Hot, Wild and Sexy (18+ erotica)

They say climax to lovemaking is like dying a little. In the space of one night, I could specifically say that I died a thousand deaths.

We met at a charity event for the homeless and while the master of ceremonies kept going on in his drone-like voice about how bad people were suffering and our "help" was much needed, my long shapely legs that could put any professional model to shame found their way to the open bar. I had already done my bit by donating several thousands of dollars on behalf of my family and though I would rather be in my bed after the long day I had had, I had to spend a few more minutes at the ball.

"Double scotch on the rocks please" I said to the bartender. I was not fully aware of my surroundings so it explained how I missed the Greek Adonis and a couple of his friends sitting at the bar but my order was enough to have him insinuate that I was a drunk as most women went for drinks more subtle and feminine. I bristled at this, turned in his direction and replied in a very sarcastic and taut voice saying "Don't let my long legs and sexy body fool you into thinking I cannot handle my drinks". I took a sip of my drink which had just been placed in front of me and added “I’m more manly than you can ever be”. He was quite shocked that I heard his reprieve and I proceeded to shoot daggers at him with my eyes. If looks could kill, he would have been six feet under a freshly turned soil. That was the beginning of our banter.

He left his group of friends and came to sit on the bar stool next to me. “No offence meant, my lady” he started with. “Apparently, chivalry isn’t dead” I retorted in a bored, monotonous and sarcastic voice while staring into his handsome face. "Gerald Haddings CEO of Haddings Resorts". He stretched forth his hand in a way that suggested that I should deem it as a privilege to shake him but I scoffed instead, downed my entire drink in one gulp and said "I don't play nice with the enemy. Victoria Wellington CEO of Wellington Hotels and Resorts, also known as your competition".

He did a double take clearly not expecting that and said with a smug expression "If I knew my competition was this sexy, I would have quit the game a long time ago". I could see the challenge and lust in his eyes. He found me super attractive, wanted me and the idea of sleeping with the rival was tantalising to him. Normally, I would have stood up and left but I had not had sex in a long while. I was interested in having a bite of him as a guilty pleasure so I gave him my most charming smile and replied "Do you want to take this party somewhere private?". As expected he responded in affirmative, said something to his friends and soon we found ourselves in one of the closets that was not in use.

As soon as the door closed, our mouths fastened to each other. His mouth looked hard under the glare of the bar light but against mine,it was soft and tasted of mint. At first, he was rough and exploring, as if he was trying to discover the secrets of my mouth but my tongue fought a brave battle, clashing with his and like a lit matchstick thrown into a gasoline tank, the fire began to burn. He splayed his hands on my body and rubbed, exploring my body callously while my fingers trailed his own body delicately. I had no recollection of removing his jacket nor ripping off his shirt while the buttons found new locations on the floor but I remember the vivid feeling of his erection pressed against my belly. He was hot, heavy and huge just the way I liked my packages.

My backless designer dress granted him easy access to my back which was one of my sensitive spots and I was soon moaning as he explored my neck with his mouth. He undid the tiny buttons that accompanied my dress like one who had had much practice and I was left in only my backless bra, lace thongs and platform heels. I was the perfect picture of every teenage boy's wildest sexual fantasy and under his scorching gaze, I felt sexy. His roving look of appreciation caused a smile to form on my face but it was short lived.

He gave a growl of approval at the way I looked and proceeded to push me against a shelf in the closet, lift me up and support me with one of his hands. I wrapped my legs around him and my underwear joined my beautiful dress in a heap on the floor. I completely was naked except from the skyscrapers adorning my feet. He kissed, sucked and bit my earlobes down to my shoulder before proceeding to take my hardened nipple in his hot, wet mouth. I moaned loudly feeling his heat against me and also mine gathering in my core. The tip of his tongue kept circling my nipple with the occasional flick and as every second passed, I grew more impatient. I rubbed myself against his growing member and I was rewarded with him biting my nipple. I loved the sensation and told him that much. This made me get a couple more bites which were accompanied by sexy whimpers from me.

I moved to unbuckle him and I then brought out his prized possession. It was truly a sight to behold. It stood proud with its massive network of veins that seemed like they were throbbing and wanted a release. I was scared that something so huge was going on a visit inside me but at the same time, I was excited at the new experience I was going to get. He took his free hand down to my core while exchanging one nipple for another and I buckled as he deftly slipped his fingers into me. I was wet, wild, horny and definitely not interested in waiting anymore. I begged and pleaded and he pretended not to hear me until it felt like I was coming apart at the seams. He then looked into my eyes and told me in a very low, husky and passion ridden voice "I will not go slow. I know you're tight and will experience a little discomfort but I will not go easy on you". I kissed him as an affirmative response to his statement and then, he slammed into me.

I gave a muffled cry as I felt my muscles stretch forcibly and he covered my mouth with his so as not to alert other guests as to what was going on. He kept slamming into me and I was enjoying the painful onslaught. It could only be described perfectly as bittersweet. I wrapped my legs tighter around him and he took this as a sign to go faster, harder and gyrate his waist with each thrust. Soon I felt my climax building and somewhere in the haze of my passion, I must have let him know this fact because he increased his speed and the shelf against which my back was resting rattled dangerously. I met him thrust for thrust and I was sure the people in the next room were praying for us not break the wall. So much for not trying to alert them.

As expected, I came with so much force I didn't know I contained and it felt the entire universe was crashing alongside me. He pumped into me a few times while I was still riding the waves of my passion and then shot his load into me. When we got down from our individual highs and learnt how to breathe again, we looked into each other's eyes and burst into fits of laughter. We quickly got dressed while still looking at each other with appreciation. I walked to the door then said "Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr Haddings. You take care and I hope to see you around". I left the closet thinking how fun competing was while catching a glimpse of his full grin.