He licks the inside of my thigh that’s coated with my need for him. Then he presses a kiss almost but not quite close enough to my clit.
“Nate,” I groan. “Come on, dude.”
He laughs. “Dude? Really?”
Reaching behind him, he picks up a cherry. He grins, holding it by the stem and dragging it through the folds of my sex.
I can feel the sticky juices drip from the berry to mingle with my own.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy? Like, is that the point? Because if it is, you win. Winner, winner chicken dinner. Now eat me like one, dammit.”
He laughs, tracing a path with the cherry up my slit and back down. “You are so impatient.”
“Well, this doesn’t feel good. I’m communicating with you about my needs. I am not happy. I want you so bad it hurts.”
He grins. I do not.
My body screams for a release. I’m fevered. Tense. Desperate for him to put his mouth on me.
I reach for my clit, but he snatches my wrist well before I get anywhere near my destination. With my hand in his, his eyes glued to mine, he holds the cherry up in the air.
Holy shit.
He drops the fruit into his mouth and smiles.
“If you don’t do something soon, I’m going to do it myself,” I say.
“Not sure how you’re going to do that since I’m in control here. Also, as much as I would love watching you get yourself off, that’s my job.”
Just as I’m about to protest, he spreads my thighs wider. Once I’m completely open to him, he buries his face between my legs.
I yell, my head hitting the table as I fall back, succumbing to the intensity of his face against my throbbing clit.
He licks and sucks, flicking my pulsing nub like I did his cock earlier.
“Nate!” I almost scream. “Damn!”
I need a release. I need it so bad that I’m desperate.
His tongue flattens against me, allowing me to grind against his mouth.
“This feels so fucking good,” I say through clenched teeth. “I’m going to come on your face.”
He chuckles, shoving two thick fingers inside me.
“Fuck!” I scream.
The pressure in my undoing.
He twists and pulls his fingers from my body, continuing to thrust over and over as my orgasm crashes over me.
I grab his head and hold it in place as he licks, kisses, and brings me back to earth.
I sag as he removes his fingers and pulls his face back. His mouth and cheeks glisten, coated with my wetness. If he’s bothered by it, I wouldn’t know. The grin on his lips says otherwise.
“That was a good cherry too.” He winks at me. “Was that good for you?”
“Yes,” I mutter, too depleted to say anything else.
He chuckles, wiping his face with a napkin. “You’re not done yet.”
I lift my head and look at him like he’s crazy. “No. I am.”
He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. My legs are weak, my knees wobbling as I find the balance that I lost somewhere between the cherry and his tongue.
“You wanted to be fucked. I’m fucking you now.”
I jam my thumb over my shoulder. “But …”
His grin is wicked and devilish. “That was foreplay.
“Nate …”
He guides me to a bench by the dartboard. “Bend over, ass up.”
He can’t be serious. But when I look at him, he is. Very.
His cock in hand, already hard, he’s rolling a condom over his length. Where did that come from?
He grips my waist and positions me over the bench. The leather is cold against my stomach. My eyes are so heavy I close them.
I feel Nate come up behind me. I feel him spread my legs with his foot. I feel his hand on my ass, caressing the cheek.
Then I feel him.
The head of his cock parts me open. His hand comes down hard on my behind just as he thrusts deep inside me.
“Shit!” I yelp, fully awake.
He pulls back and then presses in long and hard.
The sensation is intense. It’s hard and hot and burns in a way that I know I’ll now crave.
There is no ease, no gentleness—no getting me used to him. He takes me in an animalistic way. Dominant.
He grips my hip so hard that his fingers bite into my skin, and I wonder if his prints will be there in the morning.
“I like it!” I shout. “Oh, fuck.”
I squeal as he takes me even harder, winding his hand through my hair and tugging backward. My throat is flexed, totally exposed, and for some reason, that makes me feel even more vulnerable.
His balls hit my clit as he finds the tempo that works for him.
It hurts to swallow. It hurts to yell. His balls smacking against my clit burns like hell.
“Fuck,” he moans, thrusting as far as I’ve ever taken him. His body shakes behind mine as his cock pulses another orgasm. I squeeze him as I find mine.