Rugburn

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“Are you telling me everything?” My friend asked as another martini was set down in front of me. She signaled the bartender for a refill on her gin and looked back to me with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t actually go to his hotel room, did you? Who cares if he’s famous…you don’t know him!”

All I could do was shrug and blush a ridiculous shade of red.

“Holy fuck, you haven’t done anything this bold since college!”

“You don’t have to remind me,” I grumbled, sipping my drink. I swallowed and tossed my hair behind my shoulders. “And it’s high time I did something bold, don’t you think?” I watched her resolved face crumble slightly. “Come on, I haven’t had fun like this in a while.”

“See, that’s where we’re different,” my friend started. She directed her thumb to her for a moment. “My idea of fun is a bottle of Dom in the back of a limo and six pairs of new shoes.” She switched to pointing a finger at me. “Your idea of fun is screwing a guy six ways from Sunday.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I screwed him, exactly.”

My friend rolled her eyes. “Oh, and what did he do, tie you up and make you beg for it?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. She knew my weakness when it came to men; I rarely had to be convinced, especially when said man had dark eyes, dark hair, and an accent.

“We discussed it,” I quipped. I laughed as I watched my friend’s eyes go wide. “Do you want me to go on, or would you rather I just stop where I was?”

My friend put her hands up in mock defense, and she chuckled. “No, no. By all means, I want to hear the rest of your night of debauchery.” She made a face at her drink then and looked back up at me with a pout. “At least one of us is getting laid.”

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“Make yourself comfortable,” Karl said in a low, smoothly accented voice. His hand reached out and flicked on the lights of the front hall of the suite and he closed the door behind us.

I hesitated before sliding one hand along the wall to balance as I slipped my shoes off. He chuckled and smiled at me, shaking his head. “Just hold on, okay?” He kept his eyes on mine as he smoothly crouched at my feet and worked the straps of my heels open. His fingers brushed my ankle bones and he winked when he felt me shiver.

“Like that?” He mumbled. He wrapped a hand around the width of my foot and massaged it gently with strong fingers.

“Oh…” My head tilted back and hit the wall with a dull thud as I gave myself up to his command. “Yeah. It’s nice.” I looked at him with lazy eyes as he did the same for my other foot.

“Nice,” he repeated with a smirk. “Don’t you think that word is over-used? I mean, people use it to describe so many things. Nice day, nice car, nice guy…ever had a ‘nice’ fuck?”

I shook my head.

“I didn’t think so,” he laughed.

Suddenly we were surrounded by silence, the only sound audible to me was my heartbeat and my ragged breathing as Karl looked up at me from his knees, his eyes dark with mischief. I sucked in a shaky breath as his hands smoothed up my ankles and calves so that he could tickle the backs of my knees with his fingertips. I could feel his breath against my bare skin and I became keenly aware of two things: one, I was still without underwear beneath my dress, and two, I was still soaking wet from his earlier ministrations. My stomach quivered like jelly as his hands caught my skirt and bunched it to my hips, leaving me naked to his wandering eyes. I closed my own eyes and tilted my head against the wall again, waiting.

He made a sound of approval in the back of his throat as he got a close-up view of me and I was silently thankful that I had went out on a limb and gotten that Brazilian with my friend two days earlier. I felt him touch the smooth skin of my sex with a tender caress, brushing back and forth. “So pretty,” he said thickly as his fingers changed direction and pressed a little deeper. I gasped and my eyes ground shut and my hands made fists at my side. “I’m gonna enjoy fucking that,” he announced. His breath tickled the tender, damp flesh and I whimpered. He gripped my shaking thighs and before I could argue, his tongue sank between the folds of flesh, curling around my clit, his lips sucking gently. I shrieked, high pitched and breathy, as all of the air rushed out of my lungs and left me weightless for a moment.

And then suddenly my skirt was falling back down and my eyes opened in time to see him stand and lean into my body, pressing his frame against mine so that we were touching everywhere. I could feel his heart beating through his chest as it was crushed against mine and he ground his hips into my pelvis so that I could feel the hard ridge of his erection.

