Chapter 2
Moments later, the two of us were tearing through the black of night. His engine roared as we zipped along the highway, and I wrapped my arms tightly, tightly around him, holding on for dear life, yet feeling utterly secure as my arms practically crushed his center. God, it was so thrilling… I hadn’t in fact, been on a motorcycle, but the fact that I was now riding one for the first time, not to mention the fact that he even owned one to begin with, added to the thrill, the danger, the excitement of the evening ahead, which was already looming large and wonderful in my mind.
We sped above the town, and I was in awe of the city’s lights as we drove beyond it all. He was clearly giving me a roundabout tour, taking the long way to get to his hotel in order to give me a little extra thrill – and I honestly didn’t mind it a damn bit.
I squeezed my arms more tightly around his body, savoring his heat, letting my legs push into him as much as they possibly could without it interfering with his driving. Then I leaned my head forward, resting it on his back, and let the rumbling of the bike course through my system like mad.
At last, we looped our way back down into the town, pulling up and parking at the hotel. He took me by the hand, and escorted me into his room with him, which was nice and clean, the temperature perfect, and the atmosphere impeccable.
Somehow, I was in awe as to the fact that I was actually doing this… I didn’t have any reason to be, really – plenty of people went back to rooms together. But it was such a thrill for me, such a delight, and I felt alive, empowered, and happy with myself for the first time in quite a long while.
I’d sort of just been looking around the room, awed, as though I’d somehow never been in a hotel room before. When suddenly I felt his hand on my wrist, turning me around to face him. I stared into his eyes, and my nostrils flared, and he was smiling at me all the while, his head clearly a lot cooler and more collected than my own.
I couldn’t help myself anymore…
I leaned in yet again, and kissed him for the second time. This time, however, there was no stopping us, and he received me more greedily than ever, pulling my body into him tightly, his fingers gripping my ass, pressing against the small of my back so that there was as little space between the two of us as possible.
And the two of us proceeded to ravish one another, as easily as that. Kissing, touching, caressing… He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I pushed my own into his, and we remained that way for some time, gouging one another’s throats. Lapping one another up, and getting as much as we could as though the moments were about to run out, our opportunity vanishing.
I could feel him beginning to harden up against my skirt, his boner thick and hard and warm, and I reached down between the two of us to pet him, rubbing the throbbing mass, loving the feeling beneath my palm as I did so…
In response to this, he began to grab my breasts, kneading them up beneath the fabric of my blouse, squeezing them tightly, and filling them with sensations. I moaned, and pushed myself even harder into him, and God, I was reeling now… I gave him a last, hard cup against his dick, and he seemed to love it, groaning, ready for things to progress now as quickly as possible.
He pulled back away from me, and peeled out of his leather jacket. He whisked his t-shirt up over his head, then, letting the fabric dissolve from his form like liquid. And I was left staring hungrily at that naked torso of his, sweaty and powerful, rippling with musculature. Tattoos twisted and writhed along the surface of his pectoral muscles, dancing down, down, down along his body, through the agonizing rungs of his six-pack abdominals, and sweeping all the way to the deeply cut V-lines of his Adonis muscles, pointing seductively like an arrow to his prize beneath the belt…
I leaned into him, putting my hand on his body and feeling the glorious planes of his flesh, my pussy wet as I discovered him, tracing out the creases between his muscles, and at one point going so far as to lean in, and to suckle on his nipple.
He seemed to like this, but then a moment later I felt him moving onto other things, his hands suddenly grabbing at the fabric of my blouse, trying to get the damn thing off of me as a hurriedly as possible.
I stepped away from him, brushing off his hand, and giving him a sort of reprimanding look, as though he’d been a very, very naughty boy. Still grinning, then, I laced my fingers into the hem of my blouse, and proceeded to strip for him. I peeled the fabric up, up, up off of me, my breasts bouncing in the cups of my bra as I let it drift to the floor. I then leaned forward, and peeled out of my skirt, bringing it down, down, down, from my ass to my thighs, to my knees to my ankles.
I stood before him for a moment in my bra and panties, loving the obvious restraint he was showing, nostrils flaring, as he struggled to avoid giving in, lunging forward, pouncing me right there on the spot. I shifted the weight back and forth on my hips, able to tell how much he enjoyed the sight of me doing so, and then I slid my hands behind my back, unhooking the clasp of my bra.
I pulled the straps down off of my arms, and peeled the cups from my breasts, but before he’d had a chance to look I had an arm over my nipples, playfully censoring myself, frustrating him further. Only when my back was turned did I move the arm away, and I let him stare at my beautiful, naked spine for several seconds before proceeding further.
