2. Baylor

CHAPTER TWO

BAYLOR

Even under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lighting in the lobby, the guy still looked amazing. I guess I did, too, because he couldn’t take his eyes off me. It was a different kind of thrill from when I knew I’d landed a woman for the night. Maybe it was because I was inexperienced with men, or maybe because I’d fantasized about this for so long, but I was pumped with adrenaline, my hormones wreaking havoc on my body and my mind. I felt high from the anticipation.

Colin dangled the keycard in front of me with a salacious grin. “Room 406.”

I wasn’t sure who moved toward the elevator quicker, me or him, but we were in a mad dash to get to the fourth floor. In the elevator, he crowded behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. The smell of his cologne hit me again, making me want to breathe him in deep and consume him. He cupped my cock, squeezing as it hardened in his palm.

The air whooshed from my lungs in a gasp. “ Ungh ,” I half-breathed, half-moaned. It was a sound I was sure I’d never made before.

He nibbled on the shell of my ear, and I felt the shiver travel through every nerve ending in my body, culminating in my cock. It kicked in Colin’s hand, making him chuckle.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he promised darkly.

The doors opened with a ding, and he walked me backward down the hall, his wicked tongue occupying my mouth the entire way. He stopped only long enough to slide the keycard into the door lock before dragging me inside.

The lack of oxygen and the rush of endorphins and dopamine, combined with the whiskey and scotch from earlier, made my head feel light and fluffy. This wasn’t the time for serious thought and responsible actions. This was the time to act on instinct, my baser ones, to lead with my dick, not my head or my heart. This was the time to get naked.

Colin tore at my clothes, desperate to touch my skin, and I tugged his shirt from his broad shoulders, nervous as fuck, but just as desperate to touch him. My breath came short and fast, and my skin flushed with perspiration.

“Let me turn the air conditioning up ’cause we’re gonna work up a sweat tonight.”

Colin chuckled, grabbing my ass as I bent over the unit at the window. He dragged my pants down my legs, and I kicked out of them. Then his belt hit the floor with a thud, and I knew when I stood and turned, I would be staring at his hard cock.

The first one I’d ever seen in person—other than my own, obviously.

You’ve got this, Baylor. You’ve fantasized about this and built this moment up in your head for months. Don’t fucking blow it.

Actually, that’s exactly what I was going to do— blow it . Hard and sloppy.

I straightened. I turned. And my eyes dropped to his hard chest, down to his tight abs—he definitely liked to work out at the gym, not in the hotel—to his gorgeous cock, cut and hard. Colin was about the same size as me, seven inches. It looked a lot bigger in person than it did in porn. How was I going to swallow that?

“Get on your knees for me,” he ordered in a husky voice.

Why did it feel so natural to obey him? I’d never been ordered around in the bedroom and never by anyone other than possibly a boss or my mother.

Yet there I was, dropping to my knees on the likely filthy carpet to acquaint myself with his cock.

My gut churned with anxiety. Don’t gag. Don’t gag. Do not throw up on this man’s cock.

It was an irrational fear of mine. I couldn’t count how many times I held a girl’s hair back from her face as she slurped on my dick, gagging, with tears in her eyes, and it never failed to make me rock hard. But then there came a point when they gagged a little too hard. When they had to pause and breathe through their nose to catch their breath and settle that gag reflex so they wouldn’t upchuck on my shaft. It’s never happened yet , but I think it would turn me off blow jobs for life if it did.

“Open up,” Colin murmured, grasping the base of his cock with one hand and cupping my jaw with the other. “Slip it between your lips and suck.”

Thank God dirty talk turned him on because I needed all the instruction I could get. It sounded like Colin was going to walk me through it step-by-step.

Still cupping my jaw, his other hand palmed the back of my head, guiding me down his shaft. That first taste of his spongy head, his slit wet with salty pre-cum, made my mouth water for more. His flavor burst over my tongue, waking all my senses.

“That’s it. Take a little more.”

I took him as far as I could, as far as I dared, about three-quarters of his length. The way his cock filled my mouth, the weight of it on my tongue, felt so natural, so satisfying , I couldn’t stop. Boldly, I swallowed another inch, but paused when I felt my gag reflex kick in. Tears burned my eyes, and I risked looking up at him.

Colin looked intense, wholly focused on my effort. In the lamplight, his dark blue eyes burned cobalt.

“Your mouth feels incredible. Hollow your cheeks and suck harder.”

His touch on my jaw was as soft and warm as his voice. My insecurities began to fade, replaced by this indescribable need to please him.

I found a rhythm, gliding up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue around his sensitive head. I loved the way his jaw dropped, and he gasped when I sucked hard on his tip.

