His pleasure and mine.
There’s no escaping him now. My stranger has got me totally within his control.
And I don’t want to escape. This is exactly where I’m meant to be…for tonight.5
AARONI slide off the bed and take my time to move until I’m behind her; this beautiful girl that looked at me with sad doe eyes in the bar downstairs. Those wide eyes follow me now, the long column of her neck straining to keep me in her line of sight.
God, she looks good. My cock is hard enough to cut diamonds, the pressure in my balls ordering me to get on with it, but I don’t. Rushing is no fun. When you’re served the finest food, you don’t wolf it down. You savor it slowly, using all your senses to appreciate it. That’s how I feel about this girl. With her body stretched out, I can tell that she’s young. Everything about her is tight and smooth. There must be ten years between us, which feels just about okay. I’m not a guy with a kink for much younger women but I can certainly appreciate this one.
The conference today was boring, but I had to attend and network. Even in my position, a person has to do some tasks that they don’t relish. Meeting my pretty stranger has made all the tediousness of the day worthwhile.
She’s British, and that accent is like a tongue on my cock. Everything about her is neat and buttoned up. I just love the idea that I’m going to make her come apart.
I gaze languidly around the room, taking my time to build the anticipation. I can’t imagine how she must be feeling but the flicker of her pulse in her neck tells me her heart is skittering.
Is it nerves or anticipation, fear or arousal? Or maybe it’s a heady mix of all of those emotions. She has nothing to fear from me, or maybe she does? Maybe she’s looking for love through sex. A lot of women do that, but they will always be disappointed.
Love isn’t something I think about.
Fucking is something I think about a lot.
My gaze trails over the stack of papers that rest on the nightstand, and something catches my eye. The company name is one I’m familiar with. Interesting that she placed them there as nighttime reading. It seems my pick-up is a diligent hard worker. To the side is her passport, which I pick up and open. Her picture is sweet, from four years earlier when the passport was issued. I check out her birthdate. There’s nine years between us, but in a way it feels like more. “Nicole,” I say aloud, and she nods, wide-eyed. Everything about her seems so innocent. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”
Her legs begin to tremble with anticipation, her knuckles whitening as she grips her ankles tightly. Anticipation is tipping over into frustration for little Nicole, but I’m still in no hurry at all.
Her eyes meet mine and I smirk, leaning forward to pinch one of her nipples, running my finger from her breastbone, up the slope of her extended throat before pushing it into her mouth. “You look so fucking good like this,” I say, gently easing my finger in and out as she sucks on it like a lollipop. I know what she’s thinking about because I’m thinking about it too.
I walk around the bed again, coming to a standstill next to her feet. “Wider,” I order, gazing at her pussy again, and Nicole spreads herself open, her labia parting like a pretty pink rose bud opening in the sun. “That’s it. Open yourself up for me. I want to see everything. I want to see where I’m going to push inside.” I lower my face, breathing her in again, my lips teasing at her before my tongue dips into her opening, making her writhe with pleasure. I probe at her, the hard tip of my tongue flicking at her clit then circling until she’s trembling and mindless, pulling at her restraints. “I know how much you want to come.”
God, my own filthy talk makes my cock throb. Sex is so much more about the physical to men, but I’ve learned that women need more than just touch. If you want to make them come, you have to fuck their minds as well as their bodies. Words delivered in a low voice, as smooth as liquid chocolate, stroke places that no finger or cock can reach.
I bet she feels dirty for getting turned on by the way I talk but I know she can’t help the way my words slip inside her mind and lick their way through her. What arouses us isn’t something we can choose.
The things I want to do to the girl. New things. Shocking things. Things I’ve never done before. The more she looks at me with those eyes filled with trepidation, the worse my thoughts become.