Chapter 8
Zia~
No doubt about it, Quaid Crawford was a gorgeous specimen of a man.
He looked like he could have been an extra in Gladiator, and I wanted to lick every inch of skin on the guy.
His dark skin looked as smooth as silk, and I loved how he didn’t have any chest hair.
Oh, he had a very nice happy trail leading to that massive dick of his, but his chest was bare, and I bet my head would feel so comfortable resting quietly on it.
Crawling towards the edge of the bed, his dick still looked big in his hand, and we were definitely going to need a ton of lube if he really planned on bending me over for my first introduction to anal sex.
Nevertheless, I was game.
When I was finally close enough, Quaid dropped both his arms at his sides, and when I reached to take his dick in my hand, my pussy clenched at how my fingers couldn’t touch around his girth. He was also hot to the touch, and I could only imagine how good he was going to feel once he was inside me.
“You like that big dick, baby?” he smirked knowingly.
I looked up at him, the head of his dick near my lips. “Yes, I do.”
“Show me how much, Zia.”
Ready to return the favor, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, then wrapped it around the soft head of his cock, and Quaid let out a low hiss as I did my best to work him towards the back of my throat, which was proving a challenge.
As much as I loved sex, a porn star I was not, and so I definitely didn’t have the conditioning to swallow this man whole.
“Yeah, suck that dick, baby,” he grunted, his hips moving eagerly. “Show me how much you want my cock.”
Loving the praise, and knowing that we had an audience, I did my best to prove to Quaid that I was able to give just as good as I got. Even though I craved attention and could be considered self-absorbed, I still appreciated sex on every level, and pleasing a man had its own rewards.
It wasn’t long before his sounds of pleasure mixed with the gagging noises that I couldn’t control, and when Quaid tangled his fist in my hair, forcing me to take him deeper, it was clear that he enjoyed the raunchy echoes just as much as I did.
It was creating a very personal symphony, and I was certain that our audience could hear us clearly.
However, as much as I was enjoying myself, I couldn’t help but feel a tad smug when Quaid pulled his hips back a bit, saying, “I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”
Now, as much as I wanted to experience that, I was aware that we didn’t have all night. Though there wasn’t a time limit on the use of the participation rooms, it’d still be rude and inconsiderate as hell to hog one for yourself all night, and I wasn’t quite that self-absorbed just yet.
I pulled back, his dick a shiny mess from all the saliva, then looking up at him, I said, “I’m ready when you are.”
That confident smirk of his was back. “Oh, I’m ready.”
With that, I was about to move back to the center of the bed, but Quaid wasn’t having it. Instead, he reached out, grabbed my hips, then flipped me around until I was on my hands and knees, a loud slap of my left ass cheek making it clear that we were doing this in a way that everyone could see.
However, instead of just ramming his dick deep inside me, I waited patiently as Quaid walked over to the nightstand, then grabbed a handful of party favors from the little container provided by the club.
I could also appreciate how he wanted to have everything ready, no matter which way the night went.
As soon as he was back in position, he didn’t climb onto the bed with me like I’d been expecting.
For whatever reason, he’d chosen to remain standing behind me, and I had to wonder if it had anything to do with the vantage point of our audience.
Either way, I wasn’t going to complain. Besides, I had no doubt that Quaid would be able to get the job done in any position.
The sound of foil tearing hit my ears, and I was so secretly glad that Quaid hadn’t taken my adventurous nature for granted. Yes, I was having sex with a virtual stranger in a sex club, but that wasn’t to say that I didn’t take my health seriously, because I did.
Very much.
Plus, with easy access to a bunch of condoms at hand, Quaid would be able to switch up holes with ease, barely no time wasted at all. Since this wasn’t a paid porn production, I didn’t care about aesthetics enough to put myself at risk.
Once Quaid was suited up to play, I felt his hands on my hips, and the searing warmth sent a needy shiver up my spine. His hands were big enough to be capable of anything, and I liked that.
