Chapter Three
From the moment they left the club, their hands and mouths besieged each other, roaming, trying to establish dominion anywhere they could reach in the cramped space of the small car, giving the Uber driver more than a little show.
They barely managed to act slightly innocent as they checked into the hotel, but once they were in the elevator, the only things that mattered were each other.
Soul pushed his songstress against the wall of the elevator and attacked her lips. His tongue couldn’t get deep enough, his mouth couldn’t taste her enough. He wanted more, demanded more, craved more…he’d known this woman only a few hours and she was already his drug of choice. He needed his fix.
When she’d decided to perform another set, he almost groaned in frustration because he’d rather have her lips wrapped around his cock instead of her microphone. But he’d stuck it out and now he needed her like he’d never needed anyone before.
Somehow they’d managed to make it from the elevator to their room, only stopping at one wrong room along the way, too occupied with each other to pay attention to the room numbers. Soul inserted the key, and pushed the door open with all his might, forcing it to slam the door stop behind it with a heavy metal CLUNK. The red haze of lust made him too sex crazed to realize what he was doing beyond of her.
“Slow down, honey. We’ve got all night,” Patience cooed, placing her hand over his mouth. She’d read books where the woman always used one simple finger to make the guy back down, however, if she hadn’t blocked his mouth with her whole hand, he might have sucked her lips right off her face. He was anxious and ready, but she wanted to play with him a little longer.
Sliding to her left, she stepped away from him and walked backward toward the bed, not taking her eyes off him for even a moment. She reached for the side zipper and pulled it down slowly, letting the sound of it echo between them. It thrilled her to see his breath hitch when he heard it and in turn it made her pussy clench in desire.
Her dress fell off of her body inch by inch as she wiggled out of it. And when she stood in nothing except her black strapless lace bra and matching thong, her lips curled up on one side and she crooked her finger, beckoning to him.
Soul knew this game, but he willingly played along because it would lead to a very satisfying victory. Pulling off his tie as she undid her zipper, he paused and swallowed hard when she started to shuffle out of her form fitting dress. Her skin was pale and creamy. He salivated seeing her standing there in nothing except her underwear. Thank God she wasn’t bone thin. He’d never understood why anyone thought the sight of ribs was sexy. He’d rather have something he could hold onto. She had hips and ample breasts to fill his mouth and hands.
Fuck, his cock was ready to tear through his slacks!
Her beckoning finger breathed new life into him, and he undid only the top two buttons on his crisp black shirt, before pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor.
It was her turn to gasp. As soon as his shirt disappeared, she gaped. Suddenly, she felt parched even as her mouth watered at the sight of him. She licked her lips, imagining what it would feel like to run her tongue over his body. A fine dusting of hair covered his chest and ran down the ravine in the middle of his stomach which separated his abs, highlighting each bump of his six pack. Did this man live in a gym?
He undid the button and zipper of his slacks before giving them a slight push so that they pooled around his feet. Patience moaned as she bit her lip. His trail disappeared behind the waistband of a pair of bright orange boxer briefs. Her eyes moved lower and closed momentarily to roll backward. She groaned. Based on the outline she could easily see, she knew he was already hard and could easily be the largest man she’d ever taken.
Patience couldn’t wait to feel him, to taste him…to fuck him within an inch of his life.
Soul noticed her pink tongue darting out and the way her cheeks became flushed. Stepping up to her, he smirked as bent over to push the last vestiges of clothing off of his body. The moment his cock broke free, it bounced up and down. His grin grew watching how her eyes follow it. It took him a moment to think of what to say, but then the words came to him. “Your turn now…Honey.”
Lifting her chin, she threw her long red hair over her shoulder, reached behind her, and answered his challenge. The hooks on her bra popped free. It felt good to jerk it off and drop it to the side of her. “I figured I’d give you a hand since you seem a little clumsy tonight and that happens to be one of my favorite bras. I think you can handle the rest. Make sure you handle with care.” She quirked one of her eye brows. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and playfulness. It had been a while since someone challenged her like this.
Soul grabbed his cock and began stroking it. “I could say the same for you.”
Patience licked her lips again, her eyes following the steady motion of his hand. Smiling coyly, she said, “Looks like you’re startin’ the party without me.”
“Nah, I don’t want to deny you the pleasure.”
“I assure you, the pleasure will be all yours.” Slowly, she dropped to her knees and lifted her hand to his cock, but she didn’t touch it, didn’t grab it. She knelt before him and simply stared for a moment before running her index finger over the tip to gather some of the wetness that had started to drip, and then brought her digit up to her lips and sucked, her tongue lapping everything up. Pre-cum or cum in general usually tasted salty to her. Not unpleasant, but it wasn’t a gourmet meal by any means. This time though, the normal salty muskiness existed like she always expected, but at the same time it was a little different. Sweeter? No, not that. Something though, and she wanted more of his unique flavor.
Grabbing his dick, she dislodged his hands and began stroking it, discovering for herself the terrain that lined his impressive cock. The smile on her lips turned lecherous when she discovered a ladder on the underside. Her gaze lifted to his, an amused sparkle in her eye. She didn’t say anything though.
He could see the question in her eyes and knew exactly what she had found. “A college dare.”
“You could have taken them out.”
“Could have, but my girlfriend at the time told me they felt good, so I left ‘em. You’ll have to tell me what you think.” Soul winked.
“Maybe.” If he thought he was going to get the upper hand, he had a lot to learn.
Lesson one began now.
Squeezing him around the base of his dick, she used her other hand to grab his balls as she licked around the head of his cock, before her mouth engulfed him and slid down about halfway. He was thicker than most men she’d sucked—longer too—but that didn’t mean she would not be able to take his twelve inches down her throat. She could…if she wanted…if she tried…if he could last.
