Lip Service (Pleasure Chest 1)

My own voice is rough, from her pleasure and mine and wanting more. “I’m glad you thought so. I’ve never taken a class in how to eat pussy.”

I watch her cheeks go pink,

and smile at how easy her skin changes. “You don’t need to,” she says.

“Speaking of classes,” I say, picking up the dildo from where I left it on the bed and bringing it up to show her. “I want to know something.”

She’s eyeing the Mustang in my hand, and I wonder what she’s thinking. I wonder if she’s remembering what she did with it after she left the class, the same way I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about her.

“Did you use this to imagine me?”

Her cheeks aren’t pink anymore, they’ve blossomed into a flaming red. But all the same she locks eyes with me, and she says, “Yes.”

My cock goes fully hard again at the fact that she thought about me. I move the dildo down, fit it against her pussy, slide it in. She’s still so wet that it goes in easily, and she gasps, her back arching. It’s a gorgeous sight. “Did you fuck yourself with it, thinking it was me?”

“Yes,” she says immediately.

I pull the dildo back, almost all the way, and push it back in to the hilt, the suction cup almost flush with her skin. She gasps again, and her eyes flutter closed. I lean in, pressing my lips to her ear. “Did you come?”

She shudders as I thrust the Mustang in again. “Yes.”

I fuck her slowly with the toy, using it to warm her up. I lied a little bit when I said this toy was my size. I know I’m bigger, but I wanted to see her blush. “Do you want to know what the real thing feels like?”

Her eyes snap open, and I kiss her, pressing the dildo deep, holding it in place. She nods as I kiss her, and I pull the toy out of her pussy. I bring it up to her mouth. “Taste yourself,” I say softly, and she does. She opens her mouth and lets me put the toy inside. She sucks it down, and my cock is aching it’s so hard. Seeing her taste her wetness on this toy is almost as hot as seeing my cock in her mouth. A shock so raw goes through me, I know I can’t wait anymore to actually be inside her.

I grab a condom from my wallet and put it on, fitting myself between her legs. I press inside her, and I can’t stop a moan as I sink into her heat. I was right, her cunt hugging my cock is the by far the best thing its ever felt. Her gaze goes glassy as I push in to the hilt. “Mayra.” She looks at me, and the look of pleasure on her face sends triumph roaring through my system. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” she says. “More than good.”

Keeping my cock all the way inside her, I lean down to her lips. “Don’t hold back,” I say, between kissing her. “I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you say my name.”

I pull out, and thrust back in, and it feels like heaven. I pull away from her, and I start moving inside her. I roll my hips against her, making sure I touch her already sensitive clit. I try to go slow, to draw out the feelings, and it’s sweet torture. I feel a hand on my chest, and I realize I’ve closed my eyes. Mayra is looking up at me, and she’s smiling. She wraps her legs around my waist, and pulls me closer. “My vagina isn’t made of glass,” she says, echoing my words from yesterday. “You can give it a good pounding.”

“Mayra—”

She thrusts her hips into mine, and I stop speaking. “Fuck me,” she says.

How can I say no to that? I lace my fingers with hers, holding her hands against the bed, and I fuck her.

9

Mayra

The first time Philip entered me, I thought I saw stars. I was wrong. Now that he’s actually fucking me, I’m seeing galaxies.

He feels so much bigger than that dildo, and even though that little toy gave me the best orgasm of my life, I have a feeling it’s about to get beat out by Philip’s cock. I lock my ankles behind his back, forcing him deeper into me. Every stroke fills me up to the brim, and I feel deliciously stretched, the fiction setting off a wildfire of pleasure inside. Another orgasm is building inside me, and I’m not ready for it. I haven’t even recovered from the last one. But Philip isn’t going to stop, and I don’t want him to.

Sex has never felt this good—nothing has ever felt this good. And there’s a part of my brain that wonders if I was never bad at sex, that I had just never encountered someone that truly aroused me. And if that’s true, then there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m still not totally convinced, but I know I’m going to think about it later. Right now I can’t think because the way Philip is moving inside me doesn’t let me think about anything but the pleasure radiating through me.

The tip of his cock is striking a place deep inside me that’s making me shiver. I never even knew that place existed, but he found it and now it’s screaming his name. Sounds are working themselves up from inside me, and I fight to keep them inside out of instinct. He can’t hear me, how much I feel. It’s too much, too good, oh god.

