0 comments/ 61717 views/ 9 favorites Getting What You Want By: devle There is nothing so simple as getting what you want. I get everything I want. Come hell or high water. I’ve seen you before running down the street around midnight. You choose the oddest hours for a run. I love the way you run so graceful without making a sound on the concrete. I love the way you sweat, the way it runs over your body in caressing rivulets. When you pass by my window I stare and stare then when I go to bed I dream of you. Fantasizing that you are there with me your hand on my breasts, your mouth on mine. I stroke my cunt thinking of you. I get so wet wondering how you would touch me, taste me. I always cum thinking of your dark head buried in my cunt. Every night at midnight you pass by my window. Seven days a week. I see you sometimes in the daylight; shopping in the grocery store or in line at the bank. Once you looked up at me and when our eyes met I felt this bolt of lightening hit me right in the chest. I couldn’t take your eyes on me. Your beautiful green eyes. Your hair is kind of long like you have forgotten about it and just let it grow. I wonder how you would scream when I pull it. You have the most perfect cheekbones I want to lick the side of your face and feel your stubble scratch my tongue. I want to have you in my arms, the taste of your flesh in my mouth. You would never want another lover I could make you want me, desire me, I would make you beg to be mine. But not for long. I love you too much. I don’t like men; their very presence frightens me that’s why I can’t just come up to you with a nice proposition. But I can’t resist thinking of you wondering how it could be between us. I want you. I always get what I want. I have everything ready. I’ve been planning for so long and tonight you don’t fail me coming up the street dressed in black jogging shorts with a sweat soaked black tee. I step outside my front door with tears on my face sobbing aloud. You come to an immediate stop and come right up to me climbing onto my porch over to the threshold where I lie against the doorjamb dressed in a flowing black robe. You barely notice my state of undress so concerned are you for my wellbeing. I sigh and sob unable to speak as I move more into my house trying to turn away from you. But you come after me closer and closer until I am leaning against the wall beside the door and you are in front of me asking me what is wrong and how can you help? With a quick spring I slam shut the door throwing the industrial strength bolt across it. You are startled by my actions as I lean against the door staring at you lasciviously it begins to dawn on you that maybe it was wrong to just enter my house without knowing who I am. Too late. “What the hell are you doing?” You watch me accusingly your green eyes noting my every move. It is bewildering to you that I can go from crying hysterically to suddenly cold and precise. I trail my fingers over the bare flesh of my chest that is revealed by the open V-neck of my robe. Your eyes follow the path of my fingers. Down, down, down. My nipples are hard and my cunt is burning, throbbing, wet and waiting for you. I come forward towards you determinedly, placing both my hands on your hard chest pushing you backward down a dark hallway. At first you are too surprised to do anything but obey but then you begin to try to push away. The wondering look in your eyes makes me laugh as you realize that I am stronger than I appear and too demanding to let you go now. You try to feint off to one side to move past me but I block you. “No, no, no…” I whisper touching your face. God, the thrill that you give me. I want you so badly. With a final push I place you into a candlelit bedroom. You hear the now familiar slide and scrape of another bolt being slid into place. You’re my prisoner now in this windowless, soundproof room. You turn your head behind you to survey the bed. It’s large with four posts from which hang a gauzy black material rather like my robe. I take advantage of your inattention to push you hard back onto the bed while you are sputtering and muttering oaths I lock your wrists to the posts at the head of the bed with the handcuffs I have placed there. I admire you sitting back on your stomach. The way your eyes pour forth their fire, you’re very beautiful when you are upset. “You’re so beautiful.” I whisper dragging the back of my hand up against your face. You close your eyes at my touch seeming to savor the feel of it. Do you feel the tingles as I do? “What are you going to do?” You have a lovely voice so full of smoke and sin. Not raspy but smooth and gentle. You don’t appear to be afraid. I reach behind you underneath the pillows. I can feel you move your face more into the hollow between my neck and shoulder, smelling me. You can feel my breasts move against your chest, my hard nipples stabbing into you. When I come up I display a pair of scissors before you and noting your worried look proceed to cut your black shirt off your body. I toss the scissors and the scraps of fabric over the edge of the bed leaning down running my hands over your silky skin. I lace tiny kisses over the ridged area of your stomach I can hear the short gasps in your breath. I move back off the bed my long hair and hands stroking down your muscled legs. I take a hold of your shorts and boxers pulling them down as I go. Surprisingly you don’t think to kick or fight. Your cock is hard. Stiff and throbbing. I’ve never seen a cock this up close before. I’m still a virgin. Maybe you like that. I stand up at the foot of the bed slowly pulling on the black satin cord to release my robe beneath it there is nothing but bare skin waiting, craving your touch. Your eyes are so hot they burn me as you gaze on me surely by now you know what I want. I crawl back up your body now as hot and naked as mine. When my legs straddle your thighs I bend down to place my lips on yours. Mine tremble as they lightly brush yours. I’ve had a few kisses in my life but never like the taste of yours. When I begin to pull away you move your head up to deepen the kiss surprising me. I didn’t think that you would want this too. Maybe you like being my prisoner. Your tongue enters my mouth. I’ve never been French kissed before but I eagerly meet your tongue with mine. I pull away just as your hips start to buck up trying to move me farther down your body towards your rampant cock. I place my finger over your lips, there is no need for questions or words. All you have to do is lie back and feel. I bend forward running my hands through your thick black hair pulling slightly. You bite your lip staring into my eyes. “Let me taste you.” You whisper. I pause considering, after all I did not really think that you would actually go along with this but you arch your chest up sending my slick pussy sliding against your skin closer to your mouth. “Please,” So I give in. Your mouth on me is sin and I cry out grinding my pussy into your face loving the feel of your lips and tongue on my clit. You make me cum rivers into your mouth leaving me shaken and drained. I back up off you lowering down to place my head on your chest. I can hear your heart beat. Your heart pounds against mine. The moment is aching and intimate. “You’re so beautiful.” You whisper. “You taste like sugar.” I look up at you to see your face I move then to kiss your lips tasting myself on you. I almost cum at that realization. Your cock is pulsing desperate to be touched, caressed. The unreality of the moment hits me then and I reach up my hand to one of the silver bracelets around your wrist. I should let you go. “Don’t.” Your smoky voice wraps itself about me. I look at you in surprise. “I can’t do this…I thought I could but I can’t.” This isn’t the way to make you feel the way I feel. “Don’t stop.” Your green eyes bore into me seeing to my very soul. You arch up again and I moan at the feel of each ridge of your abdomen sliding against my clit. You’re right I’m too far gone into this to just stop and let you go. Especially when you want this too. I slide down to move myself over your cock. “Yes, yes,” You breathe. I lower myself onto you, impaling myself on your thick cock. You hurt for only the briefest of moments before your heat sears the pain away. I love the way you feel deep inside me. “So tight.” You arch up making me gasp at the sensation of you moving inside me. “Ride me, fuck me.” You arch up again. “I’m begging you.” I love it when you beg. I lean down to kiss you fully on the lips, no pulling back. I