Chapter Two - Come with His Voice Alone (Part 2)

Everything's a blur from Nari's lounge to the hotel. All I can focus on is him. I don't know his name, and this is the craziest decision I've ever made. Yet, deep down I have no regrets. We make out like animals inside the car, with me on top, dry humping him. When we arrive at the hotel, he sweeps me to a suite. Tapping the keycard against the door, we stumble through and he wastes no time lifting me, my legs wrapping around his trim waist. Lips locking, he lowers us onto the bed, his weight a welcoming crush upon my own.

"Do you like this dress?" His words pierce my lust-induced mind.

I blink up at him, my breathing erratic. "I-It's a borrowed dress."

"Then I'll have to compensate you for it." He grips the edges and rips it apart effortlessly.

I gasp at his unexpected enthusiasm. Damn. Now, I owe Nari for the dress. He yanks it unceremoniously over my head, exposing my body completely. Since the dress doesn't allow for a bra, I'm completely vulnerable, my arms immediately seeking to cover my nudity.

"Don't." He orders, his deep voice husky with desire. "I want to see you."

Seeing him turned on, I lower my hands and watch in awe as he dips down to flick his tongue across my nipple. He isn't the first man to lick my breasts, but only his touch ignites my insides like an inferno, a slow burn pooling in my belly.

"Beautiful," His hot breath caresses my skin, making me twitch with anticipation. "I'm going to taste you."

Without warning, his mouth latches onto my right breast, sucking fiercely. He swirls his tongue around my pebbled rosebud, nibbling softly.

"Ahh!" My hands surge into his thick hair, back arching to offer myself to him.

His other hand creeps up to squeeze my unattended breast, fingers plucking at my nipple. My mind empties fast, leaving me a quivering mass of desire. Below, my needy pussy throbs for attention, getting wetter by the second. Skillfully, he slides his hand into my panties. I jolt at the possessive glide of his fingers against my clit. It's embarrassing how wet I am from kissing and him sucking on my breasts. I fail to suppress a whimper when he pushes a finger deep inside me.

"So wet. You're very tight." He murmurs, observing my reactions like a hawk as he pumps in and out. The untamed curl of his hair falls across his forehead as he shifts lower, those mesmerizing eyes pinning me down. "Been awhile?"

I want to tell him that I'm a virgin but, I am afraid he will reject me on that basis alone. We've gone too far and I'm too close to let him stop now. I remain quiet, allowing myself to just feel. He teases me mercilessly, rubbing back and forth, manipulating my pleasure to the point where I'm about to come. And then he stops.

"Why did you stop? Please, don't stop." I plead, fingers curling into his shirt. I frown at the offensive garment. "You're still dressed."

My femininity is offended when he flashes me a devilish grin, knowing that I'm a hot mess but he's still in control. It sparks my defiance and I want to get even. Seizing the chance to throw him off guard, I attack his lips, consuming him in a passionate kiss before shoving him onto his back. Clambering onto his lap, I straddle him.

And he lets me, those keen eyes watching. There's nothing cold about him now, not like back at the lounge.

"It's not fair that I'm naked but you're still clothed to the nines." I chastise, stripping off his coat and tie. Tracing the rows of buttons, I smirk. "Do you like this shirt?"

An answering smile lights up his face, his body relaxes. "Go ahead."

Like a child on Christmas morning, I rend his shirt and toss it aside. I drink in the sight of his spectacular body, hands itching to explore the hard ridges of his pecs. I've only seen a body like his on pictures and in television. "Can I touch you?"

He nods through heavy lidded eyes. "Please,"

Licking my lips, I bend and drag my tongue through the grooves of his wonderful abs, starting low from his belly button to his chest. He stiffens beneath me, a low groan telling me that he likes it.

Opening my mouth, I suck on his skin non-too gently. I've never given a hickey, but an urge to mark him all over tempts me. On his neck, I bite down gently before switching back to his mouth for a deep kiss. He catches me off guard, hooking an arm around my waist and flips us over, so he's now on top.

"Hey, I wasn't done!" I protest, pushing against his hot chest.

