“I think that you’ll find that I am more than up to the task of meeting you halfway. I’ve been thinking about this day for a very long time. From the moment that I saw you on the ice when you were 18, I began to use you. You were the one that I measured all the others and let’s just say that nobody could come close to lacing your skates.”
Her leather skirt had risen up over her hips and her panties were wedged into the crack of her ass. His hot hands were now on her flesh and she was grinding against the hardened stick inside his pants. He wet sex was leaving a noticeable stain on his tight jeans. Her panties were soaked and she could literally feel her pussy crying out for immediate penetration.
“I like a girl that doesn’t need the man to always initiate first. You take my breath away and there hasn’t been a girl in my life that has been more than a one night love affair. I want to go on the record to tell you that I’m not looking for anything more than right now. If you are thinking that we can have some sort of relationship, then you may as well climb off of my lap and go back to the party.” He could feel her fingers running through his hair and then she knotted her hand around several locks and pulled his face into hers. Her tongue flicking at his lips had him joining her, until they were making out like they were the only two people in the world.
They separated long enough for her to tell him that all she wanted was one night. “I have no allusions of putting a ring on it. I know about your womanizing ways. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be. This is my chance to live out one of my fantasies and I don’t think people get that chance very often. When it happens, you don’t just think about doing it. You grab it tightly like I’m doing with you and make sure that that opportunity is not wasted.” His fingers were lingering along the jersey. He pulled it free and then lifted it over her head to expose her very ripe melons.
“Damn…I love it when they are natural like you are. The fake ones don’t feel right and they certainly don’t look right. Yours is a marvel of nature at its best.” He was a little spellbound. His lips were dry and he reached for the bottle of champagne. He took a long drawn out swig. He didn’t even bother pouring it into a cup and then he got this delicious idea. He raised the bottle and poured it over her chest, hearing her gasp with the impact of the cold hitting her skin.
“I do like how your nasty mind works, Payton.” She squirmed in his lap, feeling the solid formation of his cock raising its ugly head. She was about to reach for said zipper, but he shocked her with adding the component of his heated mouth. Her nipple was awash with the champagne and now he was following it with the tip of his tongue. “I knew that you were going to be something else, but I didn’t think that I was going to be dealing with an uncaged animal.” The lips below were already waiting for him, but it was her mouth that was thirsty for the chance to taste him.
He easily lifted her diminutive frame, until she was standing with his hands holding onto her hot ass. He was moving in for a closer look. He peeled her panties off and let them hang by her ankles, until she stepped out of them and allowed him to lift them to his eager face. He inhaled her scent, smelled her sexual excitement and then stuck his tongue into the center to taste what was there.
Chapter three
“I think that I should start with making you feel happy. It has always been my personal belief that if a man can master the oral that women will do practically anything he wants.” She had her hands on his shoulders and he could feel her long fingernails digging into his skin. His shirt was open. For the first time, he had no idea how she had done that without him noticing. “You look absolutely delicious and I’m one man that is famished.” He once again drank from the liquid encouragement and then allowed her to do the same thing.
“I have to warn you that champagne goes to my head. I get a little crazy.” She had always been the kind of girl that would dance on the tabletop and do those crazy things that you would see young nubile bodies doing on spring break. She was always the first to volunteer her services for the wet tee shirt contest.
“That’s very good to know, Josie.” They had a moment to converse, but they really didn’t know anything more than their first names. It was enough and their bodies were now doing the talking for them. “I think that I have made you wait long enough. I told you that I was hungry, but it has nothing to do with food.” He wasn’t going to throw away the opportunity to have this young piece.
“Don’t just say what you’re going to do and just… DOOOOOOOO.” Her voice rose considerably and she bit into her tongue to make sure that those on the outside didn’t hear her. She felt something cold and knew from what he had already done that he was duplicating the action down below. The jarring sensation tickled her clit and then he compounded the issue with his hot mouth enveloping that tiny little nub.
Payton looked up and saw this woman with her eyes half closed and knew that it was only a matter of time before he sank every single inch into her more than willing body. He needed to pave the way and the only way that he knew how to do that was with his fingers. He peeled open the petals of her sex, seeing that she was wet to the touch and finding that her nectar was from the gods themselves. He had his fair share of going down on women, but Josie had a certain flavor that was better than all the others.
Payton had become obsessed and became like a ravenous animal that had its leash taken off. His tongue was invading her personal space. He had his hands on her ass keeping her plastered against his mouth and the eagerness of his fingers stirring up her libido. He had to admit that it was doing wonders for his. His hardness was literally drumming to its own beat inside his pants. He liked having her this way and knowing that those on the other side were oblivious to what was going on behind closed doors. The music was loud and anything that they did inside this room would be masked by the crowd getting into the beat at the time.
He slapped her cheeks and heard the echo of the crack like music to his ears. He did that a few times. He heard her gasp with a certain pleasure that came with a mixture of pain. He had three fingers deeply inside of her, enclosed by her heat and muscles that were now making him think about what it would feel like to plunge deep between her legs.
Josie had taken a page from his book, grabbing onto the bottle of champagne and downing half of it in one swallow. Things were getting crazy and there was no need for this to ever end. She wanted to take off her clothes and let him bend her to his will. It was going to get rough and she was going to make him do it right the first time. She was going to tell him what she liked and be damned the consequences of trying to lead him by the hand. “I want you to spin me around and then I will bend over and let you kiss my ass.” She felt his huge body move her around with ease, until she was standing once again, but with her ass up against his face. She bent at an angle and looked at where he was now holding her open and stabbing her repeatedly with the long angle of his tongue.
“I hope that you’re ready for my kind of tough love.” Payton had no regrets about his life. The millions that he was already getting from his contract with the sharks paled in comparison to his investment portfolio. He had billions and this was a secret that he had never revealed to any one. He really didn’t need the contract to be that lucrative, but he wasn’t about to roll over and play dead like some sort of dog. He allowed those that worked for him to work out the details. He would’ve probably accepted anything to play the sport that he loved, but his agent was dead set on making it something legendary.
The feel of his fingers slipping in and out of her was amazing. She wanted it to continue for, as long as possible. She was close to having that moment and watching his eager face and the way that he was enjoying himself was too much. She actually enjoyed watching him, more than she did feeling his fingers and it was the combination of both of those things that took her over the top. “I’m ready for it… God damn… I’ve been ready for it from the moment that I saw you from across the room.” Her legs were shaky with her knees knocking. It was a wonder that she didn’t just face plant into the glass coffee table in front of her.
Payton felt that she was close and it wouldn’t take much to make it happen. It came in the form of his tongue circling her clit and then pulling it with his teeth. He was grazing along its surface to get her to let out a banshee cry that could probably shatter glass.
Josie fell back against him with her ass against his face and her hands now holding onto the top of the sofa. She grinded in a circle, enjoying keeping him in his place, but it was the thumping member of his sex that caught her attention. She caught her second wind and then she bent over once more, but this time she traced the outline of his love stick with first her eyes and then with her nimble fingers. She opened the zipper and saw the bulge obscenely showing its girth. His excitement that was quite evident by the moisture that had spread with a stain at where the head was currently pressing up against the waistband.
Josie grabbed onto the bottle of champagne and poured herself another one from the long neck. She turned it towards his mouth and he opened like some sort of lap dog. His outstretched tongue caught the liquid and she watched, as a lot of it drizzled down over his well defined chest. The hairs were soaked in it and the rivers that followed made a beeline for his belt line.