JOINED (The Joined Series) (9 page)

“How did I tell you to address me?” he asked, extending his lower body away from mine, suckling my nipples, while pinning me with his eyes in the process.

“Mateja,
” I
answered
roughly.

“That’s right, Rebecca.
”

Directly across from us, I looked at his muscles
contracting
in the mirror. I kept my hands locked above my head, as he lowered my pants with his other hand. He touched the delicate elastic of my black cotton panties, rubbing my mound with two of his fingers, trailing the sides of his fingers on my labia. Retracting his two fingers, he
placed
them in his mouth, slowly removing them. His fingers exquisitely caressed my folds and
my
throbbing nub. I began to rub against his fingers and he groaned.

“Fuck!’ He put his head back, not missing a beat with his fingers and my increasing arousal. “You’re
so fucking wet!” He plunged three
fingers deep inside me, using his thumb to massage my engorged
clit
. My clit never protruded between my labia before. “How are
you
so wet and tight?!” As I
grounded
on three of his thick long fingers, readying myself for him, he began to squeeze and pinch my nipples, creating a wonderful rush of
mild
pain coursing with
increasing
pleasure.

“Mateja! I want you…inside me…now!” He fingered me
faster.

Delicately
withdrawing
his fingers from inside me, he slowly suckled on the pads of his fingers again,
moist
with my arousal.

“Do you really?” he panted gutturally. His eyes looked pitch black and his tanned skin glistened. “I had to get a taste of you first.”

Looking down at him, I could see and feel
the growing length in
his pants. He took off his slacks, throwing them across the room. His boxers only showcased his bulge
more
.
He was denying me
and it was driving me crazy
.

“Let me touch you!” I pleaded. My leg felt limp and moved down the middle of his
muscular
ass. I undulated my hips against his rock solid thigh to stave off my hunger for him. He laughed at me.

Carrying m
e without any apparent strain or
effort, he
placed
me on the padded floor.

“Ahhh…Rebecca, you will when I say so,” he said it like a command. He crouched on the floor in front of me, looking at my vagina with a hot, devouring, and intense stare. He
placed
his head on my
hip;
the tenderness of that action brought a lump to my throat, reminding me when I laid my head against his chest.

I smiled down at him and he nudged my legs farther apart
,
easily
tearing my black cotton panties apart with his fingers. He brought my torn panties to his nose, inhaling it. The appreciative groan emanating from his chest was titillating. “I knew this panty would mold to your pussy perfectly. Smell incredible.”

A shiver went down my spine from hearing
Mateja
speak to me crudely
.
I lifted my head up and pressed the back of my head into the mat. H
e
took me into his mouth,
gracing his
tongue on my clit,
and inside me
, while gently rubbing my sore nipples with his palms of his hands. I never knew the benefit of a long and thick tongue until that precise moment when I shuddered into my first orgasm
, the first one I had from someone else
. He ton
gued me as every vaginal muscle
quivered. Jer
king my hips forward, I thrust
into his mouth, and he
laved
me at unpredictable pace
s
with teasing swirls. My eyes became unfocused. I had the hardest time keeping them open, succumbing to a carnal daze. My knees felt weaker and I dropped them to the floor. He laughed loudly. Proudly.

“I am not afraid to let you know how to use my tongue.” As he smirked at me, I understood that if a man didn’t know how to use his tongue, he probably wouldn’t know how to use his crotch either.

He brought me up with him, holding my hands. I reached into his boxers and stroked his already moistened groin with his pre-cum, appreciating the veins and smoothness. His cum smelled light and I imagined it was bitter tasting. Bringing two of my fingers deep into my mouth and
removing
them, I touched his hard sack. His short and crisp hairs teased my fingers.

“Just. Like. That,” he grunted, rubbing my nipples in
a
more urgent and quickening
speed
, causing another sensation of arousal to trickle between the inside of my thighs. His dick jerked at me.

My eye
s
locked with his. I gripped his groin and sack in my hands until the need was etched on his face. He couldn’t hide how strained he was, how much self-restraint he showed in tending to me first. Not wanting him to feel neglected, I swiftly sank down on my knees, nuzzling the soft skin of his cock against each side of my face. I nipped at his sensitive head and ran the pad of my moistened fingers on his shaft. His breath caught.
With the wrap of my tongue, I
passed the smooth jutting head, gave him deep, and wet kisses around him. I couldn’t help but be in complete admiration for the breadth and increasing length of him. I flick
e
d my tongue on the underside of his swollen shaft, in tandem with kneading his sensitive sack. He held his breath. Hurriedly, I dipped my head lower, taking the blunt tip of his head into my mouth, then released. Teasing
him, I p
rolong
ed
his moment with the careful attention his mouth and fingers brought to my mound.

