Misters Series - Nocturnal Stories

Alejandro

She walked through that door that afternoon and turned my world upside down. It took her no more than three words to leave me completely stupid over her. Every day she looked at me like I was something she'd scraped off her shoe, always trying to knock me down a peg with her sarcasm. But I could tell. Her body reacted whenever mine was close.

We fought like cats and dogs until the day she showed up in that little dress.

A scrap of fabric. Barely enough to cover her thighs, with her entire back exposed. Nothing like the baggy, paint-stained pants she always wore. It drove me out of my mind watching every man in the room stare at her. Eighty dirty old bastards practically drooling over her legs, her back, and that ass.

That morning I'd jerked off in the shower imagining her exactly like that, begging me to fuck her. In my fantasy, I took her out to dinner first. She smiled at me the way she smiles at that asshole. I kissed her gently before undressing her in my bed. She was obedient.

I should've known better.

Vera was anything but obedient.

I tried to tear her panties off while she clung to me, kissing me, parting my lips with her tongue. I couldn't hold back anymore. I wrapped my arms around her with all my strength. That mouth had driven me insane long before I'd ever tasted it. I lifted her, and instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist.

Desperate.

That was what she was.

Hot.

Mine.

She moaned against my lips. I pressed my weight into her, pinning her against the wall so I could free my hands and touch every inch of her. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of the ass that made me hard with a single glance. My hand followed the heat between her thighs until I found a way to slip her panties aside.

The slickness I found told me everything I needed to know.

So did the sharp breath she drew before going perfectly still the moment I touched her.

I slid one finger inside her, and her entire body went rigid. I added a second, and she melted into a moan that only made me harder. I pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her eyes were squeezed shut.

She was breathing through parted lips.

Her head rested against the wall.

Beautiful, a madness.

I wanted to bury myself inside her, to fuck her without even taking her panties off. But the need to watch her come first was stronger.

Vera writhed against me. I could feel her heels digging into my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders with bruising force, and her slickness coating my hand. She was more than wet, more than turned on. My own mind had gone completely blank.

"Do you like that, little little slutt?" The word slipped out before I could stop it.

Her eyes flew open, and she held her breath. For a second, I thought I'd fucked it up, ruined the moment. Then she surprised me again, finished me off completely.

"Yes..." she gasped, rolling her hips against my hand, asking for more.

I took a chance. It couldn't be.

"Are you my little little slutt?" I asked, testing the waters.

"Yes..."

"Tell me, Vera," I practically begged, kissing her neck, licking it. "Tell me," I whispered.

"I'm your little little slutt, Mr. Vicenzo," she moaned, every word drawn out.

Better than any declaration of love. It hit me square in the chest, in the gut, in my cock straining so hard against my pants it felt ready to burst free. I stood there, spellbound, breathing against her skin, my fingers motionless inside her. Vera had no idea what she really did to me. It was desire, raw lust, but also this strange, overwhelming need to hold her.

That was why I hadn't taken things any further all those months. The way she looked at me was obvious. The way she'd sometimes linger over her words, the little gestures she thought I didn't notice. She made me lose control, sent me completely off the rails. At the same time, I couldn't stand being away from her for twenty-four hours. I knew she'd get under my skin, and once she did, there'd be no getting her out.

She fought against my stillness, driving herself furiously onto my hand, twisting her hips any way she could. Demanding. Her muscles tightened around my fingers. I looked at her again. Her face was pure agony, her lips parted, her eyes glazed, her brow furrowed with impatient need.

Her confession filled me with the kind of primitive pride a man feels when his woman can't wait for him.

"What's wrong, Vera?" I asked, playfully. "Are you really that horny?"

She didn't answer. Frustrated, she grabbed my jacket, trying to pull it off. I rewarded her with a few fast, brutal strokes. Her body responded instantly, coming apart beneath my hand.

Then I stopped again.

Furious didn't even begin to describe it.

She decided to play my game. And kicked me straight in the balls.

"Your friend wouldn't have stopped, Alejandro," she challenged, lifting her chin, biting her lower lip.

I pulled my fingers free and made her put her feet back on the floor. Vera swayed the moment they touched the ground, then looked me straight in the eye. She was pushing me to the edge, comparing me to that bastard just to drive me completely insane.

And it worked.

I grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and pinned her against the wall.

"Spread your legs," I ordered, and she obeyed. "Let's see if that son of a bitch can fuck you better than I can."

I tasted her arousal, the slickness she'd left on my fingers. I licked them slowly in front of her, coating them with my saliva as if I needed more, then slid them straight back between her thighs, finding the spot that unraveled her. I stroked her with the same frantic need I'd had when I'd jerked off thinking about her. She gave herself to me completely. She opened herself to me in every way, not just between her legs. She surrendered while the tips of her toes fought to keep from slipping.

Her breathing turned ragged, short gasps that never quite filled her lungs. She reached for something to hold onto and found my arm, the one wrapped around her waist. She felt boneless, like a rag doll. Even so, at the exact moment she came, she locked her eyes with mine, only for an instant before they fluttered shut. She shattered completely, dragging me down with her. I'd wanted to make her mine, yet in the end she claimed me with a single orgasm.

Beautiful, alive in every cell of her body. I loosened my grip on her hair and kissed her forehead. She answered by brushing a kiss against my chin, playfully nibbling at my beard. Something that felt like triumph tangled with anguish flooded my chest. Something that screamed I'd die if I let her walk away. Then I felt her hands finishing the job of opening my pants. Her cool fingers wrapped around my cock and gave it a slow tug.

My knees nearly gave out. At forty-five years old, a woman was jerking me off, and my knees were threatening to buckle.

No.

Not just any woman.

Vera.

I tipped my head back and heard her let out a slow, deep breath. **She knew she was the one in control now, the one calling the shots. I had to let go of her completely just to brace myself against the wall, but not before capturing her mouth in another kiss. We moved together in perfect rhythm: I thrust my tongue into her mouth while her hand stroked me faster.

Little by little, she slowed down, easing to a stop. She let go of me and pushed me slightly backward. I took short steps, trapped by my pants around my ankles.

Vera, sensual, erotic, and a little little slutt, took off her panties and the torn piece of stocking. She lowered the shoulders of her dress to her waist and turned around. Stretching her back, offering herself with that bare ass.

I went at her like a savage, grabbing her breasts, rubbing my cock against her, biting her shoulder. She writhed in my hands, falling apart as she waited for me to penetrate her.

I should have taken her in a single thrust, filled her to the very end, and not given her even time to breathe.

I couldn't.

Even with the desperation and the heat, I couldn't.

Instead, I savored the moment. I parted her buttocks and watched as, slowly and deliberately, her sex swallowed my cock.

I heard her moan, deep and long.

"Like that, Alejandro," she said.

When I looked up, her face was against the wall, one hand lost between her legs.

I lost my sense of reality, the little sanity I had left. I thrust into her once with all my strength. Again and again and again. I fucked her like the beast I am, and she welcomed me with even more pleasure. Never a whimper or a "stop." She asked for it. Without shame.

I came, pushing her, dragging her along the wall.

Burying myself.

Dying.