CHAPTER FOURTEEN Van #2
“Jesus!” I huffed, swiping at my forehead again. “What about your reputation?”
“I’m not worried about my rep,” he boasted. “I’ve had one sexual partner my entire life. Trust me, I’m not a slut, but I’m also not an idiot. Besides, what are the chances of a guy like you walking into my life a second time?”
“I could say the same thing,” I replied. “I’m no slut either, but I’ve been with more men than you. Oh, and I’ve been recently tested after no sex for the past year, in case you wondered.”
“No sex either, huh?” he asked, moving another step closer. We were an arm’s length apart. His hand reached out and cupped my boner. “I bet you’ve jacked off.”
My body stiffened as he rubbed the length of my dick through the thin cotton boxers. Two of his fingers slid through the slit and traced flesh. His touch was nearly enough for me to instantly shoot a load. Quickly, I thought of something other than his probing fingers.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Unfortunately, a million times at least.”
Chip took another step closer, his chin inches from mine. I felt his warm breath on my skin as he sighed. His exhale was sexually charged, causing him to shiver slightly.
“Me too.”
“How often?” I asked, moving my hand to his crotch, and finding him hard. “As much as me?” I added.
“Mm hm,” he moaned, touching his chin to mine and brushing his stubble back and forth.
His scent was intoxicating. Describing the smell was nearly impossible. A distant aftershave or cologne was a faint memory. Maybe it was spicy deodorant. Whatever the scent, my response to his maleness drove me insane.
“Who do you fantasize about?” I asked, rubbing his length now. “Someone you know? Someone you don’t?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he growled. “I’m thinking about you right now. And… I bet I’ll be thinking of you long after you’re gone, too.”
His dangerous-for-my-willpower thumb found the tip of my cock, and he began rubbing precum over it. My knees locked to support my quivering body. He was pushing buttons I didn’t know I possessed.
I pulled his boxers past his hips, cupping his ballsack with one hand while the other stroked his shaft. His head tilted back, so I planted my mouth over his Adam’s apple and nipped at his flesh.
“You like that, stud?” I purred, discovering a voice I’d never used with a man before. “Your dick is dripping,” I added, noticing him shimmy out of his boxers and move his feet further apart. His balls were now free, and he was grinding on my hand.
“I could fuckin’ cum like this, stranger.”
“Stranger, huh? I bet you like that a stranger is in your house playing with your cock, don’t you?” I dared, my muffled voice against the skin of his neck. “What do you want from this stranger?”
He pushed his crotch against mine after forcing my boxers down, cocks touching. We rubbed against each other, our lips grazing but not committing to anything too personal.
“I wanna bury my dick in your sweet ass,” he stated, rotating his hips so he could mash our cocks together with more strength. “I wanna fuck you senseless is what I really want.”
“I’d like nothing more than to feel you inside me,” I moaned, digging my chin into the top of his shoulder while rubbing him again.
His precum was thick and a great substitute for lube. I encircled his shaft with a hand and began stroking him forcefully. He placed his hands around my lower back before sneaking them lower and outlining my ass crack.
“When I can last more than a minute, I wanna be inside this,” he said, placing a finger on my pucker. “I’ll fuck you so good.”
“Stroke me too,” I commanded, taking part in the scene like I hadn’t done with anyone else. “We can come this way, and then you can think about fucking this stranger another time.”
“Is that a promise?” he whispered, moving his mouth over mine.
Chip buried his tongue in my mouth, preventing any promises from being confirmed. I melted into his strength and passionate kiss. He was a hundred percent present in how he kissed me. A hunger seemed to overtake him as I responded to his efforts.
We gripped each other’s cocks and thrust against one another, the rhythm building stronger while we remained connected at the mouth.
The passion I felt at being explored like this was too much for my self-control.
I’d never had my body manipulated like this before.
He skillfully played me like a fiddle or a puppeteer, me losing my inhibitions and giving into his control so easily.
I sensed an orgasm approaching. The guilt and concern for how I’d feel after coming entered my mind, trying to break through and ruin it for me, but I said to myself, uh-uh, fucker. Not today.
I turned my face to the side. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Good!” he grunted. “So the fuck am I.”
Chip held my hips firmly and spun me around. He caught me off guard. The scene was hot, but I didn’t want to get fucked by him this soon.
“I… this…”
“Shhh,” he whispered in my ear. “I won’t penetrate you. Please, just go with me.”
His assurances eliminated any fear I had. I relaxed and pushed my ass backward and against his throbbing tool. He forced me to shift my stance by pushing my feet apart with his and then gently bending me forward. His slickened cock slid between my legs while he reached around and gripped my dick.
“Yeesssss,” I moaned, sensing the expansive size of his cock between my legs, grazing under my nuts.
I imagined how his dick would feel inside me, allowing the image to overtake me as he pushed in and out as if he was fucking me.
“Your ass is amazing,” he muttered through what sounded like gritted teeth. “You are so fucking hot, stranger.”
He spoke like a horny trucker while at the same time nuzzling my ear and breathing heavily into it. His mannerisms were at once rough and tender. A deadly combination for a person like me. I thought he just might be the rare man who can be aggressive as well as emotionally connected.
“Are you horny for a stranger who shows up in town begging for your cock?” I asked, gripping the back of a dining table chair. “You want to fuck him?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Stroke my dick,” I ordered. “Force me to come.”
“Jesus!” he exclaimed. “I am… I am… fuuucccckkkk!” he hollered, thrusting between my legs. “I’m coming!”
I allowed my orgasm to release after fighting the need for several minutes, discharging as he continued to stroke me. “Fuck yes,” I moaned, my legs wobbly and my body tremoring while he held me upright within his strong arms.
Silence filled the room after we both achieved climax. Worry and anxiety filled my mind immediately, and of course, I was anxious I’d ruined my chance with him.
He turned me around to face him, a smile lighting up his face. When he leaned forward and gently placed his lips on mine, I knew I hadn’t ruined things just yet.
“And now we’re not strangers, Van,” he murmured, his lips inches away from mine after the gentle kiss.