Sweet Justice

"Sit up, sweetheart."

I did as he bid and moved to sit in the middle of the bed. Wiley sat on the side and opened the jar. "Here, dip your fingers in."

I slipped two fingers into the cool, slippery substance and held them up.

"Rub your fingers over your nipple."

I looked down at my tight tips and took it between my slick digits. "Oh," I gasped.

Glancing up at Wiley, he was grinning, dipping his own fingers into the ointment. "Rub it in, make that nipple nice and slick. Good. Now dip the fingers from your other hand in and do the same with your other nipple."

I complied readily, soon playing with my slippery little nubs. It was so different than touching them when they were dry. Now, my fingers slipped right over the sensitive flesh.

"See how that lubricant feels? That's what it's going to be like when my fingers and cock are on your ass, slipping inside."

He took his shirt from the floor and wiped first one of my hands, then the other so they weren't so slick.

"Up on your knees and grab hold of the headboard."

I moved into position and looked over my shoulder at him. He came up onto his knees behind me, scooped up my long hair and slipped it over my shoulder, then caressed down the line of my spine. Goose flesh rose on my arms and I shivered at the light contact.

Instead of sliding his hand back up again, he dipped it directly between the part in my bottom to brush over my back entrance. His touch was cool and slick.

He moved even closer so that I felt his warm back against mine, the hairs on his chest tickling me. Kisses were pressed into the line of my shoulder.

As his finger began to circle and rim my entrance, his other hand cupped my breast, playing with the distended, glistening tip.

The combination was very intense, the ointment provided a different level of sensation. I tilted my head back so it rested against his shoulder, my fingers barely holding onto the metalwork of the headboard.

Wiley pinched my nipple and I gasped. Right then, he forged ahead with his finger in my ass and was able to push past my fighting ring of muscle. I groaned at the feel of being stretched open. It burned slightly, but the ointment made his finger so slippery that it was able to slide in effortlessly.

"There." Wiley gently bit the tendon where my neck joined my shoulder, which had me jolting and clenching down on his fingertip.

"Oh!" I cried out. Relaxing allowed him to move in further, but clenching down had little bursts of heat course through me. My skin was slick with sweat, the ache in my pussy only intensifying because Wiley was completely neglecting it. My pussy felt empty and my clit pulsed with unfulfilled need.

Wiley started to move his finger, in and out, as if offering up a demonstration of what his cock would do there very soon. He slid in deeper and deeper until his finger was in all the way and his other fingers brushed over the entrance to my pussy and my clit. "Yes, please, Wiley."

"You need to come?"

I nodded my head against his shoulder, licked my lips.

"You need to come with my finger in your ass?"

"Yes!"

"Good girl." He expertly worked my clit and it didn't take more than a second or two to come, for he'd primed me well. It took just a simple touch and I was screaming, no doubt every hotel guest knew what we were up to, but I didn't care.

I didn't care about anything but how Wiley made me feel. He knew what would please me; in less than a week he was an expert on my body. As Wiley's fingers plucked at my nipple, I clenched down again and again on his finger buried within me. It felt so good, that after the pleasure ebbed, I wanted more.

His finger stilled within me and his hand moved away from my breast.

"Let go of the headboard, sweetheart, and put your head on the pillow, ass in the air."

My grip was so damp I was relieved to let go. The pillow felt cool beneath my cheek and I sighed in this comfortable position, although his finger was still deep within me.

I watched as Wiley grabbed the base of his cock and lined himself up with my pussy, the blunt head nudging at my entrance.

"Let's get you all ready for me," he murmured, sinking into me slowly, yet surely. It was a tight fit with both his cock and finger inside. I was more than ready for him, my pussy dripping with my need.