Page 22 of Sexy

Then his tongue is in my mouth. It’s sweet with my own desire. It’s tangy, tasting of the most sexual moment I’ve ever had with a man.

“We’re not done yet,” Fletcher says, taking my hand and pushing it down onto his cock. I squeeze him, then flick my fingertip over the little bead of liquid, smearing it across his head as I close my eyes. “Have you ever had multiple orgasms?” he asks.

“No,” I mumble sleepily.

“You’re about to.” He eases off me, flips me over on my stomach, and drags the zipper down my dress.

I don’t care what he does at this point. I just want more. I have never had sex like this. Ever.

He slips my arms out of the dress and then slides it down my legs and tosses it aside. When I look over my shoulder, he’s standing up, kicking off his boots. I watch him from that position and he grins as he takes his faded and ripped jeans off, one leg at a time.

I close my eyes as he eases himself over the top of my back. I open my legs to give him access, but he slaps my ass and says, “Close them back up, princess. I’ll tell you when I want you to move.”

Jesus. He’s got my full attention once again. And I obey without questioning him because he is clearly the expert here.

He reaches down between my now closed legs. He fingers my asshole, just briefly, and then he thrusts his fingers inside my pussy, pumping in and out—quick and rough. He drags the pool of come and saliva up my ass crack, and then I hear the tell-tale sound of another condom being ripped open. He slaps it on and positions the tip of his hard cock between my cheeks.

I look over my shoulder nervously. “I’ve never—”

“Shhhh,” he says. “I know. Just trust me.”

I don’t trust him, not for a second, but his cock eases past my asshole and slips right up into my pussy like it was meant for him. He reaches around my hip and lies down across my back, tilted to the side a little so he can continue playing with me as he eases his cock in and out. So slowly, I’m moaning for more without even realizing it.

It feels so amazing. My virgin ass is so sensitive to all the new touching. And even though this is just plain old pussy-fucking, it’s new in every way possible.

The hand underneath me finds my clit and starts strumming in the same rhythm as his hips.

I lose it before I even know what’s happening.

“You needed a good fuck, Tiffy. But holy shit, woman, you’re driving me nuts with your little moans and squeals. I’d fuck you all day if I could. I’d eat your pussy out so much, you’d be sore. I’d fuck your ass and your mouth next.”

I come. I come hard. Then he’s flipping us over, positioning me on top of him. I lift up a little and he shoves his cock inside me.

“Ride me, princess.” He reaches up and squeezes both my tits in unison, then tweaks my nipples until I gasp. “Harder,” he commands, as I move slowly. “Faster.”

I obey. I rock on top of him and then fall forward, drained beyond belief. He slaps my ass, and the crack of the smack wakes me up.

I push myself down into him. And he fills me up so much, I cry out from the pain.

“Shhh,” he says, kissing my mouth. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I just want to be inside you. All the way inside you.” And then he pushes my exhausted upper body off him, so I’m sitting on top again, and twists my nipples until I groan. “Fuck, yeah,” he says. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”

I mumble out a, “Yes,” but before I can say anything else, he tugs my upper body back down to his chest and starts hammering into me from below. His balls slap against my asshole so hard, I am breathless.

Utterly breathless.

He holds me down as I struggle to sit up so I can fuck him back. He grabs my hands behind my back and grips my wrists with fierce determination as he continues to pound. The little room fills with the noise of skin slapping skin and that’s it. That added sensory input is all I need to wail out my third orgasm.

Fletcher comes at the same time, grunting into my neck. He releases my wrists and slaps my ass, then grips both cheeks as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together.

Chapter Nine

When I wake up, he’s gone.

I almost smile. Like for real. Jesus fucking Christ. That was amazing. My first one-night stand. Only it happened in the middle of the day. I have to laugh at that.

Fletcher Novak. He made me come three times.

I roll over and have a moment of fear that he might still be here watching me. That’s enough to make me sit up and cover my bare breasts with my arms.