2

Elaine

I moaned softly as my back hit the door, his lips on mine as he twisted the door knob to let us in. I’d found him increasingly attractive after my fourth drink or so and had pulled him to a hidden corner on the balcony, pressing my body to his, the pores of my skin dripping with need. He’d chuckled as his tongue dug past my teeth, his large hands finding the back of my thighs, cupping them roughly to hook around his waist. I arched my back, tilting my head as his hot mouth traveled down my jaw and neck, stopping at the line between my breasts, sucking at the fair skin there. I ran my hands through his soft, blonde curls, the waves of pleasure making my legs tremble.

God, feels so good.

But he’d pulled away immediately, reaching for his back pocket and pulling out a silver key – the reflection of the balcony lights off the metal just as immaculate as his dentition which he flashed at me. My disappointment turned to one of curiosity. “Y-You have a room? In this place?”

He chuckled, the sound rich and full of pride. It felt dangerous that I was getting entangled in a mwith I didn't know anything about. But at the same time, it felt like a fun thing on a night like this. I was loosening myself up to possibilities, just as the girls wanted. “Yes, I do. Wanna check it out?”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up here with him. The room is dull, everything a pitch-black color and the tiles monochrome. I tugged off his suit roughly, undoing the tie and unbuttoning the inner light blue shirt. At the sight of his porcelain skin, my head started pounding, my brain in overdrive. I pinched his left nipple and savored the look of pleasure on his face.

I stepped up on the nipple play, running the tight, pink bud between my fingers, his blue eyes darkening, his mouth slightly opened – in wonder, in shock. I let go of his left and head for his right, teasing and turning it through my fingers, then flattened my palm on his broad chest and pushed him down on the bed on his back. Slipping out my panties very slowly, his eyes glued to my every movement, I tossed them aside, spread his legs apart, and clambered on his crotch, my hands dancing on his chest, taking his nipples between my fingers once again. He groaned, pulling his hands behind his head, and watched as I moved my waist about, dry humping his hardened cock that was leaking enough precum to ensure an easy penetration. I clamped my butt on the tip of his dick, gasping in surprise when he cupped my dangling boobs, taking them fully in his large hands. He squeezed, rubbing them against each other as I quickened my dirty dance.

Oh God, how on earth did he get me to be like this? Turned out I’d been holding myself back since the minute I grabbed him. He made being bad so… so much fun.

I bent over to capture his lips in a heated kiss, his tongue thrusting through my lips to fight with mine. I ground my butt harder against his crotch, his precum warm against my quivering entrance. “You owe me five-hundred bucks, Cherry sweetheart.” He chuckled against my lips.

I pushed my hair which was falling over my eyes. “Shut up.”

“I know a lot of ways you can pay me in kind, darling,” he whispers seductively, flipping me over in a flash and leaning back to undo his zipper. I stared with widening eyes as he pulled out his huge cock, flogging it against his palm like a screwdriver tool. Damn, what a horsey cock! He clambered on me now, stopping at my middle, his legs on either side of me and he slid his junk between my breasts. I moaned, watching the monster move like a snake on my chest, the sweaty sensation driving me insane. His eyes close in pleasure as his hands encase my breasts once more, this time around his cock. “Your tits…they’re the best I’ve ever seen. Fuck!”

I didn’t say anything, already on cloud nine.

Damn, Cora was so damn right. I’d been missing out on something huge all this while. He began to pound my chest softly, causing the bed to start rocking and I let my legs spread even further apart, my sex clenching in pleasure. I can’t take it anymore. I needed his piece of meat deep inside me. Now. Father Lord, now!

Suddenly, I burst out laughing, amused by that thought. Oh God, I was losing it here. What spell did he cast on me…? I’ve never thought of a man this way. Well, not after Pablo, to be exact.

Pablo and I dated for six years, the first man I’d ever known. Funny thing was, we didn’t meet in high school. I was such a naïve, stuck-up bitch that while the smart girls were attending parties and banging boys in the janitor's closet, I was on my own, nose stuck in every book I could find, eyes seeking out every scholarship offer on the net.

My mother was battling cancer and I had no idea who my father was, so the future was certain to an extent…schooling seemed like a far-fetched dream, yet I reached out for it, with all my might, all that I was made of. Fast forward five years later, I had a Creative Writing degree and was a chief editor in a small publishing firm downtown and Pablo Escobar walked in like the sunlight pouring in through a window, strong, powerful, entrapping my heart at just hello.

He was a rookie writer, needed heavy editing and proofreading on his debut, and in the weeks that followed, he came around the firm a lot more often and a bond I’d imagined but never thought would happen was slowly coming to reality. We went on dates, and had our first sex in the back of his Audi RS4 – He popped my cherry, and after that, we became even closer – we even visited his parents a lot of times, with him introducing me as his boss, then later, his fiancée. His Father was thrilled – a fine, huge Russian man, while his mother…was the witch who broke us up.

