CHAPTER 01 - MALLORY
Kelly’s words still rang in my ears, and they somehow managed to be louder than the music of Club Vapor coming at me from all sides. I shook my head, and looked down at my purse to see if I had remembered to pack ear plugs the last time I had used it.
Ordinarily that would look a little rude in a nightclub rather than a concert, but since Kelly and her guy were off doing their own thing, I was flying solo for a little while. After digging around in the tiny confines of the purse, I found the two ear plugs.
I fumbled around with them a second before getting them out and was putting the second one in when I realized there was no way I was going to talk to anyone at a club if I was wearing earplugs — who would start a conversation with someone who so clearly didn’t want to be there?
Not for the first time since Kelly and her man had left for the lounge area, I pulled out my phone and hesitated, my thumb hovering over the Lyft app’s icon. I could be on the way home, somewhere I didn’t feel the need to wear this ridiculous dress and these painful heels, inside of five minutes, and twenty minutes later I could be in my pajamas watching a movie.
No, no, no, Mal, not this again. I was here, I was dressed up, and even though Ted had turned out to be a bust, the night wasn’t over yet. I shoved the earplugs back into my purse, deciding that I wasn’t going to be that girl, not tonight.
I turned back to the table, and looked at my drink, currently my only companion. I took a long sip, tilting the glass forward enough that the ice cubes in the bottom slid forward and tapped me on the lips, causing a little arc of cold to race from my mouth throughout my body.
I put the glass down, but the shiver of cold didn’t go away right away like I expected. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, and I breathed in deep, not knowing what to expect, but suddenly feeling like a deer caught in someone’s headlights on a lonely road on a dark night.
I turned around slowly, gripping my purse a little tighter.
And then I saw him.
I never believed in cliches about time slowing down and the volume of background noise turning to zero when someone ran into the unstoppable forces in their lives, but at that moment I swore to all that I believed in that it was happening to me.
He was stunning. And he was walking toward me. Toward me, but with a purpose. A purpose that commanded the room and for the life of me I couldn’t understand why everyone else in Club Vapor didn’t stop whatever they were doing, whoever they were with and watch this gorgeous man walk toward me.
Because it suddenly was the most important thing in the world, and for some reason, only he and I knew that.
Stunning was not an adequate word I could use to describe him, not in the least, but at the moment, my brain had suddenly decided that working was something it was not going to be any good at for the next few moments.
I must have looked like I was about to faint, because whoever he was, he upped his pace and before I knew it, this mountain of a man stood before me.
Neither of us spoke a word as we took the other in. Almost before I knew it, I reached up and pulled a stray lock of hair behind my ear as my eyes wandered up from his shiny dark shoes, up his powerful legs and around the impeccable Italian dark suit he wore, to those coal black eyes that watched me like a fox.
His jaw could cut glass, and the dark stubble that covered the bottom half of his face completed the look, reaching up at the sides to his closely cropped black hair. I gulped. This was a man who had seen some things.
Time slowly sped up, going back to normal, which suddenly felt like a rush. The rest of the crowd at Club Vapor paid no attention to what had just happened, but the man in front of me, in my eyes, commanded the attention of the room.
“You looked,” he started, a low, and gravely voice that reminded me of classic movie stars, “like you were waiting for something.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. “I was,” I squeaked out, after what felt like an eternity.
He stepped closer, getting into my space in a way that I was more than comfortable with, and despite the two sentences we’d spoken to each other, we had already done a novel’s worth of communicating in the last 30 seconds. “I just had to find out what that was.”
“Huh?”
“What you were waiting for. I had to know.”
“I don’-“ I started to say, then caught myself. “I’ve been waiting for you. Where have you been?” I didn’t add ‘all my life’ because that would have been just a little too on the nose.
The man of my dreams smiled, and I sighed. I could get used to this.
I was already used to this.
“I had a late flight,” he said. “But I made it.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“Me too.” He looked over at the bar. “I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you something?”
I turned and let him by me, forgetting my own drink still waiting for me on the table. “I’ll have what you’re having.”
I figured he’d come back with our drinks, but as he passed by me, I felt a giant hand take mine and then he was pulling me toward the bar. When we stopped, he turned back to me. The man leaned in. “I wasn’t about to let you get away,” he whispered in my ear, sending more shivers down my body.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered back.
