Elliot's POV
My mind was reeling as Jamal or should I say Michael drove us to his house. It was no secret what was about to happen, I was about to be thoroughly fucked by this handsome, hunky man beside me. My anxiety was at an all-time high. Was this a one-night stand or a continuous affair? Was Jamal gay? So many questions were popping into my mind and I was on the verge passing out. Falling for him was inevitable at this point, yet I had no idea what he thought of me.
"Are you not getting down?" Jamal asked, smiling so warmly at me. It didn't register to me that we have already arrived at his place.
"Sorry I was deep in thoughts" I answered. Jamal opened the car door on my side and crouched down to my face level.
"Elli, if you don't want to be here just say it and I'll take you back" He pecked my lips with a kiss of assurance.
"I want to. It's just .... I'm .... I just ...you know?" I shrugged my shoulders and diverted my eyes to the floor.
"No Elli I don't know what you mean. You know I can't read your mind, right?" He chuckled deeply in his throat. "I mean I try, but some things are better said than guessed, baby boy" He explained, and I knew he was right.
I was so afraid to come across as a prude and uptight. This wasn't my first time with a man so I couldn't comprehend why I was so terrified, though I must admit that I have always been a relationship kind of guy. Normally, One-night stands and flings were not what I indulged in, so maybe that was why I was freaking out. It has been a long time since I had sex with anyone, every sexual act for the past year has been a solo adventure.
"I want this, but I'm a little nervous" When it came to sex, I have always been a willing passive partner, but Jamal has been able to find the slutty part of me that I wasn't aware of myself. My pucker was twitching like crazy, ready to be filled with all his 10-inch-thick black cock! It was shyness preventing me from a good pounding from Jamal.
He unbuckled my seatbelt and helped me out of his car which I now realized was parked in a garage with many other luxury cars. He kissed me again and I melted against him. His tongue licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to him. The kiss deepened, becoming passionate as I felt my anxiety slowly leave me. Jamal knew how to make me relax and put me in a sexual mood.
"Let's get inside before I bend you over the hood of the car." He said smiling at me. Our hands interwind as we left the garage to take the elevator. Inside the elevator he stood across from me, watching me intently whiles loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
"So, Elli how do you like to be fucked?" He blurted out, laughing at the shock displayed my face. My eyes nearly popped of its socket. Moving so confidently he came to stand in front of me, almost leaning into me intimately. My heartbeat quickened, galloping away in my chest.
"Do you want to lie on your back with your delicate legs on my shoulders while I bang you hard?" He whispered in my ears and kissed my neck while loosening my tie too. "Or do you want to squat on my dick and give me the ride of my life while I spank your bubble butt for you to bounce harder?" An undignified moan escaped my lips causing my cheeks to heat up. His lewd words were triggering a boner in my pants. My hips began bucking on their own, trying to rub against his crotch.
"You're such a dirty slut! Such a fucking predictable whore. Of course, sitting on a fat cock is what you so desperately crave!" If only he knew how right he was, all I wanted was his erect dick in my cunt and spilling hot cum in me. Our lips pressed together in a kiss again with his tongue dominating my mouth like he was staking his claim on me. Jamal took my hand and placed it on his bulge, encouraging me to rub him through his pants and I complied.
"I can't wait to sink into you!" He said, and a sexual fog clouded my brains as I was buzzing with anticipation and lust. My prick was painfully trapped in my briefs and leaking extensively. My whole body was tingling with desire.
The elevator dinged and we walked out to his living room. It was neatly decorated in earthly tones with sleek black and white motives. It looked so elegant and masculine at the same time. The tidiness of the place prompted me that he had a caretaker because I couldn't picture Jamal cleaning this place all by himself.
"Do you want something to drink?" Jamal asked and casually continued to undress in front of me. I had a hard time concentrating as my eyes followed every skin he revealed. His tie was long removed. His dress shirt was pulled off his broad shoulders after unbuttoning it. His pecs were firm along with his nipples. His forearms were thick and muscled. I wondered how many times he spent in the gym to get such a body or maybe genetic played a role.
"it's rude to blatantly stare like that, but I'll allow it!" He smirked at me knowing damn well the power and effect he had over me. I was weak for him and he was aware of it. I wish I could mask my emotions better just like him.
"No thank you!" I cleared my throat before answering him. The desperation could be heard in my voice. I have been waiting for this to happen for so long that I didn't want to wait any longer for Jamal to take me.
"Hmmm ...... somebody can't wait to be fucked!" He beamed at me and I blushed.
Was I that of an open book he could read anytime he wanted? He took my hand into his again and I followed him upstairs. We entered his spacious bedroom and my dick jumped excitedly as I saw the king size bed neatly made knowing what we were about to do. There was no turning back now.
Jamal stood quietly before me and undressed me. The sexual tension between us was electrifying yet he was composed and more under control than me. He removed my tie, pulled off my jacket and my dress shirt. I felt self-conscious about my body. I wasn't as ripped as he was, but years of playing tennis has gifted me with a fit body.
He tweaked my rosy nipples and my knees buckled causing me to lean into him. I let out a moan and glanced at him for more. His brown eyes were darkened with lust, showing me that I had an effect on him too even though he hid it well. I felt so sexy knowing that he wanted me in every nasty way possible.
Suddenly, I was naked in front of him from head to toe. He walked around me, inspecting every aspect of my body whiles roaming his big hands all over me. I shivered at his warm and sensual touches.
"Get on the bed on all fours, baby boy!" He demanded and I panicked. There was no way I could take his impressive manhood without any preparation. I shuddered and he saw the fear in my eyes.
"I'm not going to fuck you raw! At least not now." Jamal winked at me. "Just get on the bed with your ass in the air." My traitorous anus twitched again at his words. I climbed on his bed and assumed position on all fours at the edge of the bed, feeling so open and vulnerable. My anxiety was gradually creeping in, so I shut my eyes tight, forcing my body to calm down. I have been anticipating this for three weeks now and I wanted it bad!
Forever went by till I felt Jamal's presence behind me. He rubbed and kneaded my ass lovingly. It relaxed my muscles as I completely surrendered to him. The two spanks on my ass cheeks came as a shock, yet I couldn't deny the pleasure that came with the sting.
"Aaaaahh...... oh Fuck!" I moaned out loud and jiggled my ass for him. My action caused him to slap my ass again and it burned so deliciously. He spread my ass cheeks apart and I felt the cold air on my hole. He held them apart and watched my tiny pink puckered hole clench and open to him.
"Mmmhh ....... Fucking sexy!" He said and we moaned in unison. Jamal had a way of making me feel like the most beautiful and sexy person on earth. I felt like a bad bitch when I was with him.
"Yes, I want you inside me, Papi!" I pleaded brokenly whiles staring into his eyes over my shoulder. My frame convulsed as I felt his wet slick tongue swipe on my rosebud. Warmness spread through me. His hands steadied me as he licked my asshole again. He spanked my bubble butt again whiles rimming me with vigour. I was drunk on lust and pushing my ass to his face, wanting more of his tongue.
