Chapter 1 #3
“Sure.” I shrugged.
“Let me get us an uber.” He winked and pulled out his phone.
“I drove …”
“Whoa. We’ve both been drinking.”
I felt a smile spread across my face. “You’re right.”
“What’s your address?”
“Oh.” Panic crept up my throat. “I’m across the bridge.”
He’s going to change his mind.
“No problem, Naomi.” He waved a hand in the air like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Noami.” I batted my eyes at him. “Four thirteen Waverider Avenue.”
He nodded and blew me a kiss. “Got it.” Roland glanced at his watch. “C’mon, babydoll, let’s go get a shot and then our car will be here.”
I should’ve done this years ago.
We went back to the bar, and he made some hand gestures to Grace, then leaned against it, smiling at me.
Grace came over, lined up eight shot glasses, filled them, and walked away. Roland pushed four in front of me.
“One for the pussy.” He held up the first shot, and I followed suit. Then we tossed them back.
“Two for a blow.” He winked and held up the second one, and we repeated tossing them back.
Picking up the third one, I waited for him to continue the rhyme.
“Three to get juicy.” We did our shot.
“And four to swallow!” He laughed and then downed his shot.
Maybe I can get him to do more action and less speaking.
I slammed my last shot and felt my vision swim.
Maybe I should’ve eaten before coming here.
He gave me a tug and led us outside, where our Uber waited. We climbed into the backseat, and he pulled me close.
“Fuck. I need to taste those lips.” His mouth crashed into mine and suddenly my mouth filled with his tongue.
I let out a moan, and it felt like his mouth grew wider and he was trying to eat my face!
Pulling back, I gasped for air and felt his hands moving up my shirt.
“Don’t worry about him, he’s busy up there.” Roland leaned in and licked up the side of my neck. “This is a taste of what’s to come.”
“Oh yeah?” I bit my top lip. “Tell me more.”
His hand cupped the back of my head, bringing me closer to him. “I’m gonna gnash your gash until your thighs shake.”
“Wuh?” I tried to move back, but he held me tight.
“Then you’re gonna show me what a good throat goat you are while you finger my gooch.” He nuzzled my neck.
“You want …”
“To fuck your face.” He nipped my earlobe then kissed his way to my lips.
This time the kisses were more controlled, and I let my hands roam around his chest, unbuttoning his shirt more.
Time felt like it was standing still as we made out in this stranger’s backseat.
I’m acting like a horny teenager! And it feels good.
I felt his thumbs brush against my nip-nops causing them to tighten and I let out a low sound that almost sounded like a moo.
What the hell, Noami?
He pulled back, panting. “Hell yeah, I’mma milk you later.”
“Milk?”
“I’m gonna suck those mommy milkers dry!” he made some strange popping sound with his mouth, and I reached out and pulled his head back for more kissing.
Every time he spoke, I felt my sexy meter go down a notch.
And I need it up so I can bounce on his dick and come.
The car stopped, and I heard the driver clear his throat.
“Let’s move this par-tay inside.” Roland licked my lips and then opened the door to slide out.
“Um … thanks.” I giggled and slid out into Roland’s arms.
He closed the door and gave the roof of the car two taps. The car slowly moved forward, and Roland helped me walk to the door of the building.
We were laughing and holding onto each other, pausing for a kiss before he opened the door.
I leaned against the wall and made a come-hither motion with my finger as I took the stairs very slowly and walked to the back of the building to my apartment.
“Awe yeah, baby, you’re even hotter in the light.” He followed me like a good boy down to my door and pressed me against it, kissing me as his hand found the slit in my skirt.
He ran his hand up, and I felt his fingers slide under my panties. I felt them drag along my seam before pushing his middle finger inside.
Roland moaned, and it echoed in the empty lobby. Pulling back, he pressed kisses around my face. “Yeah, baby, your love cave feels tight.”
I reached for the doorknob, and that’s when it hit me.
The fucking valet had my keys.
“Feel my digit in you?” He panted. “I can’t wait to sink my beaver basher inside you!”
What was with this guy?
A throat cleared, and I leaned around Roland to see Mike standing there, wet without a shirt, and my core clenched.
“Yeah, soak my clitty tickler.” He moved his hand faster, and it felt like he was trying to start a fire on my clit.
“Maybe you should move this into your apartment?” Mike’s deep voice made my toes curl.
I cleared my throat. “I forgot my keys.”
“Your sliding door is open.”
I felt my head bob, and Roland looked over his shoulder. “Beat it, we’re busy.”
Mike made a grumpy sound, and I heard his door close.
“I’m the cock king, baby.” Roland pulled his hand from my clam and grabbed my ass. “Hop on. You can take my baloney pony for a test ride.”
