“One truth and two lies, go!”
I kissed his lips, still sitting over him, straddling him with my perky breasts exposed and pressed against his warm chest. Mark’s chest hair tickled me, but it was sexy, and I couldn’t stop running a finger through it. He, as well, couldn’t stop caressing my skin. Mark had his hands tenderly moving over my legs, thighs, ass, and hips, sometimes raising them to feel my breasts. All the time, he kept those marvelous eyes set on me as we talked.
“What?” He smiled, and I kissed him again, running a finger along his black beard.
“You’ll tell me one truth and two lies, and I have to guess which one is the truth,” I explained, but he didn’t get the purpose.
“Why?” Mark laughed again, filling his enormous hands with my tush’s cheeks and kissing my neck.
“It’s a game, dummy. Here, I’ll start.” I cleared my throat. “I’m an architect, hate sex, and my family owns a small restaurant in another country.”
“Okay. . .” He kissed my neck again.
“Now you have to guess which one is the truth,” I prompted with my eyes nearly rolling over as I felt his lips on me and his hands snaking deeper between my buttocks.
“Let me see. . .” Mark stopped kissing me to think. “Your parents own a restaurant.” He guessed.
“Wrong! They do own a restaurant, but it is in this country. Your last try,” I hummed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my hips began to grind on him.
“So. . . you are an architect, and you love sex. So. Fucking. Much.” His hands gripped my hips, and I could feel how wet I was getting the both of us.
“Uuhhh, yes! Your turn,” I moaned, and he hardened his grip to help me move on him. That cock was coming alive between my pussy lips, and I made sure my clit could feel all of it.
“Okay.” He thought, taking a deep breath and leaning his head back on his seat.
“Come on!” I hurried him and went faster. Rubbing against him felt so fucking good. Mark rubbed my legs, grabbed me by the ass, and made me grind harder, kissing my neck.
“I own my place; I broke up with my last girlfriend two months ago, and. . .” He paused to groan before smirking. “Sorry, babe. I don’t think I could go for another round.” Mark delivered a sensuous, open kiss on my neck. It was obvious the last one was a big, fat lie. He was already hard in between my pussy lips and throbbing for me.
“How long did you two date?” I asked, out of breath, assuming the girlfriend’s question was the truth. A man like him was too divine to be single for long. He laughed.
“I haven’t had a proper girlfriend in years,” Mark confessed, grunting, and I smiled.
“So, you own your place?” Moving my hips faster, I deliciously kept rubbing my soaked clit over his hard meat.
“Yes!” He nearly moaned, his chest rising with each deep inhale.
“Nice to know my favorite booty call owns his place.” I kissed his lower lip. “We won’t have to fuck in the truck all the time.” I chuckled.
“Booty call?” he questioned, his eyebrows furrowing and his hands dropping from my body.
“Yeah! Don’t you dare to think this will be a one-night thing! I want to bounce on this cock every other day.” I seductively kissed him, and he stopped me from grinding on him, pushed me back a little, and made me look into his eyes.
“Dae, I’m not a booty call.” Mark half-smiled, but he didn’t look content. Oh no, he wasn’t. He jutted his chin and pursed his lips.
“A. . . friend with benefits?” I bit my lips. What was happening? I couldn’t quite read the situation.
“I’m not. . . Dae, what? W-what do you think we are doing?” Mark questioned, and I gulped.
“What do you think we are doing?” I didn’t know how to answer, so I threw the question back at him.
“I asked first.”
“I asked second,” I replied and held a laugh.
“I’m not joking.”
“I’m not jok—”
He clenched his jaw.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll stop it.” I raised my hands in the air, surrendering. “I thought we were having fun, weren’t we?” I kissed him, but he didn’t kiss back.
“Fun? As in sex only?” Mark waited for my answer with those blue eyes drilling holes in mine.
“Yes?” My reply came out shyly. He was a dude. Wasn’t that what guys dreamed of: sex without the hassle of a relationship?
Mark thought about it before putting his hands on my hips.
“Okay, look. I understand. We just met each other, and it’s too soon to take things seriously, but I need you to know I have all the intentions to date you. You know, so we can get to know each other and build this little by little. I do care for you, and I hope this can become something later on,” Mark mentioned with his light blue orbs fixed on me, and I knew he was being honest.
As I gave it a thought, he studied my reaction. I bit my lower lip and dropped my sight, lazily running a finger down his chest. Something like this was against what I promised myself I wouldn’t do, and I couldn’t believe I was actually considering breaking that rule less than a week after I had established it. Could I find a loophole here? I kept considering it.
“So. . . you want us to date?”
“Yeah, yes, basically.” Mark’s hands moved from my hips to my legs, and he gently caressed my skin.
“But not as a boyfriend-girlfriend thing because it’s too formal, and we just met? Not to mention, I just got out of a frustrating, three-year-long, serious relationship, and I’m not ready to jump into another one right away,” I voiced my thoughts, and he agreed.
