He stood framed in the doorway, his long lean lines enhanced by a beautifully cut suit. Charcoal gray, butterscotch-yellow tie… Holy crap, was his default setting ‘shit hot’? After that, I stopped paying attention; his eyes had me locked in a spell. I watched hotly as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and strode across the room, dropping it onto a chair as he passed. He stopped at the foot of the bed.
“Open,” he said simply, and my thighs splayed wide. Somewhere after arriving here, my body had apparently decided that he was a one-way ticket to paradise … as if my brain had no say in the matter. I tried not to turn my face away, but the intensity of his stare was too much.
“You don’t know how to pleasure yourself?” he asked. He was rolling back his shirt sleeves as if about to get down to business. What was there to say to that? I made a small squeaking sound, which turned into a sharp yelp as he grabbed both of my ankles and yanked me sharply to the edge of the bed. As I watched in amazement, he lowered himself smoothly between my thighs. And then his head sank down, and he closed his mouth over my mound, his tongue swirling over my tortured clit. It was utterly unexpected.
“Oh!” The sound was torn from me. “Oh, God!” I was certain by now my clit was twice its regular size, and when he grazed his teeth over it lightly, the feeling was almost as mind-numbing as the tiny buzzing machine from last night. He nuzzled, tugged, and then sucked sharply and I gave a shout. And then I felt a deepening pressure within as he reached for the cock and pressed lightly, twisted it inside me.
“Oh geez! Oh, fuck!” I reached for his head, my fingers tangling into his hair. The pressure inside increased, fuller…deeper. Too deep. No, not deep enough.More!“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” When did I turn into such a potty mouth?
“When did I turn into such a nymphomaniac?” was probably a better question. The cock inside me was thrusting like a piston, his mouth teasing and taunting on my clit. I arched my back and let another wave crash through me. I dropped back on the bed, panting like I’d just run a mile, and felt him gently untangle my fingers from his hair. I pried my eyes open in time to see him rock back on his heels and then rise to his feet. He slid the outrageous dildo from my body, and I felt a sensation of pure loss.
“Good choice,” he said, running a finger along the sticky shaft and licking my juices as he tossed it onto the bed beside me. “You might as well get used to the size of me now.” Holy shit, was he kidding? I stared speechlessly, mouth still hanging open as I gasped for air.
“I have work to do; I’ll be in my quarters,” he said as if he hadn’t just had his mouth full of my pussy. I knew what he meant. The “No-Go” zone. What the heck did he do in there?
“Don’t skip dinner today,” he added. “You need to eat.” I stared at his broad shoulders as he turned and left the room.
