Chapter 4 Brooklyn #2
Gunner smiled and released me. I was panting, my breasts heaving up and down as I supported myself on the counter with my hands.
He stepped back and started undressing. His jeans came off, then his jacket and T-shirt, and he was finally down to his boxer briefs.
I could see the mound where his cock was.
He was definitely well endowed, probably a little too big.
He must have seen my eyes widen, because he smiled again.
“Are you worried?” he asked and pulled them down. His cock hung engorged and throbbing between his legs now, causing me to bite down on my lip. He was bigger than anyone I had before.
“No,” I said confidently, and Gunner strode up to me again.
“Good,” he said, hooking his fingers on my jeans.
He unbuttoned them with one hand and pulled them down in an expert flourish.
How many jeans had he taken off like this?
I thought with an unexpected pang of jealousy.
What was I jealous about? I was having a one-night stand with a stranger in a locked up dark dive bar.
What kind of sexual standards was I going to hold him up to?
My white lace panties followed next, and then we were both naked, staring at each other.
Gunner pounced on me, flattening my body on the counter where I served my customers. He yanked me into position, just so that my legs dangled off the edge but my hips were at level with his.
He parted my legs, and my cheeks flushed. He was looking directly in between my legs now, and he held the insides of my thighs to keep my legs parted.
“So wet,” he grumbled under his breath as he pinched my fleshy thighs, and in the next moment, his fingers had found my clit again.
He was stroking, playing and rubbing till there was wetness dripping down the inside of my thighs.
I moaned, arching my back, with my eyes pressed closed while biting down on my lip.
Gunner was rough with me. He wasn’t interested in soft or slow sex. He was giving me what I had signed up for. Rough quick sex on the counter. His fingers slid up and down my clit, playing and teasing me till I was throbbing and practically begging him with my moans.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that he wasn’t smiling anymore.
He was looking at my body, closely studying me with firmly pressed lips.
The tip of his forefinger gently parted the fleshy folds, and I gasped as he slid a finger in.
His gaze found mine, and our eyes met. Gunner had his jaws clenched as he slid his finger in and out of me.
“You’re very tight. This is going to feel good,” he muttered, almost to himself, and tested out his middle finger. Now there were two fingers inside me, and I rocked my hips to the motion. My hands traveled up to grab my breasts and held them tightly as he prepared me for his cock.
When his fingers slid out of me again, he didn’t thrust them back this time.
Now he was holding his cock, his big angry cock, red at the tip, throbbing and emanating heat.
With a strange tenderness, he gently brushed the slit of my core.
I moaned, arching my hips up in the air.
He was holding my legs up by the ankles, keeping my body in place for him.
The thrust of his cock came out of nowhere. I wanted it but wasn’t expecting it, and he didn’t take it slow. His cock plowed into me, and I yelped from the pain mixed in the pleasure.
“Gunner…” I moaned, and he threw me a heated look as if to say that I had signed up for this. He was right. He had given me a chance to back out, but I hadn’t. Now I had to take it without complaining, although I wasn’t complaining, either…
He pulled his cock out and thrust into me again.
I hadn’t slept with someone in nearly a year.
I knew my body was tight; my wet folds clung onto his cock as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.
Those knots in my belly were beginning to come undone as he thrust into me with more force.
Every time he pushed himself in, I wanted to scream out, but Gunner had his burning glacial blue gaze fixed on me.
He was determined to make me come in minutes.
It was like he had no patience for anything else.
I could feel him large and strong inside me, stroking me in that spot which was the point of no return. A few more strokes before I was going to tip over the edge. He hadn’t stopped rubbing my clit with his fingers as well, so now my orgasm would come rushing down on me in waves.
I came, screaming and moving my hips as he loomed over me, continuing to thrust and push himself to his own release. He let go of my legs and caught my waist as he emptied himself. I could feel his warm seed burying into me as he grunted and plowed away like a machine.
It wasn’t until my orgasm began to subside that I could hear, breathe and see again. Before that, I had been in my own world somewhere. Gunner pulled himself out of me without ceremony, and I hadn’t even recovered my breath before he started putting his clothes back on.
The goosebumps on my flesh returned. I started to notice the tattoos on his chiseled chest now and the ones on his biceps, which trailed down his arms. Gunner had already put on his jeans and was pulling his T-shirt down over his head.
So, this was it. We had both got what we wanted, so I had no reason to complain.
When he was done changing, to my surprise, he started picking up my clothes off the floor. He handed them back to me in a jumbled pile. I took them from him and held them closely to my breasts, a little embarrassed of my nakedness now.
