Twelve
Graham
“Yeah! Woo!”
For someone who professed she didn’t know a thing about basketball, Libby sure was getting into the sport. I had courtside seats for us at a Chicago Bulls game, and every time I turned around Libby was asking me a question.
“What position is he playing again?”
“How many points is a foul shot?”
“Wait, why can’t he move once he stops?”
I enjoyed answering her questions, even though it was distracting from the game. But when someone made a three-point shot, she was up on her feet and cheering.
I was just glad she was cheering for the right team.
I flagged down a guy selling hot dogs and snagged us a couple. Libby was very dainty in her actions. Tearing pieces of the bun off before trying to delicately eat the loaded hot dog. She had a napkin in her lap and a smile on her face, and I found myself concentrating more on her than I was the game.
“Yes! Way to go!” Libby exclaimed.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Were you not watching?”
“I was too busy looking at you.”
She blushed at my words and her tainted cheeks fueled my desire for her further.
“He made a basket,” Libby said.
“Then I would suspect that’s a reason to cheer,” I said.
“Are you going to stare at me the entire game, or are you going to pay attention?” she asked.
“If I want to sit courtside and watch you watch the game, then that’s what I’ll do.”
“So demanding. Geez,” she said with a smirk.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
Her eyes whipped back to me and I felt my cock stiffen. I drew in deep breaths as I tried to calm myself, but the look in Libby’s eye was far too much. We’d done this song and dance enough to know what was coming next. I took her out, we had a good time, then we ventured back to her place and I opened her eyes to the pleasures I could afford her. And I was thankful she didn’t question why we always went back to her apartment.
The last thing I needed was for her to ask to go back to my place.
Libby kept erupting with the crowd in cheers while I continued to watch her. As she caught on to how the game worked, she enjoyed it more and more. She cheered people on and clapped when they got up from being injured. Some of the players even started waving at her when they made a basket.
I didn’t like the attention they were giving her, but it added to the thrill of it all so I tried to suck it up.
But we both knew what was coming. As I escorted her from the stadium and walked her back to my car, I knew what we were in for. My cock was already throbbing with the prospect of being within her body, and I white-knuckled the steering wheel the entire way back to her place. She always tried the innocent thing when we got to her door. Fiddling with her keys and tucking her hair behind her ear. It was cute, the way she tried to act as if she didn’t want what was coming.
But every single time she looked up at my, her eyes betrayed her.
We walked through the threshold of her darkened apartment and she went to turn on a light. Only this time, I stopped her. She whipped her gaze up at me as we stood there in the darkness, our bodies drawn to one another as my cock throbbed. I wanted to do something different with her this time. I didn’t want us to rip one another’s clothes off and stumble into the bedroom.
This time, I wanted the control.
This time, I wanted to be listened to.
“Graham?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you want to turn on a light?” Libby asked.
“No,” I said.
“Okay. Just… be careful walking to the room. Mozart has a tendency to drop things willy nilly.”
“No,” I said.
“No… you aren’t going to be careful?”
“No, we’re not going to your room,” I said with a grin.
I stalked towards her, feeling her body tense as I loomed over her. I undid my tie and slid it from my neck, then covered her eyes with it. Her hands flew to my wrists and I stopped, waiting for her to give me the go-ahead. She held my stance for a long time, and for a moment I thought she was going to tell me ‘no’.
Until she dropped her hands and nodded her head.
I tied the tie around the back of her head, making sure not to catch her hair in it. Then I proceeded to undress the two of us, leaving our clothes in a pile on the floor.
“Graham?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“What um… what do you want me to do?”
Her question was like a chorus of angels to my ears.
“Get on your knees and wait,” I said.
I watched her dip down to the floor as I held my cock in my hands. She looked so beautiful, knelt for me with her arms in her lap. My body was shaking with want for her. I wanted to feel her warm lips wrapped around my cock. I wanted to take her on every surface of her fucking bullshit apartment. I wanted her cat meowing from the annoyance of the noise by the time I was done with her.
I swiped the head of my cock across her lips, painting my precum like lipstick before she opened and took me in.
