Chapter 2

Two

Cherry

" M y place," I threw out over the music. My voice was unwavering if a little husky. I wanted this and the way he followed me with a heated look that could melt the clothes off my body was a huge turn on.

I've never done this before. God, the most risqué thing I could claim as my ‘wild' days was wearing a thong bikini during last year's Maldives vacation. My mother nearly had a heart attack, but I loved every minute men stared at me with hunger. Not that I liked all the attention, but it was nice to know they found me desirable. A girl needed that reassurance every once in a while.

And now. Look at me. I had a hot stranger pulling me in for a toe-curling kiss every third step and I couldn't help but melt into him. This was happening, I repeated in my head. I couldn't wait to have him spread me over his cock and sink into me.

I lived a couple of blocks away, and I knew my roommate and her boyfriend would be there. We shared a huge loft apartment we divided with only a shared entrance. Going home with a stranger was more than a little risky, but I knew I wouldn't be truly alone.

"How far?" he purred close to my ear. "I need to be in you. I have to find out what your sweet body feels like wrapped around my cock."

I picked up speed and seconds later shoved the key into the lock.

We fell through the door to my building, a tangle of arms and hot kisses. I didn't know how we managed to make it to my room without waking everyone in the building, but no one came out screaming and hollering, so all was good.

I tumbled onto my bed, and his delicious weight was glorious on top of me.

His cock was hard and throbbing against my thigh. His lips claimed mine in a feverish hunger. The longer he kissed me the wetter my pussy became. Slick and sticky with my hot arousal, I parted my thighs desperate to feel his hands there.

He didn't disappoint. He slipped his hand beneath my skirt and when the rough pad of his thumb pressed against my clit through the cloth of my panties, I whimpered with need.

A couple of tugs and my sparkly halter top was off and tossed aside. My heavy breasts were only confined by the scrap of silk covering them.

"Fuck me, you're the most beautiful women."

He pulled away from me long enough to slide his hands down my sides. Less than a second later my bra was gone too. I whimpered from the way his eyes tracked the way my tits bounced.

And then he was back, his heavy weight pressing into me, holding me in place as he lavished me with another kiss.

Light touches teased over my ribs, and I shuddered in his arms.

Then my skirt hit the floor along with the rest of my clothes.

He lifted my feet clad in red stilettos and placed them gently on the edge of the bed. "These, my beautiful, will stay on these lovely feet."

He stood from the bed, and I pushed to my elbows to watch as he shed his clothing.

From the looks of it, an impressively large, hard cock pressed against an unforgiving zipper.

In the light of the club I couldn't see him as well as I can in the lighting of my room. He was actually older than me. I placed him in his mid-thirties, forty tops.

My whole body trembled with the need for him to come back. I tracked strong hands as they unbuttoned his black dress shirt a button at a time. He tossed it aside and then off came the shoes and pants.

I took a sharp breath at what I saw revealed under all that impeccable creased business attire. Perfectly rounded pecs led to chiseled abs, and holy hell, those arms. They were just as sculpted. The California sun was good to him, and I loved the deep tan highlighting all that beautiful muscle. Surfer maybe. Beach-goer for sure. I couldn't help but wonder if he liked skinny dipping.

Watching him peel away each piece of clothing only made me hotter. Planting my feet wide, I spread my legs butterfly style, teasing him with a peek at my clit.

Muscles rippled and flexed as he stalked toward the bed. A heavy, veined cock hung between his legs and bounced with every step. Pre-cum glistened on the swollen crown. For a second, I felt like the prey to a wild animal. And I loved it.

His hands gripped my ankles and slid up my thighs until he was back on the bed, kneeling between my legs. His eyes flashed as he dipped his head and kissed the delicate spot right above my clit. He breathed in slowly. "You're going to taste like the finest champagne, my beautiful angel."

Between us he gripped his shaft at the base and squeezed. Cum oozed from the tip, and fuck if that didn't make me want to deep throat him.

He looked at me, those dark eyes of his unwavering as though I was the most beautiful woman he's ever seen for the second time that night.

He brushed a light touch over my thigh and trailed higher until his fingers were wrapped around the heavy plumpness of my breast.

A gasp left my lips when he leaned over my shuddering body and devoured a hard nipple between his warm lips. Suddenly, my eyes rolled shut and all I could do was feel. He roamed to the next, giving equal loving to both.

Liquid fire engulfed me. He'd found my weakness and played with my nipples in just the right way to have me spilling sticky juices between the crack of my butt cheeks to wet the bed.

He released his cock, and the head settled over my clit.

Reaching between my legs, I took the thickness of his arousal in hand and stroked the fat crown over my clit. Joy, my best friend, told me her boyfriend loved it when she did that, so what the hell.

"You're killing me, sweetheart," he mumbled around a mouthful of my breast. He pushed up, releasing my nipple with a juicy pop. "But now you've done it."

He moved and suddenly my legs were pinned open by broad shoulders while my lover laved at my clit. In seconds I was moaning and desperate for him to eat me until I saw stars, but the way he was sliding the tip of his tongue into my virgin hole had me frantic to feel more. I needed him to stop teasing me already.

I buried my fingers in his hair and thrashed against the pillows. My chest heaved, and I moaned into the sheets when he dragged his tongue over my clit and teased my asshole with his thumb.

