Chapter Ten #2
“This is gorgeous,” I said, my sight now resting on the large window that faced east. “I bet the sunsets are stunning.”
“They’re nothing compared to your fiery beauty,” he said, tugging me into his arms to kiss me with a passion that made me weak in the knees and hard as a bullet.
“The bubbly?” I asked when his lips left mine to travel down the side of my throat.
I rubbed my hands over his head, loving the feel of that short hair scrubbing over my palms as he suckled and nibbled the flesh over my thumping jugular.
He murmured something into my skin. I wiggled closer, aligning his cock and mine, and that pretty much erased all thoughts of champagne.
My clothing began to feel too heavy, too binding, too much.
We stripped down in a mad rush, shirts and pants chucked to the bed, followed by undergarments.
We parted only long enough to bare ourselves and then came back together as if the wind painted on the walls had blown us back into each other’s arms.
“I want to worship you the way you deserve,” he said before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.
We tangoed in reverse, the bed coming up behind my knees.
With a sigh, I let myself fall backward, my fingers leaving his strong shoulders.
I flopped onto the mattress like a child, smiling widely, my cock bouncing.
“Then come to worship,” I said, splaying my arms out to the side.
He moved like a hungry predator, catching a leg under his arm and pushing me up on the bed, his cock resting between my ass cheeks as we wiggled and grunted.
When he had me where he wanted me, he lowered his head to my chest. His hot tongue found a nipple.
I arched up wantonly, spreading my legs as wide as I could to offer myself to him wantonly.
“Mm, I love that.” I sighed, twitching when he took the ruddy nub between his teeth. “Ah, oh, that’s hot.”
“I plan to taste every inch of you and then sink so far into your sweet, freckled ass that there is no me and no you, just us.”
My cock began to leak at his beautiful words.
My soul, my heart, had been starved for affection for so long, and now this man, a man you’d not think would be capable of such poetic tenderness, was giving me what I yearned for, possibly for years.
No, not possibly. Chris had never been one to be overly sentimental.
Also, he knew I had freckles on my ass. That turned me on in ways I could not explain.
I gave myself to him wholly. Ollie touched me in ways and in places that had never been explored before.
He kissed my ribs, adored my navel, and paid lavish praise to my arches.
He feathered light touches along my belly, laved a wet path over my shoulder, and caressed the back of my thighs.
Then, when I was at a point where I was this close to either coming or passing out from want, he took me apart with his mouth.
Short, hot kisses along my scrotum, a suck on the leaking head of my cock, accompanied by a long, sinful lick from cockhead to ass where he spread me open to feast.
“Delicious, beautiful, divine, sinful, perfect.” Soft, sweet, sultry words of praise fell from him as he used that skilled tongue to slowly prepare me for his cock.
I was soaked with sweat despite the AC running hard.
My knees rested on my chest, my hands were balled in the bedding, and my senses were fried.
Every thought rested on what he was doing to my needy hole with his mouth and fingers.
He toyed with the edges of my furl and pushed two fat fingers inside me.
Some sort of language burbled out of me.
It may have been English. It may have been ancient Uto-Aztecan.
Expert fingers delved inside me as he sucked on my balls. With a stroke, he pushed me to the very edge and then he eased back. Pulled out and off and moved over me, his cock slick and wet, rigid, and leaking a path over mine.
Mindless with lust, I flung my arms around his shoulders, tugging his mouth to mine. I shoved my tongue between his lips as he ground against me, our pricks pinned between us, rubbing…always rubbing.
“I’m going to get us some lube.” He broke the kiss to reach around to fumble in his pants.
I clawed at him like a randy cat, not happy until he returned to my arms, a packet of lube between his teeth.
Those dark eyes of his simmered. I grasped my knees and watched, panting like a workhorse as he tore the packet open and slathered lube over his fat dick.
“Easy now,” he whispered when he pushed two slippery fingers back inside.
“Don’t come yet. I want you to come when my cock is inside you. I need to feel that.”
So did I. Desperately. “Now…I want you in me now.”
“So bossy.” He chuckled gruffly, easing his fingers out with a soft stroke of my prostate before they slipped free.
Then his cockhead was there, resting on my slick hole, and his hand captured my balls.