Somehow the man managed to get the attention of the nearest bartender faster than anyone I had ever seen, and within 2 minutes he had handed me a new drink. I took a sip, feeling the rush of ginger beer, and I smiled at him. We hadn’t spoken since we had gotten to the bar, and for the first time since I could remember with a guy I had just met, that wasn’t weird or awkward in the slightest.
“You came to a club alone?” He took a sip. “That’s a little out of the ordinary, don’t you think?”
“I didn’t come here alone,” I said in my defense. “I came with my friend and the guy she’s seeing.”
“So you were the third wheel, then,” he said, giving me a smirk.
“No!” I felt my hackles rise, and I knew I was turning pink. “I mean, yeah, but that wasn’t the original plan. He brought someone for me to meet.”
The hunk folded his huge arms under his chest and cocked his head to the side. “And how did that go?”
I wrinkled my nose and took another sip. “Can we change the subject? I don’t want to talk about it.”
The man nodded, his dark eyes flashing at me, looking deep into me, in a way that laid me open, bare to him. It was erotic, having him devour me like this with his eyes in public, where everyone could see us. He didn’t say anything, and it took me a second to realize that since I wanted to change the subject, he was going to let me drive the conversation, at least for a little while.
I found that incredibly refreshing - I was too used to meeting guys who just wanted to talk and talk and talk, mostly about themselves.
“Are you from Meridian?” As soon as the words came out I felt like I had said something dumb, like I was reading off a script of questions you asked someone you had just met.
He seemed to take it in stride, though. “I’m from here, yeah, but it’s been a long time since I’ve lived here.”
“Where do you live now?”
He fixed back on me. “I move around a lot these days. Not too much time in any one place.”
“That’s vague and mysterious,” I said, unable to meet his steady gaze as I spoke. The words just came out, I had no idea what made me say that and I could feel my cheeks burning up.
“I get that a lot.”
Now it was my turn to cock my head to the side, like I was trying to draw him out and say more.
He must have noticed, because he continued, starting to speak before he cut himself off. He looked around, his gaze settling on the dance floor off to our left, before coming back to me. I felt my knees turn into jelly as his deep eyes locked with mine. “Dance with me,” he said, his voice rumbling like the bass of the club.
I felt his hand encircle mine again, a warm and rough feeling that made me ache for his touch all over my body. “We just got our drinks, though,” I said, raising my other hand to show off my almost-full glass.
He leaned in, till I could feel his hot breath blowing my hair back a bit just over my ear. “Fuck the drinks,” he whispered, and before I knew what was going on, he had taken my drink, set both of them down on a nearby table, and whisked me off in the direction of the dance floor.
It was as if the masses of people pressing themselves against each other parted ways to let us through. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how he did it, but we soon found ourselves in the thick of it.
I was still trying to get my bearings when he pulled me in close to him, running his rough hand down my arm till our free hands found each other, and I threw myself into our dancing with an abandon that didn’t make sense to me, and that I couldn’t fully explain.
Whoever this guy was, he danced like he was born to do so, moving around with a fluidity and grace that no one would ever expect from such a giant man.
And feeling him press those muscles against me felt electric, and made me wish we weren’t in public and that we could get rid of all these pesky articles of clothing that were clearly getting in our way.
A voice called out in the back of my head as we moved to the pulsing music, a voice that told me this wasn’t like me, that I wasn’t the kind of girl who would find herself on the dance floor up against a man she’d just met, whom she’d exchanged barely a few sentences with…
But this guy was different, and not just because he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.
I mean, that was a big part of it, not gonna lie, but…it was more than that. It was the way he carried himself, the way the entire club seemed to acknowledge his presence, to move aside for him and let him through. It was a kind of personal magnetism that I had never experienced in another person, and it turned me on in a way that I couldn’t expect.
The voice in the back of my head still spoke from the void, though, and I couldn’t ignore It. Regardless of how fascinating I found this man that I didn’t know, this wasn’t like me - I still wasn’t that kind of girl.
Or, maybe…I just wasn’t letting myself be that kind of girl.
He pulled me in close and I couldn’t ignore reality any longer. We locked eyes and he moved his face in even closer to mine, and I drew a deep breath in, knowing he was going to kiss me, and all thoughts left my mind. I closed my eyes and moved my head closer.
