What seemed like hours had passed once we got into his apartment. The moon cast light in through his window. He had finished two kegs of beer and I was at the bottom of the bottle of a standard scotch he gave me. We both sat on the floor, a dark wooden coffee table between us. Smooth jazz played from a nearby record player. I leaned back against the couch.
"Not falling asleep now are we?"
I smiled. "You wish. This is just the most relaxed I have felt in a long time." I did feel good. The scotch left a warm feeling through my body. I no longer felt tense in my muscles. I breathed easy. I glanced up at him. He seemed to be staring at me.
"What is it? Do I have something on my face?"
He rested his elbow on the table. "No. Just looking."
"At what?"
"At you."
I rolled my eyes. "Well duh. Even though there's not much to look at."
He snorted. "What do you mean by not much?"
I gestured to all of me.
"I'm still not getting it?"
I sighed and gestured again. "There's not much anywhere. I am small in both height and body configurations. I barely even have what most people call boobs. So I don't get what it is that you could possibly be looking at." I tilted my head against the seat of the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm not even that pretty."
He smashed his glass on the table.
"So what? It doesn't matter that you're small. Or you don't have enormous breasts. Not everyone is into that anyway. But I can tell that you're a fighter. And you've got some balls. I watched you throw that guy over your shoulder. And he had to be at least a good few hundred pounds." He took another sip of his drink. "And you may not have a rack but you do have an ass. And that counts for something," He smirked.
I felt my face flush slightly. And I hoped it was from just the alcohol. My eyes scanned up his body. His arms had deep dimensions on muscle. The way they flexed did something to me. It made me wonder how toned and defined the rest of him could be. My eyes finished scanning his body and made its way to his face. He had a chiseled jawline, and many small metal piercings that adorned his face. I wonder if they taste metallic. I involuntarily bit my lip just thinking about it when my eyes made contact with his red ones.
His smirk grew larger. "Like what you see?"
I twisted my body toward him. "I do, actually. You seem to be quite defined."
I swear his face tinged pink for a moment. I scooted myself closer to him, until our thighs were almost touching. He gave me a puzzled expression. I lifted my arm towards him, with the intention of touching his face.
"Ay. What do you think you're doing?"
I didn't hesitate as I poked at one the metal piercings on his chin. "I'm curious," I whispered. It felt cold but not freezing, probably because of his body heat. My finger traced around one and then jumped to another one. He didn't say a word, just watched me. I continued tracing each one until I got back to the one I started at. Still no real reaction. I wondered how they got there. If he actually put them there or if it was some kind of magic.
"Are you done?"
I looked up at him. I didn't really want to be done. At least, that's what my clouded mind made me think. I pulled myself up on my knees and leaned my face towards him.
"What are you doing?"
I didn't answer as I made my way closer to him, with the piercings as my end goal. Before he could say another word, my tongue reached out and licked on the piercings on his chin. I heard a sharp intake from him as I bounced to the next one. They did have a slight metallic tang. But it was more intoxicating than gross. I followed the same path as my finger did. He didn't make any noise but his breathing was heavier and rapid.
I finished my taste test and looked down at him. I didn't realize how close I was, and my chest was right in his face. I went to move myself back when he stopped me. My gaze widen and my blush deepened. The lust in his eyes was killer, and it didn't do anything but make me throb.
"My turn," he murmured. His hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him. His face diverted my chest and started on my neck. His mouth started to nip and lick at my skin. He traced every vain and crevice in my collarbone. Both sides were worked on, and he made his way up to behind my ear. One of his hands weaved itself into my hair and pulled, to allow him better access. My breath became rapid and the wetness in between my thighs grew. Every place he touched and every mark he left felt heavenly. Soft mewls came from my throat as he worked himself over my skin. His free hand worked its way to the top of my shirt and started to pull down. The fabric glazed down my skin and over my hardened nipples, until my breasts popped free. His eyes twinkled as he realized I didn't have a bra on, and made it less work on his part.
