The image
of Pat passed out, fully clothed and face down across the bed came suddenly
unbidden to mind. It made me smile despite the fact that particular sight was
the last I’d had of him. I’d sat there, in the full dark, and watched as the mickey
of Jim Beam slipped from his hand. I still had no idea if he’d come home alone
that night or if I’d just been lucky enough to avoid crossing paths with the
lucky puck bunny he’d dragged home. I’d half hoped to catch him in the act, if
only to make myself feel better.
I’d
packed my few, measly belongings that night and headed for the nearest Amtrak
station without even leaving a note. It was the coward’s way out and even now,
as I ran a cloth over one of the tables that had just been vacated by a group
of college kids that had reminded me of Pat, I felt that niggling lead weight
of guilt in my stomach.
Unfortunately
that only reminded me of Pat’s darkly brooding teammate and that, in turn, made
every muscle in my body tense as a delicious shudder ran through me. I only had
to close my eyes to remind myself of every single solitary stroke of that
leather crop, of the press of his lips against my flesh, of the promise of more
that would never be fulfilled.
“What
time are you off?” I probably got asked that question five times a night and
most of the time I had enough restraint to smile and say ‘no thank you’ but
tonight I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.
“Never,”
I snapped, turning to stare down the over-presumptuous meathead, except the
blue eyes and dark hair didn’t belong to any college quarterback but a
cheerleader.
“Erica,”
I gasped softly.
“You just
walked out on my brother so you can give me five fucking minutes of your time
to tell me why.” It wasn’t a request and the fire in her eyes that I’d never
really seen in Pat’s made that crystal clear.
“Just let
me drop this stuff off behind the bar and we can go out back,” I mumbled,
balancing a tray with the empties and my change box on one hand while I tugged
at my apron with the other. There had always been the risk of this, with
returning to Buffalo and my old job and knowing how close he was to his family
not to mention how they’d welcomed me with open arms.
“Anything
wrong?” Dylan asked as I ducked under the bar.
“Nothing
I can’t handle,” I muttered, dumping the money from my apron in a beer stein
labelled ‘tips’ and handing him the box of takings before reaching for a bottle
of Patron and tipping it into a tumbler. Dylan raised any eyebrow but knew
better than to say anything. I took a sip and the warm burn as the tequila hit
the back of my throat made me smile.
“You
gonna be good?” he asked. I grinned.
“You
think I can’t handle that?” I asked, tipping my head in the direction of Pat’s
sister. She looked impatient but not exactly like the kind of girl that was
going to pull me outside by my hair.
“All I
know is that you’ve been looking over your shoulder ever since you came back
from Chitown and she might not look like trouble but she’s got that look of
having trouble followin’ on her heels.” I glanced over at Erica and knew that
he was right.
“I have
it comin’,” I replied with a shrug and Dylan shook his head.
“You ever
gonna tell me about it?” he asked and I shook my head.
“Prob’ly
not,” I smiled at him, a smile I knew came nowhere near my eyes. Dylan shook
his head again and turned to serve some drunk college kid while I eased my way
through the crowd.
I knew
she would follow me so I didn’t look back, not until I pushed my way out
through the fire exit and the cold night air slapped me in the face.
“Say it,”
I encouraged her. I heard her click her tongue against the roof of her mouth
and rolled my eyes. I wished that I smoked so I would have something to do with
my hands since I had no pockets.
“Why’d
you just leave him?” I felt my entire body sagging with relief, thankful she’d
got down to the basics without making me answer twenty questions first.
“I don’t
love him,” I answered, kicking a pebble into the dark shadows that hugged the
alley. Silence stretched out until I was forced to turn around to see if she
was still there. She was and the look of confusion on her face almost made me
laugh. “I tried. I know you think the sun rises and sets out of his ass but...I
tried and I couldn’t make myself feel it. It just wasn’t there, I’m sorry.” She
stared at me for a moment longer and then her shoulders fell and the tough
sister vibe disappeared and she was just a girl in a bar talking to another
girl.
