(Yes, I’m a nerd.)
“You like what you see?” I whispered as I rocked up and paused.
“Yes,” he answered with a strangled voice.
I paused… for a second… two seconds…
“Good,” I said, as I plunged all the way down on his cock.
“Oh God,” he groaned.
I gave a little cry as my ass smacked his pelvis and he touched me deep inside.
Still using his upheld arms as leverage – which he was keeping straight and strong as bedposts – I raised my body up, up, up, until I was almost sure he was going to slide out of me… paused at the top…
“Lily, please,” he begged.
And then I plunged back down.
Smack.
We both cried out at the same time.
Again I went up, up, up, all the way to the tip… paused… then plunged down – but only three or four inches. I bobbed up and down, alternating, up to the top, sliding five inches down his cock, up to the top, two inches down, back up again, then plunged down, taking his entire length inside me with a smack of our flesh together.
He was panting and groaning the entire time, never quite sure if I was going to just tease him a little, or take him fully inside me.
Then I decided I wanted to do a little something specifically for me.
With his cock all the way inside me, I began to grind my hips around, using his amazing girth, pressing his thickness against every spot that felt good, gyrating my hips, feeling every inch of him fill me up.
“Let me touch you,” he begged in a strangled voice.
I kept hold of his wrists, but I didn’t put up any resistance as his hands moved in and grabbed my breasts – softly at first, then firmer, until he was groping me, rubbing me, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples between his fingertips.
It just added gasoline to the fire.
I leaned forward, putting more pressure exactly where I wanted it, feeling the rigidness of his shaft stroking me inside, in just the right spot.
Sweet heat and pleasure built faster and faster between my legs.
I closed my eyes and began to grind harder, feeling him touching every part of me, pressing against me, against my lips, against the spot inside me that was growing hotter and hotter with every second.
My body bucked against his hips, and I couldn’t contain it anymore – the pleasure was too sweet, and like a flood it spread out through my stomach and up through my spine and I cried out, over and over, as I came, squeezing him tight, feeling him thick and hard and massive inside me with every jolt of pleasure, over and over and over.
I was panting and my skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat when the waves of bliss subsided and I finally opened my eyes.
He was staring up at me.
“Wow,” he grinned.
“You like that?” I smiled back, then closed my eyes as one more aftershock rippled through my body.
“That was quite a show.”
I started moving up and down the length of his shaft again, softly, slowly. “And what can I do for you?”
“Come down here, for starters,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Then he reached up, grabbed me by the shoulders, and forced my body down against his.
I gave a little gasp, but that was quickly stifled as he put his hands in my hair, pulled my head down to his, and kissed me passionately.
Ahhhhhh.
His tongue played with mine, his lips rubbing wetly against mine in a steamy kiss – but all the while he stayed still from the waist down.
Until his hands crept down my back and cupped each of my cheeks, one in each hand.
Then he lifted my ass a little as we continued to kiss – and then plunged me back down on him.
Oh.
He began to move me – not against my will, but with no real effort on my part – up and down, my breasts rubbing against his firm chest, the sweat of our bodies easing the friction. And as he moved me down, he began to thrust his hips up, so that my body began to plunge down on him more vigorously, and his massive girth filled me up totally and completely with a jolt as our hips smacked against each other.
I sighed and moaned as his fingers massaged my ass, gripping me tight. I stopped kissing him – I just couldn’t do it anymore, he was taking my breath away as he thrust into me over and over, long and hard and thick. I rolled my head slightly to the side of his and felt his hot breath in my ear, his voice a whisper as he breathed, “God, I love fucking you, Lily… Jesus, you feel so good…”
All I could do was moan in reply.
He began to move more insistently. One hand switched from my ass to my waist, and he began physically pushing me down as he thrust deep inside me.
I began to moan in ecstasy as his thrusts became harder, faster, slamming into me, filling me up to the very edge of what I could take – doubling his speed, tripling it.