“Yes.”
“And you want us to have sex while we are dating?” I smiled, having found a way to bother him.
“Yes, Dae.”
“So. . . what’s the difference between that and a booty call?” I made a funny expression, mocking him, and he gave my ass a soft smack, catching on to my humor. Mark had to pause before answering this one.
“Booty calls don’t plan to stick around?” he guessed, and I disagreed.
“Says who? If it’s a good booty call, why not? Let’s say it is the biggest, meatiest, most delicious booty call of your fucking life. Wouldn’t you give it a second thought?” I put my hand in between my legs, took his hard cock, and tried to wrap my fingers around it.
Oh fuck, I couldn’t!
“You know what I mean, Dae,” Mark groaned, letting his body relax on the seat.
“I do.” I used his foreskin to move my hand up and down his length as I kissed him.
“I’ll be honest. I’m a busy woman.” Taking his cock firmly, I dropped my hand to his base, moving the skin back and enjoying the sight of his spongy head.
“That’s okay. I’m not here to get in the way.” Mark closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them once more, they looked darker.
“And I’m really not ready to start another serious relationship, nor do I want to, for the moment.” I hastened the strokes.
“Okay,” Mark groaned, enjoying what my hand was doing to him.
“But I want you around, babe. I need you,” I mentioned in a needy voice and knew that what I was doing to him was helping my cause at the moment. That sexy beast might agree to anything while I had him grabbed by the dick.
“Okay,” he groaned again, melting under my small hand. I leaned forward and sensually kissed his neck, running my lips up to his ear and softly biting his lobe.
“Let’s find a middle ground, can we?” I tightened my grip just a little, and it twitched. Looking up, I searched for Mark’s eyes, and he had them fixed on the view in front of us. He nodded.
“Whatever this is, is not open. I’m not sharing you. Can we agree to that?” he spoke in his deep voice. Mark slipped a hand between my parted legs from behind until he reached my clit. With those long fingers, he rubbed slow circles around it.
“Fuck, yes!” I moaned my answer, and he kissed me.
“I want this pussy all for myself.” Mark groaned against my jaw, and my hands clutched his broad shoulders. I needed him so badly.
“Can we do it now?” I begged, and he laughed. Mark stopped rubbing my bud and smacked my ass.
“There’s no way I can stop myself from taking you now, princess.” He showed me a devilish smirk before reaching behind me, turning the truck off, taking a condom from the dash, and opening his door.
“Come out,” Mark ordered as he moved me aside so he could get down. As soon as I moved, he kicked his sneakers off his feet, as well as his pants and underwear, leaving them in a pile right in front of the pedals. Mark took my hand and stepped down, trying to pull me with him, and my eyes widened.
“Wait, what? Do you mean out, like outside?” My eyes instantly darted across the scene, and I got shy, putting a hand over my nipples. He laughed, pulling my hand again.
“Yeah, there’s no one here.” Mark stood tall in his naked glory and extended an arm as if asking me to look around. I did. We were alone.
“Oh, shit!” I hesitated, and he got closer so he could place both of his hands on my hips.
“I promise it will be okay. Come.” Mark kissed me softly, and while looking into those blue eyes, I surrendered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me to him. This sexy, bare beast took me out of the truck, stood me up in front of him, and kissed me once more before pulling my white dress over my head and tossing it inside the truck.
Looking up, I encountered his sweet grin and couldn’t help but smile. Mark took my hand and stepped back, prompting my brain to go into alert mode again.
“What are you doing?” I asked with my arm covering my breasts. Mark’s grin widened, but he didn’t reply; he kept walking backward and pulling me with him. Something inside me said, fuck it, and I let my hand drop. I just followed him, no more questions or hesitations.
In that dark place before that magnificent view, all I could focus on was his smile and gorgeous eyes. Mark kept walking back without losing his connection with my eyes, and I tiptoed over the lukewarm sand, doing the same. Once in front of the truck, he took my shoulders, kissed my forehead, and turned me around, making me face the ocean. He stayed behind me, warmly hugging my body, shielding some of the cooler breeze passing by.
“The night is so fucking perfect,” he whispered with his lips on my neck and his hands caressing my body. It was. A clear sky extended as far as we could see, and a million twinkling stars shone above us.
Breathtaking.
That gorgeous man gently cupped my breast before his huge hands dropped, and he caressed my thighs. Mark snaked them in between my legs, slowly opened my wet lips with one, and gently massaged my slickened clit under his warm fingers.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking about me or the view. Mark walked back with his hand, still drawing circles around my sensitive spot, taking me with him. I took slow steps until he reached the truck and leaned his weight over. To adjust to my short height, Mark widened his legs and bent his knees. He kept his back firmly supported on the truck for balance.
One last pull, and he perfectly settled me between his thick, parted thighs, my ass grinding on his cock. When I briefly glanced back, I caught a glimpse of him opening the condom with his teeth and concentrating as he slid it down on his meat. Mark stooped low enough for me to be able to sit comfortably on his rod and bounce on it as I was planning on doing.
