The Boyfriend Experience (2 page)

He pulled away from her, looking down at her
bare breasts, the pale skin of her stomach. She covered her mouth
with one hand as she giggled up at him, her other hand still
shielding her from view.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked,
running his hand over hers and drawing a shiver.

She covered her mouth, but she beamed at
him. “Nothing.”

With one purposeful movement, he grabbed her
by the ankles, lifted her legs upward and pulled them apart. She
shrieked and pressed her hands to his stomach as he quickly lowered
himself onto her. She could cover herself all she wanted now, he’d
made it quite clear that he would do as he pleased.

“There, isn’t that better?”

He kissed her throat, languishing in the
sensation of her smooth legs as she wrapped them around him. She
loved the way his mouth felt on her breasts and he could use that
to draw her hands away from more intimate places. He let his hand
wander down her side, over her hip to her stomach, just inches
above the dark hair she’d been hiding from him. His hand moved
lower and she squealed, quickly entwining her fingers with his to
keep them at bay. He left her breasts, the nipples now hardened
peaks, and slipped down across her stomach, kissing her. She
fought, desperate to keep him from doing exactly what he intended.
She hooked her hands under his arms and pulled, whimpering in
protest, but he moved lower, pressing his lips to the skin just
below her navel. Her hands were between him and his prize, so
rather than fight, he kissed them. First at the wrist, then the
back of her hand, then her first knuckle. With each kiss he drew
lower, toward places she couldn’t cover. She pleaded until her
final attempt to fight him; she tried to lift her legs above him
and close them. He caught them as they rose up and planted them
back down onto the mattress.

He gave her a stern look. “Tsk-tsk.”

She inhaled as he took hold of her hands and
pulled them aside, leaving her warmth exposed to him. She covered
her face, her breath shallow and urgent.

He took his time, first kissing her leg
mid-thigh, then higher. He kissed the soft tuft of hair just above
his mark and watched her body move in response. He let her feel his
breath as he drew close, and as she held hers.

He ran his tongue over her clitoris for the
first time and she gasped. She was so wet, and he relished the
taste of her. He quickly did it again, watching her response. She
gave a tortured sigh and he moved to attack, pressing his open
mouth firmly against her, letting his tongue move over her. She
moaned, curling up to watch him. He moved his lips, lapped at her
firmly, then sucked at her, turning his head from side to side to
make her shriek. He groaned as he pressed his mouth to her again.
He knew she liked to hear him, liked to hear when he was pleased,
and he knew that hearing his pleasure now would send her reeling.
And it did - she lifted her legs up off the bed and her fingers
found his hair, scratching across his scalp as he devoured her. He
felt her moving beneath him, her hips shifting upward in rhythm. He
moved with her as it grew more intense, until she began grinding
against him. Her moans were constant now with garbled strings of
“yes,” and “please,” and “don’t stop, right there,” drawing more
heightened with each passing moment. He took hold of her hips and
pressed himself harder against her. She growled, lifting her
backside from the mattress. He moved swiftly to take advantage of
her arousal, ran his tongue down before she could realize and slid
it into her wet pussy. She screamed, grabbed him by the hair so
roughly he thought she might tear it loose, and pulled him into
her. He gripped her and slid his tongue in and out as she cried
over and over.

“Oh god, you
mother fucker
!”

Though she couldn’t see, he smiled. He felt
her legs shaking as she dropped back down to the mattress. Her
muscles had gone weak. She was getting close. He pressed his hands
to her thighs and lifted her legs higher before running his fingers
along her wet lips. She looked down at him with pleading eyes and
he slid his fingers inside. She moaned gratefully, her fingers
clasped firmly in his hair. Her movements grew swifter, more
desperate and he let his fingers explore deeply. He played his
fingers expertly, pushing them into her over and over with such
speed that her moans bled together into one long desperate cry. He
let his knuckles slam against her roughly as he moved his tongue
against her. She gasped and held her breath and he knew. He shifted
himself upward so he could finish her, her hands clamped onto the
back of his head, holding him to her as her whole body tensed. He
felt the muscles in her thighs move and suddenly he felt her
tighten around his fingers. In waves it came, and he wanted nothing
more than to bury his hard cock in that warmth, and feel her come
again. He groaned at the sensation, but did not slow. He knew she
would give him a sign when it was time to stop. She gasped again
and shook under him. Then he felt her grip in his hair loosen, her
legs went slack and she fell back onto the pillow with a breathless
cry. That was his sign.

