One Chance

Celina was nervous, excited sure, but so nervous. She’d been talking to Zayne for a couple weeks and it always flowed so naturally. Topics flitted back and forth between daily life and filth, and yet she’d been spared the dreaded dick pic. There was something different about him, and it wasn’t just that he was so much younger than her. She was intrigued to find out what it really was… But there’s a difference between chatting and finally meeting someone in person. 

Tomorrow was a holiday but she just did not want to wait anymore. She had to know why she was so into him. She quickly finished her prep work while texting him and they agreed on a place to meet. Coffee. At 9pm. That had to be some kind of euphemism, right? He couldn’t have seriously suggested they get coffee that late. What does one even wear to a coffee date? Or a first date? She hadn’t done this in ages. Maybe that’s why she was so nervous. 

Deciding on a flattering pair of jeans, heels, and a shirt with the shoulders cut out she felt a little better. Not knowing whether or not anything was going to happen beyond coffee she chose the strappy bra and thong set. Go big or stay home, that was the phrase right? Something like that anyway.

They’d agreed on a place, and a rough time understanding that sometimes traffic happens. Celina got in her car and drove to the cafe, while her mind continued to wander. What was she doing? He was so young, so opposite her in so many ways… but god he was gorgeous and charming and she hadn’t gotten her mind off of him in at least a week. It’s just a date, nothing had to come from it. It’s in public so she could leave. She earned this with everything she’d been through, she should allow herself this little bit of fun. 

She was going to go through with this. Driving around in circles looking for a parking space she resolved herself. It’s just a date, it’s not a ring or forever. Getting out of her car she texted him letting him know she’d parked and was walking up. He was still in his car waiting, so when she turned the corner she saw him there. Her breath stopped as her nerves almost overwhelmed her, but she maintained the cool collected look on the outside. 

Zayne. Fuck yes. He was just as hot in person, and he looked so comfortable in his own skin. It was freezing out but he took his time to cross the street, clearly taking in the view. Straight brim black hat, black jacket, black jeans, and covered in piercings. Was there a perfect aesthetic? Yes, and he was it. All of it. Taking the chance to do a full head to toe once over her nerves morphed into something completely different.

“Well if I’d have known you were getting all fancy…” Zayne said as he approached Celina with a hug.

“Oh, well it was these or sneakers and somehow I didn’t think sneakers went with the look,” Celina responded back, a sheepish smile on her face. 

Thank god for the cover of night. She didn’t need him seeing just how pink her cheeks were. One hug, one look and she knew. She was going to have him, maybe not tonight, but it was going to happen at some point. She was going to feel those arms wrapped around her free of all the fabric between… those lips trailing down her neck… Celina followed Zayne into the cafe her mind still wandering.

“What do you want?” Zayne asked. 

“What?” Celina said, caught off guard.

“To drink? Do you want a snack or anything?” He said, the ghost of a smirk crossing his lips. 

“Oh. Uhm. Caramel latte, thanks. And I’m all good on food.” Fuck, he knew. Celina could tell that Zayne was basically reading her thoughts in that moment. He didn’t hold it over her head, but she wasn’t as smooth as she thought she was… or he was just that good at reading her only a few minutes after meeting?

Their coffees came, and she followed him around the corner to a table near the back. He sat next to her, rather than across from her as she’d expected and she felt her heart skip another beat. How could he possibly have this much of an effect on her already? Even if this didn’t work out, at least she’d get some people watching and dating practice in, Celina thought to herself. And boy was there an odd combination of people in the room tonight. 

Sipping coffee, chuckling, and just talking about everything it felt easy just like their text conversations. But it was so much better since his voice had a calming effect on her. Celina kept catching herself staring at his eyes. Stunning. Clear. Beautiful. Deep. She could really stare into them for the rest of her life and it might not be long enough. 

“Huh.” He said. 

“Huh what? You do say that an awful lot, you know.” 

“I do? I mean, you do it too, you just don’t say it.”

Celina tilted her head and scrunched her nose in confusion. “Yes. Just like that,” he said. Pulling her out of her thoughts and back into the present.

“Sorry… I just… you’re fun to look at,” Celina admitted, a bit shyly. 

“Oh, am I?” That devilsh grin making it’s way back onto his scruffy face. 