begin to move then slowly up and down you urge me to go faster, deeper. You feel so good. So hot. I cry out at the feel of another orgasm rushing through me. You’re so close too but you want to hold on just a little longer. You find that you like to be raped. I find I like being a rapist. As the last pulsing waves of my orgasm wash over me you cum inside me making me scream. I collapse atop you. We’re both gasping for breath. I’m shivering in the last moments of our ecstasy when I feel warm hands come to embrace me. Before I can look up you turn pinning me below you. I find myself looking up into your eyes. You look like a dark sleek predator and I feel like your prey. “How did you get out of the cuffs?” I choke out feeling your cock now hard again between my cunt. “Didn’t you know? I’m a marine, part of a special forces unit, they teach you how to disarm cuffs and use them to kill.” “You could have gotten out of them at any time?” I am so confused. Why would you let me do this to you? “I’ve never been raped before.” You bring your hand down to caress my cunt making me moan. “By a virgin no less.” You arch one black brow. “I figure since you planned this we might as well have some fun.” Your fingers are replaced by your throbbing cock, the thick head at the wet entrance to my cunt. “Don’t you want me to touch you? Kiss you? Fuck you?” I wrap my legs about your lean hips. “I love you. I’ve been watching you for so long wanting…” A small smile crosses your lips as you lean down placing your mouth at my ear whispering a story about the love and obsession one poor marine has for a mysterious woman. You say that in the end they have a love that could last forever. Getting What You Want As Rick entered The Falcon's Nest, he heard The Cure's "Friday, I'm in Love" and smiled. Not his favorite song, but damn, he was glad it was Friday. It only took a few seconds of scanning the crowded bar to find his friends sitting in a corner booth near the back. He smiled until he noticed Josh was there. Crap! There was something vaguely unsettling about Josh that bothered him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. But, if he wanted to hang out with his two best friends, Mark and Andrew, he would have to put up with Josh. He missed the days it was just the three of them. They all met back in college and over the years they had started a tradition of getting together on Fridays, usually at this bar. The Falcon's Nest hadn't started out as a gay bar, but somehow over the years it had become one. Friday nights were typically pretty busy and one of the guys always tried to get there early and grab a booth. He wound his way through the crowds and clouds of smoke as he made his way over, noting that a lot of the bar's regulars were already there trolling for fresh meat. He slid into the booth as Andrew moved over to make room. "Hey, Rick. I just ordered you a beer." He flashed his friend a smile. "Thanks! I need one. What a day!" He glanced across the table at the tall blonde directly across from him and tried to keep the smile pasted on. "Josh." "Hey." Josh was a man of few words and usually barely seemed to look at him. But tonight he could have sworn he saw a hint of a smile tug at his lips and a twinkle in his emerald green eyes. Interesting, he thought to himself. But he let his eyes skip over to quiet man with the bright red hair, pale skin and freckles sitting next to Josh. Mark was smiling and rolling his eyes. He wasn't too sure about Josh either. But Rick was pretty sure he knew why: Andrew. Anyone with eyes could see Mark was crazy over Andrew. Well, anyone but Andrew saw it. He wasn't too sure when Mark started looking at Andrew differently, but he knew it was at least a couple of years ago when he had noticed the change in his demeanor around Andrew. Personally, he thought if they did get together, they would be good for each other. But, Andrew was blind to it all. Andrew was a nurse at the local ER and had been working a late shift when several firemen had been brought in by ambulance. There had been a bad fire at an apartment building just south of the hospital and their captain was worried they had inhaled too much smoke. He wanted them checked out. Josh was one of the firemen and Andrew was assigned as his nurse. Andrew had crushed on him hard. So hard, that he apparently invited him to join them at their next Friday night outing at The Falcon's Nest. Not surprisingly, Josh had shown up. Andrew was cute with his shaggy brown hair that curled around his ears, his deep brown eyes and his full pink lips. The broad shoulders and dark curly hair that covered his 5'11" muscular frame only added to his sexiness. He was 27 years old, same as Mark and Rick, but he still had those boyish good looks that so many men found attractive. So, nobody had been surprised when Josh showed up. What had been surprising was that he showed absolutely no interest in Andrew whatsoever. Not as far as dating or hooking up, that was. No, it appeared he thought of Andrew as a buddy; a friend. After about a month, Andrew finally realized nothing was going to happen and his crush faded, but Josh had slowly become part of their group. Poor Mark, though. He was still green with jealousy. Once again, Rick wondered how long that unrequited love could go on. Someday, he was going to pull Mark aside and tell him he needed to kick it into gear and tell Andrew how he felt. Their beers arrived and after some discussion over the appetizer menu they decided to order some mozzarella sticks and nachos to share. Rick turned in his seat and scanned the bar, checking things out. He felt restless. Anxious. He needed to get laid. It had been three weeks. Luckily, the bar seemed to be filled with hot, young men in tight jeans. God, he loved a tight little ass. He wondered if the guy he had picked up was around again, but quickly shot that thought down. He had a rule: one-night stands only. Picking up the same guy twice was too close to some semblance of a relationship and that was not anything he wanted. He turned his attention back to the conversation at the table and caught Josh staring at him rather intently. Crap, he was busted! Josh knew he was looking for some ass. It wasn't anything he really tried to hide, but he still blushed under Josh's knowing gaze. Everyone knew he wasn't interested in relationships; he had tried that once about three years ago. Gave his whole heart away. And it was delivered back to him in pieces. Shattered into shards of glass and then ground into his soul. Months of wallowing and depression later, he had finally emerged a new man. One that would never go through that again. Now, he only went for the easy, quick score. Young- well at least 21- hot, usually blonde. They were always so willing to give it up to him. Everything was nice and tidy. He got what he wanted. They got what they wanted. And he never had to see them again. He realized he was still looking into Josh's eyes and tore his gaze away when he realized Mark was asking him something. "Sorry. What, Mark?" He mumbled. "I asked if you were still in the running for that promotion?" Rick nodded. "Yeah, I had a second interview yesterday. Went well. But, I may not know for a couple of weeks." He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he really wanted this promotion. Wanted it so bad he could taste it. He had worked at the same financial firm for three years and found that he liked working in the auditing department. It came natural to him. When his boss announced he would be retiring at the end of the month, he had encouraged Rick to apply for the position. "Running the department would mean a pretty decent raise in pay, too. I was thinking maybe I could finally ditch my little one bedroom apartment and find a bigger two bedroom. I would love to have an extra room for an office or a guest room." "Hey, you could check out our complex," said Andrew. "There are a few open units." Rick smiled. Mark and Andrew split the rent on a two bedroom. It was really nice; had a great pool, too. "That's definitely a good idea!" "I'm in the complex just down the road from them," Josh injected into the conversation. "It's got a nice pool, too, and a great workout room." Rick glanced at him, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He felt himself tense. Oh, my god! Did Josh just wink at me again, he asked himself. Surely, not. He fidgeted in his seat. Looked over at the bar and saw a cute little blonde staring at him and giggling with his friend. Tight jeans. Tighter t-shirt. Hmm, he