Us
Hollie
I clutch at his arm and his shoulder as his fingers push inside of me, my mouth falling open on a moan. He wraps an arm around my waist and watches me as he curls his fingers inside.
“You’re perfect,” he says reverently. “So fucking wet. Spread your legs wider baby girl.”
He presses one thigh between my legs when I comply and he uses it to thrust against the back of his hand, pushing up into me higher and harder. My back curves and he leans with me, keeping me upright as his fingers work inside of me.
My thighs clench around his thigh and my pussy squeezes his hand, making him groan. I need more but I don’t want to rush this. My head dips and I watch the ink on his arm ripple as his muscles work, the tendons in his forearms pushing and pulling as his fingers curl and work.
He’s a work of art himself. You would never know under that suit he was wearing, how much ink covers his perfect skin.
I’m so turned on. The only sound in the room is the gasps from me, his heavy breathing and the sound of his fingers moving in and out.
It should be embarrassing but he makes me feel good, like nothing we do in this room is wrong.
“Can you take more?” he asks.
For a moment, I’m not sure what he means, then he moves his hand, and another finger presses into me, the pressure and fullness sends my body into overdrive. My skin flushes and I let out a cry, my legs wobbling.
Catching me, and without removing his hand, he turns us and lowers me to the bed, pressing his palm against the comforter. I writhe on his hand, feeling his eyes on my face. He raises his hand and touches it to my chest, lightly pressing until I lay back. As his fingers work, he trails his other hand over my breasts and up to the strap of my dress.
It lowers off my shoulder and he peels the dress back revealing my naked breast. I can’t wear a bra with this and I’m glad of that right now. The cold air hits my skin and my nipple pebbles. He leans in and sucks one between his lips, getting it all wet, then leans back and blows on it.
My moan is obscene, and my eyes slam shut as his thumb presses onto my clit and his fingers push in harder.
It shocks the hell out of me when his hot breath hits my ear and he whispers, “Come for me.”
My entire body shakes, my hands claw out at the comforter, at his arm. I’m sure I’m scratching him, but he doesn’t stop as pleasure rocks through me.
“Don’t fight it,” he bites my earlobe, then trails kisses to my mouth.
Hungrily, I take his tongue between my lips as the pleasure continues to pulse through me with every flick and curl of his fingers. Coming on command is new.
Struggling to catch my breath, I feel like I’m floating down from the sky, landing on the soft ground. His fingers slow and he moves back, pulling them out of me. He trails the wetness over my inner thigh, gliding his fingers down to my knee and back again.
I should feel something about him spreading my cum all over me but it’s not what most people would feel right now. It’s making me even hotter.
When he pulls back, my shoulders curl up and I release all the tension in my body that the orgasm created. I’m about to speak when his tongue touches me. He licks up my leg, tasting what he has just spread over my skin.
“Oh God,” I moan.
He follows the trail all the way back to my opening and then hovers there. Raising my head, I look down at him. He’s staring at me over my one bare breast. He nudges my clit with his nose. The way he is breathing me in, again, makes me think this is obscene but I can’t get enough of it.
If he’d told me it, I would scream his name right now as he teases me with his breath against my most sensitive part. Then I would grab his head and pull him into me but he sits back, up on his knees.
“Take off your dress,” he instructs.
His orders wouldn’t sit right with me if they weren’t followed by his hands on me, on him making me go off like a rocket into the dark sky. Doing as he asks, I sit up and slide the straps down, then reach for the zipper under my arm.
He gets to his feet and steps back as I lift my hips and shove the dress down my legs. It leaves me sitting on the hotel bed completely naked. His eyes swallow every inch of me as he pushes his boxer briefs down. My eyes widen as I take in the full length of him.
His cock is hard and thick, a neat patch of hair at his groin. Something glints at the base of his cock, and I stare at it. He has a pubic piercing, a captive bead ring.
That bead will rub on my clit when he finally….
“Like what you see?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply, trying to sound sultry but it comes out more of a whisper.
As I watch, he runs his hand up and down the length of his cock, twisting his hand as he reaches the head, then smoothing it back down to the base, the tip of his thumb nudging the piercing.
When he steps forward, I lift my eyes momentarily, then lower them back to his hand as it keeps moving, corkscrewing up and down over his hard shaft.
“Sit on your hands,” he tells me.
“What?”
He cocks his head. “Do you want to experience immense pleasure tonight?”
My mouth dries and I swallow to produce saliva. God yes, I do. I nod.
“If you want me to make you come, over and over, I’d like for you to let me lead. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Good girl.”
Holy shit. My pussy clenches, my core wanting to be filled. I’d always thought that would sound so cliched and scoffed at women who go on about daddy kink. Not that this is daddy kink. But being called a good girl, by a man who looks like this, while he’s jacking off his impressive cock, staring at me and telling me he is going to pleasure me?