A moan escapes me, and I hear Philip curse. I’m on the very edge of another orgasm, and I don’t know how much longer I can last. I pull his face to mine, crushing his lips, breathing him in. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and force his body against mine. I’m craving his skin and I want him everywhere. The added contact makes him brush against my clit and my orgasm rolls over me like a wave. I gasp, and his tongue plunges into my mouth. The taste of me is still on his tongue, and I love that. My back arches off the bed, my body’s attempt to take him deeper inside.

The pleasure has peaked, but unlike a normal wave, it hasn’t subsided. I’m swept away in the high of pleasure, floating on this bright sea. If I could, I would exist forever in this moment—exquisite pleasure sizzling through my nerves. My body goes slack, and I feel Philip’s hands on my body. He runs his hands down my sides, curls them under my back, tilts my hips up so he has a better angle for his thrusts. I’m still in the hazy aftermath of orgasm, and I’m perfectly happy to have him inside me. It feels good, and I savor the feeling of being full. It feels like a balm after weeks of feeling utterly empty.

Something touches my over-sensitive clit, and my eyes fly open to find Philip grinning. He brushes his thumb over me again, and I don’t recognize the sound that comes out of me as my own voice. He does it again, and I feel a fierce bolt of pleasure. I shake my head, it’s too much too soon. I’ve never had this many orgasms in such a short time. I don’t think my body can do it. Philip slows down his pace, instead focusing on my clit. “I said don’t hold back.” His voice is deep, and it draws me to those eyes. I could get lost in their color.

“I’m not.”

“You are,” he says, squeezing my clit between two fingers, “Let me hear you.” He thrusts into me, and stays. I can feel the skin of his thighs pressed against mine, and this feeling of fullness, of closeness, it’s almost too much.

A finger circling my clit. I groan, “I can’t come again.”

Another thrust, another circle. “You can,” his eyes don’t leave mine. “And you will.”

He starts to thrust again at full speed, and his fingers don’t leave my clit. My nerves are overwhelmed, and I cry out, my voice echoing around the room. I clamp my mouth shut, only to hear Philip’s voice in my ear. “Let it out. Let me hear you.”

I’m drowning in sensation—friction and fullness and bursting fireworks, all spinning through me and making me dizzy. He doesn’t stop and I curse because I don’t want him to stop. What felt like too much a moment is suddenly everything I want. My hands are grabbing the blankets, and I’m begging him to make me come, because this orgasm is bigger than the ones before. I can feel it coming, a wave like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Philip slams deep inside me, and I recognize his frenzy—he’s close too.

With a sudden burst of speed, Philip drives me over the edge. I hear myself scream, the orgasm roaring in my ears as I come. My pussy contracts, squeezing his cock and I feel him come too, hear him groaning as he empties himself. I go blind with the pleasure rushing through my body, able only to feel. The muscles of my body are shaking, every nerve alive and feeling, an earthquake only my body can feel.

The high passes slowly, and I come back into my body. Philip is beside me now, and I’m lying on his ch

est. I don’t remember getting there, but I don’t care. My body feels limp—wrung out and exhausted with pleasure. I feel Philip’s chest rise and fall beneath my head, and I take the little energy I have to run my fingers along his stomach. He didn’t give me a chance to admire him when he stripped, but he’s just as gorgeous as I thought he would be. The kind of body being a soldier and a rock climber will give you. I like how solid it is.

I close my eyes, and a sudden wave of tiredness rolls over me. I remember I didn’t sleep well because I was thinking about this moment, and now that it’s here the temptation to sleep is great. But I don’t want to sleep, because I need to know if it was good for him. I need to know what he thought about it. His chest starts to vibrate, and I realize he’s laughing. A sinking feeling seeps into my gut. “What’s so funny?” I ask, my voice smaller than I would like.

He edges out from underneath me, instead propping himself up on his elbow beside me. “I was just wondering why on earth you went to a sex class. Don’t get me wrong—I’m glad you did or this wouldn’t have happened, but why?”

“What do you mean?” I shake my head a little. The question pops into my head again, maybe I wasn’t good at sex before because I’d never actually had good sex. But I want to hear what he means.

He laughs again. “Well you certainly don’t need any tips when it comes to sex. Or blowjobs.” He presses his lips against my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

I blush, a warmth spreading through my stomach, and he chuckles again. “I’m glad you liked it,” I say.

“Are you going to tell me why you left?” His hand is on my hip, drawing lazy circles, and I like the way it feels.