Long Ball(56)

Coming hard made me surprisingly weak, I discover, when I get to my knees and crawl the short distance to him on shaky legs, taking his hands and accepting his help, maneuvering into place on top of him, knees bracketing his hips. Being spread open like this in full light would normally make me want to dive for the blanket, but Dylan never looks away from my eyes.

Instead of awkward, I feel incredibly sexy and in charge. I’m up here naked and exposed, flaws and all, but he can’t tear his eyes off me. I still don’t know what I’m doing, and I look down at him, pleading.

He reassures me. "I'll teach you. Remember?”

I nod. Fumbling, I reach for his cock. His hand meets mine there and he helps me position him just right at my wet slit. I let go and place my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself, and while I do, he runs his cock up and down my crease a few times. The contact against my still sensitive clit sends aftershocks through my body, and my nails dig into his skin.

Dylan’s eyes half-close and his hands move to my breasts as I sink down onto his cock, working my hips to impale myself as it stretches me from inside in a delicious way that tightens my nipples beneath his palms.

He feels so good. So amazing.

I need this, I think. I need this memory of this man on this night to last me through the boring, responsible times ahead.

No regrets.

Uncertain at first, I experiment with my motions, rocking up and down until I find the motion that feels the best and makes us both moan. His hands slide down to grip my hips and guide me in an undulating pattern that rubs his tip against a place so deep inside me it almost hurts.

Something else I never tried but always wanted to? Talking a little dirty. Which, for me, means talking at all. Usually I’m silent through sex. I rake my nails down his chest and move a little faster. “You feel amazing inside me.” I feel like an idiot, but keep going. “So hard, and thick. How does that feel for you, Dylan?” That sounded terribly stiff, and I flush as much from humiliation as exertion, but he bites his lip and digs his fingers into my flesh.

“So f*cking good. Mmm you’re so tight, and warm, and wet.”

Wow. “What else?”

“Your *’s grabbing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go. Turn around, I want to see that tight ass.”

This is new. I stop and swivel around, feeling less awkward when his cock is back inside me rubbing new places. Not being able to see his face makes this feel more detached, like I’m using his body for my own pleasure.

“Lean forward and work that ass.”

I do as he says and swivel my hips, hoping the show he sees is as good as he feels, losing myself in the rhythm for a few minutes.

“Christ that’s hot. You’ve got the most adorable dimples on your lower back. I can’t, I need to f*ck you. Get up on your knees.”

His hand slaps my ass and I yelp in surprise—and delight?—and get off him. My * throbs in protest at the sudden emptiness, but he yanks me to the edge of the bed on my knees, stands, and shoves himself back inside so hard I cry out and brace my arms to push back against him because hard is good.

Dylan starts pounding into me so hard that each thrusts makes a loud slap of skin on skin and yes,yes,yes.

His balls slap against my clit and I spread wider, pleasure uncoiling in my lower belly at how f*cking good that feels.

He reaches around me, seizing one of my breasts, pinching my nipple. My * tightens around him. I had no idea I liked it rough. But damn, do I like it.

He f*cks me until my hips ache and I collapse on the bed, not wanting him to stop. Dylan grabs my hair and firmly pulls, steadily increasing pressure until I rear up pressing my back to his front and he takes both of my breasts. “Rub your clit for me, baby. My hands are full.”

I’ve never done that in front of someone before, but my hands can’t obey fast enough, fingers frantically circling the swollen nub of flesh while he pounds into me from behind, kneading my breasts and stimulating my nipples.

It’s too much.

It’s just right.

I come viciously with a silent scream, unable to even exhale beneath the onslaught of sensations. Wave after wave crashes through me, and I shake with the intensity of it. Dylan’s teeth graze my neck and he shudders inside me a moment later, dragging himself slowly in and out, milking the moment for all it’s worth. Pulling me close, cock still buried inside me, he lies us down and curls around my body, nuzzling my neck as our breathing evens out.





4





I can’t believe I did it.

I had sex—amazing sex—with a stranger.

My muscles have never been this languid, and yet I’m energized. Parts of me are sore, deliciously aching, and yet I could go again. I trace my slightly tender lips. How did he get me to do all those things? I laugh silently, once. Like an orgasm fueled wind-up doll, he turned and turned me on and that was it, my mind was gone, worries were gone, all that was left was my body.

A body he made feel—

“That was amazing.” His husky voice breaks the silence a few seconds later.

I’m glad my goofy grin is safely out of his line of vision with him behind me. “Mmm, it was.”

He pulls out of me, making my hips twitch from the unexpected but pleasant sensation. He sits up and kisses my shoulder. “I’ll be right back. I’ve got to take care of this.”