And then…he didn’t kiss me.
Well, not on the lips, at least. Just as our lips were going to touch, he veered off and I felt his soft lips against my neck, tracing kisses down the left side till he began teasing my shoulder.
It was as if he knew just what it took to turn me into a horny and excited mess. I breathed out sharply and moaned long and low as I opened my eyes, needing all my strength to keep from collapsing in his arms.
I had a hunch, though, given his muscles and how he stood like a statue yet moved like a dancer, that were I to collapse against him, he would be well suited to keeping me off the ground. I almost wanted to test that theory out.
But I didn’t, not this time - I managed to keep myself afloat in this sea of other people undulating around us like waves. It felt like all the lights were on us, and I leaned in as this sexy man switched sides and kissed me down the neck and to the shoulders all over again.
I could smell him — he smelled like a heavenly mix of sandalwood and vanilla. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and I rubbed my fingers over the muscles of his shoulders and upper arms over his tailored suit.
Finally he pulled away from my shoulder, setting the strap of my dress back in place from where he’d moved it, and we locked eyes again. Neither of us had spoken words that could be described as English for longer than I could remember, and our brief time at the bar all of a sudden felt like a distant memory.
We kept dancing, our eyes never breaking contact, inching closer and closer together until our faces were parked just in front of each other. I felt like time was slowing down even more, and I didn’t know what to do, where to go, how to act. All I could do was be there in that one moment and hope that it would last a little bit longer.
And then, finally, he kissed me for the first time.
Whatever ideas I had about time slowing down changed completely in that moment, because this was the real thing. This was what they talked about in romance novels, this was what they tried to put into movies by panning the camera around and round as the two lovers kissed.
It was everything like that all rolled up into one and it was nothing like any of those things, all at the same time.
It was so much better than any kiss I had ever experienced, and when it ended, and he pulled back, I finally opened my eyes to see his dark eyes back on me, a smile growing on his face, and I said the only thing that came to mind.
It didn’t really come to mind so much as just come out of my mouth: “Whoa,” I whispered.
I could hear him chuckle even if I couldn’t hear anything else.
And with all that, the ice between us was broken, and even though I didn’t know a single thing about this man, that didn’t feel weird anymore — it felt totally natural, for the first time in a long time.
We danced like that, pulling each other close to kiss, until I lost all track of time. As our bodies grew more used to each other, we started anticipating each other’s moves on the dance floor, and that let us move around in new and surprising ways that both amazed me and tired me out something fierce.
Just as I was beginning to flag, I felt one of his hands on my waist, the other running up my back and supporting me as he dipped me down low. He moved to my ear again. “Shall we take a break and get drinks?”
I had other ideas on my mind, and on the dance floor I hadn’t even tried to keep my moans in — not caring what anyone said or thought. This man I didn’t know and I had basically been having sex on the dance floor for what felt like forever, and I didn’t want it to end.
And then I found myself doing the least-Mallory-like thing in my entire life. As we stood back up I pulled my mouth to his ear and whispered back, with force. “Fuck the drinks,” I said. “Take me home.”
“Yes, m’am,” he replied.
Within seconds we were holding hands at coat check, getting my jacket back, and I barely had time to put it on before we were outside and into a waiting Lyft headed to my place.
In the car we didn’t waste any time, and I learned that fooling around in the back seat of a car was…complicated when both people kept their seatbelt on. We didn’t speak much, and the driver didn’t disturb us after he noticed we were in very little mood to talk.
We got out on the curb outside my building and before I could feel the chill of the cold night air around me, the man was pulling me up the steps and into the doorway of my building. I punched in the code and we hightailed it to the elevator, stopping along the way to make sure no one else was around before we let our hands roam over each other’s bodies for a few precious seconds before moving onward to our inevitable destination.
It took way too long to reach my apartment, but when we finally did, it felt so good. When he finally closed the door behind us and I found myself back in familiar and private settings, I let out a long sigh, happy to be welcomed back home again.
Of course this time, I was home with a guest, and a guest that I didn’t know.
At all.
We didn’t spend any time being awkward - as soon as the door closed I threw myself into his arms and he wrapped his long and thick arms around me, pulling me against him with enough force to pull the breath from my lungs.