“I love you like this. Open and sloppy for me. This is not the tidy dentist the rest of the world sees. This Dodge is mine alone, and I do not want to share him with any other men.”
“I’m not…the sharing type.” I looked right into his eyes when I said that, so he knew if I was his, I was his, and he was mine. “Now fuck me before I pass out from want.”
“So damn bossy,” he purred and sank in slowly.
The first breach made me wince, even though he’d taken time to ready me.
I’d not been with a man like this for a long, long time.
Once he eased past that resistance, it was glorious.
The stretch, the feeling of being filled, the slight burn. “Fuck you’re tight.”
I purred, like literally purred, when he bottomed out.
Then there was little to no talking afterward.
Ollie Ahoka was a wild fuck. The bed bounced madly.
The headboard slapped the wall, and the lamps on the end tables wobbled.
I held on for dear life, my cock spewing thick ropes of cum over and over as he fucked me.
I think I may have cried out. I couldn’t be sure.
His cock rammed my prostate time and again.
Cum dribbled out of me. He grunted and groaned, rolling his hips to get even deeper.
I felt his cock thicken slightly then a splash of spunk filled me.
I shuddered as yet more cum leaked from me.
My balls had to be withered prunes by now with the amount of cum I’d shot all over myself.
Ollie fell over me, held up only by his locked arms. My legs slithered down his arms and to the bed, my thighs quivering, my calves on the verge of cramping from being so tightly held for so long.
“Oh God,” he mumbled, his brow dotted with sweat as his gaze found mine.
“Mmhmm,” I managed to reply, my limbs and brain reduced to goo.
He dropped down in a push-up of sorts to steal a few tender kisses before sliding off me. My ass felt the loss. With a sound of pure male satisfaction, he kneeled between my legs to watch his cum leak out of me and quickly shoved his underwear between my thighs before pushing my legs closed.
“Let me get us some washcloths,” he said, dropping a kiss to each knee before leaving the bed.
The mattress shifted slightly when he left.
My eyes closed as my breathing came back to normal.
The twinge in my ass and legs was not unpleasant.
No, it was not unpleasant at all. Now that had been a marvelous dicking.
Ten stars on a range of one through five.
I was still lying there like a soggy lasagna noodle when he returned.
“You’ve made a mess of yourself,” he said as he sat beside me.
A warm cloth landed on my belly and began to move in slow circles.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I? You’re very quiet. ”
“Not an ounce of hurt.” Okay, that was a small fib. There had been a little pain, yes, but that had fled quickly. “Just letting my brain reboot.”
“Ah, okay, that feeds my ego nicely.” He dabbed at some cum droplets on my shoulder and then, with infinite care, replaced his briefs with that soft, warm cloth.
I sighed at the contact and opened my eyes.
Looking from the ceiling to the right, I found Ollie studying me, his lips twisting up into a gentle smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“No, you are.”
“No, you are.”
“No, you are.”
We fell into a little back and forth before we both began laughing.
Ollie rolled me up and to my side, curling up beside me and easing the dark red coverlet over us.
I moved closer to him, my belly to his side, and nudged him to raise his arm over his head.
Once he did that, I cuddled in tight, my cheek on his shoulder, with the long black hair of his armpit tickling my cheek. It was total perfection.
“I never want to move. Ever.” The confession was heartfelt.
“Not even for some bubbly?”
Shit. I was thirsty. “Okay, just for the bubbly.” He lay there smiling at the ceiling.
“I mean, like now I could use something to drink. Hop to it, Sheriff!” I gave his dark brown nipple a tweak.
He yelped before leaving the bed with a hearty sigh.
A moment later, he was back, bottle of champagne popped, with two flutes of fizzy in his hands.
He placed them on the nightstand, and we got resituated so we could rehydrate.
“This is good,” I said as the bubbles trickled down my dry throat. “But what if you get called out?”
He sat on the bed, his back bolstered by a dozen or so pillows, holding his flute in one hand and me in the other. I lay on my side, head resting in my hand, pillows under my arm, sipping my drink while enjoying the cocoon of bedding we were sharing.
“It’s non-alcoholic,” he answered with that calm assurance of his.
“You do think of everything, don’t you?” I rested the base of my flute on his stomach.