6. Amy
Amy
O ne-night stands are great when you’re horny as fuck and want a no strings attached hook-up. The only drawback is if the man is phenomenal in bed. What is only supposed to be a few hours of fun will haunt you for the rest of your days. You’ll look back in longing, never forgetting the hot night you had together, wishing it could’ve been more.
Mitch will be one of those men, and this will be one of those nights.
Next year, I’ll see flyers for a tree lighting and have flashbacks of missing the twinkling bulbs coming on tonight because I was too busy kissing this beautiful man. Heat creeps up my neck, excited to feel that talented tongue elsewhere.
I shake away the thought and finally answer, “Snowball. My safe word should be snowball.”
A lazy smirk tugs at his lips. “Do I even want to know why? ”
“I read it in a book once, and it wasn’t for me,” I admit.
He hums thoughtfully. “I’ve read it in books as well, but always thought it was kind of hot.”
“You’d want another man’s… you know … in your mouth, after it was in mine?”
“It’s just a little cum,” Mitch teases, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. “If I had a choice, I’d rather eat it out of your sweet cunt.” He chuckles darkly and my breath catches, so damn turned on at the idea. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Aces? Don’t worry, you can keep your safe word, but after I come deep inside you, you’ll want to taste how good we are together.” His low, sultry voice has me so damn wet for him. If he doesn’t stop talking and start fucking me, I’ll embarrass myself and come right here on this counter.
Still, I can’t help asking, “Wh-what if another man came inside me?”
“Asked and answered, baby.” Mitch pulls off my boots and tosses them aside. Continuing to undress me until I’m left in nothing but my bra and panties, he growls, “ Fuck. You’re so damn beautiful.” Goosebumps prickle down my arms and legs as he slides his calloused palms up my thighs. “Are you cold?” He tests the cool marble counter and, without letting me reply, hoists me over his shoulder. My feminism has been thrown out the fucking window. As he stalks out of the kitchen, he smacks my ass, making me yelp.
“Put me down!” I laugh. “This is only hot in books.” I’m a fucking liar; it’s hot in real life, too. I can’t tell where he’s taking me, but I hope with all my being it’s his bed .
Mitch brings me into a room with dark navy walls, a simple dresser, and I sigh in relief as I’m tossed onto his plush mattress. His gaze hungrily roams my body as he strips out of his clothes. Sitting up on my elbows, I can’t help doing the same to him, appreciating his sculpted arms, chiselled abs, and those sexy little lines that travel from the top of his hip and dipping below the waistband of his boxer briefs in a perfect “V.” They’re like little arrows directing me to his cock, which is currently tenting his black underwear. My mouth waters at the sight. I sit up and hook my fingers into the top and eagerly tug them down.
What… the hell… is that?
This isn’t a cock; I’ve seen plenty of dicks in my time. Not only will it break me in half, there are one, two, three… six barbells piercing the underside of his cock, plus another at the tip. I’m not entirely sure if I can wrap my hand around it. No wonder Mitch is so cocky, he has this thing swinging in his pants all day. How is it going to fit in my mouth? Or my pussy? That thing is a snatch ruiner. Hell, it’s a full-body ruiner.
“I’m going to need more tequila for this,” I murmur, unable to look away from it.
“I can pour us a couple of shots, but I don’t want you drunk.”
I gesture to the beast in front of me. “ That requires tequila, Mitch.”
“What’s the popular line used?” He lightly licks his lip. “You can take it? ”
“I cannot, in fact, take it! How— What— Damn it! ” I take a deep breath to psych myself up. “Okay, okay, I can do this. I think. C-can I touch it?”
“Yes, you can touch it,” he chuckles and moves a little closer. “Have you ever been with anyone pierced before?”
“No.” Mitch takes my hand and wraps it around his shaft. As predicted, my fingers and thumb don’t touch. I lift his cock to get a better look at the piercings. “Did it hurt?”
“Of course it hurt, but it’s worth it.” As I slide my thumb between the barbells, he hisses, but not in pain. I continue up and down his length and a few beads of precum leak from the top around the metal. Instinctively, I lean in and swirl my tongue around the crown and lick them away. His cock twitches in my hand and he grits out, “Fuck, baby, do that again.” Taking the head of his cock between my lips, I flick the piercing with my tongue.
Mitch slides his hand into my hair, and I prepare for my face to get fucked by his thick cock. Instead, he’s gentle, delicately brushing my hair out of my face and murmuring praises about how good my mouth feels and how he won’t last long if I keep up the torture.
