All was not lost, Part III

Saturday, April 4, 2009

The saga continues...

I'd barely recovered from my toe curling orgasm on Jim's face when he lifted me up and tossed me back on the bed. That's one thing that never fails to slay me. A guy that can toss me around like a rag doll is a huge turn on. Jim grinned down at me and my heart melted a little bit. He's got such a sweet boyish charm and is so enthusiastic in the bedroom. Christ, I really couldn't let myself feel anything with him...

He lowered himself on top of me and slid into my dripping wet pussy, burying himself to the hilt. I could feel his balls against my ass and I started squirming, trying to get him to move. He's such a tease! He started slowly sliding in and out, pausing every time he entered me, using his pubic bone to put pressure on my clit. I could feel another orgasm building and he was driving me nuts.

God, even drunk Jim knows how to make me cum over and over. I'm fully capable of multiple orgasms, under the right circumstances, but it doesn't happen with many guys. There were times with Jim I had so many I lost count. I grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me and he started thrusting faster and harder. I braced my foot against the wall and angled my hips just so, allowing him to go deeper. At this point I wasn't even saying words, it was just incoherent strings of 'ohgodohgodohgodohfuck' as he drove into me deeper, harder and faster. My eyes squeezed shut as I focused on the sensation of Jim's cock. 'open your eyes, beautiful. I want you to look at me when you cum'. I opened my eyes to see Jim gazing at me. He slowed down his thrusts and pulled back until the tip of his cock rested against the entrance to my pussy. Then slowly, deliberately he slid back in. I sighed and arched my back trying to pull him deeper. Instead, he repeated the process, easing out and rubbing the head against my swollen pussy, the whole time looking directly into my eyes. I was nearly insane with lust and the need to feel him inside me, all the way inside me. Sensing that I was close, he thrust himself deep inside me, effectively impaling me. I started shaking as my orgasm rolled over me, I reached up and pulled Jim down to me, moaning into his mouth. Barely able to breathe, never mind think clearly, or move properly, limbs like jelly, I was about ready to just collapse on the bed. Jim had other ideas... He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach... Jim knows me so well :)

He started fucking me from behind, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back to bite my neck. I arched my back further into him as fucked me harder. For a while there was no sound but our ragged breathing and the slapping sound as he thrust into me. He pulled my head back again and whispered in my ear 'god, you feel fucking amazing. I love fucking you. I love feeling your wet pussy on my cock'... phrases, words, sounds, all making me wetter than ever. Dirty talk always sounds so fucking ridiculous out of context, but god, in the moment, it sends me over the edge. Jim knows this. As he started fucking me harder and harder, reaching underneath me to play with my clit he whispered 'that's it, i want to feel you cum again. cum for me, i want to feel you cum... do it now!' His growly whisper and the domination inherent in the demand brought me to the edge again. I could feel him tensing up, his balls starting to tighten as he came close to cumming. The knowledge sent waves of pleasure through me, and I came just as he shuddered and collapsed on top of me.

He leaned down and brushed the hair off my neck, pressing a kiss just below my ear. 'god I've missed fucking you'.

'Me too'

He rolled off me and threw his arm around me, dragging him into his arms. He kissed the top of my head and promptly passed out :)

I was tired, but sleep was elusive. The sex had been amazing, as expected. But I worried about staying the night. This really needed to be a one time thing, and as much as I wanted to sink into sleep in Jim's arms, it was probably best to go home. Decided, I extricated myself from Jim's sweaty embrace and eased off the bed.

As Jim lay sprawled on the mattress, snoring, I gathered my things and crept out of his apartment. In the cold light of day (if 4 am counts as 'day'), I took in the details of his room that I'd been too drunk and horny to really pay attention to earlier. The lumpy mattress on the floor, covered with a flat sheet and a ratty old sleeping bag. The empty takeout containers, stacks of pizza boxes, old coffee cups with soggy cigarette butts floating in them, blankets hung up over the windows as curtains.

This is what I meant by Jim not really advancing past 18 or so. You'd never know it to look at him, but he's actually quite a bit older than me. And yet he lives like an overgrown frat boy. He regularly stays out drinking until 4 or 5 in the morning, and just sorta floats through life without any real plan. I'm not a snob, and I don't necessarily care if a man has money or a high powered career, but fuck I'd like to do it in a bed more than 6 inches off the floor with some proper sheets. The thing is, it isn't that Jim can't afford to buy an actual sheet set, or hang up those $2.99 vinyl blinds, he just prefers to keep living like a college kid. Hanging on to his youth maybe? He does always date much younger women. Hmm...

It's why as hot as things can be with Jim, they'd never have worked out, even if he hadn't nailed my roommate. All I want is a sweet guy, hot in the sack, witty and charming, with perhaps some real furniture. A chair maybe? A couch that came from a store and not a street corner? God, I'm so demanding :)

*sigh*

Jim is like that last drink you shouldn't have had at the bar - you know you're going to feel gross and slightly dirty, and possibly nauseous later, but at the time... it's so good.

Oh well. I needed to get laid, and I got laid. I just need to make sure I stay away from Jim in the future. The sex is too good. He quickly makes me forget beds with frames, normal bedtimes and proper nutrition. Before I know it, I'm happily staying up drinking until 4 am, lounging on his grubby mattress in my panties, eating cold pizza and calling in sick to work, only venturing out for condoms and late brunch. Bad news :)