was going to hit the men's room and then introduce himself. "Be back, guys," he said. He felt Josh watching him as he walked away and once again wondered if he was just imagining things. Josh wasn't really his type. Okay, that was a lie. Josh was damn sexy. He had strawberry blonde hair that he wore a little shaggy, causing it to curl up over his ears a little and around his collar. And the way it fell over his forehead made Rick want to reach over and brush at it with his fingers more than once. His eyes were gorgeous emerald green and his strong facial features boasted a seemingly permanent five o'clock shadow. There was no denying that Josh was built: broad shoulders, tall, probably around 6'4", and what skin Rick had seen (which wasn't much) was very muscular. But, he reminded himself, Josh wasn't his type. At least not now, anyway. He used to be. Rick used to go for the strong, silent type. Used to love being wrapped up in big, muscular arms. Then Gregory broke his heart and he had sworn to never give his heart away again. He found it was easy to do as long as he stayed away from men that seemed strong and powerful. No, he was safe fucking around with a twink here and there. He made sure he was always in charge. No strings-attached. That kept him satisfied. He had worked hard for three years to convince himself of that. His friends had tried to show him the error of his ways more than once, but he hadn't changed his mind. He washed his hands and checked himself out in the mirror. Not too shabby. His dark brown hair was thick and parted to the side. Dark brown eyebrows sat above his blue eyes. His face was clean-shaven and when he smiled, his dimples showed. He was 5'11" and had a lean build. Running helped him stay in shape. Tonight he wore a pair of faded 501s and a blue long sleeve V-neck top. He finished checking himself out and decided to head out and say hello to that cutie at the bar. As he stepped out of the men's room he ran smack into Josh. Literally. Before he could even think, Josh dragged him down the hall a little into a corner and had him pressed up against the wall. "What the fuck, Josh?" he ground out. But Josh wasn't really listening. His eyes were flashing with something. Desire? Passion? He had one hand on Rick's stomach and the other braced against the wall as he leaned forward, his hot breath teasing Rick's ear. "You need a real man, Rick. Not another twink." His husky voice sent a shudder through Rick's body. Rick tried to ignore the tingling feeling all over his body. "You don't know what you're talking about, Josh! You don't even know me." "Really? You don't think I know you?" He pulled back and then leaned his forehead against Rick's. "You don't think I know how much you want a real man to hold you? To make you feel good? You know you're tired of those young things. You need a man to take you and fuck you until you are so satisfied you can't even get out of bed." Rick tried to calm his breathing. His heart was racing. "You're wrong," he whispered back. Unfortunately he sounded less than confident. Trembling didn't help his case, either, when Josh's hand began sliding down his belly and stopped at the hard bulge in his pants. Josh cupped his dick and squeezed a little. Rick moaned. Fuck! He didn't want to moan. Josh laughed low. "Sure. I'm wrong." Rick wanted to yell at his body for betraying him. He didn't need this complication in his life right now. But it was too late. Josh was leaning forward and he felt his lips brush against his own. Lightning shot from his lips directly to his dick and he moaned again. Josh heard the moan and went in for more. He pressed his lips against Rick's and instantly possessed his mouth. He pushed his tongue through Rick's lips and suddenly their tongues were dueling. Dancing together as they swirled and tasted each other. Josh closed the space between them and pressed his body against Rick and things heated up immediately. Suddenly hands were everywhere, roaming each other's bodies, in each other's hair and they were grinding against each other. Josh pulled back and smiled when Rick cried out quietly, "No!" "Go back to the table and tell the guys you have a headache. Wait in your car and you can follow me to my apartment." Rick didn't even care that it wasn't a question. There was no way he could deny Josh's order and he didn't want to. He pulled himself together as Josh headed into the men's room. Rick had to adjust his cock before he walked out of the hallway and back into the main bar. He didn't even glance over at the young man pouting as he walked by without any sort of acknowledgement. Andrew and Mark were digging into the nachos as he slid back into the booth. He felt horrible lying to them, but he couldn't tell him he was leaving with Josh. Not yet. "Hey guys. Look, I have a headache. I think I am going to head home early." He hoped his voice sounded normal, but he thought he noticed a quiver. Fuck! What was happening? "You do look a little flushed. Maybe you're coming down with something. Do you want me to drive you home?" Andrew asked. Flushed. Yeah, his whole body was probably flushing, he felt so heated. He tried to play it off. "Nah, I'm fine. Probably just tired from a long week. I'll check in with you guys this weekend." "Okay, but don't forget the football game on Sunday. Come on over to our place around 11am or so. The game starts at noon." He nodded at Mark and promised to be there before he took off for the parking lot. He saw Josh out of the corner of his eye and felt his stomach quiver as if he had touched him again. If Josh could do this with just one kiss and a touch, he may not survive the night! Back at the booth, Josh was telling the guys he just got called in for a shift and had to go. They made him promise to join them on Sunday to watch the football game and he agreed, telling them he would bring his famous chipotle dip and chips. He waved good-bye and walked out the door. Andrew and Mark looked at each other and laughed. "Did you see the stubble burn on Rick's face?" Mark asked. "I know! I can't believe they think they're fooling us! Rick's hair was a mess. And Josh looked like the cat that caught the canary." Mark almost spit out his beer, he laughed so hard. "Poor Rick... I doubt he's ever been a canary!" "Well, we've talked about it before. I'm kind of surprised it took this long. I think Josh has been lusting after Rick for months. Rick has just been too stupid to see it!" Mark smiled. He knew what that was like. He spent his time hoping Andrew would wake up and see the love he wanted to share. Maybe he should take a page from Josh's playbook and make a move. Thought for a minute and realized he was chicken. Nope, not ready, he decided. As they laughed together over Josh and Rick, neither noticed the hunky blonde watching them until he was standing right next to their table. "How's it going?" The stranger asked, looking directly at Mark. Mark smiled, figuring he was here to hit on Andrew. "Good. I'm Mark and this is Andrew." He offered his hand and they shook. The stranger held his hand just a little longer than was necessary, but he didn't think too much about it. "I'm Evan. You two here together?" he asked, again looking directly at Mark. A blush crept across his cheeks as he realized Evan was interested in him, not Andrew. He started to tell him, no, they weren't together in that sense and was going to invite him to join them, Andrew spoke up. "Yes. We are." He slid his hand across the table and clasped Mark's hand and looked directly at Evan. Mark was shocked and his hand tingled from Andrew's touch. