One Wright Stand

I couldn’t even deny it. He’d done exactly that.

“Now is it my turn?” I asked, coming back to myself.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I drew down his boxers and took his dick in my hand. He was somehow even bigger than when I’d first held him, and pre-cum dripped from the head. Going down on me had turned him on, and I wasn’t going to waste the subsequent reaction.

I returned to my knees and licked the bead off of the tip of him. He groaned at the first lave of my tongue against him, and I was just getting started. I put the tip of him to my mouth and gradually took the rest of him all the way in.

His hand settled in my hair, holding me in place for the span of a second. “Fuck yes, Annie.”

I slowly dragged backward and then took him in again. My tongue rolled around the head, and he shuddered with pleasure. I could taste the tangy saltiness of him as I worked him impossibly bigger.

Suddenly, his fist halted me. “As much as I want to watch you suck me off,” he said with great strain, “I want to fuck you.”

I stroked his cock as I looked up into his eyes. My heart rate was elevated, and hearing him say he wanted to fuck me was a turn-on like nothing else.

“I want to finish.”

“I want you to finish,” he assured me as he helped me to my feet. “I want to do this more.”

He turned me around and bent me over the side of the bed. I moaned as he spread my feet wider, baring me for his display. He stroked his fingers back through my wetness. I’d never felt so…exposed. And still, I was so wet that it was dripping down the sides of my legs. I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

Between his dirty talk and the command in all of his gestures and the way he took control of the situation, I was a goner. I might have been the aggressor to begin with, but he had me now.

He gripped my cheeks tightly and spread them apart. I clenched all over. The waiting was sweet torture. He could have shoved right in me, and I would have taken it with pleasure. Instead, he teased me, dropping his hands back to my inner thighs and running them achingly slow up to my pussy, where he fingered me until I thought I might come again.

“Jordan, please…”

I heard the crinkle of material behind me. Good thing he was thinking ahead. My brain had short-circuited.

The head of his cock settled against my opening. I pushed back, wanting him inside of me more than anything in existence at that moment. But he held me firmly with hands on my hips to keep me from moving and settled himself at my opening.

He pushed in, and I sighed with relief when he seated himself all the way in. So deep that I could barely breathe. A slight mix of pain and pleasure heating me through.

“God, you feel so good,” he said, dragging a hand down my back.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Then he pulled out, and it felt nearly as good as going in. Like sweet relief. Then emptiness. And I didn’t want emptiness. I wanted to be full. Full like I’d never been before in my life.

And then he thrust in so deep and hard that I saw stars. It was uncomfortable and somehow perfect. It was exactly what I’d always wanted.

We were both so close from the foreplay that I could feel myself on the edge of the abyss. My hands gripped the comforter. His held my hips steady, so he could continue to pound into me. I clenched my jaw and buried my face in the mattress. The sensations too raw, too real. My body tightened and tightened and tightened until it felt like a dam ready to burst at any second.

“Oh God,” I cried.

Then I lost it. I came apart with him buried deep inside of me. I couldn’t control the sounds of my shouts or the arch of my back or the vise grip I now had on his cock.

“Fuck.” He thrust in me one last time before following up my orgasm with a roar so loud that my neighbors probably heard.

And I couldn’t even seem to care.

Not one bit.

Not while he was still inside of me.

Not while I was lying, panting, on the bed.

Not when I’d had the best sex of my entire life.

Jordan finally withdrew. I rolled over and crawled on top of the bed, collapsing in a heap. He tossed the condom and then came to lie next to me.

Our breathing was ragged. Our arms splayed out. Our bodies recovering from the intense orgasms.

I rolled my head to the side to look back into those dark eyes. He was already looking at me. An expression like I was a siren who had bewitched him.