Relax

"That cake was amazing."

My boyfriend, Shawn, smiled at me and took my hand as we waited for the elevator of our hotel. We'd just gotten back from a bar a few blocks away, where we'd closed out the night after our one-year anniversary dinner. Both of us had our own apartments but we decided to book a hotel room for the night so we could spend the evening downtown and not have to worry about driving or getting a cab home.

"What do you think those little crumbly things were?" I asked. "Crushed up Oreos?"

"Maybe," Shawn said casually. "There weren't any on my slice."

I frowned. "Really? I thought we got the same kind of cake."

There was a ding, and the elevator doors opened. It was empty.

"Guess you just got lucky." Shawn pulled me through the doors. He hit the button for the 14th floor and turned to face me.

"How're you feeling?" he asked, putting his hands on my waist and gently pushing me toward the corner of the elevator.

"Mmm, good," I said, smiling what I was sure was a goofy smile. I did feel good. Drunker than I'd planned on getting—I'd stumbled on the way back from the bar a few times—but good.

Shawn chuckled and kissed my neck. His hands wandered over my body. I was surprised; he'd never been that into PDA and there was a camera in plain sight staring down at us.

I moaned softly as his hands traveled to my breasts. It was the dead of summer and I'd opted for a fairly skimpy dress; my nipples instantly became hard as his thumbs brushed over them through the thin material. I felt myself getting wet.

Just as Shawn began sliding one hand up my thigh my knees buckled. He laughed, tightening his grip on me so I wouldn't hit the floor.

"You," he said as he scooped me up in his arms, "are in no condition to walk."

The elevator doors opened and what felt like moments later I was laying on the bed of our hotel room, which felt like it was spinning.

"Those mojitos must have been stronger than I thought," I said with a giggle.

"Well, I did ask the bartender to make yours doubles," Shawn said, standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me as he took off his jacket. "But I don't think it was just the mojitos."

I giggled again stupidly. "What do you mean?"

Shawn laid down and propped himself up next to me. "Remember about three months ago, you told me about that little fantasy of yours?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek.

I blinked at him and tried to think.

"This room doesn't have a balcony, does it?"

Shawn smiled. "I'll give you a hint. Those little crumbly things on your cake weren't Oreos. While you were in the bathroom at dinner I broke up part of a chocolate edible onto your cake. Between that and the mojitos you're not gonna be able to do much but take my cock for the next couple hours."

Just like that I remembered. We'd been at home in bed and he'd asked me if I had any unfulfilled fantasies. I told him for years I'd often daydreamed about being drugged and used like a sex doll, unable to move but fully aware of what was happening as someone ravished me. He hadn't mentioned it again, and, worried he might have been put off by it, I hadn't either.

"Just say our safe word if you want me to stop," Shawn said. He ran his thumb over my bottom lip and kissed me. "But I don't think you'll want me to."

I tried to lift my arms and move my legs; it was technically possible but it felt like I was moving through thick molasses. A brief moment of alarm was quickly replaced by pleasure as Shawn's fingers trailed down my neck, over my breasts, and to my thighs. He hiked up my dress to my waist, lifted me to a sitting position, and pulled it up over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

He rested me back down and I stared blearily up at the ceiling, turning my head slightly to watch him undress himself.

I'd met Shawn at a mutual friend's housewarming party, and we started dating shortly after. Even a year later my friends still commented on how not my type he was. Up until then I'd seemed to gravitate toward more serious, compact, muscular guys; in truth, though, they'd been the ones to chase me and I just sort of figured, "Why not?"

Shawn, meanwhile, was funny and sweet and kind of goofy. Meeting him was the first time since college I'd felt the urge to pursue someone rather than just wait to be pursued. The fact that the goofball attitude was replaced with a no-nonsense-take-charge one when we were fucking didn't hurt.

He definitely wasn't fooling around tonight. It was smart of him to wait a few months after I told him about my fantasy to fulfill it. I'd completely forgotten we even talked about it and never would have expected him to just dose me out of nowhere.

Once he'd stripped down to his boxer briefs he joined me on the bed again. He picked up my arm by the wrist and held it in the air for a moment before letting it drop back down.

"I'm really going to enjoy making you my fucktoy tonight," he whispered in my ear. A pleasant shiver ran through me as his lips swept over the lobe.

"That's what you want, isn't it, baby?" he asked, before kissing my neck. "For me to do whatever I want with you?"

I whimpered as he gently pinched one of my nipples through my bra. I felt him getting hard against my leg.

"To put my hands and mouth all over you?" he continued. "Fill your holes with my cock while you lay there like a doll?"

He slid his hand between my legs, over my panties, which were already incredibly damp and getting wetter by the moment.

"Look at that," Shawn said, pushing his fingers under the fabric and against my opening. "I've barely touched you and you're already dripping."

I moaned and tried to thrust my hips toward his hand, but he pulled it away.

"Not yet," he said with a tsk. "I need you to do something for me first."

He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the bed, letting my head hang down so I was facing him. He pulled his cock out and let it rest over the top of his underwear, moving the it close so it was nearly brushing my lips.

"Lick it for me."

I started sloppily licking the head. It wasn't long before he began plunging the shaft into my mouth, a little farther each time, until my lips were touching his pelvis. He pulled my bra up, exposing my breasts, and began pinching my nipples. I moaned on his cock.

"That's a good girl, get me nice and hard so I can fuck your pretty little pussy," he said, reaching down and rubbing my clit through my panties. "But first we should stretch it out a little."

Shawn pulled out of my mouth and walked over to his suitcase. When he returned he climbed back onto the bed and showed me what he'd retrieved. It was a small satin bag, from which he pulled a bright purple 5" vibrator. Even in my state I recognized it as the one from my own collection.