It was exhilarating.
We kicked off our shoes somewhere along the way to my bedroom. I briefly considered offering him a drink first, but as I turned from leading the way through my small apartment and we made eye contact again, I could see the determination etched along the gorgeous man’s face — he wasn’t in the mood to drink anything, and by the way I could feel the desire well up within me, threatening to burst from me, I wasn’t either.
He kept one hand on my waist as we stepped to the bedroom, and I felt his fingers press into me, making me squeal with anticipation over what was soon to come. I didn’t even bother turning on the lights when we got there — this wasn’t about our eyes anymore, this was about feeling each other’s bodies come together without clothing and other people getting in the way.
We stopped at the foot of the bed and he turned me around. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me in for a long and slow and hot kiss, one of his hands under my ass, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his powerful torso, the other hand reaching up my back till his fingers interwove with my hair, pulling another moan from me.
This was the way two people were supposed to become one.
And then, he reached back and pulled my arms from around his neck and then his hand underneath me disappeared and I fell.
No, wait, he threw me.
Onto the bed.
I landed looking up at this mountain of a man before me, and I could see the pure lust in his eyes. I looked down, shocked for a moment that someone like me could draw out that kind of desire in a man. It was almost as if until that moment this had been entirely one sided, that he was turning me on without feeling much of anything in return.
I saw in the way that he looked at me that I had been so very wrong about that.
I bit my lip and tried to take a mental picture as he undid the button keeping his suit jacket together and slipped it off, throwing it to the left so it neatly landed on the chair I kept near my bed.
My mouth watered and I didn’t feel any shame in flat-out ogling the man as he grinned at me while unbuttoning his dark shirt that covered his muscular body just barely. With each button coming undone, I could see a little more of his sexy skin uncovered, and I wanted to rock forward and sit up on my knees and help him with the rest, but something in the way he looked at me made me realize this was a show he was putting on just for me, and I wasn’t about to interrupt him.
When the shirt was completely undone and I could see a line of his muscles where the two sides separated, I looked at him and smiled, licking my lips. I couldn’t help myself and moved toward him, eager to get some of that right away, but he shook his head and gently pushed me back down onto my back while he slid the shirt off each shoulder and down each arm in turn, letting it crumple on the floor.
Everything was slow and exaggerated and a performance, of sorts, for the other person. We both knew what was coming and this had all been, and continued to be, one long and heretofore public example of foreplay.
The tension was killing me, and neither of us had spoken a word since we were in the car.
No words were necessary — to speak, to say anything, would have dispelled a small amount of the mystery and sensuality that caked the air of my apartment, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
When his shirt was finally off, I leaned back, clearly ogling his cut body and making no attempt to hide how hungry my face must have looked. He stood there, his hands on his waist, as I admired him, licking my lips at the thought of having this man’s hands all over me, coupled with getting a chance to explore all the nooks and crannies of those muscles.
I don’t know how much time he gave me before making another move, but eventually I couldn’t wait any longer and I rolled forward onto my knees, pushing off with my hands against the bed till I could steady myself. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and we came in for a long kiss that left my entire body aching for more as my fingers slipped down around his bare shoulders and across his hard chest muscles and toward his washboard abs.
Without breaking eye contact, I reached down and after a few more seconds of fumbling than I would have liked in a perfect world, I managed to undo his belt, getting me one step closer to my final goal.
I ran my fingers around his waist along the top of his suit pants looking down at the hard lines his muscles cut in the pants’ shape, before my hands came back, ready to unbutton them and get rid of them much, much, faster than he’d taken off his shirt. As much as I was enjoying this extended foreplay and striptease, I really, really, needed to feel him inside me as soon as possible.
As I was beginning to expect, he had other ideas, and once again without warning I found myself lying back on the bed with him towering over me, his eyes boring into mine. I opened my mouth to ask what he wanted me to do, but before I could say anything he shook his head and I managed to hold my tongue in check for now.
He reached down, still looking at me, and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them slowly with a growing smile on his face. All I could do was lick my lips in anticipation. When he was done, he pushed his pants to the floor and stepped out of them, reaching down to take off his socks at the same time.
I think that was when I knew he was a keeper.
