Getting Some (16 page)

My breathing starts to quicken. Arnold moves forward in the water.

“No,” I tell him. “No touching. Let me come…with only your eyes on me…”

Arnold keeps moving, positioning his face about a foot from my pussy. “Jeez, I don’t know if I can do this. Watch you and not touch you. I want you to come with my tongue on your clit.”

I moan when Arnold puts his hands on my legs. I want to tell him no, that his eyes are enough, but I’m powerless to say a word. I can only watch as he moves forward and buries his head between my thighs. He presses his hot tongue on my clit, licks it as though it’s a lollipop.

My orgasm catches me off guard, takes hold of my body and doesn’t let go for several seconds. My legs tremble as I cry out, scream Arnold’s name, and all the while he doesn’t stop suckling me, making one exquisite orgasm roll into a second one.

Finally my moans subside and are replaced by my heavy breathing. Only then does Arnold’s hot tongue relent.

Standing, he grins and reaches for my hand. “You ready to get out of here?”

Still taking in deep breaths, I only nod. I’m too spent from my orgasm to do anything else.

Arnold gets out of the tub and takes a thick towel off the rack. I stand as he approaches me, and he wraps the towel around me. I appreciate the gesture, as I’d started to feel chilly.

My eyes follow Arnold’s body as he pads across the marble floor. There’s a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, and he brings it to me.

“You wear it,” I tell him.

He slips it on. “How do I look?”

“Sexy.”

He makes a show of modeling the robe, and even checks himself out in the mirror.

At the bathroom counter, he picks up the small bottle of lotion. A moment later, he lifts his jeans and digs a couple condoms out of the pocket. The robe is open as he saunters over to me and his cock is hard. Ready to pleasure me.

He gives me a deep, urgent kiss. I want to drop my towel and let him fuck me right here, but Arnold apparently doesn’t want that. Instead he takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom to the king-size bed.

He sits, and I sit beside him. Once again we start to neck. Kissing like this is normally reserved for intimate couples, but with Arnold, it doesn’t feel strained. It feels incredible.

His tongue sweeps over mine, delves deep into my mouth. Arnold’s hands slowly move up my arm, to my neck, then to my face. He frames it delicately as he continues to kiss me. Kiss me like we’ve done this a million times.

A moan sounds deep in Arnold’s throat, and he pushes his body forward, forcing me backward on the bed. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, across my jawline to my earlobe.

“You’re making me crazy,” I tell him. And he is. He knows just how to touch me to make my body sing.

When Arnold eases his body off mine, the cool air hits me. I sigh with disappointment. I want him to stay on me, spread my legs and fuck me. Instead he opens the bottle of lotion.

“We can do that later,” I tell him. I’m way past wanting more foreplay, and the massage he gave me earlier already worked wonders for me.

Arnold pulls my towel apart. “You know what I want?”

“You gave me a fantastic massage this morning,” I tell him.

“That’s not what I want.” He lathers lotion between his palms, then runs his hands up one of my legs. He stops when he reaches the top of my thigh and rolls me over onto my stomach. Now he rubs his hands over my butt.

There’s a pause before I feel the cold sensation of fresh lotion on my behind. “This is what I want,” he says. He skims his fingers over the crack of my ass. “To fuck you like this. Come in your ass.”

A delicious jolt hits my body.

“You said you wanted naughty,” he says after a moment.

“I do,” I tell him. “I just didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” I hear the sound of Arnold opening and rolling on the condom. When he finishes, he stretches his body over mine. He fingers my pussy from behind before resting the head of his cock there. “You didn’t think I’d fuck you like this?”

As Arnold says the words, the thrusts his cock inside me, and I gasp.

His cock deep inside me, he doesn’t move. “You didn’t think I’d want this sweet pussy?”

“I…I didn’t know…”

His lips brush the back of my neck, and a shiver runs down my spine. Finally Arnold starts to move, pulling back, thrusting deep. Pulling back, thrusting deeper. Going harder, faster.

“How’d you get such a sweet pussy? You feel fucking amazing.”

Lying like this, with my legs closed, and his cock burrowed inside me—seriously, nothing has ever felt this good. He pulls out, slips back in, pulls out, enters me again.

“Fuck, Arnold…that’s my spot, that’s my spot!”

And just like that, my body starts to quiver. I’m back in orgasm heaven.

In a quick motion, Arnold withdraws his cock and pulls me up onto my knees. He licks my pussy from behind while it pulsates with sweet pleasure. I whimper, moan, cry his name.

His tongue travels from my pussy to my ass. Sucks there for a moment and then bites my flesh.

