Jamie

 

I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. I couldn’t even stop myself from wanting more. He pulled me further into the room, our mouths connected, until we stood next to the bed. Yes. This was happening. Just like I wanted it to.

 

His mouth moved against mine, his tongue roughly parting my lips. I responded eagerly, kissing him back just as hard until it hurt. All the passion that built up between us flowed through us then, and my heart thudded dangerously hard in my chest as we went on. His hands were all over me, touching me, fondling me, sliding under my clothes, over my clothes. My skin burned at his touch, but I wanted it. I wanted more. I held onto his massive shoulders just to stay on my feet. I felt like I might faint. The blood rushed between my legs, leaving me aching, almost in pain with need. Warmth flooded me, and I groaned.

 

He pulled his shirt over his head in one swift movement, and I took him in with my eyes. He was perfect—chiseled, toned, tanned. I ran my fingertips over his muscular frame, almost afraid to touch him. Like it was all a dream and I would wake up if I tried too hard. When I felt his heart pounding beneath my hand, though, I knew it was real. I dragged my fingers down his shoulders, his arms, as he leaned down to kiss me. He was real, and strong, and warm. Powerful. He could do whatever he wanted to me. The thought gave me a little thrill.

 

I raised my arms over my head, allowing him to slide my sweater up and off my body. He drew me close, kissing my neck again, then moving down to my shoulder as he slid one bra strap down my arm. I closed my eyes, sighing as his mouth traveled over me. He did the same to the other shoulder, caressing me with his fingertips before his lips did the same. He reached behind me, unclasping the hooks, and I let the bra fall from me. He looked at me, and I saw hunger in his eyes as his hands explored my full breasts. I groaned in approval as he fondled me.

 

His hands left me, but only for a second, because then he unbuttoned my jeans. I leaned into him, my hands running up his arms, my mouth trailing along his neck. He groaned when I sucked the skin between my teeth. I felt his pulse racing in his throat, matching mine.

 

He surprised me when he pushed me back, onto the bed. I landed with a squeal, and he grinned as he stripped off his jeans. We were both in our underwear as he lowered himself over me. I took his face in my hands, kissing him deeply. His need pressed against me, and I rolled my hips in a slow circle. He groaned, thrusting his hips, rubbing himself on me as we kissed.

 

He broke free, kissing my chin, my jaw, my throat. I closed my eyes, reveling in the delicious sensation of his mouth on me. Every nerve was on fire, and I writhed beneath him as he worked his way down to my chest. I knew what was next, and I waited to feel his mouth on my breasts. But he waited, going even more slowly, inching down my chest. My heart beat faster and faster the closer he got. I arched my back, pressing myself against him—but he only went slower, grinning up at me. “Greedy,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over my skin. I groaned in frustration, my body already on fire.

 

Finally, he ended the torture when his tongue circled one stiff nipple. I cried out in relief as he sucked, flicking it with his tongue, kneading the other breast. Then he switched sides, moaning, grunting, breathing just as heavily as I was. I could tell how much he loved it, which only made me love it more.

 

It was bliss, the way he worshiped my body. I held his head close, running my fingers through his thick, dark hair, grinding my hips against him as he lavished attention on my breasts. The sensitive nipples seemed to come alive in his mouth, tingling, sending flashes of pleasure through my body every time he sucked and nibbled. My head rolled back and forth on the pillow as I gasped for breath and wished he would never stop.

 

He moved down my body then, taking his time to explore me with his hands and mouth. His tongue swept over my skin, licking, sucking, even nibbling me. I groaned, holding his head tight to me, arching my back to meet him. Giving myself to him. He landed between my legs, licking along the waistband of my panties. His tongue trailed fire along my skin, making me burn and gasp and beg for more.

 

Slowly he slid the panties down over my hips…thighs…calves. I held my breath in anticipation, my heart racing so fast I thought it would burst. What would he do? I was totally at his mercy. I watched as Lance kissed his way from my knee up my inner thigh, finally coming to the apex of my legs. The first swipe of his tongue along my aching flesh was incredible, and I cried out at his touch.

 

He teased me for what felt like ages, licking just at the ridge where my swollen lips met. I thrust my hips into his face, hoping to drive him deeper. He laughed, holding me down, making me take even more punishment for my greediness. Didn’t he know I was going to die if he didn’t let me finish? It was agony, the aching, burning need. “Please…” I begged. “Please…” I could hardly breathe, but still he lingered just over my clit, licking all around but never finding the one spot that ached the most for him.