At least for tonight.
All he had left on were dark colored boxer briefs that, upon further and sudden inspection on my part, I could see barely covered a package that was clearly larger than life. I knew he was going to take it off next, and I knew that I wanted nothing more than to help him with it so I could take him into my mouth and ease all this frustration that had been building up all over my body since the moment we had first locked eyes at Club Vapor, what felt like ages ago.
Of course, he didn’t let me help him. And he didn’t even take his boxers off. He just nodded to me and reached out his hands. It took me a moment to realize what he wanted, and, a little unsure of myself, I rolled forward again and sat up on my knees. Even balancing like that, he was much taller than me, and when I looked forward my eyes and the lower part of his impressive chest muscles were on the same level.
I watched his muscles flex slowly as I inched my gaze back up to his face, taking in every dark hard line of his shoulders and neck, up to that jaw and those eyes. When he touched me, his fingers brushing against my neck, I let a full moan escape from my mouth without controlling it. He leaned in and I smelled the mint on his breath as we kissed again, long, taking our time and enjoying our tongues dancing together after I opened my mouth to let him in.
This was how two people were supposed to kiss.
Before I was ready to stop, he’d moved his face away and downward, leaving kisses down my neck before settling in to nibble on my shoulders, sending bolts of electricity coursing through my veins. This time I did collapse against him, falling forward till I came into contact with his thick muscles, breathing in deep as I came to rest against them. Off in the distance I could hear him chuckle as he pulled me in close, wrapping those strong arms around my back, and then I felt the zipper at the base of the back of my neck move down.
As he undid the zipper on my dress, the skin of my back cooled as it came into contact with the fresh air of the room, pulling a gasp from my throat. He slowed down, still kissing my neck and shoulders, while his fingers traced little symbols over the top of my neck, the zipper moving ever downward until it reached the end of its laid-out path.
I breathed in deep, feeling exposed despite still having my dress on and, of the two of us, wearing by far more clothing, and I shuddered, a little earthquake running through my body as he reached up, one hand coiling my hair in his fingers and the other pulling the straps of my dress off my shoulders one at a time.
When he was done I was panting, both from being so turned on I could barely stand it and from the sudden rush of cold air as he pulled my dress off me. All I had left on was my bra and boy shorts. I couldn’t help but look down, suddenly nervous at my body being on display like that. I couldn’t make eye contact with him, didn’t want him to be disappointed at what he discovered.
Even though I couldn’t see his face, I heard him breathe in sharply as he tossed my dress aside, and I heard it rustle as it landed on the floor in a pile of fabric. I was so nervous, but then I felt his hands on my upper arms, gently, and then one hand, his fingers, on my chin, slowly lifting my head up till I couldn’t help but look into his eyes.
The look of pure desire and lust he gave me made my knees shake, and I quickly threw my hands around his waist to steady myself. No words were necessary. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, our mouths staying closed this time. I held on to the kiss as long as I could, feeling his hand once again in my hair, very lightly pulling at the mass he coiled up in his fingers.
It felt electric, and I opened my mouth to gasp out, and he kissed me harder, our tongues meeting again. I had no idea sex could be like this, and we hadn’t even had any yet.
After another eternity, we broke our lip contact, and he stepped back a half step, his eyes running up and down my body, the hint of lust never fading from them. I felt like a lingerie model, I felt like my purpose in that moment was to be sexy for this man I didn’t know.
Before long, he couldn’t just look anymore, and his fingers brushed up against me, all over, feeling me up in none of the places I would have thought a man would go right for. No, instead of trying to get my lacy bra and panties off, he left those areas alone, concentrating on my arms, neck, shoulders, and stomach.
Finally, I’d had enough of just being the object of his attention and I started to do the same, exploring his muscles with my fingers, taking deep breaths in each time I felt them flex under me. We were learning about how each other’s bodies moved, like we were preparing for what was to come.
And then, all of a sudden, the tone changed, and whatever dancing we were doing became more…animalistic. He pulled me into him, and our kisses got stronger and faster, like we were both deciding at the same time that we wanted to get on with it — to get to the good stuff, even though I wasn’t gonna lie, what we were doing was already pretty great.