"Later," He rumbles and wrenches off my panties, his fingers cuffing my ankle. I mewl in delight as he lavishes open-mouthed kisses from my ankle, going lower and lower until the inside of my thigh. My legs close when his breath touches my pussy, feeling extremely shy. This is completely new territory. He growls and stops me with his shoulders, holding me wide open for his hungry gaze. "Fuck, your pussy is so pink and juicy. It's begging me to eat you up."

Eyes shutting, my insides twitch at his gravelly voice. It's my fantasy come to live.

"You got wetter." He notes with a dark chuckle, making me squirm. "I wonder if I can make you come with just my voice."

I lift my head, catching his wicked grin. He knows damn well the effect his voice has on me. I pout. "You know that's impossible."

"You shouldn't provoke the beast," He warns ominously, fingers digging into my thighs. His intent is clear. "I'll have you screaming before the night's over."

I swallow hard. Oh shit, what have I done? "W-wait!"

He doesn't. Like a starved wolf, he feasts on my pussy, licking my opening and sucking my throbbing clit while his fingers curl and pump inside me.

In…Out…

In…Out…

It's driving me wild! My pussy juices flow, and he happily laps it all up. A familiar heat unfurls in my groin, both pressure and pleasure building. I know I'm about to come. "P-please! I'm going to come."

"Then come." He sucks even harder, biting lightly on my nub.

"Ahhhh!" I explode, my screams bouncing off the walls. Stars dance before me, my back bowing hard off the bed, my fingers grappling the sheets. "Oh my God!" It's too much!

Relentless, he licks up my orgasm while I'm boneless, trapped beneath his arm. Panting hard, my body trembles, sweat coating my skin. A final kiss on my pussy, he smiles, coming up to capture my lips. It's weird to taste myself on him, but I don't mind. Not when his kisses leave me begging for more.

"I want to taste you too." I blurt, looking right into his eyes.

He stands to undress. I wonder what's in his mind as he unbuckles his belt. Nervousness grips me. I never offered to suck a man's dick. The last time it happened, I was relatively forced to do it. Crawling to the edge, I wait.

It's highly arousing to watch a man, watch you as he undresses. Finally, he kicks off his boxers and I hold my breath at the sight of his long, hard dick. Wow. Honestly, I never found the male appendage to be beautiful, but he's the exception. My mouth waters for a taste. He tugs at his length a few times, coming forward. Peeking from under my lashes, I'm happy to see a burnish of red along the bridge of his nose. It's reassuring to know I'm not the only one affected. Tentatively, I reach out to touch him, my hand squeezing and stroking. His skin's scorching velvet but his hardness is unmistakable.

"Suck it." He orders gruffly.

Not confident about blowing him on the bed, I slide to the carpet. The submissive posture thrills him because he swells even bigger. Grabbing the base of his staff, I kiss the tip. "You like having me on my knees?"

"Yes, now be a good girl and put me in your mouth." He's getting impatient, though his touch is gentle.

Hiding a smile, I open my mouth and take as much of him as I can without choking. It has been years since I gave head. Admittedly, it's daunting, especially when my eyes start to water. Something in my face must have given away my inexperience because he murmurs. "Slowly." Hand encircling my neck, he rubs soothing circles around my throat. "Look at me."

Raising my gaze, my core clenches at the primitive desire dwelling in those eyes. "Squeeze me tighter and take me slowly. In and out. Don't rush."

I follow his advice, familiarizing myself with his size and taste, licking from base to tip and changing the intensity of my grip. Soon, he's pumping in and out of my mouth while holding me prisoner in his grasp. It's scary yet thrilling to let a man use you vulgarly.

Pre-cum leaks from his tip and I taste it, rolling the saltiness on my tongue. A few more pumps and he pulls out, panting heavily. "That's enough. I want to come while I'm fucking you. Turn around and bend over, hands on the bed."

My heart starts pounding. Is this it? Am I finally going to lose my V-card? I bend over the waist, knees kissing the edge of the bed. My anxiety grows when I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper. I can't help but stiffen up when his hard body aligns with mine, his heat enveloping me. My muscles jump when he touches my waist.

"Relax," He soothes, rubbing his length against my wetness.

