The night didn't end with you hopping in that cab. It didn't end with you leaving me standing on that corner, where the wind was cutting through everything but me because you had me so turned on I could have been naked in the snow and the snow would have melted. The night didn't end because I wasn't imagining that the soul-searing kiss I saw you give her wasn’t just for your pleasure, but also meant to entice me as well.
You changed your mind in the cab ride home after a short block deciding you still wanted to play. You had the cabbie turn around and catch me on the corner. It was easy, you knew where I was going, and I wasn't in any rush to get there. Not to mention, I was still in a daze from seeing you drop to your knees to entice her. I could still see you tenderly licking her thighs. I didn't watch you for long. That treasure was yours to enjoy, and I didn't want to intrude much. But I did see the pleasure in her eyes, I knew when your tongue had found that special spot. Her eyes sliding shut told me that what you were doing was not only practiced but also pleasurable for you both. I did see you gaze up at her from your knees. It appeared you weren’t so much seek approval, but letting her see the gleam in your eyes.
The cab caught up with me and you rolled down the window as I was crossing the street. Knowing I would jump at the chance to explore your body, you were intentionally vague and teasing when you called out "Hey, Jeff". I wasn't paying attention. It was not only because there seemed to be more cabs than there are people in Manhattan, but because my name isn’t Jeff. It was our little joke. You let your voice hang in the air, confident that I would realize that you were speaking to me indirectly. You were right of course. Men were no mystery to you. Although I was still intoxicated from watching you let her examine your panties, while you were still wearing them, and I could still see her finger searching for the crotch I was able to feel your presence. I turned to see you opening the cab door and motioning for me to get in.
The ride went wordlessly, mostly because I was kissing you. Your beauty, your scent, and your sensuality had my mind reeling. I leaned in to kiss you, cupping your face and gazing longingly into your eyes. Someone like me is normally too romantic for you, but you had a sweet tooth tonight. I closed my eyes and tentatively snaked out my tongue to taste your lips. Tracing their delicate cupids bow curves before diving into your mouth. The entire evening became a blur in that moment. I'm not sure at what point my hands strayed from your face, but they managed to find their way first to your breasts, then further south between your thighs. Your hands were no less curious as they explored the back of my neck under my too long hair. Shortly after gliding down my back, they were firmly grasping my ass. Squeezing it deliberately, the way you would if you were gauging the ripeness of a melon. The cab ride was over before either of us realized.
The transition between the cab and your bed seemed instantaneous. After we stripped each other, I told you I wanted to give you a massage. You dug into a nearby drawer, which happened to contain several containers of scented oils and handed me one before lying down on your stomach before me. I poured the oil into my palms, warming it in my hands before rubbing it into your silken skin. A low moan escaped your lips as I untied the knots and released the kinks in your muscles. I concentrated mostly on your back, neck, and shoulders, but occasionally wandered through the valley of your buttocks. You were alive under my touch, and at the same time drifting away.
My fingers danced down your spine, across the peaks and valleys of your back. Traveling past the globes of your ass, they headed south to your thighs. I placed my thumbs on the pressure points just below your butt, allowing my forefingers to graze your sex. I was eager to excite you as I relaxed your leg muscles. As relaxed as you were though, you were becoming restless. Your mind focused on the real reason you wanted to get me back to your place. This was nice, but you didn't want nice any more.
Slowly you rolled over under me. You pulled me in for a kiss before telling me to lie down. We changed positions, as I lay down under you my erection straining to touch the ceiling you reminded me what you had in mind. A wicked grin formed on your lips as you told me to roll over. You grabbed my cock playfully as I rolled over hiding it from view and presenting you with my ass. You picked up the oil and drizzled it from some height down my back, and into my crack. You pressed down on me, working the oil into my skin in a way that made me think you were intentionally making my cock grind into your bed. As your fingers worked the oil into the crack of my ass, you had me almost involuntarily humping your sheets. I was moaning quite loud, and you were enjoying the anticipation you were building in my body.
I was chewing on your pillows when you stopped touching me. Afraid to look up as I heard you open a drawer. I knew what you were getting. I was quivering with anticipation yet I dared not move. I knew you were lubing it up and putting it on. I was unconsciously arching my back upwards searching for what I knew was to come. Whimpering pitifully as the sheets grazed my cock, every nerve heightened and threatening to make me cum uncontrollably.