Page 8 of Home Run

“Uh, fuck yes.” I didn’t even care if it was something weird or crazy. I was so high on pleasure, on being so close to orgasm but never achieving it, that I’d probably agree to just about anything right now.

“Good.” She suddenly shot up. “Grab the condoms!”

To my complete surprise, she walked outside. Naked. Only, once I followed her, I realized it wasn’t quite outside, but to a screened porch off the side of the bungalow. It had a table and chairs, a low loveseat, a bathtub, and a hammock. The waves were even louder now and the sea breeze almost gave me a chill. The air reeked of saltwater. There were some hibiscus bushes and palm trees, but no other cover separating us from anyone on the beach or the other bungalows.

“Sit,” she demanded, pointing at the outdoor loveseat.

I grabbed one of the folded beach towels and laid it down first, then followed directions. As soon as I settled, she straddled me. “I have been dreaming of fucking on this porch forever. The waves? The outdoors? I love it. It would have been better during the day with the sun out, but this will do. This will do nicely.”

I grunted. “Are you an exhibitionist?” Not that I cared. Money could usually make problems like being discovered disappear.

“No. But I get a little horny when the sun is on my skin.”

A vision of us naked in the sun hit me. The urge to see her again was strong, especially when she put ideas like that in my head. She unwrapped a condom and handed it to me. As soon as it was secure she rose up and took me inside, stroke by wonderful stroke.

Her body was truly amazing. Hot, wet, and tight around my very hard and willing cock. Every time she sank deeper I blacked out for a moment. And when she locked us in place, my erection buried completely inside her heat, I noticed that her breasts were tantalizingly close to my mouth. I bent her back and feasted. As I teased one nipple her channel fluttered around me. I strained, all the blood in my body flooding to one spot in effort to be as hard and large and ready as possible.

When I licked the other nipple her whole channel squeezed my entire dick at once and she gripped at my biceps like a lifeline. “Yes Rhett! You have a magic tongue and a perfect cock and I could do this all night.”

I smiled. “I did promise something to that effect.” Then I sucked her nipple hard into my mouth and against my tongue. When she cried out, a feeling of complete satisfaction washed over me like it did when we won a game.

“Which feels better?” she panted as she spoke. “My mouth or my pussy?”

“Both.” The answer was easy. Every single thing about Hope felt good. But there was a winner. “But the best is always wherever I am.” I slid my hands down her back to her hips and surged up, making her take the last of me. “And right now, your pussy is perfect.”

She cried out. For a split second I worried someone would hear us, that we should be quieter. And then I realized I really didn’t care. The louder Hope got the harder I got. To my surprise, she took my hands and placed them on her breasts, pushing them together. “You play as much as you want, but let me do the rest, okay?”

I nodded, too turned on to do anything else. “Yes ma’am.”

“Oh I like that. Show me.” She wiggled her shoulders so that her nipples slid against my lips. I licked out, flicking one. She quivered. That was all it took. I had to make her do that again.

And again.

And again.

I went wild on her nipples, swirling, sucking nibbling, all while she recovered. Her flutters became more frequent. Her channel hotter and wetter. And then…she began to move. Up and down my cock, grinding her hips against mine. I tried to keep playing. But then she took my wrists and pushed them against the back of the loveseat, essentially holding me prisoner while she fucked me.

“Oh I like this.” I never let go. Never gave full control over to anyone. I never realized I could find something like this pleasurable. I had nothing to do except admire her body and feel. Relaxation took hold. Maybe I was blacking out. All I knew was that my senses focused down to one thing: orgasm.

My muscles began to tighten. Electricity seemed to gather low in my belly. “That’s it Rhett. That’s it. You are so hard. I love it. I could ride you all night. Take your time.”

The electricity continued to build. For the first time I could remember in ages—maybe ever—I did nothing. I didn’t take over, I didn’t pump into her like a lunatic. Instead, I let my orgasm gather like a storm and hit me by surprise. Complete pleasure washed over me from head to toe, and then out in one stroke of lightning. Then another.

Then one more.

Hope slammed down onto my cock one last time, taking me deep, then ground down hard against my hips as she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my throat. “That’s it. So good. Enjoy it.”

I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I was completely incapacitated. Possibly unconscious. Hope may very well have fucked me senseless. It was like I was asleep and dreaming until my fingers began to tingle and Hope pulled away. “We should take care of the condom,” she whispered gently, placing a towel in my hand and disappearing inside.

A moment later she placed kisses on my forehead and cheeks. “Feeling better?”

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into my lap again. “I’m more convinced than ever that none of this is real. No fucking way that just happened.” It was quite possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had.

Something weird ached in my chest as she looked up at me and stroked my jaw. “Oh, it’s real. And it’s not over.”

Defying all odds, my cock twitched against my thigh. “What do you have in mind?” After that, Hope could have anything she wanted. My wallet, my t-shirts, anything.

A soft look made her eyes flutter for a second, then she blinked it away. Before I could ask what she was thinking she was up on her feet again. “Part two of my fantasy is also quite fun. I promise!” She skipped over to the hammock, leaning over until it took her weight. I watched with fascination as she positioned her breasts so her nipples were in the open air between knots of rope, ass in the air. “I’m ready for more, Mr. Ryan.”

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