Chapter 17
Bex
C orey’s hands tug at the bottom of my Vipers jersey, and he lifts it up over my head. Underneath is the black halter top I had shoved at the bottom of my work bag—and no bra, because I definitely do not carry around a strapless bra just for fun. His hands are on my waist as he flicks his tongue across his lips, staring at my cleavage.
“Goddamn,” he whispers. “How about one more shot?”
“Corey!” I huff, hating how whiney I sound. At this point, I’m about to get on my hands and knees and beg for this man to touch me.
He gives me a devilish grin as he grabs the bottle of tequila, pouring a bit in his mouth directly from the bottle. “Just one?” he asks, tilting the bottle toward me .
Whatever this man wants, I just want to skip to the good part. As I reach for the bottle, he snaps it back. “Let me, baby.” Corey cups my jaw with his free hand and runs his thumb along my lips before applying pressure to my lower lip. Slowly, I open my mouth for him, flicking my tongue out to swipe his thumb. “Fuck, you have the prettiest mouth, Bex.”
He holds the tequila bottle over my mouth, tilting to pour, but he misses my mouth completely. It’s not a lot, but a decent amount of tequila runs down my chin and neck, rivulets spreading between my breasts.
“Oops,” Corey says, that sexy smirk on his face, the one that makes me clench my thighs together to alleviate the throbbing ache in my pussy and the pulsing in my clit. “Let me clean that up for you.”
Corey leans down and licks from my chin to my jaw, pausing when he reaches my neck. He nips at the sensitive skin with his teeth and follows up with soothing sweeps of his tongue. I run my hands through his hair, tugging softly with each nip of his teeth. By the time he continues the tequila trail down, we are both panting and moaning.
He pauses as he reaches my breasts and glances up at me. “Had I known you weren’t wearing a bra tonight…” he muses.
Whatever was meant to follow that statement is lost as I reach a hand behind my neck and give the loose knot a tug. The material slips down over my body, exposing my rock hard nipples to Corey. If I thought he was eager before, it’s nothing compared to now. The hunger in his eyes as he stares at my tits, then back at me, is electrifying.
Even if I’ve been a bit back and forth with the acceptance of my weight over the years, I have always been incredibly fond and proud of my tits. They’re large, but not overbearing, and there’s still some lift to them, even without support. Corey’s hands slide from my waist to my breasts, and I moan. He’s gentle but firm as he cups them, kneads them, and teases my nipples with his thumbs.
“Hmmm,” he hums as his mouth returns to my skin. “Looks like you’ve got some tequila here.” Corey traces his tongue across my breast, circles my nipple twice before taking the entire peak into his mouth. I whimper as he aggressively sucks and swirls his tongue around my tip. As he moves to my other nipple, showing it the same worship as the first, I begin to wonder if I’m capable of coming from this alone.
When he pulls away, I whimper at the loss. “So needy for me, hm?” Corey hums against my lips.
“I need you, Corey. I’m tired of waiting.”
He says nothing, but takes my hand and leads me from the kitchen, down the hall, and a few doors down on the left. Corey nudges the door open with his shoulder and leads me into a bedroom almost as big as my apartment.
There’s a California king bed opposite the door and an entire wall of windows overlooking the Vegas Strip. I step forward for a better view, highly aware that my tits are still hanging out, but knowing we’re too high up for anyone to see anything, anyway.
“Wow,” is all I can mumble, staring out at the bright lights of the Strip and the sprawling city beyond.
Corey steps up behind me, his hands on my waist and his lips on my neck. “Should we admire the view, or…?”
I turn to face him, shaking my head. “You are the view, Corey.”
He tilts his head, leaning down to kiss me. “That’s my line,” Corey murmurs against my lips. He takes the hem of my halter top and lifts it up over my head. He falls to his knees, hooking his fingers in the high waistband of my leggings, trailing kisses down the soft skin of my stomach. It takes everything in me to allow this, to not push him away from a spot I so often try to hide under my clothes. There’s something almost reverent in the way Corey touches my body; he is far kinder to it than I am, that’s for sure.
Corey continues to pull my leggings down, then helps me step out of them. Realization dawns on me that I’m nearly naked and Corey’s still fully clothed.
I clear my throat and cross my arms over my chest, but under my boobs, so they’re propped up and presented nicely.