I laced my fingers into the waistband of my panties, and slowly, slowly, slowly I began to double over forward, bending my body at the waist, and letting the fabric melt along my form. My buttocks pushed wide open for him by the time I touched down, and I treated him to a nice, splayed view of my ass and pussy for a moment, before slowly, slowly, slowly venturing back up.
I began to traipse back over to him, naked from head to toe, giving him a nice, full view of my body as I neared. He wanted to grab me, to take me, to ravish me, but he allowed me to continue circling him like a bird of prey, deciding what I wanted to do to him, even though deep down I had my exact plan in mind already.
At last, when I thought the grinding of his cock against the fly of his jeans must be getting painful for him, I decided to put him out of his misery. I decided to stop in front of him, peering into his eyes, and then slowly, slowly, slowly stooping down, down onto my knees.
I reached up. I unbuttoned him. Unzipped him.
I delved into his underwear, and the long, hot, veiny shaft of his erect penis bounced out into the open, the longest I’d ever before had the pleasure of servicing, and the very thought of it made me wet as hell inside, almost as much as it made me nervous.
Swallowing hard, my throat already hurting from the anticipation, I looked up at him from the floor, smiling devilishly, and licked my lips. I reached up and seized him, and began to steadily pump my wrist, rhythmically pumping his shaft, pushing the skin up up up, down down down, from one end to the other, base to tip, over and over and over again. He sighed, and I stroked him harder, faster, so that streams of pre-ejaculate began to stream out from the opening of his engorged purple tip.
He sighed, and I noticed his buttocks clenching as I leaned forward to clear away the mess of his jizz. I didn’t take him in my mouth just yet, but delicately licked away the spatters of clear, sticky fluids along his shaft, tongue extended, like licking an envelope. He was clearly hot and bothered by this act, and I grinned, happy at my ability to torment him in this way.
I continued to stroke him manually, and after a while I inhaled, spitting onto his bulbous tip. I promptly spread my saliva along the course of his shaft, loving the sound as it squelched in my grip, and grinning in spite of myself. I pumped and pumped, and then I leaned in, taking his scrotum in my mouth, nibbling playfully on him, getting him ready for what I eventually had in store.
And finally, I drew back. I licked my lips at him, my nostrils flared, and I pushed my face forward into him. My lips melted around his tip, and then pushed along his shaft, burying itself deep, deep, deep into the warm, wet crook of my throat, disappearing into my neck altogether. At last, I felt his tip touch down inside me, halfway down along my windpipe, and it was all I could do to avoid gagging on him, struggling to contain him in his immensity as I was.
“Ohhhhh, Goddddd,” he moaned, and I knew that all of my difficulty was paying off for him, a fact which made it easier to continue. He slid his fingers through my hair, petting me gently, and I looked up at him innocently, fluttering my eyelashes, my face looking especially skull-like as my cheeks compressed around him.
Then slowly, very slowly, I slid my head back, back, back along his shaft to his engorged tip, building up a tremendous suction, letting it build, mount, and then snapping my lips away. He shuddered, and immediately I was closing in around him yet again, swallowing him back down, and beginning to deep throat him in earnest.
I sucked him off rhythmically, breaking into a steady, agonizing pace. I glugged and snorted like an animal as I pushed my body around, loving the difficulty I was having in containing him as I downed and regurgitated him. I twisted my tongue around his shaft, loving the taste of him, and the hand on the crown of my head just kept pushing me along, harder, harder, faster, faster, to a rate at which I could no longer continue, yet I had to anyway, and God I loved the sweet, intense agony of pleasuring him in this way.
And at last, he pushed me so far deep into himself that I could no longer breathe. He held me steadily there, and my nostrils flared, and my head went light. I thought that, at any moment, he would ejaculate into my mouth, and I waited and waited and waited for it, yet it never came.
Finally, he unclenched his buttocks, and began to slide his way back out of me, satisfied, and ready for the next step. I gasped, and choked on my own spit as I pulled away from him, my face covered in my own fluids, which I licked away, smiling, as at last I’d managed to put him back out of me again.
He smiled at me in return.
He brought me over to the bed, and had me lay down, pushing my legs open, so that he could stare into the wet, pink folds of my aroused pussy. He lightly put his fingers into me, tracing out the perimeter of my cunt, seemingly mesmerized by how young and how fresh it was. Moments later, he pulled away, putting his fingers in his mouth, tasting me – and that made me even wetter.
He slid out of his jeans, his underwear, and he descended upon me, his naked body covering me like a sheet, hot and pleasant, the stiff molten rod of his cock feeling wonderful against my abdomen as he slowly ground himself into me.
He continued to play with my breasts, to take the nipples into his teeth and squeeze them, filling me up with sensations. Then he lined himself up with me down below, seizing my knees and pushing them up, giving himself the maximum degree of leverage.
