Cocky

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.

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ELIAS

GRAYSON

Chapter One

He didn’t struggle with her bra. Whoever he was, he definitely knew what he was doing. His confident hands ran up and down her back and then easily unsnapped the three hooks that were holding her bra together. She gasped as the cool air touched her warm skin and goose bumps erupted across her back. His hands quickly enveloped her as Chelsea threw back her head and let out an uncontrolled moan.

Her room was dark. The only light came from the crack between the door and the floor, but it was too meager and thin to make any details. She couldn’t quite remember what her stranger looked like. She could remember snippets of their conversation at the bar and their gyrations on the dance floor, but her memory was vague on the details of who he actually was. But, at that moment, Chelsea didn’t care and she certainly didn’t regret bringing him back up to her room.

Her drunken memory had failed her and she was left only with sound and touch and taste to guide her. Whoever he was, his arms were massive and well-muscled and she could feel the strength in them when she grabbed him and pulled him close. He was clean shaved and tasted like mint and whiskey. His chest was firm and her fingers traced the outline of his six-pack as he kissed her fiercely, pulling her in and refusing to let her go.

She could feel his erection growing underneath his jeans. Her hand slipped down and whoever he was he groaned in appreciation and licked her neck as her hand caressed his growing erection. She smiled as it grew beneath her attentions; he wasn’t small.

She couldn’t remember his name, or how they had come back to her room. She had drank a lot at the bar, but she didn’t regret it. This was what she wanted, what she had been craving: a reckless night with a strange man. She had gone looking for no strings attached sex, had wanted pleasure and passion without the need to make small talk. She was tired of talking to people and having to listen to them. She wanted sex and nothing else.

Suddenly he broke their kiss and spun Chelsea around until her back was pressed against his front. She could feel his erection on her. He began to kiss her neck, biting and nibbling his way down to her shoulder, stopping to lick the nape of her neck making Chelsea shudder. The sensation was almost too much; it felt too good and she tried to pull away, but he just held her closer.

His hands were still massaging her breasts, but then he began to gently pinch her nipples and she cried out loudly. Caught somewhere between pleasure and pain Chelsea both wanted him to stop and wanted him to keep going all at the same time. She tried to wiggle free of him but his arms were golden chains that made her prisoner to his attentions.

She felt it as his hands left her breasts and slowly caressed down her stomach stopping at the button of her jeans. She felt her heart stop for a moment as his expert fingers undid the button and lowered the zipper and then she was wiggling out of her pants. She was wearing only a black thong and she couldn’t help but press her ass against his erection and he gave a low growl in response.

She still couldn’t see him, but she didn’t even want to anymore; she just wanted his hands to keep doing what they were doing and never stop. He was sliding his fingers over her wet center, not entering her, just touching her, teasing her. She was almost embarrassed with how wet she was and she knew he could tell. Finally, he slipped a finger inside and Chelsea’s entire body shook as her head lolled back on his shoulders.

His deft fingers were teasing her in long, slow strokes that only grazed her clit. It felt amazing, but, at the same time, it wasn’t enough. His fingers were barely touching her and his rhythm was so slow. It was a beautiful kind of torture. She gave out a whimper of impatience as she moved her hips to try and increase the contact between them. But no, when she tried to reach for him, he just made his touch even lighter and her frustration only grew.

She was trapped in his arms as he kissed her neck and his fingers drew light strokes inside of her and somehow she was already so close. If he would just touch her a little more, or move a little faster her orgasm would have exploded around her, but no. He was determined to go slow and she couldn’t make him do anything else.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” she moaned back. “It feels so good.”

“Do you want more?” he asked.

“Yes please,” she whimpered back to him.

His fingers sped up inside of her and Chelsea let out a enraptured sigh as he stroked within her and she felt her body tense and she was so close and then he stopped. He pulled his fingers free of her and she was trapped right on the edge of pleasure, but unable to tip over the edge. For a moment she was sure she was going to come, she was so close, but then her body relaxed and she stood unsatisfied in his arms.

“Why?” she demanded.

But he didn’t answer. Instead he spun her around and nudged her towards the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and with a gentle push, she fell as her lover stood over her. She heard a zipper come undone and the rustle that must have been his pants as they fell to the floor.

Chelsea scooted back on the bed as her stranger climbed onto it. She reached out to him and pulled him close, kissing him passionately. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she slid her tongue into his mouth where it met and mingled with his. She was so close; she was so ready for him as she pulled him closer to her.