“Your turn,” I say, nodding at him.
“Of course,” Corey says as he reaches behind him to pull his Vipers jersey up and off over his head. Why is that move so sexy? Where do guys learn that shit? My mouth is already dry as he does this, but then I see beneath…
“No shirt?”
Corey shrugs, the muscles in his chest and abdomen rippling with the movement. “It was a hasty change right before I came to get you,” he says, sheepishly recalling the moment earlier tonight.
I might actually be drooling now, as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his thick, muscular thighs. As he steps out of his pants, he’s left in a pair of gray boxer briefs, which leave very little left to the imagination.
“Wow,” I whisper again, completely in awe of his physical beauty. This man is close to chiseled perfection. Yes, he has defined pecs and sculpted arms, but he’s got this slight softness to his stomach that is somehow sexier than any of his other features combined. There are still abs there, because damn, those two-a-day workouts have been paying off.
Tucking his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, Corey goes to tug them down, but I almost shout out, “No! Wait.”
He hesitates, laughter bubbling up from his chest. “Okay? ”
This entire time I’ve been frozen, leaning back against the window panes, but knowing what’s about to be revealed springs me into action. I walk toward Corey, internally praying it looks more like a saunter, and pause in front of him.
“Let me?”
Corey’s eyes darken and his tongue flicks across his lips. “Bex, you don’t—”
“I want to. Please,” I say, sinking to my knees in front of him. At eye level, the bulge he’s sporting is impressive and intimidating, but I’m not backing down from this. I place my hands on his thighs and run them up slowly until I reach the top of his boxer briefs. “See, I was a good girl, Corey. I didn’t open the toy my friends got me…”
Corey reaches out to cup my face, his thumb running along my bottom lip again, and I swear, at this moment, my wetness is dripping down my leg. My thong is soaked through at this point, so it’s entirely possible.
“You were a good girl, weren’t you, Bex?”
“Yes, sir.”
He throws his head back, groaning. “Fuck, Bex, you know what it does to me, hearing you say that.”
I bite my lip, nodding, and glance at the impressively hard, clothed length in front of me, and I swear I see his cock twitch.
“Go ahead,” he murmurs, as he strokes my cheek once, twice, then shifts his hand to the back of my head. He runs his fingers through my hair in a comforting gesture.
I pull down his boxer briefs and swallow a gasp. Corey’s cock is, to put it quite simply, magnificent. Long and thick, with pronounced veins on all sides—veins I can only guess I’ll feel pulsing inside me soon.
Corey runs his hand through my hair as I just stare at him. He chuckles softly, and asks, “No ‘wow’ this time?”
Softly, I shake my head. “I’ve had a lot of time to envision this moment, but, Corey… that is not going to fit.”
Corey barks a laugh and asks, “Won’t fit where, sugar?”
“Anywhere, Corey! Surely you’re aware, your cock is massive!”
He fists himself and I’m struck by how big he really is. “I promise you, it’ll fit. Especially if you’re as wet as I think you are right now.”
Swallowing hard, I reach out and wrap one hand around him, near the base, and stroke up and down a few times. Corey grunts softly, his eyes closed. When he glances back down at me, I move my hand to my mouth and drag my tongue across it.
“Bex,” Corey whispers my name huskily, but doesn’t continue. So, I do.
I wrap my wet hand around him again, stroking a few times before I sit up straighter on my knees and lean forward. Tentatively, I flick my tongue out over the thick head of his cock, which is already damp with precum. The taste of him on my tongue is erotic—warm and masculine. While continuing to stroke him from the base of his cock, I trace around the crown a few times with my tongue. When I flatten my tongue, opening my mouth, ready to take him, Corey growls and tugs my head back.
“No,” he says, reaching down for my arms, pulling me up to press his mouth to mine. This kiss is hard and aggressive. Unsteady from standing so quickly, I grab onto his back for balance, sinking my nails into his skin.
Breaking the kiss, Corey says, “Fuck, you feel so good, Bex.” He cups my face, pressing his forehead to mine, panting hard breaths of hot air against my mouth. “Goddamn,” he swears again, trying to catch his breath. “When you put your mouth on me… I was so close.”
