“Drew, Drew, Drew.” His name is my mantra, my prayer. “You’re so good, oh my god, oh my god, please, please, don’t stop again, please.”
He growls his approval into my core, so I keep going because I need him to help me find that edge.
He slips another finger inside me and my back arches and, fuck, it’s so good. I say his name again, again, again, a broken chant as his fingers pump, as his tongue moves, and it can’t last, it’s too much. The wave crests and crashes and there’s just heat, just pleasure as I scream wordlessly. My body is made of fire; he’s consuming me and I love it.
He’s not done with me. As he stands again, I see his throbbing cock and know exactly what comes next as he wipes his mouth and eyes me hungrily.
“How was it?” I ask, growing bold.
“I should be asking you that,” he says as he grabs me, hoisting my legs around his waist and moving back across the room to push me against the door. “Why don’t you have a taste yourself and tell me?” His mouth is on mine, kissing me with the tang of salt. I know I’m tasting myself, and it has me thrusting against him.
“Must like it,” he whispers against my lips. “So did I. But I think you’ll like this more.”
My eyes are closed, I can’t catch my breath. Fuck, do I need his cock. I hear the rough pull of a zipper through my panting breaths, hear the soft whump of heavy denim falling to the floor as he discards his jeans followed by the tearing sound of a condom wrapper. I know my pleas have not been in vain and he's about to make good.
“You're mine,” he growls.
I shiver with anticipation just as I begin to feel what I've been wanting all along. He slides on the condom and the hot, blunt tip of his cock presses against my clit. I let out a strangled gasp at the feeling, but he gives me no quarter.
“You want this, right?” He whispers against my ear.
“Yes,” I groan.
He licks my neck, every nerve electric in sheer want. “You need to show me you really want it. Do you?” He’s sliding his cock against my clit, teasing, and fuck, fuck, I need him inside me.
“Please, Drew,” I whimper.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me." Saying it gives me a new thrill.
“Again.” He nips my earlobe, sliding his cock down to tease my entrance, so close, not close enough, it’s torture.
“Please, Drew, please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me!” I sob out, and I love how he kissing me hungrily.
I had asked, no begged him to fuck me, so he does, taking me hard and fast and I can't help it, his name escapes me in a choked sob released into his greedy mouth. He's big; the outline of his cock displayed under the blanket in his hotel had been no lie. I'm full, stretched to the brink.
Drew gives me no time to adjust to his girth, snapping his hips up again and again in an unrelenting rhythm. Pinned to the door by his thrusts, the molding digging into my skin, I am at his mercy.
This is his show, and he plays me as he will.
His thrusts slow and stop, his kiss becomes more languid, and then he slips out of me and lowers me to the ground. I stifle a whine of protest; I want to ask why when I’ve done all he asked.
His hands move up from my ass to my bare tits, and they feel like they belong there. It's delicious, but after having him inside me, after climbing towards my second peak, it's not nearly enough.
“Something wrong?” he chuckles. He's sucking and biting and words escape me again, so instead, I thrust my hand between us to grasp his cock, the condom still slick with my juices, and stroke forcefully.
Drew shucks off his shirt. I can't help my eyes sweeping his body, his sculpted chest and erect cock taunting me. Wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue, I'm about to break the intensity of his gaze when he grabs my wrist and pulls.
“Bend over.” His voice is thick as he pulls me back again to the small dining table and positions my hands on the top. I don't protest, anticipation running thick in my veins as he moves behind me, his large, warm hand resting on the small of my back. I comply readily, the need racing in tingles up my spine. It's easy to read what he wants, and the idea of him taking me like this, bent over from behind like rutting animals—it’s so filthy that I eagerly widen my stance to accommodate him. I want to feel him this way, want him to put actions to his words, and as I feel his body cover mine from behind, hot and muscled, I raise my ass higher. I need this too much not to.
