Christian
sighed and massaged his left temple as he flipped through the thick file in
front of him, listening to the man at the other end of the table drawled on and
on about the festival and types of artistes they’d invited to perform. He
turned to look at Paul who was sitting next to him. Paul looked as if he’s
about to fall asleep anytime. Christian drove an elbow into Paul’s ribs to wake
him up. Paul shot him an evil glare and pretended to read the contents of the
file when the man-in-charge of the festival looked at them.
‘So, am I
to die like this?’ Paul wondered miserably. ‘God, this is so bloody boring!!’
Christian struggled to stifle a yawn as the man went on about
the artistes they’d invited. Good God, this’ll take a whole da –
His thoughts were interrupted when Paul shoved a piece of paper
to him under the table, words scribbled somewhere on the paper.
Dis’s 1 fuckin, bleedin borin meetin. When’s it gonna n?
Christian frowned. When’s the meeting going to end? How’s he supposed
to know? He didn’t organise the meeting. That man who’s currently still talking
did. He hated this meeting as much as Paul.
How the fuck am I s’posed to know?
He shoved the paper back to Paul.
Paul smiled when he read it. He picked up the pen again,
clicking it and scribbled on it again.
By the end of the meeting, their random conversation filled both
sides of that paper, sentences randomly written all around the paper. Anyone
who looked at the paper wouldn’t have a single clue at what they’d been talking
about during the whole time.
~~ecaf~~
Look
away, O squeamish one. This is NOT for the faint-hearted. Oh, and go straight
to the next chapter.
Kirsten giggled as Mark pushed her roughly up against the nearby
wall.
“I want you
right here, right now.” Mark growled low in his throat.
She broke
into laughter. “That’s your alcohol talking, Mark. You know you don’t wanna do
this.”
Mark raised
his eyebrows as far as they could go. “Are you sure that it’s the booze that
made me say that?” He eyed her seriously. “Or are you more comfortable in the
bedroom?”
His hand
sneaked into her t-shirt, caressing her back and sending chills up her spine.
She shivered under his touch. He’s so perfect.
“Here’s
fine. But are you?” She glanced right into Mark’s glazed green eyes. She’s sure
that it’s the alcohol that did the talking. The real Mark won’t behave this
way… or at least, that’s what she could see written all over his face.
Mark seemed
to have this face that all mothers like. He looked honest, too sweet to be
true, very goody-two-shoes; it’s quite impossible that he’ll do this. She’d
been shocked when he pushed her against the wall… and she loved it!
Mark looked
around him and saw beautiful potted plants and tall lamps – nearly his height –
surrounding him. “I think we better take this to the bedroom.”
“Good,
good.”
Mark moved
away from Kirsten to give her space to move off the wall. She grabbed his wrist
and pulled Mark all the way up the stairs and into one of the four bedrooms in
that house.
“This your
room?” Mark asked as she closed the door to the room.
“No. But
this’ll do.”
Mark
shrugged. “Okay then, let’s finish what we’ve started.”
Kirsten
could see the devilish glint in his eyes. She’s so going to enjoy this.
He pulled
her close, pressing his mouth hard against hers, giving her one hot and
seemingly endless kiss as he seized her wrists with one hand and pulled off her
top over her head with the other hand. Being practically pressed up against
him, she could feel his hard arousal through the fabric of his jeans and
boxers. The same hand caressed her back for a while before settling on her bra
buckle. She added her tongue into his mouth then. Mark withdrew for a while, a
little surprised that she’ll ever think of adding her tongue – the kiss had
just begun! – but since he couldn’t control himself either, accepted the
questing tongue in his mouth, teasing it and playing around with it.
Mark threw
the bra to one corner of the room and put an inch between him and Kirsten,
running his eyes along her pale body. “You’re one beautiful creature, I’ll give
you that.”
Kirsten
laughed as he cupped one breast with his hands. “Mr. Read, I assumed you know
nothing about me.”
“Should I
listen to those now?” Mark licked her.
“Shouldn’t
you?” Kirsten asked, grabbing the hem of Mark’s tee.
“Hmmm…” Mark
pretended to be deep in thought, one thumb flicking her hardening nipple. “No.”
She flung
his top to one side and proceeded to work on his jeans.
“Ooo… wait.
We’re not going there yet.” Mark stopped the skilled hands and pushed
them away. “I’m not done with you.”
Her loins ached just to think about the things that a person such as
Mark could do to her once they’re on the bed. His hands were now working on her
jeans, which wasn’t a very hard task. Once he managed to get the flyer halfway
undone, he slipped one hand into the jeans, working his way in through the side
of her G-string. His other hand rested on the small of her back while he
planted wet kisses on her breasts and the small column near her throat.
He found her moist and grinned, pleased that she found the things he’d
done such a turn on. He started rubbing her nub gently with his thumb, feeling it
going hard and heard her sighed contentedly. Funny, shouldn’t she find that
that’s a usual routine by now? But still, if she liked it, then he might as
well carry on with it. He shifted the position of his hand a little to slide a
finger inside her but she stopped him.
“Don’t you think we should carry on with this on the bed?” Kirsten
asked. She liked to be in control while having sex, and she definitely liked it
if she’s on top – it gave her more space to move around and expand a little
with her imagination. Usually, what she did in sex required a serious dose of
gymnastics.
Mark chuckled. “Alright then.” He pulled his hand away from her.
She quickly pulled off her jeans and stood there in her G-string,
looking at Mark as he stared at her. “So, what now?”
“What about this?” Mark scooped her up and carried her to the bed,
plopped her down and climbed into bed with her. “Let’s finish what I’d start before we do what we’re
supposed to do.”
