Bullseye

A short story written for and inspired by Dominant Bull @38Jamie

He had been waiting for this moment since she first followed him over two years ago. There had been much banter and flirting online, leading to conversations in private messaging that led to typing dirty, sexy snippets in the hope of driving the other to orgasm — something that was achieved more often than not. Now finally, they were going to meet in person.

Video chats had assured that neither was catfishing the other, but as the man sat nursing his pint in the busy pub, he couldn’t help fearing that she wouldn’t come and he would be left with a hotel room to enjoy alone. Just as he stamped on the temptation to look at his phone for the umpteenth time, he spotted her scanning the bar for him. She was a little curvier than the carefully selected camera angles of the pics she posted on her timeline (not that he found that unattractive — quite the opposite, in fact), but it was unmistakeably her.

He raised his hand in greeting as she looked his way and her face broke into a wide smile. Had she also been having doubts that he would be there? She approached his table with her vodka and tonic and they exchanged air kisses before she sat next to him on the bench.

She was nervous about actually meeting him in person. One never does quite know if the chemistry will be the same face-to-face, but very soon they were laughing and at ease in each other’s company. His hand found its way to her leg and she found herself leaning ever closer to him and breathing his scent in.

“Shall we get out of here?” He asked as they finished their second drink.

“Absolutely!” She replied with enthusiasm as she stood and gathered her coat and bag.

The walk to the hotel was brief — a Premier Inn had been selected for price, location and the convenience of having a pub attached, yet separate from the hotel itself.

As they walked, the air between them fizzed with nervous excitement. They had yet to exchange more than air kisses and chaste touches, but the lust and desire was palpable. But once in the privacy of the hotel room, they held back. Both were a little nervous. Not of each other, but of the desire that had been building over so many months.

At length, he took a step towards her, his height meaning that he had to lift her chin to look into her eyes as he lowered his mouth to hers. What started out as a gentle brush of lips, escalated quickly to heated, deep kisses with bodies pressed against each other.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless with need. A firm hand on her shoulder was all it took for her to sink to her knees while he made short work of his belt and fly to be able to push his jeans down and allow his hard cock to spring free. He knew of her oral fixation and also her submissive tendencies as well as she knew that he is given more to the dominant.

Faced with a part of him she had long lusted after through pixels, she found herself salivating. She licked her lips, looking up at him and then flicked her tongue across the purple tip of his cock, relishing the gasp and how his hands came to rest in her long hair. She kept her eyes on his as her mouth engulfed him, right up until the moment his head fell back and he uttered a long, low “fuuuuuck!”

She worked his thick and veiny cock for a few minutes before he dragged her back to her feet, panting and fighting for control over his body. He wanted nothing more than to plunder her selfishly and seek the culmination of the pleasure she had so expertly stoked. But he knew self-control would bring its own reward.

With his jeans still halfway down his thighs and his cock glistening with her saliva, he backed his date against the wall and pinned her with his gaze as he trailed his hands slowly up her legs, dragging the material of her dress with him. He felt the shapely thighs with his fingers, smiling as he reached the top of her stockings and snapped her suspender strap, making her gasp at the unexpected sting against her exposed skin.

His hands ventured higher, over the brief expanse of bare skin until he encountered the lace of her knickers. One hand moved to cover her mons while his fingers pressed against the damp gusset covering her pussy. She could not help but moan quietly as he applied indirect pressure to her swollen clit. He shuffled forward again now, so that his body was resting against hers and his cock was engulfed in the bunched fabric of her dress.

His fingers pressed harder against her sex and began to rub the cotton and lace. She moaned a little louder, full of breathy anticipation and need. Her lip disappeared between her teeth and her hips moved of their own volition as he used the friction of her panties to get her off.

Her first orgasm was a slow-builder and her body made them both work for it, but when it hit and she leant heavily against the wall panting, he knew it was merely an appetizer of what else he has planned for their night together. For now, however, he was tired of denying his own need and none too gently, turned her to face the wall.

He tore her panties down far enough to reveal her to him pushed deep into her with a single, hard thrust that made them both grunt. He stayed buried deep inside her for a moment as he took her smaller hands in his and placed them on the wall, then covered them with his own. When he moved, it was with circular grinding motions of his hips and flexing of his pelvic muscles that made his cock dance inside her while his balls remained nestled against her warm skin. She flexed her own pelvic muscles in response and shuddered at the pleasure such simple movements caused inside her.

But it was not enough for either of them. A gasped “please” was all the encouragement he needed to begin stroking in and out of her tight, wet heat in earnest. The tension in the bar, the months of anticipation and the brief foreplay had all led to this moment. The moment when neither of them cared about drawing the coupling out, they simply needed to feel the other reach the pinnacle of sexual pleasure with them.

He took her hard and fast, pistoning his hips relentlessly, seemingly intent on a selfish end. Yet, he reached down the front of her body and located her throbbing clit as her moans and pants became louder. He knew he was teetering on the precipice and was determined that they should fly and fall together.

When she began a mantra of alternating between calling upon deities and cursing and begging him for more, he knew he could begin to let go. He wrapped his free arm about her waist and rested his head on her shoulder as he let his orgasmic need take control of his actions. He fucked her without finesse or control as she finally gave a guttural cry and he felt her shaking and spasming in his arms and around his cock. That was the final stimulus his balls needed to tighten and shoot their contents deep inside his lover, wrenching a deep groan from him as the white-hot pleasure coursed through his cock and up his spine.

They stood there motionless, save for the muscle spasms of climax, resting heavily against the wall. Even as he slipped from inside her and his seed began to leak and stain the tops of her stockings, they remained as they are — almost fully clothed and oblivious to all except the embrace of the other person.

The practicalities of engaging motor functions to disengage and properly disrobe were concerns for another time that could possibly be lifetimes rather than moments away.