59
Lisa
Makeup? Check. Tight dress? Check. Sexy lingerie? Check. All systems go; I’m ready for takeoff. Well, almost ready; I’m still waiting on the pilot.
Although only an hour passed after Diesel’s last text, it seems like that was an eternity ago. I’m walking around my apartment like someone hit in the head by a club; I go from the kitchen to the bedroom, then head to the living room and only stop when I raced through every corner in the place. Why am I this nervous? It’s not like this is my first time with him… But I can’t shake off the anxiety that has settled deep in my bones. Every time I remember how it felt to have my naked body pressed against Diesel’s, his hard cock buried deep inside of me… That’s enough to make a wet mess out of me.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and my train of thought derails. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and then walk to the door with a steady gait.
“Long time, no see,” Diesel greets me as I open the door. He’s leaning against the doorway, his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. This time he isn’t wearing a Polo, but a simple black dress shirt that clings to his muscles in an impossibly delicious way.
“So, how was mini-golf?” I say, trying to play it cool and confident as I step to the side, inviting me in.
“Dangerous,” he simply responds, throwing his jacket over my couch. “Gladly, I was there to prevent anyone from spraining an ankle.”
“You have a big heart for a bad boy.”
“Lucky for you,” he starts, lowering his voice and closing the distance between us, “I have something bigger than my heart.” His body is almost against mine, his lips just inches away from mine. My heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat.
“Do you? And what can you possibly be talking about?”
“You’re a smartass, aren’t you, Lisa?” he whispers, gently placing his long fingers on my waist. “Maybe I should punish you for that. Give you a good ol’ spanking.”
“I doubt you can do that,” I tease him, locking eyes with him. “You’re not as bad as you say… Carlton.” He narrows his eyes as he hears his real name, but I just smile.
“Lisa, I’m not lying. I always told you the truth,” he continues, ignoring my teasing words. His tone of voice is a truthful one, but I just can’t buy it. What kind of outlaw MC would wear Polos and live in the Upper East Side? “I am--” This time I shut him up, placing my index finger over his moving lips.
“I don’t care,” I say, and I mean it. “Just fuck me already.”
Saying nothing more, I lean in for the kiss and, closing my eyes, I let his mouth fit against mine. I savor his full lips, surrendering to his manly flavor. I reach with my tongue and, feeling his, our kiss grows fierce, his hands pulling eagerly on my hips.
My small fingers go to his shirt, and I flatten the palm of my hands against it, feeling his firm pectorals and eight-pack. I push the fabric up his torso and, as he raises his arms, I then pull it over his head and throw it to the floor, baring his ripped chest.
It’s impossible to resist his perfect body and I’m not even going to try. His fingers go around my hips and over the curve of my ass, cupping it over my dress and squeezing it hard. I succumb to his pull and lean in, laying my lips against his neck.
He stops me by tangling his fingers on my hair and throwing my head back, and I feel him breathing in the scent of my hair as my hands explore his side. That wild anxiety taking over me, I move my hands over the clasp of his belt and unfasten it, popping out the top button on his jeans at the same time.
I feel him shudder as I pull down his zipper, warm blood hurrying down to between my legs and making me feel as alive as I have ever felt. His cock strains against his boxer briefs, the bulging there brushing against my knuckles. In one swift motion, I open my hand and press my palm against him, his cock pulsing impatiently against my skin. I can’t wait to him inside of me again, to feel his thickness stretching me wide and ruining me for other men… And he’s probably thinking the same, judging by the hurried way he kicks off his shoes.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, squeezing my ass, his almost naked body so maddeningly close to mine. With my curves filling his hands, he takes his mouth to my neck and nibbles at the smooth flesh there, his scent climbing up my nostrils and taking my brain by assault. I exhale deeply against his ear, my skin prickling as his tender kisses go over my neck.
“That makes two of us,” I breathe out. I take my arms behind his back, my hands darting lower toward his jeans. With a grin dancing on my lips, I go around his waist and curl my fingers around his thick member; we kiss again, our tongues dancing in a circle around each other.
I almost feel a shiver going up his spine as the palm of my hand flexes against his crotch, his thickness resting there as it snuggles between my small and delicate fingers. I tug on it, the soft and cautious movement of my hand enough to make him gasp. Yanking on my hair again, he forces me to look him straight in the eyes.
r /> “On your knees,” he commands me, and my body obeys before I can even process the meaning behind his words. I start kissing down his neck as I go down, my lips brushing over his nipples and toward his stomach, and he closes his eyes in anticipation.
The moment my knees touch the floor I lean forward, placing my mouth over the straining shape that tents his boxer briefs. I suck on his cock over the fabric, my lips tightly wrapped around his thickness. Biting down on his lower lip, he runs his hands through my hair, disheveling it.
His cock pulses hard against my hand as I claw at the hem of his boxers, the fabric of it sliding down his ass. I push down with both of my hands, his cock revealing itself to me as hard as I've ever seen it, its tip glistening with eagerness. He kicks off both his jeans and boxers then, standing naked over me like a God of Sin.
In a way, it surprises me how much I crave him. It’s simply maddening, so much that when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it down ever so slowly, I have to close my eyes for an instant as a wave of delight rides me. I breathe out sharply as, looking up at him, I see him with his eyes closed, an expression of pure pleasure on his face. He might know how to use his huge cock, but I also know a trick or two when it comes to using my mouth.
Opening my mouth slightly I place it over his tip, my tongue brushing it gently. I feel the urge to lean forward, to make his cock slide down my lips in one swift motion and feel my whole mouth around it. But I wait, patiently, and keep to my own pace, my mouth widens slowly as I lean in, my lips sliding over his length inch by slow inch, making his body suffer through a sweet slow boil.
He claws at my hair as I cup his balls, my mouth finally filled with his throbbing member, the warmness of it almost making me dizzy. I pull out as slowly as I’ve leaned into him until only his tip is on my lips, and then go down again, each coming and going motion of my head making him grab at my hair harder.
He groans as my hand joins the pendulum motion of my mouth. I’m stroking and sucking at a rhythm so perfect I wish for it to never end. I can only imagine what’s going through his head as he looks down at me, seeing his flesh going in and out of my mouth. Just thinking of it I feel my pussy growing wetter than before.