Prodigal Son (17 page)

He turned before he opened the door. “More champagne?” he asked.

“All night long,” I answered with a smile.

He left the room, and I thought about covering up, and decided that there would be plenty of time for that later. I pulled down the covers on both sides and stretched out, face down, my chin propped on my hands. I knew that my ass was one of my best features, and I figured I might as well show it off.

Luke came back into the bedroom with the bowl of strawberries and the champagne. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me stretched across his bed. He walked over to the night stand, set down one of the glasses and the bowl. He sat next to me on the bed, and before I realized what he was going to do, he poured a splash of ice cold bubbly onto my back.

I squealed and started to turn over, but he held my shoulders in place with one hand.

“Be still,” he said as he bent over the small of my back. He licked me, and the contrast of his warm tongue and the cold wine made me shiver with delight. He ran a hand over my ass and removed his hand from my shoulders. “Turn over,” he said, still holding the glass in one hand.

I did as I was told, exposing both my breasts and my perfectly smooth, shaved pussy. I wondered if he liked women who shaved it all.

“Oops,” Luke said as he poured a tiny bit of champagne onto the nipple that was closest to him. He bent and first licked the wine off, his tongue making me gasp. He opened his mouth and sucked the pink bud inside, tugging gently before letting it slip from his mouth.

“Oops,” he said again as he spilled champagne on my other breast and repeated his actions — licking and sucking until I was practically writhing under his touch.

He looked down and answered my unasked question. “Very nice,” he said,” as he ran a finger over the smooth shaved surface. “Oops,” he said one last time as he poured a generous splash of wine over my already wet pussy. He set the glass down and moved to the other side of the bed, moving my knees apart so that I was completely exposed to him as he knelt between my legs.

“I seem to have made a mess,” he said as he bent toward my wine-covered nether regions. “Let me clean that up for you.”

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. He took his time, starting by licking all over the outside, making sure he licked up every bit of wine he’d spilled. He parted my lips with his tongue, and I thought I might pass out. I realized that I was breathing fast, open-mouthed, while I watched him plunge his tongue between my lips, seeking my clit. He moved his hands up between my legs and spread me wide open, bending to flick his tongue against the slick, wetness he found there. I arched my back and couldn’t help lifting my hips toward his tongue, wanting more from him.

“Oh, my God,” I said, not even realizing that I was speaking aloud until I heard the words. “You’re amazing.”

I heard Luke laugh while he continued to work me over with his tongue, bringing me dangerously close to a climax. I continued to writhe and grind my hips toward his face.

And then I heard it. My phone ringing from the next room.

“Goddammit,” I said, hoping Luke wouldn’t stop what he was doing. “I thought I’d turned the ringer off.”

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” I warned.

The phone went silent, and Luke returned to teasing my clit with his tongue. I gasped when he inserted a finger inside me, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel him inside me.

The phone rang again.

“You sure you don’t need to get that?” Luke asked.

I was worried that he was going to be pissed at me because my phone was interrupting our fun.

“No. I’m sorry. Let me go turn it off.”

“Not a chance,” Luke said, completely serious. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of this bed anytime soon.”

He moved up so that he could fondle and suck on my breasts, and I felt like I was going to explode. I could feel myself dripping wet, and Luke could, too, when he kept his mouth on my nipple and slid two fingers together inside me. I was so hot and so wet that I could hardly even think straight.

“Please, Luke,” I said, again surprising myself by the sound of my voice.

“Please what?” Luke asked with a smile as he buried his fingers deep inside me.

“Please, you’re driving me crazy.”

“What do you want me to do? I want to hear you say the words.”

I’d talked dirty before, usually in an attempt to get Bug hard enough that he would be embarrassed and pissed at me. Luke was different, though. Even though all I could think about was wanting his hard cock inside me, I felt strange about saying something he might think was vulgar. I actually liked the guy.

“I want you,” I hesitated because he’d just managed to get his finger on my g-spot. “Oh, my God, Luke. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me all night long, as hard as you can.”

“Can do, sugar. Just remember that you asked for it.”

