1. Selena #2
My hips buck up, grinding against his face. He hums in approval, and the vibrations against my clit send shockwaves through me, giving me all I need to fall to pieces. An intense orgasm crashes over me, my thighs quivering as I come undone.
He lifts his head, my juices coating his chin, as he swipes his tongue across his lips.
“Don’t want to waste a drop; you're so delicious.” He stands up and I see the imprint of his cock straining against his jeans.
I can feel the heat rising in my face at his words. No one has ever said anything like that to me.
Breathing heavily, I sit up, my arm already extending, hands reaching out to him.
To his jeans. My teeth drag across my lower lip, craving to have his shaft nestled between them.
I take hold of his jeans and unbutton them, then yank them down, freeing his thick, hard shaft that's already leaking precum. I lick my lips imagining what he tastes like, and wrap my hand around his length, stroking firmly from base to tip. Zeke’s left just enough space between him and the bed that I’m able to slip off it onto my knees easily.
My lips part; my tongue slipping out, gliding over his slit, tasting him, before stretching my lips around his girth and taking him further into my mouth.
The deeper he goes, the more he groans, and the wetter my pussy gets, already aching to have him buried deep inside of me.
His hand cups the back of my head, guiding me as I bob on his shaft, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks, my hand pumping on the length of what I can't swallow.
Zeke begins to thrust his hips slowly in sync with my movements as I moan around him, the act causing his dick to twitch.
“I want to come inside you,” he rasps, pulling away from me. He helps me to stand and tosses me onto the bed. He never takes his eyes off me as he removes his pants from around his ankles, kicking them to the side, before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.
“Condom?” I ask. Praying like hell he has one because there’s no way I can walk away from this room without being fucked as horny as I am.
He nods, as he bends down and picks up his pants, pulling out his wallet. I can see the look of silent prayer on his face as he opens it and pulls out the square piece of foil.
“I have one,” he announces with a smirk.
“Then we better make it good.”
He rips open the package with his teeth and slowly rolls the latex down his length, pulling on the tip just a bit, as he holds it firmly in place at the base.
He crawls onto the bed, moving his body between my thighs. He takes hold of his cock, nudging it at my entrance. “Ready, Lena? Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass, urging him on.
It’s all the confirmation he needs as he thrusts his length inside me.
He’s so fucking huge that he stretches me, filling me as he buries himself inside my channel to the hilt.
My back arches in response, my nails raking across his back, as he pounds into me with a steady rhythm.
The bed shakes with every movement. His mouth claims mine as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever been before.
The musky smell of sex and sweat fills the room.
He takes hold of my legs, lifting them over his shoulders, turning me into a pretzel, and thrusts into me again, his new angle hitting me in the most perfect spot.
I’m breathless and I can feel my orgasm building in my core as my walls clench down on him.
“Ahh,” I moan. “I’m going to come.” I feel my body shaking, trying to hold back, but wanting the release.
“Come for me, Baby,” he demands, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each thrust. It tips me over the edge as waves of ecstasy rip through me, my pussy choking his cock. His orgasm comes right after mine as he growls and slams into me, his cock twitching as he freezes.
He collapses on top of me, peppering kisses along my neck.
We’re both panting heavily until he reaches between us, holding on to the base of the condom as he pulls out of me.
He carefully pulls it off, tying it in a knot and tossing it into the wastebasket.
“You were fucking amazing,” he whispers, as he rolls me into his arms, my head resting on his chest. He mumbles something else, but I'm so exhausted, I fall asleep.
I don’t know what time it is or where I am when I jolt awake, my heart racing at the unfamiliar room and the person beside me.
It takes a minute for the memories of last night to come back, aided by the ache between my thighs.
The room is cast in a dim glow from the light seeping into the room from the bathroom.
I wipe the sleep from my eyes as I lift up and check the time on the clock on the nightstand. It’s three thirty am.
I go into a panic.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My flight’s at seven and I still need to pack.
I glance over at Zeke who’s sound asleep.
I should wake him and tell him I’m leaving.
But he might ask for my number, wanting to meet again sometime, when he’s back in town.
But that’s not what I want. Casual hookups. I want something real.
So, I slip out of the bed, careful not to wake him and gather up my clothes.
I manage to dress in record time, without making a sound.
I pick up my shoes, planning to put them on in the hallway, and lastly, I get my purse and phone.
Before I make my way across the room, I take one final look at him, wanting to remember him.
The way his hair falls across his forehead, the scar above his eye, the cupid's bow of his lip.
Then I head to the door, easing it shut behind me and rush down the hallway to the elevator, already scheduling a ride to pick me up.
Last night was perfect. It was everything I needed. Someone to make me feel special, wanted. Who liked me for me and gave me the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. It’s a memory that will stay with me for a long time.