I moved things forward by disengaging from him and falling backward toward the bed. At first, he rolled his arms downward till his hands encircled my waist, his fingers digging into my ass over the lacy dark blue fabric of my boy shorts, holding me up for a few glorious seconds before he understood and let me fall back, gently, his hands moving one at a time to take mine and let me fall down like I had a parachute on.
The blankets below me felt cool and I closed my eyes, rolling my arms and moving my legs till I was basically making a snow angel right there. When I opened my eyes again, his face was above me, and then I felt the heat coming off his body just on the edge of mine as he held himself over me. I breathed in, and pushed my face upward till we met in a kiss that lasted until he could rest himself on one elbow, his other hand reaching under my head to cup my hair in his palm.
I felt the strength in the muscles above me, felt his hard cock pressing against his boxer briefs, trying to get out, and I felt my own wetness, my own need. I didn’t have to wait long. The next thing I knew, his hand wasn’t underneath my head anymore - I watched him move down his own body, and in a quick and fluid motion, he took off his boxer briefs, kicking them away.
I got my first look at his huge cock, hard and pressing into me, as he settled back into position. It was breathtaking, and I was momentarily scared about trying to fit that thing inside of me, but then I realized I was wetter in that moment than I could ever remember being.
Once again I was wearing more clothes than him, so I moved my hand up to the front of my bra to unclasp it, but he saw what I was doing and pulled my fingers away at the last moment. I looked at him, the question in my eyes, until he moved his head downward and started kissing me, lightly, ever so lightly, along the strap of my bra as it came over my shoulder. I shuddered, watching him trace kisses as he slowly made his way to the cup, under which my hard nipples pressed, eager to get out and feel his touch all over them.
When his head was between my breasts, he lingered, taking his time and licking me lightly, flicks of his tongue over the centers of my breasts. I groaned, moving my hands to either cup and pushing my boobs together and straining to push myself upward and give him a better angle.
He didn’t change his pace, just played with me, teasing me and leaving me panting with need. Every few seconds we made eye contact as he raised his head and I could see the delight in his eyes, the pleasure he took from torturing me like this.
It wasn’t fair. And again, just as I was thinking about opening my mouth and saying something, I felt one of his hands move up, and with a flick of the wrist and a twist of his fingers, he unclasped my bra, finally letting my boobs out so he could get to them. With his nose, he moved each up to the side, exposing me, before tracing a line of kisses from one nipple to the next.
He looked at me again before he finally took one of them into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue and giving me just enough of a hint of his teeth to make me gasp at the unreal mix of a little bit of pain with my strong dose of pleasure.
He spent a few minutes paying strict attention to my breasts, and I was only too happy to accommodate, feeling the fire of lust rise up in me each time he took one of my nipples into his mouth. When he wasn’t doing that, he was tracing lines of kisses around each nipple, moving outward and getting larger, till no part of my breasts had escaped.
It felt amazing, and it left me a quivering mess. But still, I had more on my mind, and clearly, he did too, because soon I felt his fingers tracing around the edges of the fabric on my boy shorts, and I knew that we were moving forward.
He moved down, moving his body above me on his hands pressed into the bed at my sides, till his face hovered above my pussy. He lowered his head and breathed in deep, and I had to resist the urge to thrust myself into him, to cry out for him to stop teasing me like this and just please fuck me, and fuck me hard.
In that moment if you had asked me what time it was, or how long it had been since we had gotten to my apartment, or even gotten into bed, for the life of me I would not have been able to tell you, I was that far gone. All sense of time had left the building.
Back to reality, and the gorgeous man propped up on his elbows with his thumbs hooked into each side of my boy shorts, slowly pulling them off me, a look of wonder on his face as he exposed my pussy to the cool air mixed with his hot breath coming down in regular and steady waves.
I closed my eyes as I lifted my legs up and let him throw my panties away before he came back, his head once again above me. I felt a gentle push against each of my inner thighs in turn, and I moved my legs out of the way so he could reposition himself between them.
The moment his lips and tongue brushed up against my clit, I wanted to scream out in pleasure and aching need. I almost did, before I remembered that I was in my apartment and the walls here were very thin, and I had neighbors who felt no hesitation to bang on them when disturbed, or even come over if even the slightest loud noise didn’t stop. I managed to keep my mouth shut, but just barely.