 

Then, he found it. I almost jumped off the bed, shooting up into the next level of pleasure as he licked his way through my wet folds and found my clit. The relief was almost too much as he flicked at it, sucked it, played with me until I begged him to let me come. I couldn’t bear much more. It was already too much for me, more than I ever felt before. How was it so good with him? How did he know me so well? I couldn’t take time to think about it since his tongue was slowly driving me insane.

 

He wouldn’t stop no matter how I bucked and ground. He held me as still as he could, lapping at me, rolling in circles around my clit. I couldn’t take it, gripping the sheets in my hands, pounding my fists against the pillow. It was too much to take, it would kill me, it would.

 

“Yes!” My hips shot up, my thighs closing around Lance’s head as I exploded like a firework. My body shook and shuddered, and I gasped for breath as I came. He slowed down, teasing me again, licking all around my mound. I groaned, stretching, smiling.

 

He crawled back up the bed toward me, kissing his way along my body as I shook in the aftershocks of that first burst of pleasure. His need pressed against me, hot and hard, and my body responded even though it was just getting over the last climax. I wanted more.

 

I held my arms out to him, sliding my legs along his body until he lowered himself over me. I locked them around his waist and sighed happily when I felt the pressure from his erect member along my folds. I whimpered with pleasure, and he took that as a sign to press forward. My eyes flew open in surprise as he filled me, slowly, one inch at a time. It was so much, too much, more than I had ever taken before. I finally understood how good it could be. My entire body shivered, then I relaxed into it. I couldn’t believe I never knew before then how amazing it could feel, how amazing I could feel.

 

He found a steady rhythm, grinding his hips against me. Slow, steady, touching every inch of me with every inch of him. It was unreal, and I let out a steady stream of soft moans, struggling to contain the pleasure so the rest of the house didn’t hear. I pressed my lips together, whimpering, loving every moment, every thrust. His body was alive under my hands, muscles flexing and moving as he moved inside me. Giving me all of him, grunting softly as he worked, his mouth against my shoulder. Every thrust took me a little higher…and a little more…until my body tightened, I tensed, straining against him before one more hard, sharp thrust pushed me over the edge.

 

“Oh, Lance!” I gasped, holding him close as another orgasm tore me apart from the inside out. My body trembled, my heart pounded like it might explode. I smiled, moaning one more time as the wave washed over me and left me feeling incredible. He held me for a brief moment, kissing me. He was still inside me. Still hard, pulsing, throbbing for me. It wasn’t over yet.

 

“I want you from behind,” he grunted, rolling me over. I could have protested, but didn’t want to. It was new for me—I never did it that way before. I was so vanilla. I turned, bracing myself on my hands and knees. My heart raced. I didn’t know what was in store, but if it was as good as it had been so far…

 

He waited until I was in position, then pressed against me. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of his length filling me again. I couldn’t help the soft groan that escaped my lips. It just felt so good, I couldn’t hold it in.

 

I thought it was good before that. I had no idea it could get better. The angle he entered from, the way he hit the deepest parts of me, it was a totally new sensation. I closed my eyes, rolling my head on my shoulders. Going with it, letting him take me to a new level of pleasure.

 

“That’s right,” Lance muttered. “Ride me, baby.”

 

I spread my legs a little wider, moving back against him. He groaned, and it only made me push harder. Fire spread through me, a warm, strong blaze that didn’t quite consume me but burned me up just the same. Every time his rigid dick slid home, I gasped. It felt so dirty, so nasty. I loved it, throwing my head back, gritting my teeth and taking all he could give me.

 

“Yeah…yeah…take it…” He held my hips, driving himself into me even harder. Mercilessly he rode me, slamming our bodies together. His balls slapped against me in time with his thrusts, and I moaned as they tapped my throbbing button. One of his hands reached around me to fondle one of my breasts. I groaned, gasping when he pinched and rolled my nipple.

 

“So good!” It was all I could say through gasps for air. I couldn’t believe how good it was, how much I loved it, how much more I wanted. My body was on fire, demanding more, pushing me to take more. I lost all control, and I didn’t care.

