An Unexpected Affair (Closed)

[Scuttle Buttin']

He nodded very slightly at her reaction, certain it would catch her off guard and unsurprised to see when it did. He waited for defiance, or at the last more questioning, and was a bit surprised when she offered none of it, and instead simply started to sink down to her knees. His grip in her hair relaxed a little, his feet shuffling back slightly to give her room to kneel in front of him.

He was silent as he watched her sink down, their eyes meeting, and he liked what he saw in them. She wanted it, wanted him, and was not confused that she wasn't getting it. He had a feeling it would only increase her desire, her need, now accepted and vocalized, going unfulfilled.

With his eyes still on her, he said two simple words, the tone the same as when he'd ordered her onto her knees.

"Suck me."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, working them carefully over his hard cock, practically bursting out of his boxers, the button in the front straining to stay on the thin material. She busied her eyes on her task, not making eye contact with him again until she had reached her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down too, helping him step out of them both.

She was used to being the one teasing and having the leverage, used to making the moment she unbuttoned the pants to the moment her boyfriend's cock was in her mouth a slow and almost painful process, but this time it wasn't like that. Her eyes were on his as she leaned forward, her fingers wrapping lightly around his balls as she took him slowly into her mouth, tongue wrapping around the head of his cock, precum dripping onto her tongue.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes remained on his as her fingers worked to free his straining cock, waiting to hold her gaze again when she looked up to him. He couldn't help but to exhale a quiet sigh as he was, finally, freed from the jeans and boxers he wore, his cock throbbing with need.

Ben's jaw clenched slightly, in anticipation and arousal, when she looked up to meet his eyes again, and when he finally felt her his lips parted, a shuddering sigh passing over them. He knew she'd be able to taste his precum as her tongue wrapped around the swollen and sensitive head, and with his fingers in her hair he resisted the urge to grip and pull her mouth down onto him. A little bit of control in this, a small amount of comfort, would be a good thing for her, he thought, and by the way it felt as her lips surrounded his cock, her teasing hand on his balls, it would prove to be a good thing for him as well.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

The ways his fingers gripped her hair and the soft sigh and exhales he had made were just urging her on, making her want to do an even better job. Oral sex had always been something she'd been prided on, and she loved the look on a man's face when she was doing a great job of it. Her tongue teased along the underside of his head as her fingers worked his balls, her other hand coming to wrap around the bottom of his shaft.

Okay maybe she wanted to overwhelm him with sensations just a little bit. She slowly slid her mouth lower on his cock, letting her hand around his shaft fall as she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her cheeks tight around him as she sucked him into her mouth. Her pussy was so wet that she could see the carpet was soaked from her dripping on it. She closed her eyes momentarily to compose herself and try not to focus on how insanely aroused she was, but failed as her fingers slipped down to tease her clit, her mouth still descending down his length.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A slight, satisfied grin touched on his lips when he saw her hand slip between her thighs, only giving in further to her arousal. It had been a struggle, but now she was on her knees, her lips around his cock, teasing herself as she sucked him. Hard work, but oh, the reward.

Tipping his head back, he let his eyes drift close as he gave into the sensation of her mouth on him. His fingers relaxed a bit in her hair, lips parting as he moaned softly. He could feel her lips slipping further down his length, taking more of his cock across her tongue, and again he had to resist the urge to take her by the hair and bury himself in her throat. There would be time for taking her in a few moments, but now he wanted her to feel a little more in control of what was happening, that it was more about their mutual pleasure instead of him simply following her and taking her.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Although she was in control for the moment, Chelsea wondered how long that was going to last. Even the way his fingers were tightly holding his hair showed who was truly boss and at any moment he could stop what she was doing and make her do pretty much anything else. She was grateful for a moment of pretend control, at the very least.

She withdrew her hand from her panties, wrapping her fingers around his balls, massaging them lightly as she let her throat relax, taking him even deeper into her mouth, sucking hard. She loved the little sounds he was making and the way his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. She let her tongue swirl around him as she slowly started to bob up and down, her eyes sliding up every few seconds to take in the pleasure on his face.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

In some deep recess of his mind, Ben was in a bit of disbelief. It may not even have drifted into his consciousness, skilled lips around your cock would do that to a person, but somewhere in there he couldn't believe any of this was actually happening. Pulling her into his lap on the bus had been an impulse, a flirting moment with an attractive girl in a new city he'd happened to bump into. Following her off the bus had been a much more significant impulse, of course, but still nothing compared to what had happened in the minutes after he'd stepped off the elevator on he floor.

And yet, despite all that, despite the amazing improbability that it wouldn't actually work, the significant risk of things going horribly awry, the same mouth that had resisted him only minutes before was working it's way down to the base of his cock. He was surprised when he felt her throat, his fingers in her hair relaxing just the slightest bit for her to pull back if she gagged, but impressively she managed it, and for the first time he actually thought about her boyfriend, and what a blinding idiot he must be.

His head lifts, eyes half-opening to look down at her as she begins to move along the hard length of his cock, her swirling tongue pulling another gasp from parted lips. He wondered how often she got to show off the skills she was displaying on him now, though he suspected it was not often enough, and he felt the temptation to let her continue, let her suck him until he was ready to erupt down her throat... but he knew he couldn't possibly give in, not after what it took to get her to this point. Later, though... later.

