Dirty Heat (3 page)

At that moment, Herbie was still out of the house. But let him tell it, he was still fucking her. So, what did that say? Either she was confused, too emotionally caught up in him to let him go, couldn't let go of that hard dick, was willing to work through it, or all the above.

Regardless, it wasn't my business. And the fact that Krista had the audacity to bring his transgressions with another man into a discussion that had nothing to do with same-sex cheating had me feeling some type of way.

That was far from who I was, or who I am. I wasn't interested in—or attracted to—other men. So I wasn't looking to sleep with one, period, point blank.

Hell, I wasn't even interested in being pegged by a woman wielding a strap-on, or fucked by a dildo. But I'd taken a finger back there.

And…

I was twenty-six. And it was a few months before Krista and I
met. I was out in Vegas with a few of my frat brothers, popping bottles at another one of our frat brother's bachelor party being held at a private rooftop club overlooking the city.

There were about fifteen badass strippers there to entertain us however any one of us wanted it. And most of the bros there were in full swing taking full advantage of the free-access pussy and head.

Except me.

I had my sights on the sexiest one who stood out from the rest. She was the one who'd caught my eye. She had voluptuous red lips, honeydew-melon breasts, a flat stomach, and a big bubblicious-ass that bounced and shook in sync to the music. She watched me watching her. Licked her lips—exposing a long pink tongue, and swung her hips, thrusting her pelvis, her eyes never leaving mine. My dick stirred for the first time that night.

I wanted her. Bad.

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long. Or make a move. She'd made it first. She liked what she saw and came for it. One foot in front of the other, back straight, pelvis thrusting, she cat-walked her way over to me.

“What's your name, baby?”

“Kendall.” I extended my hand to hers. “And yours?”

“Peaches.” She licked her lips, letting her warm hand get lost in mine. Before I could ask her how she got her name, she added, “ 'Cause I'm real sweet 'n' juicy.”

I grinned. “I like that.”

“You
like that?
Oh, no, sweetheart. You'd love it.”

I eyed her, feeling everything inside of me overheat. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” She wagged a finger for me to lean in closer. “I wanna coat your lips with my juices, then fuck you,” she whispered in my ear.

“Damn. You suck dick?”

She threw her head back, and laughed. “Do I suck dick? Does Queen Elizabeth have a throne? Of course I suck dick. What kind of question is that? Sucking dick is the fastest way to a man's heart, or into his wallet.”

I laughed. “Is that so? Well, good thing I didn't fly way out here looking for love, but how 'bout I buy you a drink, then see where the rest of the night takes us?”

She smirked, brushing up on me as she swished her hips toward the bar. I followed behind her, mesmerized by the sway of her hips.

Several drinks in and two hundred dollars later, I was ready to get butt-naked, and roll around on satiny hotel sheets. But my brain went on pause the minute she asked, “You ever had your ass licked?”

I almost choked on my drink. “Oh, shit.” I coughed. “I can't believe you just asked me that. Is this some kind of trick question? If that's your roundabout way of asking if I'm gay, then the answer is hell no.”

She grinned, then licked her lips. “That's good to know. But as fine as you are, I wouldn't care if you were. I'd still give you some. But, no, I wasn't asking for that reason,” she assured me as she dragged her gaze up and down my body. “I wanna see how nasty I can get with you. Now answer the question. Have you ever had your ass licked?”

Although I could feel my dick stretching, my mouth went suddenly dry. I swallowed. “Nah. Never had that done.”

She licked them luscious lips again. “Can I lick it for you?”

I frowned. “Hell, no, you can't lick my ass. That's some homo shit. I told you I'm not gay.”

She laughed. “Silly man, there's nothing
homo
, as you say, about a man allowing a woman to please him in every way possible. But if you're not open-minded enough to let a woman explore you,
then you're not the one for me. I was wrong for approaching you.”

I watched as she slid off the barstool. She started to grab her drink, but I stopped her. “Hold up. Where you going?”

“To find me a man I can freak. I'm looking to get freaky tonight, baby. Not simply get fucked. I'm not like most women. I'm very open-minded about sex and about pleasing a man. And I like my men adventurous.”

Damn. She's bold.