“Yes. You are. So is she for that matter,” Celina said, talking about the waitress hoping to break the tension a bit. She had green hair, interesting ink and looked like she’d be a fun ride if this didn’t end up working out.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it but.”

“But what?”

“She doesn’t have much to say.”

“And? I didn’t say she looked like a fun person to talk to. She looks like she’d be fun to fuck.”

“Oh. Huh.”

“There you go again with your ‘huhs’.”

The silence between them was palpable before Zayne said, “I’m going to run to the bathroom. Will you be ok alone here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Celina responded. “I’m a grown woman, I think I can sit at a table alone for a few minutes.”

“Well. Some people get uncomfortable alone, and besides I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to just leave.”

“Oh. I’m not going anywhere.”

Looking around, Celina noticed the cafe was starting to clear out and she wondered whether this was it or if there was a plan to continue the evening. He came back a few minutes later remarking that she was still there (as if that was ever really in question) and mentioned how it was almost closing time.

They gathered their coats and walked outside together, her hands itching to touch him more than the small passing touches she’d made a point to have at the table. She wanted to see more of his art, she wanted to see more of him, fuck if she was being honest all she really wanted was to make him hers. 

Standing outside on the sidewalk he reached up and started peeling the sticker off of a street sign. Watching him stretch like that did *something* to her that she was not prepared for. Celina was comfortable in how much she wanted him, but she was not expecting her body to respond to something as innocuous as a stretch. “What would that look like over me,” she started to wonder.

“So. Uhm. What’s next? Are we calling it a night or…” Celina asked.

“I’d like to do something else, and I’d like it to be with you. Unless you want to be done?” Zayne responded.

“Oh. No. I definitely do not want to be done. So where do we go from here?”

“We could go for a drive. Or we could go someplace else. What do you want to do?”

She looked at him, contemplating how bold her answer should be. He was shivering, so she knew she needed to make a decision and fast before this sexy man froze to death in front of her. “I want to do something. With you. I don’t really care what it is. But you’re shivering so I suppose we should decide quickly, shouldn’t we?”

“I’m fine. I just… have… bad systems. I’m fine. So driving around or going somewhere?”

“Well. I don’t really want to leave my car here, so, somewhere is preferred.”

“Somewhere public or private?”

“Well. It’s late. I can’t imagine many public places are still open.”

“Well. We can’t go to my friend’s place, looks like they’re wrapping up. We could go to my place if you wanted?”

Pulling him into her by his jacket Celina said, “Well. You don’t strike me as a serial killer, and that’s private, warm, and not here. That could work.”

“Huh. How do you know I won’t tie you up and beat your ass?” He said, his eyes darkening as a grin slid over his face. “Do, do you want a ride back to your car?”

“Uh, yeah that’d be nice,” she said, responding to both questions at once.

Following him to his car, Celina’s heart started to race. She was going to follow him home. Is this who she was now, the first date lay? Or were they just going to talk more? Nah, talking is just about done, their heat and chemistry was undeniable. She wanted this, so fuck what the world might say about it. 

He dropped her off at her car and she followed him to his place. Her mind wandering. They’d never really discussed what they wanted, what this might be, hell even their flirting never got particularly sex-forward except once. She really had no idea what this was going to turn into, but she was in it 100%. She parked her car, got out, and wandered over to his.

“Well, you were followable, that’s good at least,” she said with a smile.

“Huh. Well good. I’m glad. I’m upstairs.”

She followed him up to the door and upstairs. Each step increasing her nerves and the heat building up in her body. God she wanted this man more than she had words to explain… but she wasn’t really sure if he felt the same way. 

Taking her shoes off at the door she walked inside. Immediately his fluffy black cat came up to say hi. She knelt down to pet her, and noticed he was watching them intently.

“What?” Celina asked. 

“She normally doesn’t do that.”

“Oh, well, I’m a cat person. They usually like me,” she said standing up again. 