His free hand left my shirt and made its way back up to my left breast; pushing and squeezing. His mouth left my neck to digress down to my right breast, and took my nipple in between his lips and his fingers around my other one. He worked himself into a rhythm of pinching, pulling and sucking.
My fingers tightened into his silky strands. I pulled him closer. I didn't want him to stop. Everything just felt so good. He let go of my nipple with a pop, and switched over to the other one. He continued for another minute before letting go and looking up at me. I looked back with hooded eyes. He made me feel so good with just that, then how will the rest of him feel?
"Lean back," he said.
"Huh?"
His hands made it up to my waist and pushed me up onto the coffee table behind me. He swiveled me, and positioned me right in front of him with my legs on either side. His hands changed position and grasped both of my thighs, spreading me and forcing me to relax on my forearms. My skirt no longer covered me as it was pushed to join my shirt around my waist. If i hadn't had as much to drink, it's possible that I could've felt embarrassed in this position. No one else has looked at me so intimately.
His thumbs pulled my skin taunt, spreading me wider. It seemed the underwear did nothing to hide anything. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by just watching him watch me. It felt like hours had passed before he did anything. His mouth moved and started at my knee. Goosebumps raised as he started nipping, licking and sucking up to the apex of my thighs. He avoided the middle of me and then restarted at the same spot on the other leg.
Light mewls and gasps escaped from my throat. I grew impatient and glared down at him, though I'm sure it wouldn't do any good. He chuckled in response.
"Quite impatient, aren't we?"
I couldn't respond as he moved forward, placing his mouth on my lips. And not the ones on my face. I felt his warm breath against my drenched panties. They might as well have disintegrated. And they did as his sharpened nails tore them in two and he tossed them off to the side. His tongue poked out of his mouth, and disappeared between me. He ran up and down; from my entrance to my clit. Every move was erratic, with no specific rhythm or thought.
His thumbs pulled me apart and his mouth went to work. Every flick against my clit sent jolts up my spine. My legs quivered and my toes curled. I laid myself fully down on the tabletop and reached one hand down into his black strands. My grip tightened, and I pulled him towards me. I pushed my heels into his shoulder, forcing him to go deeper. I gyrated my hips against his mouth, finding my pleasure. His tongue snaked into me and I cried out. The way his tongue moved and his nose against my clit gave me trembling sensations.
Two fingers replaced his tongue and plunged into me. They twisted and thrusted; opening me up. My hips moved with him, as I worked my way up to climax. His mouth wrapped around my clit. I tightened around his fingers and screamed out. He held me as the last few jolts of pleasure escaped. I melted onto the coffee table. Everything felt like jelly. His tongue lightly raked over me, cleaning up every last bit of juice I gave. I sat back up on my arms and looked down at him. His eyes never left mine as he licked his lips and cleaned up his fingers.
"Holy fuck," I said breathlessly.
He smirked. "I get that a lot."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I fully sat up and placed my feet back on the ground.
"Looks like you needed that," he said.
I nodded. "Yeah. I feel a lot better actually."
He leaned back against the couch, resting both arms on the seat. "Glad I could be of service short stuff."
I stood up, hovering over him. I looked down at him and smiled. I stepped over him and made my way down the adjacent hall. "Where's your bathroom?"
"Down through the bedroom. On the left."
As I walked, I tossed off my remaining clothes, leaving a trail behind me; hoping he would follow. I wasn't done with him yet. I went through the left door and entered a large bedroom. Beige walls and dark oak furniture adorned the room. His bed was large enough to probably fit three people comfortably and was covered in dark bedding. Made sense as he was a large brooding male.
I continued over the hardwood floor and entered through another door that led to a large spa-like bathroom. While the rest of the apartment seemed to be a normal bachelor pad like place, the bathroom was almost as large as the bedroom. The back wall had a tiled shower with a rain head placed behind glass panes. The rest spread out to contain a jacuzzi like tub. And a one person vanity with black marble sat on the left. Most bathrooms like this were only in fancy suites. I stepped onto the tile and found it was already warm. My feet patted to the shower, excited to try it out.