As soon as he fully rolled the rubber down, Mark pulled my hips closer to him to accommodate me. I let myself drop on his plastic-covered cock, allowing him to stretch my entrance to its limit. The rubber got soaked immediately, dripping down his length with the evidence of my excitement. It felt so good I had to bite my lower lip to keep from squealing.
“Aahh!” I softly moaned as I set my eyes on the view again and began moving on him. Mark held me by the hips and helped me.
“Aahh! Fuck, that’s good,” Mark whispered as his cock twitched inside me. “So tight.”
My mouth parted, but I was afraid to moan out my pleasure and get caught. Soon, the pressure he was stirring inside my core made me feel more sensitive, and my leg trembled. Mark saw me lose the rhythm and took control. He moved his hips up to meet my downward thrusts. At first, it was slow and sensual but gradually became deeper and more desperate.
Despite my best efforts to fix my sight on the moon’s reflection in the still water, my eyes rolled back, so I had to close them. Mark took both my breasts in his hands and lightly squeezed them. I felt him push off the truck and take a step, readjusting his feet around me, so I leaned forward to help him get what he wanted, how he wanted me. With a low masculine moan, Mark swung his hips, and his wet, slippery cock slid in and out of me with ease, going faster.
Since he had let my tits go, they bounced in all directions. I heard them clap against each other, and even when I was melting in pleasure with my knees weak and trembling, I chuckled. Hadn’t I wanted him to fuck the shit out of me? Well. . . he fucking delivered, and he delivered good. I didn’t think my small pussy could engulf all that meat at that speed without snapping like a rubber band. It was as if Mark was determined to ruin the goods for any other.
“Ah, fuck! Princess!”
He must have gotten tired of squatting because he pulled out. Mark’s chest rose and dropped hard as he turned me around.
“Hop on me.” He held my ass, and I jumped. Mark immediately dropped me down on him, sinking in and hitting home. The sudden pressure in the deepest part inside me made me jerk up with a squeal, but he pushed me back down on his cock and stilled.
“Hold on.”
I did. I wrapped my short arms around his neck, and he grabbed my ass to move me on him, getting impossibly deeper. It was as if I was weightless. Mark moved my body on him as if I was nothing but a feather. He went fast, and each time he hit home, I moaned like a slut. I had never been fucked in this position before, and I loved it. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better than that, Mark thrust his hips at the same time and fucked me roughly as he made my small hole take that fat rod. No wonder they called him the beast. He was!
“Aahh, fuck, babe,” he groaned loudly, and I completely forgot we were fucking in public. Our skin slapped hard when it met, and I didn’t hold back from moaning out as I needed.
“Mark! Uuhhh! Fuck, Mark!” I dug my nails into his back when my walls clenched around his cock.
“Yes, babe, come for me. I want to feel it,” he commanded in his deep voice, and I lost control, throwing my head back and almost falling. Mark held me tighter, turned us around, placed me over the truck, took my legs with his forearms, spread me wide open for him, and then thrust like a savage.
“Aahh! Aahh! Fuck, I want to come.” He kept holding my legs up with my bent knees pressed to my chest, ramming into me, and my eyes moved from the moon above us to the bewitching sparkle in his blue eyes. Then I came. In a split second, my eyes rolled, and my legs shook in his hold.
The moment he felt me pulse around him, his mouth dropped open. Mark seized my neck, silently commanding me to look into his eyes. In a sea of his out-of-focus blue eyes laid the purest shade of pleasure. That massive body spasmed over mine with the strength of his orgasm.
“Fuck!” he grunted, with his damp forehead pressed to mine, slowing down and letting my wobbly legs drop. With his still quivering muscles, Mark used his body to hold me against the truck and leaned down to kiss me.
“That was amazing,” he breathed, his chest heaving against mine, hugging me tightly. Once we calmed down, he pulled out, took the condom off, and tossed it in the truck before returning to me. While he did that, I stood in the same spot with my hands on my knees, catching my breath.
Best. Fuck. Ever! I was still pulsing.
Mark stood close to me and raised my face, making me look at him. His eyes carefully scanned mine as if asking me if I was okay, and I nodded. He was beautiful. My heart jolted, hammering in my chest, and the heat spreading on my face gave him a glimpse of how I felt inside.
Oh, fuck! Okay, okay. Don’t lose your shit now, woman! Act cool.
I was scared. That was not normal. No one had ever made me feel that way. Not with sex, not with whatever the fuck this thing was that I felt growing in my chest. As soon as I straightened my back, Mark held my hand in his, and I immediately pulled it to my lips and kissed it. His cute smile never left his lips as he hauled me toward him.
“What are you doing?”
“Let’s swim!” Mark laughed, and for the second time around, I let this bear take me with him to wherever the fuck he wanted to. Soon, we were running like children, butt-naked, and at full speed toward the water.