James’ house was small and neat. There was a little garden area fenced off the side. Walking inside felt like walking into a home. A cushy couch sat in the living room. A framed picture of James with a group of friends was on the bookshelf in the entryway. Dishes sat in the drying rack waiting to be put away. It was a comfortable place based on the quick impression that Cora was able to get before James had her pushed up against a wall.

His hand slid from her waist, down to her thigh, then gripped her behind the knee so he could hike her leg up around him. Cora shifted some. It was good! She loved being pushed around, but when she was still tucked it could get uncomfortable.

James pulled back from where he was leaning down to kiss her. “Got something you need to take care of?” Delicate phrasing that Cora appreciated. “Bathroom’s down the hall.” He backed off. Cora hurried to get things done and returned to him still leaning against the wall.

James’ eyes traced down her body again. They were just as interested as when they were in the bar. His eyes stopped on bulge now visible in the tight dress and James’ licked his lips. Cora shivered under his hungry gaze. He held out a hand to her and she let herself be pulled back into his strong embrace.

This time he gripped both of her thighs and lifted her easily into his arms. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Her dress was above her hips, showing off her black lacy underwear. James’ hands played at the hem of them as he grinned at her. “Good?” he asked.

“Yes. Kiss me.”

His grin grew and leaned in. The kiss was everything Cora had thought it would be when she first saw him in the bar. The rasp of his stubble, the light sting as he bit her lip, the way his fingers snuck beneath the lace of her panties.

Her breath hitched as his fingers caressed the hidden skin. Her cock was full and pushing at the tight confines, but she was in no hurry to be put down. She loved being manhandled and wanted James to hold her for as long as he could.

His hands tightened on her asscheeks and Cora groaned. She tried squirming, looking for some friction on her cock and he obliged. He pushed her harder into the wall and let her drop just enough so her hard cock was right up against where his was straining in his jeans.

“James!” she gasped out. His hips thrust forward. The rough denim snagged on the lace, but that was the last thing on Cora’s mind. She buried her face in his throat where the citrus scent was strongest and let him set a rough rhythm as he forced them together against the wall.

“What do you want to do tonight, baby? Want to suck my cock?”

A thrill shot through her at the thought of being on her knees for him. Of her dress disheveled with her cock confined in the lacy panties. She imagined him ruining her make up as he came on her face and that thought alone was enough to push her right to the edge of orgasm. She shoved at his shoulder. “Yeah, let me.”

James let her down carefully and she instantly sunk to her knees. Her dress was still rucked up around her waist and she shifted so James would be able to see her hard cock in her panties.

The zipper’s sound was lost to their heavy breaths as Cora unzipped James’ pants and pulled out his cock. She blew out a slow breath at the sight. It was thick and curved up towards his stomach and just begged to have her mouth on it.

Cora stroked him carefully. She listened to the hitches in his breath as her hand swirled around the tip and grinned when his hips thrust forward as she stroked down his shaft.

“Don’t tease, baby.” He thrust forward against her lips. “I want to see your pretty lips on my cock.”

Another thrill shot through her and her cock twitched in it’s confines. She kissed the head and let it rub against her lips before taking it into her mouth. James groaned above her as she tested the weight of his cock on her tongue. She didn’t have much practice sucking cock, but James’ didn’t seem to mind. He let out appreciative sounds and controlled his thrusts so he never forced himself in too deep.

“So good, sweetheart,” James muttered. She leaned into the hand threading itself through her hairs and moaned around his cock when he tugged gently. His cock twitched in her mouth and he tugged again. She moaned and sped up. The heady scent of him, his cock in her mouth, his hand tugging on her hair… She loved it. Her heart pounded in her chest as his thrusts grew more rough. His tugging stayed just on the right side of painful. Her cock was leaking into the lace and she couldn’t resist anymore.

Cora reached down to free herself. The elastic moved out of the way easily and her breath hitched as she gently stroked herself. Her head was floating as she gave in to the rhythm that James was thrusting at. He groaned above her again and she had to clench her hand around the base of her cock to prevent her from finishing on the spot.

“Where do you want me to come?” Fuck, the sound of James’ voice, out of breath and raspy pushed her closer to the edge, but she didn’t want to come until she felt his hot jizz on her face.

“My face,” he pulled out long enough for her to say before stuffing his cock back in her mouth.

She groaned as his thrusts had his cock sliding down the back of her throat until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She swallowed around his cock and the way he twitched in response had her doing it again.

“I want to ruin that pretty make-up, baby.”

She shivered under his voice and stilled her hand.

“Don’t stop. Stroke yourself for me. Get off on how attractive I find you. I want you to finish with my cock in your throat.”

The hot curl of desire coiled tight in her belly as his words washed over her. She whined around the thick cock preventing her from talking.

“Fuck, sweetheart, careful or I’ll be coming down your throat.”

At the warning, she lost it. The mental image of him holding her in place and coming down her throat was all it took. She gasped around the cock in her throat as she painted white stripes across the hardwood flooring.

“Fuck.” James pulled his cock out of her mouth and hot splashes of his come landed on her face. She shivered in the after rush of endorphins and without a word, James leant down and picked her up. He carried her to the bathroom and set her on the edge of the sink before carefully wiping her face clean. “That was so good, sweetheart,” he muttered once she was clean. He pressed gentle kisses down her neck and the pinpricks of his beard sent goosebumps down her arms and her back.

Cora had set out with the intention of getting laid, and she managed it! She hadn’t set out with the mindset of finding someone she would want to do it with again. A one night stand. One and done. Just dipping her toes into finally presenting as this side of herself in the dating world. Now, with James still giving her kisses and smiling that soft smile… she wants more than one orgasm.

Fuck.

“Stay the night?”

“And have to do the walk of shame tomorrow?” Her car was parked at the bar.

James laughed against her neck. “I’ll drive you. It can be the drive of shame.” His teeth scraped along the pulse point in her neck. “And this time I want to make you come with my mouth.”

A thrill raced down her back at the idea of seeing James lavish all of his attention on her cock, but she couldn’t. Staying the night at a random guys place, wanting more… She wasn’t ready for that yet. “I think I need to raincheck.”

She could feel James smile against her neck, then he pulled back. “Let me walk you back to your car at least?”