Damn. Is this how it feels to have a man's dick rubbing against my pussy? It's intimidating but hot. Anticipation gnaws my insides, my eyes squeezing shut when he notches the bulbous head into my opening. Pressing soft kisses against my neck, he pushes in. Even though I'm wet, I am a virgin, so obviously his big dick isn't magically going to slip right in.

I feel the pressure of his throbbing length as it squeezes into me, inch by inch. Too big! I may be inexperienced, but I know that he's bigger than most men. Unable to bear the intensity, I clamp onto his arm around my waist. Then, suddenly, his body stills. "Are you…?" Hesitance strangling his voice.

Oh no, he's not changing his mind now. Fingers digging into his flesh, I push back, swallowing him whole. We gasp at the same time, mine laced with pain while his is saturated with pleasure. I can't stop myself from constricting around his length, the foreign feeling so bizarre and full, my body is protesting his invasion.

"Fuck." He swears roughly, arm tightening around me. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I breathe through the pain. "I want this."

I don't need to see the lines of misery on his face to tell me that he's holding back. He'll leave a mark on my side with the force of his grip. "Do you feel pain? Can I move?"

I shift slightly, feeling a twinge while he shudders above me. "Y-yes, can you try moving a little?"

"You're killing me." He pulls out an inch, and this time I'm the one who moans. The pain lingers but I think I might just get addicted to this strangeness. "Don't stop."

He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into me, shoving my body across the bed. "Oh, fuck!" I shout in an unladylike manner, my arms collapsing under me as he plows my virgin pussy. The erotic sounds of our skin slapping only inflames my cries and moans. Tension starts gathering inside me with every long, deep thrust. Pleasure overwhelms pain, and I can't stop my hips from meeting his. When he withdraws completely, I whimper from the loss. Turning me around, he pushes me onto my back and holds my legs up over his shoulder before filling me in one hard plunge. From this angle, his pubic bone grinds against my clit, making my head spin.

I admire his toiling body, those bulging biceps, the way his pecs flex in tandem with every thrust. I know he loves the view too, seeing how transfix he is by my bouncing breasts. Feeling like I'm about to come, he drops down until our noses touch. His mouth brushes my ear. "How does it feel, to have your virgin pussy stretched by my fat cock? Are you going to come?"

"Y-yes…It feels s-so good." I sob and pant simultaneously.

"Do you want to come?"

I try nodding. "Yes, I want to come…s-so bad. Please, let me c-come."

"Only good girls get to come, but you've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

Mind swimming with pleasure, I don't know what he is referring to. "W-what? I…I don't -"

If he isn't balls deep inside me, I would have been frightened by the menacing look descending over his face. But then, he curses and stiffens above me, his big body shuddering.

He came.

Part of me is disappointed that I didn't come, but I know not all women experience the little death their first time. He jerks out of me, leaving me feeling bereft and empty. Something is wrong. It's clear as day on his face. Is he angry because I didn't tell him I was a virgin? Being naked in front of an angry man is an uncomfortably vulnerable feeling. I can't even use the sheets to cover up.

"Why did you lie?" He demands furiously, those eyes no longer filled with passion.

Jeez, why make a big deal over my ex-hymen? "I didn't lie. I just didn't think it was important."

"Not important?" His jaw clenches. He takes a threatening step forward and I instinctively scramble backwards. "Did you plan this? Were you hoping to seduce me into your bed to trap me? Is it money you want?"

"Oh my God, you're delusional!" My own temper rises at the insult. "Do you accuse all your bed partners like this? Why would I plan a one-night stand with a man I never met?"

"Bullshit!" Animosity creeps into his voice. "Do you know who I am?"

Exasperated, I shout. "No! I don't even know your name. Are you famous? Last time I checked, we run in very different social circles."

He remains glowering, though imperceptibly calmer. "You really don't know?"

Okay, this is becoming complicated and I didn't sign up for this. It's true what people say about the hot ones being the craziest. Scrambling awkwardly out of bed, I search for my torn dress. "Look, this has been fun, but I think I should go. We're going to forget this ever happened." I spot my ruined dress and groan inwardly. How the hell am I supposed to leave in that?