“He’d
never brought anyone by. We thought it was something,” she explained. I nodded
my head. I’d guessed as much.
“I think
he did too and I don’t feel good about it, if it helps at all,” I apologized as
much as I was able to. Erica nodded and I could see her next question forming
behind her eyes before she said it out loud. This was the question I was really
dreading. I turned and stared at a particularly unreadable tag that had been
spray painted on the brick wall across the alley. We’d guessed it said monkey
or honkey but we couldn’t really tell. It had been there for a while and was
fading at the edges.
“Did
he...did he cheat on you?” I bit down on my bottom lip to stop from smiling. I
knew what my answer would be and that it would make her smile. I could give her
this as long as she didn’t turn the tables on me.
“No, I’m
actually pretty sure that he didn’t,” I told her and turned to see a grin that
was pure relief on her face. She almost looked like she was going to cry. “He’s
a good guy. He’ll make someone happy when he grows up a little bit,” I added
and gave her what I hoped was an encouraging smile before I turned and pulled
the door open. I wanted her to leave with this nugget of happiness before she
started thinking about anything beyond the information I’d given her.
No such
luck.
I’d
barely got her back into the bar when she turned and blocked me from heading
back behind the barrier.
“Was
there...someone else?” she asked, reaching out to grab my arm, her nails
digging into the flesh just below my elbow. I looked down at her perfectly
painted pink fingernails and then up at her and lied.
“No.” Her
smile grew and her shoulders slumped in relief.
“I mean,
if it was Jon, y’know, I could totally
understand. I mean I’d hate you for sure because he’s so hot,” she added,
leaning in towards me as if we were sharing a secret. I nodded but kept my
mouth firmly shut and looked down at where she was still anchored to my arm.
Giggling she withdrew her claw and looked vaguely apologetic.
“Can I
get you something? A mojito or a Manhattan?” I asked, ducking under the bar and
reappearing on the safety of the other side, the employees only side.
“Y’know
I’d really like a Spanish coffee,” she replied and then started to look around
at the crowd, maybe looking for a conquest. I certainly hoped that more of her
siblings were not suddenly going to arrive.
“Coming up,” I told her and turned to gather the
necessary ingredients.
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“You
going to look her up?”
I rubbed
at my eyes and yawned. It had been a short flight but I’d slept anyway. As I
looked across the aisle at Jon he looked wide awake as he snapped his lap top
shut and downed the last of his bottled water.
“No,” I
replied a little less firmly than I’d meant to. I’d thought about it. I’d even
agreed to meet my sister at the bar she’d worked at but the thought of having
Beth break up with me face to face was not something I was really looking
forward to facing right now. We were sucking out on the ice, I hadn’t scored in
eight games and the last thing I needed was yet another person telling me I
wasn’t good enough.
“You sure
about that?” he asked as he slipped his laptop into its bag and reached for his
suit jacket.
“What the
fuck do you care?” I growled. We hadn’t talked about this, about Beth leaving.
Not like I had a lot of heart to hearts with the guy, but aside from my
admitting she’d gone, I hadn’t really discussed Beth with him at all.
“He’s
just hoping maybe it might help you get your head out of your ass if you got
some closure,” Seabs patted me on the head like I was a Lab bringing back a
duck in one piece. I frowned at him and then scowled at Tazer.
“I don’t
need...closure errr whatever. I don’t care about her,” I lied, pulling my knit cap down over my still wet hair and
heading for the exit. That was a lie. It still hurt that she’d just taken all
her shit and left without leaving so much as a fucking note. I’d made the
mistake of caring for her and that feeling wouldn’t go away, as much as kept
hoping that it would.
“Your
funeral,” Tazer mumbled as he elbowed past me like he had somewhere to be. I
stared at his back and shook my head.
“What the
fuck is his problem?” I mumbled, mostly to myself but Seabs laughed.
“He just
likes to remind us all he’s the Captain,” he sighed, putting one hand on my
shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“Yeah
well, you guys have fun at your hotel. I’m gonna sleep in my own bed and have
some of my mom’s chow. Suckers,” I grinned at him and he laughed.
