and night. Their first and only night together he’d made her suck him off the second they were inside the door of his Pearl District apartment. He’d been leaning back against his own front door, his hands twisted in her hair, and his cock down her throat. And the entire city of Portland lay before him outside his sky rise window that looked down onto the Columbia River. It felt like they were putting on a show for the town. They’d made it a damn good show.
Ian pushed his thumb past her lips and into her mouth, resting the pad on top of her tongue.
“I remember this mouth,” he said softly. “I remember how it felt on my cock. I remember this tongue licking me. You wanted it even more than I did. I didn’t even have to tell you twice to get on your knees. I kissed you, whispered, ‘Suck me off,’ in your ear and you hit your knees so fast I thought you saw someone with a gun outside the window.”
She couldn’t laugh with his thumb in her mouth holding her tongue down, but he felt her body shiver with the suppressed chuckle.
“You moaned when I put my hand on the back of your head,” he said, lightly fucking her mouth now with his thumb. “I’d never had a woman moan with pleasure while she was going down on me. But you did. That’s when I knew you and I would get along just fine...wouldn’t we?”
She closed her eyes and nodded. Her dark lashes, heavy and thick with black mascara and eyeliner, fluttered on her cheeks. The softest moan escaped the back of her throat.
“You want me,” Ian said. “You want my cock.”
She nodded again, eyes still closed. He stroked her tongue again with the pad of his thumb. Soft and wet and warm, he needed that tongue on his body.
“Suck me,” he said. “But don’t make me come yet. I’m saving that for later.”
He pulled his thumb from her mouth and leaned back on the bed on his hands. Flash didn’t hesitate one second, not that he expected her to. She unbuttoned his jeans with eager, dexterous fingers, pulled the zipper down carefully and lifted his T-shirt to press a long hot kiss onto his lower stomach. Ian wrapped his feet around her thighs to trap her body between his legs.
Ian didn’t allow himself to make any sounds when she put his cock into her mouth. He’d make her work for it before he rewarded her. Oh, but he could have groaned when she sucked him deep into her hot mouth. He’d thought of this a thousand times since their one night together. He’d dreamed about it and woken up hard. He’d even come in his sleep once while dreaming about Flash sucking his cock, something he hadn’t done since he was a teenage boy. He dug his fingers deep into the sheets of his bed to keep himself from coming immediately into her mouth. For six months he’d ached to have this again. Six months was a very long time to go between the two sexiest blow jobs of his life.
Flash touched him while she sucked him like she did last time. She seemed particularly fond of his stomach and the bottom of his rib cage, which she tickled and traced with her fingertips. She loved his body and he knew it because she’d told him that night not only in words but with her every hungry touch. He’d held her down onto the bed by her wrists and she’d pouted because she couldn’t touch him like that. Eight thick inches of cock inside her and still she’d wanted more of him. He’d laughed and called her greedy. She’d said, “With me it’s all or nothing, Ian. Give it all to me.” God, he’d wanted to give her all of him. Instead he’d given her nothing and he bitterly regretted it.
No more regrets. Not after tonight.
Ian lifted his hips with small pulses, thrusting gently in and out of her mouth. Everything in his body from the waist down felt so tight it could pop, like a violin string wound too many times around the peg. He leaned back on his elbows to ease the pressure, but Flash was relentless, drawing him into her mouth again and again, sucking hard, licking harder. Every time she moaned he felt the vibrations all through his body from her throat to his.
A hot red flush burned across his chest. The room felt a million degrees and then some. Blood pounded in his ears. His vision swam as he looked up at the ceiling where the north wall met the south wall in a triangle. Dizzy with desire, he looked down the length of his body at Flash and watched her mouth moving up and down his cock with a look of bliss on her face. Mistake. Big mistake.
“Stop,” Ian said.
Immediately Flash stopped and sat back. Slowly Ian sat straight up again and breathed a few times to clear his cloudy head. His throat was dry from breathing so hard.
“You almost made me come,” he said.
“Oh, no,” she said. “How awful.”
“It is awful, and I don’t think you’re nearly as sorry as you should be.”
“It was very naughty of me,” she said, her eyes briefly meeting his before she lowered her gaze again. “You told me not to make you come, and I kept going even though I knew you were close. But it felt too good, having you in my mouth again. I’m sorry.”
“Forgiven.” He brushed a stray lock of red hair off her forehead. Her hair was only about four inches long and soft as silk on his fingers. Some days she’d put gel in it and style it like a punk star. Today it was free of product and swept back off her face, making her look far more innocent than a woman who could suck cock like Flash should look. He would never, ever tell anyone Flash had this submissive side to her, that she got off on being used sexually by a dominant man. And she would never tell anybody he got off on it as much as she did. It was between him and her. Their dirty, sexy little secret.
