She didn’t waste any time once the front door was closed. Her mouth covered mine, and her fingers dug at the hem of the black T-shirt I wore. She yanked it out of my jeans and stopped kissing me just long enough to pull it up and over my head before she was back on me again. As she kissed me, she quickly unbuttoned and dropped her own shirt to the floor, and I had to pause long enough to see the lacy white bra containing her smooth, round tits.
Damn, they were nice.
Really, really nice.
I almost wished she would leave her bra on. Being able to just see the tops of them was putting me into overdrive. It also meant my cock was getting really uncomfortable in my jeans. Running my fingers over her collarbones, I made sure to only softly brush her skin with the tips of my fingers as I glanced up to her face. Milena's eyes were darkened, which made the blue brilliant and the brown and orange spots seem to dance as she looked back at me.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” I told her softly. “You've probably had a hundred guys tell you that.”
She blushed, and her eyes darted away. Reaching out with my free hand, I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger so I could turn her back towards me.
“Every time I look at you, I can barely function,” I confessed. “I become a total moron around you.”
“You're cute,” she whispered.
I hoped that was a good thing.
She moved up on her toes and brought our mouths back together, so it must have been good. Her hands moved over my abs and up my chest, and her fingers brushed over my nipples. It made me shiver, and I reached down to grip her hips and pull her against me.
Her fingers trailed across my chest and down my abs, and my cock responded. Her eyes glanced up at me, and her tongue darted over her lips. She smiled and blinked at me a few times as she shifted around my body.
“Got something for me?” she asked with a sly smile before her hand dropped lower, and her fingers stroked me from balls to tip, causing me to shudder.
My breath quickened. My heart pounded in my chest, and my cock throbbed in time with my pulse. Something in the back of my head couldn’t believe any of this was even real. She was too perfect – too dream-like. I wanted her too much.
More than anyone – ever.
I slid my hand up the outside of her arm and over her shoulder. My fingers threaded through her hair as I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She tasted like the evening wind, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Bedroom?” I whispered against her mouth and then immediately wondered if we both had the same thing in mind. As I started to backpedal, she placed her hand over my lips.
“Bedroom,” she said with conviction.
I have no idea what it looked like. I don’t know the furniture that was there, the color of the walls or the curtains. I was fairly certain it had carpet, but I wouldn’t swear to it. The bed was huge though – that I remembered.
Milena pushed my jeans off my hips and let them drop. I helped her with the boxers and then knelt in front of her to pull her jeans down her legs.
Beautiful legs.
My hands caressed her thighs as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. I had to swallow hard as her breasts were revealed, and I was glad to already be on my knees. I probably would have dropped to them if I wasn’t already there.
My thumbs hooked in the edge of her panties, and I pulled them slowly down. As I looked up at her completely bare body, my heart and mind raced.
I’d never seen anyone more beautiful.
I stood slowly, picked her up, and laid her down in the center of the bed. I spent a moment looking over her form, smiled, and crawled over the top of her.
Then I realized something.
I was going to cockblock myself again.
No, no, no…I could get lucky, right?
“Shit.” I stopped moving and looked at her sheepishly. “Um…are you on the pill?”
Please say yes…please say yes…please say yes and then also be all right with me coming inside of you…please, please, please…
Milena rolled her eyes.
“Yes,” she said with a bit of snark. “I thought you were a man-whore. What man-whore doesn’t have a box of condoms on him at any given time?”
“One that can’t stop thinking about you,” I replied. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to see you there.”
She eyed me a little dubiously, and it made my chest hurt.
“I wouldn’t lie,” I whispered. “Not to you – not ever.”
Her sparkling eyes widened for a moment, and she reached out with her hand to brush her fingers across my cheek.
“You mean that, don’t you?”
“With my soul,” I told her. “With everything that means anything, I swear it.”
We kissed again with our naked bodies lined up on the bed next to each other. My hands explored her skin, and she gripped my shoulders and arms with her fingers. Eventually, I rolled over and covered her, my mouth leaving hers and moving slowly down her body.
I licked and sucked at her nipples as her fingers dug into my hair. My heart pounded along with my cock, but all I really wanted to do was make her feel fantastic. At least I knew exactly what needed to be done in that department.
Moving back up to her neck, I nestled against her ear.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” I swore to her, “that you’re going to not just scream my name, but forget yours.”
“Jesus, Nick…”
Dropping back down her shoulder and between her breasts, I began to trail kisses across her hipbones and flicked her skin with my tongue. I nuzzled against her navel, then moved lower and wrapped my arms around the underside of her thighs.
“Are you…?”
I raised an eyebrow at her as I dropped my head and tasted.
“Nick…” she moaned.
Humming against her warm lips, my tongue found her opening and slid inside, swirling around in her and then returning to circle her clit as her hips bucked against my hands. I held firmly, keeping her ass to the bed as my lips and tongue worked her over. I added my fingers, sliding inside of her and feeling how warm and wet she was. My cock throbbed, wanting and needing to be in her. It wasn’t long before she was panting and moaning, her legs and hips wrestling with me on the bed as I held her firmly in place and watched her.