She had my dick hard, harder than it'd ever been. And there was no way I was trying to pass up a night with her, one which seemed filled with the promise of good pussy and a night I'd always remember. There was no way I was letting the opportunity slip through my fingers.

I took another sip of my drink and relaxed a little.

“Nah. I'm all the man you need tonight.”

She eyed me. “You sure about that?”

I swallowed. “Yeah. I'm sure. You took me by surprise; that's all. I've never had a female ask me that before.”

“Well, like I said. I'm not your average woman. Pleasure is mutual, baby. And I take pleasure in pleasing a man. And turning him out.”

I grinned. “Oh word? Is that right?”

“Yes,” she purred. “I like it all, baby. Sucking dick. Licking balls. Swallowing. Licking ass. I do it all. And tonight, I wanna do you. You look like you have some nice, juicy ass.”

“Damn. Why me?”

“Why not you? You're fine as hell. And I wanna make you feel real good. That's if I haven't scared you.” She pursed her lips, tilting her head.

I laughed. “Scared? Who, me? Never that. I'm always up for a challenge.”

She slowly dragged her tongue over her lips. “I promise you. It'll be the best experience of your life.' ”

My dick twitched in my boxers. “Oh, damn. It's like that?”

Heat flashed in her eyes as she slowly nodded her head. “Oh, you have no idea, baby. Now let's go to your room so I can show you just how nasty I like it.”

Nothing else needed to be said. I paid my tab, then followed her to the bank of elevators. The minute we stepped inside and the doors shut, it was on. We started kissing and groping each other up. Between the gin and her eagerness to please, she had me horny as fuck. I pressed her back into the wall and shoved my tongue down in her throat, grinding my rock-hard dick into her. She spread her legs and allowed me to slide a hand up between her thighs. She wasn't wearing any panties. And her pussy was soaking wet.

Exactly the way I liked it.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “I could fuck you right here if I had a condom with me.”

She moaned against my lips. “Mmm. And I'd let you.” She reached for my dick. “I hope you know how to use this. I love it big, baby. And I like it all night.”

“Oh, I know how to use it,” I promised, toying with her clit. “Wait and see.”

The elevator doors opened, and we staggered out of it still pawing at each other. We couldn't get inside my hotel room fast enough.

The minute we stumbled inside, and the door slammed shut behind us, buttons flew open, shoes were kicked off, clothes were strewn about. Kissing, groping, bucking, our naked bodies finally made it to the bedroom.

I'd never eaten the pussy of a female I didn't know, but that night I had my face between her thighs. I ran the tip of my tongue over every inch of her thick lips, then up over her clit and teased around it. “Damn,” I murmured between her thighs. I moaned as I licked and sucked her. She was right. She was juicy. And her juices tasted sweet, like peppermint.

“Mmm, baby, yes, yes. Right there. Lick all over my pussy. Get all of Peaches' sweet juices. My turn, boo,” she said, breathlessly as she tried to move. “Let me suck that dick, then taste your ass.”

My dick jumped.

I kept licking her with broad wet strokes.

“Mmmm…please. Let me get some dick.”

I ignored her protests, sucking on her clit and pushing two fingers in as deeply as I could, then stirring them in and out of her until my fingertips swept over her. Her pussy juice splashed out of her, over my hand, on my lips, on my chin.

She was wetter than a river. Juicier than any peach I'd ever eaten.

A few more licks and then she was clasping her thighs around my head, squeezing the life out of me, bucking her pelvis up into me, fucking my mouth, my tongue, my fingers. And when she came, she shook and screamed as she came, squirting, soaking my face and the sheets.

I sputtered and gasped for breath. I'd almost choked on her orgasm, literally.

“Now, you're all mine.” She sat up in bed, her eyes glowing. “Get on your knees,” she ordered. “I wanna suck your dick from the back.”

Oh, shit. This bitch wasn't lying. She really is a freak.
I was liquored up. Drunk on recklessness, and my dick was harder than a steel pipe.

In the back of my mind, I knew the minute she asked if I'd ever had my ass licked that should have been my cue to spin off on her. But, after having a mouthful of her pussy, whatever inhibitions I might have had were now nonexistent. She had me open. And ready to freak. And get freaked.