W
hen that damned phone rang for a second time, I could tell that something was bothering Krystal, and if it had been a week ago, I would have stopped what we were doing and asked her to tell me what was wrong. I would have talked it all out, and I’d have gone to bed with blue balls. Fuck that.

She’d come over dressed the way she was to turn me on, and she’d suggested that we stay in the hotel room, rather than going out. I would never force sex on a woman, but she’d thrown herself at me, and I was going to take what she was giving. If she wanted to cuddle or talk afterwards, then we could do that, but for the first time I felt like a man in charge of his destiny. I’d always done what other people wanted me to, even down to going to the college my parents had picked out for me, and tonight I wanted to fuck Krystal. That was all I wanted, and I was gonna get it.

“Turn over,” I said, my cock getting even harder as I heard the tone of command in my voice.

Krystal looked surprised, but she smiled — this wicked little half smile, and rolled over. “See anything you like?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

I was afraid I was gonna cum right that second. She was clearly dripping wet and ready for my hard cock, but I wasn’t quite finished playing with her yet. The sound of her begging me to fuck her was one of the sweetest things I’d ever heard.

I put my hands on her shoulders and ran my fingers down her sides, lingering over her tattoo, and coming to rest on her perfect ass. Her skin was smooth and warm, and I bent down and bit her — very gently — right on one of her cheeks. Her skin reddened slightly, and I wondered what it would look like if I spanked her. Would that briefly leave a mark as well? Maybe I’d find out later. I sat up and straddled her from behind, my hard cock resting just between her cheeks.

Pressing my cock against her, I leaned forward slightly, using my weight to push myself a little further. I had no idea how Krystal liked it — what her favorite positions were — but I wasn’t sure that I could wait any longer to find out.

“Get up,” I said, as I climbed off the bed and rummaged through the dresser drawer to find a condom.

“How do you want me?” Krystal asked, clearly excited.

I walked back over to her, rolled a condom on and kissed her, reaching up to squeeze her nipples and make her moan. “Bend over,” I said, pointing to the bed. I stood back while she spread her feet apart, bent down, and rested on her elbows. She tossed her hair back and met my gaze.

“Will you fuck me, Luke? Will you make me cum?”

I looked at her — dark, tangled hair, mouth slightly open, and her pussy glistening from her arousal – and I couldn’t stand it another second. I took two steps and positioned the head of my cock just at her opening. I bent forward and could just reach the tips of her nipples. I brushed them lightly, flicking them before I put my hands on her hips and slowly eased the huge head of my cock inside her.

She was so hot and so slippery wet that it took all the restraint I had not to just force myself inside all at once. I knew I was bigger than most guys, though, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

Krystal looked back at me. “Luke, I want to feel you all the way inside me. I want all of you.”

That was all it took.

My hands on her hips, I plunged deep inside. I felt her stretch and heard her gasp with pleasure. She pressed her hips back against me, and I ground my hips forward, burying myself as deep as I could. Even though she was tight around my cock, she could take all of me. The sight of Krystal’s tattoo and her full, sexy ass was almost more than I could stand. We found a rhythm in no time, and I watched as Krystal put her hand between her legs to touch herself while I fucked her.

She started to breathe quicker, and I hoped she was close to an orgasm, because I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. She made a sound — almost like a whimper. “Luke? You’re gonna make me cum,” she cried out. “I’m gonna cum on your cock.”

“Do it. Do it now. I want to feel you come.”

She threw her head back, and I grabbed her hair with one hand while I forced myself inside her pussy over and over.

I knew the second her orgasm started. She called out my name as her muscles clenched my cock. I lost all control and it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I let her pussy milk my cock, and as my explosive orgasm finished, I could feel her shaking from her own release.

“Oh, my God, Krystal,” I said, as I put my hands on the bed, to either side of her hips. I stayed inside her, not wanting to lose the warmth and the memory of my climax just seconds before.

She stayed bent over the side of the bed and laughed — a deep, throaty, sexy sound that made her pussy tighten over my softening cock. I reluctantly slid myself out of her.

