Rugburn

A/N: texeljay, thanks for the pointer there - I know that Karl is a Kiwi and my use of the term "Aussie accent" was purely accidental. I have no one to beta me (as I prefer it), but thanks for the keen eye!!

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“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.

Now, if you ask my best friend, she will tell you that the one thing I love to do to a guy I’m totally into is go down on him. And I’m going to do it with gusto. Karl was the perfect specimen of what I looked for in a guy and we seemed to be on the same level when it came to bedroom antics, and so I didn’t need to be asked twice.

I took him back into my mouth, and my cheeks hollowed with every pass. He sighed and moaned, thumping his head back against the wall when I rubbed my tongue on the underside of his cock head. His thighs quaked when I let my hand trail from his hip to his balls and he let out a string of curses as I squeezed them gently and pulled them away from his body, prolonging his pleasure. When I felt his hips slowly start to move, I smiled to myself. Pushing his shirttails aside, I let the fingers of one hand slowly trace a pattern on his belly, just below his navel, and I heard him inhale sharply.

He tasted like male, pure and raw, and it was mixed with the scent of soap. He was like a drug; as soon as he invaded my senses, I wanted all of him and I wouldn’t let up. I loved the way his cock felt under my tongue, the smoothness of the head as I kissed it tenderly, and I became giddy as I sized him up with my mouth – I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me, fucking me, making me his, making me do whatever he wanted. I silently thanked fate, being the fatalist that I am, and I knew that this night wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

I dared to look up at him and I faltered when I unexpectedly met his intense gaze. Of course he would be watching me suck him off. It was what he wanted to see, after all, and the look in his eyes promised swift action if I chose to stop. I let my teeth gently drag up the underside of his erection again and he whimpered, gathering my hair back with one hand to hold it off of my face entirely. His mouth went slack and I watched his chest rise and fall as he spun closer to his climax.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered as his hips suddenly jerked.

I felt his balls tighten once more and the tips of my fingers found the tiny, soft spot of skin right behind them, pressing gently but insistently. He whimpered and it felt like he was going to rip my hair out at the roots.

“Jesus Christ!” He shouted hoarsely. “Oh, fuck luv, I’m gonna cum.” His voice was frantic and he shut his eyes tight against the intense sensations I was creating for him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned again, as his eyes slid open and looked down at me once more.

I hummed my approval around his cock and his hips faltered and jerked sharply. I felt the first quick spurt of fluid against my tongue and I sucked him hard and fast, pulling him further along. A long, shuddering groan reverberated in the silence of the hall. I tasted him, drank him down greedily, and didn’t stop, even though he begged me to.

“I can’t,” he whined, his body stiffening. “Oh Christ, girl, please…”

I took pity on him, slowly releasing the hold my mouth had on him, but I still stroked him tenderly with my tongue until his cock no longer jerked in my mouth and I had swallowed everything he had to offer. Letting him slip from my mouth, I rubbed gentle circles on his belly as his hands eased off of my hair.

He stood there for a moment, leaning against the wall, his chest heaving with every ragged breath he took. I watched him come back to himself. His skin glowed in the dim light of the suite and he ran his fingers through his own hair which was damp with sweat. Then he noticed his state of half-undress and let out a chuckle.

“Quite the mouth you have there,” he said with a playful tone. “I didn’t even get to get naked.” He gestured to his shirt and the way his suit jacket was pushed down one shoulder. He held his hands out to me and I took them, letting him pull me up with a smooth motion. Smiling at me, his green eyes sparkled, and he shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to fix that…” and his eyes lazily ran over my body. “Because you didn’t get to get naked either.”

He seemed a little awkward then and he held his finger up, asking for a moment. I stepped back and watched him snatch his briefs up and hastily step into them. Next he shrugged out of his jacket and slung it over his arm with his pants. Now, dressed in only his shirt and his black cotton underwear (which, by the way, were deliciously fitted and looked oh so…ohhhhhhh….sweeeeeeeeeeeet) he gestured with a simple nod of his head for me to follow him. I hesitated only slightly so that I could watch him walk away. His ass, in case you’re curious, was pure perfection and I shivered at the though to seeing him totally naked.