“I live a block away. Do you want to come over? I wouldn’t want you to walk back to your place alone this time of the night,” he said, and my heart nearly stopped. Gunner looked like the kind of guy who would want to have nothing to do with me now that he had his orgasm.
Instead, he smiled and helped me down from the counter.
Gunner’s apartment wasn’t small but it was bare.
I didn’t know anything about this man, but the least I could tell was that he wasn’t a fan of making his place a home.
There was a futon in the middle of the room, which could have been a living room, and I sat down on it, watching him pour me a glass of water from tap.
“I would have offered you something to eat if I had anything,” he said. I blushed and shook my head.
“I’m not hungry,” I said to him and sipped from the glass of cold water. He sat down beside me on the futon and searched my eyes.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you back there,” he said in a low deep voice.
“You didn’t,” I managed to say, even though what I actually wanted to say was that I liked it. I hadn’t experienced this desperate need for sexual union with someone in a long time, perhaps ever.
I placed the glass down on the floor beside me and sat back on the futon.
“I’m not sure if you’ll be comfortable here, but I just wanted you to be safe,” he said as I stared into his eyes. The darkness in his gaze was gone now, and I imagined what he might look like when he laughed.
Without another word, he reached for my hand. His hand was warm and large and I remembered how those fingers had slid into me earlier, and I felt a rise of that burning need again.
“You’re a very beautiful woman,” he said. I blushed, and when he looked at me, I felt like he was actually looking. Not just at my face or my breasts. Even though our relationship up until now had been entirely about sex, there was something else about him that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
He stroked my skin and adjusted himself to sit facing me.
The smile was returning to his face as he moved forward, closer to me.
Instinctually, I slowly started lying down on the mattress while Gunner loomed over me.
In the darkness, I could see his blue eyes glimmering and his hot breath fell on my face.
I was hoping he’d kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, his hands lifted up my T-shirt, and he gently caressed my belly. When he bent down, I knew what he was going to do and I gasped. I heard the buttons on my jeans followed by him sliding them off my legs.
It happened slowly, and I could feel every scratch of the denim against my skin, the warm glow of his fingers and the breath falling on the wetness between my legs.
“This will help you sleep,” I heard him say in the dark. I couldn’t see him anymore, so I stared up at the ceiling while his face hovered between my legs. I wanted him again, so soon…what was happening to me?
Gunner stroked the sides of my legs as he lowered himself further till I felt the tip of his tongue gently graze my throbbing clit. I gasped and pulled myself up. He looked up at me, and our eyes met.
“Try and relax, Brooklyn,” he said, and I positioned myself on my folded elbows so I could watch as he set my body on fire.
Our eyes remained locked, while his mouth opened, and he looked like he was about to take a bite. His lips fused with my core, and I felt his tongue slide into me with a smooth velvety stroke. I moved my hips, thrilling at the sensation of having him inside me again.
I watched him with my mouth hanging open, soft moans escaping while he pushed his tongue in and out of me and licked my clit. It was tantalizing, the tips of my fingers tingled from the sensation. He was taking it slow this time, which was a massive change from the ferocity of the bar.
I felt light headed, like I had too much to drink, and I could feel my mind swimming from the pleasure of his tongue. The soft strokes were rhythmic, almost mesmerizing as he brought me into a gentle lulling orgasm. He was right…I was going to pass out.
Gently my orgasm built up, and Gunner increased the pace of his strokes. He sucked and nibbled, using his tongue in magical ways to make me come. My wetness trickled out of me and into his mouth, but he didn’t stop. I moaned loudly, gripping the top of his head while my body shuddered as I came.
Gunner released me only when my harsh breathing had subsided, after I fell back on to the futon with a plop.
I felt his tongue sliding out of me, and I tried to force my eyelids to remain open.
But I was exhausted, and my body was at peace.
I couldn’t bring myself to do anything other than fall into a deep slumber.
I had no idea when he had laid down beside me or when I had snuggled into his broad chest. I had woken up some time later when the curtain-less windows streamed in bright orange rays of the morning sun.
I was shocked with myself for what had happened the previous night; sleeping with a complete stranger… not once but twice.
I gently wriggled out of his steely arms. As quietly as I could, I put my jeans back on and stood above Gunner for a few moments, watching him sleep.
He had his brows crossed, his face was hardened and dark, and he looked like he was having a bad dream.
He looked handsome but also dangerous, and I had to force myself to look away from him.
It was time to go back home. My one-night getaway was over.