Chapter Two
Eric
“You sure you don't need to be down there, mixing and mingling?”
I look at my watch and shrug. “Not just yet. Cocktails are still being served,” I say. “I've got a little time yet. Besides, shouldn't you know the schedule of events?”
She steps over to me, a flirty little smile on her face. “Good,” she purrs. “Then let's make the most of that time.”
We're in a hotel room overlooking downtown San Francisco. In the ballroom downstairs is a ceremony I don't particularly want to attend. But one the ceremony's organizer, Lara Weathers – the woman currently stroking my cock through my tuxedo pants – insisted I attend.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I say and unclip my bowtie.
She arches her eyebrow at me. “A clip on? Really?”
I shrug. “You ever try tying one of these things?” I ask. “It's a bitch.”
Taking off my jacket, I drape it over the chair, careful not to wrinkle it. Same with the shirt. Laura steps forward and runs her perfectly manicured hands over my chest. Leaning forward, she runs the tip of her tongue across my skin, giving my nipples a playful little bite.
Lifting her chin up so I can look into her eyes, I kiss her. Our tongues swirl together in her mouth, the kiss growing more urgent and passionate. Though our mouths are pressed together, I groan as she squeezes my cock nice and hard through my pants.
I make it up to San Francisco a few times a year and always get together with Lara. Neither one of us want anything serious, so we work out well together. She's a good person, but an even better lay. She knows what I like, I know what she likes, and we provide each other with a good distraction.
Unzipping her dress as we kiss, she steps back and slides it off, carefully placing it on the chair with my jacket and shirt. She turns back to me and I feel my cock growing even stiffer as I drink her in. Lara's long red hair sets off eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. Her skin is milky white, dotted with freckles, with full breasts capped with perky, pink nipples and is curvy in all the right places.
Standing before me in nothing but silky black thigh high stockings and her six-inch stiletto heels, she gives me a sultry smile. She traces her fingertip down her body, circling her nipples, before sliding it down her stomach.
I feel the fires of lust burning bright within me as I watch her slip her finger between her thighs. Her lips part and she lets out a small gasp as she slides two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. Her eyes never leaving mine, Lara moans as she plunges her fingers into her tight little opening.
Stepping close to her, I continue to watch Lara finger herself, my cock hard and throbbing. When she takes her fingers out of her pussy, they glisten with her juices. Her smile is almost feline-esque when I grab her by wrist and slip her fingers into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.
That vixenish smile still on her face, Lara slips down to her knees. Unzipping my pants, she pulls my cock out, her small, delicate fingers circling the base of my shaft. She gives it a good hard squeeze before sliding her hand up and down, her eyes filled with desire as she strokes my cock.
I watch her as she runs the tip of her tongue up and down my shaft, her hand working in rhythm with her mouth. Slipping the head of my dick between her soft lips, she licks and sucks on it nice and hard. I tangle my fingers up in her hair, giving it a good, hard tug as she takes my cock all the way into her mouth.
She bobs her head up and down, licking and sucking my cock while she cups and squeezes my balls. Lara tightens her lips around me as she grabs hold of my cock again, her hand and mouth working in tandem.
“Jesus, Lara,” I say, my voice a little breathy.
Her beautiful blue eyes are still locked on mine as she sucks and jerks me off and I know if I don't stop her soon, I'll blow my load in her mouth. And I'm not ready for that just yet. No, I have an itch that needs to be scratched.
Stepping back, I fish a condom out of my pants before stepping out of them and laying them atop the rest of my tuxedo. Lara licks her lips as she looks at me.
“Don't want to come in my mouth?” she asks.
I slip the condom onto my rock-hard cock and step over to her without saying a word. I grab her by the hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck. I kiss her neck, and slide my tongue down to her tits to suck on those stiff, pink nipples. I bite one as I pinch the other, drawing a yelp from Lara. Turning her around, I force her down over the arm of the couch.
I step up behind her, still clutching her hair, and give her firm, little ass a good hard smack. She yelps again and turns as much as she can, given that I'm pulling on her hair, to look at me over her shoulder. She runs the tip of her tongue around her lips, a look of hunger, but also defiance, in her eyes.