He teased my clit with his tongue like he’d done this many times before, and I pushed my hips upward and downward in time with his moves, trying to keep as close to him as possible even when he moved away to tease me, before coming back and licking me again.
He must have been able to tell how wet I was, because I soon felt one of his long and sleek fingers pressing into my pussy, and I heard him groan as he took his finger out and tasted my juices. The smile on his face could power a city, and before I knew what happened next, he tasted me all over, his tongue lapping at me with just the right amount of force and pressure.
I felt the rising tide of my first orgasm coming up, and I tried to hold it back for a few moments, revel in each new peak of pleasure this man was dragging me to, but I could only hold in the sensations for so long, and before I knew it I was bucking my hips forward and backward, my limbs spasming as I moaned, riding the edge of the wave as long as I could before collapsing into the shoals.
With a practiced eye, the man moved his head back and forth in time with my hips, and only slightly let up on teasing my lower lips with his tongue and finger. I was so sensitive down there, but he managed to play me just right, and next thing I knew another wave was about to hit me. I shook my head, almost weeping with how good he made me feel.
And then, as I should have guessed, he stopped, moving his face away from between my legs, kissing my inner thighs and up to my belly. I was grateful for at least the moment’s respite, a little rest from the all-out offensive of pleasure that he’d been mounting thus far.
I felt like I had run a 10 mile race, and as I opened my eyes to look down at my unknown lover, it looked like he was barely getting started, like he’d just woken up from a fresh nap.
Two could play at that game, I decided, and I slowly wiggled around, testing my arms and legs to make sure they still worked. The man sat up, resting on his knees, his head cocked to one side, watching me with a peculiar yet somehow devastatingly sexy look on his face.
He was waiting for me to do whatever I was going to do. Even though neither of us had said a word, we both understood — at least for a few minutes, it was my turn.
And I was going to take advantage of it. I pressed my palms into the blankets over the thick mattress, feeling it deform as I pushed myself off the bed, my muscles still sweaty and tense from all this exertion. Once I was sitting up, I backed up and got on my knees in front of him, grabbing his shoulders with my hands.
After a quick kiss I took my own opportunity to trace down his chest with my lips and tongue, leaving a line all the way down to his chiseled abs and the happy trail leading downward below.
I licked my lips as I leaned over, dropping one hand to the bed to steady myself as I teased around the base of his hard cock, breathing in his fresh and clean sandalwood sent, which drove me wild, and I couldn’t help but take the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, feeling the texture and tasting him. I looked up and saw his eyes roll upward and close, and he swayed back and forth an inch here or there.
It turned me on so much to know that I could make him feel that good. Every few seconds I took a little more of his cock into my mouth, waiting so I could adjust and get used to the new stretch. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get the entire thing in, but I was going to go as far as I could.
Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, wrapping my hair around his fingers. He didn’t guide me or try to push me at all. He just held his hand there, another point of contact between us. I got used to it way quicker than I expected, and when after a minute he let go of my hair and moved his hand down my back and around my side to cup my breasts, I found that I missed having my hair in his hand like that.
I felt his cock tense up, and I heard him groan, and just as I was getting ready for him to cum, we made eye contact, and he shook his head. I didn’t know what to make of that, but then his cock stopped spasming in my mouth, and he touched the tips of my shoulders with one finger from each hand, gently pushing me backward till his cock came out of my mouth.
I sighed as it left, giving it a little kiss on the tip, which made both of us smile.
Almost immediately, his eyes turned hard again, like he was a man on a mission, and I knew right then that he had stopped me because he didn’t want to cum in my mouth — at least, he didn’t want to cum in my mouth before he had fucked me.
And I had never been more ready to be fucked in my life.
I could see in his eyes that he knew what I was thinking, because he took charge, pulling me toward him and then pulling my legs forward as he gently pushed my shoulder back. I pressed my breasts out as he leaned me back onto the bed, leaning forward with me till our lips locked together, my hair splayed out behind me against the sheets.
It was magical. We moved like we were already connected together his fingers and rough palms guiding me, moving my legs apart and letting my hands run all over his shoulders and back. Our eyes never left each other’s glance, and we in those precious few moments, we spoke without words.
