Sweet and Sour

Smiling, I finished my beer too and set the bottle next to hers. My suspicions had been confirmed—she was a badass. And besides that, her telling me this story seemed a not-so-subtle hint. If I wanted something to happen that night, I'd have to push, just a little. I could do that. "Yeah, that guy doesn't seem worth your time," I agreed.

"Such a waste," she sighed. "People hold back way too much. Life is fucking short. If you want someone, you have to let them know, otherwise you miss out. You never know when a stranger could become something more. Anyone can be amazing."

As she'd talked, I half turned so we were facing each other. I was lost in those incredible blue eyes of hers, and was only able to look away from them to examine her lips. Were they really as soft as they looked? I wanted nothing more at that moment than to find out, so in the spirit of the conversation, I did. I tipped her chin up with the crook of my index finger, leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth and kissed back hungrily, moaning softly into my mouth. I put my hand on the side of her face and ran it back to cradle her neck, keeping her supported as I leaned in more, pushing her back so I could climb on top of her. She stopped kissing me long enough to mutter, "'bout damn time," and then went back to the kiss. Our crotches pressed together as I thrust, as though I could fuck her through our clothes. She moaned at the pressure and it sounded like a whine. I cupped her right breast through her shirt. It was firm and just a bit more than a handful. She gasped.

I broke the kiss and my voice was almost a snarl in her ear as I said, "I don't want to take my time. I want to fuck you hard and fast, Laney."

"Than do it," she gasped, turning her head and exposing her neck to me. It looked tender and the temptation was too great, so I bit it. Not hard, but certainly not gently. "Ah! Shit," she whined, grinding her pussy against my covered erection. We were wearing too many damned clothes. I got off of her and helped her up so we were standing together in front of the couch. She looked up at me, expectant again. A lock of her hair had come loose and was hanging between her eyes. The clash of the blue and green was striking. I pulled her shirt up but not off, exposing her. I clutched her tits, one in each hand, rubbing the nipples with my thumbs, then pinching them. "Mmm, yeah," she murmured, throwing her head back. I yanked her shorts down and cupped her pussy with one hand as I stood back up to kiss her again. She was drenched down there, her wetness soaking my fingers upon first contact. I slipped my index finger into her, hooking it and she groaned, wriggling herself on my hand. I rubbed her hard little clit with my thumb and had to put my left hand at the small of her back to keep her from swooning backwards onto the couch. I slipped my middle finger inside her and rubbed harder as she bucked against my hand. My left hand dropped to her ass and I cupped one cheek firmly. Her ass tensed up and she cried out in orgasm, her fluids running over my fingers, her cunt gripping me spasmodically.

Not giving her time to recover, I put my hand at her back and guided her to the left side of the couch, turning her around. She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes hazed over with pleasure, wondering what I was up to, but just letting me pose her. I spread her legs and unzipped my pants. She figured out what I was after, and with a sexy smile she put her hands on the arm of the couch and tilted her hips, presenting herself to me. I pulled my pants to mid-thigh and positioned myself behind her, putting my rigid cock at her slick entrance. I rubbed it back and forth for a few seconds, teasing her. She made another whining sound and wriggled around, trying to entice me to stick it in. Without warning I did, slamming all the way inside her with one quick jerk of my hips. Fuck, she was tight. I hadn't been expecting that, but she was wet and ready, so her tightness didn't offer any real resistance. "Ohh, shit!" she shouted, her head dropping down. I put my hands on her waist and started thrusting, not wanting to make it last. She wanted someone to take her—I was going to take her. It only took a few of these solid thrusts before she was cumming again, drenching my cock in her warm fluids, making it even slicker. There was a wet sound with each slam into her, and this turned me on even more.

I was also enjoying how vocal she was. After her orgasm passed, she started spurring me on loudly, crying out things like, "Oh yeah, fuck me!" and "Harder! Pound the shit out of me!" My favorite was when she threw a steamy look at me over her shoulder and said, "That's right, take me you fucker!" I enjoy noise during sex, but I'd never been with someone so outspoken during the actual act. Her encouragement did the trick—I drilled her harder and faster, feeling myself coming close as she climaxed again. My groans must have gotten her attention, because she stopped cheering me on and asked, "You gonna cum?" Her voice was breathless—I hadn't slowed.

"Yeah," I grunted, gripping her hips firmly as I thrust. I was right on the verge.