“Libby,” I said with a growl. “Shit.”
She gagged the further I pushed back so I relented. I kept my thrusts shallow as my balls grew heavy with want. I reached down and cupped her cheek, massaging her jaw as she hollowed out her cheeks. My legs were twitching and the way her tongue rolled around the tip of my cock had me breathless. I wanted to fuck her throat. I wanted to pour myself down her throat and fill her stomach with all of me. But I didn’t want to frighten her.
We would have to work up to some of those things.
She hummed around my cock and I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled my dick from between her lips before I pulled her up to her feet. I picked her up against my chest, her arms threaded around my neck as she buried her face into my skin.
Then, I pinned her to the nearest wall.
“Graham. You’re going to-”
“I’m not going to drop you,” I said as I grabbed my cock. “Not by a longshot.”
I slid into her tight pussy and she moaned for more. I rolled my hips, feeling her fingernails digging into the meat of my back. I nipped and sucked at her skin, raising welts on her neck and biting marks into her chest. Her pussy throbbed around me. Pulling me closer as I quickened my pace. I pressed her between the wall and my chest, my toes digging into the laminated tiling of her fake hardwood floors.
Fuck, this woman deserved better than fake ass hardwood floors.
I pounded into her, bouncing her tits against my chest. I caught one of her nipples between my lips as she tangled her hands in my hair. She shoved me deep into her bosom, moaning and whimpering as my cock filled her time and time again. I could feel her ready to burst, but I was nowhere near that point yet.
I pulled myself from between her legs and set her down onto her feet. I spun her around and pressed her into the wall, then grabbed her hips for leverage. I slid back into her, watching her back bow for me. She wanted me. She wanted what only I could give her. I slid into her from behind, pounding into her relentlessly as her ass jumped for my viewing pleasure. Her arousal was trickling down my balls as they smacked her clit, and she jumped every time they attacked her body.
“Graham. Oh… shit. Yes, Graham. Please. Let me cum. I… I need it. Please.”
I gripped hard into her hips, pulling her back onto my cock as our scent swirled in the air around us. She was glorious. Her body a thing of beauty. Sculptures of her should be carved and put in every museum around the globe. Her curves jumped and her ass jiggled and her voice lilted with a breathless want I’d only heard in my wildest fantasies. It was like she was made for me. Made for my viewing pleasure. Made for me to consume.
Made for the animal within me.
I gritted my teeth as I thrusted into her. Faster and faster I went, pulling loud moans from between her lips. My name devolved into incoherent groans while her entire body shook. I could feel her pussy massaging my cock. I could feel her pushing back into me to chase what she so desperately wanted. My vision began to blur as our hips slammed together, skin slapping skin filling the hallway of her foyer as her pussy exploded around me.
It sucked me deeper into her body as she shook, milking my cock for all it had as I stilled within her. I pulled her upright, wrapping my arms around her waist as I stumbled us back into the other wall. I cock slipped from within her and my cum went shooting across the hallway, painting the wall I had just pinned her to as I held her close to my body. She was heaving for breath and growing weak in her knees. I could feel her sinking to the floor, so I gathered her close to me and followed her every movement.
Then, when we were sitting in the middle of her darkened hallway, I gathered her close to me.
“That was… amazing,” Libby said breathlessly.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes it was.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“And thank you.”
“Is there any way I can convince you to stay tonight?” she asked.
I closed my eyes as I heaved a heavy sigh.
“It’s all right. I shouldn't have asked.”
“I’ve just got an early morning at work,” I said.
“It’s astounding, the number of Sundays you have to work.”
“Technology stops for no one.”
“You know if you don’t want to stay, all you have to do is say so. It’s not going to hurt my feelings.”
But the problem was, I did want to stay.
I simply couldn’t.
“It’s work. I promise,” I said.
“Then maybe another time,” Libby said with a yawn.
“Come on,” I said as I picked her up. “Let’s get you into bed.”
Then I carried her on my weakened legs into her bedroom, tucked her in, and wished her a goodnight.