5 Kimber
I wish the lighting was better. Or I was a little bit drunker so I could forget how fucking crazy I sound.
Make me forget his name. Yeah, I’m covered in red flags right now. Rich didn’t ask for all this drama this late in the night.
Instead of pushing me off, or insulting me, he just cocks his head. The lights are behind him, making that pale blond hair almost white, and the violet of his eyes nearly black. He presses the tip of a finger against me, and I rock into his hand.
I don’t care if it’s shameless. I don’t care if this will make us awkward or if it’s a bad idea. My body is needy right now, needy for him.
And I’m already in his bed, so… he doesn’t have to persuade me into anything. I want him.
Rich shifts, leaning in until his forehead presses against mine, pushing me back further into the pillows. “I can make you forget your name if you want, Dreamer.”
Dreamer.
It’s a stupid nickname, but it’s familiar, and it makes me sink into the comfort Rich doesn’t even know he provides. I tilt my head, capturing his lips with mine, and kiss him.
I’ve never kissed Rich before, but his lips take over mine as he shifts, pressing a finger into me as he plays with my clit, and I moan into his mouth. Fuck, its nice having a guy that knows how to use his hands.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss. The drowsiness is gone along with the nausea, and right now I just need to feel him inside me.
Anything to drown out the noise in my head.
He shifts, and I copy him to try and get my hand down and around his cock.
If I were at the club I’d expect a ton of foreplay before someone fucked me, but right now my brain’s not working as I eagerly help him get his cock free and he adds another finger to my dripping pussy.
I’m so damn wet right now it’s almost embarrassing.
Rich breaks the kiss, leaning back to look into my eyes. “I have to get a condom.”
“And toys,” I tell him, and his fingers slow inside me. “You have to have something here if you run a sex company. Please. You can use anything on me.”
He groans. “Kimber-”
“I mean it,” I say seriously, my hand finally wrapping around his cock. That makes him moan too. “I know what I’m doing. I’m fully aware. Just make me feel good.”
He drives his fingers deep into me once, making my head knock back at the sudden force, and my pussy tries to grip onto his fingers before he pulls free. I’ve only stroked his cock a few times before he moves away. “Wait. Have some patience.”
The idea of waiting right now makes me want to scream, but I sit back and watch as he moves across the room, back to that chair he was sitting at. He opens one of the cabinet doors, but it’s too dark to see what he’s searching for.
While he grabs stuff, I tear off my shirt, dragging my fingers through the little knots in my hair. I’m fully awake now, and since I gave him nothing to go on, I’m curious what he’ll grab for me.
I sit up and scoot until my back hits the headboard, opening my legs and bending them at the knees before I reach down and start fingering myself. My eyes move to the ceiling as my chest heaves, vaguely noticing that there are hooks up there above the bed.
Interesting.
I can hear Rich moving through the silent room as he heads back. My eyes finally drop as he approaches the bed, opening the condom as he watches me finger myself.
For a moment, disappointment hits me, and I don’t fully understand why. I wanted a taste, but if he doesn’t expect me to -
He spits into his hand, working his palm down his length, and it breaks the rhythm I have stroking myself.
He doesn’t ask me for anything, just watches me with careful eyes.
His gaze is so intense I squirm under it as he slides the condom down his dick, and I watch how much of it the latex doesn’t cover.
Then he nods to me, pointing to the bed in front of him like it’s a challenge. I can almost hear it in his voice when he speaks. “Hands and knees.”
I’m too turned on to care about the command, scrambling over to kneel in front of him with my knees wide. It gives him easy access, and I can’t help wondering if Rich is an ass man. I’m not really prepared for anal, but if he’s into that I can work with it.
He grips my hips then, adjusting me just a little, and I’m buzzing with anticipation when I feel his cock settle at my pussy. It hasn’t been that long since I last had sex, but sex that makes me shake with desire? That doesn’t happen very often.
Rich leans over me, kissing the space between my shoulder blades as one of his hands disappears. “You won’t want to think of anyone’s name but mine, Dreamer.”
“Fuck!” I scream, his cock slamming into me all at once. I gasp around the size, feeling like he’ll split me in two as I take him deeper and suddenly, admiring the size feels foolish as my body trembles trying to accommodate him.
He’s so big. Thick but long, and I can’t hold myself up on my hands. That’s usually not an issue, but right now I have to drop to my elbows as I gasp and drop my head.
He’s right. My mind? Gone.
