Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 3

And so, not for the first time, I enter a stranger’s hotel room. This is where I find out if he’s really what he appears to be.

A nervous tingle runs down my spine, the doubt of the unknown; the knowledge that, just possibly, I have misjudged and this man is…. a crackpot, a loony, a weirdo…. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

And of course, the doubt is part of the thrill….

“When did you book this room?” I ask.

“I’m staying here anyway. I wasn’t making assumptions. As I told you, I travel for my work and I use this hotel regularly.”

“Ah….”

He hangs his jacket neatly over a chair, then dims the lights

“Would you actually like some coffee? Or would you prefer wine?” he asks. “It’s always a little embarrassing, isn’t it? The first time with someone. So, just in case…. I got a bottle in….”

I nod. “Yes, those toe-curling minutes between the last cup of coffee and….”

He throws a side-glance at me then, chuckling, he produces a couple of glasses and a bottle from a cupboard.

“Music perhaps?” he suggests, waving me to a player. Have a look through the list, see what appeals to you. Make yourself comfortable.”

It’s a pleasant room, and looks expensive; beautifully decorated, with fresh flowers by the window, fruit in a bowl and elegant furniture. Eyeing the pale, thick carpet, I slip my shoes off.

I watch Ryan as he wrestles with the corkscrew, then pouring two glasses, passes one to me. Such a good-looking man; in the lowered light, his chocolate eyes are almost black.

Together on the settee, we sit in awkward silence for a minute. The wine glass is a handy prop, giving me something to do as I sip, waiting for….

…. for what comes next….

“So, who makes the first move, mmm?” he says, his arm slipping around my shoulders. “This may not be the last of the great romances, but I think we can both enjoy this.”

Taking my face in his palms, he brushes back a stray lock of my dark hair, finger-combing it back behind an ear.

He doesn’t smile, but his expression is intense as he gazes at me. “No, not pretty. Little girls and flowers are pretty. Kittens are pretty. You are beautiful.” He leans in to me, his mouth close to mine, not touching, but halfway, inviting me in closer. As I sway towards him, his lips brush my skin, just barely.

And now he smiles, his lips curving as he inclines his face to mine. This time, the kiss is deeper, the soft flesh of his mouth pressing to mine. He tastes of wine and a sweet, lustful masculinity.

The fingers of one hand twine through my dark chestnut locks. The other hand glides around my shoulders, pulling me in.

His face resting by mine, “How do you like it, Debbie? Hard? Soft? Do you want to take the lead? Or do you prefer me to?”

I didn’t expect him to ask me this. Most men simply get on with it.

“I like to be man-handled a bit….”

He pauses. “You enjoy pain?”

“No, not pain, or not too much. But I like the man to take charge.”

He nods. “Take charge? Dominate you, you mean?”

“Yes, that’s just what I mean.”

He pauses, collecting his thoughts I think, then, “Stand up.” He takes my wine glass from me. “Go on. Stand up.”

A little uncertainly, I rise.

“In there,” he says, head-pointing me through a door.

It’s the bedroom. Ryan follows me in, then spinning me by the shoulders, a hand on my chest, pushes me hard, backwards against the wall.

He’s strong….

“Like this?” Grabbing me by the wrists, he raises them over my head, pinning them, his body pressed against mine.

So close, he looms over me and my breath snatches….

“Like this?” he repeats, his voice fierce. “Answer me, Debbie. I’m not going to play these sorts of games without an answer from you.”

“Yes, like that.”

He presses against me harder, my heartbeat drumming through our joined bodies. “Do you undress yourself, or do I strip you?”

My breath juddering, “Strip me.”

His head tilts. “Really? Wish I’d known that before. I’d have made some arrangements over what you would wear….”

His hands sliding down to the hem of my pullover, he tugs at it, jerking it up and over my head. “I’d like to rip it off you, but not this time, eh?”