“Ahh, Rebecca,” he gasped, almost sounding surprised. “That feels so good. If you don’t stop.” I
jerked
my head
forward
, shoving him all the way
to
the back of my throat, reliving the devastation he unleashed on th
e tissues and muscles of my sex.
His groin and hips
quickly moved
in time. I wanted him to feel good, to not think, and his pleasure mattered more than my own.
As I loosened and seized
his cock with my mouth, he dug his hands in my head, scratching my scalp. I couldn’t get enough of
him.

With my unyielding tongue, hungrily licking him, I relished
in
his clea
n taste, barely a trace of salt.
M
y already weak knees feel like spaghetti noodles. Growling possessively, he roughened my hair more, increasing pulls to my roots.
I pinched his balls. “I am gonna…” he said breathily. “Don’t want you to gag.” My eyes watered. I proceeded to take his thick sack into my mouth, working his groin in my hand.

“My Rebe-“

H
is body
palpitated
. The sounds
he made
caused me
to get wetter
, my moans reverberating on
him
. Palming him with a vise grip, then gently stroking him, he came in thick, shooting bursts. Pulling me to my feet, he plundered me with a feverish and demanding kiss, grabbing my buttocks and pressing his pelvis into my stomach
again
.

“Mateja
,” I whispered against his lips,
“that was good.” He roared, placing me to sit on a plush cushioned chair. Out of breath, we stood still, looking at each other, daring one another to direct our
focus
elsewhere. Even though he was no longer erect, he was huge. Every part of his body looked decadent.

“Good…for now.” He went into a room and came back with a towel, handing it to me. I looked around and realized that this was a private bedroom/workout room of some sort. It was
spacious
, the size of a suite in a hotel room, one side
had
a few work out machines, and the other side looked like a bedroom. “If I didn’t have in a meeting in an hour, I would fuck you…all day, in all the ways I want you.”

I blushed.  “Oh.”

Planting both of his hands on either side of me, against the wall, he said, “Go take a shower. I am going to be in the other stall. Everything you need should be in there. Don’t leave here without me.”

“Let’s say I am not here after we’re both showered?” I questioned. Using three of those talented fingers that were inside me not too long ago, he grazed his nails on both sides of my jaw, tracing one finger on my chin, the scent of sex on his fingers

“When you’re with me, you do as I want or we part ways,” he responded simply, like I asked him if it’s raining or not outside.

He brought me to my toes again. I grasped his arms in my hands. “
Uh-huh. And
you
think I’ll do whatever you want?
‘Let me get some bang for my buck?’” I knew that this was just a fuck. When I said that I would
stay
with him, I knew what that entailed, what he expected from me. I woke up earlier today, sure that I was going to begin a more
carefree
lifestyle. Now, life handed me the opportunity to accept it—gracefully or not.

“Wrong. First, you’ll know when I bang yo
u. Second, must I keep reminding
you that I don’t need to buy sex?
I saw you here. I own this yoga studio”—he looked around the room and opened his arms, obviously pleased—“and I
wanted you
.” There wasn’t a trace of arrogance in his tone; he was just stating
the truth
.

“I wanted you too,” I admitted, relieved that I wasn’t a random thing to get him off.

“Wanted?” My face fell flat and he straightened his posture.

“I still want you,” I said meekly, frustrated that I was aroused again, feeling the slickness between my thighs once more. Unable to deny myself, I looked down and saw his proud erection jutting in front of me.

He
held my face in
his hands, as if unaware of his growing arousal. “I respect you, for your trust in me. There’s no reason for you to trust me.” He dryly chuckled. “I know that this is beyond orthodox. This is your first time, having sex with a stranger, right?” His eyebrows reached his hairline, the realization salient i
n his
stern face
. I nodded my
confirmation. “I need to know that I can trust you to listen to me. I am listening to you, what you say and what you don’t say.”

“Do you have any sexually transmitted
infection
s?” I asked bluntly, verbalizing the concern that entered my mind.

“No, I don’t.”

“Aren’t you going to ask about me?!” Was he that unconcerned about his own sexual health not to ask?

“Do you have any STD’s?” he asked me.

“No, I don’t.”

“Good. Now that we have that important exchange of information out of the way, I need to make something clear to you. Whatever you don’t want to happen, won’t. For whatever reason, we’re drawn to each other. Be very clear, you want to see me again, you’re under my command.”

My throat itched and the blood circulation in my legs stopped; I felt numb. Certainly, he was joking with me. “Under your command,” I uttered with a snort.

Moving close
r to me, he draped one hand on
the back of my neck
,
and
I almost nuzzled against him
. Eyes narrowed at me, excitement and a bit of fear skittered from the hollow of my shoulders down to my spine. No matter how much I wanted to glance away from him in order to collect my thoughts, his touch made me listen to him carefully. “My mood dictates,”
H
is voice softened,
the
potency of it didn’t dissipate,
“h
ow our time is spent together.” There was a glint in his eyes, an unapologetic crease at the corners of
them
, almost like a smile.