"Cum on me," she pleaded.

Hearing this was the last trigger. I pulled out and she quickly spun, sitting on the arm of the couch and grabbing her own tits, squeezing them, holding them up for me. Taking my cock in my hand, it only took two strokes to get over the edge, I was that close. Groaning, I sprayed her with my spunk, the first blast missing her tits and hitting her on the cheek. The second spray hit the target, as did the third.

Looking delighted, Laney wiped the glob of cum from her cheek into her mouth, licking her fingers. Some of it was oozing down her neck, but she left that alone, trailing her fingers in the sticky mess on her tits. I watched her, pulling my pants the rest of the way down and stepping out of them. "That was fucking hot," she whispered, licking her fingers clean. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it over her shoulder. "Now that," she continued, standing and sliding her hands down my chest, "is what I was looking for. And that was you NOT holding back? Shit . . . "

She wrapped her fingers around my still-hard cock and turned, leading me by it out of the room. I followed along, wondering what was going to happen next. The night had already been far beyond expectations. It turned out we'd just had the warm-up and there was still a lot to come.

She led me into her bedroom and flicked on the lamp next to her bed. "Ready for me to take charge?" she asked sweetly, letting go of my cock and pulling off my shirt. She caressed my chest again.

"Hell yeah," I replied huskily.

"Mmm, good. 'cause I was gonna anyway," she teased, shoving me backwards onto the bed. "Lay back. I need to get something," she ordered, crossing to her bedside cabinet and kneeling as she opened it. I scooted back, lying on her bed. She stood, dangling a pair of handcuffs from each index finger. She looked at me questioningly. My only reaction was a grin, so with a predatory look on her face, she crawled onto the bed. She grabbed my right wrist and cuffed me to the bedpost. Then she leaned over me to do the same with my left wrist, inadvertently smearing some of my drying sperm on me as she went.

Once I was chained, she climbed off the bed and stepped back, looking me over. "Mmm, can't leave you all slimy like that," she commented, her eyes on my cock. The excitement of being chained to the bed (something I hadn't tried before—at least not with me being the one bound) and at her mercy, had kept me semi-hard. She crept back onto the bed, seizing my cock with one hand, the other braced against my leg. She started running her tongue up one side and then the other, getting it wet, licking off our mingled cum. Then, when I was clean and completely erect, she took me into her mouth, just a little at first, an inch at a time until she was down to the base. I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat and she gagged a little, so she encircled the base with her fingers. Using that as a buffer, she started sucking me fervently. When I started to moan she stopped, switching to using her nails instead, scratching lightly up and down my length, then down to my balls. She cupped them, then went back to my shaft with her nails. It was driving me crazy and she could tell.

She stopped touching me completely and leaned over me, dangling her tits in my face, waving them back and forth, just out of reach. I tried to take one in my mouth, but she pulled away at the last second. She repeated this twice more, then got off the bed again. She took a few steps away and stretched, giving me a nice view of her legs and ass. She twirled and ran her hands over her tits, down her sides, to her hips. She clutched at her pussy, slipping her index finger into her slit. "Ohhh," she sighed, looking at me. "This has got me alllll wet. I'm gonna need you to do something about that."

"Come closer and I will," I told her lustily.

She smiled and took a step towards me. Then she stopped, her smile turning into a smirk. "Beg me," she demanded, continuing to finger herself. She was two feet away from me, so I had a tantalizing view of her finger dipping inside, then pulling out and running over her clit before plunging back in.

I was achingly hard—it had always been a huge turn-on to watch a woman pleasure herself. There was no question of resisting—I wanted her too bad to struggle. "Please Laney."

"Please what?" she asked, then moaned lightly as the movements of her hand continued steadily. She was getting close to bringing herself off. I wanted to see it.

"Please, cum for me. I want to see you make yourself cum."

"Ohhhh, god," she gasped, her hand moving more insistently. Her left hand was fondling one breast, then the other, tweaking her rigid nipples. "Ohh fuck! I'm gonna cum, Jared," she whimpered.

I bit my lip, straining against the handcuffs even though I knew it was useless. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but it wasn't possible. "Yeah, cum for me," I breathed.

"Mmm, I'm cumming for you baby," she cried, her knees shaking. She gave one last buck of her hips, braced her left hand on the bed and quivered, her fingers slowing, then stopping. She was so close to me now, but still out of reach. It was maddening, not being able to touch her. I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy, so perfect and wet. Her wetness was coating her inner thighs, and was all over her puffy lips.

