Authors: Clara James
“Not here,” he whimpered, staring at her, as though he was
suddenly mesmerized by her.
“Why not?” she countered, placing her face within an inch
of his and breathing in the clean scent of his cologne.
“For one thing,” he whispered. “The sound will travel
downstairs.”
“Let them listen,” she announced, flicking her dark hair
from her shoulder as a sign of her abandon.
Patrick laughed deep in his abdomen. “For another thing, I
probably wouldn’t ever be able to come up here again without getting a painful
erection.”
Allie giggled at the thought, as she dipped her head to his
shoulder and began to nip at the thin skin to his collarbone. “So what do you
suggest?” she mumbled between kisses.
“My place,” he stated. “And I think we need to go right
now.”
One Night Stand
P
atrick pushed her against the door, kissing her
thoroughly as he smoothly reached into his pocket and retrieved his keys.
Allie’s lips parted in invitation and she was instantly overwhelmed by the size
and forcefulness of his tongue. Although she’d never had a relationship with an
older man, she’d always assumed they would be more patient in their sexual
style; capable of savoring the moments. It became apparent that this certainly
wasn’t true of Patrick. His tongue quested deep into her mouth, thrusting in
and out like the kiss of a man thirty five years younger. While part of her
felt uncomfortable with the adolescent fumbling of his mouth over hers, another
part thrilled in how much he wanted her. His excitement was palpable and
knowing that she was causing that in him was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Allie pushed lightly on his shoulders, silently requesting
that he back off a touch. “We’ve got plenty of time,” she hummed, smiling up
into his pale brown eyes.
He groaned, as he pulled his upper body away from her
entirely. His eyes jerked to the lock, as he hurriedly slipped the key into its
home, then twisted it. He chuckled, as he pushed the door open. “I need you,”
he announced, his voice rumbling deep and dark. “I want to fuck you right now,”
he added, dipping his head to hers and whispering the words into her ear,
before urging her inside with a shove of his hips
The soft Champagne scented breath prompted tiny goose
pimples to pop out all over her neck and chest. She was propelled back by the
pressure of his nudge and took two paces into the room. Still staring at him,
she didn’t bother to turn around and examine the décor or the size of his
apartment. Instead, she focused on the broad, strong figure before her, while
her tongue swiped frantically at dry lips.
Patrick slipped off his jacket and tossed it uncaringly on
the floor, while he kicked the door closed with a flick of his right foot.
“Damn,” he mumbled, shaking his head while a broad grin stretched across his
face. “You’re even sexier than you were eight years ago.”
Tossing her small clutch purse to her left, she beamed back
at him. “Really?” she asked coquettishly. “Why don’t you come over here and
show me?”
Needing no such encouragement, Patrick quickly took a stride
forwards, closing the gap between them. He reflexively wrapped one arm around
the small of her back, pulling her tightly to his solid form, while his free
right hand stroked down the soft, silky fabric of her dress. When he reached
the hem at her mid-thigh, he took the return journey beneath the dress;
caressing her smooth, naked flesh. He locked his eyes on hers, a smirk of
pleasure distorting his mouth, as he watched the tiny alterations on her face.
“What were you saying about these fingers?” he muttered sexily.
Being a little shorter than average, Patrick was of a very
similar height to Allie in her high heels. So, they stood looking directly into
each other eyes, as his fingers danced lightly over the crease of her groin,
before teasing aside the thin elastic of her thong. He groaned, when he found
her freshly waxed sex, completely naked and smooth to his touch.
Allie noticed the flash in his eyes; the heightening of his
excitement. “Good?” she purred seductively.
“So soft,” he muttered, the pads of his fingers gently
stroking between her labia and finding her moist. Unable to resist the urge, he
slipped his index finger into her tight channel and was delighted to hear her
gasped intake, of breath in response. “Nice and tight, too,” he continued
softly.
Her eyes reflexively closing, Allie released a breath and
shuffled her feet a little further apart. “Oh, God,” she whispered when a
second finger was added and his thumb rubbed purposefully over her clitoris.
His fingers were short and stocky, meaning there was no depth to his probing,
but he was stretching her. And as it turned out, depth was unimportant, because
he knew exactly what he was aiming for and found it with an ease that caught
Allie off guard. Crooking his fingers he found the spongy flesh at the front
wall of her sex and pushed hard against it. Allie yelped, jumping in her skin.
