2
Dust we are, and to dust we shall return
My body bounced against the wall, and his hungry mouth shook mine without hesitation.
It tasted of toasted beer. It wasn”t a flavor I disliked, especially when the tongue moved so skillfully.
My eager fingers pulled at the scarf to get rid of it so they could tangle in short, soft hair.
He exuded a woody, fresh, and somewhat spicy scent. I liked how he smelled and tasted; that earned him several points in his favor.
His masculine right hand slipped between the wall and my behind to knead my buttock and encourage me to wrap my leg around his body. Of course, I did, allowing the growing hardness to collide with my eager center. I rubbed against him, eager to reach the promised pleasure.
He pulled away from my mouth a bit, with a soft bite that tightened my lower lip and turned on the light. The switch was next to my head.
I didn”t mind having sex with the lights on, in fact, I preferred it. I liked to look as much as to be admired.
”I see this isn’t your first time here,” I noted slyly.
”Do you mind?” he asked, with a smile dancing in his eyes.
He was disheveled from losing the scarf under my nails. The tousled hair did not detract from his attractiveness.
”Not at all. I just hope you have half the skill with your groin as you showed out there with the cue; that will be enough for me.”
”And what if I have much more?” he asked, his voice tinted darkly.
”Then better for both of us, I”m getting married tomorrow and this is my bachelorette party,” I informed him. I preferred to give him the news before he thought I wanted something more with him.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
”You”re getting married?”
”Do you mind?” I asked, returning the question.
”Not at all,” he replied. ”I just hope your future husband doesn’t mind my lovemaking skills; comparisons can be odious.” I let out a mocking laugh.
”Don’t worry about his skills; I manage very well on my own to find what I need,” I flirted, sliding my hand between our bodies to massage his growing erection. ”And now, forget what I’ve told you, we”re here to fuck.”
His hands reached for my strapless neckline and pulled down, exposing my breasts. My nipples puckered as they felt the air hit them.
Then, he lifted the skirt of my dress up to my waist, not overlooking my lack of underwear. He growled.
”You”re not wearing panties.” It was more a statement than a question.
”I”m a practical woman, why wear them if I want to lose them?”
I thought he swore, but I didn”t ask because that promising mouth went straight to one of my breasts to suck it.
I hissed with pleasure. His tongue was broad, hot, and very skilled.
The hand that had kneaded my ass moved to the front to masturbate me. I was so wet it was easy for him to penetrate me with one of his fingers. I dug my nails into his back and he bit me, causing a spike of pleasure.
I gasped loudly as I felt the plunge of those audacious phalanges. His beard scraped my skin, reddening it as he moved.
He was good, undeniably good, I made a fantastic choice, and now, I couldn’t stop moaning, unleashed by his advances.
I wanted to touch him, lick him, undress him, and enjoy him as he deserved.
I grabbed his shirt, and when I went to pull it, he stopped me.
”No,” he muttered, not moving far from my breast.
”No?” I repeated, not understanding, which made him pull the treat from his mouth.
”It”s your bachelorette party and I”m your secret.”
”Who said you”re my secret?” I questioned, furrowing my brow.
”Then, does your fiancé know what we”re doing?”
”I don”t discuss my private life with strangers, especially not when I”m fucking,” I retorted as something dark flitted through his eyes but vanished quickly.
”Then, I”m your secret.”
”We”re all someone”s secret, for one reason or another. Besides, it doesn”t matter. If I wanted to talk, I”d be in a confessional, and you don”t look like a priest,” I grumbled.
”Nor do you look like you frequent the church much,” he countered. I was getting impatient.
”Look, I”m not here for sermons.” I pretended to pull my dress down to leave but he stopped me.
”Understood. I get the hint. I”ll shut up and give you what you came for. Don’t blame me if your screams drown out the music in the place.”
”If you want to make me scream, start by getting undressed.” He shook his head again.
”Tonight is yours. As you said, I”m your wedding gift. I”m going to dedicate myself body and soul to make you come so many times you lose count of your orgasms,” he licked a nipple. ”You”ll do it in my mouth.” He pushed his fingers deeper, slotting in a second without trouble. ”On my fingers.” He rotated them, eliciting an uncontrollable moan that escaped my lips. ”But not on my dick, sorry, that part is off-limits, I don’t carry condoms, and neither of us wants to risk an unwanted pregnancy. I don’t think your future husband would appreciate that.”
I sighed in frustration. I wanted to fuck, like crazy, not just a handjob or a free meal. But I wasn’t foolish enough to have unprotected sex with a stranger. Not because of pregnancy, but because I didn’t know his medical history.
