Joel winked at me before his arms swooped down to lift me up in a ball of arms and legs, dangling like a rag doll. With swinging limbs, I felt boneless as Joel made his way from the living room through the dining room and down the hall.

“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” My words echoed through the house, competing with the sounds of howling winds and rocks scraping at the stuccoed exterior of my home.

Joel leaned his head down, speaking just above my face, “You didn’t actually think we were done, did you? I’m taking you to the room and then I’m going to fuck you like it’s my job and I’m looking for a promotion. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like we have a long night ahead of us.”

“Don’t you know it.”

With his back to the bedroom door, he pushed the door wide open, pivoted his feet, and launched me through the air to land on the bed. The mound of sheets bundled atop the bed broke my fall, digging into my back in the most discomforting of places, and I fisted and kicked them until the bed was nearly stripped down to one sheet.

This tall, block of a man stood at the end of the bed with a shaft glistening with pre-come and a smirk that said he knew how to use it. Instead of looking put off by my wrestling match with the linens, he seemed excited by it. I fisted the lone sheet that survived my assault and let my legs fall open in invitation. Joel’s eyes roared to life, his cock lurching at the prospect of burrowing into my depths. I followed his eyes like a snake looking to strike. He looked dead between my legs, searching between the cave of my thighs in the darkness of the room. Teasing wasn’t usually in my repertoire, but one-night stands weren’t either. Besides, it didn’t really count if we both knew that I would put out. So when I swayed my legs from side to side, I didn’t exactly know what to anticipate next.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, watching my legs as they shifted on the bed. Of all the things he could have done or said, it wasn’t the deadpanned face and honest growl that I was expecting. Especially coming from a man who probably had lines of models all waiting to wrap their lithe bodies around his mountain of muscles.

“You know that, don’t you? You look all sweet and innocent, wholesome even. I just want to dick you down and make you fucking filthy.” Joel gripped the base of his shaft, his fist shoving into a smattering of dark hair while he pumped his hand up and down the length of his erection. A bead of moisture licked along my cleft, priming me for the slab of meat his hand beat into an erect pole ready to penetrate.

He climbed over the edge of the bed, and I lifted my hips to greet him, willing him to jump straight to it, marking foreplay officially over. I’d never been so ready, never wanted someone, never wanted to fuck as much as I did at that moment with Joel, cock-in-hand, hard as stone, and burning with a need that mirrored my own. His other hand skated up my calf, past my knee to grip my thigh. He pulled me down across the bed, causing my legs to widen with the jerk of my hips.

“Ah,” I yelped, more surprised by the sudden movement than the grip on my thigh that promised to bruise if he continued holding me as he was.

“So soft, so smooth, so needy.” He pawed at my clit like a cat playing with a string of yarn. I guess in a way that was exactly what I was, a toy ready to be manipulated by expert hands. Maybe I should have cared about being more than a sex-object, maybe I should have cared about a lot of things, but at that moment all I seemed to care about were those thick thighs shifting between my legs and him shoving every inch of himself inside me. I wanted to remember the night I only seemed to catch glimpses of through liquor-drenched thoughts. A night that seemed to taunt me with the heat of his closeness or the occasional glimpse of his body.

He pulled back abruptly, still resting on his knees with his cock in hand. Those green eyes watched me, watched while I stared dumbfounded as to his change in direction. It was there in his smile that I felt assured that nothing had changed from one moment to the next.

I scooted closer, lining our bodies up so he could feel the heat escaping from between my thighs, let him sweat over that. Except, he was onto me as I inched my hips down the bed and wrapped my legs around his back to lock him between my thighs.

“Do you always get what you want?” he asked.

“It’s kind of in the job description. So, yes, I try very hard to get what I want.”

“I like a girl with determination.” He shifted back into my interlocked ankles as far as he could go, still smiling and pumping his dick like this was just another ordinary day in his world. He did have one leg up on teasing, but I wasn’t lying about getting what I wanted, and right then I wanted him. My legs dropped from around him and I rocketed up, nearly toppling us both with my momentum. My hand slid down his body before locking on my target. I squeezed the inside of his groin, lodging both hands against the inside of his thighs to make more room for me.

With his hand holding the base of his dick, my lips wrapped around his heated shaft, taking him in one fell swoop. My lips closed down at the base of his hands, and I looked up just in time to catch the whites of his eyes as they rolled back in his head from sheer pleasure. I tongued the underside of his veiny shaft, licking my way back up to the tip where his barbell sparkled like a hidden treasure ready to be explored by my wandering tongue. He tasted like a man was supposed to taste: a bit musky, a bit salty, a little sweet. My tongue caressed his length, molding around the girth of his erection.

Like the rest of Joel, his dick was damn-near obscene with how large it was, and with every bob of my head, I feared showing my novice by gagging all over him. While I didn’t deep-throat like a pro, I made up for it by lavishing what parts of him I could fit in my mouth. I took my time, teasing him with measured licks and a light scraping of teeth. His breath stilled and his body tightened, and I could feel him thicken in my mouth and his balls nestle tighter to his body. Just when I felt he was about to blow, I eased up, letting my cheeks puff out to grant space for his cock to bob in my mouth. I worked my way back up to his cock-head, taking the tip of his barbell between my front teeth. I gave a slight tug and felt his cock throb with the movement of his piercing.

“Be careful of your teeth. I wouldn’t want you to chip them on it.” Looking up, he winked and I knew that he knew that from experience and not to be arrogant or condescending. I let the metal fall from my teeth and sucked it between my lips. His dick rose with the suction of his piercing.

“Does that hurt?”

“No, that feels amazing. Don’t stop. Please.”

“And if I did?”

“That would make you sadistic.” His hands pushed into my hair, becoming tangled in the strands while the need for release shot through his body. He was on edge. I could see it in the set of his jaw and the tension of his thighs on either side of my head. I was almost fearful that if I’d stopped he’d crush me like metal at a junkyard.

I let his hands set the pace, and my tongue worked overtime to catch up with his brutal pumping. Those jade eyes that I’d become so enamored with were closed off to me as he was lost in the whirlwind of the orgasm I sucked out of him.

“Blaire, Jesus fuck. Your lips are…heaven. Fuck.”

Is it weird that I found that to be a bigger compliment than him calling me sexy?

I licked at the ridge of his head and tightened my hold on his thighs as if I would blow away with the dam that was about to burst.

“Fuck, I’m going to come down this pretty little throat and you’re going to swallow every drop. Hear me, baby?”

My head rocked on my neck enthusiastically. I stretched my neck, opening my throat so I wouldn’t choke on his come. One hand moved to my shoulder holding me still, while the other flattened against my scalp, holding me tenderly like a cherished prize. His dick thickened seconds before the first drop of come sprayed my tongue. I swallowed it back as he continued filling my mouth and shouting the room down with a mixture of groans and expletives that would make a sailor blush.