If this room isn’t soundproof, the rest of the VIPs are about to get an earful, because I’m not a quiet fuck, and we’re not remotely finished. “There it is,” he murmurs, lips pressed to my skin. He keeps licking and fucking me with his hand, and my legs are shaking with the pleasure he’s forcing through me.
I groan, low and long, as the orgasm recedes, and I’m left completely spent and sated. He grins up at me from between my legs, deliberately licking his lips, and his chin is glistening. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Pretty generous for a guy I just met in a bar,” I say, still breathless. “Most guys would jump ahead to the end.”
There’s a spark in his eyes, but his face is serious. “With me, women finish first. No exceptions.”
Thank fuck his fingers aren’t still inside me because he would have felt the way my pussy clenched at those words.
I picked a good one.
“Your turn,” I say. “I need to see that ass.”
Grinning, he stands and smoothly unbuttons his shirt.
“That’s not going to show me your ass.”
“Trust me,” he says, opening his shirt to show me rippling abs and that the tattoos continue up his arms and wind over his shoulders and chest. “That’s only a part of the show, and I come as a package deal.”
I think I might faint. Total cliche, but that’s actually how perfect his body is. He’s got the V that every woman is jealous of, and the kind of carved muscles that speak to hours and hours of sweat. I can only imagine the kind of sweating he gets up to.
I’m hoping that he’s about to show me just that.
If I wasn’t angling to stay anonymous, I’d ask him what he did for a living because I highly doubt that a body like that is a result of a casual membership at the YMCA.
Never taking his eyes off mine, he undoes his belt and drops his pants, stepping out of them, kicking off his shoes at the same time. It’s easy to see that he’s already hard, and not small. His cock matches the rest of him in both size and sheer hardness.
He grins as he turns and drops his underwear, giving me a perfect view of his absolutely glorious ass. It gives the term “buns of steel” an actual literal definition. My hands are twitching to touch him. Taste him.
“You’ve got your own work of art,” I say.
“Aren’t we a pair, then,” he says over his shoulder.
I can’t stand just sitting here and staring up at him, so I stand up and I finally reach out and touch him. I run my hand down his back and over each of the perfect globes of his ass. Fuck, this man in built. I run my hands down his sides and feel him tense under my fingers. By the time he turns around to face me, I’ve sunk to my knees and am face to face with his cock.
God he’s thick. The tip is already glistening with precum, and I stick out my tongue to lap it softly. I see his abs jump, and I do it again, looking for the same response. Then I pop it into my mouth, just past my lips, and suck the tip. I bob my head, giving him just a taste of what’s to come, and his already reddening head turns a darker color, smeared with my lipstick.
He groans. “Do you know how fucking hot it is to see your lipstick on my cock?”
I smile up at him. “Probably about as hot as watching someone put it there.”
“Fucking hell.”
I take him into my mouth deeper, savoring the desperate groan he makes. Holy hell, he’s big, but that’s not going to stop me. Dragging my lips along his skin, I suck him down so when I pull back there are bright streaks of color on his cock. A perfect reminder of who’s mouth is on him. I fucking love it. I dive onto his cock again and again. Loving the feeling of every inch of him passing over my tongue, and the way his hands are in my hair now, holding my head just as I’d held his minutes before. I look up at him and his eyes are shut closed now, his head tilted back. He’s starting to thrust into my mouth, and I love how he looks teetering on the edge of his self-control.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he says through gritted teeth. “Take it.”
And I do, I take him further into my mouth, and further still past the point where I’m afraid I’ll gag. But I don’t. I push on, feeling him hit the back of my throat and I keep sucking. His hips move with urgency, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing. A fresh splash of precum soaks my tongue, and I reach between my legs and palm my pussy. The heat and pressure between my legs can’t be ignored a second longer. My fingers slip through my wet folds as his cock pounds my mouth.