Looking around the room she noticed how colorful it was, and how meticulously placed the art was on the walls. So he was big into the little details. That’s a damn good personality trait in a potential lover. You’ll never really have to say what you want. If you can pay that much attention to your wall art imagine the attention you can pay to the woman on your bed…

Zayne took her coat and put it… somewhere. Watching this man do even the most mundane things got her mind racing and her blood pumping. He moved a bit like a cat, deliberate with long lithe limbs, graceful even. Celina realized she was probably going to have to take the lead here. She reached over and pulled Zayne into her, kissing him. Wondering if maybe she should have asked if it was okay first, she let the thought slide as he kissed her back. Clearly he was ok with this…

He reached up, grabbed her by the throat, and pushed her against his closet door, kissing her deeply. Her breath hitched, and she was on full alert. Ready for anything he could do to her. Wanting everything he could do to her. Wanting to be touched, explored, fulfilled, satisfied by this man. Right now. Right here. And she wasn’t leaving until she got it.

Without breaking the kiss Zayne pulled Celina away from the closet door and pushed her backwards across his bedroom floor and onto the bed. The look in his eyes when she hit the bed was pure primal desire, one Celina was certain she had as well. He knelt on the bed beside her, quickly relieving her of her shirt.

“Oh, this is very nice. You made a very nice choice tonight for me.” Zayne remarked about her bra, before making quick work of removing it. “It’s a shame I need to take it off of you.”

Kissing her again, Celina didn’t even have a chance to respond. It likely would have been something bratty along the lines of, “Oh but what’s under it is even better” but with her lips crushed in passion and her tongue dancing with his, the words just didn’t seem to matter anymore.

Celina reached up and took Zayne’s shirt off of him, loving the view. Thin but strong, beautiful bright ink everywhere, mixed with a ton of blackout work made her wonder just how into pain he was. The thought passed quickly as she reached down and fought with his belt. 

“It just does… this,” Zayne said reaching down to unclip it as he watched her struggle. 

“I would have gotten there eventually, but I’m a little distracted at the moment,” Celina responded, grateful for the help.

Zayne kissed her again, fiercely, almost as though he wanted to own her. His hands roamed her body, grasping her full pert breasts before travelling father south. His mouth trailed behind, nibbling at her neck and making her entire body shake from desire. His finger ran along the waistline of her jeans before popping the button and lowering the zipper faster than she thought possible. Celina stopped breathing, stopped thinking, felt time all but stop as his hand found its mark. 

Slipping into her panties, his long dexterous fingers ran over her aching, swollen bud. She arched into his touch, desperate for more. His mouth found her taut nipples, biting down on each one in turn. “Oh, fuck,” were the only words she managed to say.

“What do you want?” Zayne asked, bright eyes darkening with lust and power, his fingers never stopping their assault on her over warmed body.

“You. I want you.” Celina managed breathily.

“Not good enough. You have me. What do you want?” He insisted.

“I want… you… inside… me… fuck.” Each word a struggle to say, to conceive even, as her brain started shutting down to make way for the pure need she was overcome with.

He ripped off her jeans, stopping to admire the view of the strappy thong she was wearing. Slapping her ass, hard, he commented, “You really did make a very nice choice for me. Mmm. You want me inside you, right, Celina?”

“Yes. I. Do. And thank…” Celina started before her mind stopped dead. He’d slipped two fingers inside her warm wet center, cutting off her words and making her gasp.

“Like this? Is this what you want, Celina?” He asked, pumping in and out of her, varying speeds to watch her reaction. 

“Uh. Yes? No? Please don’t stop. Just… don’t… stop…” 

He moved his thumb back to her nub, making her back arch so far her head was on the bed again. “Fuck. Goddamn. Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck.” All semblance of language was long gone. Celina’s ability to think turned off, and replaced by rampant desire.

“Is this what you want?” Zayne reiterated his question. A knowing look spreading over his features.

“Fuck me. I… need… you… to… fuck… me.” Celina managed to assemble enough thoughts to finally say what she wanted.

“Are you sure? You’re ok with this?” 

Loving the fact that he wanted to make sure she was fully into this, Celina said, “God yes. Please just fuck me.”

With that, he pulled his hand away from her body, leaving her feeling empty and desperate. He dropped his pants and her eyes damn near popped out of their sockets. “Holy fuck. I… wow.” Celina had no idea beforehand, they’d agreed not to swap nudes to keep the suspense and anticipation going, but Zayne was fucking hung. She started wondering if she could actually go through with this, not from lack of desire but genuinely unsure if he would fit.

Zayne watched Celina looking at him. This is why he waited until an actual meet up, he didn’t want everything to be about his size. Besides, that look of hunger and shock were always nice. He kneeled back on the bed, spread her legs and drove his fingers back inside of her. “God you’re so wet. So ready for me, aren’t you?”