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he played along, smiling back. "Well, can't blame a guy for trying, Sexy." He smiled once more at Mark and disappeared into the crowd. Andrew let go of Mark's hand. "You're welcome." "What the hell, Andrew?" "What? Are you upset? I was saving you." Andrew seemed surprised at his friends reaction. "Saving me? From the hunky man that was interested in me? Seriously?" "You thought he was hot?" Andrew seemed surprised. "Uh, yes!" "Oh, I thought...I didn't realize... um, do you want me to go smooth things over?" Mark sighed. "No, the moment has passed." Andrew smiled. Honestly, he had no idea what made him do what he did. When Evan walked up, he felt this primal urge to get rid of him. Something he had never felt before. But he didn't like the way he had looked at Mark; like he wanted to devour him. Mark was sweet. He needed someone to treat him right. Fuck! Now his dick was hard. What the hell? "Hey, let's get out of here. Want to go home and watch a movie?" Mark grinned. "Yeah. Sounds great." Rick sat outside in his car, listening to the radio and having what was close to becoming a panic attack. His breath was coming in short pants and he had no idea what was happening. Well, he did, but he didn't understand why it was happening. And Josh was trouble. He wasn't the 'fuck him once and leave him' kind of guy. No, he was the 'fuck him once and never leave his bed again' kind of guy. The hot, sexy, caring fireman... brave, hot, and most likely a stud in the sheets. Fuck! He was so hard it hurt and all he could think about was getting naked with Josh. He leaned his head against the steering wheel and tried to slow his breathing. Josh saw Rick sitting in his car and pulled up behind him. He rolled the window down and hollered for him to follow his car. Rick nodded and pulled out after him, keeping a close eye on his car. Rick's breathing slowed some as he drove, allowing him to focus on following Josh. He turned the music up and rolled the window down a little, letting in some cool breeze. He was having some second thoughts, but something was drawing him to Josh. He wondered if that uneasy feeling he had around him all the time was because he was attracted to him and had tried to deny it. And that kiss! Wow! Mind-blowing. Zipped right to his dick. He was still rock hard. They arrived at the apartment in less than five minutes and Rick parked and turned off his car. He sat for a few minutes, though. What was he doing? He warred with his feelings. What if he couldn't maintain control? What if he gave in? He had built a careful wall around his heart and was in no rush to see that crumble. The knock on his window had him turning and looking up at Josh. He opened his door but stayed seated. "You getting out? Or planning an escape?" Josh joked as he leaned on the door. If only he knew he wasn't far from the truth. Rick smiled and climbed out. Josh didn't pull back, instead trapping him between his arms and leaning down for a quick kiss. It was soft. Gentle. And still had him shaking with desire. Josh pulled back. "You taste so sweet." He licked his lips. Rick bit his bottom lip and looked away. Josh cupped his chin and pulled his face back to look into his eyes. "Hey, tell me what's going on. If you're not into me, just be honest." Rick took a deep breath. "I have to admit, this came as a surprise to me." "Really? I have been lusting after you for months," Josh teased. "I'm surprised you didn't pick up on it." Rick's eyes widened. "I had no idea..." "I know. You were too wrapped up in how many little twinks you could fuck." He laughed at Rick's shocked look. "Come on. Let's go up to my apartment. We can take things slow. Nothing has to happen that you don't want to happen. I promise." Rick swallowed hard and nodded. He was never this nervous. This wasn't like him at all. He was the one who usually took control. He tried to figure out what the hell was going on as Josh grabbed his hand and pulled him close while they walked to the apartment. In minutes they were inside and Josh flipped on the light and tossed his keys onto the table by the door. "Want a beer?" "Sure, sounds good." "Have a seat." Josh gestured over to the sofa. "I'll be right out." Rick looked around the living room as he sat down on the large black leather sofa. There was a matching chair and ottoman and huge flat screen on the wall across from the sofa. Several nice art prints hung on the walls. But the showpiece was the coffee table. Josh walked out with two cold bottles of beer and saw Rick running his hands over the top of the coffee table. "Like that?" "Definitely! Where did you get it?" "I made it. Used several old wine crates and then added the grey marble slab in the middle." "You made this? It's amazing!" Josh shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I like to make things with my hands. Want to see a few other things I've made?" Rick jumped up. "Love to." They spent the next little while wandering around the apartment as he pointed out different pieces he had made. He called the style "Industrial". Lots of metal and wood combined. Rick was amazed at each piece, but he especially loved the buffet in the dining area. Josh had used reclaimed wood and metal, with unique metal handles for the drawers. Getting What You Want "Wow, Josh. I had no idea." Rick was impressed. "You have an incredible talent." They were standing in the hall, looking at a small shelf he had just finished the previous week. Rick asked him a lot of questions, genuinely interested in Josh's answers. "It's just a hobby. I like to go to flea markets and find things I can use to create something." He seemed a little shy talking about it, but answered Rick's questions. "Well, I am really impressed. The pieces are beautiful. I am not very creative. Although, I have often thought about taking a ceramics class. I think that's something I would enjoy. Maybe make a bowl or vase. Something nice. I don't know... maybe not." He had never told anyone that for fear people might think he was too girly. "Are you kidding me?" Josh's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I just signed up for a class at that ceramics place that just opened at Broadway and Tenth!" "No way!" Rick was surprised. He had been planning on checking out the shop this weekend. "You should sign up. It could be fun," Josh said as he stood a little closer. "I think we could have a lot of fun together, Rick." He leaned over and nipped at Rick's neck, just in the little curve at his shoulders. Heard Rick groan. "What do you think?" He licked where he had just nipped. "Do you think we could have some fun?" "Yes." He hissed out as Josh took his beer and set it on the little table in the hall, next to his empty one. Josh made his move. He slid his arms around Rick's waist and pulled him close. "I can't be this close to you anymore without kissing you," he whispered. Suddenly his lips crashed into Rick's. The kiss was anything but soft and gentle. It was demanding. Hot. Josh took control and pressed his tongue against Rick's lips and slipped it into his mouth. Their tongues once again tangled and suddenly Josh was sucking on Rick's tongue. One hand was roaming his back while the other slipped down and cupped Rick's ass. Rick moaned into Josh's mouth and pulled away. "Fuck! You make me so hard!" Josh smiled. "I know." Rick rolled his eyes. "Damn. You are so humble, aren't you?" But he didn't care. His body was aching for more. But, Josh just took his hand and walked him back to the living room and sat him down on the couch. Rick was confused. After the kiss at the bar and the order to come back to his apartment, he had been prepared for some hot and heavy making out the second they walked in the door, but instead Rick had just offered him a beer and they talked. Now here they were hot for each other again and instead of dragging him to the bedroom, he was seated on the couch again. His brow furrowed as he glanced at Josh. He looked so calm; so relaxed. Had he read the cues wrong? Josh laughed. "What's going on in that brain of yours, huh?" He reached over and caressed Rick's jawline with his fingers, let them trail down his neck. Rick leaned a little towards his hand and then let his head fall against the back of the sofa as his whole body began to sizzle. Josh's fingers were slowly tracing little circles at the curve of his neck, then dipping under the neckline, playing with the wispy hairs he found. Rick moaned. "You like being touched like that, don't you?" Rick licked his lips. "Mmm." Josh leaned in to nip his neck again. He whispered, "You need someone who knows how to treat you; someone who would spend hours pleasuring you." "Mmm," was all Rick could say. He was losing himself to the tender touches. "You know, I think you and I are a lot alike." He nipped again, lower towards his collarbone. "I think you like to be in control. And I know I like to be in control. That's why you turn to all those young eager guys willing to take your cock." "Yes," he whispered back, as he tried to reach over and touch Josh's chest. "Not yet. We need to talk." Josh pulled away and looked at Rick, waiting for him to focus and look back at him. When he finally looked into Josh's eyes the intensity of his gaze made his cock twitch. Josh stayed quiet for a minute, watching him. He was a thrown off balance a little at the sight of Rick's swollen lips. He had to restrain himself from attacking his mouth. His fingers raked through