Mr. Brooklyn

Keep in mind there is a prelude to this post that will follow…weird, I know. Just work with me on this one.

Welp, I knew I was playing myself telling him to come and meet me at the nail salon because I was already lit up off of the two Mai Tai's I had consumed right before getting to the salon. I wasn’t actually thinking of fucking but…well…wait, yes I was – BUT I knew I had to go home so it wasn’t really an option. Besides, all I truly wanted was to just lie down and sleep.

But I digress.

And so he came. I was zoning out whilst my nails dried and he walked in with this fucking light grey slim-cut suit on, his leather pebble grey bag, purple and grey tie knotted to perfection, with his hair cascading way past his shoulders. I looked up and felt my face get hot immediately as I glanced at my watch.

"I know…I’m four minutes late."

Right.

I gathered my things and since he said he was hungry I suggested BBQs since it was a few doors down. As we began to walk I felt his deft hand cup my left ass cheek beneath my raincoat. I jumped because I didn’t expect it but man, it made me horny as fuck.

Fast forward a couple frozen margaritas with extra shots.

"You're coming to Brooklyn tonight."

"I can’t. I have to go home."

"What do you have to do at home?"

"Stuff."

"Fuck that. You’re coming with me. I’ll put you in a cab home."

"No."

He gave me a look that read: Yea we’ll see.

We weren’t out of the restaurant fifteen seconds before he threw me up against the storefront gate next door and pressed his body up against mine while burying his tongue in my mouth. Jesus.

That same skillful hand reached around and grabbed my ass so tight that I just wanted to take my clothes off right in the middle of the sidewalk and just take the dick. His lips made my fucking insides melt. Always did.

I was going to Brooklyn.

Twenty minutes later I was in Brooklyn walking through the door of his place. I definitely wanted to take a good twenty minute nap before the festivities as my buzz was descending from its peak. He disappeared into his bedroom as I took my jacket off and just took a moment to take everything in in his living room. Three years had been a long time.

He’d come back into the living room and poured me a double shot of Pure White.

Well damn.

I could tell he was buzzed as fuck which was totally fine but I could tell he was ready. He walked up behind me and unbuttoned my slacks, slipping his free hand into the front of my thong to cup my lips. I got out of my clothes in record time and walked over the wall to cut the light out so we could retire to the bedroom. He spun me around and next thing I know he was on his knees with his mouth buried in my pussy.

Holy shit.

Not many guys know what to do with a clit bar but THIS man was not one of them.

Damn.

At some point I finished that double shot before we made it in to the bedroom. I climbed up on the bed and he shoved me onto my back and opened my legs so he could finish what he started. All I felt was the base of his tongue flush up against my box. He pulsed in. He pulsed out. My back felt like it would break due to the arch he was causing. My body began to tremble severely as he tightened his grip around my waist as I squirmed. Fuck it. I came all over his mouth.

I laid back and closed my eyes for a moment and felt him climb up on the bed. I felt him grab my wrists and opened my eyes to see him wrapping a long black rope around them.

What. In. The. Fuck.

"WHAT THE FUCK."

See I don’t have a problem with bondage. Unbeknowenst to you all I'd just never done it. There was something about not being able to move the way I wanted to and being vulnerable to anything that quite frankly scared the shit outta me.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Oh really? Is this what we’re doing?"

I’m telling you. This motherfucker’s hands must’ve had wings on them or some shit because before I knew it, my wrists AND my ankles were bound.

I tried to wriggle out of the seemingly masterful Club Scout knots to no avail. I finally gave in as he once again buried his mouth into my still oozing folds. I was NOT comfortable NOT having full control of the situation so I began to shift around to try and loosen the bondage. No deal.

My head was hanging off the edge of the bed as I tried to figure out what he was doing. He walked around and stood over me positioned so that his dick was in my face.

Yum.

"You didn’t have to tie me up for me to suck your cock."

I slid back a tad to angle my head where I could take him into my mouth. And take him in my mouth I did. As he slowly began to slide in further, I felt him get harder with every inch. I felt his heart throbbing through his dick and it turned me on. He began to rock back and forth as I relaxed my throat to try and get him in as far as I could at the angle I was at.