“I want to fuck you this way.” He spreads my ass wide. “I
need
to fuck you this way.”

“Yes, baby.” The words exit my mouth on their own. “Fuck me any way you want.”

I hear the sound of Arnold lathering his hands with lotion. Then he’s rubbing the scented cream over me. He inserts one finger into my ass, gently stretching me.

“How does that feel?”

“Good…it’s good.”

More lotion. Arnold inserts another finger. The pleasure intensifies, and I moan.

Even though I’ve done this before, I’m tense. A little scared that it will hurt like when I did this with Adam. But Arnold takes his time, fingers me, adds more lotion, stretches me gradually.

He puts another finger inside me, the pressure building. Arnold groans shakily. “God, that feels so good? Is it okay for you?”

His words shock me. “You’ve got it in me?”

“The tip is in. I want to push it all the way.”

I can’t believe it feels so comfortable. So fucking good.

Arnold reaches for my face and angles it upward. Then he kisses me, all tongue. My breath comes in sharp spurts as Arnold eases his cock farther into my ass, matching what his tongue is doing in my mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” he says as he completely enters me. “Claudia, I loved your pussy, but your ass…”

He moves inside me slowly at first, but gradually picks up speed. It’s an odd but pleasurable sensation, the way he fills my ass so completely.

The momentum builds, and soon he’s fucking my ass as hard as he did my pussy. My moans are louder, more intense, one on top of the other. I drop my head onto the pillow, my butt still high, giving Arnold even more access to my ass.

And, the sensations are far more powerful with me positioned this way. I can feel Arnold’s cock hitting my G-spot from the opposite wall. My whole body thrums as though it’s one big G-spot.

“Can you come like this?” Arnold asks me.

“Fuck yes!”

Arnold grips my hips and goes at me hard.

“I can’t take…much…more.” I grip the bed sheet and press my mouth flat against the pillow as sounds of passion erupt from my throat.

And when my body starts to tense, it’s like I’m caught in the mouth of a volcano, ready to be thrust forth in a spray of red-hot heat.

“Fuck, baby,” Arnold rasps. “I’m gonna blow!”

His words set me free. Then I’m flying, my body molten hot lava vaulting into pure bliss with Arnold.

This is a place where I have no control. My moans are so loud I’m sure someone will hear, but I don’t care. I can’t care.

I can’t stop coming.

When we both stop moaning and groaning, Arnold pulls out and collapses on the bed beside me. I face him, stare into his eyes. I’ve never shared so much of myself with a stranger before.

Arnold runs a finger along my cheek. Smiles.

Then we kiss, and I know my incredible night with this man is just beginning.

Samera

I’
m way past tipsy, but alert enough to know that Rusty is groping my ass on a public elevator and we haven’t hit the stop button.

One of his hands slips into my thong, and he wildly massages my clit, moaning like he’s about to come in his pants.

A ping sounds, and I whip my head around to see the elevator door opening. It’s too late to get out of the compromising position, and when a middle-aged couple sees us, the woman gasps in horror. Rusty doesn’t release me, and the couple doesn’t step onto the elevator. When the door closes, both Rusty and I burst into laughter.

“You are a naughty boy,” I tell him, really enjoying his lust for me. It feels good to forget about my problems, to concentrate on satisfying my body’s carnal urges.

“Then you can spank me when we get to the room.”

I swat his behind. “Why wait?”

When the elevator stops again, we hurry off. Rusty pulls me to the right. His room is the second door down on the eleventh floor. Before he can open it, I brazenly grope him. I run my fingers down the backs of his thighs and squeeze his firm ass.

Rusty opens the door and we tumble inside. No sooner than I slam the door, Rusty grips my shoulders and jerks me to him. I feel his cock—hard, and what I guess to be about eight inches in length. Just what I need to send me into orgasm heaven.

This guy’s hands are superfast. He pulls me down to the floor, and before I hit the ground on top of him, he’s got my thong halfway down my thighs. He spins me over onto my back and spreads my legs. And then his hot tongue is all over my clit.

“Holy shit.” I grip his hair, hold him in place as he eats my pussy. “Oh, fuck!”

His hungry moans turn me on. Rusty spreads my lips wide, then sucks on me like he’s competing in an Olympic sport and determined to win. He’s not gentle; in fact, he’s a bit rough. But I can handle it. I don’t want gentle lovemaking right now.

I want wild fucking.

“Your pussy…God, I love this pussy.”

“Stick your fingers inside me!”

Rusty’s tongue doesn’t let up its delicious pleasure as he inserts one, then two fingers into my sex.

“More!” I cry out. I want it hard, I want it rough….