Before Kirsten could answer him, Mark pulled off her G-string as well
and flung it over his shoulders. Now that she’s totally naked, Mark seemed to
be a little bit more fired up. He ran his fingertips over her mouth and down to
her throat that was followed by his mouth. He ran a finger through the small
valley in between her chest and up one breast, circling one nipple. His mouth
covered the other nipple, and started sucking her languidly. He took the other
nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it, loving the pink
nipple in his touch. It hardened eventually and that was when he took his mouth
off the other nipple and suckled on this nipple. A gasp caught in her mouth as
he ran his tongue over and over.
His hand moved lower, past the damp skin of her stomach, trailing lower
and lower. He trailed past the hollow concave of the pale and exquisite body
underneath his, teased the soft curls on the mound before reaching for the heat
of her core that lay in between her thighs. She parted her legs readily for him
and he could see hunger in her soft mossy eyes. It’s a torture to wait and play
with her without involving himself; his hard shaft ached in anticipation until
he thought he might just die from the pain.
No words were exchanged since then. Letting their body speak to each
other were words enough.
As he rubbed harder and faster with his thumb, he inserted one finger
inside of her. She smiled at him as he stopped rubbing and moved his index
finger around inside her. He brushed across her g-spot and it made her drove
her nails into his shoulders, marring the perfect skin there. Mark knew he had
her. He pushed in a second finger and worked on her g-spot, working hard to
make sure that she comes. She arched luxuriously as he started moving his
fingers again; she lifted her hips unconsciously to meet the probing fingers.
She could feel it building; she felt as if she’s about to explode.
She’d never felt like this before, not even with the numerous one-night-stands
with countless of men after her husband’s death. Mark felt her shuddered and
knew that she’s coming. It’s about time too! His arm’s beginning to ache. He
withdrew his fingers just in time as she came. She cried out as she came, flung
overboard into the wild waves, feeling the wind beating against her… it’s
heaven!
Mark grinned, feeling very satisfied with himself as he watched her
arched one last time in ecstasy during her pinnacle. It’s great fun playing
with her like that and he would’ve liked to carry on but he didn’t remember
making a silent oath that said he couldn’t have sex with her. He reached for his
belt and was unbuckling it when two pale hands settled on top of his.
“Lemme do this.” Without waiting for his reply, she deftly unbuckled
his belt and helped him pushed off the jeans. Then, she put her hands on his
shoulders and with all her strength, flipped Mark over so that he’s the one
lying on the bed while she sat astride on his hard yet flat stomach. So, he
worked out a lot, didn’t he?
She observed the lower half of his six-pack and the dark line of hair
that seemed to get darker as it reached his navel that ran into his boxers. She
trailed her fingers along the two muscle lines on his sides, watching his
stomach muscles flexing beneath her touch. She eased the boxers off slowly,
revealing his erect flesh. He quickly kicked off his boxers, eager to turn the
tables around but she stopped him.
“Let’s do this my way, okay?” she asked without turning around as she stared at his hard
arousal, her fingers running up and down the muscle lines on his abdomen. Mark
merely shrugged – no point shrugging when she couldn’t see him.
Instead, he managed to croak out an “okay” as she held him in her hands
and started moving them up and down. She put a little bit more pressure at the
top but all the while, never neglected the rest of him. Just as he thought he’s
about to die from all these, she lowered herself and took him in her mouth.
Mark drew in his breath sharply as he felt her sucking him while her fingers
danced along his stem the whole time. Any guy would’ve died waiting for a
lifetime for something like this. And all he could see was her bum! But what a
nice bum it was – white, creamy white and so perfectly shaped. He fought
against the rising thought of grabbing her bum and pushed a finger in to give
her some anal attention.
He knew if her mouth weren’t full at the moment, she would’ve smiled
over the picture on his face, how his face displayed his feelings as she sucked
him as hard as she could, just to slower down later on and play around with her
hands. He groaned in response to her with the soft groans turning into deep yet
loud moans.
“Kirs,” he called in between moans, his voice tight as he held
everything at brink.
“Sshhhh…” she called over her shoulders as she slowed a little to
answer him. He realised it must’ve taken her all her concentration. “You agreed
to do this my way.”
“Okay, okay.” Mark laughed. “Just remember to give him back to me in
one piece, alive and still working very well.”
“What? Why?”
“’Cause I can barely feel him anymore. I think you’ve paid too much
attention to him.”
“Hmmm…” Kirsten sat back on her heels to stare at his hard and
very-erect flesh. “I think you’re right. He’s kinda twice he’s size.”
Mark laughed. “I don’t remember knowing that he could swell that much.”
“You wouldn’t know!” Kirsten argued. “With all the blood rushing to
him.”
Silence.
“So, shall we continue?” Kirsten asked.
“I guess so.”
“There’ll be no doubts in your voice, Mark.”
Mark had expected her to take him into her hands again but he’s wrong.
She eased herself down, just hovering above the tip. He propped himself up on
one elbow and placed his other hand on her hip, guiding her and pulling her
down. She felt him penetrated her, and it felt sooooo fine! It felt bloody right!
As she moved herself up, down and over him, she felt him hardened and it
felt so nice! It drove her to move herself faster, to satisfy her craving. Soon
after that, he reached down and helped her.
They moaned to their hearts’ contend – there seemed to be no worry that anyone would’ve heard them – and after quite some time, Kirsten flopped down on Mark and him pulling her to his chest, hugging her tightly. They’d come together – just because Mark held his back his own climax so that she could come first and only when she came then he surrendered to the bliss that no man could ignore.