Despite my nerves and apprehensions, I turned over, got up on my knees and hoisted my ass in the air. A shiver of excitement raced down my spine as I held my breath and waited for her to handle my dick with some unknown mouth tricks.

“I'ma turn you out,” she warned as she knelt in back of me. “When I'm finished with you, baby, I promise…you'll never be the same.” And with that, she reached between my legs and pulled my dick backward, licking the head, then licking up and down the back of my balls, before sucking the head of my dick into her mouth. She sucked me until I felt faint. I'd never gotten my dick sucked from the back. And the shit turned me on.

“Mmm. Nice big dick,” she groaned into my dick as her lips worked their magic on my cockhead. She cupped my balls. “Mmm, big juicy balls.” She licked up and down my shaft in long wet strokes, then blew on my balls before opening her mouth and slowly easing both of them into her wide mouth, soaking them at the same time with warm spit. Her juicy mouth was hot, her tongue extra wet. I'd never been sucked with such intensity the way she sucked me that night. It was the kind of head you only saw in porn—sloppy and wet and greedy, with lots of spit and a bunch of gagging and loud gurgling sounds.

“Oh, shit, yeah…aaah…fuckfuckfuck…oooh, yeah, suck that dick, baby…yeah, like that…aaah, shit!”

And, just when I thought things couldn't get any kinkier, she reached up, opened my ass cheeks, then…goddamn! Slid her tongue along my hair-lined crack, where it lingered. Her warm breath teased me. Then she inched its way to that sacred—“no entrance, exit only”—spot between my cheeks. She licked it, sensually. My toes curled.

“Aah, shit.”

I felt the air around me go thin. I couldn't believe it. I was letting her play in my ass with her tongue. Licking, lapping, laving, she trailed wet streaks up and down my crack, then she licked my asshole and gently tugged on my balls.

Propping up on my elbows, blinking hard, my heart beating fast, I held my breath. Felt my stomach quiver. Felt the throbbing in
my dick as it stretched. Felt the tightening of my balls as they filled with arousal. Felt the electric currents that shot through my veins as her luscious lips kissed my hole, as the tip of her tongue touched the rim, circling and licking and circling some more, then licking, licking, licking, and more licking until my body shook. She sucked on my asshole, blew into it, then drove her tongue inside.

“Oh, shiiiiit!”

My mind went blank.

Everything I thought, everything I believed, about an asshole…
mine,
in particular—being touched by someone, about it being something only gay men enjoyed; whatever insecurities or reservations I might have had prior to her lips, her tongue, touching me there—went up in flames the moment I felt my insides vibrate. And heat shoot through me.

Holy fuck!

The shit felt good, real good.

My body tensed.

Whack!

She slapped my ass.

Shocked, I blinked. Bucked my hips.

“Mmm. You have a beautiful, manly ass.” She pulled open my ass, again. Flicked her tongue over it again. “Mmm, it tastes so good. I love your man hole.”

There was something about having my ass on display for her that had me feeling strangely aroused. I glanced over my shoulder, to see what she was doing.

Whack!
Her hand went down on my ass, again; heat flaring over my skin.

“What the fuck…?”

“Relax, baby,” she cooed, smoothing her hand over the area she'd smacked. “Maybe I should blindfold you. Tie your hands behind your back.”

“Nah, you good,” I said, hoping like hell she didn't try to pull out a pair of shiny handcuffs. I definitely wasn't down with that. It was bad enough I had my six-two frame up on the bed on my knees, pushing my dick to the back of me for her to suck. The last thing I needed, wanted, was to have her cuffing me up, then leaving me there with my ass up.

How the hell would I have ever explained that?

She touched my ass again. This time softly.

I'd never experienced anything like that before. And the shit had me so turned on. Turned my dick into a faucet of pleasure, leaking streams of precum.

Peaches pressed her thumb against my asshole, and my heart jumped.

I flinched. “Oh, shit. Wait, wait. Hold up.”

“Relax, baby.” Her lips pressed into my back. “Let me in,” she whispered. She sprinkled kisses over my shoulders, then trailed her lips down my spine to my tailbone until she had me relaxed. A fingertip burrowed back into my crack, causing me to tense. “Let Peaches have this sweet, musky man ass.”