Swiping it off the floor, I yelp when he appears before me. My brows snatch together. "What are you doing?"

Imprisoning my wrists in his iron grip, he insists. "Look into my eyes and tell me that you truly don't know who I am."

I want to hit him at this point. Drilling my gaze into his, I say in my dullest voice. "Listen carefully because I'm not going to repeat myself. I don't know you. Period. I came with you because I thought you were…are a hot guy looking for a good time. That's it." I tug sharply at my hands. "Now can you please let go of me?"

It's unnerving how he continues to search my gaze until he finds the answer he's looking for. Only then, does he release me.

Rubbing my sore wrists, I frown. "Are you always this paranoid?"

Stabbing his fingers through disheveled hair, he barks a brittle laugh. "A man of my position can't afford to be careless."

I pegged him for a bigshot but, to hear him say it is a wake-up call. I'm going to dodge this bullet while I can. "Well…," I continue looking for my panties. "I'm glad we cleared up this misunderstanding. I'm just going to leave as soon as I -"

"Leave?" He cuts me off, shaking his head. "You're not going anywhere."

"Huh?" I had no time to ask what he meant, because he has me backed up against the wall. I like tall men, but right now, his height is just irritating. Then, it hits me that we are still naked when my nipples brush his chest, my train of thought derailing quickly. "W-wait, you're too close."

He bends closer, until his lips are next to my sensitive ears. Heat flutters in my belly when he breathes me in. I strain against him. "J-just a minute! Aren't we done? I don't think this is right…,"

He laughs like I just told him a joke, then he tilts my chin so that our eyes meet. "Now that I'm sure of who you are, you're not going anywhere for the rest of the night."

"I-I'm not?" I parrot like an idiot.

"No, because you haven't been punished yet." Excitement in his tone.

My eyes snap wide in distress and I shove hard to get away. The big lout won't budge, his big body caging me in. "Punished? No way, I'm leaving! Step aside, right now!"

It isn't fair how good he is at manipulating a woman's body. Kissing my earlobe and then sucking at the sweet spot on my neck, my muscles turn to jelly and I melt into him. He catches me before I sink to the ground. "I'm not going to let you leave without pleasuring you. It will ruin my reputation if I let you leave unsatisfied."

"Presumptuous much?" I retort, struggling as he carries and dumps me back into bed, like I weigh nothing.

"Just confident." He stands there smiling. It captivates me, how boyish he appears…a huge contrast from the accusing fiend seconds ago.

"You're crazy, you know that?" I scoff rudely as he turns to grab another condom. "You just accused me of trying to trick you into sex and now you want to sleep with me again?"

"Who said anything about sleeping?" His grin turns cocky.

I growl in frustration, and he laughs harder. "Fine! Fucking! What makes you think that I want to fuck you again?"

Rolling on the condom, he grips my chin hard. "Oh hellcat, you'll want to fuck me again because I definitely want to fuck you again. That reminds me, I haven't fulfilled our bet of making you come with my voice alone."

The way he says fuck has my girly parts tingling. Keeping a straight face so I don't betray myself, I reply passively. "I never agreed to it. Besides, what if I'm a psycho who just lied to you?"

Yes, I'm still sore about that.

He shakes his head, teasing the tip of my nose. "That was my fault. I can be pig-headed to see the truth sometimes but," His hand wanders down to my waist and I seize it before he can delve into my heat. "Your body is too honest. Since you were a virgin, that means you've got nothing to hide."

"What kind of logic is that?" I splutter madly, wriggling out of his grasp. "It's ridiculous. Just because I was a virgin doesn't mean I'm innocent."

Grinning, he places his arms on either side of my head, trapping me. "Call it a man's intuition."

"If I had to judge you," I mutter sourly, still unwilling to end the subject. "You're definitely not a risk taker when it comes to women."

"That's one thing we can agree on." He then shuts me up with his mouth.

That night, he keeps his promise to make me come with his voice alone, making me blush to my roots. Take the suit off the man and he becomes what his instincts created him to be. But I won't complain. We fuck three more times - once up against the wall, the second on the floor where I earn my first carpet burn and lastly in the shower where he kisses me so sweetly. For all three, he never comes unless I come first.