“Do you want something to drink?” The question was casual, like I hadn’t just given him the blowjob of his life in the hall of the hotel suite. He seemed at ease as he gently laid his suit over the back of the couch and padded the rest of the way into the kitchenette, swinging open the fridge.

“Um…yeah, sure,” I said, smoothing my hair back and tucking it behind my ears. I set my purse down next to his suit and made my way to the barstool at the counter. I was just about to sit when Karl looked over his shoulder from the fridge.

“Hey, hey, hey!” He chuckled. “You can’t sit at the bar unless you’re in your underwear.” He winked and nodded at me. “House rules.”

“Can I have my panties back then?” I asked with a wry grin.

He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, they’re in the pocket of my pants there,” he said, pointing to the couch and then turning back to the fridge.

I found them easily enough and slid them on under my skirt and then realized the absurdity of trying to be modest. I shook my head as my hands tugged my skirt back down my hips. The silk pooled on the floor and I stepped out of it. My hands went to the ties that held my halter top together and I began to loosen the knot there.

“Hold on a minute,” I heard Karl’s voice say.

I looked up to find him now watching me, sipping from a beer. He set the bottle down and gestured for me to turn around. I gave him a quizzical smile, not sure what he was up to, but I did what he asked and turned my back to him. I waited for something to happen. I could feel him behind me. The warmth from his body made my skin tingle delightfully and my shoulders tightened in anticipation. I felt fingertips brushing the backs of my thighs then and I jumped, having expected his hands on my neck.

“Settle down,” he smirked in a soft voice. He then set about stroking my thighs and backside, sliding his fingers over the smooth skin and molding my flesh to his hands. They circled higher, bunching the hem of my shirt up to my waist and a breathless moan left my lips when his hands rubbed over my stomach and hips. I was pulled back against his body and he reached up with a hand, lifting my hair to fall over one shoulder. Leaning down to one ear, he smiled against the skin of my shoulder as he kissed me there and then his mouth moved back up. His breath was hot and it tickled my ear.

“I bet you have great tits,” he mused even as his hands moved back over my body and cupped my breasts. He didn’t linger there, merely gave them a teasing squeeze, and then he moved on again. Soft, slow, wet kisses covered my shoulders and bare arms, and his tongue traced delicate patterns on the back of my neck, making me close my eyes and sigh. Letting my body relax into his, I curled one arm up and around his neck. The thick, dark tresses of hair slipped through my fingers like silk and I turned my face towards his.

A hand tightened on my hip as his mouth covered mine, gaining total control over the kiss. He sucked gently at my bottom lip and I cried into his mouth as his thumbs and forefingers suddenly closed over my nipples, gently teasing the over-sensitized flesh through the silk of my top. His lips left mine again. His hands turned me slowly so that I faced him and he let his fingers roam my collar bone before finally settling on the ties to my top, pulling the bow loose.

“Tell me what you like,” he ordered softly, deftly removing my shirt in one movement and tossing it carelessly over his shoulder in the next.

His eyes drank in the black scrap of satin that passed for a bra and he grinned. Moving like lightening, he had me pinned to the edge of the counter as his mouth descended on my breasts. His stubble rasped against the tender skin but I didn’t care. His hands flexed on my hips and he mouthed my nipples through my bra, sucking through satin and biting sharply.

“Fuck yes,” I hissed, looking down at him while I traced his calf with the arch of my foot. “Like that,” I crooned, looking down at him sweetly.

He breathed against my skin, groaning, and his fingers struggled with the clasp of my bra for a minute before he popped it and pulled the garment from my body.

“Yeah,” he sighed. He licked a slow path across one nipple and I felt my knees tremble. He sucked delicately at the peak and raked his teeth against it. “Beautiful tits,” he breathed.

“Keep going,” I urged him, pushing him back to the task at hand. I stared down at him in fascination as his mouth wandered back and forth from each breast, his tongue stealing out and tasting my skin. I loved the way his mouth looked on me and I let my head tilt back, sending my hair spilling down my spine and making me arch sharply towards him.

