##Reese
The hot man and I exchanged names and had the short protection talk on the short train ride to his place. Once we stepped into his small but upscale flat, in a secured complex in a nice neighborhood, he offered me a beer. I declined but awkwardly mentioned I needed to wash up, not being prepared to get laid tonight. He smiled knowingly and pointed me to the shower, telling me to help myself. So I berated myself even more in this hot stranger's shower, washing my hair and my ass. Feisty power bottom. Jeezuz. Wth is wrong with me? Lets just telegraph to the super hot, asshole top that you're exactly his type. Please please god, let him at least be good in bed. Also what kind of guy doesn't get offended being called an asshole?
It seemed counterintuitive to put all my clothes back on. So I slid on my boxer briefs and my shirt, just enough to be comfortable, mostly, in a stranger's house. An incredibly hot stranger's house. Who I was about to sleep with. God I'm a mess. I stepped out of the bathroom, hair still damp, way more nervous than I should've been. He was lounging on his fancy leather couch, beer in hand, having taken his coat and shoes off. He was in a low cut satin shirt and tight jeans. The shirt defined his cut torso just as his jeans hugged every muscle in his legs. I bit my lip, my insides turning liquid already. Let's just add hoe to the long list of adjectives for the guy named Reese. Was he wearing eyeliner? God that's hot. Pull it together, queen. You don't want to look like a virgin do you? I put my hand on my hip and cleared my throat. His eyes shot in my direction away from his phone. His expression darkened at the sight of my bare legs, my damp curly hair. My heart was racing. He ran his hand through his black hair dragging it back from his face.
He spoke finally, voice huskier than it was at the bar, "Can I get you a beer?"
"No thanks."
Suo asked, "Anything else?"
I knew he meant a drink. I was too impatient to deal with the awkward song and dance. It had been a long day with the train ride and interview, anxious the whole time. I knew how to tempt this wolf. I put on my best bottom face and cooed, "Maybe just a kiss."
His eyebrow raised. I liked how expressive his eyebrows made his tattooed, pierced face. He set his glass bottle on the coffee table.
He strutted over to me, hovering over me like the hot predator he knew he was. He wrapped his large hands around my hips. My breath caught in my throat. No time to get gun shy now, gurl. I bit my lip. He lifted my chin and lightly brushed his lips against mine. I swallowed, my nerves tight in my core. I felt the cold metal balls in his lips touch my face as his tongue ran against my lips. He slowly coaxed my mouth open with his lips and tongue. I tasted the fizzy, bitter beer on his tongue, the faint taste of smoke in his mouth. Our tongues touched, tentative at first. I grew greedy and kissed him hard, pushing my mouth against his. Our teeth touched and I stuck my tongue in his mouth. He took it as permission. His arm wrapped around my waist, his face winding in my hair, he pulled our bodies together. He devoured me. He wrapped his tongue around mine as his lips roughly kept mine open. We kissed hard, panting in each other's mouths. He couldn't get enough of the minty ashen taste in my mouth, caused by the 10 cigarettes I smoked today even after I brush my teeth. My hands ran down his shirt. I couldn't wait to take it off of him. His hands found my ass, squeezing it gently. Then he squeezed it hard. I let out a soft moan in his mouth. He ran his hands down my body, the tops of my thighs as he kissed me. His hands found my rear again, taking it in those hands and gripping it. Fuck.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I wrapped my legs around his slender hips. He tossed me on the bed. I leaned up, giving him a look.
Suo smiled at me, face dripping in arrogant need. "I know what you want to see."
My eyes stared at him through the thick glass frames on my face. His fingers found his lips as the other hand slid down his shirt. Fuck. He was right. I sat up as his hand found the hem of his shirt. Heat flushed my face, my insides tightening. He slid his hand up his shirt and torturously slow, pulled it up his torso. The sharp dip of his hips cut a hard vee in his midsection. His stomach was flat and hard. The lines in his abs cut 6 perfect rounded squares in the center of his chest. His collarbones crowned two sharp defined pectorals. All of which was decorated in a smattering of black and white artwork needled into his skin. From lotus flowers to demonic masks, the artwork framed his perfect chest. I became a little self-conscious. He was incredibly fit, having to work out constantly to maintain this body. My insides quivered. Those huge shoulders, abs and defined thighs. He was capable of making me beg, of turning me into a mess. This bitch bit off way more than he could chew with this one.