Rusty slips two more fingers inside me, and I moan long and hard. I lift my head and gaze down at his head between my thighs.

“You taste fucking great.” He breathes raggedly. “I want to eat your pussy all night long.”

I drop my head backward and arch my hips, gyrating them against Rusty’s mouth. He thrusts his fingers harder and faster, and soon I’m moaning like a veritable porn star.

“You like that?” he asks. I look at him again, and he meets my gaze. He moves four fingers in and out of me with lightening speed.

“Fuck, yeah.”

With his other hand, he plays with my anus. “Have you ever had two guys inside you at the same time?” he asks.

“Yes…” I moan.

“Fuck, I think I just creamed my pants. Baby, I am gonna fuck you all night. In your pussy, in your ass.”

I moan in agreement.

“But not yet.” Rusty drives his fingers inside me as far as they’ll go. “Man, I want to put my whole fucking fist in you.”

“Do it,” I tell him. I want to be so lost in sexual pleasure that I forget the outside world.

In goes his thumb, and I gasp. It hurts, but I don’t want him to stop. Slowly Rusty tries to work his whole hand into my pussy. I moan and pant, wanting him to fuck me in a way no one has before.

But the pain is suddenly too much, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Stop…”

“I’m almost in,” he tells me.

“No—”

“You are so fucking sexy—”

Now I jerk my body backward. “Fuck you, I said to stop!”

Seeing how serious I am, Rusty pulls out his fingers and rests them on my knee.

“Baby—”

“Don’t you fucking do that again, you hear me? When I tell you to stop, you fucking stop!”

“Okay, okay.”

I stare at him, try to figure out if the guy is a creep or just got carried away.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and he sounds earnest.

“I make the rules, got it?”

“You make the rules, baby.”

“Kiss me,” I tell him.

When he hesitates, I pounce on him, knocking him onto his back. His hands settle on my hips. “From now on, this is my game—all right?” I think about the woman I am onstage, the one in the Dominatrix outfit with the whip. “What I tell you to do, you do. Understand?”

Rusty nods.

“Take your clothes off,” I demand. I ease my body off of his. “Now.”

A smile spreads on Rusty’s sexy face. “I get it. I think I’m going to like this.”

“Stop talking and get naked.”

Rusty starts to unbutton his shirt. As he does I spread my legs wide and massage my clit.

“You are fucking delicious,” Rusty tells me, his eyes on my fingers. “You keep that up, and I’m gonna come in my pants.”

My fingers move faster. “Let me see your cock. Let me see how large it is.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m hung like a horse.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Rusty pushes his pants and boxers down, and juts his penis forward, as if to prove to me he’s all I need and more.

“Nice.” I lower myself to my knees.

“Nice?”

I take him in my hands. “It’s beautiful.” I flick my tongue over the tip of his throbbing shaft. “Fucking gorgeous. I am gonna ride you so hard, baby…”

Rusty rasps loudly, grips my hair. I take his cock deep into my throat, as far as I can, then pull back to run my tongue around the tip of his shaft. I lift my eyes to gaze at him, and his expression says he is in absolute heaven.

Now I move away from him. When his eyes fly open, I say, “The bedroom. Let’s get off this floor.”

“Don’t like it rough?”

“Baby,
I
defined
rough
.”

A rush of pleasure flows through me as I see the look in Rusty’s eyes. He looks at me like he’s never met anyone quite like me before, and that makes me feel powerful.

I own him. He’ll do anything I fucking want.

He gathers me in his arms and cements his mouth to mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me like that to the bedroom.

When we’re there, I tell him, “Lay me on the bed and eat my pussy. Don’t stop till you make me come.”

“As long as you need, sweetheart. I can stay down there for hours. But first, let me get out of my pants.”

“Ask my permission,” I tell him bluntly.

“Samera.” He draws out my name on a sexy breath. “May I take off the rest of my clothes?”

“Yes. You may.” I use the time to slip my dress over my head, exposing my breasts.

“Please—leave the shoes on,” Rusty begs me.

“Of course.” No doubt about it, guys love these stilettos.

While Rusty gets completely out of his pants and briefs, I lick my fingers and massage my clitoris.

Fully naked, Rusty faces me, and I can’t help but be impressed.

“My, my, what a nice cock you have,” I chime, in a tone reminiscent of Little Red Riding Hood. Truly, it’s awesome. Not only is it a good length, the girth is magnificent. I can’t wait to take him inside me.

“Eat me, Rusty. Nice and slow.”

Rusty positions himself on the bed between my legs and does exactly what I asked of him. He licks my pussy with gentle flicks of his tongue, then suckles me softly. I arch my back and whimper, because nothing gets me off more than a guy sucking softly on my clit.