A bit reluctantly, his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her mouth from his glistening cock, a final groan escaping his throat as he feels her pull away. He pulls her to her feet, releasing her hair as she lifts from her kneeling position. Hands grasping her shoulders, he turns her away from him and then pulls her body back against his, arms encircling her as his hard cock presses against the firm swell of her ass. His hands find her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples for a moment, a short teasing tweak of each hard bud through the thin fabric of her dress before they pull away.

His hands move again, fingers once more grasp the natural leash of her hair, and his other hand is against her ass, suddenly, sharply spanking, a single word command followed right behind it. "Bedroom." His fingers are insistent in her hair, pushing her towards the back of the apartment in the direction a bedroom clearly lies, though some eventual course correction may prove necessary.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea was enjoying herself, eyes closed, her mouth worshipping his cock, when she felt him tense. She knew he wasn't cumming, and she knew she wasn't doing a horrible job, so why was he suddenly tensing up? Her question was answered when he pulled her mouth from his cock, a strand of thick saliva attaching her lips to the head as he pulled her up, moaning. She let out a soft groan as she heard him, and watched the saliva strand snap.

He forced her up to her feet, still holding her in place, his dominance raw and obvious, the smell of sex thick in the air - mostly her pussy. And then she was against him again and she let out a soft yelp. The feel of his cock against her ass again, his fingers on her nipples, teasing, always teasing... She moaned fully, "Please," she whimpered.

As if answering her call, he wrapped his fingers in her hair, spanking her hard. "Bedroom," he said sharply, in her ear.

"Yes." she whispered in reply, but he was already pushing her towards the bedroom. "Left." she said, her voice shaking, as he pushed her through the bedroom door. It was a mess, at least on Brandon's side of the room. It was always a mess. She wondered if he would notice or care about all of his stuff being everywhere, another man's mark on her and the room.

She stumbled forward, knees hitting the bed, "Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked softly, looking back at him.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

It was a bit unnatural to lead someone from behind, but outside of her single direction - telling him the bedroom was to the left - he was clearly the one moving her there and not the other way around. Once inside the room his eyes scanned it quickly, more to get his bearings in it than anything else, but it was impossible not to take note of a mess that clearly male, and hard not to laugh upon seeing it. She seemed to have hooked herself a real winner. Perhaps it was no shock that it was a stranger had her so turned on, willingly asking to be fucked now. Clearly whatever was going in this room was not getting the job done for her. Judging by the way her lips had felt encircling his cock, however, he had a feeling only one person living in this apartment was unsatisfied.

Today he was going to make sure that changed. His eyes met her as she glanced back at him, and he only grinned slightly in reply, his fingers slipping once more from her hair. Bending slightly at the knees, he grabbed the hem of her dress and brought it up, lifting it off of her and tossing it absently aside. His eyes drifted down the line of her back, over the curve of her ass and down her legs, taking in the shape of her body without the dress in the way.

Reaching forward then, he turned her around and quickly pushed her back onto the bed, leaving her legs dangling off the edge. Bending over her, his eyes flickering up to her face for a moment before he looked to watch his fingers work, hooking them in the band of her small, soaked panties and pulling them off her hips, down the length of her legs, and then off to the side to join the dress.

Her body finally exposed to his eyes, he stood above her and drank her in as she lay stretched out before him on the bed, his own arousal quite obvious as it protruded still from the open zipper of his jeans. It was his turn to sink down, now, covered knees bending to the floor of her bedroom, each of his arms slipping under a leg and lifting them onto her shoulders. With only a glance up at her face, he lowered his mouth to the inviting sight of her wet pussy, his tongue slipping between her folds to taste her for the first time. It would be far from the last time.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

As Ben surveyed the room, Chelsea quivered with arousal and fear. What was he going to do to her? He had been relatively gentle and giving until now, but who knew what kind of beast was inside this man. She braced herself for the worst, imagining all the awful and wonderful things he could potentially decide to do to her. All she knew was that her pussy ached, against everything she knew was right and her own will. She was soaking wet with need.

She flinched slightly as he took off her dress, eyes roaming her body, before pushing her on the bed and taking her panties off. Man, this guy moved fast. What, no kiss?! She rolled her eyes at her internal thought process and mentally told herself to shut up and take what was coming to her. Was he going to just put it in? Or did he plan to tease her some more? Maybe he planned to tie her up? The thoughts whirled in her head once again as he sunk down to his knees in front of her.

"OhgodOhgod," she whispered quietly, his arms coming underneath her legs and his mouth finding her pussy. But she couldn't hold back the moan that came to her lips as she felt his tongue between the lips of her wet pussy. Her fingers automatically dug into his hair, pulling it, as he began to lick her. All she could think about was how good it felt, how easy it would be to cum all over his tongue if he would just touch her clit... He'd gotten her so close with the way he had been touching her, spanking her, and then forcing her to suck his cock.

"Fuck, Ben." she said, before realizing it. Had she seriously just moaned his name?! How fucked up did this need to get? But his tongue felt so fucking good, she couldn't do anything else but moan and squirm underneath him like a helpless little bitch.