He makes me dizzy.
Or is that the tequila?
Whatever it is, I need more of that feeling. I was numb for so long. This can’t end now, even if I regret it in the morning.
“Do you live far from here?” I whisper into his ear while he’s licking up my throat.
Going home with a complete stranger might not be the smartest idea I’ve ever had, but I won’t, in a million years, take him to my van to have sex.
“Just down the road,” he says, stopping the trail he’s licking to lean back and look into my eyes. His hand wanders from my tit down to between my legs over my jeans, cupping me. In a husky voice, he tells me, “I think I need to try everything before I can decide if I like the taste.”
TWO
The way homefrom the bar felt much longer than the usual few minutes.
It could be because of the beautiful blonde siren I’m dying to undress.
Fiddling open the front door, we quickly kick off our shoes, and I lead her up the stairs. Then I pull her into my room. As soon as the door clicks closed, I press her against it, capturing her lips once more.
She’s fucking addictive.Every part of her is soft, and she carries the intoxicating scent of Piña Colada. I have no idea why that turns me on so much, but the aroma of coconut envelops me and, combined with her sweet whimpers while I suck on her bottom lip, makes me rock-hard.
I have to squeeze my cock for a second, needing relief from the strain against my jeans. Releasing her, I step back, pull my beanie off my head, and slip off my sweater, leaving me in only my jeans.
Her gaze fixes on my chest, she exhales softly, her mouth slightly agape, and my body burns with desire under her stare. I can’t suppress the grin as I unbuckle my belt. Pushing down my jeans and black boxers, I step out of them, my gaze never leavinghers. After discarding my socks, I stand completely bare before her, and her breath hitches.
Using my forefinger to close her open mouth gently, her beautiful hazel eyes return to mine. “Do I meet your distinguished taste?” I ask with a chuckle, and she nods eagerly, making me laugh again.
She’s adorable and still so fucking sexy.
That and the fact that I’ve never seen her before tell me she’s not from here. They don’t grow them like this here.
I grasp the hem of her sweatshirt, seeking confirmation in her gaze. She nods once more, and that’s all I need. As I lift it over her head, she quickly unclasps her pink bra, letting it drop to the floor.
Someone’s eager.
My eyes drift down to her chest, andfuck me, that’s a very pretty pair of tits. They aren’t too big, maybe a handful, perky, and her pink nipples are already peaked. I reach out, letting my thumb graze one, causing her to tremble and inhale sharply.
“I’m going to taste them too, but first, there’s something else I crave,” I mutter, still not letting go of our little game.
I go down on one knee before her, unzip her jeans, slide them down her legs, and help her step out of them. Her legs are long and toned, her skin so soft when I let my palms glide up the outside of her thighs. She’s not wearing socks, leaving her in a delicate white pair of panties. Taking a whiff, I groan at the coconut smell mixed with her arousal. My mouth waters, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
Starting at her knee, I leave a trail of kisses up her leg before I wrap my arms around her thighs and stand, making her yelp in surprise. When I reach for the light switch, she stops me.
“Can we keep the lights on?” she asks, placing her hands on my shoulders for balance.
“Fuck yes,” I agree enthusiastically. I’m so used to girls wanting the lights off that it’s become a reflex, but it would be a shame not to have this tight little body lit up perfectly.
Carrying her to the bed, I lay her down gently. My fingers eagerly hook into the waistband of her panties, and I slide them down, exposing a perfect pink little pussy.
Fuck.
“What’s your name, Siren?” I ask, climbing onto the bed and drawing her closer by the backs of her thighs, positioning my face just above her and inhaling deeply.
I think I just found my new favorite scent.
“No names, just…” she begins, but her words trail off as I run my tongue along her slit, causing her to gasp.
“That’s fine by me. I have better things to do than talk anyway,” I state, caressing her thigh on the outside while gently biting the inside of it.