He kissed her once more, then her thigh,
then slid his fingers slowly out of her, waiting to be sure she
would see. When she met his gaze, he sucked her from his
fingers.

He was throbbing now to the point of near
pain. He ran his hand over his mouth and moved up the length of her
body, kissing her white skin as he did. He settled himself above
her, one hand stroking what was now his achingly hard sex. She
grabbed him and kissed him deeply, then hooked her ankles at his
hips once more and tugged. He obliged, moving himself over her
until he pressed the head of his cock against her now overly
sensitive sex. She shivered as he ran it over the wet mound again
and again.

“You like to be teased don’t you?”

She shook her head no, but she was smiling.
He lowered himself closer to her lips and spoke low.

“Do you want it?”

She growled again and dug her nails into his
back. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I want it,” she said and moved under him
before whining in protest of his tease.

“What do you want?”

She blushed, her voice just a whisper. “Mmm,
I want your cock inside me.”

He slid the head down and pressed himself
until her body yielded to him. She gasped and clutched at him as he
slowly slid inside.

He moved slowly, watching her. She shifted
beneath him, her hands pulling at his hips for him to move deeper.
She was warm and wet, and he fought the urge to move faster, to
fuck her. He would wait until she asked.

He let her lead, her hips grinding beneath
him and against him. He watched her closed eyes, waiting for his
signal. Finally, she scratched her fingernails into his backside.
She looked at him, smiling before biting at his lower lip.

“Come on, punish me with that beautiful cock
of yours.”

He smiled wide and kissed her back, pressing
himself down onto her. Then with a swift move, he pulled himself up
to his knees, grabbed her at the hips and tugged her toward him.
She shrieked softly.

“You sure?” He accentuated his question with
a sudden thrust, his pelvis slamming into her thighs. “You think
you can handle that?”

She gasped and nodded, all the while keeping
his gaze. He thrust again and watched her. Her face contorted, but
she did not look away. He thrust faster this time, building a
rhythm at a torturous pace. She cried out, but continued to watch
his eyes, a wicked smile on her face.

He was fighting to hide his own need. This
game was intended to thrill and tease her, but he felt the ache
himself. He was ready to take her, but he wanted to draw it out as
long as he could. He wondered who he was torturing more.

“I want you to annihilate me,” she said.

“Well, when you put it like that.”

He gripped her tightly and thrust himself
into her, then without paused slipped out and thrust again. She
gave a shocked cry and turned her eyes to where their bodies now
met, watching him disappear into her. She pressed her hand to his
stomach gently, a sign he’d driven deep, but he did not waver. He
thrust again, the sound of their bodies slamming into one another
in quick rhythm. She watched, touching him as he built up speed.
Her gasps quickly grew to full moans.

He slipped in and out with ease, his
generous cock driving as deep as it could. He bent to her breast,
clamping his mouth over her nipple. She writhed beneath him,
grinding against him, meeting his thrusts with equal intention. The
sensation was growing irresistible. He felt her legs around him,
her pussy like velvet as he thrust inside her. He felt the pressure
building. He had to settle himself in the sensation, or he might
lose control. Her legs began to shake at his sides and he slipped
his hand down to her clitoris. She shivered as his fingers began to
play against her.

She curled herself up into him and grabbed
his shoulders. “Oh God, don’t stop!”

He set his elbows into the mattress and
moved quickly, pressing himself into her as she slowed beneath him.
Her mouth opened in silent protest and her head fell back. She was
close. He steadied himself there, driving down into her, watching
her.