Unbidden, her hips began bucking, as she started to lose all control over her
body. Her hands fisted the shirt at his shoulders, twisting the cotton until it
was on the verge of ripping. Her lower half undulated wantonly, moving with the
rhythm of his stroking fingers.
“Fuck, I want to bang you so hard, Allie,” he grunted,
increasing the pressure of his fingertips and beginning to rub wildly over her
G spot. His wrist was twisting and jerking rapidly between her thighs as he
altered his angle. “Come on, come on,” he urged, feeling her muscles begin to
tighten.
“Shit,” she hissed, before her mouth drifted open and only
puffs of punctuated air were forced from her lungs. She felt a warmth spreading
in her abdomen and then came an explosion of warmth as she ejaculated over his
hand. “Oh, my,” she panted, “God.” Her cheeks flushed, partly from the force of
the orgasm and partly from embarrassment. Allie had never experienced anything
quite like it and was entirely unprepared for the gushing that came with her
climax. She’d heard of ‘shejacualtion’ and knew the theory was prevalent enough
that there must be some truth to it. She didn’t for one moment think that she
was capable of it though, and certainly did not realize how much fluid would be
expelled.
A low, guttural chuckle came from Patrick, as he slowly
slipped his fingers from her. “You look incredible when you come,” his voice
rumbled, as he lifted his hand to his face and turned it to her.
Allie gulped, while she stared at his hand coated in a
glistening clear fluid. She could also feel the stuff dribbling down her legs.
Her face flushed with another wave of shame. “I...I...” she muttered.
Patrick’s grin widened, causing tiny wrinkles to appear at
the corners of his eyes. “Never done that before?” he asked rhetorically. Her shock
made it clear to him that it had been a first.
“I don’t...” she began, stumbling. “I’m sorry,” she added,
glancing down and noticing that some of her ejaculate had splattered onto the
carpet.
“Don’t be,” he huskily announced, opening his mouth and beginning
to lick the stuff from his fingers and the palm of his hand. “You’re fucking
amazing, Allie,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on her, ensuring that she watched
every last drop of her fluid lapped from his skin. “Come with me,” he urged,
the arm around her waist slipping away and his fingers looping through hers.
She moved in a blur, glancing back at the splattering she’d
left on Patrick’s floor, while he hustled her through a hallway and then opened
a bedroom door. As he guided her through, he was already pulling the zipper
down on the back of her dress. Her thong, which was still slightly askew, edged
up her sex and she noticed that too was soaked.
Patrick’s hands were at her arms, slipping the thin straps
of her dress down, it quickly bunched at her waist and his head immediately
sank to one of her breasts.
They were smaller now, at least a cup size less than they’d
been before her diagnosis, but he didn’t seem to mind that the mounds were
petite. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the fact that her bosom was small. He
seemed to try to take as much of her right breast into his mouth as he could.
As he did so, he guided Allie back to the bed. She happily allowed him to take
her, wondering what more he could teach her about the power of her own body.
He eased her down onto the edge of the mattress, carefully
pulling her dress off her hips, as he continued to lap hungrily and
aggressively at the globe of flesh beneath his lips. When the dress reached her
thighs, he had to break from her chest and whip the garment off her legs.
Leaving her shoes on, he went back for her thong, peeling that off just as
quickly.
Allie shuffled back on the bed, nestling somewhere in the
center of the mattress, while she waited for him to join her. Her inner thighs
were still clammy and she felt some of the moisture rubbing off on his
coverlet. She fought the sensation that it was ‘dirty’, reminding herself that
Patrick certainly didn’t seem at all fazed by whatever substance had so
suddenly and violently left her.
Meanwhile, he was grappling with his belt and zipper “I’m so
fucking hot for you,” he told her, as he pushed his pants and his underwear off
his hips. They sank to his knees and remained there, as he began to clamber up
onto the bed. He didn’t even bother to unbutton his shirt; it remained exactly
as it had been, albeit slightly creased from Allie’s tight grasp.