He told me about how she didn’t think it was right for him to get married to his boss while we were in the middle of sex one night. I pointed out that I didn’t own him forever – I was simply helping him with his debut so that didn’t add up.

He climbed off me faster than he’d gotten on, his dark eyes angry and accusatory. “Are you trying to say that my Mom doesn’t know what she’s saying?”

I sat up now, suddenly feeling ashamed of my nudity. I threw the nearest piece of clothing I could find across my chest. “Well, technically. What’s gotten into you?”

“Everything!” he bellowed, his voice ringing far into the still night. “You’ve been a lot more burden these past few weeks, bossing me around as you like.”

“Sorry if my helping out feels like I’m bossing you around. But let me remind you, without me, your book would never be nearly as good as it is right now. I put in the effort, the time – sleepless nights, trying to make it a beautiful piece because I love you so fucking much and this is how you repay me? Wow, Pablo. What was I even expecting? It’s so much like you to say this.”

“You know what? Fuck you. I’m leaving,” his voice trembled as he slid his Winnie The Pooh boxer briefs on and left without his shirt. Here’s a thing you should probably know about men like Pablo; in as much as they were their Mommy’s spoilt brats, they also had an ego the size of Africa. So, it was nothing new for him to expect me to apologize like the weak, cheap bitch he thinks I am, but when he waited weeks without hearing a word from me, he broke up with me officially through the mail.

Two weeks later, I ran into him and his new bae at a supermarket, locking lips and behaving like lovesick puppies. It was cute…but I felt hurt.

Anyways, good riddance.

“Hey,” Mr. Blue Eyes ran a finger over my left cheek, snapping me back to the present. His brows were raised in question. “Where has your mind been all this while?”

“Sorry,” I sighed and he beamed sexily, his lips like a bird swooping down on prey as they capture mine. I attacked with as much fervor as he gave, and he chuckled.

“And now I have you fully back.”

“Bastard,” I whispered against his lips. His cock slides between my wet lips now and my legs shudder. I smiled at his expertise. “So, when are you finally going to fuck me?”

He laughed into my mouth and lifted my legs over his shoulder, our eyes never leaving each other’s as he sunk his ramrod length into me. Hard. I drew in a hollow breath, my brain seconds away from combusting.

Fuck.

Holy cow!

This guy is…HUGE. My eyes bulged as my pussy adjusted slowly to his size – he’s bigger than Pablo by three inches more, which is a shame because I’d always believed that Russian men had the biggest cocks in existence. What do you expect from a girl who’d never explored men?

“Oh God, Cherry. You’re the perfect fit,” he whispered as he pulled out gently and slid home again. “So fucking perfect.”

My back arched off the bed, eyes rolling to the back of my head. This feels…too good. Slow sex had always been my breaking point and he was so damn great at it, plus his sweet endearments were blowing my mind – some of them unfamiliar to my ears because they were Spanish or something, but the way they rolled off his tongue, like honey…the sweetest kind, was enough to pass the message across.

He started pounding now, the slap of his skin against mine loud and sharp. The head of the bed hits the wall and the noise, accompanied by my sexual cries, rents the air in an offbeat melody. The party is pounding downstairs and we’re not the only ones having sex, so no one is real. “B-B-Blue…” I was saying incoherently. “Fuck!”

He placed my legs on his shoulder now, my arse slightly off the bed, and drives home even harder and faster, groaning and increasing his pace. I-I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t breathe. It felt as though he was splitting me into halves…in a good way. I writhed about on the sheets. “Oh, God. Oh, Blue. Oh, shit!”

He roared out his orgasm into my mouth, the waves shaking his shoulders hard as he spasmed, holding me tight against him, his seed filling me up to the brim. He pulled out and I squirted, my hands in his messy curls, eyes shut, the memory of this moment imprinted permanently on my brain.

He would never be easy to forget. None of this would be.

My body started to quiver, my orgasm rocking through me like a fluid – we laid silent now, our bodies covered in a bright sheen of perspiration, his arms around me and mine around his neck – holding on to the moment. Wishing for it to last forever. His mouth meets mine and he kisses me tenderly as though I was delicate like ice. “You’d make such an excellent wife, Cherry.”

I laughed and he rolled us over so I was straddling his hips. I rested my head against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat while I tried to catch my breath.

His fingers filtered through my hair idly. “Go to sleep now, Cherry.” His hand moved down my lower back, stopping at my butt and staying there. I pressed a kiss to the ribs and drifted off to a peaceful slumber.