Glory
Sex with Beck was mind-blowing. I’ve never been laid so well in my life. Once we finished, I was a sweaty, jelly limbed mess, but I was damn happy. The dry spell has been conquered, and the cock-blockers have been banished from our kingdom.
The girls and I stood on the edge of the stage and watched his show. My stupid big smile never left my face. His show was amazing. He’s even sexier when he performs.
After the show, we rode back home together, and now he’s at his place to grab a shower and change before he comes over to my apartment. I plan to continue what was started in the bus a few hours ago.
I’m sitting in my chair reading when a shadow catches my attention from the corner of my eye. The hole. I look at it and watch as light and shadow alternate from within.
I shouldn’t, should I?
Yeah, by now, I think you know me well enough to know, I’m going to look.
I set my book down on the table and toss my throw pillow onto the ground in front of the hole. I start to scoot forward, and just as I’m about to press my eye to the wall, Wookie barks and scares the shit out of me. Startled, I turn to him.
“Don’t start with me, Wookie. Things are different now. I’m still going to tell him.”
I’m no longer as worried about how Beck will react. I think he’ll handle it okay. I’m hoping he’ll be amused and maybe, just maybe, we can keep the hole for a while and put it to good use. That thought sends shivers racing down my spine. Oh yeah, this could be fun.
Wookie snorts and heads off toward the fireplace. I assume he’s good with it, so I press my eye against the hole.
Beck stands at the foot of his bed facing me. A towel hugs his hips deliciously and some dance music softly plays in the background. He smiles that wicked smile of his before he starts to slowly sway his hips back and forth. The rhythm of his movements increases. His hips begin to swirl and thrust. My breathing picks up along with his movements. His hands reach for the towel and grab hold of the ends that are tucked into one another. He gently begins to tug on the towel as his hips roll, the impression of his growing erection evident underneath the terry cloth material. I lick my lips as I hone in on his cock.
Mr. Peenprint is in the house. Nothing is sexier than a half-naked, fully erect Beckett Jameson. He pulls apart the towel, and holding it open, his dick on display, he rolls his body from side to side. The action causes his gorgeous dick to bounce back and forth, and before I realize it, my hand is traveling at warp speed to my clit. Beck has better moves than most skilled strippers I’ve seen. His dance is like a siren’s song to my vagina. He dances closer to the hole as he thrusts that magical cock at me. His upper body is now hidden from my view by the table that rests over top of this hole. There’s nothing in my line of sight but that massive cock and his muscled thighs. I sigh as I press harder on my clit through my jeans. His cock sways back and forth, as he dances and it hypnotizes me. I moan lowly as the friction intensifies between my legs.
Suddenly, there’s a scraping sound, and before I know it, I can no longer see the legs of the table that had concealed this hole. I stop breathing, afraid to move while silence descends. Oh Shit, oh shit, oh shit. He’s seen the hole. I stay perfectly still, my eye still pressed to the wall. Beck’s gorgeous cock slightly bounces a few times right in front of me, and I barely contain a moan. He begins to dance again. What the hell? He has to see this hole.
I stay still and barely breathe as I watch, in confusion. What the fuck is going on?
His cock moves closer to my eye. My heart stops when I hear Beck’s confession through the wall.
“I know your secret. I’ve known for a while. You feel like playing, dirty girl?”
I gasp and pull back from the hole slightly. He knows. The tip of Beck’s cock pushes against the hole. “Lick,” he commands. “It’s your punishment.”
He leaves me no time to feel guilty or self-conscious that he’s caught me, apparently long ago. I’m relieved he doesn’t seem to give a shit. He feeds more of his cock through the hole, and fuck if this isn’t hot. I dart my tongue out and lick the tip slowly. Beck groans and shifts in and out of the hole, his massive hard cock barely squeezing through the space. I’m ravenous and suck hard. Beck’s groans increase with the speed of his thrusts. Before I know it, his dick pulls from my mouth, and his eye appears at the hole.
“Unlock the door, Glory. Unlock it now. I’m coming over. Start taking off your clothes. I want you naked by the time I get there.”
Then, he’s on the move. I hop up and run to my door, shedding clothes as I go. Holy fucking shit. A bossy Beck is fucking hot. My clit tingles and my panties grow wetter. I unlock my door and take a few steps back before I shove my panties and jeans down my legs. Just as they reach my ankles, my door busts open. Beck stands before me in only a towel, his cock so hard and big the towel does nothing to hide it. His eyes are wild and lust filled as they eat up my nakedness.
“Fuck. Fuck I need to be inside you.”
He steps inside and throws the door shut behind him. Not breaking his stride toward me, he pulls the towel off and charges. His mouth crushes mine, and his kiss devours me as he grabs my ass and lifts me up to straddle him. My legs wrap around his waist as he continues to walk. In one fluid motion, he aligns me, both hands gripping my ass, and impales me with his cock. I groan into his mouth. The fullness, the completeness is divine. He never stops kissing me or walking as he uses my ass for leverage to bounce me up and down on his hard length. I’m moments away from coming when I feel my bed beneath my back. He pants into my mouth as the perfection of his thrusts drive me insane.
“I’m going to worship you now.”
And he does.