“You're a naughty boy, aren't you?”
I slap her ass again and she sucks in a deep breath. With one hard thrust, I sheath my whole cock inside of her. She cries out as I drive myself even deeper into her.
“Oh fuck, Eric,” she says, her voice hoarse. “Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard.”
As if she needs to tell me that. I slap her ass again and start to pump my hips, driving my cock into her hard and deep. She's moaning as I pound her from behind and I give her hair a good, hard pull. Lara pushes herself back against me, taking my cock even deeper into her. She cries out, calling my name, and begs me to fuck her harder.
Letting go of her hair, I grab her by the hips with both hands and oblige her. I drive myself into her as hard as I can, making her scream. My breathing is growing labored as I pound her from behind. I feel my balls tightening and know that I'm getting close, so I step back and pull my cock out. I sit down on the couch and turn her around again, pulling Lara down onto my lap.
She leans back, her back pressed to my chest, and grabs my stiff prick, guiding it back to her opening. She slips the head of my cock into her and I give her a hard thrust, driving myself back into her molten pussy. Lara moans as she starts to rise and fall, sliding herself up and down on my cock. She leans forward, putting her hands on my thighs to brace herself and begins to move up and down, harder and faster.
I hold her by the hips, helping to guide her as she rides my cock. I watch her sweet tight ass bouncing up and down on me as she fucks me. Lara leans back against me again, slowing her pace, her breathing becoming ragged.
“I almost forgot how much I like fucking you,” she gasps.
“You're not done yet,” I say.
“No, I'm not.”
Climbing off of me, she turns around to face me. Thrusting her breasts in my face, she grabs my head and pulls it forward. Kneading her tits with my hands, I lick and suck on her stiff nipples, giving her a good hard bite that draws a gasp from her. I look up at her and swat her ass again, harder this time. She squeals and bites her bottom lip as she looks me in the eye.
“Fuck me, Lara,” I said. “Get on my lap and ride me. Now.”
She grabs hold of my shaft and obediently lowers herself down onto me. The head of my cock parts her wet, swollen lips and she wraps her arms around the back of my neck as she lowers herself down, taking me into her until I fill her up completely.
Lara kisses me, our tongues swirling together, as she starts to grind her hips. She moves herself up and down on my cock, throws her head back and cries out. She writhes on top of me, her movements frantic, her eyes locked on mine.
“I'm going to come, baby,” she says. “Please tell me I can come. Please, baby.”
I smack her ass and pull her down onto my cock hard. “You can come.”
As if her body reacts on command, Lara shudders and digs her nails into my shoulders. She calls my name as she begins to spasm on top of me. Her body is trembling and she leans forward, biting my shoulder as her orgasm powers through her.
Eventually, it subsides and Lara is left looking at me, her face flushed, her body still trembling slightly. She climbs off my lap and grabs hold of my cock. Slipping the condom off of me, she tosses it to the side before getting back down onto her knees. Taking my cock in her hand, she starts to stroke it as she looks me in the eye again.
“I want to taste you,” she purrs.
Lowering her head but not breaking eye contact, Lara goes back to work with her mouth and hand, sucking and jerking me off. I watch her as she works, incredibly turned on by the sight of it. She squeezes my prick as she tightens her lips around it, her movements hard and fast. I moan and feel the pressure building low within me.
I lean my head back onto the back of the couch and groan as Lara brings me to edge – and then pushes me over it. My cock pulses and a shudder rolls through my body as I blow my load into her mouth. Lara never breaks eye contact as I fill her mouth with my seed. She simply takes it all in and swallows it down.
It takes a few moments, but my pulse settles back down and my breathing returns to normal. Lara gets up and sits down on the couch next to me, laying her head on my shoulder.
“I sometimes forget,” I say and chuckle, “you give the best blowjob on the West Coast.”
“I keep telling you to come to San Francisco more often.”
I laugh and kiss the top of her head.
“We should probably get downstairs,” she says.
I sigh. “If we must.”