Allie watched his swollen penis, as he crawled between her
parted legs. She found herself comparing it with Reece’s and instantly
reprimanded herself for those thoughts. And yet, she couldn’t manage to stop
the unwanted musings. Patrick’s pubic hair, just like the hair on his head was
flecked with gray, somehow that made him seem even more worldly, although Allie
could see the nonsense of that assumption. His manhood meanwhile, was smaller
than Reece’s in every way. And despite the rigidness, there was still just the
slightest sag to its skin. The head of Patrick’s cock was incredibly dark, and
she realized that look wasn’t quite to her tastes; she much preferred the soft
pink of Reece’s. ‘Stop it!’ she silently insisted.
Blissfully unaware of the workings of Allie’s mind, Patrick
placed his hands on the mattress and carefully lowered his upper body until he
was covering her. His mouth immediately swooped down, capturing her lips,
before forcing his tongue between them.
Again, there was adolescent desperation in his kiss; a need
to mimic with his mouth what he was about to do with his member. Allie had
experienced much better kisses, ones that curled her toes, set her skin aflame
and made her weak in the knees; the way Reece always kissed her. Mentally
shaking herself, Allie tried to focus on Patrick. She had to admit, there was
something exciting about his kiss. The primal urgency was thrilling.
Patrick, meanwhile, was reaching to his right. Blindly, he
grasped the top drawer of the bedside cabinet and yanked it open. One handed,
he reached in grabbed a corner of square foil and pulled it free. Leaving the
drawer open, he was forced to lift himself briefly, so he could use both hands
to rip the condom packet open.
It became very obvious to Allie that this was something he
was highly practiced at, because as soon as a small rip had been made, he went
back to removing the rubber one handed. She then realized he probably hadn’t
been exaggerating when he’d spoken of infidelity and a propensity for casual
relationships, and she was glad that he’d had the presence of mind to think
about protection. Although an STD wouldn’t make a difference to her, given the
circumstances, she certainly didn’t want to infect her next lover.
Patrick reached between their bodies and grasped the hard
rod that was held captive against Allie’s hip. He slipped the condom over it
and rolled it down quickly, before maneuvering the head of his member to her
soft, yielding entrance. With a grunt, he jerked his hips to hers, causing
their bodies to bump together with a sharp collision of pelvic bones.
“Ahh,” Allie squealed, arching instinctively as he hurriedly
filled her. She quickly noticed that size really isn’t everything. Despite the
fact she’d had much bigger men than Patrick and more sex than she’d had in her
lifetime within the preceding months, his rapid entrance was uncomfortable,
making it seem as though she was being penetrated by something much larger than
Patrick was actually in possession of. She wondered briefly, whether that was
something he was aware of, or if he simply enjoyed fast, rough sex. It was only
a flash of thought though, as she closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the
sensation of his thick, coarse hair on her outer lips. She writhed against him,
trying to stimulate her clitoris, but Patrick was already pulling back.
“Ugh,” he groaned, plunging back into her. “Your cunt feels
so good,” he gasped.
This time, she was more receptive to him. The latex was
becoming slick with her arousal and ejaculate, so his second thrust was less
abrasive. He still seemed to reach deeply within her, though and she bucked
when his balls slapped the cheeks of her ass, signaling that he had sheathed
himself completely.
Patrick’s hips jerked, before he found himself compelled to
pull back and thrust once again. However, he couldn’t bring himself to hold
within her on that occasion and, suddenly, he was moving in a rhythmic piston
action. Pumping into her with sweaty, pants of breath.
Allie made the appropriate noises, gasping and moaning with
each ram of his member. However, she knew that he was leaving her behind. In
truth, she didn’t mind. After all, she now suspected Patrick would not be able
to top what he’d done to her in the living room. More importantly, she was left
behind in more than just the physical sense. Emotionally, mentally, she was
somewhere very far away from Patrick’s bed.
“Oh, yeah,” he growled. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he repeated with
each bump of his hips, until finally, his strength seemed to give out and he
flopped listlessly on top of her. A spasm in his leg caused his foot to wriggle
like a dog dreaming about chasing rabbits.
Breathing heavily, Allie remained still beneath him, not
complaining about the fact he was squashing her breasts. And, for a few
moments, allowing herself to pretend that it was someone else’s weight bearing
down on her; a more comforting bulk.
“Fucking hell, Allie,” he gasped, lifting his sweaty face
and peering down at her. “I’m sorry that was over so quick,” he added, pulling
back and disengaging from her, while rising to his knees.
“Don’t be,” Allie replied, already pushing herself up.