My heart is racing, chest heaving. He reaches back around me, deliberately rough, unclipping my bra and yanking it off me.

My breasts freed, he fastens his mouth around one, stooping to take it between his lips. The other, he kneads one-handedly, pinching at the nipple, which hardens and crinkles.

“You do enjoy this, don’t you?” he murmurs. “So do I. Let’s see just how rough you like it.”

Grabbing my wrists again, he pulls me away from the wall, dragging me towards the bed, then turning me, pushes me down on the mattress, flat on my back. The zip rasps as he unfastens my jeans and peels them away, leaving me in just my white lacy panties.

Propping myself on my elbows, panting now, I watch as he strips off tie and shirt, and shrugs off shoes. Through his black trousers, the unmistakable bulge of his erection presses tight. Bare-chested, he is tawny skinned, with a scattering of black hair and taut, lean abs.

“I’m going to enjoy this, Debbie. Fucking you….”

He’s pressing all my buttons…. all of them….

My clit tingling, my pussy knots and clenches, and my panties are wet…. very wet….

Ah, Jeez….

“…. Kirstie.”

“What?”

“It’s not Debbie. My name’s Kirstie….”

He cocks an eyebrow. “It suits you better. You didn’t really look like a ‘Debbie’ to me. That’s a ‘pretty’ name.” He clambers over me, hovering on all fours, straddling my quivering body. “I’ll rephrase it then. I’m going to enjoy fucking you, Kirstie.”

He kneels up, still straddling my legs. “So, you like being dominated…. Do as you’re told then.” He cocks his head to my panties. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“You know what. Let me see what I’m going to fuck. Give me a show.”

“You want me to….?”

“Do as you’re told.” He looks down at my crotch. “If I thought seduction was what you wanted, I’d go for it. But you don’t. I can see from here that you’re dripping. And if you wanted to be coy, you should have worn black. Now….” he traces a finger over the dark stain on the crotch of my panties, then, pulling the satin to one side, slips it inside. “So, if you want me to fuck you, show me what you’ve got.”

He’s not smiling anymore. Instead, his gaze alternates between my eyes and my liquifying pussy.

“I’m waiting….” His finger brushes over my clit, sending a shudder skipping through me. Very, very gently, he winds the hardening nub in a circle and electricity skitters through to my core which quivers and pulses.

Then it stops….

“That’s all you get until I get what I want. Show me….”

Trembling, Ryan looking down at me, his eyes following my movements, I glide hands down into my panties, sliding them away. My movement is blocked by his legs straddling mine, and he swings over to sit beside me instead, his gaze locked on my hands.

As the silky garment slides off, leaving me naked to this near-stranger, arching my spine, I display myself….

“Very nice, but open your legs more.”

Suddenly feeling a bit timid, I ease my thighs further apart to display my unfurling pussy.

“Wider. I want a better view.”

I slip a finger in between my folds. A hot flush is spreading over my breasts, perspiration beading my skin, and despite my discomfiture at what I am being asked….

Instructed….?

….. to do, my pussy is welling; swollen and slick.

“That’s better. I can see properly now. You’re sopping. Now, fuck yourself. Go on, let me see those fingers moving.”

Obediently, I push into myself, dipping into my slick channel.

“Deeper,” he says.

Pressing in more deeply, I reach for my g-spot. It’s not easy; very difficult to do for yourself, but I try.

He pulls my hand away. “Here, let me do that.” Penetrating me with his long fingers, they curl up inside me, rubbing at my inner walls. And as sheer pleasure ripples through my belly, I wail, a hot gush bursting down my thighs.

“Good girl, Kirstie. That’s what I like to see.” He rubs harder, and my wails rise to howls, while my hips rise involuntarily, my body arching to rest on my soles and shoulders. “I want your cunt dissolving by the time I get my cock inside you.”

Retracting his fingers, he sucks them clean. “Mmmm, lovely.”