“You okay?” I asked, unaccustomed to a woman laughing after sex.

“Are you kidding?” she asked as she stood up slowly. “I’m fantastic. That was amazing, Luke.”

Relieved, I leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “I’ll be right back.”

She laughed again. “I’m counting on it.

I went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom, and when I caught a look of myself in the mirror, I realized that I had a ridiculously huge grin on my face. I hadn’t looked or felt that happy since my parents had passed away, and I realized that Krystal might be exactly what I needed.

Walking back into the bedroom, I saw a spectacular sight. Though I hadn’t realized it, the sun had started to set while we were in bed, and the last rays of the sun threw a rosy glow into the room, highlighting the perfect skin of the gorgeous — and very naked — woman in my bed. Krystal lay stretched across the bed with her champagne flute in hand. She looked like a picture, or an advertisement for — oh, I don’t know — something really sexy and amazing.

“Wow. What a view,” I said as I picked up my own flute and lay down next to her.

“The view from here’s not so bad, either,” she said, as she ran her fingers lightly across my chest.

I heard the phone ringing again from the living room.

Krystal shook her head and looked a little embarrassed. “Let me go turn that thing off,” she said, getting up from the bed. She reappeared a moment later, shaking her head. “Ringer’s off. We shouldn’t be bothered again.”

“Is whoever’s blowing up your phone what’s bothering you?” I asked, admiring her body from across the room.

“Yeah,” she admitted, clearly unwilling to elaborate.

“You want to talk about it?” I asked.

“Nope. Right now there’s something else I want to do.”

“Gonna clue me in?” I asked as she walked slowly toward the bed.

“Definitely,” she answered, as she took the glass from my hand, drained it, and set it on the nightstand.

Krystal walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled in beside me, leaning on her elbow and looking down at me. Her hair brushed my chest, and I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts were still bare and temptingly located within reach. I reached up and ran my hand along the curve of her breast and down along the curve of her hip and let my hand come to rest on her thigh.

She bent down and kissed me while she put her hand between my legs. “Hard again so soon, Luke?”

“Krystal, I can’t help it.” I thought about confessing the fact that I really liked her, but I decided to keep that to myself. I suspected that she had a bit of a thing for bad boys, and I was pretty sure that I didn’t fit that bill … yet. I was going to work on it, though. “Before? The first time? That was just a taste. By the time I’m through with you, you aren’t gonna be walking straight.”

Krystal smiled and began to stroke my cock. “Want me to suck it?” she asked, wide eyed and eager.

“Absolutely.”

She licked her lips like she was getting prepared, and she moved down so that she was between my knees. She held my gaze while she lowered her mouth to the head of my cock, and I thought I was gonna cum right away as she extended her tongue and licked me from base to tip. She licked a drop of pre-cum off me. “Mmmm. You taste good.”

The tone of her voice made me want to fuck her mouth, and when she opened up and took me inside, I lifted my hips and pushed in a little further. She took every inch of me inside her mouth and down her throat. It felt like nothing else in the world existed except for Krystal’s warm, wet mouth on my cock. She worked me, up and down, glancing up from time to time to find me watching her, absolutely enthralled with the sight of a gorgeous woman with her lips wrapped around me. My excitement was building, and I was getting close to a climax when she sat up.

“Oh, my God, Krystal. Don’t stop,” I groaned.

“I’ll swallow your load later. Right now, I want to fuck you.”

She reached over and picked up a condom from the pile I’d tossed onto the nightstand. “Safety first,” she said with a smile, as she opened the wrapper and rolled it down over me.

I reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing her nipples hard. “I want you to fuck me, Krystal. Right now.”

I expected her to climb on top and ride me while I fondled her tits, but she clearly had other ideas. She stood up on the bed, put one foot on either side of my hips and bent over, giving me an amazing view of her ass and her pussy, clearly wet and ready for my cock. She wiggled her hips from side to side and I realized that she was watching me look at her, enjoying the fact that I was entranced by everything she was showing off. She knelt, facing the foot of the bed, and as she brought her ass and her tattoo down, I knew I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Krystal.