I adjusted the shower and waited until steam filled the room. I stepped under the spray and relished in the warm water. I rinsed water through my hair and waited for the sounds of footsteps. It didn't take long for them to arrive. I didn't even turn as the door swung open and then closed again.
"I feel like you're using me," he said behind the glass. There wasn't any anger in his voice; but playfulness.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Something like that."
The glass swung open and he walked in. His body loomed behind me. "That's kinda rude for the guest to be treating their host like that."
I turned my body around and faced him.
"You're the one who offered me some release. I'm just taking you up on that offer." His eyes shone with laughter, but gave no noise. His fingers reached up to my breast and pinched my nipple, hardening the tip. "You have a pretty nice rack here for someone saying they don't"
"Oh gee, thanks."
"Gihi."
I reached up and tugged at his own. "You seem pretty good yourself."
My fingers moved from his nipple and felt around his whole chest. I traced from one shoulder to the other, and worked my way down. He was all hard muscle, and no fat at all. I continued further, slowing at his abs. I lightly raked my fingernails over the taunt skin and continued my path, passing his belly button and stopping just at where his pubic hair started. My eyes kept contact with him. He felt like a present and I wanted to take my time opening. His pupils were slightly dilated and his breathing increased. It didn't take long as my fingers reached down farther and met my goal. I traced my hand over his length, taking in how soft his skin felt; following each vein that led from the base to the tip.
I palmed his head, and moved back down. I continued my motions, wrapping my fingers around him as much as I could. I applied light pressure as my hand stroked him.
"Big huh?" He smirked.
I squeezed him tighter, and he drew in a sharp breath. I mirrored his smirk. "Huge," I replied.
I knelt down in the shower. The water rained on my back and the top of my head as I got myself situated in between his thighs. I trailed my hands up his thighs, coming to meet in the middle. I kept one hand steady as the other returned to his length. I pumped him a few times, growing harder with each pass. I glanced up at him, and couldn't help but be turned on at the way he was looking at me. I kept eye contact with him as my tongue poked out and landed on his head.
I leisurely licked him. I swirled around his head and down then traced down the underside of him before coming back up again. I opened my mouth wider, and swallowed him whole. My head bobbed as far as I could take, before coming back up. His skin was soft in my mouth, with the taste of salt. A heady mixture. My right hand continued to pump the lower half of him, while my mouth worked the upper half. I gained an easy rhythm. The mixture of water and my saliva made it easier to glide him down and back up again.
His breathing was harder, and more erratic. Groans of pleasure erupted from him as I continued. His head faced the ceiling as pleasure overtook him. One of his hands steady himself against the wall as the other lightly tangled itself into my damp hair. He wasn't rough but he did apply slight pressure in leading me further onto him. I moved quicker in my actions. I felt his precum leak down the back of my tongue and down my throat. I moaned in pleasure of the taste.
My free hand reached up and cupped him ever so gently. I rolled him around in my palm. And that seemed to be his undoing. His hips thrusted in time with my head, taking over the work. I released my grasp on him and suctioned my lips around his length. He moaned deeply as his head reached the back of my throat. One. Two. Three. And he released into my mouth. I worked quickly to swallow his seed and whatever leaked out was washed away with the water. My body was on overdrive as he pulled himself out. And all I wanted was for him to fill another hole of mine.
I wiped off my lips as I tried to catch my breath. His arm reached down and pulled me up. He pushed me against his chest and leaned toward me. He captured my lips with his. My eyes fluttered closed as I let the softness of his lips envelop me. I felt him hard again against my stomach. My insides clenched with anticipation. I snaked my arms around his neck. His tongue pushed their way into my mouth and I was all too happy to oblige him.
He wrestled for a few more moments before we pulled apart, leaving only a breath away between up.
"Let me have you," he asked. His voice was almost flooded out with the water but I could hear and see every word in his face.
"Yes," I breathed.
