But he doesn't finish undressing me. He scoops me up, carrying me to the bed and laying me down. And for a second he stands above me, looking down at me with awe and hunger like I'm a feast laid out just for him. Crawling up my body, his mouth lands at my collarbone first. And then I'm lost in the feeling of his lips.
Chance is carving a path down my body with his mouth, and his tongue is leaving a trail of fire. I'm arching into him because I don't know why something so simple feels so good, but it does and I want more. His tongue swirls around one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, and I swear I feel it drive straight down to my pussy. I'm getting wetter, more desperate, with every touch of his lips, and by the time he moves on from my breasts, I'm writhing underneath him.
He licks down my stomach, stopping short of the waistband of my panties. I can't even breathe because I want him to touch so badly. "Please," I say, my voice more breath than voice, and I spread my legs further apart.
"What do you want?" he asks, reflecting my question back at me. "Do you want my tongue in your pussy?"
"Yes."
Gently, he touches my clit through the fabric of my panties, and I shudder. And then his mouth is there, stroking me, the friction of his tongue and the added friction of the cloth driving me mad. Finally, after what feels like forever, he hooks his fingers in my waistband and removes my underwear, tossing them away. But he doesn't skip a beat. He pushes my legs even further apart, holding them there while his mouth plunders my pussy. His tongue is everywhere and I'm already coming. I can't help it, the shuddering pleasure rumbling through me like an earthquake, and I'm moaning for him to please not stop. Please keep going.
He obliges me, and I'm gripping the sheets, trying to keep still as he licks into me again and again, bringing me back to the edge with confidence and certainty. The pleasure builds faster this time, already there and waiting, and I cry out as I climax, my whole body arching off the bed with it. Chance seals his mouth over me as I come, sucking me like he would die if he didn't and the orgasm just keeps going. I'm blind with it, spent, heaving breaths.
Chance climbs up my body again, straddling my hips and leaning over me. I can taste myself in his kiss which is strange and intimate and erotic, and I like it. He smiles against my lips. "Should we keep track of the number of times I make you come today?"
"Are you going for some kind of record?"
"Pride, mostly."
"Ooh," I say, reaching between us and stroking my fingers against his cock. "I see. You want to be able to say ‘I made my girlfriend come this many times in one day.'"
"I also imagine it might be a good bargaining tool if we ever fight. I can tell you ‘remember the day I made you come ten times?'"
"Ten? That's a little ambitious."
He nips my lips, teasing me into a kiss. "I just made you come twice, and I have you for the rest of the day. You don't think I can make the other eight?"
I have no doubt that he can, but I'm going to make him prove it anyway. "I'm really going to enjoy you trying either way," I say with a laugh.
Chance rolls off me and retrieves a condom from this bedside drawer. "Let's start now." He rolls the condom on, and he's back between my legs, guiding his cock to my entrance. Even though I know he'll fit, and that I'll love it, I'm not sure I'll get over the split-second panic when I see how big he is. But right now, after the work his talented mouth did, I'm so wet that he eases in without any trouble at all. I'm already relaxed and I'm not afraid of his size anymore. Every time it's been easier, and he slips into the hilt without having to stop.
The way he fills me still makes me short of breath in the best way. Already, my body is primed for orgasm, and I groan, because Chance is determined, and it's entirely possible that he's going to make me come more than ten times. When this day is over, I'm going to be nothing but a puddle of pleasure on his floor.
He sits back, settled between my legs, and he looks at me. He idly draws a finger down my chest, tracing down between my breasts and circling around my belly button to rest against my clit. "I love that you can take all of me," he says.
"I love that too," I say, back arching as he pulls back and thrusts in. That little added push from his piercing when he's this deep inside me is everything. He continues with little thrusts, circling his hips and making me wetter, letting him slide in an out easier. Those fingers tease my clit and I'm squirming again and I want him to make me come again. I want him to move. I want him to fuck me.
I catch his hand as it moves and pull him down to me again. "Fuck me," I say to him. "Now."
"I've been teasing you for a reason," he says. "I've been holding back."
"What do you mean?" He's still moving his hips in ways that are sparking of pleasure in my body and my brain is blurry with it.
"I mean that when you're as … well-endowed as I am, you have to be careful. But you can take all of me, and now that you're in my bed, I want to fuck you. Really fuck you. I'm going to have you screaming my name so loudly that the entire building will hear it."
Oh God. My mind flashes to the sex that we've had, intense and hot and mind-blowingly good. I would never have thought that he was holding back at all, and if he really was, then I might die from the pleasure of it.
I kiss him, and our tongues dance together. He growls against my lips, and pulls back, only to drive into me. And I know instantly that he wasn't lying about holding back. He fucks me with a determined and focused force that blows everything else out of my mind, and a swift, brutal orgasm follows.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, embracing him through the pleasure. I'm clinging to him like I'm drowning because I am, and I surrender to it. It feels like hours of pleasure, I can't keep track of time or space, I can barely keep my eyes open. Chance grinds his hips into me, and now every stroke brushes across my clit, taking me higher, and I've lost any ability to keep quiet or hold back.
I'm telling him yes, yes, yes, more please and the next time I come it's like lightning, and the time after that like thunder. And I do scream his name, loudly, wildly, shaking with pleasure and unsure if I'll survive anymore.
Chance plunges deep into me and holds, crying out as he climaxes. Now that we're both still I feel that he's shaking too, and he lets himself rest over me. We're breathing together, coming down from the storm and trying to catch our breath. He leaves me for a moment to clean himself up, and then he's back, pulling me against him and wrapping us in a soft blanket that I have no idea where it came from.
There's a kiss on my neck, just below my ear. "Five down, five to go," he says softly.
"Mmm," I say. "That sounds nice. But you're going to have to feed me first."
His laugh echoes through the room. "I'll make sure of it."
And then I drift off to sleep, mind hazy, body sated.
Ten
"He walked me home, and I said good night on my street a little way from my apartment. (I never tell dates where I live.) That's when the problem started. I told him I didn't want him to come up, that I was tired, but that I had a nice time. He tried to convince me that all he wanted was a drink. But when I still said no, he got pissed. He said that because he had paid for dinner, I owed him something, and that I was-at the very least-going to give him a blowjob before he left. That's when I punched him in the face."
-Rock Bottom Caroline
I slept for a while and woke up to Chance teasing me with his fingers, which led to two more of my ten promised orgasms and had me climbing on top of him for a third before telling him that I was so hungry that I was going to leave him if we didn't get some food.
After a delicious dinner of delivery pizza, Chance proved that he knows how to keep things spicy, fucking me senseless while using a vibrator. I went well over ten orgasms. Now, as I wake up from my second nap of the day, it's dark outside, even though the clock tells me it's nine o'clock.
Chance is asleep beside me, and I take the opportunity to sneak out of bed. I retrieve my phone from my bag and head to the bathroom so I can check my messages and freshen up. I should also tell Alice that I'm probably not coming home tonight so that she doesn't worry-although she's going to want to know who I'm staying with.