I gasped, then, as he clenched his buttocks, driving his pelvis forward. His tip pierced the wet pink folds of my flesh, and then forced its way inside me, stretching me out. Inch by inch by agonizing inch of that long, hard cock split me open down the center, engulfed in my cunt and seemingly without end, until at last, at long last, his scrotum pooled up against my opening, and I realized I’d somehow managed to contain him.
I let out a squeak of pleasure, my eyes wide, and he stared into them, satisfied. He leaned in, and kissed me on the lips, but I was unresponsive, preoccupied as I was by the lead pipe presently being pushed up into my cunt.
God it felt wonderful…
He began to sift his ass back, pulling his cock slowly, slowly out of me, and then he pushed back forward again, in, out, in, out, building up a speed, a rhythm. Light little moans of pleasure were beginning to leak from inside me, and he proceeded to hump me faster, more vigorously.
Thrusting, pushing, humping, then fucking, fucking, fucking like there was no tomorrow. He actually began to snarl as he drilled me, pounding my pink pussy to oblivion, smashing into my body, the bed starting to creak and to slam against the wall. Harder and harder, destroying me, annihilating my cunt. My breasts shook wildly from the pumping of his body into me, my fingers curled into his flesh, and he just kept hammering me, our wet, aroused genitals slapping violently together, KLAP KLAP KLAP KLAP!
I was moaning, crying out, the sensations pushing through my body, “Oh God, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
And with a final, monstrous force he slammed himself into me, holding steady, our bodies shaking, until at last he began to ejaculate inside me. Pulse after pulse of his hot, molten sperm began to spatter my pink, floral folds, filling me up to the brim, overloading me, and setting me over the edge. I screamed, as orgasm began to overtake me, my head throbbing and my pussy bursting, every inch of me on fire with delight as my body burned to smithereens.
And at last, at long, long last, he pulled out of me, and collapsed on the bed next to me, the two of us sweaty and exhausted, but thrilled as hell over what we’d just done to one another.
We lay there, panting and exhausted in the afterglow, our heads spinning, the two of us staring wide eyed at the ceiling, our thoughts likely far apart for a moment, but it didn’t matter. I was so thrilled, so astonished by what had happened inside me just then, his fluids still dripping from inside me… It had been so wonderful, and he’d pleased me so thoroughly in every way. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such a wonderful time in bed, and the thought of it caused a smile to spread wide across my lips.
This did not go undetected, apparently, as moments later I felt his hand reaching over to me, tenderly caressing the small of my back. He pulled me back into himself, and the two us kissed wildly for a few minutes, to the point that he was getting hard up against me yet again, and I thought we might be about getting ready for round two.
However, he stopped just short of the mark, pulling away from me instead, and peering into my eyes. “See?” he said, grinning, “We could have stayed there at the bar for hours and it wouldn’t have been anywhere near as fun as that,” he said, and I laughed.
“I guess you’re right,” I said, and I started just then, as he put his fingers into me once more, rubbing me gently, his own come trickling through his grip as he did so. I moaned for a few moments as the sensations continued to come, but at last I managed to get control of myself. At last, as he was still rubbing me, I said, softly, “You know… I really needed this… I just got out of a pretty bad relationship… Or, well, a relationship that had a bad ending, I guess. My partner had been unfaithful, and up to that point I’d not even suspected it… I was feeling… Well, I was feeling pretty low, honestly, and… This cheered me up…”
“I thought it might,” he said, leaning in and kissing my breast. I smiled.
“I guess, well… I guess we’re being pretty honest about what we’re both looking for, so… I just… I hope you don’t mind me asking so soon, but… Well, do you think we’ll end up seeing one another again, after this, I mean? I really like you, and…”
But he stopped me short. “I don’t like to make plans,” he said, and that elated feeling in my chest came settling gently back down to earth pretty quickly. He could see the disappointment in my face, though, and added hurriedly, “I like you too… It’s just… I feel like trying to think ahead that much is a bad idea. I go to that bar a lot, so if it does happen, it does happen… I just think it’s better to wait and see how things go, than it is to try and predict the future… That’s all…”
“Oh,” I said, clearly disappointed by his answer. It wasn’t a no, but still… I guess I’m just the sort of person who likes some stability in their life, and it sort of took away some of the hope I’d had that this could be more than just a one night stand. He seemed to take note of my defeated, expression, though, and he hurried to rectify the situation, continuing to stroke my hair, and adding a quick reassurance to what he’d said.
“I don’t mean anything by that… It’s just how I am… That’s not to say it couldn’t happen, I just don’t want to say it will or it won’t… I do really like you, though… And that isn’t to say we can’t just make the best of this night now, and see where it goes…”
And God, as he looked into my eyes, it was hard to find fault with his argument.
He leaned in, and kissed me, and ran his kisses down, down, down all along my body.
We proceeded to make long, hot love deep into the night.