Yes please.
I sit on my hands. His smirk is filthy, and it does all kinds of things to me. When he steps closer, he taps my chin. All I can smell is the musky scent of him, the sandalwood and cloves of his aftershave.
He reaches behind him and picks up his tie, running the length through his hands before stretching and pulling it tight between his hands. Watching, mesmerized, he steps forward and moves the tie towards my face. His brow lifts in question.
For a moment, I contemplate being bound and blindfolded, even though I can move my hands if I need to. It sends a thrill through me. Nodding, I tilt up my chin. He takes a moment to put the tie around my face, covering my eyes. He leans in close so he can tie it behind my head, careful not to catch my hair.
It’s an odd dichotomy, how he is being dominating but also tender. The anticipation is building with every uneven breath I take.
Straightening my back, I wait for him to make the next move. He is standing in silence. In my mind’s eye I can see him running his eyes over me, watching me at his mercy. When his fingers tap my chin, I jump at the contact. A low, throaty laugh escapes him.
“Open,” he says.
My lips part slowly, then I open my mouth. He takes another step closer, his thigh touches my knee, and he nudges, forcing me to spread my legs to allow him to step up close.
He rests the head of his cock on my tongue. I close my lips, but he holds my chin in his hand, keeping me still.
“Lick.”
I’m not sure what he is planning but do as he asks, tasting the pre-cum at the head of his cock. I lick him, again, trailing my tongue under the head, feeling the vein at the bottom of his cock. He groans and one hand traces my hairline at the temple. He hasn’t told me to stop, so I keep running my tongue over him, getting off on the sounds he’s making.
Suddenly, he takes hold of my jaw. I stop what I’m doing but he leaves his cock inside my mouth. I flatten my tongue, resting it there and lightly close my lips, letting him feel my teeth. He hisses and his hips move, but he refrains from thrusting.
The silence lengthens, saliva is pooling in my mouth, running over my lips and down his length. He sighs and then speaks.
“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” he says in a rough voice. I nod once, for now keeping my hands beneath my thighs. He moves his hips and pushes his cock further inside my mouth. He tilts my head slightly, so that my throat opens up and he presses in further.
It’s hard to breathe, my mouth so full of him and I inhale quickly through my nose. Not wanting him to stop. My gut instinct is to pull back, but he caresses my jaw, his thumb feathering over my cheekbone. Not knowing what he is going to do next is exhilarating. Not being able to see him or touch him is only heightening my arousal. The bed sheets are going to be soaked.
Breathing through my nose, I close my eyes as he pushes in further, his cock sliding down my throat. He doesn’t hold it there, sliding back out. Then he pushes back in, still slow, holding only long enough for me to gag, then pulling back again.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck,” he groans, his hand moving to the back of my head. He doesn’t pull on it, or force me to do anything, just cups it. He pushes in again, tilting my head back a little further to take more of him. The bead of his piercing touches my nose and my eyes water.
When I swallow with him inside my throat, he groans and his cock pulses. He moves back, sliding it out, but not all the way. Just enough that I can breathe. He does it again and again, never pushing in too far or moving fast. The slow, rhythmic slide in and out is different to anything I’ve ever done before.
He groans and curses, then praises me for being good, doing what he’s asked.
His heavy breaths and whispered curses make me want to do this for as long as he wants, even as my throat aches. The idea of being at his mercy has my pulse spiking. Yet somehow, I feel like I’m the one in control. I’m the one making his chest rumble in pleasure.
He presses in again and leans over me, running his thumb over my throat, feeling how full it is with his cock.
“Did you know you could deep throat so well baby girl?”
My mouth is too full to answer.
“If your pussy takes my cock as well as your throat does,” he grunts as I close my lips over the base of his cock, squeezing and swallowing around it. I’m fighting off gagging and my eyes are burning but hearing how he almost falls apart makes a surge of wetness spread between my thighs.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, but pulls back.
My lips slam shut, and I swallow the saliva in my mouth, feeling some dribble over my lips. His fingers brush it away and run over my chin, smearing it down my throat. My throat aches and my lips feel numb, but it was worth it.
I’m ready to offer to suck him off properly but he grabs me and pulls me to my feet, his mouth locking on mine. He pulls me so close we’re practically fused together. His hands smooth over my ass cheeks and he grinds against me, his wet cock caught between our bodies.
“Get on the bed,” he murmurs into my mouth. “On your knees, face the wall.”
Scrambling to do as he says, I reach out to feel the bed.
“Hold on,” I do as he asks, pausing.
He loosens the tie and lets it fall. It catches on my collar bone and for a moment, he holds it there. Pulling it closer to my neck.