“You do
that Kaner. Maybe that will help you stop gripping your stick like it’s your
dick,” he smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him and headed down the stairs,
fighting another yawn.
All I wanted right now was my bed and maybe one of
my mom’s late night grilled cheese sandwiches. What I didn’t need was to go
chasing some loony chick that obviously doesn’t give two shits about me.
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I was
grateful Dylan had let me slip out early. It was more likely because I’d
started giving out the wrong change and spilled beer on some guy with
cauliflower ears that had wanted to rip my arms out and beat me with the wet
ends but having Pat’s sister sitting there at the bar, even if she was
seemingly deep in conversation with some guy that was all shoulders and teeth,
had me jumpy.
I shook
my hair out of the ponytail as I put my key in the door. I was looking forward
to a long, hot shower and then the mystery novel waiting for me on my bedside
table but the minute I pushed my key in the lock, I knew there was something
wrong.
The door
gave and I stood, staring at it and into the gloom beyond, my heart racing.
I reached
into my purse, unsure of whether I should reach first for my can of mace or for
my phone and then the moon peeked out from between the clouds and illuminated
the silhouette of the man sitting in my living room.
“Jon.”
His name left my lips as no more than a whisper but he turned his head toward
the sound all the same and his gaze turned my knees molten.
“You
left,” he said simply as he rose and crossed the floor to pull the door the
rest of the way open. “You did not have my permission.” I blinked at him. We
were playing games, still? Now?
“How did
you get in?” I hissed, looking over my shoulder to see if any of my neighbors
might be peeking out their doors at this late hour. The corridor remained
empty.
“Money
can buy nearly anything and your apartment manager was relatively cheap,” he
replied, raising one eyebrow over those dark chocolate eyes of his. He moved to
the side and I stepped into the room. I heard the locks being turned, the chain
slid into place. So I was his prisoner now. The idea didn’t frighten me even
though I thought that it should. “What do you have to say for yourself?” he
asked me again, his big hand on the back of my neck, sending a wave of aching
need down my spine and spilling my need into my panties.
“I
couldn’t face him,” I admitted. His breath was hot against my cheek and though
only his hand touched my skin I could feel him, his nearness, as if his body
was already pressed against mine.
“You
should have come back to me,” he told me firmly, his fingers digging into my
skin, not painfully, yet anyway.
“I would
have had to face him sometime,” I explained, fighting the urge to whimper, to
beg him to touch me somewhere, anywhere else.
“If I let
you out,” he purred into my ear and then, with the slightest urge of his hand,
forced me forward. He marched me to the arm of the couch and pushed me forward,
face down. My entire body shuddered. “Do you agree that you need to be punished
for your transgression?” he asked. I nodded. “Say it,” he hissed, anger and
maybe, I hoped, desire making his voice thick.
“Yes...sir,”
I replied, twisting my head to the side so I could look over my shoulder at
him. He was slowly unbuttoning his white dress shirt. I watched as inch by inch
of sculpted flesh was revealed and licked my lips. When he pulled the shirt out
of his pants and shrugged it over his mile wide shoulders I whimpered. I
couldn’t help it.
“I
brought something with me,” he stated simply, flexing his muscles to torment
me. “I am not going to ask your permission to use it on you. You’ve already
agreed you deserve to be punished," he added, and then turned and
retrieved something from a bag on the floor near the chair he’d been sitting
in. It looked like a small stick, at first, and then he unfolded it and
revealed a bamboo cane. I sucked in a ragged breath. Caning hurt.
“Puh...puhlleeezze
sir,” I began, staring at the cane as he whipped it through the air, making it
sing.
“Please
what?” he asked as he used one hand to shove my skirt up over my ass. He ran
the flat of his hand over one nearly bare cheek and then pulled, experimentally
at the edge of my lace panties.
“Don’t...cut
me,” I asked, my voice becoming breathy as he ran his fingers up my slit, the
lace fabric doing little as a barrier between his skin and mine.