I jumped up and felt him pushing against my bean. He walked us out the back door and around to my screened door. Roland moved his fingers around, and soon we were inside my living room.
He set me down, and together we worked at a fevered pace to strip down. A shoe here, my skirt there, his shirt across the room, and then I tripped over his shoes, falling onto my couch.
“You can’t get away that easy.” Roland shimmied out of his pants and came over. “Open wide, it’s time for the love train to check out your throat tunnel.”
Before I could respond, the head of his skinny dick left a slime trail on my lips, and then he pushed inside.
“Toot-toot! All aboard!” He snorted with laughter, and I choked when he hit the back of my throat.
“Mm. Yeah.” He groaned. “Show Captain Winky some love.”
I coughed trying to breathe, and pulled back before my gag reflex went all in.
“You can use your hands, tickle my gooch.” He grabbed the back of my head. “C’mon, he needs some lovin’.”
I reached out to hold his hips, allowing me to get comfortable before I fingered his taint. Once I felt like I had things sorted, I used one hand to stroke him while I bobbed on his sausage and the other moved between his legs and teased his dirty inch.
His body trembled, and he fisted my hair. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
My pinky moved and tickled his brown star, setting off a chain reaction.
Roland’s body stiffened, his cock exploded, he farted, causing me to pull back fast, and he painted my face, couch, and my cat, who let out an unhappy meow.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
He reminded me of a water sprinkler, only with bursts of baby batter going all over.
A moment later, he dropped to his knees. “My turn!”
I hope he eats pussy better than he talks.
Roland wagged his tongue at me, hooked his thumbs in the waist of my panties and yanked, which pulled me down on the couch more than it did the damn underwear.
Smacking his hands away, I wiggled out of them and watched as his eyes grew larger. “Damn, them’s some meat curtains!”
“Excuse me?” I felt the booze climbing up my throat.
“Throw your legs over my shoulders and let me explore your cave of wonders!” He lifted my legs, positioned them over his shoulders, and slammed his face into my slit.
The more he shook his head, the more I slid down the couch. Suddenly I was in this unnatural and uncomfortable position. And felt these weird vibrations that went through my body.
Is he fucking talking into my pussy?
Roland’s large hands kneaded my hips and ass, reminding me of how a baker works the dough before tossing it in the oven.
Then I felt an intrusion in my balloon knot, and I scrambled to push him back. “Whoa!”
“What?” He looked confused.
“What. What?” I adjusted myself on the couch. “That’s exit only!”
“Oh.” He nodded seeming to understand. “My ex loved when I fingered her bung hole.”
“Shut the fuck up and eat me!” I heard the irritation in my voice.
“Hell yeah, Naomi! I’m here to eat your sweet poon tang.” He buried his face in my muff, and I felt him poking around with his tongue.
“Noami!” I growled and tried to relax.
The problem was between his cheesy lines and fire hose; I was over trying to get off.
I should’ve propositioned my neighbor. I bet he knows how to make a woman come.
Roland used his thumb to tease my love button, but it was out of order and feeling abused with how hard and fast he mashed it.
I need this to be over.
“Oh. Oh baby. Yeah.” My voice came out flat, and I tried to think of anything that might get me to the finish line.
He bobbed his head and then sucked one of my lips in.
“Whew!” I clenched at the strange feeling and felt something gush.
“Woohoo!” He pulled his head up; his face looked wet, and he smiled big. “That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!”
Oh my god. He’s a moron.
Roland sat back on his heels. “I just need a few to get little Jim back up.”
Oh hell no.
“Damn, Roland, you have exhausted me.” I fanned my face with my hand.
“Bet your glad you brought me home with you.” He winked at me before crawling around to collect his things.
I was afraid to move, you know, in case he thought I was ready for more. Which I wasn’t.
He got dressed and then pulled out his phone. “Hey, babe, gimme your number so I can call you up to get our freak on again.”
“Sure.” I nodded. “It’s 245-867-5309.”
Once he had it in his phone, he gave me a double shot from fake guns as he left my apartment.
With a shake of my head, I got up from the couch and went to get my robe.
“All I wanted was to have a real orgasm.” I snarled as I slid into the warm comfort and went to get a beer from the fridge. “Fucking cock king my ass.”
Twisting the cap off, I tossed it into the trash and went out to sit on my patio. The night sky was beautiful, and I thought I was alone until I heard the voice that kept me on edge all night.
“I’m guessing your night didn’t go as planned?”
I turned my head slowly to meet Mike’s gaze.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I took a long pull of my beer and noticed his pajama pants were tented.
He gave me a lopsided grin. “Wanna try out my baloney pony?”