“Your lips were made for sucking cock. You should see how good you look with my dick in your mouth.”

Hell yeah. I wish I had a mirror so I could see. Better yet, he could film it and show me. He continued to guide my head, purposely giving me a little too much on each pass.

“Choke on my cock. Let me see your tears.”

What was it about his words that had my cock dripping onto the carpet? I felt slightly degraded, wholly subservient, and never more turned on in my life.

It was filthy. It was thrilling. It was… It was doing it for me.

Apparently, it was doing it for Colin as well. “Better slow down,” he warned, slightly pushing against my forehead. “Don’t want to come just yet. When I do, it’ll be inside your ass.”

My hole clenched from just thinking about being filled. I felt slightly scared, completely nervous, and totally eager to experience what it felt like to have a cock stretching my ass. Over the last several weeks, I had played with small toys, trying to sate my curiosity.

Conclusion: I fucking loved it.

Loved having my prostate massaged and loved the slight burn in my rim as it stretched wide open. I bet it would feel even better with real flesh instead of silicone.

“Stand up.” Colin urged me to my feet. He flipped me around, pinning my arms behind my back, and practically growled in my ear. “You want it like this? Quick and hard? Or do you want it on your knees on the bed?”

Fuck, my heart was gonna give out before I could come. What a shame. “Easy, there, slugger. I’m a lover, not a fighter. Don’t tear my ass in two. You can only fuck one at a time anyhow.”

He was worked up, lust-drunk, and primed to split me wide open. Colin was going to make this hurt.

I could ask him to take it easy, to go slow and treat me with kid gloves, but I’d rather cut my balls off than tell him this was my first time having anal sex. My stupid macho pride was going to get me a damn fissure!

His chuckle came easily. “Sexy and a sense of humor. I like that in a man. Spread out on the bed for me on your stomach.”

Pulling from his embrace, I crawled onto the bed, on my stomach as he ordered. Oh, God, he’s about to do it, he’s gonna stick his dick in me.

I’m so ready! I’m so not ready.

But it wasn’t his dick he stuck inside my ass. I screamed out loud when I felt his warm, wet tongue slide between my cheeks. He licked over my hole. My hole!

With each wicked swipe of his tongue, my pucker dilated and contracted. My knees tucked up underneath me, like they had a mind of their own, so that my ass was stuck up in the air, right in his face, with my cheeks spread wide open. His mouth had unfettered access, and I was reaping the benefits.

Never in my life had I felt anything like it!

Ridiculous sounds babbled from my lips. Words that made no sense. Incoherent rambling, moaning, and pleas for more. He rolled my balls between his fingers and sucked hard on my taint. I saw fucking stars behind my closed lids.

Colin sealed his lips around my hole and hummed. The deep vibrations made my rim spasm. Goosebumps peppered my skin. He loosened the tightness with his tongue, pressing sucking kisses, lapping at my hole like a kitten with a bowl of cream.

I was fucking obsessed with his talented mouth.

“I think you’re more than ready for me now.” He reached over the side of the bed to grab his pants, pulling something from the pocket. Colin held up two packets—a dark blue rectangle with white writing, and a red square with black writing. “Lube and a condom.”

I hadn’t considered lube, but I did have an extra condom in my wallet. Thank God Colin was prepared. I definitely wanted lots of that lube.

He tore the red package with his teeth, rolling the condom over his shaft, and then did the same with the blue packet, drizzling the slick gel over the condom. He spread it with his fist, stroking up and down his latex-covered cock before spreading the excess over my hole.

“Damn, you’re tight. Let me open you up,” he offered, slipping a finger in my ass. I gasped, choking on my next breath. He slid a second finger in beside the first, stretching me wider. Colin chuckled. “I hope you clench my cock like you’re gripping my fingers right now.”

It was then that I had a reality check. I felt full. I felt stretched. There was a mild heat surrounding my hole. And his fingers were nowhere near as thick as his hard cock.

This was definitely going to hurt.

Before my nerves could get the best of me, and my erection, I stroked it, willing myself to stay hard, even though I was scared shitless. The heat of Colin’s body covered my back, his arm curling around my chest. He sucked on my neck, my ear, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers crawling down my spine.

“I just know your ass is gonna grip me so tight. Bear down for me.”

I felt the head of his fat cock pushing against my rim, demanding entrance. I did what he said; I bore down, pushing against him to let him inside.

“Holy fucking holy… shit!” His thick cock stretched my hole until I thought it would rip in half. It burned like hellfire.

“Thanks for the compliment,” he laughed.

Okay, not exactly how I meant it, but I guessed it could be.

I held my body still as he worked all seven thick, hard inches inside of me. A cold sweat broke out over my brow and neck.

