And maybe she hasn’t. There are an awful lot of pussies out there in the world. Not many men like me—men who know how to a work a woman nice and good.
She moans as my tongue finds hers, and I pull her even closer, my hand on the back of her head, letting her know she can give in to me. That I can take it from here.
My cock is hard and it presses against her thighs. I want to strip her out of these clothes; I want my cock to press against her skin, then press against her pussy. I want to fuck her until she’s worn out like she’s never been from a work out. Exhausted in a way she can only get from riding me.
I kiss her hard, our mouths discovering one another, and I run my other hand through her gorgeous red hair. Her hands have travelled to my waistband, and my cock throbs at the idea of her reaching down and stroking me.
But she hesitates.
“You okay?” I ask her, pulling away from the kiss.
She’s breathing so heavy, almost like she’s dizzy. “I know I said I wanted to show you a submissive hold, but … umm. I just. I can’t.”
“What, JoJo? You want me to stop?” I try not to show annoyance. I get that this girl is a thousand kinds of complicated, but come on. We’re in a fucking locker room, post-workout, both clearly horny as hell. I can’t handle her backing out now. I’ll have to fucking jack off like a fourteen-year-old if she leaves.
“Oh, no. Don’t stop.” She looks worried, and shakes her head. “I meant that I don’t want to be the one to show you anything. I want you to be my teacher. I want you to do whatever you like.”
A smile spreads across my face—and when I grin, she does, too, like she’s relieved by my answer. Like she wants this, but just needs my help.
I can fucking take the lead.
“Then let’s start by getting you out of these clothes and washing you up.”
JoJo
It’s obvious I’m over my head the moment McQueen kisses me. His lips know what they’re doing.
And the reality is, the last time I kissed a boy was back in my freshman year of college, when the guy who took me to a formal dance tried to kiss me when he dropped me off at my father’s house.
I quickly realized my family was way too complicated when two of my brothers threatened to punch him if he didn’t back the fuck away from their little sister.
I felt embarrassed, but also trapped. No matter how many guys asked me out over the years, I always, always declined. No one deserved to deal with the family I brought along.
But McQueen is different. No one in my family knows where I am ... and I absolutely know that, for a player like him, this is only about sex. I won’t be hurting anyone by having a one-afternoon-stand. Least of all him.
When I tell McQueen that I want him to lead the way, it’s a relief to see his dazzling white, perfect teeth smile, looking down at me.
But now it’s getting really real. He spins me around, smacks my ass, and we head to the shower. He turns on the water, lets it get nice and hot, and then playfully shoves me under the steaming spray.
“Oh my God, I’m in my clothes,” I scream, grabbing his bicep, trying to pull him in with me.
“Yeah, you are. I want you to get nice and wet, and then I’m going to strip you down. All the way down.”
“McQueen, you have to get in here with me. I feel stupid.”
“Don’t feel stupid. You’re fucking hot. I’m so hard looking at you like this. Your tits are so round in that tiny see-through shirt. Your nipples are hard as rocks.” He steps into the shower without hesitation and lifts the hem of my shirt, easing up the elastic of the shelf bra and pulling it off over my head.
Beads of water pour down on us. My breasts are completely uncovered. I feel exposed.
“Shut up, I’m gross after that workout. I mean, McQueen, you must see women all done up all day, everyday ... at your shows, I mean.” I look down at myself, self-conscious. But McQueen wants none of that.
“You don’t think you turn me on?” He laughs. “You have no fucking clue, woman.”
He steps out of his shorts and kicks them away. What’s left is a massive cock, hard and pointed right at me.
“Oh my God, McQueen.” I literally have to catch my breath.
“You like that?” he asks, taking my hand and placing it on his solid shaft.
“Oh. I like that,” I say, nodding, sounding like an idiot, but also just stunned. I assumed a man like him would have a big cock ... but I don’t think he understands it’s literally the only cock I’ve seen in my life.
And it’s just making me so horny. It’s so long and hard—and thick, too. As my thumb and forefinger try to circle it, I quickly realize it’s much larger than that. Which leads me to wonder ... how will this fit inside me?