Yet as she grew close, his own body sought
release. He felt the heat in his sex rising against the heat of
hers – the pressure building with every thrust. He looked down at
her and felt her legs and her sex tighten around him as she gasped,
digging her nails into his shoulders. If he stopped now, she would
kill him. Literally, she would kill him. He couldn’t stop, under
any circumstances. He searched his mind for anything that might
delay it – Hockey, yard work, he even tried to mentally compile a
grocery list, but it was no use, her whispers of need couldn’t be
drowned out with mundane thoughts. With each thrust, the sensation
grew more intense, more difficult to withstand, but she was not yet
spent. He did not stop, his breathing growing sharper with effort.
She lifted herself, holding tightly to him, breathing the word,
‘Please.’ He sped up despite the consequence.

Heat pulsed through his cock with each
thrust, rising - hotter, higher. She convulsed beneath him and
exhaled. He kept his rhythm, hoping to let her ride the sensation
as long as he could. He stifled a cry as he came in her warm, wet
pussy.

He fought to keep his rhythm as she relaxed,
running her fingertips down his sides. He slowed, gratefully, the
sensation growing too intense to continue. He slumped onto her, his
face buried in the crook of her neck.

“You slacker.”

He chuckled. “I tried, baby. I couldn’t help
it.”

“Psh! What am I paying you for?”

He laughed again, rolling onto the mattress
beside her. She was smiling, her face flushed. He kissed her and
told her she was beautiful. She accused him of trying to change the
subject.

“Give me a few minutes and I’m all
yours.”

“You better be,” she said and climbed on top
of him, her warm sex now pressed onto his. She beamed at him before
bending to kiss him. He ran his hands over her thighs, rubbing her
backside. She wriggled on top of him, letting him feel her wetness.
As she shifted there, taking hold of his hands and pinning them to
the mattress above his head, she growled softly. His sex was
already responding to her.

“Oh, a few minutes, huh?”

***

He sat up on the edge of the bed, scanning
the floor for his clothes, but feeling little inspiration to
collect them. He was tired and warm and more than willing to curl
into that bed and sleep with her, but the time was up. He had to
leave.

“You’re the best birthday present ever.”

Stephen chuckled. “I’m glad you think
so.”

She shifted to him on the edge of the bed,
pressing her bare breasts to his back as she embraced him. This did
not help fuel his desire to leave. They’d ended up making love
several times in their three hours, including one last time in the
shower as a close to the evening. She smelled of shampoo and soap,
though the scent of their activities still lingered in the
room.

“I’m actually considering adding another
appointment. Once a year isn’t nearly enough.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. What about Valentine’s Day?”

He took her hand and kissed it. “I’m booked
on Valentine’s Day.”

She moved to meet his gaze. Her makeup had
shifted, leaving her eyes smoky, but bright. She was smiling.

“Well, maybe I should just let you hire me
on your birthday.”

He laughed. “Oh yeah, you thinking of
getting into the business?”

“No, but I might make an exception for
you.”

He raised his eyebrows and scratched his
chin, appraising her. “Hmm, mmyes.”

“I’ll definitely be more expensive
though.”

“I bet you’re worth every penny.”

They both glanced at the clock - 9:50. She
whined and kissed him before slumping back down onto the mattress.
He stood up and bent to retrieve his boxers at the foot of the bed.
She gave a few appreciative catcalls when he let the towel fall to
the floor. He began getting dressed, and by the time he was lifting
his jacket from the counter, the urge to leave was as weak as it
had been when he lay beside her. Still, the time had come. She
stood and crossed the room, collecting her own dress from the
floor. He put his jacket on and straightened his tie.

“Will you do me a favor before you go?”

He turned to find her standing with her back
to him, her dress zipper open down her back. He let his fingers
graze her skin as he zipped up the back of her dress. He couldn’t
help but note that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

She turned, threw her arms around his neck
and kissed him deeply, her fingers firmly gripping his hair. He
held her around the waist, remembering the initial touch of that
evening, a touch that had occurred where they now stood. She
released him and he again glanced at the clock.