He pushed her down and his mouth found her breasts. She arched her back as he kissed her left breast while his fingers pinched and teased her right nipple. She moaned out in pleasure and raked her nails down his back. It was all too much; there were too many sensations for her to separate one from the other.

He came up and began to kiss her and, as he did, Chelsea reached down and stroked his hard member with her fingers. She smiled as she felt his body shudder under her touch as she focused on the sensitive head of his penis. But she wasn’t as strong as he was, couldn’t hold out as long. Whoever the stranger was, she wanted him and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Do you want to come?” he asked her in a hoarse whisper.

“Yes,” she whispered back as she leaned towards him and kissed his neck and then bit his earlobe as he growled in appreciation. The part of her brain that was less drunk than the rest of her thought that maybe she recognized that voice, but she couldn’t quite place it and, frankly, she didn’t care enough to try.

She was grateful when she heard him open a condom wrapper and she took it from his hands, unwrapping it over his hard cock, taking her time, letting her fingers linger on his skin.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he instructed and she was compelled to obey him.

She turned around on her hands and knees and felt his hands as they gripped her hips. Chelsea needed this. She was so tired of playing the good girl. She wasn’t good; she was bad and she was ready for a man who knew how to handle that.

With one sudden thrust he slipped inside of her. Chelsea moaned loudly, the sound seeming to echo around her. It had been a long time since she had been with someone, but she had been wet and ready for him. Her body stretched to accommodate his large and thick cock and she couldn’t help but let out a cry of pain and pleasure that was so mixed together she didn’t even know what she was feeling.

It felt good. It felt amazing to be filled by a man. She could feel every inch of him against her inner walls. He began to move, slowly, pushing himself all the way in before pulling himself all the way out. His movements were slow and dedicated and he gave out a low moan behind her. He began to go faster and Chelsea matched his rhythm, pushing back against him in time with his thrusts.

It felt good and then his hands began to stroke her clit and then it felt amazing. He found her clit in an instant, rubbing it gently with his fingers and she moved against him. His fingers and his cock worked in a rhythm that seemed designed to drive her wild.

“Yes,” she said and it was a cry and a whimper all at the same time. “Yes!” she cried out again as her body tense and again he pulled his fingers out of her while his cock continued to thrust inside of her. Her fingers gripped the pillow; she was just on the edge of pleasure, so close to finishing. And then he stopped. “Why did you stop?” she demanded.

“Tell me you want me to keep going,” he whispered into his ear as he continued to rock inside of her.

“Yes, keep going. Please keep going. That felt so good.” His fingers were back. But his touch was feather light and she tried to push against him but he was in complete control. “Yes, please. Keep going, please!” He was teasing her and tormenting her and she wanted him to tease her forever and she wanted to come. It was too much, too good, and Chelsea didn’t know what she wanted more.

But even a feather light touch can be enough. As his fingers worked and he thrust into her harder and deeper Chelsea felt her orgasm approaching again. She wouldn’t be able to stand it if he stopped again. She was going mad from his touch. She needed it; she needed to come.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” She didn’t even know what she was saying. Her orgasm was slowly building up inside of her, but it felt huge. It was a wave of passion that was going to swallow her and she wanted it desperately. Slowly his fingers stroked her and her orgasm continued to grow and up as he thrust into with more and more force. “Yes!” Chelsea screamed and then her entire body tensed and her orgasm was crashing over her as her body convulsed and shook.

From behind her stranger gave two and then three deep and long thrusts and let out a long groan as her orgasm crashed over her again and again until she wasn’t even sure where she was.

Finally, the pleasure subsided and, Chelsea tried to catch her breath as her stranger pulled out of her and Chelsea collapsed onto the bed. She was suddenly exhausted and she wasn’t sure she could move if she wanted to. Her stranger rested his hand on her back and then kissed her between the shoulder blades as he climbed off the bed.

She wanted to thank him, but realized it would be ridiculous. The room was starting to spin around her and she knew any moment she was going to fall into a very deep sleep. She was still wearing her makeup and her hair was still done up and she was going to be a wreck in the morning and she didn’t even care. She felt so pleasantly spent and satiated. She heard her stranger as he went into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later. She still hadn’t moved and she was half-asleep as she thought she heard him get dressed.

“I gotta go,” he whispered in her ear as he gave her one last kiss on her forehead.

“Okay,” she managed to get out, but already she was half asleep and she didn’t even hear the door when it closed behind him.