I relax my jaw and take a couple inches, massaging with my tongue. He thickens, daring me to take another inch in my mouth. I oblige, moaning around his cock as I slide my lips further down his shaft. It takes him by surprise, and he growls several expletives as hot spurts hit the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell, Amy, a little warning? I swear I never come that fast. That was… Fuck . ”
Pride surges through me as I carefully pull back. Mitch swipes my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, and brings it to his lips. His molten gaze is almost too much, and I’m thankful for the reprieve from the eye-fuck as closes the distance and brutally kisses me. No man has kissed me this way, as if he needs me more than the air in his lungs. It’s consuming and intoxicating.
“You just came in my mouth,” I mumble against his lips.
He grips behind my thighs and tugs, forcing my back onto the bed. Pressing a kiss to my collarbone, he trails his mouth lower with each word. “I… Don’t… Care.” As he slips off my panties, a growl rumbles in his chest, and my legs are suddenly tossed over his shoulders, with his face between them. He asked for a warning, but where is mine? He licks, sucks, and teases the hell out of me until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.
“Please,” I beg in frustration. I’m desperate to come, but every time I’m close, he slows his pace. I grip the sheets and grind against his mouth to no avail. I’m winding tighter and tighter, my release almost in reach. “Right there, don’t stop.” He presses two fingers inside me and expertly curls them right where I need him. “That’s it, I… I…”
No coherent words pass my lips as I come harder than I ever have in my life. Mitch doesn’t slow his pace as wave after wave of ecstasy crash over me. My limbs are weak, my vision blurred, hardly able to breathe. I’m a damn puddle, and he hasn’t even fucked me.
So much for a night of fun! I’ll never be able to fuck another man without being severely underwhelmed .
Mitch kisses up my body until his lips meet mine. He was right, we do taste good together… And I’m ruined. His cock presses at my centre, hard and ready while I’m still struggling to catch my breath. The piercings rub against my clit, and I can’t help the unattractive mewls that escape me. He tests my entrance once, twice, then slides in a few inches, pausing for a beat before pressing in another one for fun. The stretch feels incredible, and I haven’t even taken all of him. “ Fuck , baby, you feel too damn good.”
I gasp as he quickly pulls out. “Why did you stop?”
“Gotta wrap it up.” He shrugs and moves to the bedside table, pulling out a condom. “Safety first. You don’t want a little Mitch or Amy after tonight.” I’m on birth control, but he’s right, one can’t be too careful. Tearing the wrapper with his teeth, he spits out the corner of the foil and retrieves the condom. I watch intently as he slips it on, taking his time to ensure it doesn’t snag on his piercings. “Come on.” He pats the top of the bed. “All fours, baby.”
“All what?”
“You heard me.” Moving to the foot of the bed, he tosses me further onto the mattress. In a swift motion, I’m turned onto my stomach and he tilts my hips until my ass is in the air. I squeak as he nips at my ass cheek. “It’s the only way you’ll be able to take all of me.”
“I could barely take a few inches, and you want me to—” He presses into me slowly, steadily, not stopping until I’m stretched to my limit.
“That’s only half, baby.” Mitch pulls out an inch, then thrusts in to the hilt .
I snatch a pillow and scream into it; I’m too full but it’s fucking delicious. Through my muffled cries, I manage, “Holy shit, that feels so good.”
“You ready for more?” He begins rocking in and out of me, helping me adjust to him. His piercings rub against my g-spot, and it’s almost too much. I still push back into him, even though my senses are overloaded.
“Harder,” I moan. Though it’s a stupid request, he obliges. “ Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
Mitch brushes a soft kiss to my back. “Too much, Aces? I can slow down.”
“No, I can take it.”
He continues fucking me hard in smooth, rhythmic pulses that have me shattering in a matter of minutes. My whole body buzzes, and for a moment, I nearly black out. Mitch roars— actually roars —as he finds his release. He falls on top of me and pants, “All right, baby, you win. You own me for life.”
“What?” I ask through a laugh. Mitch carefully pulls out and we both groan. “What do you mean I own you for life?”
He playfully smacks my ass, then wanders off to the ensuite, returning with a warm washcloth. As he gently wipes up the mess we made, his voice is soft, admitting, “I mean that I’ll probably be celibate for the rest of my life, because nothing will compare to your perfect pussy.”
Once we’re cleaned up, Mitch insists I stay the night. If I was a smart woman, I’d sneak out. Apparently, I’m not, and spend the next several hours cuddling with this sex god. His soft snores are the only sound in the house as I stare blankly into the darkness wondering exactly how royally screwed I am.
That was the best sex of my life, how is anyone ever going to compete?