I reached out and ran my hand along the firm lines of his abdomen. I shook, trying to restrain exclaiming something that would give away just how much I wanted him to fuck me hard. I scooted close to him and ran my mouth along his sternum. He watched me put my mouth on his skin, running my lips along the lines there. I ran my wet tongue along the ridges of his muscles, leaving trails along his skin. I slid down lapping at his stomach and lower. I landed my knees on the carpet and my hands on his thighs. A groan escaped his throat as his hand found my hair. His fingers caressed my messy curls. He slid his hand to the back of my head. He was shaking. *Was it restraint?* He slowly, gently pushed my face against the bulge in his jeans. He was being nice, not inside me yet. I let out a breath, feeling the bulge under the rough denim on my smooth cheek. I mused, thinking his cock would already be in my throat if it weren't for our deal. Oh this sweet little bottom intended to put it there, eventually. Goth daddy would just have to be patient.
His cock fit comfortably in my mouth, being more wide than long. He was delicious, precum sweet and sticky. He watched me as I slid it in and out of my mouth, hand holding the base. I flicked my tongue against every sensitive spot along his length. I closed my hand, meeting my lips as I let his dick touch my tonsils. I sucked and slurped on him, searching for the spot that would curl his toes with my tongue. His breathing grew labored but he didn't moan. It seemed I would have to work for that. I guess this tall glass of water probably got a lot of blowjobs. I curled my tongue around the head as I slid my lips down his fat length. I let my tongue wander along his dick, giving my jaw a break before I went deep. His eyes didn't leave me, his hand caressing my hair. My hand found his firm ass and I pushed his dick past my tonsils. My throat flexed, my gag reflex pushing against the intrusion. God I was out of practice. I almost choked, tears burning my eyes. I didn't jerk back or cough, which I thanked god for. He sucked in a hard breath. I pulled his dick out of my throat, taking a deep breath. It was hot, his hard dick covered in my spit. I held onto him as I pushed him deep again. I pushed until I didn't feel like choking again. A sound came from his belly. He pulled my chin up to look at my watery eyes and spit soaked chin.
Suo purred, "You are such a hot little dicksucker. This counts as being inside you, right?"
I sassed him right back, "Choking on your dick not enough for you?"
Suo's eyes shone, his eyebrow twitching, "Oh it's fantastic. It's more that I want to do this."
His hand gripped my hair and pulled. My head jerked back, a sharp gasp escaping my mouth.
He barked, "Let me see that skilled tongue of yours."
He still had his fist in my hair. He could pull harder. I stuck out my tongue. A moan escaped him. He let me give him a few more deep bobs with his hand gripping my hair before pulling me onto the bed.
My lips throbbed as he pulled the condom and lube from a drawer. He leaned over me, sitting on the bed next to me. He plucked the buttons open on my shirt as he kissed my swollen lips. He took a moment to admire the smooth pale skin of my torso, my flat stomach and curved hips. He pulled off my boxer briefs, running his large hand over the sensitive skin of my hips and thighs. He smiled as he ran his fingers through the curly hair above my dick. I should have shaved. He made his fingers slick with lube as his mouth descended on my length. I let out a shuddering cry as the hot, wetness of his mouth slid down my dick. His hand gripped my thigh, pulling my leg up to my ribs. He spread my legs wide before dipping that wet index finger into me. I let out another cry as that finger pushed inside me and wiggled. God I was tight. When was the last time I fingered myself? He slowly bobbed on my cock as he fingered me, hot wet suction around my dick. It feels good, really good. He slid a second finger in and I gritted my teeth. The stretch of my band edged on being painful, even with his fingers slick with lube.
Suo said above my dick, "God you're tight."
I confessed nervously, "It's been a while."
