Chapter 7 #2
“Ask me how many people I’ve fucked without a condom. Ask me how many people I’ve ever let come inside me,” I demand. My nipples are so hard I want to rub my chest over him simply to get a little relief.
“How many people have you let come inside you?” His voice is a low, husky growl. It’s full of sex and possession, and I’m certain in that moment I chose correctly.
“None. You would be the first.”
“None?”
“No,” I say with a shrug. “I’m big on safe sex. I’ve never wanted to let anyone do that before.”
His eyes are almost entirely black, and his breath hitches when he says, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I answer, already knowing what his question is going to be.
“Do you want to let me?”
“Yes. I want to know what it feels like to have you come inside me. I want you to do everything you said you wanted to do.”
“Yes?” he verifies.
“Yes,” I agree.
“Get your ass out onto the deck, Alyssa,” he orders, a mixture of need and demand straining his voice.
“Make me.”
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he states as he bends and scoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
A slight ‘oof’ escapes as my stomach hits his shoulder.
He carries me across the room, through the door, to the deck, and as he does, I slide my hands over his ass, applying more pressure as I snake one hand between his legs, massaging him through the denim of his jeans.
“Fuck,” he groans before setting me on my feet in front of an outdoor couch, which he drops onto, tugging me with him until I’m straddling him.
My skirt is fanned around us, and only the thin layer of fabric from my bodysuit—which snaps apart—and his jeans are separating us.
I bring my mouth to his, and his hands slide under my skirt, up my legs.
His thumbs stop just shy of where I want them—caressing my inner thighs—as I rock my hips into him.
I’d say I was dry humping him, but there’s nothing dry about this.
I am so wet that I’m going to leave imprints of my labia and cunt stamped on the front of his jeans.
The friction of his fly brushing over my clit feels amazing, and I do it again, moaning.
I’m no longer uneasy about the trees pressing in around us.
The idea that someone could be out there watching us is clearly a turn-on for Mark, and I find myself enjoying it too.
“Your skin is so soft,” he says into my mouth, his thumbs continuing to tease me, refusing to touch me where I want to be touched.
“I want you, Mark,” I breathe, rhythmically rubbing against him.
“I’m so wet, and I need you to touch me.
I want to sit on your face. I want to feel the head of your dick stroking my clit and teasing the opening of my cunt.
I need you to fuck me.” I drop my hands to his fly, but he grabs them, stopping me.
“No, not yet. Keep going, Alyssa. Just like this. Please.”
I grind my hips into him more forcefully, my nails digging into his palms, which have my hands trapped between us, and bite his bottom lip. He moans my name again.
“I want to taste you,” I say. “I want to see your face when you come inside me. And then when your cum is dripping down my legs, I want to watch you lick it off me.”
He lets go of my hands and drops one of his between my thighs, ripping the snaps of the bodysuit apart, and then one of his fingers is circling around my opening.
“Yes, Mark. More,” I plead, as I move my hands to undo his fly and slide my hand into his boxers, gripping him.
There’s already a bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock, and I want to lick it off him as I stare into his eyes, but he said something about going down on me first, so I don’t.
If I wrap my lips around his dick right now, neither of us will stop.
He is so hard, and so thick, that I know having him inside me is going to feel amazing.
He twitches and gasps as I stroke his shaft. “God, I want you,” he says as he plunges his fingers into me, and my hands tighten around him. “You’re so wet,” he continues, his fingers thrusting into me, over and over. “You want me too.”
“Yes,” I moan as I ride his hand.
“Say it.”
“I already did,” I tell him, knowing that arguing with him is a turn-on for both of us. And doing it while his fingers are stroking the walls of my cunt and my hand is wrapped around his dick is just icing on the cake.
“If you want me to keep going, say it again,” he demands.
“I want you, Mark. I want you to fuck me in ways that I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me.” I place my lips next to his ear and whisper, “And I’m going to fuck you in ways that you’ve never been fucked.”
He pushes me away. “Off. Take it all off,” he orders, ripping his sweater off.
