Lip Service (Pleasure Chest 1)

I know exactly what I want to do, though I’m not sure if she’ll agree with me. “Maybe we should find some chocolate,” I say in her ear as we walk to my car.

To my surprise, she doesn’t laugh. She looks up at me. “I’m not sure I’m ready for chocolate.”

“But?”

I ask, and she doesn’t answer. Instead she leans back against my car, grabbing my shirt and pulling me to her. She kisses me, and my arousal soars. This isn’t a kiss you give someone if you don’t want to fuck them. He tits are pressed against my chest, and I love the feel of them. I slide my hands down to her ass, squeezing it, dragging her hips against me and my cock.

She pulls away, breathing heavily. “Get in the car.”

I unlock the door, and I pull her inside the car with me. I’ve never been so grateful that the back seat of my car has a lot of room. “I haven’t done this in a long time,” I say.

She’s grinning. “Me either.”

She kisses me again, and I manage to ask her between kisses, “Are you sure you don’t want to go back to my place?”

“I don’t want to wait for that,” she says, and her voice is breathy.

She climbs on top of me, and I pull her hips down onto my cock, so she can feel exactly how hard I am. Just how badly I want her. “You are so fucking hot,” I tell her. Her lips on mine is the only response I get. I laugh against her lips. “This position feels familiar.”

“It’s going to have a different ending,” she says.

“Oh?”

“Yes.” She reaches between us, undoing my pants, and freeing my cock. She grips me, stroking me, taking the condom from my hand and rolling it on. We struggle in our position to get her pants down, and her frustration is hot. I’m overwhelmed by how much she wants this, and when she lowers herself onto me, it’s fucking amazing. I groan, and I thrust up into her. She squeezes down on my cock, and I think I might come far more quickly than I want to. I don’t want this to end.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, Mayra rolls her hips on me. It feels so good, and if she continues that way I’m going to burst. I put my hands on her hips, holding her still. “Not so fast,” I say. She tries to move again but I don’t let her. “I want to test my theory.”

She pulls back, glaring at me, “You want to talk about a theory? Now?” She thrusts her hips again, and struggling against my hands, and I keep her pinned on my cock. The way she’s writhing makes my eyes want to roll back in my head.

“My theory that you can definitely have more than four orgasms in one day,” I say.

“Fuck me and we’ll find out.” Her voice is rough, desperate.

I let go of one hand, and reach it down between us, wetting myself with her juices before finding her clit. The little bundle of nerves is so swollen that I barely have to touch it for her to respond. Her head falls back and she gasps. I press my thumb hard against her clit, circling and grinding.

“Look at me, Mayra,” I say. She doesn’t, too lost in the feeling, and I work my other hand into her hair. I pull her face to mine, make sure we’re eye to eye. I don’t stop working her clit, and her mouth is open in a silent cry. She’s looking at me, but I know that she’s not seeing me, blind on the edge of her orgasm. Her breath is coming in shirt grasps, and I don’t let her clit breathe. She’s close. “Come for me,” I say, and I feel her muscles lock down. Her pussy spasms around me, and I grit my teeth to keep myself from coming right then and there.

She falls forward onto my shoulder, limp in the aftermath. “That’s five,” I say.

“You’re going to kill me,” she says into my shirt.

I smile as I move my hands back to her hips. “I don’t think anyone has ever died from too many orgasms.”

“Anything is possible.”

“Including you coming again,” I say, and I pull out of her to slam back in. She cries out into my shoulder, and whatever self-control I thought I had left disappears. Holding her hips steady, I start a furious rhythm, pounding up into her. Her fingers dig into my arms as I fuck her, and I can feel her breath on my neck.

“Philip,” she says. It sounds like half a moan, half a prayer, and my name on her lips is the best thing I’ve heard all day.

I can feel her start to shake as she starts to come. Her body forced over the edge so close on the heels of her last orgasm. I thrust into her once, and again, letting myself go. She bites into my shoulder as she goes over the edge with me, her moaning pulling even more pleasure out of me. My orgasm is bright lightning shooting through my cock, spreading through my spine and making me dizzy.

We sit settled together, both our chests fighting for air. The windows of the car have fogged up because as hot as it is outside, we’re even hotter. If anyone walks by, there won’t be a question about what we’re doing. I pull her back gently so I can look at her. Her face is red, glistening with sweat. “Six,” I say, giving her a smirk.

“Fine,” she says, still breathless. “You win.”

“I think we both won there.”