He braced a forearm against the wall and caught my hand in his. Staring down into my face, he licked his lips and cocked an eyebrow. He brought our joined hands down from the wall and between our bodies and he held my hand against his straining cock, squeezing around with his own fingers. He then started a rhythm and waited for me to pick up on it before letting go and nodding, a small sign leaving his soft, beautiful lips. I felt the muscles in his hips twitch and I smiled in feminine triumph as I remolded his hard on to fit my palm, squeezing and releasing as I stroked him up and down.

“Jesus, girl,” he breathed against my chin as he leaned down to kiss me. His hands wound into my hair and my mouth opened under his for another demanding kiss. I tasted myself and felt my arousal spin dangerously close to the edge. He broke apart with a groan as my fingertips brushed just the sensitive head of his cock through the layers of fabric. “Know your way around a cock, don’t you?” he said playfully.

I looked up at him from under my eyelashes and bit my bottom lip as I nodded slowly. I licked my lips and his mouth opened in reaction, the first wanton gesture I had seen from him all night and I realized then that maybe he wasn’t holding all of the cards. Maybe I had just as much power over him as he did over me.

Looking up at him with an eyebrow raised in question, Karl smirked. “What?” he purred. I squeezed his cock more firmly this time and his eyes slipped shut and he breathed a silent plea. His fingers raked all the way through my hair and then slid back up to my shoulders and around my neck and collar bone. I leaned into his neck then and pressed my nose underneath of his Adam’s apple, inhaling the faded scent of cologne and soap. I hummed against his skin and traced the point of my tongue across his throat. He swallowed; I felt the movement beneath my lips.

“Do you want me to do it?” I asked in a sultry voice. I popped the catch for his pants and dragged the zipper down, the sound sharp in the still air of the hallway. My hand delved down the front of his pants and smoothed along the cotton of his briefs. I sighed against his neck and leaned back to see his face. Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, he shivered.

“Karl,” I tried again. His eyes opened lazily and he looked down at me.

“I’m not gonna say no,” he said in a hoarse voice.

I slid down the length of his body, pressing my breasts into the hard stomach and strong thighs, and my hands hooked into his pants and briefs as I went, tugging them down and sliding them to his ankles. I waited as he toed off his shoes and then stepped out of his pants before looking back up at him from my knees.

I wondered what I might look like to him. There I was, a total stranger, on my knees in the front hall of his hotel suite, ready to suck his cock like it was going out of style. My hair was mussed from having his hands in it, and I knew for certain that my lipstick was smudged and my face was flushed. But I swear to you I felt absolutely delectable as Karl slipped his fingers through my hair and stroked my jaw, staring down at me with awe.

He swallowed and nodded slowly as my hand gently curled around the hard length of him; I stroked him firmly and felt the hot column of muscle and silky skin jerk in my palm. He whimpered and let his body sag against the wall. Smiling, I watched his thighs shake and I pushed at the tiny slit in his cock head with the pad of my thumb. A pearly drop of fluid leaked out and I felt myself grow wetter. Karl was most definitely turned on and my stomach turned deliciously at the thought of tasting him, of bringing him off in such a one-sided way. I pressed my nose into the dark dusting of hair on his lower belly, inhaling the musky-sweet scent of his body, and I rubbed my cheek against his erection, letting my tongue sneak out for a taste here and there. The grip on my hair tightened and he guided me back so that my mouth slid across the smooth head of his cock. Immediately I opened my mouth and sucked delicately at the tip, letting my tongue snake circles around the ridge there. I stroked him with one hand while holding his hip steadily against the wall with the other, and let his cock slide further into my mouth.

“Holy fuck!” Karl moaned sharply, hissing through his teeth. I didn’t let up and a small grin curled on his mouth. “Warn a boy first, right?”

I laughed around the length of him and he groaned at the vibration. Growling, he turned his eyes to me once more and shook his head as he brushed the hair from my forehead. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut. His chest heaved as he breathed in again. “Please don’t fucking stop.”

I let him side from my mouth and I licked the length of him once. Settling back on my heels, I looked up at him. “Since you asked so nicely,” I purred. I let him take the lead, pulling my mouth back to the task at hand.

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TBC