Dirty Seduction

I didn’t doubt that. I wanted to taste it all with him. Everything he knew. Everything he could give. Everything he could show me.

“You haven’t answered my question.” He was staring up at me from between my legs, grinning over the hair of my pussy. “I asked you what you thought about when you played with your cunt at night.”

“You,” I said. “I think about you.”

“What about me? Do you imagine that I’m fucking you?”My tits were a whole other level of sensitivity as he sucked on my nipples. My skin was damp with sweat as he made his way back down my body. My clit was still sparking, so tender that it made me flinch as he lapped at me, just once. He didn’t linger there, just kept on going down. He yanked me down the bed and pushed my legs up high, and I got a fresh bout of nerves, post orgasm. I knew he was staring at my asshole. My face must have been like beetroot, wondering if I was clean.

“Have you ever imagined how it would feel to take a cock in your ass?” he asked me.

“Yes. Plenty of times. Especially when I’m hearing it in audio,” I said.

“Really? And what else have you imagined? What do you think about when you play with your clit?” He kissed me, in my dirtiest spot. A hot kiss that felt so weird. “How about this?”

He kept probing, pushing the tip of his tongue against my ass. It made me whimper, too embarrassed to look at him.

He spotted that.

“I want your eyes on me,” he said. “You have nothing to be self-conscious about here. I want to know every single part of you. I love filthy secrets.” His laugh was dirty. “I love filthy everything.”

His words had my clit tingling all over again.

“Yes,” I said, “I imagine that it’s your fingers playing with my cunt.”

He grinned at that. His eyes were full of lust as he dropped back to my asshole and pushed his tongue inside and I squirmed for him, it felt so weirdly nice.

I couldn’t believe I had the man upstairs’ tongue digging into my asshole. He was the man from my fantasies, and here he was. It was a dream come to life, a high unknown to the lows of my past. I seriously could have pinched myself, but I didn’t want to wake up from such a filthy dream.

He kissed and licked and probed my ass until I was building to a peak for a second time. His experience was so obvious when he read my body like a novel. As though I was the material of his profession, and he was the lecturer, right here with me. He brushed my clit as I began to rise again a gentle tune. A skilled one.

The next orgasm came quickly. A harsh spike that had me wailing like a needy bitch. All it did was make him smile.

He played, and played, and played, until I was a sweaty, tingling wreck, still clutching at the headboard. My fingers were sore by the time he finally relented and laid at my side, lips puffy from all the pleasure he’d been giving me.

I considered trying to loosen his tie for a second time, but he didn’t give me the chance to. He got up from the bed and held out a hand. I took it and got to my feet, my legs aching.

“I think you need a drink,” he said, and he was right about that. My throat was parched. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold,” he said as we passed his wardrobe. He took a shirt off a hanger. “I’d prefer you naked, of course, but I’m not sure the temperature would be that kind. The heating isn’t exactly up to par in this place.”

It was another hint as to the past he’d arrived from.

“Thanks,” I said and slipped his shirt over my head. I loved the way it smelt of his fabric softener.

He was straight through to the kitchen.

“Tea, coffee, water, orange juice, cordial?” He smirked at me. “Whisky?”

I laughed. “Orange juice, please. Then who knows? Maybe a whisky to follow.”

“Adventurous, are you?”

“Sometimes.”

I was bouncing on the bubble of fantasy, my body still possessed by the dirty attention I’d received at the hands of a man like Julian. A man I’d never have expected to have met, let alone have sex with.

I prayed that would happen soon.

I wanted more than anything to have sex with Julian. I wanted his cock to be the one inside me for the very first time.

He handed over my orange juice and got one for himself. We stood in silence, both of us sipping, not quite sure what to say. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. It never was.

I opted for humor, nodding my head towards his suit.

“Do you ever take that off?”

He laughed, looking down at his glass. “Occasionally. Luckily, I have more than one.”

“I know,” I said. “I saw them.”

“I don’t do much variety these days.”

I looked him dead on. “How come?”

It was a precursor to a much deeper set of questions, and he knew it.

“My past is quite a murky area. I don’t think you want to go there. I certainly don’t.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

He was wrong, though. I did want to go there. I wanted to know Julian as well as he knew every part of my body.

My confidence was growing, possibly an orgasm high.

“How come you ended up here?” I asked him. “Seriously.”

“As I said, I have a very murky past.”

I took his wrist as he made to walk past me.

“You just licked my ass, Julian. You can tell me a few of your secrets, don’t you think?”

His eyes were still so dark as they sparkled.

“Is this a bartering service? You’ve licked my ass, so tell me why you fucked your family over and destroyed their lives?”

Ouch. His words knocked me back. I let go of his wrist.

“There you go,” he said. “Not all that pleasant, is it?”