Her eyes were closed and her head pressed back against the pillow, and she was incredibly beautiful. I’d always enjoyed watching a woman come, but this was more like some kid of religious experience. Her mouth was partially open, and though she didn’t actually scream or anything, her moan turned more high-pitched as her hips tilted upward, and she shuddered around my fingers in ecstasy.
I continued to run my tongue around her clit as she came down, just with a little less pressure. As her hips dropped back to the mattress, I kissed up the center of her body, stopping to run my tongue over a nipple as my fingers stroked her a few more times.
My hand retracted from her body and wrapped around my shaft to guide it inside of her. As soon as the head came into contact with the warmth, I had to pull back.
“What's wrong?” Milena asked in a hushed voice.
“Too good,” I said. “You feel so fucking good inside, I'm going to lose it.”
Placing my hand beside her on the bed, I thought about baseball and soccer and dead puppies until I was under control again. I wasn’t going to screw this up.
Taking my cock back in my hand, I looked to her to make sure she was still ready. She offered me a small nod, and I eased forward.
It was as cliché as Chicago and the mob, but being inside of her was like nothing I had ever felt before. Far beyond the physical feeling of being inside of a woman, my mind was literally quaking with the sensation. It was screaming at me – “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as I buried myself completely and then just held myself there.
Milena’s hands moved up my arms and past my neck to palm the sides of my face. She brought my hea
d to hers and kissed me as her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.
I moved slowly at first, allowing us both to adjust to the intensity of whatever it was that was happening between us. My hand traced up her side and around the front to her breast, and I gently rubbed her nipple with my thumb in time with my hips.
With her hand at the back of my neck, she brought my face back to hers and pressed our lips together. I made sure not to alter my movements as we kissed but kept up the slow and steady rhythm. My fingers moved back down to her stomach and reached between us to tease her clit.
I increased the pace as her tongue captured mine, and she raised her knees up to my sides to allow me to go deeper and faster. Her fingers gripped my arms, and she dropped onto her back to use the bed for more leverage. She met every one of my movements with her own.
Perfect rhythm.
“God…Nick…” Milena moaned as her hips rose from the bed and her feet twisted up with my calves. “Harder…just a little…”
Only too happy to comply with her wishes, I ground into her – deep, fast, and as hard as I could.
Milena cried out as she raised the top half of her body up to grab my shoulders and hold on for a moment. Then she dropped back to the mattress and reached down to grab my hips as she cried out again.
“You like that?” I growled in her ear, enjoying her reaction to the words. “You like it hard and fast?”
The only response was an incomprehensible, post-orgasmic grunt, which I took as positive as I continued to plough into her.
My thighs were shaking as my hips repeated their rhythmic thrusts. The buildup of pressure in my balls was strong, and my whole body tensed as my abs contracted. The rippling sensation began to spread out down my legs, up into my gut, and to my cock. There was no more ability left in me to hold out, and with a gasp and a loud grunt, I unloaded inside of her.
I froze, shuddered, and for the longest moment, just…felt her.
I couldn’t have described it if I tried.
With my eyes closed and my forehead pressed against her shoulder, I panted hot breath over her skin as I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.
It was like my brain had exploded along with my cock.
I had heard others talk about orgasms and sex and shit with someone you really care about being different – better, more intense. I'd never experienced it though and honestly thought it was total bullshit.
Until that moment.
I didn't just get off.
I didn't bust a nut.
It was truly unlike anything I had felt before.
My forehead pressed against Milena's shoulder, and my teeth ground together, though that didn't stop the cry from escaping my mouth.
There were tears in my eyes.
The muscles in my arms and legs gave out, and I collapsed on top of her.
I couldn't move, and whatever was going on in my head was too fast - too intense - for me to comprehend. I stayed in the exact same position with my cock still buried and my arms still wrapped tightly around her back and shoulders. My heart continued to race as I held myself deep inside of her and tried to make mental contact with any part of my body. My flesh seemed to be in some sort of post orgasmic shock, though, and kept insisting my legs were no longer attached to the rest of me.
My arms still worked, apparently, and they tensed a little as her weight transferred. While my arms tightened their hold, my hips also moved slightly to keep me from slipping out of her.
I wanted to stay.
She let out a soft moan, and just when I thought she was going to push herself away from me and out of the bed, her legs wrapped around my hips.
“Wow,” her breathless whisper came from below me. “Don't you dare move. Stay right where you are.”
I was all too happy to oblige. I even shifted my hips a bit to keep myself inside of her. It was where I wanted to be – maybe forever. I’d never stayed inside a girl like that. There was always the issue of the condom and not wanting it to leak or anything. This time, as stupid as part of my brain knew it was, I didn’t care. I still wasn’t interested in having any kids, but coming in her had been all too fantastic.
“That was really something,” Milena said.
“It was,” I agreed. Then some paranoid bit of me wondered what she really meant. “I mean…you mean something good, right?”
