The beauty of hooking up with a stranger is you don’t have to feel embarrassed about anything. There’s something about knowing you don’t have to look at them the next day that makes you more confident in everything you do.
It’s the way I feel right now. A mixture of the silence that blankets us, the calmness I feel around Holden, and the way he looks at me like I’m the sexiest woman he’s ever laid eyes on, that makes me more brazen than I typically am.
Something I’ve learned about Holden in the few hours that I’ve known him is that he’s the kind of guy that gives you his full attention. Even when going down on me, he managed to keep eye contact as I watched him take his first taste of me. It had me more damp between my thighs than I’ve ever remembered myself being.
That focus continues right now. As I run my tongue up and down him, exploring his thickness, he watches my every move. In any other scenario, I may shy away from the attention he pays me. But right now, it only eggs me on, making me more confident as I take the tip of him between my lips.
My hair falls around my shoulders as I slide him into my mouth. Slowly, I allow him even deeper down my throat as I adjust to the girth of him. I continue until the fullness in my mouth makes me gag.
“You’re so sexy with my cock shoved down your throat,” he says, his voice strained.
The praise turns me on, pushing me to want to take him even deeper. Tears well up in my eyes from the pressure, but I’m too turned on to care.
I bob up and down, encouraged by the moans and grunts that fall from his lips. In the moment, I feel so much power. I don’t have to know Holden well to know that he commands structure at all times. To watch him let go under my touch, under my mouth—it’s invigorating.
Just when I’m finding my rhythm, confident in myself as I get very familiar with his cock, he slips himself out of my mouth.
“Maisie, I’m trying to take my time here,” he begins, his voice tight. He pulls me up his body until I’m face to face with him again.
“I feel like there’s more to this,” I say softly, all too aware that this position has me almost aligned perfectly with his dick.
“All I want to do is bury myself inside you. I’m not typically this forward, but if I don’t get to feel you wrapped around me I know damn well I’ll regret it.”
“Fuck manners,” I exclaim, reaching between us to align the tip of his dick with the throbbing spot between my legs. As soon as he’s in position, I begin to lower myself on him. I’ve already came once, but I know that feeling him inside me will send me over the edge all over again.
His head is barely inside me, when he stops me. The tips of his fingers dig into my hips as he holds me in place. The looks on his face is serious. “Please tell me you’re on the pill. I don’t have a condom.”
My hands find his chest as I push down with my hips despite the grip he has on me, fighting to feel him fill me. “Yes. Now fuck me, Holden.”
Instead of stopping me from taking all of him, he assists me in lowering myself down his length. When he’s all the way inside of me, the two of us pause. I take a breath at the same time he blows air through his teeth.
“Too fucking good,” he says through clenched teeth.
Slowly, I begin to set a pace as I go up and down him, adjusting to the size of him.
Eventually, he is unable to let me set the pace for a second longer. In one fluid motion, he flips me over onto my back and shoves inside me once again.
His movements are almost feral, turning me on further. Having this man lose control in my presence is going to my head—or maybe to my clit—both really.
The rhythm he sets is punishing. He brings me to the brink of an orgasm as his hips rail into the backs of my thighs, and just before I’m about to explode, he slows, dragging out the feeling until I’m shamelessly begging him to let me come.
“We come together,” he demands. His pace picks up and I feel like I’m being drilled into the sand from the way his hips slam into me again and again. I know my moans are loud, but the pressure building low in my belly is too much.
I thought the earlier orgasm was good, but I can already tell this one is going to be so much better.
“Come, Maisie,” Holden says before coming down to roughly kiss me.
The violence of the kiss, his hips, throws me over the edge. I’m moaning into his mouth as my legs shake from the sensations ripping down my body.
As I ride the waves of my own orgasm, his body tightens. He slams into me a few more times before a long moan erupts from his lips. Inside me, I can feel his cock twitch, the feeling and his sounds making it evident that he’s also found his release.
The two of us catch our breaths as his hips slow and then stop all together. He pulls out of me, his head falling to my chest in exhaustion.
“That was…” he pauses, his breath hot against my neck. Our skin sticks together from the summer heat and the exertion.
I run my hand down his back, knowing exactly what he means. “I know,” I agree, feeling his cum leak from between my legs—which turns me on all over again.
My hips wiggle as I try to relieve the pressure I still feel. The movement makes Holden lift his head.
Giving me a look, he smiles. “How about we get back in that lake, get cleaned up, so I can get you dirty all over again?”
“What a perfect plan,” I tell him, watching him get up. I’m given a perfect view of his round ass before he bends down to lift me off the sand.
The two of us naked, he takes us to the water.
And for the rest of the night, we get dirty, get cleaned up, and do it all over again.