his hair as he broke the gaze. "Look," he began, his voice a little rough, "like I said, we need to talk. This is not something I do. I never bring a guy back to my place. And if you were anybody else I would have already fucked you and left the bed." Rick was shocked at his candor and wasn't sure how to reply. He didn't need to, though, because Josh started talking again. "Truth? I have wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you. Then the more I got to know you, the more I was attracted to you. I have watched you chasing after and catching a lot of guys, but I don't think that completely satisfies you, does it?" Rick took a deep breath; he shook his head. If Josh was going to lay it all out on the table, then he would at least be truthful, too. Josh scooted closer to whisper in his ear, "I want to be the man to give you what you need. I want to make you scream out my name and beg for more, Rick." Rick's skin was thrumming all over. He reached over and placed his hand on Josh's thigh, rubbing it up and down a little. "If I am way off base, let me know now, but, I wanted to be upfront about tonight. I am breaking all of my rules with you, you know." He reached over and tugged at Rick's lower lip, tracing it with his thumb. Felt Rick tremble. "Yeah. I know what you want. You act like you want the control, but you want to be taken, don't you? You want to give in completely to another man. You want to be fucked hard." Rick froze; he stayed quiet. Waited. Josh laughed low. "When I was younger, I fucked some pussy but when I gave in to my urge and finally buried my dick balls deep into a hot little ass, I knew there was no going back. I was gay. Nothing had ever felt better. And all I have been able to think about for months is bending you over and fucking you until my balls slapped against your tight ass over and over. You want that, too, don't you? You like the idea of my hard cock being inside of you." Rick could hardly breathe. The words coming from Josh's lips, with that husky, sexy voice, were going to make him cum hard in his jeans before anything could even start! He tried to focus on anything else. But then Josh leaned in again and he felt his hot breath on his ear. "Tell me what you want, Rick," he whispered. "I can make all of your fantasies come true tonight if you trust me and let me show you. Just tell me what you want..." Rick moaned; licked his lips. He was so close to admitting the truth. He squeezed Josh's leg. "Come on, Ricky. Admit to me that you like a big dick in your ass... that you like big, heavy balls slapping your ass... I bet you even like the feeling of a man's hot cum dripping out of your ass. Is that what you want? Do you like that?" Josh was nuzzling his ear with his tongue and hot breath. "Tell me, Ricky. Let me show you pleasure like you've never known." Rick closed his eyes and gave in to the imagery flooding his mind. His cock was so hard it hurt to be pressed against his jeans. "Fuck!" He cried out, opening his eyes. "How did you know? Yes, I want you to fuck my ass! Yes, I want you balls deep! I want everything you said. And fuck, yes I want to feel your load spilling out of my ass. Fuck me, Josh. NOW!" He didn't care anymore. He couldn't hold back! That was all Josh needed to hear and he pressed himself against Rick, pushing him back into the sofa. Instantly they were a tangle of arms, as they both tried to pull the other's shirt off in an effort to feel skin on skin contact. Josh laughed and pulled back, lifting Rick's shirt off. The laughter stopped when he saw his gorgeous chest. "Oh, damn, you are so hot!" He reached out and traced circles around the perfect little nipples that stood erect; traced the trail of light hair that ran down the center of his stomach and disappeared into his jeans. He yanked his own shirt off and just sat there and leaned in to place light kisses down his chest, making sure to give special attention to both nipples. Rick inhaled sharply and arched up into his mouth. "Fuck! Your tongue is so hot! Yesss!" Josh pulled back and looked up into his eyes. "You like my tongue, huh?" "God, yes!" He reached down and ran his hands through Josh's hair. "I want that tongue everywhere!" "I think that can be arranged," he said and slowly began to pull his button-fly open. One button at a time. He was agonizingly slow and he smiled as Rick moved restlessly against him, silently urging him to hurry up. "Patience, Ricky. Patience," he admonished him, but his tone was teasing. He liked that Rick was so open to the sensations. "I need you, Josh," Rick panted out, unashamed with the intense craving crashing over him. "What do you need?" Josh teased again, his voice low. "I need...I need you to..." he was unable to continue as he felt Josh's hand slide in through his open fly and wrap his hand around his throbbing cock. "Mmmm." Josh let go of Rick's cock and heard him groan. "Noo..." he whispered. "Don't stop." "Hang on, we have too many clothes on." Rick agreed and they both hurriedly stripped down to their boxers, letting clothes fall in a heap to the floor. Rick stood in the living room and felt suddenly vulnerable. He really didn't know Josh that well, but somewhere inside him he knew he could trust him. So he met his gaze and then watched as Josh let his eyes roam slowly down his body and then back up, stopping each way to linger at his swollen crotch. He blushed at the look of approval Josh gave him when he met his gaze again. He let himself check out Josh, too. God, he was hairy. Why, oh why had he stopped liking hairy men? He wanted to drag his fingers through all that gorgeous hair. The trail narrowed as it reached his belly button and then dipped farther down and into his boxers. He smirked a little when he saw Josh's tented boxers. He liked knowing he made Josh hard. He looked up at Josh and saw the desire flashing there. Suddenly he was enveloped in Josh's strong, muscular arms and their lips were mashed together in a passionate kiss. He gave in and let Josh take control. He almost whimpered at the sensations his hands were creating on his back. When he felt Josh's hands slide down and cup his ass, pulling Rick hard against him, he moaned into the kiss. Rick's hands slid up into his hair and raked his fingers through the full, thick locks. "Fuck!" Josh growled, pulling away from Rick. "You are so fucking sexy!" He pushed Rick down to the sofa and reached for his boxers. "These are coming off!" Rick lifted his hips and let Josh pull the boxers off, causing his hard dick to slam back against his stomach. Josh leaned down and buried his face in Rick's pubes, taking a long, deep breath. "God, your smell is overwhelming. I can't get enough of it. And I knew your cock would be perfect." His voice was a breathy whisper as he began to stroke Rick's 7" cock slowly. "Lay down, Ricky. Show me what you want." The voice in Rick's head was screaming. Show him what he wanted? He wasn't sure he could, yet all he could think about was being taken from behind. He once again warred with his emotions. But in the end his desire overtook him and he relaxed, giving in to everything. He wanted it all. Josh leaned back as he watched Rick flip over to his stomach and lay down on the sofa. He stretched his arms above his head and then rose up on his knees, causing his ass to be up in the air, his cheeks spread enough to show his tight pink puckered little hole. He looked back at Josh, who was gazing upon his ass like he was a starving man and had just been offered his last meal. Something came over Rick and he brazenly wiggled his ass. "See something you like?" He whispered. Josh broke out in a grin and looked into his eyes. "Yeah, Ricky, I do." Rick shuddered. He didn't know why Josh kept calling him Ricky and normally he would not have liked it. But when the name fell from Josh's lips, it made him hot. He turned his head forward and pressed his face down into the sofa. Josh stared at the beautiful ass offered to him and his cock was so hard he was afraid he was going to blow his load before he even got a taste. "Wait here, Ricky," he whispered and left the living room for a minute. Rick glanced back when he returned and smiled when he saw that Josh had removed his boxers. His hard, cut cock was huge. Bigger than his by at least an inch and much thicker. His breath froze in his throat as he watched Josh get on his knees between his legs, pushing them a little farther apart. Rick turned away and reached under his belly to stroke his throbbing member. "Ricky? Look at me." His voice was shaky; his