to come in her mouth, though. No, I want to save that.
Just as my balls start to tighten, I push her shoulder away from me. Even in this moment where I trick myself into thinking I’m about to lose control, I still maintain it.
She’s breathless, panting on the floor as she rubs her jaw.
“Sorry. You okay?”
She nods, her eyes full of fire. “Fuck me.”
I want to tell her I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her—that I call the shots here, not her—but I am ready to fuck her, and it’s not worth the fight in this moment just to assert my dominance. So, I shut my mouth, pull my wallet out of the jeans that are halfway down my ass, and grab the condom I store in there. I kick off my shoes, pull off my pants, and roll on the condom all in the space of a few seconds. Brittany is still on the floor, out of breath.
“Stand up and bend over,” I demand.
She does, presenting herself to me for fucking.
“Touch your toes.”
She does as instructed, and I move in behind her. I slap her ass just once, and a little squeak escapes her. She looks gorgeous like this, and she’s at the exact right height for me to slide my cock right into her. But first, I need a second. She sucked me off so hard that I almost came, and I need to tame the beast for a second so I don’t come too fast. I want this to last a little longer. I want to extend the pleasure for both of us.
I slide my finger into her, and then I add a second. She makes some noise beneath me as I run through my mental catalog of dirty talk. “You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” I ask.
She responds with a moan, so I push my fingers into her faster and harder.
She cries out louder and louder the harder I push. I can tell she’s getting close to another orgasm, and that’s the moment I pick to pull my fingers out and replace them with my cock.
I plunge into her and she yells out a string of disconnected words that make no sense and sound something like oh-sweet-mother-cock-fuck-oh-oh-oh-fuck but I’m too wrapped up in my own oh-sweet-mother-cock-fuck-oh-oh-oh-fuck to translate. I grab her hips for leverage and slam into her over and over, and she breaks down into her orgasm fast. Her muscles contract all around my cock, and I lose myself in the pleasure of her body. I continue to pump into her, slowing my moves a bit as she comes down from her high, and then I start to pick up my speed.
I move one of my hands down her thigh and back up before cupping her sweet ass cheek in my hand, and then I run my fingers down her crack, teasing her. She tightens up for me, and that’s what I was looking for. The tight clench of her body overwhelms me, and I pull out of her, tear off the condom, and jerk myself off right onto her ass.