Then dipping in again, pushes his hand at my mouth. “Taste yourself. Lick yourself off me”

As I mouth my briny, lemony juices away, he says “That’s nice. I wanted to see a preview of how it’s going to look when I’ve got my cock in there. Do you like to suck cock, Kirstie?”

His fingers still in my mouth, awkwardly, I nod.

“Good.” He says. “I’ll see what I can do about that in a while, but for now, I’m going to lick you out; get a better taste of you.”

Rolling to his knees between my legs, he stoops, covering my sex with his mouth. The delicious heat of it bathing my folds, I whimper as he rolls the hardened nub of my clit between his lips.

A frisson shivers across my flushing skin. “Oh, that’s wonderful.” I murmur, my fingers wandering through his hair. He makes a pleased sound but doesn’t break away. Instead, he drops to my pussy, drawing his tongue through my entrance, caressing my cunt and folds and clit in long, slow strokes; winding circles through my pussy, spiralling my bud.

Stroke upon stroke, my tension rises, my climax building….

There is a pause, a plateauing where time stands still; reality holding its breath….

…. Orgasm surges through my core and belly, my cunt pulsing heat that radiates out as I scream and howl out my crescendo. Heart hammering, blood pounding, rapture sings through my veins as I arch and strain and Come.

Gripping hard on my hips, fingers digging in, Ryan hangs on, swirling out my gushing, pulsing cunt.

Oh God……

“Stop. Ryan. Stop, please.”

He sits up, pulling the back of his hand across his mouth, eyes crinkled at the corners.

Standing, he unzips, dropping his pants. His hard cock quivers upright against a tracery of fine black hair leading down from his flat stomach.

Then crawling up the length of my body, he presses his naked, narrow hips between my thighs, his cock pulsing at my entrance. But, he doesn’t enter me yet.

“I’m going to fuck you first,” he whispers. “Then, I’m going to come in your mouth; leave you with the taste of my cum.

A bolt of pleasure sizzles through my core, and my hips jerk under him. “Ah, that’s good, Kirstie. That’s very good.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he buries himself in me, filling me with his shaft as my pussy quivers around him. Slowly sheathing himself inside me, he sighs, then taking a long breath, pauses….

Keeping his control…?

Abruptly, he thrusts; withdrawing, then ramming home hard, all but knocking the breath from me. I yell, and again, as he bangs into me once more.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Yes, but don’t stop.”

He repeats, building to a rhythm, and I rock with him as my body shakes and shudders under his.

He’s looking down on me now, supporting himself on strong arms as he plunges inside me, ram- rodding home. Sweat running down his forehead, he smells of musk and sex. His dark eyes squeezing shut, he bites his lip, then, with a gasp, withdraws.

Hovering over me again, “I’m going to face-fuck you now. Do I straddle you, I wonder? Feed myself to you here on the bed, or do I get you on your knees…?”

He drops to take a nipple into his mouth, pulling it with his teeth, nipping, hard enough to make me yelp and buck.

“On your knees, Kirstie.”

He stands and I kneel in front of him. Seizing my hair, he pushes his cock, glistening with my juices, against my lips. “Lick me clean,” he mutters. “From head to balls. Lick me clean.”

Compliantly, I glide my lips and mouth the length of his shaft, tonguing away the slick juices. But he is flowing now; a steady trickle of pre-cum that draws into sticky threads, glutinous over my lips and mouth. I wipe over the rim and the silky skin of the head, sucking gently at the slit.

Drawing a shuddering breath, he says “Open up.”

Parting my lips, he pushes in, still streaming, salty-sweet. He’s close now; too close. With a judder and a hoarse bark, he spurts, splashing inside my mouth, over the back of my throat. His hands gripping the back of my head, he holds me there as he spills.

Extending the moment for him as long as I am able, I circle him with the tip of my tongue, but he jerks away.

“Stop, Kirstie. That’s enough.” With a gasp, he falls backwards onto the bed, panting.

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