I felt his hands moving my body once more and I let him turn me around so that my arms were stretched out along the smooth granite of the countertop. I gasped as my nipples brushed the cold, smooth surface. I heard a rustling behind me and then the tell-tale sound of clothes hitting the floor. Then his bare chest was curled against my back. His heat was searing and I tingled everywhere. He groaned in my ear as I pushed back against his pelvis. He held my hips stead in his hand for a moment and then he smoothly slid my panties down again, letting them fall to the floor.

Placing a hand on my lower back he pushed me until I was positioned to his liking. His other hand stole underneath me and his fingers gently slid along my body until he found my clit again. My body froze as he rubbed slow, tender circles with the tip of one finger, barely grazing the bundle of nerves. I felt my legs tighten and I balanced up on my toes immediately. A shuddering sigh left my lungs and I let my head hang down between my shoulders as flashes of hot and cold ran through my body. I was numb and aching for him. I was willing to do anything for him.

His fingers continued their torture and he kept my arousal on high as I felt him shift behind me. The warmth of his back disappeared. It was replaced by something better, however. Slowly, inch by inch, I felt him push his cock inside of me, wedging the smooth head in tightly only to pull out and push back in further a moment later.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered tightly. My head spun with the sensations he was creating and I angled my hips, trying to get him deeper. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck….ohhh…”

“Goddamit, you are fucking sweet,” he hissed, pausing as he slid deeper.

“Oohh…!” I cried softly as his hips came to rest against my ass. He paused there for a moment, letting sensation take over. His hands smoothed over my shoulders, slid down my spine, and then curved around my ass, holding me firmly and spreading me wider. He shifted and angled his hips upwards. I gasped as the head of his cock ground along inner walls of my sex.

“Feel good?” He asked with a devilish tone. “Hmm?” He pulled back and thrust in again. His movements were smooth and controlled. His hands still cupped my ass and he held me open as he thrust again and moaned lustily.

“Shit yes,” I whined. My hands fought vainly to gain purchase on the counter so that I might push back against him; so that I could fuck him back.

“Be a good girl then, luv, and be still for a moment.” His tone was even as one hand left my ass to gently hold the back of my neck. His touch was warm but solid, and I knew that he wasn’t joking when he told me to stay still.

I felt his hand tighten but I wasn’t threatened in the least. It felt good to let someone else take the lead for a change – when you’re five ten and you work in an office full of men, people tend to think that you like to dominate. But I don’t like to do it all the time. What Karl had said earlier was right; I did want to be used. I wanted to be fucked – wanted someone else to take control and do what they wanted.

I forced myself to relax then, letting the tension ease off of my arms. The soles of my feet came to rest on the cold marble of the kitchenette floor. Again, I let my head hang between my shoulders and my forehead rested on the counter. My body trembled as he moved and I whimpered every time his cock pushed slowly inside of me.

He pushed gently against my tighter opening with the tip of one finger, murmuring words of encouragement. He told me to relax, to let him inside, and I forced myself to obey, even though I wasn’t exactly experienced in ‘that’ area. I’d only done it once and I had been so high on marijuana that my entire body had been relaxed. I did, however, recall how wonderfully full I felt and I wanted to experience it again. Karl whispered his approval against my shoulder, his hips thrusting in tiny movements as he pushed that single digit all the way inside. I cried out in a strangled voice.

Karl paused. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked sincerely. His other hand left my hip and rubbed my lower back, waiting for my answer.

I knew he would stop if I asked him to, but I wanted him now more than I had during the ride over. I whimpered and shook my head quickly. “Hell no.”

He chuckled at that. But instead of granting me my pleasure, he slowly pulled his length from me and traced the flat of his hand down my spine. “I want you on your back,” he said thickly, moving back from my prone body. “I want you under me.”

I managed to stand straight and look at Karl from over my shoulder. I smiled and ran a hand through my hair. “Lead the way,” I answered as I turned my body towards him.

A naughty grin formed on his mouth then and if possible, I grew wetter. His lips were so damn inviting it was all I could do not to maul him and try to crawl inside of that delectable mouth. With a devastatingly cocked eyebrow he licked his lips then and held his hand out to me. I placed my hand in his.