I wait until his eyes are focused on me, and then I stand in front of him and turn around.
I unzip the skirt and shimmy it off over my hips, glancing behind me as I do.
Mark’s eyes are locked on my ass, and there’s a stupid grin on his face.
I think it’s safe to say Christmas came early this year.
When my skirt falls to the floor, pooling around my ankles, I bend over and slowly unzip my boots.
I’m still wearing the bodysuit, but the crotch is unsnapped, and he has a full view of everything.
The deck creaks as he stands, and suddenly the length of his dick is pressed between my cheeks, and his hands are on either side of my ass, holding me in place.
I grind myself against him, and his sharp intake of breath is so hot.
“Is your ass tingling?” Mark asks, his voice a low rumble of unmet need.
I grind into him again. “My entire body is tingling.”
“Take it off,” he repeats, tugging at the bodysuit.
I stand up, trapping his cock between my cheeks, and wriggle out of the bodysuit, enjoying every twitching gasp I wring from him.
His hands wrap around me. One hand goes to my boobs, teasing my nipples, and the other drops between my legs, making lazy circles around my clit.
I let my head fall back against his shoulder, going almost boneless in his arms, whispering his name as he brings me to the edge and backs off, again and again, until I’m whimpering, “Please.”
Finally, he drops his hand from my tits and thrusts two fingers from one hand inside me as the other strokes my clit.
I grind my ass into his cock as I come around his fingers, screaming his name for the first time.
When rational thought returns, I turn in his arms, reaching to slide him inside me. I want all of him filling me.
He realizes what I’m trying to do and grabs my hands, stopping me. “No. I want you on my face. I want to bury my tongue in you and taste every inch of you, and I know you want me to.”
“But—” I begin, ready to have him now.
“No,” he repeats, tugging me toward the couch and lying down on it.
“On my face. I want to watch you touch yourself while I do it. I want to hear you scream my name when you come. Again,” he says, with a glint in his eyes.
“After that, I’m going to fuck your face until I can’t take it anymore. Then we’ll really have some fun.”
I move into position, my knees framing his head.
His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me down onto his face, his tongue thrusting inside me, stiff and warm and wet.
I trail my hands over my boobs, playing with them as he takes in the show.
Initially, I let Mark control the pace, his hands around my waist setting the speed, but as desire builds, I drop a hand to my clit, touching myself as I ride his face faster and faster.
“I’m so close,” I pant, increasing the speed.
“I’m going to come. I’m—Mark!” The scream that tears from my throat this time is even louder than last time, and lights appear, filtering through the trees in the distance.
I fold over him, my body crumpling as I whisper, “I think I just woke up your neighbors.”
He shifts me off him, sitting up, pulling me to his chest. “Good,” he says, his mouth finding mine.
Our kiss is slow and languid this time, and I taste myself on his tongue.
I can’t wait for him to taste himself on mine, and I reach my hand between his thighs.
He’s still hard, and he groans as I begin stroking him.
“It’s your turn now.”
He stands, and my hand falls away. “Get on your knees.”
I look at the hardwood deck. “No,” I reply and watch the confusion flit across his face. “I will happily blow your brains out, but I will do it from the comfort of this couch. Kneeling on this deck would hurt, and not in a fun way.”
His eyes scan my naked body.
“Yes,” I reply, giving voice to his very obvious thoughts. “I am still that mouthy naked.”
He growls in frustration and rips a cushion from the couch, throwing it on the deck. “Get on your knees,” he repeats.
I look at the cushion, then back at his face, a grin spreading across mine as I move onto it.
“Yeah. Okay. That works. I like a problem solver,” I manage to get out before his hands wind their way into my hair and his dick fills my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes water.
I cup his balls, massaging them as he thrusts into my mouth like its only purpose is to get him off.
His hands are in full control of my head, and I have no say about the depth or the speed or anything, and it’s incredibly hot.
I want all of him so badly. I can taste the salty, acrid flavor of semen leaking from his cock, and if I weren’t so desperate to feel him come inside me, I’d stay here until he blew the entire load straight down my throat. Maybe some other time.
