| Chapter 4 |
| Howie put the candle on the bedside table then sat down on the edge of his kingsize bed. He reached out for my fingertips and held my hands lightly in his as he sat silently, licking his lips and leering at my naked body. I felt like he was eating me up with his eyes. He pulled me closer to him and pecked at my belly, his hands snaking around to my bottom. He grabbed two handfuls of butt and kneaded the flesh firmly in his strong hands. I could hear him breathing in the silence of his bedroom. He didn't remain seated for long. He hissed as he sucked a breath of air through his teeth, then he swiftly stood up and pressed himself against me. I could feel his developing erection pushing at me through his sweatpants. He let go of my bottom and moved his hands to my breasts, groping them, pressing them together, playing with them. He put his mouth to a hardened nipple and began to suck covetously, opening his mouth wide to fit in as much as he could. He groaned softly as his hands moved down my torso, over my hips to my thighs, then back to my bottom again. He let go of my breast and began kissing my neck near my ear. I could smell him now. A mixture of light cologne, soap, rain, and his own skin. It was intoxicating. I grabbed the hem of his tee shirt and lifted it over his head, allowing me to admire the contour of his chest and arm muscles with my eyes as well as my fingertips. He kissed me forcefully and guided my hand to his stiffness, wrapping my hand around it through the cotton sweatpants. This I had to see with my own eyes, so I untied his pants and let them drop. He wasn't wearing any undershorts. I was very impressed with what I saw. Just because he's the shortest Backstreet Boy doesn't mean he's small, believe me. More than respectable. I reached for him and stroked him softly and slowly. He groaned again and pressed himself to me, grinding against me, fingering me, as we stood in the dark in his bedroom. |
| I dropped to my knees and studied his enormity, wondering if I would be able to swallow him. He was looking down at me, eyes half closed, his body swaying slightly with anticipation. I licked him at the tip, swirling my tongue around to taste the saltiness of the few drops of fluid that had already accumulated there. I could tell that he was breathing with his mouth open; it sounded raspy and shallow. I trailed my tongue down the entire length, lingering at base, then moving back up the tender underside of his shaft, lightly tracing my tongue's path with my fingernail. I'm guessing Howie liked that, because he grunted the words "aw, shit", then started to shake slightly. His knees were already wobbly, and I hadn't even gotten started! I didn't want to torture him any longer. I flicked my tongue over his moistened tip and opened my mouth to take in as much of him as I could. I had just started to work up a good rhythm when I heard him say something that a man receiving a quality blow job has probably never said before: "Okay sugar, stop, please." I was stunned. Stop? What, was he crazy? He pulled away from me, breathing heavily. His wobbly knees carried him back to the edge of his bed. "I need a few seconds, ok?" he rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers through his hair. His erection was enormous. I licked my lips, wishing I could just finish him off. I remained on my knees, ready to do his bidding. "I am so turned on right now.," he whispered, "but we don't have much time. Come here." He motioned for me to sit beside him. I did, and he held my hand. We sat there for a moment as he regained his composure. He turned to me and brushed his hand across my cheek. "I'm ready now," he said with a nod. He bit at his lower lip and ran his hand along my inner thighs. "I just have to know how you feel." By this comment, I readily surmised that he didn't simply want to know my opinion or feelings about the situation. He wanted to know how it felt to be inside me. This idea I liked. He kissed me, then commanded, "Turn around." |
| He bent me over on his bed and pressed himself against my bottom. I could feel him positioning himself as I anxiously waited. I felt the head of his erection brush against my wetness just once, then suddenly his heat was burning into me slowly, a little bit at a time. I heard thunder in the distance. The storm wasn't over yet. Not by a longshot. Howie pushed his entire length into me, causing me to cry out. I had to bite my tongue and remind myself again not to say his name, even though at that moment I wanted to moan the word "Howard" more than anything else in the world. Not a great name, but it's his name, and that fact makes it moan-worthy. I spread my legs a little more, making access easier for him. He seemed to appreciate this gesture. He grabbed my hips and began pumping me. There was no time for delicacy. Either his brother or AAA would be showing up any minute now, and we had some business to finish. I didn't mind. I kind of enjoyed this nasty, animalistic side of "Sweet D". I reached for a pillow to rest my head and shoulders on, and to scream into, if necessary. I guess to a man, the sight of a woman with her butt straight up in the air is quite the turn on, though. Howie began to ram me even harder. If I looked underneath myself, I could see what he was doing. Kind of interesting. His muscular, dancer's legs were getting quite a workout. I just wished I could see his face. I swear he knew what I was thinking, because at that very moment he pulled out and forced me onto my back. He crawled on top of me and squeezed himself back inside, kissing me all the while. I wrapped my legs around his waist. This was better. Now I could see those eyes. And those lips.I really liked the way he kissed me. Hot and sensuous, with just the right amount of tongue. He lowered his head to my chest. He kissed and groped at my breasts, his hips still moving slowly. He moaned, then pushed against one of my knees with his hand. I catch on quickly. I removed my legs from the locked position and let them fall away from each other. This gave him the freedom to move as he needed. Howie responded with a deep and throaty groan. It didn't take long for him to resume his frenetic pace. He pushed up onto his elbows and began driving into me, his breathing broken intermittently by grunts and dirty words. I reached around to grab his perfect ass, to press him further into me. I moved with him until he began to shake, overwhelmed by the intensity of our union. I whispered in his ear: "Go ahead, baby.it's your turn." Howie let loose. Sweat soaked hair hung in his face and his mouth hung open as he gasped for air. His liquid hips bucked wildly as he plunged into me, filling me completely. I called out his name as he climaxed. Howie was spent. He lay his head on my shoulder and sucked in oxygen; his entire body quivered with weakness. But he still smelled incredible. |
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