City Lights Surprise Pt 01

Hands fist in my hair, jerking my head back until I'm staring up into hard blue eyes. Every fiber of my being is vibrating, begging and pleading as I hold back a sharp cry. He reaches his free hand around, never breaking our gaze, and grips my bare mound. Oh, God. I'm going to come. I've never had an orgasm without something, anything, at least touching my clit, but this might be the first. I'm so close I'm shaking. And he knows it. One side of his mouth turns up in amusement.

"Are you ready for me, Sweetheart?" he speaks low, his voice sending chills down my back. I have no idea if I'm ready for him. I haven't had one glimpse of his cock, even though he's seen every single inch of my naked body. He had me undressed and pressed against the wall within thirty seconds of the door closing.

But I swallow thickly and nod. I need him like I need air to breathe. Little or big - it makes no difference, though something tells me that no part of this man has ever been associated with the word little. His six foot height, worn jeans, and long sleeve, un-tucked button down shirt that he had rolled up at the sleeves was what had caught my eye to begin with. Dark brown hair that's just slightly too long, tight square jaw with just a hint of five o'clock shadow, made me look twice. Still, I might have been okay, but then those vivid blue eyes captured mine, and I was gone.

I'd known before I left the bar that I would fuck him tonight.

But I was wrong.

Tonight, he was fucking me.

I love having control in the bedroom. Or at least I thought I did. But whatever this man is doing to me, I've never felt this way. He's taken control of not just me, but the air around us.

His hand moves further, one long finger teasing my folds, and I whimper.

"So wet," he murmurs, his finger sliding down, then back up and over my swollen nub. My hips buck and he twists, spinning us around and moving toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook Manhattan. I tense. Every light in this room is on, and it's pitch black outside other than the lights of the city. Anyone can see us. Or rather, they can see me. He's behind me, so there's no need for him to worry about the whole of New York staring at his naked body.

He presses me up against the glass, my nipples hardening painfully at the sudden cold. Yet my pussy heats more, my juices coating his hand.

He chuckles against my neck. "So you do like it."

Two fingers enter me and I groan. He's right. The smooth glass against my nipples, the thought that anyone and everyone can see me - I don't want to, but I love it. There's something so fucking sexy about it that I've never imagined before.

"I need you inside me," I say, my voice on the verge of begging.

But he turns me around instead, facing him, and pushes my shoulders down until I'm kneeling before him. His long, thick cock is in my face. Holy fuck! There's no way that will fit in my pussy, much less my mouth. The head is red and angry. Pulsing. A drop of pre-cum lingers at the slit, and I stretch my tongue out to lap at it tentatively. It's salty and musky, and it makes me want more. I wrap my lips around him and glance up. He has both hands on the glass and he's watching me intently, his vivid eyes darkened to almost black with need.

I reach up and cup his large sack, squeezing lightly. At the same time I swirl my tongue around his cock. His eyes drift closed and his head falls back with a loud groan. His hips thrust forward and barely half of his cock is in my mouth, the head just touching the back of my throat. I hum and swallow, pulling it deeper, and he pulls back. He pumps in and out, slow then fast, back and forth. I can't help but slip my own hand down to my pussy. It feels so fucking good, and I'm so close.

Suddenly he pulls out and yanks me up, spinning me and placing my hands on the glass where his were only moments before. Then his cock is at my entrance. I moan and shiver, and he's inside me with one quick thrust.

"Fuck!"

He chuckles in my ear, but it's strained.

"I'm only halfway there, Sweetheart." He pulls out until the head is just barely inside me. "You better hold on tight."

But there's nothing to hold onto, and when he slams into me again, my breasts smack the window, my pebbled nipples screaming in protest.

He does it again, burying his cock to the hilt. Over and over he fucks me hard, and each time his balls slap my ass, my tits slap the glass. I'm going to have bruises, but the only thing I care about right now is the orgasm building inside me like a tsunami. Just before I'm about to explode, there's a knock on the door, and he stops. I want to scream in frustration.

"What the fuck?" I ask as he pulls his cock out of me and moves to open it. I look around for something to cover myself with, but one look from him and I'm frozen. When the other man walks in, I'm still standing in front of the windows, naked, a heated blush covering my face.

I'm shell-shocked when they both come to me and he turns me back to the window, replacing my hands on the glass, and thrusts his cock back into my pussy as if nothing has happened. The second man watches with a smirk. He begins fucking me harder than ever. I'm groaning as I meet the other mans eyes in the reflection. He's rubbing his cock through his jeans. Do they want me to fuck them both? I have no idea, and I'm even more shocked to realize I would do it. If they ask, or even if they don't, I want to.

The second man slides to the floor underneath me and begins sucking my clit. I'm gone. The tidal wave crashes, and I'm crying out, moaning and begging. But they keep up their steady rhythm until my legs buckle and I begin to sink to the floor. The one fucking me simply pulls me back up and puts his hands over mine on the windows, holding me there as he fucks me relentlessly. My screams rise until I break once more, the second orgasm tearing through me, gushing onto the other man's face as he laps me up.

The first man picks me up and carries me to the bed, where he lays down and pulls me on top of him, thrusting his cock back in furiously. Wrapping his arms tight around me, he pulls me down on his chest as the bed dips behind me. I try to turn my head, but I can't see. I can feel though.

A thick finger lightly touches my ass, rimming around the puckered hole. I clench and he laughs.

"Loosen up, Honey. You're gonna love this."

I shake my head, but my voice has disappeared. And when I look into the man's eyes, he's silently telling me to relax and let it happen. I don't know why he has this control over me, but he does, and I nod shakily in assent. The finger pushes inside, and a ripple of ecstasy moves through me. I've never had anal sex, much less at the same time as a cock is inside me. Trepidation is at the front of my mind, but I can't deny his finger feels good. He pumps it a few times, and I find myself pushing back against the intrusion. He adds a second, twisting and pumping several more times before withdrawing. Then I feel a cool liquid fill my hole, and both fingers return, pushing the liquid deep, before disappearing again. They're quickly replaced with the head of his cock. I tense again, but then the cock in my pussy begins to move. The man beneath me slowly thrusts in and out, and I relax against him, letting the pleasure wash through me. The cock just inside the ring of my ass doesn't move, yet the feeling of it there as my pussy is being fucked is bringing me back to the brink. Beneath me, he must know it, for he grabs my hips and jerks me down with every upward thrust he delivers. The orgasm begins to build once more and I open my mouth to beg. Or scream.

The sound catches in my throat as the cock in my ass suddenly plunges forward. The orgasm triples, sending me screaming into an oblivion that I've only ever read about. My pussy contracts, releases, then contracts again and I feel a warm gush spray out each time the cock in my pussy pulls back. Both of them continue thrusting and I find my voice again, screaming as the waves of pleasure zing through my body. I can't take any more, and I begin to sag when both of the men yell, their cocks swelling to a size that I know will tear me in two. Then, with one more thrust, they come together. I can feel the warm jets coating my insides and my orgasm begins anew.

At some point in the night I remember one of them holding me in the tub, surrounded by blissfully hot water. The other cleaned me with a washcloth and my favorite Lavender soap that I left on the counter.

I must have drifted to sleep because I awake now and it's morning. I'm in my bed - alone. I look around the room but there's no sign that anything happened here last night. It's a normal, albeit expensive, hotel room. The same room I was in last night. Was it all a dream?

I move to get up and realize my wrists and ankles are strapped to each post of the large bed. Panicking, I look over at the clock on the table beside me, and that's when I see the note. It's leaning up against a large bottle of lubricant.

"WE'LL BE BACK"