He led me to the master bedroom of the suite and my eyes widened as they took in the full length mirrors on the outside of the closet doors. He saw my interest was piqued and he turned me so that I faced the mirrors and my back was pressed into his chest. My hair was pulled back from my neck and his face appeared from over my shoulder as I felt, as I watched his hands settle on my hips briefly.

“You ever fucked in front of a mirror?” His accent made his voice rise at the end and the quirkiness of it made my stomach quiver.

I nodded. “Once,” I breathed. “But I wasn’t a fan of it.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of my neck before trailing his hands back up my sides to cup my breasts. I felt my eyes close but his whispered words stalled me.

“No,” he said, “Open your eyes for a minute.”

So I obliged. Like I said before, I would have done anything he asked me to. I gasped as my eyes flickered from his to the scene unwinding before me. I was totally naked, save the jewelry, and Karl’s tanned skin was a stark contrast to the golden peach tone of my own. Everything about him was dark and contrasting to me and I felt my breath come in great heaving sighs.

“Do you know what I see?”

I shook my head, my eyes wide, and I waited for him to answer me.

“I see a woman that knows what she wants…but is afraid to ask for it.” A hand glided back down my stomach and his fingers curled into the soft down of hair between my thighs. He tugged then, sharp enough to make me whimper. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

I swallowed thickly and felt myself blush. I tried to turn my head away but Karl wouldn’t have it. “Jesus, girl, look at yourself,” he growled again, cupping my jaw and making me look in the mirror. “You’re hot. Skin is so soft…bee stung lips that look amazing around my cock…I bet your pussy looks just as good.” He closed his eyes, humming to himself and nuzzling my neck.

That did it. That last sentence made me quake and I turned in his arms to thread my fingers through his hair. I tightened my fist in the dark tresses and sank my teeth into his bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth. He gasped at the rough treatment, but he did not pull back. I stepped back suddenly then and trailed a hand down his chest and skated my fingertips over the head of his newly-hard cock. My eyes wandered back to his for a moment before I walked past him and made my way to the king sized bed. I sank down onto the duvet at the end of the bed and looked up at him from under my eyelashes. I spread my knees and titled my hips forward, trying my best to look like the wanton bitch I felt like. God I didn’t care. I didn’t care how I looked to him because he loved it and he ate it up with a spoon and the noises of appreciation he made as he looked me over just caused me to become wetter.

He stood between my spread legs for a moment and tangled his fingers into my hair. Green eyes bored into me. Honestly, I felt like I was being visually raped…not that I minded all that much. It was like Karl could see everything I tried to hide during the daylight hours. Now, here in the dim light of the hotel room, with the warm Auckland air causing the curtains to billow, I could be whatever I wanted, I could do whatever I wanted. Nobody here knew me. Least of all Karl. But that was the way I wanted it right then.

I smiled coyly up at him and pushed myself up the bed, leaning back on my elbows and letting my knees fall open carelessly. With one finger I beckoned him forward and he grinned like a madman before slowly crawling up the bed and over my body. His hand was already holding his cock by the base, preparing to give me the fucking of my life, but I didn’t object. I let him invade my space and allowed him to move me however he wanted. I didn’t want to make any decisions. I just wanted to cum, and I wanted him to be the man to do it.

“Make me cum,” I whispered against his neck as he settled between my thighs.

He groaned and titled his head back to look at me. I reached between our bodies and slid my palm down his cock, replacing his grip with mine. “Please,” I whined.

He smirked. Fucking delectable expression, if you ask me. There really is nothing like a cocky Kiwi bastard with a dirty grin and a rough, grating voice. And then he said it. “Eager little bitch, aren’t you?”

I whimpered and nodded frantically, too far gone now to even care how unbelievably easy I must have seemed. His hand wrenched mine away from his cock and then he pressed two fingers down along my pussy, rubbing hard circles around my clit. I gasped and my voice caught in my throat in a squeal.