Shiiiit! This siren’s mouth felt like heaven on his dick. The wet heat made him twitch with the need to come, but he couldn’t. The choke hold she had on the base of his cock kept him on the precipice between pleasure and pain, making it hard to allow his body the release it screamed for. He was on edge, harder than he’d ever been, and unable to come.
Patience pulled back and smiled sweetly to tease him. “Issues?”
“None at all,” he retorted, his voice sounding slightly forced, but he couldn’t handle her torture any longer. Reaching down, Soul grabbed both of her wrists quickly and squeezed until she released him. With a little more pressure, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed. She landed with a small bounce.
It was his turn to fall to his knees.
Her legs dangled over the side of the bed and she lifted her upper body off of the bed with her elbows in order to watch him. She wanted to see what he would do.
Meeting her eyes, Soul grinned, showing off his white teeth before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly dragged the thong down her legs. He could smell her desire, could see it pooling between her thighs once the small scrap of cloth disappeared. “Beautiful,” he whispered in awe.
She moaned when she felt his breath against her thigh. This need went beyond a mere game. She had to have him…soon. “Come here,” Patience demanded, only to be met with his laugh.
Chuckling, he shook his head, his cheek grazing her thigh. “Not yet. You tasted me, now I get to taste you.” He licked both of her inner thighs, close to her apex. She’d been so wet, her legs were covered with her essence, and he partook of the offering before him. He kissed and nipped at her creamy skin, enjoying the way she gasped and moaned. Sometimes, it sounded more like a bird chirping, which he found oddly sexy.
Moving closer to her center, he reached her core and inwardly pounded his chest like an ape when he noticed the growing wet spot under her. She was just as affected as him.
“Are you just goin’ to gawk at it, or are you gonna do somethin?’” Her accent was getting thicker.
“Oh, I intend to do a lot tonight, Honey. Question is, are you ready?”
Men usually didn’t give as good as she gave, and she found herself slightly intrigued, but only a little. No guy was worth fawning over too much, no matter who they were or what they did for others. “I can take whatever it is you’re dishin’.” The moment the words were out of her mouth, she wondered if that were true.
Soul called her bluff…or took her dare, however she wanted to look at it because he licked her from hole to clit and then bit down on the little nub. She arched her back and he placed a hand on her stomach to hold her down. “Just like riding a bronc. Hafta hold on for dear life,” he murmured, but she didn’t hear him.
Returning his mouth to her clit, he inserted one finger and then a second into her pussy, curling them upward. She rewarded him with another scream as her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled. Her hips gyrated against his mouth, fucking herself against him. He sucked her clit harder, moved his fingers faster. Her insides were tightening around his digits, so instead of moving them in and out, he massaged her insides by moving his fingers up, down, and around.
Patience could feel her orgasm rushing upon her, and she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t control her body at all. Unlike all her previous sexual encounters, he played her like a master. His mouth, his fingers, all of it felt like heaven. Tools from God or something.
And when her climax finally hit her, her whole body shook with spasms, her back arched off the bed, and she blacked out.
When she came to, her breath still came out in strangled gasps as if she’d run a mile. Her partner lay beside her instead of between her legs and she no longer hung off the side of the bed. He’d moved her. What the hell happened? “Uh…” Real eloquent, Patience.
“I’m guessing you enjoyed that.”
“And I’m guessin’ your dick is still strainin’...unless you finished yourself off in the bathroom. But considerin’ I don’t think I was out that long, you probably didn’t. Or are you one of those that comes in under a minute? If so, this is goin’ to be a very short night.”
“Still locked and loaded. Just waiting for you, Darlin’.”
“So kind of you.” Honestly, the fact that he affected her so, unnerved her. This was not normal, but she’d be damned if she divulged that to him.
Pushing him onto his back, she noticed the small pile of condoms on the bed next to his head. “Think you can use ‘em all?”
“Not sure, but it’ll be fun tryin’. Don’t you think?”
Cocking one of her eyebrows, she mocked him, “Let’s see what you got.”
“I think you’ve already seen it.” His eyes darted downward before returning to meet her gaze.
“Just because you got it, doesn’t mean you know how to use it.”
Soul had to admit, he liked her. He didn’t necessarily believe in love at first sight, but he definitely believed in lust at first sight; however, the way she talked and constantly challenged him, made him believe there could be more to them than just one night of great sex. So much more.
Patience grabbed one of the square packages and ripped it open. Taking out the lubricated condom, she wrapped one hand around his dick and rolled it on, covering his tool. He was ready for her, and she needed to feel him inside her. This went beyond pure desire. It was as if her very existence depended on this.
Swinging one leg over him, she straddled him and slowly sank down onto his cock. Her head fell backward and she bit her bottom lip as her pussy engulfed him. He filled and stretched her, and damn, it felt good. Better than she thought it would.
“I hope you don’t think I’m just going to lie here and let you have your own way.” Soul grabbed her hips and thrust his own upward, sheathing himself to the hilt within her, making her moan in pure bliss. From this angle, he could see the long line of her neck. The skin of her breasts—shame he hadn’t tasted them yet—appeared almost transparent. He could see all of the veins weaving their way under the surface. Her neck was the same, but the muscles were taught from pleasure. Fuck, he could get used to this.
And then she swiveled her hips and it was his turn to groan in pleasure. It felt like electric sparks were shooting from her pussy down his cock. If she kept that up, he wouldn’t last long.
Between her gyrating and his thrusting, both were on edge. They moved together faster and harder, both desperately seeking release.
Soul could feel his climax building. Reaching down to her clit, he began to rub it furiously until she cried out and she spasmed around dick. As soon as hers hit, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and followed her into oblivion.