“Really?” I ask, my heart pounding at a rhythm to match his. “I just assumed a man like you would have some sort of supercharged stamina. ”
He matches my smirk with one of his own, but he pulls back on my hair again, exposing my neck. Running his lips and tongue along the soft skin below my ear, he whispers, “Usually, yes.” He nips at my skin, hard enough to leave a mark, and I yelp. “But there is something about you, Bex, that makes me come undone.”
That I could make this man, this professional, come undone with the smallest touch sends a rush of power through me. Taking his hand, I lead us to the bed. As I lie back in the center of the bed, it feels like I’m in a movie—and not the kind Corey is known for. Something more intimate and romantic, where I feel desired and cherished.
Corey crawls onto the bed toward me, sliding one powerful thigh between my legs, spreading me open for him. It’s so deeply erotic, the weight of his body above mine and the gentle way he caresses my skin.
“I’ve had weeks to fantasize about this moment and the real thing is just…” Corey pauses and sighs. “At first, I regretted taking things slow. But feeling you,” he says, sliding a hand down my body to stroke the wetness between my thighs. Moaning, I grind my hips against his hand, seeking more. “Seeing you like this, for the first time, wet and ready for me? It was so fucking worth it, baby.”
“Corey,” I say sharply as I grab his ass. “I really love everything you’re saying right now, but if you don’t fuck me right now , I might go crazy.”
With a laugh, he presses a kiss to my temple, then reaches toward the edge of the bed. As I watch him grab a condom and slide it down his cock, I have a fleeting thought of how many other women have experienced this. I immediately shut that shit down because it has no place here with me, with Corey, with what we feel for each other right now.
Corey spreads me wider for him and asks, “Are you ready for me, Bex?”
“Corey, please,” I beg. “Just… go slow.”
He rubs the top of his length against my clit, and my hips buck in response. “Eyes on me,” Corey murmurs as he begins sliding his thick cock inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss at the initial intrusion. Corey pauses, giving me a concerned look. “I’m fine,” I mumble. “I told you, it might be too big to fit. Keep going.”
“Oh, fuck Bex,” Corey murmurs as he continues to slide into me. I’ve never felt so full in my life. In no way, shape, or form can I compare how good it feels to have Corey’s thickness inside me to any of my past hookups. It feels like I stretch on forever inside until finally, I feel the brush of the hair on his stomach against mine. When he bottoms out, we both moan, fulfillment in the deep stretch of my cunt around his length.
Corey plants his forearms on the bed, muscle-corded arms frame my face. He brushes his nose against mine before whispering, “All those fantasies and I just want to fuck you like this.” He rolls his hips slightly, eliciting a whimper from me. “Would that be okay, Bex?”
Intoxicated by the weight of his body over mine and the fullness inside my pussy, I just nod. Top, bottom, up, down, I don’t care how he fucks me—I just need him to do it. “Please, I need you to fuck me, Corey.”
And he does. He starts off soft and slow, allowing me time to adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long, since I’ve been wet and primed since before we left the hockey game. Corey can read my body, the way it’s responding to him, and his thrusts gradually become faster, harder.
The entire time, Corey whispers to me. Praise, like “you take my cock so well” and “your moans are so pretty, baby.” Questions that don’t need answers, like “does that feel good, Bex?” And my favorite… “that’s my fucking good girl.”
The hottest thing is losing myself completely in this experience with Corey. It’s like my brain shuts off and surrenders to pleasure. It’s euphoric when Corey lifts up, and his hands grip my hips to start pounding into me. The empty room surrounds us with an echo of our bodies in rhythm, the slapping of his hips against mine, the sounds of my wetness enveloping his cock with each thrust.
Corey holds one of my hips and uses his other hand to knead at my breasts, which bounce with every thrust. “Are you going to come for me, Bex?”
The pressure of my orgasm has been building, and I reach a breaking point when he releases my breast and rubs my clit. “Corey, fuck, I’m coming!”
It’s a release unlike any I’ve experienced in my life. My vision blurs slightly as I hold on to his forearms tightly, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure rippling through my entire body. Corey grips my hips tighter than before, sure to leave a mark this time, as he pounds two, three more times.
Corey comes with a deep groan, masculine and feral. At the feeling of his length pulsating inside me with his release, I succumb to another orgasm. Although it’s weaker than the first, it’s like my pussy clenches in time with Corey’s pulses, and he moans into my neck as we ride out this hedonistic experience together.