"See, I know you're just aching for me to fill that pussy of yours," he said, pulling me back to the middle of the bed. "But I'm not quite done with your mouth yet."

He tugged my panties off and discarded them on the floor. After he spread my legs he kneeled next to my head.

"Open up," he told me, and once I did he pushed his cock into my mouth and the vibrator into my slit at the same time. I groaned, the sound muffled by his shaft.

He began fucking both holes in sync. It was at this point that time seemed to start skipping forward. Minutes felt like they were passing in moments. All of a sudden his cock wasn't in my mouth, it was between my legs.

"Tell me you want it, baby," he whispered, propping himself up above me, biting my earlobe. He reached down and pressed himself against my opening, pushing into me just the tiniest bit. My cunt was already tightening in anticipation.

"I want it," I slurred. "Please."

I gasped as Shawn filled me with one thrust; he was a good two inches longer and inch thicker than the vibrator. He interlaced the fingers of one of his hands with mine, curling the others in my hair as he fucked me.

"God, I love how fucking tight you are," he moaned in my ear. "Just a tight little hole for me to fuck and lick."

Suddenly he was sitting up. I tried to open my legs for him, but all I could do was lay there limply. Instead he held my legs open by my ankles, slowing his speed so he could pull nearly all the way out before pushing back into me so far his balls hit my ass.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he said, looking down to watch himself slide in and out of me. He started to speed up again, his eyes moving upward. "Fuck, I love watching your tits bounce like that."

I realized my bra was off; he must have removed it at some point.

Next thing I knew I was on my knees, my face pressed to the bed and my ass in the air. Shawn was leaning over me with his chest pressed to my back, one hand on the bed frame, the other on my shoulder, as he fucked me fast and hard.

"That's it, you like taking it like a little slut, don't you, baby," he said, his mouth against my ear. "You like being ridden like a whore."

My pussy began to clench. I knew if he kept talking to me like I would cum, and he knew it too.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked, reaching one hand down to rub my clit. "Cum on my cock like a good little whore. A little slut who just bends over and lets me fuck your hole as hard as I want until I'm ready to fill it with cum. You want my cum, don't you baby? You want to feel it dripping out of you?"

"I—I—" I couldn't get any words out. He could clearly tell I was finishing, though, and the sensation of my orgasm must have been too much, because I felt him start to pulsate inside me. At the last moment he pulled out and I felt ropes of his hot, sticky cum hit my back.

I wasn't surprised he hadn't actually finished inside me; we'd stopped using condoms a couple months earlier but he always came somewhere on me or in my mouth. Still, and I don't know if it was the drugs or booze or both, but I felt a sort of longing for him to follow through on his dirty talk this time.

After a few moments—or minutes—Shawn climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I heard the faucet run for a bit and then felt him wipe a damp, warm towel over my back. Once he'd cleaned me up he wadded up the towel, threw it onto the desk chair, and joined me on the bed again.

Shawn rolled me over onto my back and snuggled up to me. He was the first guy I'd been with who not only bothered with aftercare but seemed to genuinely enjoy it. Most of the time when we fucked it got rough physically, verbally, or both, and we always followed it up with a lot of gentle kissing, caressing, and stroking until we decided it was time to go to sleep, or for round two.

"Did you enjoy that?" Shawn asked me, his hands softly roving over my body.

"Mm-hm," I managed to say, smiling at him lazily.

He kissed my neck and shoulders. "Do you want more?"

"Mm-hm," I repeated, and he kissed me on the mouth. I still couldn't lift my arms but I was able to kiss him back. As we kissed he reached for the vibrator that was still in one corner of the bed, turned it on, and pressed it to my clit.

I started breathing heavily as he kissed my neck again. He'd learned early on the exact spots on my body to kiss to make my cunt throb.

"Cum for me, baby," he said in my ear, biting the lobe again. He gently dragged his lips down my neck to my breasts and swirled his tongue around my nipples and the vibrator around my clit.

"Fuck me," I breathed, desperate to feel him inside me again.

"Yeah, you want to cum on my cock again?"

"Yes," I said, almost whining at this point.

"All right, baby, but I need to taste that pussy first."

After turning off the vibrator and setting it aside, he moved between my legs and began slowly flicking his tongue against my clit. He placed my feet on his shoulders so he could finger me with one hand and stroke his shaft with the other.

"Tell me you want my cock again, baby," he said once he was hard again, looking up at me with a devious smile.

"Please," I whimpered. "I need you to fuck me."

He kissed his way up my stomach and breasts, until his cock was at my opening. He slipped inside me and fucked me slowly, fondling my breasts and craning his neck to kiss mine.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he said. "I just wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel."

He started fucking me faster until he felt my slit begin to tighten again.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked. "Do you wanna cum again?"

"I want you to cum in me," I murmured.

"Mmm, you want my cum, you little—"

"No, for real" I said, managing to speak more clearly this time. I looked at him pleadingly. "I want to feel it inside me."

He looked momentarily surprised. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, and he kissed me and started fucking me faster still. He pressed his forehead against mine as my orgasm started to rise.

"Cum in me," I whispered again. "Please."

He moaned, his fingers digging into my shoulder, and I felt his seed hit the walls of my pussy. The sensation pushed me over the edge and I came, my cunt gripping his cock as it throbbed inside me.

After we'd both finished Shawn pulled out but stayed on top of me, his head buried in my neck. We were both breathing hard.

"That was incredible," he finally said, lifting his head to kiss my chest and shoulders. He looked up at me. "You're fucking amazing."

"No, you are." As I said it I could tell I was sobering up a bit. "That was so much better than I imagined it. Feel free to drug my desserts any time."

Shawn laughed and reached down to the floor for his pants. He pulled a plastic sandwich bag from the pocket and held it up in front of me. I smiled. It was filled with small chocolates.