My orgasm was building again, getting closer, as he slammed into me harder and more urgently – and then his voice was ragged and hot in my ear:
“I’m going to come inside you, Lily – ”
“Come inside me,” I begged, “come inside me – ”
He cried out, and I felt his cock suddenly pulse between my legs, and the sound of his voice and the knowledge that he was coming inside me pushed me over the edge again. My fingers clutched at his shoulders and my nails dug into his skin as my whole body burst with heat and light.
Wetness filled me. His cries were loud as a shout in my ear. My own were muffled as I bit his skin, unable to control myself.
The thrusts slowed, and the spasms of his cock slowly ebbed, though they continued for a while longer – one every three or four seconds, then every seven or eight. Every time there was a contraction, he would move inside me, as though trying to extend his pleasure in my body for every second he could.
There was one more contraction between my legs, and then nothing more – except the sweet, full, thick presence of him inside me.
We lay like that, him inside me, me sprawled on top of him, my hair damp and in both our faces. I felt his chest move beneath me as he breathed – hell, it physically moved me up and down – and I counted the thuds of his heart as they pounded just inches away from my own.
Then he pulled the damp hair away from my face, found my lips, and kissed me again. Softly, sensuously.
Thirty seconds later when he pulled away, he smiled and peered into my eyes.
“Damn I’m glad you got in the car.”
I laughed, laid my head down on his chest, and whispered, “So am I.”
8
We eventually got up and made our way to the bathroom, where we took a long, sensuous shower together, rubbing soap (and our hands) all over each other’s bodies.
Once we got out, I saw a tiny digital clock on the bathroom counter.
It was seven o’clock in the evening.
“Oh my God, I have to call Anh,” I said in a panic.
The last my roommate had heard, I was heading home after being fired. She had probably gotten back to the apartment, found it empty, and wondered if I’d nodded off on the freeway and gotten in a car wreck.
For the second time in four days, I was worrying my best friend sick.
“You have your phone, or do you need mine?” Connor asked as he toweled his hair dry.
I watched below his waist as the movement made his manhood swing back and forth. “Um… yeah…”
He saw what I was looking at. “Focus,” he teased.
“On this?” I asked as I reached out and caressed his limp shaft – after which it wasn’t quite so limp anymore.
“Ah,” he groaned, and leaned down and kissed me. Then he pulled away. “And don’t do that, or you won’t be able to call her for another half an hour.”
“That long, huh?”
“Well… two minutes, at least.”
I grinned and headed out to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around me.
Anh answered on the first ring.
“Lily?!”
“I’m sorry, I should have called, I’m sorry – ”
“Are you alright?!”
“I’m fine.”
“Where are you?!”
“Uh… Vegas?” I said with a wince.
A pause on the other end.
Then my roommate’s inner ‘mom’ kicked in.
“You thought it was a good idea to go to Las Vegas after everything that happened this morning?! And on, like, two hours of sleep?! And you didn’t let me KNOW?!”
“Well… Connor was driving, so…”
Another pause.
Then my roommate’s inner fan girl busted out.
“OH MY GOD, LILY!” she squealed happily. “DID HE – DID YOU – ”
“He showed up in the parking garage and said he was sorry, and asked me to get in the car with him.”
“And you got in?”
“Well… yeah,” I said, like, Duh.
She paused.
“Did… uh… you change your mind about his offer from last night?”
“What off– oh, no, GOD no – NO. He was just so sweet and amazing, and… and I couldn’t help myself…”
“Okay, good – so he’s not paying you, that’s good.”
I winced again.
Tell her later, or tell her now?
Might as well rip the band-aid off fast.
“Um… actually… he’d already deposited $50,000 in my account,” I admitted.
“WHAT?!”
“He said it was a gift, no strings attached, if I didn’t get in the car I could keep it anyway, and I didn’t want it, but he said to donate it if I didn’t want it,” I said hurriedly.