passion already on the edge. He waited until Rick turned back to look at him, eyes dark and glazed over. "How long has it been?" Rick knew what he meant. "It's been three years since I have been topped," he admitted. Josh waited. Knew there was more to come. And then the flood gates broke. "But I need it. I want this more than anything. Everything you said earlier was right. I need a real man inside. I need to be fucked hard, Josh." His voice was full of emotion as he admitted his desires. "Please, please fuck me! I don't think I can wait another minute!" He dropped his voice to a whisper. "And god, yes, I want your hot cum dripping out of my ass! I want it more than I can even say." Rick's whispered admission spurred him on. He grabbed Rick's ass cheeks and pulled them apart and crushed his face against that hole. He smelled clean and fresh and powerful and he had to taste that sexy little hole. His tongue darted out and licked across the opening; swirled it around the edge. Rick jerked and cried out at the incredible feeling of Josh's hot tongue at his opening. "Fuck! Mother fucking good! Hot!" The trashy talk coming from the sexy man he was rimming only fueled his desire further. He didn't hold back, knowing he had permission to go as far as he wanted. He pressed his tongue into the opening, finally breaching that tight little ring. Fuck! He tasted amazing. He fucked him over and over with his tongue and knew Rick was on the edge. He pulled back and grabbed the lube he had retrieved from his room a few minutes ago. He squirted it out and let it run down Rick's crack, using his fingers to rub it into his pink little pucker. "Fuck! That feels good, Josh." When he heard Rick say his name, he felt himself losing control. "That's right, you like it, don't you Ricky?" "Mmm," he moaned out as he felt Josh's finger pressing at his opening. "Slide it in!" He begged. Josh pressed through and slid it up to second knuckle. God, his channel was so tight. Hot. He slowly began finger fucking him and stroking his cock at the same time. He felt all the precum dripping down his dick and used it to help lube his cock a little. Soon he slid another finger in and scissored them around inside, getting him ready. He brushed against that sweet spot and felt Rick go rigid. "Fuck! Oh, fuck me, please!" He cried out. Josh pulled his fingers out and grabbed Rick's hips, yanking him back roughly so that his dick was lined up with Rick's ass. He knew this was going to hurt some, but he hoped he had given him enough time to be ready. Josh pushed his cock hard, feeling the mushroom head pop through the ring and suddenly he was being squeezed like a vice. "So fucking tight!" he hissed out through his clenched teeth. Rick had cried out at the burning pain for at first, but soon felt himself rocking back, begging for him to go deeper. "Fuck me, Josh," he whispered, pleading. Josh pulled back a tiny bit and then rocked into him hard, pushing against the tight walls that were trying to milk him. He heard Rick scream and suddenly found himself balls deep in Rick's ass. And it was heaven. "Like goddamn velvet. Hot, slick, tight velvet." He chanted quietly as he tried to stay still and give Rick time to get accustomed to him. But Rick was grinding his ass against him. "I don't want to hurt you," Josh said, his voice straining with need. "You won't," Rick assured him. "You know what I need. I need to be fucked until I scream; fucked until I'm filled with cum. Fuck me like I'm..." he stopped, unsure if he could say it out loud. "Fuck you like you're what?" But Josh knew the answer. He didn't need to hear the words this time. He knew. "Fuck you like you're my bitch? My slut?" "Yes!" he cried out as he felt Josh get into a rhythm of pumping in and out, sliding across his sweet spot over and over. "Make me your bitch tonight. Please!" "Oh, yeah, that's it... that's how a bitch takes it in the ass," he growled as he pulled his dick out and slammed back in. "Fuck! You are such a little slut! Only sluts take a big cock balls deep like this. Such a little bitch. How long have you wanted to be a bitch?" "Always!" Rick admitted, unashamedly, as Josh fucked him. He tried to start stroking his own cock, but Josh told him no. "You are going to cum without your hand. Just from being fucked. Understand?" He nodded and pressed his face into the sofa, letting Josh pounded into him over and over. He was letting him use his ass and he loved it. He relinquished all control and it felt incredible. His senses were heightened as he closed his eyes and his body move with and against Josh's thrusts. When Josh's hands rubbed his ass, he felt electrical currents zing through this body and he could feel Josh's dick throbbing inside him. Both men were lost in the sensations of fucking. The only sounds were the slick wet sounds Josh's cock made as it pummeled his ass and the thud of those full, heavy balls as they smacked against Rick's ass. His body tensed and he couldn't believe it- he was going to cum and his dick hadn't even been touched! This had never happened in his life. "Josh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he cried out. Hearing that pushed Josh over the edge and his thrusts became harder, his hard cock frantic for release. And then his balls tensed and his cock spasmed inside Rick's ass. "Fuck! Get ready slut!" He growled as he poured his seed deep into Rick's ass as he found himself in the throes of the most intense orgasm of his life. Words poured from his lips as he came; words he barely knew he was crying out. "Best. Fuck. Ever. Perfect ass! You are fucking perfect. Fucking amazing! Fuck!" Rick had reached his climax just as he felt Josh's hot cum coat his insides. Knowing he was being filled with all that cum made him explode into his own orgasm, shooting ropes of his spunk onto the sofa. He cried out the same thing over and over. "Josh! Josh! Josh!" When they both finally came down and worked to calm their breathing, Josh pulled out and rolled Rick over onto his back before laying down next to him on the sofa and pulled him close. They kissed softly and nuzzled into each other, enjoying the afterglow. A while later, when they were finally able to speak again, Josh raised up on his elbow and looked into Rick's eyes. He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. "Let me know when you are ready for round two," he said as his eyes twinkled. "I get to be the bitch next." Rick laughed and smiled. "Oh, I have all sorts of plans for you, my little slut." They both smiled and continued cuddling. They had all night to explore their fantasies. Getting What You Want From the Mall Names and locations have been changed to protect the guilty... The first time I laid eyes on Derek, I knew he was trouble. He wore trendy clothes, could make any girl smile by looking at her, and attended a small, private college in Eastern Tennessee. What's wrong with all of that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing...If he doesn't find you attractive. He had found my profile on some frivolous dating site, which I am ashamed to admit now. I had created an account just for fun. I kind of wanted to see if I could find the prince charming type, but I wasn't expecting much. Even if I didn't find him, I could at least have some fun meeting new people and chatting it up with them online. I never meant for it to be more than some innocent flirting. In his profile, he had this goofy picture. He was grinning this stupid grin and wearing a red and white soccer uniform. We would spend hours chatting on AIM, making sexual innuendoes and discussing the finer points of Jenna Jameson vs. Jenna Haze. After several months of emailing, chatting, and phone calls, we finally managed to get together at a local mall. When the day arrived that we planned to meet, he was late, and I was early. It's always been like that with us, but this gave me time to be nervous. I started, second guessing everything I had done. Maybe I should have worn a skirt that covered more of my legs. Maybe I should have pulled my hair up in a ponytail instead of leaving it down. Maybe I should have worn more makeup. Maybe he was some middle-aged, stalker-pervert. Then I wondered what would happen if I ran into somebody I knew. How would I explain meeting Derek? Would they know that I met him on the internet? I shook the thoughts out of my head, and tried to calm myself. My legs looked just fine in this short skirt. My long hair was pulled back in an elegant pony tail. My makeup was simple, but it helped accentuate