“Yeah, I’m gonna make you cum, sweetheart,” he promised even as he slid the middle finger of his other hand inside of me. He curled it against the upper wall of my pussy and continued to circle my clit. “Gonna make you cum so well.” He groaned as he felt me become wetter with every word. I was beyond any verbal communication, anything that resembled any language. My hips jerked under his hands and before I could protest, he slid his finger out of me and pushed forward with his cock, all the while still rubbing at the hard bundle of nerves.

The feeling of being so completely full that close to orgasm made me cry out, made me really wail, and I couldn’t control the clenching muscles as they grasped at his cock. He grunted and panted, and he became completely still. I opened my eyes after a moment to make sure that he was still with me and I found him kneeling before me, my hips titled up in his hands and his cock slowly sliding out of me. His eyes were transfixed on the point where we were joined and as he plunged back in again, his head fell back and his eyes rolled up. He swallowed and I watched his Adam’s apple move, and then he shuddered.

I pushed against him with my hips, trying to increase the tremendous tingling in my spine, but he hissed and held me still. “Fuck, not yet,” he muttered. Opening first one eye and then the other, he looked back down at me. “Tight as fuck .”

God I wanted to tear my hair out it felt so fucking incredible. And the little sounds he made in his throat as he continued to move made me tremble sweetly. It was like he was made for me. I felt every ridge on his cock that I had earlier felt under my tongue and he slid his hands under my ass and tilted my hips even higher before driving back down inside. My eyes widened as I watched his cock move back into me, wet from my arousal and hard and hot.

Words fell from his heart shaped lips again as he coaxed me to the edge. The power of his thrusts caused the bed to shake and I idly wondered if there would be damage to the wall where the headboard rested. I knew there would be bruises tomorrow from where his hips slammed into the backs of my thighs and where his thumbs were pressed into my hips. As if reading my mind, Karl slid one hand down and held me open while his other thumb slicked right against my clit, causing a wave of heat and cold to wash down my spine to my toes. I reared up and screamed his name and moved my hand to join his on my clit.

Pushing my hand away, he spoke lowly. “Not this time, girly. You’re gonna cum for me…I’m the one who’s gonna do it…” his breath was becoming short now. “Yeah, that’s right…cum for me…”

I gasped and held my breath as my pussy clamped down on his cock. He shortened his thrusts and concentrated on bumping the head of his cock up against the upper wall of my pussy, grinding it across the centre of nerves there. I felt sweat roll down my spine and my temples and I keened, high and loud.

“Fuck yeah…shit, that’s it girl…you gonna cum?” His voice was thick.

“Yeah,” I wailed helplessly.

“Tell me,” he ordered softly.

I hissed through my teeth and threw my head back against the pillows as I worked my hips in tiny circles. The pressure inside of me was threatening to snap but Karl was relentless in his movements.

I panted, “Oh Jesus, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh shit, baby…” His voice raised an octave as he felt me tip dangerously close to the edge.

“Shit!” I gasped. And then, “Of fuck, Karl, I’m cumming!”

A sense of loss enveloped me as he suddenly withdrew but he slid two fingers back inside of me and curled them against me for all he was worth. And then I was cumming, hard and hot and wet and shit it was so wonderfully painful and sweet and I was screaming and moaning and he was moaning with me, his eyes wide and sparkling as he watched me come undone under him. I couldn’t get enough. He eased up for a moment only to be put back to work by me and the look of pure animal lust that must have been in my eyes. His thumb moved over my clit again, pressed just around it and another orgasm, smaller, but nonetheless amazing, crashed through me and I came again to the sounds of his praises.

“Ohhhh…shit, baby, that was so fucking sweet,” he mumbled as he watched his fingers slow their movements. His eyes flickered back to me then and he leaned down, pressing his lips against mine in a wonderfully soft and tender kiss.

I was still gasping into his mouth and my body still trembled beneath his, my muscles contracting involuntarily. I whimpered as he moved his hands from my now soaked and swollen flesh. Instead, he smoothed them down over my thighs and laid his body down against mine, holding my eyes captive with his. I gave a small sound of surprise when I felt his still impossibly hard cock nudging against my thigh.

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