Rich starts moving, giving me long, deep strokes that steal my breath. It’s not the quick, short, sharp movements I’m used to from partners. These force me to take every inch of him over and over, his one hand digging into my hip and occasionally his nails scratch me as he fucks me.
When I think I finally have enough sense in my mind to get back on my hands and tease him as he thrusts, something touches my clit. It’s not skin, it feels like silicone -
I shriek when the toy turns on, the clit stimulation going right to my core and I feel my pussy clamp around him as I cum. It hits hard and all at once, and I can’t stop myself as I rock into him. His strokes get faster, and I cry out.
“Good girl,” he praises me, the hand on my hip disappearing. “My messy girl. Let’s see how long your clit can last, hmm? I bet I can get three more out of you.”
Three? He’s fucking lost it.
Then I feel his hand, snaking around my front, and Rich is tall enough compared to my shorter frame that he easily cups one of my breasts.
“I can feel you squeezing me. Soaking my sheets. Your little pussy is weeping for me right now. I want to feel you soaking my cock, Dreamer. Can you do that for me?”
I swallow, unsure if he expects a response or not. He changes the setting, making my back arch, and I respond anyway when his hips slam harder into me. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl. I like hearing your voice struggle to speak through your orgasms. Feel how deep I am? You’re taking me so well.”
His hand moves, leaving my taut nipple alone as his hand slides down again, pressing to my stomach. I moan, feeling the spot where he’s hitting inside me, so deep I’m sure he’s going to break me.
“You feel too good around me,” he groans, adjusting the toy on my clit. That fucking thing is a menace, and it’s making it so hard to not cum again. “So full. You stretch so well around my cock. Whose name are we forgetting again? Can you even remember?”
I sputter, snapping my neck around to look at him. It’s hard to see much at this angle in the almost dark. “No one.”
He grins, flashing white teeth at me. He changes the setting again and I swear he’s going to let that toy suck the life out of me. “See? I told you, you won’t remember a thing. Now stop holding out on me. Your pussy is so tight around me, Kimber. Give me another one.”
He rocks the toy over my clit and I lose it, crying out when the orgasm sweeps through me again. Usually one is a good thing for me, so two or more is going to knock me out for the night.
I rock hard against him, matching his thrusts, and every time I cum that toy makes me ten times more sensitive. I shake around it, gasping as I grip the sheets. “T-too much.”
“Is it?” he asks, and I swear he’s teasing me. He keeps fucking me hard into the matress, the sounds of our hips snapping together filling the room, and presses his hand to my stomach. “Or are you just not used to getting off?”
When he puts it like that…
The toy changes again, and I’m going to lose it with the constant changes. “You’re here with me, Dreamer, coming on my cock and breaking apart in my bed. This pussy? Mine. Your orgasms? Mine. Until you’re out of this bed you belong to me, including your thoughts.”
He lifts the toy for a moment, and I almost sob at the sudden loss of stimulation. Then it’s back on my clit, pushing harder, and I swear it reminds me of a slap. “Mine, Kimber. Cum on my cock and stop thinking about anything else. Soak my fucking cock and break for me.”
I scream, and my pussy clenches around him. Rich keeps that goddamn toy where it is, helping me ride it out, and all I can do is rock with him as I try and ride through it.
Why the hell haven’t I fucked him before? I can’t remember what kept me from taking the leap.
His thrusts quicken, pushing me into the mattress as the toy stays in place. He’s rougher now, and I rake my nails down his ruined sheets before he slides his hand around, gripping my hip again, and suddenly bottoms out in me. His hips still, and I shudder beneath him.
Fuck me. I don’t care if my clit is tender in the morning, this is the kind of sex I’ve been looking for.
Rich moans, stroking his cock with my pussy a few times before withdrawing. I try to sag, but that toy is still in my way, on my clit. I take a shaking breath, ready to ask if he’s going to turn it off.
He grabs my leg, flipping me over onto my back. The bed is soaked beneath, but his eyes are focused on me as I rock against the toy. “One more. You’re done when I say you’re done.”
I look down, vaguely aware of the red toy pushing on my clit, and then gasp. He crouches before me, keeping the toy against me but sliding it up, before I feel something wet lapping at my pussy.
His tongue. I come apart right there, something about him going down on me after fucking me, condom or not, makes me shatter. My back arches on the bed, a cry slipping from my lips, and for a moment my hand finds his head and pushes him deeper into my pussy.