However, all thoughts of Quaid’s hands vanished as I felt him begin to stretch me open, his thickness filling me in a way that I had missed so much.
I felt him everywhere, and every inch felt like a glorious homecoming.
Even his fingers digging into my hips felt good enough for me to drop on the mattress, my head down, ass up, in the perfect position for him to do his worst.
“Christ, even as wet as you are, you’re tight as fuck,” Quaid groaned as he finally pressed up against my ass, every inch of cock buried deep inside me. “Your pussy feels fucking incredible wrapped around my cock, baby.”
“Quaid...” I whispered into the sheets. “Please...”
“Anything you want, it’s yours, Zia,” he promised as he pulled back, the length of him hitting every nerve ending in my pussy. “Whatever it is, baby.”
I could barely think as Quaid began fucking me in a smooth rhythm designed to drive me insane.
He wasn’t being rough, aggressive, or hurried.
Instead, he was thrusting in and out of me in a way that made every inch count, and every time that he bottomed out, I let out a throaty moan of appreciation, but I honestly didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to take the teasing.
It felt incredible and maddening all at the same time, and I could only hope that I wasn’t driven out of my mind by the time it was all said and done.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure how long we were at it before I felt a slickness on my ass, and I already knew what was coming without having to ask.
So, I let my body relax as Quaid worked a single finger into that virgin hole, and holy fuck, the double-penetration was nothing like it’d been before, when it’d been just his two fingers.
“How does that feel, baby?” he grunted, hope evident in his deep voice.
“So good...” I panted honestly. “God, Quaid...”
“I’m going to make you cum, and then you’re going to let me slide deep in that ass, okay?” he said, and even through the punch of sexual haze, I loved how he had asked, still giving me the option to say no.
“Yes...please...” I whimpered, the idea of saying no not even a thought in my head.
Then, before I knew it, both of his hands were back on my hips, and the man was no longer taking it nice and easy.
Instead, he was railing into me hard enough to make me cry out, my fingers digging into the mattress beneath me, and white spots began dancing behind my eyes with each hard thrust into my body.
“Oh, God...” I choked out. “Don’t stop...Quaid, don’t stop...”
“Not until you’re cumming all over my dick, baby,” he growled, his fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises. “Not until my cock is completely covered in your sweet cream.”
It didn’t take long for me to finally explode all over the man, and once I did, Quaid wasted no time working my release into my ass, my mind and body too much of a mess to protest or take a moment.
With my body still twitching, I felt Quaid pull his dick from my pussy, and I honestly felt in a daze as he began working the head into my ass, something that hadn’t been planned when coming out tonight.
“Jesus fuck,” he hissed as he took his time sliding inside me, making sure not to hurt me.
“Quaid...”
“Hang on, baby,” he said, and that’s when I heard the sounds of some rustling, and then the next thing that I knew, I felt a warm drizzle of lubricant on my ass, and I couldn’t believe that I’d forgotten about it. I’d been so out of my mind that I’d been willing to let him fight his way in.
“Such a tight virgin ass,” he grunted as he kept pushing inside me, and the damaged part of me like how he’d made the announcement for the audience. “But it’s not virgin anymore, is it, baby?”
“No...” I rushed out, my voice a broken mess. “No, it’s not...”
I wasn’t sure how long it took for him to finally stretch me open enough to fuck me, but once his hips began to move steadily, Quaid reached out, grabbed a handful of my hair, then yanked me upward until my back was arched enough for his lips to warm my right ear, his dick deep in my ass.
“This isn’t the end of it, Zia,” he said. “Once we’re done here, we’re going back to my place, and I’m going to fuck you all night long, baby.”
He wanted to take me to his place. He wanted to take me back to his place, and it was dangerous how wanted that made me feel. In fact, everything about Quaid Crawford felt dangerous.
Nevertheless, I found myself saying, “Okay...okay...”