“What should I do with you now?” he asked as he laid his hands on each side of her neck and pressed his thumbs into the hollow of her throat. He didn’t do it hard, certainly not hard enough to hurt, but only hard enough so she felt him touch her in her most vulnerable spots. Her head fell back a little, her eyelashes fluttered again. She was never more beautiful to him than when he had her on her knees before him, making her his sexual property, if only for a night.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“I had a feeling that’s what you’d say. One little problem—you have your clothes on.”
“I can solve that problem.”
“Solve it, then. I’d love to see your solution.”
“Am I allowed to stand up?” she asked.
“You are right now. You’ll be on your knees again before the night’s over, though.”
“I’ll consider myself warned.”
She stood up and pulled her T-shirt off, dropping it on the floor at his feet. She wore a black lace bra under her white shirt, another thing she did that drove him wild. The bra came off in a second and landed at his feet to join her shirt. Her nipples were hard already, dark with desire. He caught one in his mouth when she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself while kicking off her shoes. Once he had his mouth on her nipple she froze, letting him suck her as hard as she’d sucked him. He held her by the hips as he ran his tongue in circles around her aureole before catching her nipple between his lips again and drawing it into his mouth. She sighed blissfully and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to him. He took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, lightly at first and then harder. Her back arched into his palms. A warm scent of arousal and baby oil rose off her body, a unique mix that had him burying his face in the valley between her breasts and inhaling deep.
She kissed the top of his head.
He felt it, soft as a butterfly landing and taking off again an instant later, but it could have been a brick for how hard the tenderness of it hit him.
“You aren’t like this with anyone else, are you?” she asked so softly someone standing in the corner of the room might not have heard her.
“Only you,” he said. “I didn’t even know I wanted it like this until you. Until you told me how you liked it.”
“You knew. You just didn’t want to know.”
“It scares me a little,” he confessed, a hard thing for a man to say to any woman, especially to the one woman whose good opinion mattered more than anything to him. She brought out an animal side of him
he’d never let out of its cage before, and since that night, he hadn’t been able to put it back.
“Don’t be afraid,” she said. “I’ll protect you.”
Their eyes met and she caressed his left cheek with her knuckles. The expression on her face was one of utter adoration. If he hadn’t known better, he might have thought it was love.
He latched on to her nipple again, sucking hard while he roughly pushed her jeans and panties down her thighs. She stepped back, kicked them off her ankles, and he ran his hands hard up and down her back, scoring her smooth skin with his fingernails. Her back arched into his mouth and her fingers clutched at his shirt. Without warning her first, he stopped and stood up. He moved behind her and pushed her forward, bending her over the bed. With his knees he nudged her legs apart and made her stand there, spread out for him, on display.
“Are you wet?” he asked as he laid his hand on her hip and rubbed her naked thigh and perfect ass.
“I can answer that question with a question.”
“What question?”
“Are you in the room with me?”
“So that’s a yes,” Ian said. Still...it didn’t hurt to find out for himself, firsthand. He touched the lips of her vagina and found them hot and swollen to the touch. Gently he teased them with light touches before spreading them apart and looking at her hole. He ran one fingertip around her, feeling the wetness, how slick she was, how hot and ready for him.
“Please, Ian,” she said. She’d buried her face in her crossed arms on the pillow on his bed but he could hear the desperation in her voice loud and clear.
“Please what?” he asked. “Please this?” He pushed two fingers deep inside her. The sound that came out of her shook the rafters. He wanted to hear it again so he spread his fingers apart inside her, opening her wide. Again she made that sound, the combination of a sigh and a groan. He spread her open again, feeling her inner muscles clenching and contracting as he touched sensitive spots inside her. He pushed in as deep as he could with the tips of his two fingers, making her feel him in the pit of her stomach, making her feel things she’d only ever feel with him so that even if she left him, ran away from him and this—whatever it was—she would remember how he made her feel and she would come back to him to feel it again and again and again because he was the one man who could give it to her.
Flash gave a little cry as he pushed in a third and fourth finger into her body. He felt the muscles twitch and flinch around his hand.
“Ian...”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I need to come so much it hurts.”
“You need my cock.” Not a question, a statement of fact. She didn’t dispute it.
“Yes.”
“I like it when you need my cock this much. But if I give it to you, then you won’t want it anymore when I’m done.”
“I can promise you this—I’ll always want it.”
He took his cock in his hand and pressed it against her wet cleft but didn’t enter her. That would be too easy for her, too quick to give her what she wanted. Instead he simply let her feel it. She pushed her hips back against him and his eyes briefly rolled back in his head at the unexpected rush of electric pleasure that ran from his cock up his spine and down again. He nearly lost control and slammed all eight inches of him into her right then and there.