Mayra starts to laugh, and I love the freedom in the sound. She pulls herself off me and rearranges her clothes while I clean myself up. We squeeze ourselves into the front seats, and I drive her home. I can’t seem to keep my hands off her, even while driving. I touch her hand, her thigh, I even try for higher near her pussy and she playfully slaps my hand away. Finally, I settle for just her hand. Lacing our fingers together feels natural. Her hands are so much smaller than mine, but it works.

We don’t say much on the drive back, the atmosphere still charged with our sex and all the things we said. When we reach her house, I get out with her. I walk her to the stairs, where she perches one step up. It brings us closer to the same height.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” I ask.

“At the class?”

“Yeah.”

She makes an exaggerated face like she’s thinking about it. “I don’t know. You said I didn’t really need the classes.”

“That’s true, I did say that.” I take a step closer. “But who knows, you might meet someone interesting.”

“Well, in that case—”

I cut her off by kissing her, and she leans into me. I could spend a long time kissing her and be perfectly content. I pull away, feeling a pang of satisfaction as her body drifts after mine, like it’s night quite ready for me to leave. “In that case,” I say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I watch her go all the way into her house before I leave.

13

Mayra

I make sure to take the dildo with me to the class. I know I can’t give it back, given how many time it’s been inside of me, but at least I can pay for it. Luckily for me, the same handsome Asian man is working the front of the store. I figure I can’t embarrass myself any more than I already did.

He looks up when I reach the counter. “You came back. Good. The first time is always the hardest.”

“That’s definitely true,” I say, grinning at the innuendo. “I need to pay for something…I accidentally walked out of the store with one of the test toys after the class on Friday.”

“Which one?”

I look down at my hands, avoiding looking him in the face. “The Vixen Mustang.”

“Good choice, girl,” he says. “Not a problem, I’ll ring it up for you. Just promise me you enjoyed it.”

I look up to him flashing me a blinding smile, and I figure there’s no harm in it. “You could definitely say that.”

“Then it’s all good.”

He rings me up for the sale, and I thank him. I didn’t even have to take the dildo out of my bag to prove it, which was nice.

People are already gathering in the curtained area for the class, and I’m heading over to find my seat when Philip intercepts me. He pulls me quickly around the curtains and back into the stockroom. “What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I had an idea on Friday, that if you hadn’t left we might have ended up back here. I thought about exactly what I would do to you between these shelves.”

He presses me against the wall, kissing me in that insane way that makes me want to rip his clothes off. I reluctantly pull my lips away from his, “Aren’t you about to teach the class that all those people out there are waiting for?”

“I’d skip it for this,” he says, voic

e low and rough.

I let him press me against the wall, and I get carried away in the sensation of his body against mine. It hasn’t even been a day since I last tasted him, and somehow it seems like I’ve missed the taste. I run my hands down his chest, and I can feel the strength hidden beneath his clothes. I want him naked again, but not here. Not now. Even though his kisses are like a drug I never want to come off of, I manage to separate us. “There are even more people here then on Friday. You have to go out there.”

“And this?” he asks, moving his hips against mine so I can feel the rigid line of his cock.

I try to stop the grin on my face and I can’t. “Later.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he says, planting a final kiss on me.

I head for the door before he can pull me back and convince me to stay in this room forever, naked and fucking. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I say as I get to the door. I don’t stay to see his reaction. Instead I head into the class area and take my seat, this time further towards the back. I wasn’t lying, there are far more women here this time, and I have no doubt that it’s because the women from the first class—who are all here—told their friends about the smoking hot substitute teacher.

The brunette sits in the front row again, with a shirt that’s noticeably more revealing than what she wore last time. I feel a pang of nervousness. She’s gorgeous, and right there in the front row. I just made out with him and turned him on. What if he sees what she’s wearing and decides he likes it? Should I move up there?

I don’t have a chance to decide, because Philip walks into the class, and there’s a collective gasp from all the women in the room—especially the new ones. There’s practically cheers as he turns around to work on flipping through the easel and illustrations. He knows what he’s doing too, because when he turns he looks straight at me and winks. The women around me sigh, thinking he might be winking at them, but I know it’s for me.

I can hear the whispers around me now, and I’m regretting sitting in the back of the class. There are comments on everything, from how hot he is to how great his ass looks. How they want to practice this class on him and let him lick every inch of their bodies. As Philip teaches, their words sink under my skin. Christa said he’d been with his fair share of women. I’m not stupid, I know what that means, and I know that having some fun for the last couple of days doesn’t make us exclusive. And there is a room full of willing women here ready to fuck him the second he even hints at yes.