Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Harry
Rosa kissed me as if she were mine, as if we were two parts of one whole. It was incredible, life-altering. Nothing like I expected to find here when I’d made the desperate, last-minute booking to explore my kink, to get this fantasy out of my head so I could move the fuck on.
I’d come in my pants like some fourteen-year-old seeing their first pixelated tit on the internet. And I was ready to go again. Fucking miraculous woman.
Her soft body against mine was a thing of wonder, so I kissed her back, letting my palms run over everything I could touch.
Down her spine, across her hips, along her soft stomach, before returning to her glorious boobs.
Like this, it was easy to forget it was a game, a paid-for service.
Rosa seemed so damn into it, into me, into the kink I’d asked for.
There was something real flickering between us; there had to be.
She had me. She pulled me in and lived in that fantasy with me, letting me nurse from her, giving herself over. Of course, I knew it wasn’t real; she wasn’t full, there was no milk, but it was so fucking good to sink into that obsession I’d had since I first wrapped my hand around my cock.
My fiancée, Victoria, made a disgusted face when I brought it up for the first time, and ever since then, whenever we had sex, she kept her bra on.
It was a tense thing between us, sex. She didn’t have a high drive, and often looked down on me a little when I tried to get something started.
But she was pragmatic about it too, so at least there was that…
Fuck. And now it was official, I’d cheated on her. Kind of.
Was it bad that I didn’t care in the moment?
That having this insanely gorgeous woman on top of me, deep into the same kink, made it worth it? Worth it for me. Consequences could wait. Consequences were a problem for another day.
“Rosa,” I murmured against the woman’s lips. My cum was sticking to my boxers, cooling, a bit uncomfortable.
“Yes, baby?” she asked, and my cock twitched, ready to thicken back up and go for a second round. I hadn’t paid for that, though. Didn’t know the etiquette here. Was it all done after I came? Did I still have her for the full session? This was unchartered.
I was here after a drunken recommendation from a colleague, in the city overnight and desperate for this before I got married.
It was fucking stupid. Evil. But… I pulled one of Rosa’s tits back into my mouth and rolled her nipple along my tongue, letting myself sink again into that subby role that was so unnatural for me in normal life, but so perfect here.
She whimpered and shook, her own orgasm still giving her delicious aftershocks. So fucking responsive. Again, too easy to forget this wasn’t real.
“Can I touch you some more?” I asked. “I know I’m probably supposed to leave now, but…”
“Please, Harry,” she whispered, her hands on my skin. “Please touch me more. I have nowhere else to be but right here with you…”
“I want to fuck you,” I admitted, shoving off the black wash of shame as Victoria’s face flashed through my head. “I want to be buried deep in your beautiful body.”
“I need that too,” she said, then leaned away, her gaze a little more serious. “We didn’t… that wasn’t…”
All I wanted to do was kiss her and live inside her, so I shook my head, ruining the moment for just a beat. “I’ll pay anything.”
Her brow furrowed, but I resisted the urge to run my thumb over the little divot. “It’s not that,” she said, then shook her head. “There are condoms in the bedside table.”
That was all the green light I needed. Almost giddy with excitement, I turned my torso, scrambling into the bedside table drawer to pull out a roll of condoms. Fuck, of course a sex club would have piles of the things stuffed everywhere they could be. I suppressed a laugh.
This place was immense.
When I focused back on Rosa, she was smiling.
“Excited, are we?” she asked, teasing a little, though her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted.
I think a bit of the facade dropped and some of the real Rosa showed through.
Cheeky thing. Of course, I knew this wasn’t real.
I knew she was faking this for me, but the fact she’d come meant she must have enjoyed it too, and there was no way she’d faked that; no one could fake it so good.
Studying her for a moment — her messed up hair, the smudge of makeup under her eyes, the way her soft body moved as she breathed, I had the urge to ask her a million questions about her job, but squashed it down. Now wasn’t the fucking time, Harry.
“Fuck, look at you,” I said, wanting to take control, to push her under a little now, to make her mine and drive my cock deep into her body while she whimpered. But that wasn’t discussed; that wasn’t planned. We looked into each other’s eyes, and she smiled wider, nodding in understanding.
“Tell me how you want me,” she demanded, though her voice remained soft and gentle.
She was naked, sitting on my lap with her wet pussy fluid mixing with the dampness of my cum seeping through my boxers. I needed them off, craved her hands on me some more. Needed to taste her everywhere. More than just her incredible tits, every damn inch of her beautiful body.
“Lay down,” I said. “And tell me if you don’t like anything.”
She nodded and slipped from my lap, and right away, my entire damn being ached for hers again. It felt wrong not to have her pressed against me. Rosa moved with confidence, crawling back on the bed and presenting her round ass, curving her spine to give me the best view of all of her.
Fuck. She was stunning. Full of curves and softness that I just wanted to burrow into.