For some reason, it was really important to me that it was.
“Definitely,” she replied. “I don't... I don't think I can quite put it into words, except that I’m totally wiped out now.”
“You can sleep if you want,” I suggested. It was a strange thing to suggest, too. Though I’d had a few girls sleep over with me, or me with them, it wasn’t exactly a common occurrence, but something born out of necessity of some sort. There was no need here – I could have just gone back to the bar.
“You can,” I said, feeling uncharacteristically awkward. I had basically just given her permission to sleep in her own bed, which was kind of ridiculous. “I mean, you can just sleep right here if you want, obviously – it’s your bed. I just mean, I’m okay with it. If you wanted to go to sleep.”
Milena looked up at me and laughed.
“I feel like a guy! And you’re being all girly and awkward.”
“No one has ever said that with my cock inside them before,” I said as I raised an eyebrow.
She laughed again, and the motion pushed me right out of her, and I let out a frustrated sigh. Milena shrugged an apology, and I rolled off to lie next to her instead. My arms went around her immediately, and I pulled her to my chest.
“So, it’s okay if I stay, right?” I asked quietly.
“Yes, it is.”
“Good,” I replied with relief. “Then you just go ahead and fall asleep. I’ll keep watch out for angry family members and bedbugs or whatever.”
“That's good to know,” she said with a soft snicker. “I mean about the rolling over and going to sleep part. I’m really tired.”
I kept my eyes on hers and tried not to be too mesmerized by the kaleidoscope of colors found there. It didn’t really work, and I wondered how completely lame it was to be so fascinated by such a thing. Yes, they were unusual, and I liked unusual things, but there was a lot more to it as well.
I couldn’t put it into clear thoughts or words; I just wanted to be near her and look at her.
Ridiculous?
Maybe.
Milena moved her arm around me and rested her hand on my stomach. My arm went around her shoulders as I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I pondered the whole idea of an actual relationship, up to and including a mortgage. The pondering was bad enough – the fact that it all seemed to be kind of a cool idea to me was the most surprising bit.
Was this going to be the end of my man-whoring days?
I didn’t know, but as weird and uncharacteristic as it was, it didn’t matter to me. I wanted to know I’d be seeing her again and preferably again after that. The idea of being a one-woman guy was not only attractive, but just downright necessary. I needed her.
“I’m not sharing you,” Milena mumbled as her head tucked against my shoulder. “Just so we’re clear.”
“Crystal,” I replied. I pulled her a little closer against me and couldn’t even fathom anything else at the moment. More cliché, of course, but she just clicked inside of me. I knew it was right, and I knew there was never going to be anything else like the time I spent with her.
Milena’s breathing became slow and steady, and I felt her weight against me increase slightly as she relaxed into sleep.
Thoughts and memories of every other woman I had ever encountered – every single cliché notch on the bedpost – faded from my mind. My lips pressed against the spot right below Milena’s ear, and she sighed as she rolled against my body. Her arm flopped a little to the side, and her hand smacked against my balls.
Hard.
My teeth ground together, my face scrunched up, and my whole body
tensed and lifted from the mattress a little as a shockwave moved through my system. It was like a white-hot light starting in the pit of my stomach and radiating outwards as nausea and dizziness overwhelmed me. For a moment, I thought I might actually get sick.
I did my best to not actually scream out loud but had to bite my lip pretty hard not to. My balls throbbed, my legs ached, and I had my eyes squeezed shut so tightly, I saw blue spots all over the insides of the lids. It could have been seconds or minutes as I lay there immobilized and tried to push the pain away.
As I slowly regained some sense, I opened my eyes to see Milena motionless beside me.
I looked more closely at the beautiful woman whose bed I shared. It had taken everything I had inside me not to scream. There was no way she could have missed what just happened, right?
Wrong.
Milena was sound asleep and completely oblivious to what she had done.
As the agony slowly – much, much too slowly – began to subside, I managed to release my lip from my teeth and collapse back against the mattress. Once I could breathe again, my body went through one final shudder, and Milena let out a sleepy sigh as she snuggled against my chest – the ultimate cockblock going completely unnoticed.
I had to stop myself from laughing out loud when I thought about it. The idea of having anyone try to screw up my chances with a lady had always been so abhorrent; I had devised a thousand ways to keep it from happening. Of all the people who knew this and had tried to interfere with my ways in the past, no one had ever been successful until I had managed to screw up my first encounter with Milena all on my own. Somehow, that had worked out for the very best, and now here she was, and the idea of being the ultimate ladies’ man didn’t matter anymore.
No doubt – I had decided being cockblocked wasn’t that bad after all.
As long as I was with her.
The End
Gratitude
Thank you for reading Uncockblockable! I hope you enjoyed this little story. A portion of the profits from this book will go to the Wolfe family to help with Brian’s medical expenses as he undergoes treatment. By purchasing this book, you’re directly helping Brian and his family, but please consider an additional donation of any amount – it all helps!