I look back over my shoulder at him. He watches me for a moment and must see the hesitancy in my eyes because he pulls the tie away and drops it to the floor beside us.
“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees and spread those thighs. I want to see your wet pussy.”
My heart skitters around my chest as I comply. Being dominated like this, by a stranger, is so hot. My calm acceptance is a surprise, but so far, he has made me feel comfortable and hasn’t pushed me too hard. Would he push me harder?
Placing one palm on the bed he leans forward. A finger strokes the crease beneath my ass cheek and runs inside between my thighs.
“So pink and swollen. Ready for me,” he scoops some of the wetness and presses it against my clit, making me moan. “This pussy is all mine tonight, isn’t it? Only mine.”
He grips me between the legs, tight enough that my eyes wince but it’s not hurting so much. The pleasure outweighs any pain.
“Say it.”
“It’s yours,” I whisper.
“Fuck, yes it is.” The head of his cock nudges me, rubbing back and forth. “Yes, you’re soaking my cock. So fucking wet. So delicious.” His cock moves away, the bed dips, and his tongue runs up the length of me.
I almost fall forward as he fucks me with his tongue. His hands are on my thighs, holding them wide open. The noises he is making are filthy but turning me on so much I can barely contain the climax building inside of me.
Reaching between my thighs, he cups me again, inserting one finger with his tongue, while another rubs my clit. That is all it takes for me to go over the edge, to fall onto my chest, my face pushing into the bed.
While I’m still in the throes of the orgasm, he climbs on the bed behind me, taking one of my breasts while he continues to rub me through the aftershock.
He presses forward and his cock slides between my thighs, pushing back and forth, getting friction from my thighs. His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls me upright, so my back is pressed to his chest just as he thrusts inside of me.
My arms reach out, clawing at open air as an unexpected second orgasm rips through me. I need something to grasp onto, to squeeze my hands around.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs in my ear, nipping at the lobe, then biting into my neck, forcing a high-pitched cry out of me. That will leave a mark, but I don’t care.
He moves back but only long enough to press his palm between my shoulder blades, forcing my lower body down onto the bed again. I grasp the sheets, almost tugging them loose and arch my back, pushing my ass up towards him.
“I’ve never been so fucking happy about ending up in a bar alone,” he moves one hand between us, grasping my ass. “You’re a fucking dream come true. So perfect. So wet. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“Yes,” I cry out. My mind scrambles to hold on to my sanity. My body comes undone, and stars burst behind my eyes, a kaleidoscope of colors dancing across my vision behind closed eyelids.
He rams into me, pushing me forward onto the bed. He moves, slowly at first, pushing in and out, his piercing scraping against the skin between my pussy and asshole every time he does.
He’s big, but he knows what he is doing with it. That thought shouldn’t bother me and I push it aside as he moves. Thrusting me forward as he pushes in harder, moves back, then forward again. I almost scream at the pleasure of it.
“Yes,” he growls. “You take me so good baby girl, so fucking good.”
“Ah,” I cry out as he moves faster, harder, slamming into me, gripping my hips so hard I’m sure he’ll leave bruises, but I don’t care.
His body falls over my back and he reaches around cupping my breasts as he pumps in and out.
“You’re everything,” he whispers in my ear. “Every fantasy I’ve ever had, from this hot, wet pussy, to these breasts. And your mouth.” He lifts a hand and presses his thumb against my lips. I open and suck it inside, making him groan and move faster.
“Yes, harder,” I cry out around the digit.
He complies, fucking into me harder, pressing his thumb down on my togue. My breasts are bouncing as he thrust into me, my hands gripping at the sheets, my head rolling from side to side as all coherent thought flies from my brain.
I’m going to come again. I’m panting, writhing, pushing back on him wantonly as he envelopes me with his whole body. He bites the skin between my neck and shoulder, and I lose it.
My body explodes. Everything from the tip of my toes to the roots of my hair shudders and shakes. It’s so powerful, I can’t even make a sound leave my throat.
He continues thrusting into me then his entire body tenses. Turning to look over my shoulder I watch as he comes. His back straightening, his chin tipped back, and his muscles corded with tension. He lets out a roar and his fingers tighten on my hips.
The ink on his chest is shining with sweat, his stomach is tensing in and out as he comes down, his breathing ragged.
His head lowers and our eyes meet. His grin is slow, then he looks down at where we’re still joined and an intense, sexy and possessive look takes over.
When he pulls back, I feel empty, bereft but not exposed. Knowing he is standing there, looking at me, doesn’t embarrass me, or make me want to cover myself. Slowly, I tilt onto my side and then turn over so I can see him better.
Silence fills the room.
He crawls onto the bed, laying the full length of his body over mine. He stares into me and I’m sure he’s searching for my soul. As he lays his lips against mine, I know he’s found it.