Look Ma...no hands.

Damn. He tasted good. He smelled good. I could eat this motherfucker alive. I wanted to touch him. I needed to touch him. I still tried to loosen the rope to no avail. He saw the frustration in my eyes and slowly pulled out of my mouth to walk around the other side of the bed, pulled one end of the rope and everything loosened at the same damned time.

He was on some magician shit I see. He must’ve picked that up over the last three years. (More about that in the prelude)

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him with the quickness. I didn’t want any more surprises. The absolute lust and tipsiness in his eyes was making my box throb. I leaned down to kiss him softly. Loving how I tasted on him. Loving how powerful I felt knowing that it was me all over his face. Taking in how every inch of his lips felt on mine. How unbelievably soft they were. How they met mine with matched enthusiasm. How they parted to let me in. How he teased my tongue with his…giving me little by little until I could suck on his entire tongue.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

It seemed like his dick was trying to poke a hole through my leg. Mmmm. Slowly gyrating on his dick and slowly sucking his tongue at the same time was doing things to both of us. He pushed me back onto the bed. There was a lot of damned pushing going on.

His hands cupped and massaged my tits before his mouth met my left nipple. His tongue flicked and drew circles around it. He seemed to have a conversation with it before he moved on to its counterpart.

Fuck this.

I wanted the dick now.

"You want it?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Stop playing with me."

"Alright…you asked for it."

He entered slowly for a sec and proceeded to ram his cock up in me. I screamed. He slowly pulled out to the tip and rammed it back in again. I screamed again grabbing the back of his head and pulling his mouth to mine and I opened wide to meet his next stroke…ready. He kissed me with an urgency that I matched. My body was on fire as he rammed me once again as I moaned into his mouth. He lay on top of me still as our bodies remained connected at the hips. I squeezed. He moaned. He began to wind his waist and I felt his dick move in small circles inside of me. Looking up at him through half-opened eyes pulling his hair back out of his face. We looked at each other. So many things left to say. So many things I wanted to say but refused. So many things I felt but would not say. I couldn’t. I would let my body say what it needed to. He sat up enough to push my legs back so my knees touched my ears. He began to fuck me slow. Making sure I felt every inch. Flush. Molding my insides to fit him. To welcome him. To take him. I managed to push myself up and pushed him on his back. I mounted that gorgeous piece of muscle and just sat on it for a moment. I closed my eyes and just savored the feeling of him inside of me. Me being on top was a whole new ballgame. And he knew it too.

I began to ride that dick like the pro that I am. Zoning out.

I became one with the dick.

I tried to ride that dick off of his body. Rising up to the tip and slamming my ass down. Over and over again. Digging my nails into his chest forgetting that he was even there. Losing it. Faster and faster. Feeling the bed slide across the floor. I rode. My pelvis going back and forth, cheeks slapping on his balls. I was gone. I exploded on him. It felt like I was sitting on the Atlantic. I was exhausted as I collapsed on his chest. He let me be for a moment as I took note of his dick still pulsing in me. Hard. He gingerly moved me to the side as I lay on my stomach. He slowly entered me from behind. As tired as I was I couldn’t get enough of this dick. I propped myself up and threw my ass back on it. The sound of my ass slapping his pelvis turning me on. I began to throw it back with such fury that he had to regroup to get his balance. I didn’t give a fuck. You want it. You take it. The sounds of my wetness further enhanced my horniness. The sounds of him slapping my ass did it. I came all over his dick. Again and again and again. He flipped me over and as I wrapped my legs around his waist I felt his dick grow inside of me and his moans grew louder. I grabbed both of his nipples and gently squeezed as he exploded into me…his screams drowning out mine. His body shaking with every bit he let go. His screams echoing throughout the room. He collapsed back onto the bed.

We lay there until our heartbeats slowed.

I lay on my side curled up away from him as he dozed off trying to fight back the tears that refused to be held captive any longer. I silently allowed them to roll across the bridge of my nose and down across my other cheek.

Five minutes later I got up, got dressed, and woke him so he could call me a cab.


© 2012 Farrah Barnes