And when she flipped onto her back and spread her legs, her glorious tits visible again, along with the trimmed bush above her clit, I was done for.
I clambered off the bed and removed my boxers, flinging them behind me — not giving a fuck where they landed.
She laughed, a musical, light sound that warmed me up from deep inside. I needed to hear that noise again. I wanted to be the one who created it. Holy shit, intense feelings needed to fuck off.
“Come here, hot stuff,” she mewled, beckoning me closer with a curve of her finger.
From there, I fell into a frenzy, pouncing on top of her, kissing her deeply, running my hands over every inch of her I could reach.
I massaged her tits again, wanting to mark them, to suck from them again.
I dipped my fingertip into her belly button, and groaned when her sharp nails dragged down my back.
“Tell me what you want,” she begged. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
At some point, our dynamic had shifted. It was no longer a dominance thing, but a symbiosis. We pushed and pulled at each other like we were made to do it.
“Wrap your thighs around me,” I said, whispering into her ear and biting at her lobe.
Right away, her legs draped over my hips, squeezing me as she hooked her ankles together, forcing me even closer.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, her eyelids low, her kiss-reddened lips shiny and plush. “Are you going to fill me with that cock? Give me what my body craves…”
My hand fell to her pussy, my fingers running through the moisture. She was so wet, so warm. I found her clit and rubbed the hardening bud until her thighs shook, then dipped lower, teasing her, grinning when she cried out, before pressing my fingertip against her soaking entrance.
My cock was so fucking hard again, dripping with pre-cum, all but drilling through the air to get to her, but I ignored it for now. I wanted to play with her some more first.
“I need more, Harry,” she said, her voice tight, her hips trying to press down, to force my finger into her.
But I kept it there for a moment, resting, causing just a small stretch as I pressed down. It was a wicked move, and I grinned as her eyes fluttered and the muscles in her neck tensed, her body coiling up tight.
She was a heck of a sight to behold.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her, holding back on wanting to say more. To declare my fucking soul hers or some crazy shit. Our gazes met, and the world fell away. Her eyes were blue, a darker blue that could almost be navy, so damn stunning, soul-sucking.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please give me more.”
Rather than press my finger deeper, I pulled it away. She was about to protest, her mouth opening on a cry, then I shoved my cock into her, all the way to the hilt in one powerful push.
And we fit together perfectly.
She was so wet and ready for me, I just slid right in.
I groaned deep in my chest, and she screamed out, panting, heavy breaths falling from her as I stayed buried and she clawed at my back.
“Please move,” she begged. “Please please please.”
“Shh,” I said, wiping her sweaty hair from her forehead, making her look at me. “You feel so good. I just want to savor it for a second.”
Her eyes flashed. “If you don’t move now, I’m flipping us over and taking what I need.”
I laughed, and pulled my hips back, dragging my cock through her tightness, almost all the way out, before tunneling right back in again.
Again and again, faster and faster, our bodies melded together, sweat slick, sticky skin, lips finding each other’s in desperate presses. I fucked her hard. Harder. She begged for more, and I gave it.
Her tight nipples pressed against my chest, and fuck, I had to taste them again. Bending my back, leaving one last kiss on her lips, I scooped up her tits and sucked on them. It was the perfect thing, a warm, pliable tit in my mouth.
The pleasure of sucking, of being looked after and nursed, of the care and love that came from it.
I felt safe, warm. She cupped my head and held me to her chest, little puffs of air falling from her lips as I lost myself in her body again, writhing into her, curved over her to take everything I wanted.
The pleasure zapping up and down my spine became insurmountable. Impossible to withstand.
“Baby, I’m gonna…” I groaned against her cleavage, her nipple between my teeth, and that was it. My body shuddered and shook as I pulsed my cum deep inside her, flooding it into her with mind-numbing, delicious aches and waves.
“Harry…” she whimpered, and my hand fell to her clit, rubbing circles, trapped tight between our bodies.
I kissed her neck, licked at her chest, and only a few seconds after me, while I was still coming down, she came hard, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my softening cock, sending fresh zaps through my over-sensitive body.
The little noises she made would stick with me forever, these breathy, light huffs of pleasure that petered out as she came back down.
Together, we worked to calm our hearts, to find our breaths.
We laid like that, still connected, just existing, until she patted me on the shoulder blade and told me she couldn’t breathe.
I rolled off her, landing with a grunt onto the bed at her side. And we panted, looked up at the ceiling and panted, trying to settle our dual racing pulses.
“That was…” I started, unable to put into words what she’d just done for me. Never had sex been like that. Never had I experienced a connection as intense.
“Mm hm,” she whispered, her voice high.
I found her hand and held it tight, and there we remained, looking up at the ceiling, the illusion shattered, our bodies satiated and our minds on fire. At least mine was.
What the fuck was I supposed to do now?