I knew what was coming next, and, true to form, he only made me wait a few seconds longer than I thought I would. I was soaking wet, and ready for him, and as our eyes spoke volumes to each other, he pressed his cock into me. I felt the stretch immediately, and gasped, forcing all the air out of my lungs at once as I squirmed in place, trying to get used to his girth.
He saw the look in my eyes and went even slower, just barely moving forward, stopping every few seconds to pause and pepper my face and neck with kisses, and my hard nipples brushed his chest each time he did so.
We moved like that for at least a minute, as he stretched me out, and the slight pain at having sex for the first time in a long time quickly gave way to the mounting rush of light and stars and all that made my nerve endings fire all over my body in cascading waves.
I could see the smile growing on his face, and I watched his eyes, seeing the pleasure rise up in them as well, and I was overjoyed that two strangers could come together like this and make each other feel so amazing.
Finally, he was entirely inside me, and I felt our lower bodies connect. I had never felt so full in my life, and to my great delight, he stayed in that position, his powerful hands next to either of my shoulders, holding his upper body above mine, just barely touching. It was a wonderful show of strength and dominance, and I marveled at how our bodies looked next to each other like that.
Each time he stretched the limits of how long he would do something, I told myself that next time I would hold on a few more seconds, that I would be ready for him when he changed things up.
And each time, including this one, I was wrong — just when I momentarily started to get worried that he wouldn’t keep going, or that we’d stay like this, I felt him pull out of me, slowly, teasing the tops of my breasts with his lips as he pulled his incredible cock out of me till just the head was still inside.
I thrust my head back into the bed and pushed my hips forward, back and forth, trying to get him back inside me, but he kept playing with me, apparently not willing to give even an inch of himself on anything but his terms.
It was a power game we were playing, he and I, and we both knew he had the upper hand.
He leaned over, getting closer, resting on his strong forearm, and we kissed again and again, and in between each kiss, he pushed himself back into me a little further — this time it was easier, and there was no hint of pain along the way.
We slowly built up a rhythm — back and forth, in and out, as his hand explored all up and down my body and I did the same to him when I was able to muster the strength, which wasn’t as often as I would have liked, given how amazing his cock felt inside me.
After a few minutes he got a little faster and I felt the flushes of an orgasm coming up again. He clearly could tell that I was getting close, because he kept going at exactly the same pace, taking his time to nibble on each of my nipples, which made me cry out, with tears forming in my eyes, it felt so good.
I felt the rush coming on quick, so I turned from lightly massaging his back to gripping his shoulders, with an intensity that startled even me. He looked at me and we both nodded, and almost immediately I felt the same spasming from his cock inside of me that I had felt when he was in my mouth minutes earlier.
I didn’t even have time to wonder how this man could have that much control over himself, because just after that I was tossed into the unending sea of sparks and jolts of energy, covering all of me like a warm blanket, and I felt him cum a few seconds later.
I almost blacked out, all I could do was move my arms and legs without any sense of control, and through barely open eyes I saw him watching me, a look of pure, unadulterated lust and concentration on his face.
And then we collapsed against each other, our sweaty and satisfied bodies intertwined. The force of the sex we had just had hit me like a ton of bricks, and I flashed quickly to everything that had just happened from the moment I had turned and seen this man walking toward me with a purpose clear in his eyes.
That purpose had now been fulfilled, and it had been better than even I had imagined when we’d been on the dance floor, in the car on the way here, and just after the door had closed behind us.
He pulled back, and I felt his cock leave me, and a renewed sense of desire flashed across my mind and body at the same time, but I was too tired to do anything about it.
He lay down against the soft sheets of my bed, and the light from the window poured in, briefly illuminating his muscles, and my mouth watered again as I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me in closer, till my head rested on his shoulders.
We lay like that, our hands slowly moving over each other’s body, and even though I would normally have been covered in all kinds of blankets and comforters at this time of year to stay warm, after what we’d just done, and with this man all around me, I couldn’t have been warmer.
Something finally occurred to me, and I turned my head till I was facing his. “I’m Mallory,” I whispered.
He looked at me with those endless eyes and I moved my head closer to his. “Barrett,” he whispered back.
Those were the only words we’d spoken to each other since we were on the dance floor at Club Vapor, and they were the only words we spoke to each other before I fell asleep in his arms.