Page 17 of Halloween Hottie
I’m not entirely sure how we got here, but we did, and every touch, every kiss feels too good to be true. Everything feels so strange—I’ve never been the one-night stand type before—but it also feels new and exciting. I don’t want to push him away or stop, although continuing scares me. But it’s a good scared. It’s like when you’re in line for a roller coaster. You’re terrified, but you also know you’re going to have the time of your life. In the end, I decide to just go where life takes me, to have fun, and enjoy myself.
I remove his shirt and he tosses it into the floor. His hand lands on my thigh and it begins to move upward, pushing my tight dress up as it goes. When the skirt of my dress is up at my waist, he pulls back with hungry eyes, and I sit up, tugging it up and over my head where I toss it onto the floor.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispers, eyes exploring my exposed body.
“Are you?” I ask, reaching behind me for my bra.
He wets his lips and his jaw flexes as he thinks it over. When I unsnap my bra and my breasts spill out, his mouth is back on mine, and I take that as a yes. He kisses me deeply while his hand palms my breast, gently squeezing and teasing my hardening nipple. I tighten my hold on his hips with my legs, and he kisses down my cheek and neck to the swell of my breast.
He has both of them in his hands as he kisses his way down to my nipple. He sucks one into his mouth. My back arches as a soft moan escapes my lips. I immediately reach between us and start trying to free him from his pants, but my heart is pounding, and my head is swimming from the way he’s swirling his tongue around my nipple.
Jake moves onto the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention until he kisses his way down my stomach. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties and he pauses a moment before yanking them down. His short fingernails scratch my thighs as he pulls them free, but it’s just that little bit of pain I needed to get lost completely.
My legs begin pushing his pants down his hips and when he has my panties off, he pushes them the rest of the way down. He takes himself in hand and positions himself at my entrance—but stops.
“I don’t have a condom,” he breathes out in a rush.
“I don’t either, but I’m on the pill,” I tell him, pulling his mouth back to mine.
That must be good enough for him, because he pushes forward and enters me. Finally, we become one, and I let out a relieved moan.
It feels like I’m stretching around him. There’s pain and discomfort, but it all mixes together to make a delicious cocktail that has my mouth watering for more. I dig my nails into his back, and he rolls his hips before pulling out and thrusting back in more deeply, more powerfully. The sound of the bed squeaking beneath us is all I can hear as he pounds into me, building my release up little by little. My body is tightening with the threat of my orgasm, but I’m nowhere near ready to finish. I push the thought away in hope of holding it off a little while longer.
Ignoring it only makes it gain power. It builds inside of me until it’s too powerful to contain. The next thing I know, it’s exploding inside of me like a volcano. It leaves every nerve ending in my body burning and tingling as wave after wave washes over me. I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I can’t do anything but let it take me with the power of its force. Slowly, I regain my control again, and I’m able to suck in a breath. My toes are numb and tingling and a hot trail flows from my feet up my legs and to my core.
When my moans have quieted, and I’m able to catch my breath, Jake rolls us over, putting me on top. “Show me what you got, Liz.” He’s slightly grinning and arching one eyebrow like he just served me a challenge. I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge, so I place my hand on his chest and start lifting myself up before dropping back down. I roll my hips and grind against him. His hands are holding firm on my hips, and he bites down on his bottom lip as he watches me move above him.
My head falls back as I feel my release begin to build again. My body begins to move faster, knowing it’s close to what it wants, and the bed is squeaking beneath us like it’s screaming for help. My climax rises and breaks free, washing over me and my body takes over, moving however it needs to cross the finish line. The moment I collapse against him, he’s repositioning us again.
This time I find myself on all fours as he enters me from behind. His massive length feels even bigger in this position, and I’m almost surprised when he reaches up to my mouth and slides his finger inside. I suck on his finger until he pulls it out of my mouth. Then I feel his hand land on my ass and a moment later, the finger I sucked on is sliding between my cheeks.
My back arches when he pushes it inside and a whole new warmth pools in my abdomen. He’s still thrusting deep inside of me, and his free hand moves up front to apply pressure to my needy clit. Every part of me is being explored at one time and it’s overwhelmingly powerful.
Every time he thrusts back into me, the bed rocks forward and the headboard bangs off the wall. The sound of his skin slapping against mine only mixes into the eroticism of it all, and I begin to come undone. My head falls forward, my face in the pillows until he removes his hand from my clit and gathers my hair in his fist, yanking my head back. I let out a moan, loving the feeling of being totally dominated.
Every other guy I’ve ever slept with has always been normal, boring, vanilla. Jake, though, he’s making me feel empowered, like I’m a goddess who needs to be worshiped. And he’s making damn sure that I get my fill. His hips never still or slack off. His hands never stop exploring. And his mouth, if it can reach me, it’s on me, kissing my cheek, neck, shoulders, back. It’s like he’s touching every inch of me all at once, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I come again. I can feel it building.
I don’t know how Jake can be so different. How can every other man fail me in this way and he’s the only one who has ever pulled through? And not just once, but over and over again. If I’m not careful, it will be really easy to fall in love. No man has ever worshiped my body in this way, and I can feel the difference without even having to think about it.
My body tightens around him and my moaning grows louder. His labored breath fills the room as his hips start moving more erratically. Just as I come, his hips jerk and he empties himself into me, every last drop.
We collapse onto the bed, both of us tired and breathless. Neither of us move as we wait for our bodies to calm. Slowly but surely, our breathing begins to level out, and I feel my heart start to slow.
I let out a giggle and he turns his head to look at me. “What?”
“I can’t feel my toes,” I confess around laughter.
He laughs with me. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I don’t think you can claim to be unsatisfied by men anymore.”
I smile. “No, you’ve officially taken that from me, but I’m glad to be rid of it. You’ve restored my faith in men.”
He raises his fists up into the air, doing a mock fist pump, and I laugh and smack his arm. “You know, I’m not the only one who lost something here. How do you feel?” I ask, resting my chin on his shoulder.
Jake thinks about it for a minute and takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel as bad as I thought I would. Actually, I feel pretty good.” He rolls over. “In fact, I think I like this private party a whole lot better than that party down there.” His lips move back to mine, and I kiss him, lacing my fingers back into his dark, mussed up hair.
His hand lands on my naked hip and he pulls me closer. Even though I already feel him in every inch of my body, I want more of him.
I lift my leg and hook it over his hip. His kiss grows deeper as he rolls back into place between my parted legs. His body comes alive and his cock grows long and thick again, pressing against my core.