Continuing the game, I pleaded with her. "Laney, I want to taste you. Please, let me taste you."

She looked up, her stunning blue eyes twinkling in the dim light. "Well, since you asked so nicely," she purred, stepping up onto the bed and standing over me. She lowered herself, straddling my face. The scent of her washed over me, making me moan. Hanging onto the headboard, her thighs on either side of my face, she placed her sopping cunt right over my mouth. I didn't play around, just started licking right away, hungry for her. It had been far too long since I'd tasted a woman, and it was very welcome. I dipped my tongue as far into her as I could, sliding it up and over her clit, then flicking at her nub with the tip. She wasn't quiet as I started in with my mouth and tongue. She said, "Oh shit. Yes, eat me baby. Eat the fuck out of me!" I licked faster, thrumming her clit, loving the pressure of her on me, the jangle of the cuffs—everything about it, really. "Oh fuck yeah, don't you fucking stop," she groaned. She moved along with my tongue, her movements increasing until she was basically fucking herself with my face. By the time she came, my cheeks, chin and nose were coated with her juices, and still I lapped at her, bringing her from one explosive orgasm to another. Her sweet nectar ran down my tongue and her movements slowed save for a couple of final spasms throughout her whole body.

She lifted one leg to dismount me, kneeling at my side. "Ohh, look what I did," she said, chuckling. She leaned over me and started licking her own cum off my face. This drove me more wild than anything she'd done so far. She licked my cheeks, my chin, even the bridge of my nose, her warm breath tickling my eyelids. Then she kissed me and I could taste her in her own mouth. I thought I was going to go crazy, I wanted to fuck her so bad. As though reading my mind, she whispered, her lips right in front of mine, "You want me to fuck you now, Jared?"

"Yeah," I growled. "Please fuck me. I need it."

"Mmm. That's what I like to hear," she murmured, pulling me up into a sitting position and straddling me. Repositioning my erection with her hand, she sat down on it, settling down until I was all the way inside her. She started rocking on me and in this position she was able to take me in much deeper than before. She found a rhythm she liked and rode me to a loud climax. I pulled against the cuffs again, yearning to put my hands all over her, but I was chained too tightly to reach. She noticed my struggles and started fucking me harder, biting her lip, one hand on each shoulder, sliding me smoothly in and out of her tight cunt. The headboard hit the wall with each thrust and she kept pushing me back against it, humping faster and faster as she came again. I couldn't hold up under her onslaught and my groans indicated to her I was close. "Tell me," she gasped, hardly able to make words due to the exertion and pleasure. "Tell me when you're gonna cum."

I could feel myself tensing up right then, so I gasped out, "Now!"

She pulled back and I flopped out of her. She clamped our crotches together and fell back into the same rhythm, stroking my cock between our bodies. The sensation did the trick and my rod spasmed between our bodies, cum oozing out everywhere. "Mmmmm," she sighed, wriggling against me, seeming to enjoy the feeling of the two of us being stuck together with sperm and sweat. She laughed and said, "I kinda have this thing about cum. I really like it."

I laughed too. "I got that impression."

She gave me a quick, sweet kiss and slipped off me. We were both a mess. Taking her hair the rest of the way down, she suggested, "We should probably take a shower. Join me?"

I jingled the cuffs and said, "That would be tough."

"Sheesh," she scoffed, kneeling beside her cabinet. "Gotta do everything around here." She dug around for a bit and then said, "Shit."

"What?" I asked, eyes widening.

"Hang on, I left the hacksaw in the kitchen," she said, standing and heading for the door.

"Laney . . . " I started.

She turned and I saw the smirk was back in place. She was dangling the keys in her hand. "Kidding! Geez, lighten up, man. I've only had to cut one guy's hand off so far."

I gave a relieved laugh as she released me. Then I followed her into the bathroom where she started a hot shower. The water felt heavenly, as did her slick tight body against mine as we washed each other. After, we dried off and returned to her living room where the music was still playing. She got us each another beer and we sat back in our original spots on the couch. Only this time we were both naked. We drank and she had a cigarette. We chatted a bit, talking about our lives, interests, that sort of thing. It was disorienting to be having a leisurely naked conversation with the girl I'd been lusting over for more than a year, but life takes some nice twists sometimes. Even after spending the evening with her and fucking her twice, I still couldn't quite figure her out. Was she a badass or a sweetheart? Could someone be both?

