Page 8 of Holiday Hook-Up
“Yes,” I panted.
He pulled back and smiled a lascivious smile that said he approved, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to earn his approval.
One hand cupped my chin as he studied my face. The small gesture was so deeply erotic that I found myself arching forward to get closer to him.
“Look how needy you are, Emerald. I bet you’ve soaked through those little panties, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
“Do you want to be my plaything tonight?” His fingers slid up my thigh leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping inches from my core. Normally, I would have been taken aback by someone talking to me that way. But with this stranger, I knew I could let the dirty part of myself come out to play. He wasn’t like Darius or the other losers I’d messed around with.
“I do,” I nodded while I ran my nails up the side of his neck.
He pressed one fingertip against my soaked panties, and I almost lifted off the bench.
“I knew it.” His voice held a powerful edge, like he was teetering and ready to explode. “I’ll take my time with that sweet pussy, but first…” He stood and pulled his cock out from his gym shorts. “Suck my cock like a good girl.”
Oh. My. God. He was rock hard. His cock was the perfect length and thickness with a silver ring pierced through the tip. My mouth watered and I wasted no time in gripping him with both palms.
“God.” I didn’t realize I said it out loud until he chuckled.
“God’s not here tonight, Emerald. He wouldn’t want to watch what we’re about to do.”Emerald.He kept calling me that and I had no idea why but I loved it.He gently fisted my hair and brought my lips to his tip. “Paint my cock with that red lipstick.”
A moan slipped through my lips as I took him into my mouth. The metal ring mixed with the heat of him was something I’d never experienced. I slid my tongue along the piercing, twisting it and nipping at it with my teeth.
With one hand wrapped around the base of him and the other gripping the back of his muscular thigh, I was in complete control. He may have thought I was his plaything for the night, but with his dick in my mouth, he was all mine to toy with. The thrill of what we were doing in the gym with all my coworkers nearby turned me on more. I guess I really was a dirty little whore.
I brought his length all the way to the back of my throat and sucked hard enough to cause a curse to spill from his lips and his legs to shake.
“Fuck, I’m not going to be able to hold back when your mouth is this perfect.”
With a swirl of my tongue against his tip, I pulled off of him. “Then don’t hold back. I can take it. I want it.”
He hissed and gripped my hair tighter. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
I nodded, but knew nothing he’d do to me would be too much. I loved every second of this. Saliva pooled in my mouth as he pushed his cock to the back of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks and breathed through my nose, willing myself not to gag. Humming, I suctioned my cheeks and let my body relax as he pumped into me.
“Such a good girl. You take me so well.”
His breaths quickened and he groaned. That voice, so deep and sensual my body shook with need.
“Mmm,” I hummed, loving his praise.
“That’s it. Swallow my cock. You love gagging on me, don’t you?”
Black spots dotted my field of vision and I focused on forcing air in through my nose. His scent, spicy and musky, flooded my senses. I rocked my body in rhythm with his thrusts, nodding as best as I could while I dug my nails into the back of his thighs.
“Fuck.” His body tensed and he spilled into me, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it down, never breaking eye contact.
His knees went weak and he looked over his shoulder in a haze, like he had woken up from a dream and realized where we were. Running a hand through his hair, he tucked his cock away and bent down. I probably looked like a mess with wet, swollen lips, makeup running down my cheeks, and disheveled hair. “You’re incredible, Emerald. So beautiful.”
He pulled his shirt up and used it to wipe my face gently. “Thanks,” I smiled. “I should—”
“You should lay back and lose those soaked panties.”
I blinked before staring up into his face with wide eyes. Not an ounce of jest resided in his careful demeanor. “It’s okay, you don’t have to.”
He lowered himself until he was on his knees and inched closer to me. My chest heaved with too many emotions—shock and anticipation mainly.
