Dirty Little Secret

He rolls me to his side and wraps one arm around me.

“What did you like to watch?” When I don’t reply, he adds, “You pick or I will.”

“You can.” My entire being is a contradiction—I’m burning up for him and freezing all at once; I want to maul him and hide at the same time. I’m turned on and embarrassed as hell. My body is in utter chaos.

He scrolls for a second before settling on a video. There’s a short ad from Virtual Kitty—a DIY porn app of sorts—followed by some opening credits, and then, it’s all flesh and moans.

My breathing accelerates as the action unfolds on the screen.

“Show me, Stella.” Samson props the phone against his thigh, focusing all of his attention on me. “Move your robe to the side and show me how you’d touch yourself.”

My heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest as I slip my hand beneath the silky material of my robe. I press my index finger to my clit, softly rubbing it.

“I said show me.” Samson reaches over and tugs the fabric aside, his eyes zeroing in on my finger. “That’s right, Luna, rub your pussy.”

I spread my legs, hooking my left one over his right, and drag my index finger down my slit to gather some of my wetness.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, as I begin rubbing my clit again. “Are you thinking about them? The couple fucking in the video?”

“No.” I shake my head, rubbing faster.

“Then what?”

“You. I always think about you!”

He groans, but makes no move to touch me.

I can feel myself getting closer, but it’s nothing compared to how Samson made me feel. It’s like the difference between watching a movie on an old TV versus in hi-def with surround sound. My fingers will get the job done, but Samson… he delivers the full experience.

“You ever slide your fingers into your tight little pussy while thinking of me?”

“Never. I just… rub myself.”

“You’re telling me I’m the only thing—the only person—to ever be inside you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, as I press the heel of my palm in a circular motion over my clit, chasing desperately after my release.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” He tosses his phone to the floor, the video still playing. “Fuck, Stella, how sore are you?”

I test my opening and wince. “I’ll be okay.”

“Fuck that,” Samson says, knocking my hand out of the way. He thumbs my clit with just the right amount of pressure as he leans in and kisses me. The second his tongue slides into my mouth, I detonate.

My back arches off the bed and I cling to his strong shoulders as he swallows my cries of pleasure with his kiss.

“Fuck, Luna,” he moans as he pulls away from me.

“What about you?”

“What?”

I nod down to the very noticeable rise in the sheets, my heart still racing and my legs sticky with my release.

“I’m good.”

“But…”

“But what?”

“What if I wanted to?”

“Wanted to what?” He grips his dick over the covers, his knuckles turning white as he squeezes.

“Touch you.” I move to my knees and lick my lips. “Taste you.”

“You are literally killing me.”

“Please, Samson. Please let me.”

He shucks off the covers and grabs my hand, wrapping it around his shaft. “Pump your hand up and down,” he says, guiding my motions. “A little tighter… yeah, just like that.”

With a body crafted by hard labor, Samson is a freaking god. His body is all tan skin and taut muscles and I can’t help but want to trace every single divot with my tongue.

“Now, twist your wrist a little as you work the head.”

I do as he says, and he groans. The sounds he’s making spur me on, and I lean forward, flicking my tongue against the tip.

“Fucking hell!” Samson startles, his hips bucking up.

“I said I wanted to taste you too.”

“Stella.” I can’t tell if my name’s a warning or a prayer, but testing his limits has always been one of my favorite pastimes, so why stop now?

I lean all the way over and draw him into my mouth, licking and sucking him like he’s a scoop of my favorite ice cream.

Samson gathers my hair with one hand and palms the back of my neck with the other. “Suck it harder.”

I do, and he rewards me with his sexiest sound yet—a deep, guttural moan.

“Keep jerking me off while you suck on me. Fuck, yes. Like that.”

For a split second, I worry he’s going to shove himself down my throat, but he never pushes me past where I’m comfortable.

One of the videos I used to watch pops into my head, and like the girl in it, I reach between his legs and cup his balls. “Oh, fuck! Shit. Gonna come,” he warns, tapping the back of my head.

Thanks to countless magazines and articles, I know guys prefer for women to swallow, so I double down my efforts, sucking and rubbing in tandem until he shoots his load into my mouth.