Page 33 of Missile Tow
Chip buried his tongue in my mouth, preventing any promises from being confirmed. I melted into his strength and passionate kiss. He was a hundred percent present in how he kissed me. A hunger seemed to overtake him as I responded to his efforts.
We gripped each other’s cocks and thrust against one another, the rhythm building stronger while we remained connected at the mouth. The passion I felt at being explored like this was too much for my self-control. I’d never had my body manipulated like this before. He skillfully played me like a fiddle or a puppeteer, me losing my inhibitions and giving into his control so easily.
I sensed an orgasm approaching. The guilt and concern for how I’d feel after coming entered my mind, trying to break through and ruin it for me, but I said to myself,uh-uh,fucker. Not today.
I turned my face to the side. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Good!” he grunted. “So the fuck am I.”
Chip held my hips firmly and spun me around. He caught me off guard. The scene was hot, but I didn’t want to get fucked by him this soon.
“I… this…”
“Shhh,” he whispered in my ear. “I won’t penetrate you. Please, just go with me.”
His assurances eliminated any fear I had. I relaxed and pushed my ass backward and against his throbbing tool. He forced me to shift my stance by pushing my feet apart with hisand then gently bending me forward. His slickened cock slid between my legs while he reached around and gripped my dick.
“Yeesssss,” I moaned, sensing the expansive size of his cock between my legs, grazing under my nuts.
I imagined how his dick would feel inside me, allowing the image to overtake me as he pushed in and out as if he was fucking me.
“Your ass is amazing,” he muttered through what sounded like gritted teeth. “You are so fucking hot, stranger.”
He spoke like a horny trucker while at the same time nuzzling my ear and breathing heavily into it. His mannerisms were at once rough and tender. A deadly combination for a person like me. I thought he just might be the rare man who can be aggressive as well as emotionally connected.
“Are you horny for a stranger who shows up in town begging for your cock?” I asked, gripping the back of a dining table chair. “You want to fuck him?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Stroke my dick,” I ordered. “Force me to come.”
“Jesus!” he exclaimed. “I am… I am… fuuucccckkkk!” he hollered, thrusting between my legs. “I’m coming!”
I allowed my orgasm to release after fighting the need for several minutes, discharging as he continued to stroke me. “Fuck yes,” I moaned, my legs wobbly and my body tremoring while he held me upright within his strong arms.
Silence filled the room after we both achieved climax. Worry and anxiety filled my mind immediately, and of course, I was anxious I’d ruined my chance with him.
He turned me around to face him, a smile lighting up his face. When he leaned forward and gently placed his lips on mine, I knew I hadn’t ruined things just yet.
“And now we’re not strangers, Van,” he murmured, his lips inches away from mine after the gentle kiss.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Chip
Pooch stood by the side of the bed, whimpering. He was torn between jumping on the bed for our morning snuggle or returning to where he’d been just outside the open bedroom door. He returned to the door, peered out, looked back at me, and then began whimpering all over again.
“What is it, buddy?” I asked, sitting up in bed, stretching both arms over my head while craning my neck to see what had him so worked up outside my bedroom.
The interior of the cabin was chilly after the fire had burned out overnight, so I worried about my guest in the loft. Van had insisted he sleep there even after I suggested we share my bed. We’d had sex, for Christ’s sake, so the invite to sleep with me seemed acceptable. He claimed he didn’t want to intrude on my space any further and insisted on staying in the guest room loft.
Our unexpected sexual encounter had surprised me, and of course, I now wondered if we’d moved too quickly. Yet, a one-night stand wasn’t how I viewed my guest. Especially after enjoying the experience so much. But did he see our hookup that way?
Pooch backed away from the door, his tail wagging in excitement when Van peeked his head inside the bedroom. He was holding two steaming mugs of what I assumed was coffee.
“Good morning,” he greeted, smirking and looking insanely cute in my boxers.
He had a serious case of bedhead to go with the sexy vision he presented. I swear my heart actually skipped a beat. The attraction to him was clearly evident. I swallowed hard and attempted to tamp down the feelings settling in my stomach. I felt lovesick.
After catching me glancing at his styling deficiency, he quickly set the coffee on my dresser and fussed with his hair. “I know,” he began. “I’m sure I look like a mad scientist with this hair of mine.”