I shattered. I utterly and completely lost my cool and came all over his face. My release rode through my whole body, and I could only ride the incredible feeling until it waned to a warm buzz in my veins.

His powerful hands gripped my hips, and he pinned me to the bed as he dragged his tongue over my virgin entrance and throbbing clit until I didn't know what year it was. I cried out, hoping no one barged in on us.

My pussy lips were swollen and plump from his torturous, delicious toe-curling nibbles and licks. I could feel how swollen when he guided the heavy girth of his cock through my juices, lightly pinching my folds around his cock.

"Oh fuck," I muttered, ready to fall to pieces all over again. I cried out for a second time when he stroked through my folds again, nudging my clit.

He started to move, but I pressed the heels of my feet into his ass and pulled him over top me. I eagerly crushed our lips together and devoured his mouth, tasting my release.

"I've never done this before. Tasted myself, I mean," I added and blushed fiercely.

Something about having my own juices on my tongue made me pull away. Maybe he will think I was a freak.

He tipped my chin up. "Watch me, sweetheart."

My gaze followed his hand as it dipped between my legs. Long fingers caressed over my clit but that wasn't his final destination. I gasped and rolled my eyes back when he sank a finger into my tight channel.

He pulled it out and raised it to my lips.

"Open for me, baby. Suck my finger clean."

I might not have done this before but suddenly I felt like, with the way he drank in my every move as I opened my mouth, that I might be a natural.

I sucked him clean and he kissed me again.

His eyes were on mine when I pulled him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He froze. Something akin to agony crossing his face.

"Fuck," he gritted out. He sighed heavily and his head fell to my shoulder.

"What is it?" I asked shyly.

"Baby, I don't have a condom. I didn't exactly intend to meet such an angel tonight and well…"

A hint of a smile ghosted across my lips. "I'm on the pill," I reassured him.

In the low light of my room we locked gazes for a long moment.

All it took was for me to cup his face and tighten my legs around him for the wall of uncertainty to shatter.

He smiled at me and I melted all over again. He growled next to my ear, and I reached between us, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance.

He moved inside me, a slow burn of spreading my pussy lips over his swollen cock head and then taking me an inch at a time. My nerve endings were on fire and my body trembled. The deeper he went the hotter I burned.

I was so wet and ready for him when he flexed and sank the rest of the way in, there was only a momentary burn and a tiny tear. Nothing too bad to kill the mood but I stiffened all the same.

He, on the other hand, froze. Harsh breaths tearing from him.

And just like that I was not a virgin anymore and all on my terms to the man I picked. Not someone my mother set me up on for the good of the Conner name.

"Fuck me, you're a virgin."

I heard the strain in his voice. Regret?

I grinned through the shaky breaths and pulled back to look into his dark, gorgeous eyes. "Not anymore. Now make it feel good and don't you dare let me down."

His lips were back on mine and he growled so deep I felt it in the pit of my stomach through to the soles of my feet.

Taking my bottom lip between his teeth, he sucked it into his mouth. Beneath my hands, corded muscles danced and bunched. He started to move inside me. Slow strokes of his large cock at first. But after only a couple of times he was moving faster, getting hungrier for more, just like me.

In no more than thirty seconds he was pounding into me, fucking me so hard the headboard banged against the wall. The lamp on my table wobbled, and for the life of me I didn't care.

I raked my nails over his back and anchored myself to him. He fucked me into pure bliss and the second my orgasm hit, I cried out through the release, wanting more.

I got what I wanted.

One flip and I was on my stomach, ass in the air.

Firm hands gripped my hips and he sank back into me.

His cock plunged in and out of my tight little pussy, and I screamed into the sheets, trying to hold on for dear life. His balls slapped my clit. Once, twice.

I was ready to lose control again and cum around his cock when I felt a brush of his thumb skim over my asshole.

I gasped, burying my hot face in the sheets.

"Give me another orgasm before I cum in you, sweetheart. Give me one more and milk my cock. Moan for me, let me hear you."

New to the sensations of ass play, I tentatively arched my back, giving him better access to play with me there.

He slid in deeper, like I was made for him, and my pussy gripped around him. Every time he pulled out my muscles clenched, working him.

Everything around us faded, the fact that he was a stranger, my roommate in the next room, everything.

All I could focus on was him and me. The way he worked my body like he knew it. Owned it.

We ground together perfectly just like we did on the dance floor. Swaying at just the right time to make the glide of his cock in and out of me seem hypnotic.

My muscles were trembling and when the rush of my orgasm hit, my pussy tightened, milking him just like he asked.

"Oh fuck, you're making me cum, sweetheart," he grunted. He gripped me tight and he drove into me balls deep. I clung to the sheets as hot spurts of cum spilled into my channel and when he tumbled over me, dragging me with him, I was breathless.

I felt every jerk of his cock inside me. I didn't know if it was possible, but I swear his shaft felt thicker, wider. I was so tightly spread over him I felt every single throbbing vein and pulse as he released into me.

I peered over my shoulder at him.

So hot. God, he was so hot.

Panting, he rolled me over in my bed and claimed my lips in another kiss. This time it was slower, less feverish. His fingers brushed over my heated skin and his eyes were trained on mine when he pulled away. The fire I saw in them from before remained, but like embers instead of a roaring flame, but still so…I don't know… hungry was what I wanted to say. Like he wanted to claim me for his own, but that was crazy. I didn't even know his name.