“You make me want to do very bad things to you,” he said.
She laughed softly, seductively. He nearly came from that sound alone.
“Good.”
“You’re a bad influence on me,” he said, rubbing the throbbing tip of his penis against her labia.
“Oh, no. What if your daddy tells us we can’t play together anymore?”
“There are worse things in life than being an orphan.”
When she tried to laugh, Ian stopped her by sticking his fingers in her again. The laugh turned to a gasp. She buried her face in her arms again and made soft noises as he stroked her inside. He couldn’t get enough of her. When he took his fingers out he licked her wetness off them. She tasted both sweet and bitter and Ian knew, before long, he would bury his tongue inside her to taste every drop.
But first he had to fuck her or they were both going to die from the need.
He left her bent over the bed to retrieve the condoms from the side table drawer.
“You keep handcuffs in there, too?” Flash asked.
“No. Should I?”
“Just trying to figure out what to get you as a Hanukkah gift.”
Ian walked to her, laid his hand on her lower back and stroked her from the base of her spine to her neck and down again.
Ian pulled off his T-shirt and yanked down his jeans, kicking them to the corner of the room where he hoped they would remain for all night. Even better, all year.
He rolled on the condom and opened her up again with his fingers. She pushed back against his hand again, signaling how much she wanted him. As if he didn’t know already.
“Crawl forward on the bed,” he said. “But stay on your stomach.”
She did as he instructed, lying prone on his black sheets. He grabbed his thickest pillow and lifted her up by the hips, placing it under her pelvis.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Very.”
“Good. Stay comfortable. You’re going to be there awhile.”
He loved that he could say stuff like that to her without scaring her or offending her. He’d been shocked by how easily it came to him when she told him what she liked, more shocked by how much he’d missed it when it was gone.
When he had her in position, her body open to him, her back arched in eagerness, he entered her slowly, an inch at a time. He wasn’t trying to tease her so much as he wanted to go slow, relish every second of sliding his cock into her again for the first time since that night, that wild night, that perfect night. He sighed with unabashed pleasure as he filled her. Flash moaned as he went deep, a sound he wanted to burn into his ears so he could hear it every day of his life. He leaned forward and grasped her by the shoulders and started to thrust. She was burning hot all around him and soft, too, so soft and welcoming he felt like his cock was being enveloped by her body, pulled in deeper and held.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said.
“So good.”
“You can do better than that. I was specific.”
“You’re thick,” she said.
“Rude.” He playfully swatted her ass and she yelped in pain.
“Your cock is thick,” she said.
“I knew what you meant. I just wanted an excuse to slap your ass. Not that I need an excuse.”
“Never.”
“Go on. This is getting interesting,” he said. “My cock is thick and...”
“It stretches me out when it’s first inside me.” She turned her head to the side so he could see her face and hear her better. “It’s something almost like pain but it’s not actual pain. It’s sharp like pain, intense like pain, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s the opposite of hurting.”
“Fascinating. And...?”
She grinned, and he could tell she was having as much fun with this game as he was. That’s how she’d explained it to him when they’d been making out like horny teenagers in the elevator of his building that night on the way up to his apartment.
Play a game with me tonight, Ian. Here are the rules. You tell me anything and everything you want me to do or say and I’ll do it and I’ll say it.
That’s the game? he’d asked. How do we know who wins?
She answered with the sexiest smile he’d ever seen—That’s the best part about the game. If we both play, we both win...
“My pussy wants to push it out when you start pushing it in. I can feel the muscles tightening so I have to breathe to keep from bearing down and squeezing. But once you’re all the way in me, it’s like my muscles are trying to keep you in.”
“I can feel it,” he said, thrusting slowly as they spoke. Just hearing her talk about his
cock inside her was bringing him right to the edge of orgasm. But he squeezed her sculpted shoulders, breathed shallow breaths and focused on her.
“Does it feel good?” she asked.
“Your pussy holding my cock inside you? Yeah, you could say it feels kind of good.”
She grinned again. He was falling in love with that grin. Making her smile that big was nearly as sexy as hearing her talk about his cock.
“I’m glad it feels good on your cock. I want my body to make you happy. Yours makes me happy. And relieved.”
“Relieved?”
“You pushing your cock in me for the first time in six months? I’d say ‘profound fucking relief” is one way to explain it. You know that feeling when you’ve been standing for almost eight straight hours and your legs are aching and your back is tired and your feet hurt and then you sink into the most comfortable soft leather chair in the world and you groan it feels so good to finally get to sit down?”