Rusty spreads me wide and runs his tongue completely over my opening. Then he dips his tongue inside me, a little at first. He takes his time going further, until his tongue is as far inside me as it can get.

“Oh, fuck. Rusty, you are so fucking hot. So—”

My words end on a cry when Rusty sucks my clit into his mouth again. The delicious pressure inside me builds. Any second, and I’m gonna come.

“Oh baby, just like that. Don’t stop…”

A few more seconds is all I can take before my body explodes. It’s so intense, my moans turn into a scream.

I’m too weak from my orgasm to be in control, and Rusty knows this. Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he settles between my thighs, spreads my folds with one hand, then enters me in one hard thrust. It leaves me breathless, all thoughts in my mind one big scramble.

“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet pussy.” Rusty’s movements are quick, each one leaving me gasping in ecstasy. “And you’ve got the most spectacular tits I’ve ever seen,” he goes on. He reaches for one of my nipples and tweaks it.

I can’t believe I’m going to come again so quickly, but Rusty’s movements make my body start to tense once more. He’s fast, he’s hard and he hits my G-spot with every stroke.

“Do I own this pussy?” he asks.

“Y-y-yes! Yes, you fucking own this pussy!”

A splash of cold disappointment washes over me when Rusty pulls his cock from my vagina. I whimper in protest—until he covers my pussy with his mouth.

“Come again, baby. Just like this. I want to taste your sweet juices in my mouth.”

“No…no, please…” I pant.

“In my mouth, baby. I want you—” He licks me. “Weak and quivering—” He suckles my clit. “And calling my name while I suck on you.”

He pushes a finger inside me and sucks me softly at the same time, and holy fuck, I come again. Harder than before.

More explosive.

And, God help me, I’m lost.

Rusty and I take a break to use the bathroom, catch our breath and regain our energy. Rusty uses the toilet first, and when he’s finished, I head in.

Like the bathroom in my suite, this one is also large, though it doesn’t boast the large Jacuzzi tub. Still, if we decide to take our fucking from the bedroom to the bathroom, the shower stall is certainly big enough.

I’ve been with a lot of guys, and no doubt about it, Rusty ranks among the top five for skill and stamina. The man knows how to ram a pussy good and hard. I’ll bet his six-pack abs are in part a result of his active sex life, which means he and his wife must have been very happy.

I finish using the toilet and head to the sink. For a moment, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My face is flushed, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering my skin.

First I wash my hands, then splash cold water on my face and neck. The cold on my skin invigorates me, so I do it again, this time also splashing water on my arms.

Sufficiently cooled, I reach for one of the plush hand towels near the sink. As I dry myself, I head back to the bedroom. That’s when I hear talking, and at first figure Rusty has turned on the television. It takes me another second to realize that it’s Rusty talking, and that he must be on the phone.

Rusty sees me as I appear at the doorway to the bedroom, and winks.

“Gotta go,” he says somewhat hurriedly into the phone. “Talk to you later.”

Hmm. Interesting.

I know I’m not Rusty’s girl, and it’s not like we’ve professed our love for each other. But I wonder if he’s got a girlfriend back home, one he’d be brazen enough to call while I was in his bathroom.

I’m no longer wearing my heels, since they were getting in the way. But that doesn’t stop me from strutting my stuff toward him the way I would on stage. I plop my ass onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.

“So.” I nibble on his ear. “Who was that?”

“My buddy. The guy you met downstairs.”

“Ahhh.” Relief washes over me. I didn’t want this to be the moment that I find out I’m the other woman.

“Did you think it was a woman?” Rusty asks.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” I confess.

“I get the feeling that not much surprises you.”

“And you’re right.” I cover Rusty’s mouth with mine, easing him backward on the bed as I do.

“Haven’t had enough?” he asks.

“Not nearly,” I whisper hotly into his ear. I reach between his legs and feel his hard-as-concrete erection. “And clearly you haven’t either.”

Rusty kisses me deeply, and my entire body ignites. I’m one of those women who simply love to fuck. I don’t do it just to please my man. Hell, many a man hasn’t been able to keep up with my sexual needs. To me, there’s nothing sweeter than sharing my body with a man in the most intimate way possible.

Rusty breaks the kiss and rasps in my ear, “I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pussy while you deep-throat my dick.”

“My favorite position.” I quickly turn my body and straddle my legs over his face. His hot tongue covers my swollen nub instantly, and I savor the blissful sensation for several seconds before easing my body down to take him in my mouth.

“This pussy, this ass…” Rusty’s words trail off on a throaty groan. “I swear, you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever fucked.”