my full lips and sharp green eyes. If Derek was a middle-aged, stalker-pervert, I could always bail. And besides, who comes to the mall on a Saturday before noon? Anyway, the mall opened at 10:00 AM so we decided to meet at about 10:30 with no specific agenda for the day other than to meet. I guess I should have known better, but maybe we both needed something a little dangerous. It was exciting though. I'd talked to this guy for months online, but that was different. You can be anybody and say anything when, you're only connected by a phone line. It was all just fun and games before we decided to meet up in real life. Meeting in real life meant we'd both be taking a real gamble, but it would pay off. We had talked about all sorts of kinky little things we both liked: my voice, teacher, Mrs. Greene, anal sex, Asian schoolgirls, biting, and bondage. The list of our mutual fetishes went on and on. Looking back on it now, I guess we wouldn't have cared what we were doing as long as we were getting our brains fucked out. Derek requested once that I wear a skirt when we got together. He had a way of asking for things he wanted and I just couldn't turn him down. That manipulative quality would come into play later that day on more of my wardrobe. So clad in a pleated, khaki mini-skirt and cute graphic t-shirt from a shop found nearby, I parked my car in a parking lot near Borders. After flipping down the sun visor to look at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice that the back seat of the little Ford Escort was clean. I could just imagine what might go on there if things went well with Patrick. Understandably, a wicked little smile crept across my mouth when I swept one last application of lip-gloss onto my soft lips. Just as I was getting out of the car, my cell phone rang. Derek was calling, so I answered the phone with a sweet little hello. "Hey doll, what're you doin'?" His voice was always so calm and smooth in contrast to the nervous giggles that he provoked. "I just pulled in at the mall. Where are you?" I replied while checking over my shoulder to see if he might be watching me. There was the slightest pause, and then he said, "Well I'm going to be a couple minutes late, but I'd really love to still make this happen. I can make it there by 11 if you still want to hang out." "Of course I still wanna hang out!" Hell, it took me two hours to drive here. Besides, his being late would give me a chance to pick up something nice for myself at my favorite store. "Alright. Well, I'll see you at the north entrance at 11:00; and you better be wearing a skirt." He didn't give me time to reply before he hung up. Usually I hate it when people are late, but I was willing to wait for something this good. I wandered into the mall, which was practically empty being it was still early. I had 30 minutes to kill, so I paid Victoria's Secret a visit. This cute, petite blonde was behind the counter. She wore the uniform pink measuring tape around her neck with a black business suit that really accentuated the curves in her body. She gave me the usual, "Looking for anything special today?" This led to a really long lie about a special anniversary surprise. She showed me so many cute things, but nothing that I really thought Derek would like until I told her that I wanted to really get his attention. "Oh, so it's the first time for you two?" she asked with mild curiosity. "Go with something in black that's sheer. It'll be revealing enough to spark his interest, but it'll conceal any imperfections...although I don't see any." Following her advice, I limited my purchases to a sheer black teddy and a simple g-string. That same wicked little smile appeared again as I meandered to a coffee shop near the north entrance because I knew what he'd think when he saw me carrying the sacred pink bag. I kind of liked making Derek visualize me in what might be in there. It made me feel a bit naughty, but I liked being able to control his thoughts. Before I knew it, my cell phone rang again. It was Derek. This call was to tell me that he had parked his car and was getting ready to come in. My heart was racing, and my eyes went straight to the doors. A tall, young man came in with a cell phone to his ear. He was wearing a black blazer, denim jeans, and a stripped button down shirt. "I seeeee you," I taunted with a little giggle. His eyes flicked all around, and when he finally spotted me, all I could do was grin and flip my cell phone shut. He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me. He smelled so good, and he felt so strong. "You're more beautiful in real life than you were in all of your pictures, you know that?" he whispered in my ear. There was something in the way he said it to me that made it sensual. I'd never been talked to in this way in real life, and the way he said anything to me made me want him. My hand slipped into his and he pointed to the pink bag. "I didn't know they carried things in my size. Wha'd you get me, sugar?" I blushed and quickly grabbed the bag in my other hand. He smiled when he saw how embarrassed I was. "There's nothing in there to interest you." Oh yes there is. I look damn good in this, and I know it. I can't wait to show you. "Oh really? I don't believe you. Come with me to my parent's old place, and we'll see." With that, he led me out through the glass doors and to his car. On the way to the car, I joked that I didn't know if he was going to take me back to a basement and kidnap me. He asked if that would be so bad, and I could only respond with incessant giggles. I knew he was different when he opened the car door for me. It was a nice gesture, but he refused to let me drive us in my car. He cited the fact that I didn't know where we were going, but guys that don't let me drive rub me the wrong way. When he slid into the driver's seat with astounding grace, he made eye contact with me. Again, all I could do was smile. His eyes were almost scary to look at because they were such a pale blue, against his black, messy hair. "So sexy," he cooed, "I want you to know that my intentions with you are strictly dishonorable." Apparently he saw a quick flash of fear come across my face. "Aww, sugar, I'm just teasing. Promise we won't do anything you don't want to." With that, he patted me on the knee. It wasn't in a sleazy old man way, but it was just a little reassuring pat. I don't usually talk when I'm in a car, so I was prepared to lean my head against the door and listen to Derek talk about anything. He, however, wasn't prepared to let me take the easy way out. He kept asking me these really boring, predictable questions like what position I played on the basketball team and who was I planning to take to prom in the Spring. Finally, he asked, "So what're you going to do to me?" It was the first time he had even hinted at what we talked about online regularly. About that time we hit some construction. I tried to change the subject by making a cynical observation about the state road workers not really working, but he pinned the question on me again. "What do you plan to do with me?" he repeated with a grin. He knew he caught me. Since we were in a long line of traffic, I reached across the console and timidly put my hand on the inside of his thigh. "I think I'll have some very ah–stimulating conversation with a side of intense interrogation." I punctuated the end of my sentence by inching my hand further and further up his thigh. "Oh look, we're moving again!" I said, happy to put my hands back in my own lap. Derek turned his head and just stared at me with his mouth opened like a landed fish. It would have been a great moment to nibble and suck on his lip between deep kisses, but an impatient driver behind us kept honking his horn. The rest of our drive was pretty unremarkable. Not much else was said because we were both thinking about what I'd done and what that meant I'd do when he wasn't driving. I had known from day one that I wanted him. Now he was in on my little secret unless he was a whole lot dumber than I thought. "My lady, we have arrived. Stay right there," Derek announced to clear the air that was thick with our thoughts. He walked around the front of the car, hands in his pockets, and opened my door for me. As we approached the front door of a quaint house on top of a grassy hill, he reached out for my hand with his right hand, and jingled his keys in the left hand. Just as he slid the house key into the lock, he turned around and looked at me—I mean really looked at me. It was like he could see