”Maybe you can ask one of your buddies out there for one.”
”I’m not going to go out and leave you hanging. If I do, it will be to not come back, so you choose,” I sighed. ”Relax, I have a guaranteed satisfaction seal, if you don’t like what I offer, you can always come back and repeat as many times as necessary,” he commented, before kneeling down and plunging his mouth between my legs.
Okay, I said I didn’t want oral sex, but... damn! His mouth was everywhere and my screams were unfiltered and loud.
How could he move it like that? With slow, torturous strokes, then switching to a pace that obliterated my clit.
I didn’t give a damn if the whole place knew what was happening; in fact, maybe it even turned me on a bit, the image of those bikers getting excited knowing what was going on in the storage room.
I dug my fingers into the top of his head and rubbed my groin against his face. Fine, he wanted to give me pleasure and I was going to accept it, he was too skilled to refuse.
His masculine fingers tortured my insides, entering, twisting, while those lips sucked my swollen lower parts, in search of pleasure no one had found before.
He brought me to the brink of orgasm twice.
I didn”t like to beg, nor to be left at the threshold. In fact, I never begged during sex. The third time he pretended to pull away, stopping me from exploding, I gripped him unceremoniously and rubbed with such fervor I feared I might drown him in my fluids.
I didn”t ask for permission, I came wildly, with a shudder that rattled me from head to toe, and he moved his fingers aside to uncork the bottle of my pleasure and plunge his tongue at will.
Fuck! Fuck!
I howled, screamed, and pulled on those long locks at the top of his head to twirl them around my fingers.
I shattered like the vodka glass I had left forgotten across the street and flowed into his mouth, letting him drink my own distilled essence.
I didn’t know if it was because of the beard, but the sensations multiplied my pleasure tenfold.
When the last lazy lick covered my sex and his eyes met mine with triumph flickering in them, I brazenly half-closed my eyes, ran my thumb across his lips, and brought it to my mouth to taste.
”And? Are you going to bring out the complaint book?” he asked, standing up. The bastard knew what he was doing, and I
liked that. He wasn’t modest, just like me.
I shed the dress, leaving only my heels on.
”Better show me everything you”re capable of before I pass judgment on your skills.”
”That”s done...” he growled, sitting on one of the boxes. He motioned with his finger for me to come closer and pulled me in, positioning me right above his hardness, opening me up completely.
He moaned as he felt me grab his hair to pull his head back and savor me eagerly on his tongue, which still retained my taste.
He moved his mouth from mine and greedily eyed my breasts.
”Offer them to me.” Though I liked to take the lead in sex, his voice turned me on too much. I took my breasts from beneath and pushed them up for his enjoyment.
I moaned when he pulled on my nipple mercilessly. My sex pulsed, melting over the zipper.
I grabbed his neck and ran my nails along the back while swaying to soothe my excessive appetite. I was going to wet his jeans, any explanations he had to give were his problem, I was ready to enjoy him fully and wasn’t going to hold back.
A couple of hours later, there was a knock on the door.
”Romeo, recess is over.” I smiled at the nickname.
We had indeed finished and I was pulling my dress back on. I was sweaty and satisfied. As promised, my mysterious lover was very capable of satisfying my needs with just his fingers and tongue.
”A very romantic name...” I commented, fixing my neckline.
”Do you need a ride home?” he asked gallantly.
”No, I have my own means, but thanks. It was very good,” I complimented him, turning to head for the door.
Before I reached the handle, his large body loomed over mine and he pressed my back against his torso.
”I hope you”ll be very happy,” he whispered in my ear. ”They say love is blind and marriage restores your sight.” He was a natural provocateur. He grabbed my waist to fit me against him and rubbed his fingers on my sensitive groin. I couldn”t help but give him one last moan.
”Lucky then that I”m not in love.” He stopped the movement of his fingers.
”Why are you getting married then? A woman like you can have anyone,” he insisted.
”Because I”m marrying what I desire most,” I responded cryptically. I turned around and smiled at him. He watched me intently. ”Enough questions. We agreed you”re not a priest and I”m not much for confessionals. All that”s left is to thank you for tonight.” I gave him a quick kiss.
”Will I see you again?” I thought for a second.
”Who knows, only if next time you promise to have condoms.” I had been left wanting more. He raised the corners of his lips.
”I”ll keep that in mind. I hope you find what you”re looking for in your marriage, good luck.”
”I don”t need luck; luck is for fools, cowards, and those who don”t believe in themselves,” I concluded, before moving away from his body. ”Goodbye, Romeo.”
I rolled the nickname off my tongue like a distant caress and walked away to chase my fate.