Since we were talking so openly, I decided to ask her. "I'm curious. Are you a sub or a dom? You were one than the other tonight and you seemed comfortable in both roles."

"Still keeping you guessing?" she asked, her chuckle as close to a giggle as I'd heard it. She flicked her damp hair out of her eye. "I'm both. Depends on my mood and who I'm with. Usually I can't swap off like that. Most guys have to either be in full control or sit back and let me do whatever. Seems to me like you can handle both sides of me. I like that." Her eyes had lust in them and she finished with, "You have no idea how much I like that."

I smiled at her, happy with the answer. It fit with her constantly shifting personality. She was different from anyone I'd been with before, that was for damn sure. I couldn't wait to learn more.

When she was finished with her beer, she got up and started dancing around the room in time to the music. I didn't join her—never been much of a dancer, but I was enjoying the show. I tell you, at that moment, cold beer in hand, feeling contented from the sex, watching her lithe, sexy body move around the room—I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet. There was no place I'd rather have been . . . except maybe back in her bedroom. She danced her way closer to me and reached down, caressing my growing cock. Her hand finished what her dancing had started and I hardened the rest of the way.

"I love this cock," she said, gripping it. "Big fucking cock."

"It's nothing special," I said, shrugging. I was, maybe, a little over six inches, which I consider average. Of course, Laney was pretty small, so that could have been a factor.

"Sure it is," she insisted, stroking it. "Big fucking cock and you know how to use it. Maybe you'd like to use it a little more?"

"How'd you guess?" I asked, standing and taking her in my arms. My hands travelled over her and she closed her eyes, enjoying my touch for a while before grabbing my arm and practically dragging me into her bedroom.

We fell onto the bed, kissing deeply, exploring each other, hands and lips everywhere. I settled atop her and ran my cock up and down her slit, teasing her again. She pressed up against me, then rolled, mounting me instead. She continued rubbing her lower lips against my member, finally reaching down and pulling me inside her. I thrust up to meet her and she rode me until she came, her damp hair swinging back and forth. After her climax, she rolled off me and spread her legs, holding herself open with her fingers. "Come on baby," she begged. "Put it back in me. Please! Fuck me!"

I got on top and thrust into her, all the way. She was still so tight—the pressure was unbelievable. "Oh yeah, make me feel it," she pleaded, clawing at my back as I started thrusting harder into her, making sure to grind against her clit in between thrusts. Her nails dug in and she howled in pleasure, exploding again. She lifted her legs higher, trying to get me even deeper and I slipped out. Keeping her legs held up, she breathlessly said, "Put it in my ass. I need to feel you there." She nodded towards the still-open cabinet where she'd gotten the handcuffs. "Lube is in front."

I snatched it up quickly and rubbed some around her puckered asshole, slathering more on my cock. I slowly rubbed the head against her hole, struggling to be patient. I was so turned on it was hard to hold back, but I didn't want to hurt her.

"No, don't be gentle," she grumbled, her eyes burning with need. "Just put it in me for fuck's sake."

I bit back the urge to ask her if she was sure—I sensed that would annoy her and wreck the mood. So instead I did what she asked and pushed harder. "Aww yeah!" she exclaimed, pushing back, wiggling her bottom, helping me to slide in. If I thought her pussy was tight, it was nothing compared to her ass. At first I was sure I wasn't going to get all the way in, then she grabbed my ass and pulled me forcibly towards her and I slid the rest of the way until I was buried in her soft, hot depths. "Ah!" she gasped. "There ya' go. Now fuck me, damn you. Tear me up! Give me all ya' got!"

So I did, slowly for the first couple thrusts, but quickly building up momentum. Before long I was fucking her even harder than I had when I'd taken her from behind. She screamed in pleasure, her ass clutching my cock and still I fucked her, racing to the end, giving her wave after wave of pleasure. "Fuck, Jared," she said, again having trouble making words. Her voice was husky and moans kept interrupting what she was saying. "Oh god you're so deep. So good. Just like that, don't stop!" She came again and still I fucked her, holding her legs with my hands, plunging into her again and again. "Cum for me baby," she said desperately. "Pull out and sit back when you do."