Chapter 2

AMY

“Say my name again,” he commanded. His tone deep and cold.

My p***y moistened all over again at the sound and command of his voice. He stood still at the door, eyes taking me with a determined look. He knew what to do next, what I wanted him to do, but he was making me wait. I was already dying of suspense.

My hands had relaxed a bit around my breasts and I could feel the obvious change he had in his stance to seeing my full and firm boobs without anything in between.

“Say my name, Amy. Just the way you said it a few moments ago,” Pete repeated himself.

His palms had tightened to a fist like he was restraining himself. I did not want him to. I wanted him all over me, kissing me, nibbling on my skin, touching me, giving me a gentle bite on my n****e, and then f*cking me senseless. I needed all of him. And if saying his name was all he required to lose that control, then f*ck me, I was going to moan it out aloud.

Looking him dead in the eyes, I bit my lips sensually and called out his name. “Pete Stones.”

I saw him gulp and I noticed the bulge in his pants. I swallowed too, wondering how big and warm his d**k would feel in my mouth. The thought caused the butterfly in my tummy to fluster their wings and I bit my lower lip. Why was he still standing over there and looking at me like that?

“How bad do you want me?” his voice finally came seductively.

“I don’t want you, I need you?” I said, swaying my waist because I couldn’t wait to have him inside my honey pot.

“Drop your hands and spread those legs. I want to see all of you,” He instructed.

I obeyed him, the promises of what he could do to my body far greater than my sense of reasoning and so straightening my back and firmly holding my spread thighs. I looked back up at him. He stalked towards me unhurriedly, like I was his prey, taking his sweet time to scout me out. He seemed to enjoy my body's reaction to every step he made, as every move he made only heightened my lustful desire.

He stopped in front of me and I had to throw my face up to look at his face. Damn, how tall was he? Six feet? Seven feet?

“You are not a minor, are you?” He asked out of the blue.

I knew I was 5’1, but did I really look that young?

“No,” I responded. I had intended the answer to come out with a lot more resolution, but it came out as a moan instead. “I am twenty-one.”

“Good!” was all he said, and he pulled me closer to himself and crashed his lips on mine before withdrawing from the kiss, “Because I wouldn’t like to be charged with being a pedophile.”

I relaxed as I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his lips leisurely massaging mine and his tight grip on my waist. My bones melted. He tasted even better than I had imagined him to. Like honey dipped in alcohol, refreshing yet intoxicating.

One hand found my neck and encircled it, applying just the right amount of pressure while he kissed me slowly, taking his precious time. His tongue ran across my lower lip, seeking entrance. I obliged, shivering when his tongue touched mine. He sucked on it, crushing me to his body like I was not close enough.

I felt intoxicated. How could a stranger make me feel this way? All through my f*ck life, I have never experienced anything like this.

With a chaste kiss, his mouth trailed down to the base of my neck and nibbled on the spot. My legs turned to jelly and I struggled to stand. Thankfully, his strong arms held me up, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my neck.

When I was in a hot quivering mess, he licked up my neck like it was some sort of ice cream, and he licked up to my ear. Kissing and biting on the lobe, he said, “Your legs can't hold you up any longer and I have not even touched you yet. I bet you can’t wait to have me inside you.”

I nodded immediately and let out a soft moan. His hands grabbed my ass and he slapped one cheek. I yelped and stifled another moan. His voice and his words. Damn, it’s killing me. I stared at him with lust-filled eyes and a dripping honey pot. I was a needy young adult and I did not fail to show him just how much I wanted him in me.

He smirked and suddenly, I was in the air. He lifted me to the wash station of the restroom and then knelt on one knees between my spread legs. He sucked down my tummy, his tongue teasing my piercing while his fingers pinched my n*****s. I felt electricity run down my spine at this sensation.

“Your body is perfect,” he whispered, the compliment resounding through me. “And you are so f*cking sensitive.”

I nodded, holding tightly onto the wash station, maintaining eye contact, and breathing heavily as I felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath when he nest his head between my thighs, blowing hot air at my p***y, and without any more preambles, he licked his tongue up my cunt, causing me to moan loudly.

“Aren't you such a wh*re? You are wet and dripping for me,” he drawled out, his voice husky and lazy. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he lapped my clit slightly and then went on to knead my boobs and stroke my aroused n*****s at the same time.

I jumped when his tongue soon found my hole, plunging into it and f*cking me with short jabs, his assault on my breast not relenting one minute. I grabbed his thick curls for dear life as I rode his tongue ferociously, my screams resonating in the restroom.

“Yes… yes. Just like that, Pete. Do not stop,” I cried, my eyes shut tight as I reeled in the pleasure.

“You like that? You want more?” He replaced his tongue with three fingers, pumping into my p***y hard and fast. “Yes! Yes! I want more baby. Have it, it’s all yours. I’m all yours. F*ck, you are so good.”

His lips enclosed my pink bud, sucking hard on it while I pulled on his hair, his fingers going in and out of me like a lightning speed. f**k. I felt my eyes roll behind my head as I experienced orgasm after orgasm.

I screamed as I felt another climax coming. “Oh my God, Pete” I held onto him, my body twitching and spasm building. He kissed my p***y and then retracted his hand from my honey pot. When I opened my eyes again, my gaze met Pete now standing upright and licking his fingers clean of my juice.

That was intense. I nibbled on my lips.

I started to reach for my pants when he caught my hand midway, his firm eyes pinning me with intimidation. “And who says I am done with you yet?” He questioned.