I don't know when he's coming home or if he'll be alone, but I wait. Won't be long till the bars close. But I swear to myself I won't wait long. Not more than a half hour. It'll take him at least that long to get home. No longer though.
Finally he walks up to the door alone, his breath hanging in a cloud on the cold air. For a minute he doesn't see me and I just look at him - what a cocky way he moves. Even when there's nobody watching he walks like he owns the world. And maybe he fucking does.
I step out of the shadows and he looks up. Not surprised. He smiles wickedly. Trying to play it off, but I can see in his eyes that he's just as excited by this as I am. He knows what I'm here for.
I follow him down the hall and while he unlocks the door I reach around and stroke the bulge in his crotch. It hardens to my touch and when we burst through the door he shoves me against the wall and assaults my mouth with his hard and hungry tongue. There's liquor on my breath but I'm not that drunk - not as drunk as he probably thinks.
Neither one of us says a word as he steers me backward toward the bedroom. I stumble but cling desperately to his mouth. I'm addicted to his taste. It undoes me completely. Makes me forget who I think am. Only he can do this to me.
Reaching back, he hits the light switch. As our clothes melt off I shiver with anticipation, watching him undress. He's sculpted and perfect. A sexy line of brown hair down his abs and trailing down from his belly button. Sexy gorgeous impeccable bastard. I want him so bad my knees are shaking and my cock is leaking, drooling down my naked hip. I stare at his cock. Fat and thick and sweet.
"Get on the bed," he orders harshly.
For a second I resent him. Who the fuck does he think he is? Nobody fucking orders me around.
But I know who he is and so does he. I do it, because I want him that much. I lie down and stretch out the way he likes it. He gets the belt and loops it around my wrists, pulling my arms slowly over my head. He cinches it around the headboard. The smell of leather makes me so hot. I start shaking all over as he grins down at me, his eyes smugly taking in my naked and exposed body laid out for his pleasure. Smirking, he walks around the bed and checks me out from every angle. I feel exposed and a little humiliated, a little nervous and a lot turned on. Does he like what he sees? What's he going to do? I never know and it makes me crazy with lust.
He gets on his knees next to me and runs his index finger down my chest slowly. I shiver. My ribs… my nipples… my armpits, all exposed. And he knows every single one of my weak spots. The smirk on his face gets even wider as he runs his finger lightly down the hard, throbbing length of my cock. He dips his finger in the little pool of juices on my belly and lifts his finger to my lips, letting me taste my essence. I lick his finger greedily and suck it until he pulls it out.
He straddles my stomach. His cock is so suckable but it's too far from my face; he laughs when I strain my neck to get at it but can't. He reaches down and tweaks my nipples. I cringe and twist, whimpering my protest because I know what he's about to do now. He circles my nipples with his thumbs until they stand up in hard peaks despite myself. I'm panting now in short breaths. No, don't…
He pinches them hard. I scream silently and buck in wild protest, but he has me pinned firmly with his weight and he just laughs. He knows I beg and plead not to have my nipples pinched… he delights in doing it. Pain shoots through me but the pleasure is harsh and electric and frightening as I give in to him completely.
While I reel he bends down and takes my arms in his hands. I tremble as he bends and slowly licks a trail down the inside of my upper arm. I squirm and beg. No, not there. But my pleas are always on deaf ears with him. He attacks my armpit, licks and sucks it while I thrash from side to side, stop stop stop. I can't move - can't stop him - he pins me fiercely and twists my nipple with his other hand as he soaks my armpit with his spit and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm totally open to him and I hate it and I love it.