 

All there was in the world was the feeling of his body slamming against mine, and the growing tension deep inside me. That core of pleasure, growing bigger and bigger, stronger, hotter, tighter. I moved against him, matching him thrust for thrust, doubling the sensation. I had to bury my face in the pillow to muffle my screams of pleasure. It wasn’t an orgasm—more like a plateau, almost unbearable, going on and on the longer we went. I never felt like that before, never thought it was possible. I thought it might kill me.

 

Then the pleasure got even stronger, sharper. I started trembling from head to toe, my whole body shaking as the biggest orgasm of my life hit me like a tsunami. It crashed into me, leaving me screaming and writhing in its wake.

 

“Shit…Jamie…!” Lance pounded into me once more, his own climax hitting him. I hardly noticed, though. I couldn’t even think. All I could do was feel, and wonder how it was possible to feel that way.

 

The moment he slid from me, I rolled over onto my back with a heavy sigh. My muscles were like water, my insides still quivering from the force. Why had we waited days for that? If I had known it would be that good, I would have jumped him the first night instead of telling myself I shouldn’t want to.

 

The room was silent except for the sound of the two of us trying to catch our breath. Every once in a while, I would sigh, or he would groan. Otherwise, there was nothing but breathing.

 

What the heck was that? Once I started thinking clearly, I looked back to wonder who I became when I was with him. I was no virgin before then, but I never went long enough to have three orgasms in one session. He was like Superman or something. I couldn’t believe it.

 

He was quiet, too. I waited for him to say something, anything, to break the awkwardness starting to descend between us. I was afraid if we waited much longer to speak, it would be painful. I had to break the ice.

 

“I didn’t expect that.” I stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. “I didn’t expect that at all.”

 

I heard him chuckle. “You didn’t?”

 

“Don’t tell me you did.” I turned my head to find him smiling broadly.

 

“No, I didn’t expect it. I wanted it, though.”

 

“You did?”

 

“You think I’m lying after that?”

 

I couldn’t help but giggle. “No, I don’t think you’re lying after that.”

 

“Well, then.” He sighed, putting one hand behind his head. “It was even better than I imagined. I can imagine a lot, too.”

 

“Is this your idea of pillow talk? Because it sort of sucks. Just a little.”

 

“Thanks. If you really wanna know, I don’t usually talk after sex.”

 

“Oh, what, is the girl usually so out of it she just passes out from exhaustion?” I put a hand over my forehead, pretending to swoon. He snickered.

 

“Yeah, something like that.” I thought the case might have been that the girl was too drunk to say anything, but I didn’t share my thought. The last thing I wanted to do was start a fight. The truth was, joking around was better than staring at the ceiling in silence, feeling like a fool.

 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

 

“I’m fine. Better than fine.” I blushed.

 

“Yeah, you sounded like you were better than fine.”

 

“Why are you asking, then?” I glared at him.

 

“I just wanted to be sure. A gentleman asks things like that.”

 

I laughed. “Who told you that?” I rolled over to face him.

 

“I read it.”

 

“In Playboy?”

 

“Penthouse.” We both laughed. I couldn’t believe we could laugh together after acting like animals. That was what we were, too. A couple of rutting animals. We didn’t make love. We fucked, putting it bluntly. And I loved it. I wondered who I was turning into. It didn’t make sense that I would become a new person just because I stayed with the club for a few days. Maybe I had always been the girl who liked it from behind. I just hadn’t known it until I met Lance.

 

I sighed, stretching. My body was still in a state of bliss, still trembling every so often with delicious little aftershocks. All the stress I had felt seemed like a thing of the past. I didn’t usually feel so good even after a strenuous workout.

 

“We both needed that,” he muttered, also stretching. “We were too tense.”

 

“You were tense. I was just fine.” He squinted at me, mouth curled in a snide smile.

 

“If that was you being relaxed, when you almost bit my head off, I’d hate to see you when you’re tense.”

 

I had to chuckle to spite myself. “Okay. Maybe I was a little stressed.”

 

“Yeah. That’s more like it.” He rolled onto his side. We were face-to-face. I could feel his breath on my face. He grinned. “You’ll have to let me know the next time you feel stressed. You know, stress is really bad for the body. It can make you sick, even.”

 

“Oh, it can?”

 

“Yeah. All kinds of bad shit. I heard it one the news once. It can give you heart disease and high blood pressure and make it tough to sleep. You can’t get anything done when you’re stressed either.” I felt his hand rest on my hip. That was all he did—at first.

 

“That’s true. And when you can’t get anything done, you can get even more stressed out.” I moved a little closer to him. “You’re a pretty busy guy. You need to be able to go things.”