straight through me to how nervous and excited I really was. I smiled and reached behind him to turn the key and push the door open. As soon as we stepped through the door, we just lost control of ourselves. Derek pushed me up against door and kissed me deeper and with more emotion than I'd ever been kissed before. His hands rested on my hips as we raced to get his belt undone. He took a few steps backward, and then turned me to go down a hall. He pressed me up against a wall again and pressed his body against mine while fumbling to get the doorknob. I was so scared at first because I thought he would feel how fast my heart was beating through the thin shirt I was wearing. After the stupid door finally opened, he pulled me on top of him when he fell back on the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt while trying to never break contact with his mouth. His hands naturally gravitated to my ass. He slid them right under my skirt, and then let one of his fingers slip inside my panties. "Feel how wet you've made me?" I mumbled while pulling my shirt over my head. "Uh huh...there's something I want you to feel too," he said as he slipped his jeans and boxers down, off of his hips. At this point in my story, you must understand that the only time I'd seen a cock was in Jenna Jameson clips online. I would modestly say his was "above average." There's something that really drives me up the wall knowing that I've made a guy hard though, so I really enjoyed looking him over. With a sly grin I said, "Fuck...Look what I did!" "What're you gonna do to fix it?" Derek asked while stroking his cock and staring at me. I got down beside the bed on my knees, and I motioned for him to scoot closer to the edge. The whole time he had this crazy grin on his face like he couldn't believe I was going to do anything. That grin disappeared when I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and slid my lips down the shaft. A tiny whimper escaped his lips when I let my teeth gently scratch as I pulled my head back up and slowly down again. Most of the time, I would go half of the way down, but I wanted to show him how my gag spasm, or lack thereof, could be fun. I'd never tried it on a cock before, but I was sure I could take all of him. "Has a girl ever deep throated you before?" I asked when my mouth came off his cock. I let my fingers stroke him a few times, going from head to balls a few times over. "Ummm, no, not yet, babe." With that, I put my lips back around his cock, and pushed my head down a few times. When I would put as much of him inside me as I could, his cock almost always twitched. That's probably one of the best feelings when giving head. I put his hand on the back of my head because I thought he might like to control my pace for a while. It didn't really come as much surprise when he grabbed my hair and raised his hips up to push himself further into my mouth. Before I knew it, he was standing up in front of me, fucking my mouth. His grunts got faster, and faster as he got closer to cumming. I eased my hand to the base of his shaft to slow him down a bit. Even though he didn't really want me to, I slipped him out of my mouth long enough to flick my tongue around the head of his cock. My lips wrapped back around his cock once more. Then final straw for him was when I slid my hand between my legs to rub my clit and moan onto his cock. His cum came in long spurts. I pulled him out of my mouth just a bit, and I showed it to him on my tongue before I would swallow it all. I held my hand at the base of his cock while I licked him clean. "Such a good girl...Now let's take care of your wet little pussy. Go put on what you bought me today." For a second, I almost forgot about my purchases at Victoria's Secret. I reached into his jeans in the floor and got his keys out. Before I went out the door, I scooped up his shirt and buttoned a few vital buttons. I smoothed out my skirt and then skipped down the steps to unlock the driver's side door. I could see through the bedroom window that I'd just left. Derek was sitting in there watching me, gently stroking his cock still, so I bent over and let my skirt ride up around my hips. He had a nice view of a big wet spot on my panties before I reached my bag. I made sure to shake my ass a little to make sure I had his attention. I thought about sliding my panties to the side to give him a better view, but I wanted to make him wait. I locked the car door back, and then I hurried back into the house. Wasting no time, I slipped the shirt off and threw it on the back of the couch. I stepped out of my skirt right there in the living room. I wasn't wearing a bra, and my panties were easily discarded with my skirt. I stuffed my clothes into the bag and set it aside while I put on the teddy and g-string. When I snuck back into the bedroom, Derek was still there with his crazy grin on and nothing else, making his throbbing cock more prominent. I met his crazy grin with one of my own. I felt myself blush, and then I self-consciously stumbled toward the bed. Derek sat up quickly and said, "No, no, no. Show it off for me. Don't wanna waste such an opportunity" I spun around once and brushed the hair out of my face. I couldn't help but smile when he wouldn't quit staring at me. I turned around once more and noticed how his eyes lingered on my hips so I made sure to swing them as I eased over to the bed. I made a c'mere motion with my finger so he scooted to the edge of the bed. I turned my back to him and continued to grind my hips the way I would if I was riding his cock. I glanced over my shoulder long enough to see him staring at my ass through the sheer material. Again, I must remind you how much it turns me on to turn a guy on. I loved the way his eyes seemed to devour my body. Seizing the aforementioned opportunity, I ran my fingers through my hair and faced him. Derek stood up in front of me. He hesitated, leaving his hand just above my hips. It seemed like he was still drinking in my body. "Like what you see?" I whispered in his ear before I gently nibbled on his ear lobe. I pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. His hands slid up my thighs when I sat back. They slid up my back, and he pulled me down to him to kiss me. His cock was rubbing up against the lacey material covering my pussy. After a few minutes of this new-found torture, he grabbed my shoulders and rolled me over, onto my back. I knew what he wanted to do so I lifted up my hips to meet his. After pushing the thin material aside, he rubbed his cock against my clit and made me moan. My hips wiggled as I struggled to make him stop teasing me. I whimpered when I couldn't make him do what I wanted. Taking that as his cue, he finally slid himself inside of me. I'd never had something that big inside of me so it hurt a little at first, but I guess he'd accounted for that in the way he moved. He started off slow, but he just couldn't contain himself. Neither of us could really. It was crazy. I'd never wanted anybody that bad. I couldn't have enough of him in me after I got used to his size. I kept moaning, "More, Derek. More." He slammed into me harder and faster, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him further into me. I couldn't handle all of him, but it felt so good to try. Sweat was dripping off of our bodies. I could feel him getting rougher as we both got closer to cumming. I wanted to be on top for a while, so I pushed him onto his back. "Taking—control—are—we?" he panted as he watched my firm tits bounce up and down. It almost became a game for him to make them bounce, so he started fucking me harder. "Cum inside me, Derek," I grunted. "Cum in me noooooow!" I screamed as I felt myself cumming all over his cock. I can't even begin to explain what having him cum inside me felt like, but it made this orgasm so much more powerful than any other I'd ever had. Soon after we both freshened up a bit, we got back in the car. The drive back was pretty much the same timid flirting in the drive up. When we reached the parking lot where my car was, Derek got out and opened my door. I stood up to get out of the car, but he didn't move, leaving his body only a few inches from mine, but he didn't quite touch me. "So I'll see you the next time I'm in?" he asked. "Yeah, I don't have anywhere to be. Just give me a call...anytime." I looked away. "We have an audience." Derek looked to where I was, and he saw the petite redhead that was watching us. "That's an old fuck buddy. This could be fun," he said with a cocky smile.