Instead, I slide a finger between my legs, inside me, lubricating it, and then before Mark can object, I slide it into his anus and begin massaging his prostate. The look on his face quickly goes from surprise to confusion to pure bliss, and he shoves me away.
“Damn it, Alyssa!” he gasps, pinching the base of his penis, and I grin.
Knowing that I had him so close to orgasming that he had to make me stop feels just as incredible as anything else we’ve done tonight.
He closes his eyes, gathers his composure, and then pulls me to my feet.
His cock is pressing into me, and I grind against it, fighting down a moan as I stare into his eyes.
“I want you to do that again later,” he tells me, and I kiss him, aware that he can taste himself on my tongue.
“Turn around and put your hands on the railing,” he orders when I finally break off the kiss.
I immediately comply.
“Tell me if this is too much for your elbow,” he says as he nudges my legs further apart and steps between them, the head of his dick rubbing my clit—slowly, rhythmically.
My hips jerk. It feels amazing. I don’t care about my elbow. “Mark,” I groan, “I want more.”
“What’s the magic word?” It sounds like the restraint of not burying himself in me and fucking me senseless is causing him physical pain, and maybe it is. I’ve already orgasmed twice, and he’s been denying himself the entire time.
“Please. Please give me more.”
He changes the angle so that the head of his penis is lined up with my opening, and I try to press back into him, but he pulls away. “No. I’m in control right now. You only get what I decide to give you, when I decide to give it to you.”
He strokes just the first inch of himself in and out, in and out of me, over and over again, until the only sound I can make is a keening moan of, “MarkMarkMark, please.”
“Tell me you want me to come inside you, Alyssa.”
“I do,” I beg. “I do want you to come inside me.” I might explode if he makes me wait any longer.
“Please,” I plead one more time, and he slams into me.
A guttural shout that’s a mixture of pleasure and raw need tears from my throat as he bends me further over the railing, pounding into me.
I’m screaming his name, and I’m screaming for more, and I’m just screaming because of how good it feels to let him have his way with me.
He pulls out and spins me around roughly, my back digging into the wooden railing as he slides inside me again.
One hand snakes into my hair, and he keeps my face focused on his.
“I’m almost there, Alyssa.” He wants me to watch him come.
Or I said I wanted to watch him. I don’t even know.
But I do want to watch. Like I’ve never wanted anything.
Our screams merge as his hips jerk and hot, wet cum fills my cunt, deepening everything and pushing me over the edge.
The look on his face can only be described as rapture.
I’m screaming his name, and he’s screaming mine, and I don’t even know what the hell just happened, but I’ve never had an orgasm that was anywhere close to as good as that one, and I’ve slept with a lot of people.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as Mark drags me over to the couch, cradling me against his body. “What did you do to me?” I ask as his fingers make slow circles on my ribs.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“I think you just ruined sex for me forever.”
“What do you mean?” Mark asks.
“I’m going to compare anyone else I ever sleep with to this—to you—and they’re always going to come up short,” I murmur as I stare up at the stars. They’re very bright out here.
Mark’s hand stills on my waist. “I wasn’t anticipating you were going to be having sex with other people,” he says cautiously.
“What?”
“I wasn’t intending this to be a one-night stand. I wouldn’t have brought you back here if I just wanted to hit it and quit it.”
“Are you suggesting that this is a thing? You and me? We barely know each other.”
“I’m suggesting—” Mark’s words are cut short by the rumble of an engine and headlights approaching his house.
“Shit,” he mutters, scooping his clothes up and tossing his sweater at me before pulling on his boxers.
“We’re not done talking about this, but you may want to put that on. We have company.”
I tug his sweater over my head at the same time a car door slams. Then a flashlight switches on.
“Hi,” Mark greets, and the beam swivels to him.
“Are you the property owner?” the voice behind the flashlight questions.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“We received some noise complaints.”
“Ah. Yes.” Mark’s eyes dance to mine, and then back to the flashlight below. “Sorry about all the screaming, officers.”