Breathing heavily, Celina managed to muster just one word, “Yessssssssss,” she hissed out between her clenched teeth.

Removing his hand, she steeled herself. She wanted this but she was absolutely intimidated. He dipped his thick, hard cock into her slick wetness, just a little. And a little was all it took. She could feel her body shaking with the desire, and that feeling of fullness that he gave her right out of the gate was exactly what she’d been craving. 

He was gentle, at first. Feathering in, checking depth, making sure she was all into it. Once he could tell she was flying high on the feelings he pulled out and slammed all the way back into her.

Gasping, she shuddered. She’d never felt so full, and he looked as gorgeous over her as she thought he would. “What do you want, Celina? Tell me what you want,” Zayne said as he pumped into her. 

“You’re… already… doing… it…” Celina panted through his thrusts. She was already in heaven. This beautiful man wanted her, was taking her, was owning her, and wanted to make sure she was getting what she needed. She couldn’t come up with words to say what she wanted because she was already getting it.

He kissed her again, then grabbed her throat and asked, “What do you want?”

“I… just… want… you…”

“Do you want it like this?” He asked, while holding her steady and pumping deeply with each word.

Nodding just the slightest bit, his grip was beautifully firm, “Yes…”

Her name fell from his lips like a chant. His kisses punctuation marks on her body. He was writing a story on her skin that felt like it had been there a thousand years. She could hear him saying something but she was mesmerized, overcome with sensation. 

SMACK

Zayne slapped her across the face. “Tell me what you want.”

“Not. That.” The only words she could muster having been forcefully ripped away from her blissful contentment.

“I’m so sorry. So so sorry sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” He apologized, running his hands along her body, dropping soft sweet kisses everywhere, guiding her back to her happy place. “This is why limits discussions should happen first,” she thought to herself before all thoughts slipped away again.

“Is there anything I can do to make this better for you?” He asked again. His attention to her pleasure was startling, he only wanted to make sure she got exactly what she wanted and needed but she couldn’t figure out how to say he was already doing everything she could have dreamt of on a first go. “Even if it’s just railing you from behind.”

Oh. Now that was an idea. That was a solid perfect beautiful idea. “Uh. Well that. That works” she said, flipping over onto all fours. She could feel him lining up behind her, one hand on her hips, the other snaking its way into her hair. He slammed home in one fluid motion, pulling the most guttural groan from her throat. 

Panting, moaning, completely devoid of intelligible speech, Celina gave herself over, fully, to Zayne. He was just this side of too big but fuck if it didn’t feel like he was made for her. Put on the planet just for her. Every cell of her body alight with pleasure, she felt that familiar deep low heat. She was getting close, so close, but she didn’t want this to end. 

Zayne could sense that she was almost there. Her already tight pussy clamping down harder, driving him wild. If she couldn’t or wouldn’t tell him what she liked, he’d have to just try a few things to see what worked. He was going to get her there, he needed to hear her scream, he needed to know he caused it. 

Moving his hand from her hip to her ass, he gathered some wetness from her pending orgasm on his thumb. Gripping her hair tightly, he teased his thumb into her tight, puckered ass earning him a gasp and pause in her movements. “Damn she really could be a lot of fun, couldn’t she?” he thought to himself, as he took advantage of her statuesque stature to ride her for all she was worth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck oh my god fuckkkkkkkkkk,” Celina gasped. She’d never really been into ass play but there was something about him that made her open to just about anything. All he had to do was try, or take it, and she’d probably be ok with it. As she eased into the sensation of being completely full, she started rocking back against him again to match his rhythm. 

“I… fuck… oh my god fuck…” she felt her muscles tense, she was about to come undone under him.

“Give it to me. Cum for me Celina. Cum for me now.” he said. That was all it took. 

Screaming her release into the night, she collapsed on the bed. Her body shaking and raw, she felt him cum just after her, before removing his hand and pulling out of her slick warmth. 

Laying together her head on his chest, her mind wandered. This was supposed to be just fun. He was too young, needed to see more of what the world had to offer, and he didn’t actually want anything serious anyway. But if a first round could be like that, maybe she needed to reconsider her stance on their age gap. Maybe she could keep him. “Chemistry like this should never be ignored,” she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.