“Stroke your cock,” he whispered in my ear, licking the shell.

I shuddered, and he slipped in another half-inch, sinking balls deep. With his arm curled around my chest and his other steadying my hip, I felt caged in his embrace, impaled on his massive cock, and completely at his mercy .

“Breathe, Buck,” he reminded me.

Fuck breathing. My heart was about to stampede right out of my chest. He pulled out of me, and then slowly slid back in, creating the most delicious friction that made some of the burning subside. Each stroke loosened me up a little more, and the invasion felt more comfortable, more natural. More enjoyable .

His pace increased, and I was able to move again, pushing my ass against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The heat in my ass began to spread throughout my body, coursing through my veins, and making me sweat all over.

And then… “Fuck! Fuuuu—” Colin bumped something inside of me, or rubbed it, or… I don’t fucking know what, but God, I wish he’d do it again!

And then he did, and I was moaning like a wet cat.

“That’s the spot right there.” He panted heavily, shifting his weight to his other knee. He dug his fingers into my hip.

That’s gonna bruise.

“Can you… Fuck me harder?” I was chasing my pleasure, on the brink, and if he could just hit that spot again, just fuck me a little harder, I could—Jesus Christ, I was begging like one of the women I’d fucked. Honestly, I didn’t really care at that point; I just wanted to come so fucking bad.

I just knew it was going to be so good . I could feel it coming.

My heart rate kicked up, my balls drew up tight against my body, and I stroked my cock faster, desperate for release. Colin reared back and slammed his hips against my ass hard, sinking deep.

“Gonna… fucking… come,” he huffed.

In a move that surprised me, he straightened up and pulled me with him, holding me against his chest. We were up on our knees, and he bear-hugged me as he slammed his hips, hard and fast. Every brutal thrust hit that spot inside of me just right. The staccato rhythm triggered my release, and I shot thick ropes of cum over the edge of the bed, landing on my black pants piled on the floor.

Dammit!

Colin followed, shooting his load into the condom as he yelled out, “Fuck!”

He collapsed over my back, pushing me down to the mattress. He was hot and sweaty and heavy, and our bodies were wet and sticky where they were joined, but I didn’t care. I was blissed out, riding a wave of satisfaction. I’d done it, finally, and I loved it. It was a whole different kind of orgasm than I got from topping. More intense, and I felt it throughout more of my body. I felt it fucking everywhere.

I knew I was going to feel it everywhere tomorrow as well, starting with my ass.

Colin pulled out of me and rolled over, slapping my ass with a chuckle. “I knew you would be that good from the way you danced.”

His eyes roamed over my body appreciatively, landing on my face with a satisfied smirk. Then he hopped up and made his way to the bathroom, rolling off the condom and tying it off. Even with the door partially closed, I could hear the toilet flush and running water at the sink.

I couldn’t move. My legs felt like Jell-O , and I was deliciously exhausted. I could just lie here and catch my breath while he cleaned up, then maybe I could shower.

He strolled from the bathroom and went straight for his pants.

It took all my energy to raise my head. “If you’re hungry, we could order something. Not sure they have room service in this place, but maybe we could call for a pizza delivery.”

“I’m gonna take off, but I did see a pizza place two blocks over.”

Suddenly, I found my energy reserves and shot straight up. “You’re leaving?”

He bent over the bed and placed a quick kiss on my lips, smiling warmly. “You were fucking amazing.” He straightened and grabbed his shirt from the chair in the corner. “They have a continental breakfast in the morning. I hear the pancakes are pretty good. Have one for me.”

Colin slipped into his shoes and grabbed his wallet from the dresser. I panicked. Thoughts were running through my head too fast to grab hold of one in particular. My chest felt tight. I scrambled off the bed, not even caring that my dick was soft and dangling. I didn’t want him to go. Not yet anyway. This all went much differently in my head. We were supposed to take a sexy shower together, crawl under the covers with pizza and soda, and… Talk and shit. Maybe watch a movie. I don’t know what I expected, but I wasn’t expecting to be treated like a two-dollar whore. At least, not until tomorrow. I always gave women the courtesy of a post-coital cuddle.

“Wait,” I stalled, hoping he would change his mind. I grabbed the pen and notepad from the desk and scribbled my phone number. Thrusting it at him, I pasted on my best casual smile, grinning like it was no big deal. “Call me if you want to do this again. I’m free tomorrow and the next night.” And the next, and the next…

He looked at the paper strangely, then gave me what I was sure was a fake smile and pocketed the number in his pants.

“Thanks, Buck. I’ll let you know if I’m in the neighborhood again anytime soon.”

He walked out the door without looking back.

The only things he left behind were the answers I’d spent months searching for.

I was definitely bisexual. One hundred fucking percent.