“Fuck, I love your ass,” he says, smacking my ass. “Those skirts you wear drive me insane, you know that? Fuck.” Another squeeze, another slap, and I'm dizzy.
I feel him shift, his body moves closer and his cock plunges inside me suddenly and forcefully, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. He's deeper in this position. I feel overfull, and with each hard thrust he hits something that makes me sob. My body is buzzing because of him, pleasure with a dash of pain.
One hand is on my hip to keep me steady. When the second hand slides down to my swollen clit and begins to stroke, I nearly come.
I'm clenching in my pleasure, tightening around him it feels so good, and his thrusts become harder.
He starts to talk, hot and close to my ear. “You love this, don't you, love getting fucked. Tell me how much you want it or I'll stop.”
The slow slide of his cock makes me insane when I just want him hard and deep, want him to hit that spot again that makes me melt.
The filth he speaks in my ear thrills me. “I love—ah—when you fuck me!”
The hard thrust he rewards me with sends a bolt of pleasure to my belly. I push my ass back against him in my frustration and he retaliates with a bite to my shoulder, not hard, just enough to drive me wild as I push against him again.
“Fuck me—harder!” I gasp out.
The swift thrust fulfills his promise and Drew inhales sharply. His cock swells in me; he's fighting a battle to keep himself from finishing.
I'm so close, I want to come, to feel him come inside me. I move one hand from where it grips the edge of the table so hard my knuckles are pale, thinking to stroke myself, to help him bring me past the brink, but he grabs my hand before I can do more.
“You'll come when I decide," he purrs cruelly.
“Let me—ahhh—fuck—let me come!”
“So needy,” Drew says as he thumbs my clit in a circle.
Between the hard thrusts, his vigorous stroking of my clit, the filthy words I speak, and the low growl he lets out in my ear, I’m finally, finally gone, my world going hot and white with pleasure as I come on his cock in delicious waves.
Collapsing to the table as my body shakes with static and heat, I realize he's stilled behind me. He pulls out, and I wonder silently if he'd come. I didn't feel it, was that because of the condom? Maybe I was too wrapped up in my own mind numbing orgasm. I'm disappointed—I really wanted to feel him come.
“Get up.” He turns me around, hoists me onto the table top. His cock is still clearly at full mast. A wicked smirk curves on his lips as he grasps my legs and slides me further back on the table before climbing over me, resting just between my thighs.
He leans down to kiss me again, my eyes closing. His cock-head nudges at me, feeding into my pussy with ease. It doesn’t matter that I’ve just come, that I’m so spent, he’s unrelenting.
This is different, more intimate, as his body covers mine. He kisses me senseless while his hips thrust, thrust, thrust. I love the feel of him as he goes hard and deep.
He’s panting, eyes unfocused. His groan is as deep as the earth's core as he hits a spot that makes me sob. Helplessly, I tighten around him, clenching hard in my pleasure.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck you’re too tight, fuck.” He’s pulls up, only his tip inside of me.
“So good,” I moan. “It’s so good. Please, please, Drew.”
“Lucy.” The strangled way he says my name shakes my heart.
I love the way it feels, so clenched around him he has to force every thrust. I want to feel every inch
of him, want to feel him spill inside of me.
He strikes a nerve somewhere deep inside me, I’m done. My world goes dark, then light, my body shakes, and there is pleasure and pleasure and pleasure as I reach the stars.
He convulses with me, flexing as he comes, and it's all so wet and warm I can't tell if the condom is even there anymore.
Drew collapses on top of me, panting into the hollow of my neck. I feel the slick of his sweat, it reminds me of what we just did and how stupid it was. I shouldn’t have done this, shouldn’t be doing this, not with him.
And double fuck, I realize I was right—it’s too warm inside of me.
He pulls out and rolls to the side of the table, rolling off the condom. I hear him swear and want to swear myself because I see it, too. It broke. The fucking condom is torn.
I let him come inside me and the condom broke.