Wrestling With Sweaty Dudes
Tina
Standing naked over Nickwith my heart beating so hard I just saw my chest jump was not on my list of possible activities for this evening, but I can’t say I’m disappointed with how things are turning out. Especially not now that his gigantic hands are squeezing my ass as he pulls me down to straddle his head.God,I hope his tongue muscle works as well as the rest of his muscles seem to.It’s been so long since a man has had his face between my thighs. I don’t think I could handle the disappointment of a poor oral performance tonight.
“And I betternot hear any nonsense about suffocating me. I am a grown man. If a beautiful woman can’t sit on my face without it killing me, then I deserve to die.” He swipes a long slow lick over my sensitive clit and my eyes roll so far into my head I see stars. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me down hard against his face. “Yes, baby.” His groan rumbles through my core, threatening to push me over the edge into ecstasy already. “I’ve been dreaming of this pussy since the day we met.”
“Since you ran me over in the street, you mean?” I ask, my voice a breathy moan. He chuckles without easing up on his worship of me, circling my clit with the flat of his tongue even as he nods his reply. “Well, then,” I gasp as he drives me higher, his tongue hot against my flesh. I reach down and grab his hair, forcing him to look at me. “I’m a giver, so I’ll let you continue after that insult. But understand this.” I grind against his face and grin at his answering groan. “I will never worry about suffocating a man after he’s asked me to sit on his face. Because you’re right.” Another grind, and another groan from Nick, followed by his tongue making a slow circle of my clit. “If that man dies under me, he deserves it. And at least he died happy.”
“So happy,” Nick murmurs, the rumbling of his voice tickling me. “Sofuckinghappy. Fuck, you taste good.”
Without loosing my grip on his hair, I rock lazily against his mouth, loving the way he licks and flicks my clit with his tongue, the desire coiling in my belly until I’m panting with each breath. Nick’s moans and groans spur me on, the mere sight of him as he devours me enough to drive my orgasm ever closer. When my rocking becomes more frenzied, Nick grabs my hips hard, sucks my clit into his mouth, and holds me against his face until finally I explode into a thousand sparkling pieces, clenching around nothing.
“Holy shit, that was amaz—” my words cut short when Nick slides me down his body as he sits up, presses me firmly to his waist, and stands with me in his arms all in one fluid motion. “What the hell? How did you do that?”
The kiss he presses to my lips is half grin. “Oh, kitten. I’ve wrestled with sweaty dudes three times your size. Picking you up off the floor is nothing.”
My eyebrows rocket to my hairline. “Sweaty dudes, hey?”
Nick chuckles as he lays me across my bed. “Hazard of being a fighter. I’ve rolled around with a lot of sweaty dudes in my day. I have to say, though, it’s way more fun rolling around with you.” He drops a sucking kiss on my neck before settling his huge body between my legs, the weight of his erection heavy on my sensitive clit. “Not only that, you’re a lot nicer to look at.” He trails a hand up my side then palms my breast, rubbing his thumb over the hard tip, sending bolts of electricity through me. I tremble under his fingers. “And a hell of a lot nicer to touch.”
He grinds his hips, pressing his length against me until I’m writhing beneath him, searching for more than the feel of him through his shorts. “Need you,” I gasp between quick breaths. I slide my hands down his back and into the back of his shorts, digging my short nails into his ass cheeks and loving the way they flex in response as he presses into me harder. “Take these off,” I say, releasing his ass and pushing at the waistband of his shorts. “Right now.” When he doesn’t immediately move, I add, “Don’t make me punch you off this bed again.”
Nick chuckles and presses a kiss to my lips, swiping his tongue against mine briefly before kneeling back and grinning down at me. He hooks his thumbs into the front of his shorts on either side of his erection, his blue eyes darkening. In one swift motion, he pulls the shorts up and over his cock, pushing the scrap of fabric to his knees before lowering himself over meonce again.And before I even got the chance to ogle him properly.Which is unfortunate. Because from the glimpse I got, I know I’ll need a much closer look, and soon.
“Shit,” he whispers, wriggling against me awkwardly before bending his knee and reaching down to grab his shorts from his extended foot.
“Neat trick.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he says with a wink as he drops the shorts next to me on the bed. “Just wait. I’m full of surprises.” He laughs and pats a hand around the bed for a moment before sliding his body next to mine and turning to face me. He pushes the shorts off the side of the bed and drops something beside my head. The smile he gives me is tinged with guilt. “I need you to know that I didn’t come here with this in mind. Not exactly, anyway. But I came prepared, because I was hopeful.” He grabs the item he dropped by my head and shows me the strip of three condoms. “Very hopeful.”
I grab the condoms and tear one off the strip, ripping it open with my teeth. “I have a confession to make,” I whisper, taking Nick’s erection in my empty hand and squeezing gently. The groan he makes when I stroke him deliberately is so sinful I have to bite back a groan of my own.I could listen to that all day.“I didn’t tell Wade about the light tonight, because I wanted an excuse to call you. So I guess you could say I was hopeful, too.”
Nick snaps a hand out, grabs the condom, rolls it on, and lowers himself over me, his now sheathed cock nudging my entrance. “Then I guess we’re both getting what we wished for today.” He pushes himself inside me, the wetness from my recent orgasm working to ease the way. Still, the stretch is just this side of painful, and my sharp intake of breath causes Nick to stop his momentum before he’s fully seated.
“You okay?” His eyes full of concern, he looks down at me, holding the rest of his body still. “We can stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I hiss. “It’s just been a while since anything that big has been in there. If I’d known you were moving to town, I’d have practiced with something a little bigger than old Solomon.”
Nick pulls his cock away and I feel empty, hollow, like something is missing. “You’re sleeping with an old guy named Solomon? I don’t share, Tina.”
I splutter a laugh. “What? No. Solomon is my dildo. I haven’t slept with anyone in years.”
He blows out a breath and lowers his head to my shoulder, covering me with his body as laughter rolls through him. “You named your dildo Solomon? What did you name your vibrator? Ezekial? Abraham?”
I grab his hair in a fist and pull his head away from my shoulder, growing irritated by his laughter. “No. His name is Robert.” His eyes narrow in question. “Because he’s my battery operated boyfriend.”
His face lights with a grin when the information clicks. “Ha! I get it. Bob is short for Robert. Clever.”
I shrug and give him a small smile. “I was running out of biblical names by the time I bought this one. Figured it was time to get traditional with it.”
Nick settles into the cradle of my hips again, sliding his cock through my wetness, forcing a delicious shiver up my spine when he nudges my clit. He drops a soft kiss on my neck, then whispers, “I can’t wait for you to tell me, in vivid detail, exactly how you burned through so many vibrators that you ran out of biblical names, but that’ll have to wait. Because if I don’t get inside you in the next three seconds—”
“Oh my God. Will you shut up and put your cock inside me alread—” Nick cuts me off by slamming his dick into me in one thrust, the force pushing me up the bed. I’m stretched wide and I love it. “Oh, fuck yes. Like that.”
He pulls back, sliding out in slow motion before slamming back in roughly. “That’s how you like it, Tina? You want me to be a little rough with you?”
I fist a hand in his hair and give a little tug. “I want to feel this tomorrow, Nick. So shut up and fuck me already. This isn’t a tea party where we sit around gabbing and eating cucumber sandwiches.”
