The night he ruined me for any other guy

The rain came out of nowhere that night.

I was at a tiny beach bar on the coast, the kind with string lights and sand on the floor and I was sipping a cold margarita alone after a long week. I wasn’t looking for anything. I was just enjoying the warm air and the sound of waves when he walked in.

Alex.

He was tall, broad-shouldered and had messy dark hair that was still damp from the sudden downpour. He was wearing a white linen shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the line of his chest. Our eyes locked the second he stepped inside. No awkward small talk, no games. He smiled like he already knew me and slid onto the stool beside mine.

“You look like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be,” he said, voice low and warm.

I laughed, but my stomach flipped. “And you look like trouble.”

He grinned. “Only the good kind.”

We talked for twenty minutes but to be honest with him it felt like twenty seconds. Why was I falling so fast? The chemistry was stupid…electric, instant, a kind that makes your skin buzz.

When the rain turned into a full storm, he leaned in close, lips brushing my ear.

“My place is two minutes down the beach. Dry clothes, better music and a bed that’s way more comfortable than this barstool. Come with me.”

I felt massive butterflies and also a little pulsating in my panties…so of course I didn’t even hesitate.

We ran through the rain laughing like idiots and he had his hand tight around mine. The second the door of his little beach rental slammed shut behind us, the laughing stopped.

He pushed me against the wall, our wet clothes sticking to our skin and kissed me like he’d been starving for it. Deep and hungry tongues sliding, teeth grazing. My hands were already under his shirt to finally feel the hard muscle of his back which I‘ve been eyeing from second 1. He groaned into my mouth when I dragged my nails down his skin.

“Fuck, Emmy,” he breathed, “I’ve wanted to touch you since the second I saw you.”

How did he know exactly what I was thinking?

He peeled my soaked dress off in one rough motion, my bra was gone a second later. His warm mouth was on my tits instantly. Sucking, biting, licking like he couldn’t get enough. I moaned loud, arching into him and my fingers tangled in his wet hair.

He dropped to his knees with a passion I‘ve never felt from any guy and yanked my panties down before burying his face between my legs without a warning. FUCK. What am I doing here? I didn’t have the chance to think because the next second his tongue went relentless on and inside of me. He teased my pussy around first before giving me what I desired. I was shaking already and his hands were tight on my hips to lead them into his licks. Long, slow licks turning into fast circles on my clit then sucking hard while two of his thick fingers pushed inside me.

My hips were buckling against his mouth and I almost couldn’t hold myself on my legs. I was moaning loud, feeling every sensation from his mouth on my pussy. He was groaning sometimes which vibrated so good on me that I came closer and closer. But he edged me. Everytime he felt my pussy throb a little too hard he stopped. „We wanna make it the best orgasm ever baby“ he whispered and kept fingering me with 1 finger to slow down a bit. I was begging with my eyes to finally make me cum.

After 5!!!! times edging me he kept his tongue flat in the perfect pace and I just squirted all over him. Screaming his name and grabbing his hair like it was my last chance to stay on my legs. He was laughing low and kneeled with his mouth wide open underneath me to catch every single drop of my juices.

Then he stood up with his face flooded and kissed my sweaty forehead. “Bed. Now.”

He carried me there like I weighed nothing, threw me on the mattress and stripped. He was a god for sure. Very slowly he pulled his shirt over his head with a look that tells you he knows how fucking amazing he looks. Then his pants came down. His cock was thick, long and rock hard, curving slightly upward. I didn’t even think before I crawled to him, took him in my mouth. I caressed his tip with my tongue, tasting his precum and then sucked him deep, gagging myself on purpose because I wanted to feel every inch. He groaned and his hips were twitching. His hand grabbed gentle but firm in my hair.

“Jesus Christ, your mouth…”

I sucked him until he was panting. My hand leading my mouth up and down, slowly stroking him. The other hand rested on his balls, dripping wet from my spit and sometimes lightly squeezing them to make him squirm in lust.

He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs wide and teased my entrance with his leaking cock. „Please fuck me Alex“ I begged from underneath him. No mercy he kept just sliding it on my clit, back and forth until I was squirming and turning underneath him. My clit was so sensitive after cumming before. Out of nowhere he slammed inside me in one thrust. That was the moment we craved so much. We both cried out. He was so deep, so thick and stretching me perfectly. He fucked me hard and fast, the headboard slamming against the wall and to make it even more perfect the rain pounding on the windows outside.

“Harder,” I begged. “Don’t hold back.”

And lord, he didn’t. He pounded me in different paces, listening closely to my moans. A little slower, then a little faster. His hands digging into my legs to hold them apart and my tits were bouncing back and forth. His eyes never left mine. He looked at me with that deep, lustful stare. Like he wanted to take a glance into my soul.

Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up and took me from behind. Doggy style, deep and rough, one hand fisted in my hair, the other slapping my ass. I was moaning like a whore, pushing back against him, completely lost in how good he felt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled. “This pussy was made for me.”

He pulled out again, lay on his back and dragged me on top. I sank down on his cock in reverse cowgirl, riding him slow and deep at first, then faster, grinding my clit against him. He reached around and rubbed my clit while I rode, whispering filthy things in my ear. His other hand was holding my right boob. He didn’t stop and also didn’t think about cumming until I came a second time, even though I felt him throbbing inside leg growing taller and taller with every thrust. I was soaking his cock and the sheets.

We weren’t done of course.

He sat up, still inside me, wrapped my legs around his waist and fucked me like that. The hottest face to face, tongues tangled and my tits pressed against his chest. I could feel every inch of him, every heartbeat. We were both sweating, breathing hard, completely obsessed with each other.

“Again,” he demanded. “Cum on my cock again.”

Never in my life did someone care so much for me before cumming himself.

I obeyed and came so hard my vision went blurry, my pussy clenching around him until he finally lost it because of my pulsating. He groaned my name like a prayer and filled me deep, pulse after pulse until we were both shaking and spent.

We collapsed together but still kissing slow and lazy while the rain kept falling outside.

Then, after a few minutes of catching our breath, he smiled against my lips.

“Round two?”

I laughed breathlessly and pushed him onto his back.

This time I rode him slow and filthy, grinding in circles, making him watch my tits bounce while I played with my own clit. He sat up halfway through, sucked on my nipples and fucked up into me.

We fucked four more times that night.

Missionary with my legs over his shoulders. Standing up against the wall. Me bent over the balcony railing while the storm raged outside. On our sides, slow and deep, his hand between my legs rubbing my clit while he kissed my neck and told me how perfect I felt.

By the time the sun came up we were exhausted, sticky, covered in each other and still touching like we couldn’t stop. He fell asleep with his face between my tits and his hand possessively on my ass.

I lay there awake for a while and my heart still racing, body sore in the best possible way, already wondering how soon we could do it all over again.

Because that night with Alex wasn’t just sex.

It was the kind of night that ruins you for anyone else.