 

“You, too. I don’t know how you do your job. You must get stressed out all the time.” His hand slid around my waist. I felt his growing erection against my belly.

 

“I do. It’s very stressful. I get a little tense just thinking about it.” Crap, what was I doing? Was I really falling into his arms again? I couldn’t stop myself. It felt too good to give in. His hand danced over my skin, from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. I sighed, closing my eyes, tilting my head back. His mouth found my throat, and his tongue licked a long, slow trail along my neck.

 

“Yeah…I think we should both de-stress as much as possible. Every opportunity.” I gasped when he lifted one of my legs to wrap it around his hip, leaving me exposed to his fingers. They moved through my cleft, gliding through my slickness. Soft moans came from me, moans which I muffled by pressing my mouth to Lance’s shoulder. When he found my button, I gripped his arm with all my might.

 

“Yes…yes…” I threw my head back again, resting it on the pillow. He turned me slightly, so I was on my back with him stretched out over me. My leg still wrapped around his hip, he played with me, driving me crazy with little flicks of his fingers, then pushing me higher when he rubbed his thumb along my throbbing clit.

 

“You like that?” he whispered, grinning.

 

I answered with a kiss, my tongue sweeping across his lips before touching his. He groaned, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, then biting gently. I gasped, but loved it. The pleasure only intensified.

 

“Yes…I love it…” I was flying, soaring. Every touch was magic, making me burn with passion I didn’t know I could feel. It was like when he first kissed me, or when he kissed me earlier, beside the bed. All it took was that one bit of contact, and I was lost. I was his, to do with as he pleased.

 

His thumb still circled my clit, and I felt pressure at my entrance. Then I gasped with new pleasure as his fingers slid inside me, two at a time. He pumped them in and out, and I rode his hand with abandon. I didn’t care how it looked or who it made me. I gave myself over to the sensation, letting it grow inside me until it overtook me and I was a gasping, shuddering wreck.

 

He didn’t stop, though. Instead, he curled his fingers and massaged me from the inside, making me scream before I bit down on his shoulder to contain the sound. I couldn’t believe it—my body writhed and bucked. I lost control, drowning under wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure. Somewhere in there, I came again, then again. It was like one long, endless orgasm. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. I could only feel.

 

Finally, I convulsed once, twice, then collapsed against the bed. I couldn’t take anymore, and he sensed it. His fingers left me, and I whimpered as I felt them slide out. I was weak, trembling, unable to believe what had just happened.

 

Still he wasn’t finished. He picked up my legs, one on either side of his head. His massive length slide back and forth in my slit, gliding along as his hand had just done. I whimpered and mewled like a kitten, torn between feeling like I couldn’t take anymore and wanting everything he could give me.

 

“Do you want it?” he asked, teasing me.

 

I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, his eyes blazing. Something inside me responded to that, and there was nothing I could do except say yes. Yes, I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, all over me, all at once. Always.

 

He pushed forward, parting me, sinking into me. I gasped, fingers digging into his unyielding biceps. It was so good, so sweet. The way he filled me up. The way he rocked me, body and soul. I went with it, rocking with him, riding him as he rode me. I pushed my legs against his chest, using them for leverage as I worked along with him. He grunted, slamming hard and fast into me. No slow grinding now, no teasing, no building us both up. He wanted to take me. I wanted to be taken.

 

“Yes…yes…Lance…do it…” I grunted with every thrust, our bodies slamming together. The pressure started to build, going from my core throughout the rest of my body. Faster, faster, until I shook all over from the release. He still went, on and on, pounding himself into me until I didn’t think I could take more. Then he stopped suddenly, tensing, shuddering. I watched as he came, fascinated, knowing it was possible to make a man like him lose control. I felt powerful, almost.

 

“Oh shit…” he groaned as he slipped from me and collapsed beside me.

 

I ran my hand over his back, half dead myself.

 

“No workout ever did that for me,” I murmured, chuckling.

 

“I hope not,” he groaned into the pillow. “Then again, it could make gyms more popular.”

 

I laughed, still trying to catch my breath for the second time that afternoon.

 

Once we quieted down, he turned onto his back. His near-black hair was tangled, falling over his forehead. I brushed it back. He grinned, looking at me with half-closed eyes. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t have to. He only needed to hold out his arms to me, and I sank into them. Before I knew it, I was sliding into sleep.