“Then be
still, and take your punishment quietly,” he ordered, the palm of his hand
moving gently over the curve of my ass before he raised his hand and brought it
down in a stinging slap that made me cry out mostly in surprise. “I just told
you to be quiet. If you can’t be quiet, this will not go well you for you,” he
added, taking a step back and flexing the cane in his hands. I swallowed and
turned my face to the cushion. The best chance I had was to stifle my cries in
the cushion.
The first
strike was to the backs of my thighs. I clenched my teeth together and managed,
just, to swallow a yelp. The next strike was right across my ass so that I
could feel the force of the air in front of the cane across my entrance. A cry
turned quickly into a moan as his hand moved in a slow circle over the site,
almost erasing the sting.
“Stay still,” he warned and then stepped back
and brought the cane down again. I could hear it, singing through the air
before it bit into my flesh and made me yelp, a sound I barely managed to
muffle by shoving my own hand between my teeth and biting down on the thin
elastic skin between my thumb and forefinger.
Tears burned in my eyes and anger
seethed through my veins. I knew he’d left more than a welt that time but as
soon as I opened my mouth to protest I felt his fingers exploring my now heated
snatch, felt two long thick fingers working their way inside of me and the
complaints on the tip of my tongue turned into moans. “Does that make you wet?
Mmm wet and warm,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire or was it power, maybe
both.
“Stop.”
It was a word I had to force through clenched teeth and a word part of my brain
rejected even before I’d said it out loud but I said it anyway and turned to
glare at him.
“Stop?”
he said, managing to look both amused and bewildered at the same time.
“You
heard me,” I managed to breathe, pushing myself up and pulling my skirt down at
the same time.
“No, I
don’t think I did. I heard you say that you deserve to be punished and I
distinctly heard you say please,” he added, one side of his mouth turning up in
a self satisfied grin.
“I don’t
want this,” I told him, wiping tears of humiliation out of my eyes. I thought I
had, the minute I’d seen him, the moment I’d realized that it was Jonathan
Toews in my apartment but now I didn’t.
“I think
you do,” he leered at me like he thought we were still playing some kind of
game.
“No,” I
repeated, pushing him away and walking, somewhat unsteadily but as purposefully
as I could towards my kitchen. I turned on the tap and ran the water until it
turned cold and then I dunked my head beneath the icy stream, letting it run
over the back of my neck.
“You
don’t tell your dom no for no reason.” I heard his voice but I ignored it,
right up until the point he grabbed the back of my shirt in his fist and pulled
me back. I glared up at him, letting him see that I was not playing games, not
anymore.
“You
don’t break into my apartment. If you want to see me, you ask my permission and
I told you not to cut me,” I turned and raised the back of my skirt, revealing
the livid red welts that I already knew would be there, “but you did. So no, I don’t want to do this.” I ran my hand through my wet hair and
looked at the floor. I didn’t trust all of my anger to be in my eyes if I
looked up at him. Not that he gave me a choice.
I felt
his fingers press my chin upwards and as much as I tried not to, I found myself
looking into his chocolate brown eyes. Where I expected livid rage I still
found humour and yes, still just a hint of confusion.
“Let’s
make a couple of things crystal fucking clear. I did not cut you. If I wanted to cut you, you would be bleeding and I
did not break into your apartment,
your Super let me in,” he said forcefully and then, when I tried to turn my
face away his entire hand cupped my chin in a painful, vice like grip so that I
could feel each and every one of his fingertips digging into my jaw. “You want
me to fuck you. Deny it.” I stared at him and pressed my lips closed. I did want to fuck him but not like this.
His lips turned up at the corners and he suddenly looked like a boy, a boy used
to getting his way but pleased by it nonetheless. “That’s what I thought.” His
other hand slipped up under my skirt and even though I pressed my thighs
together, I whimpered as he cupped my mound. “You want to be fucked, hard and
often and you want to be made to scream and we both know that he can’t do that
for you,” he began. I growled at him and tried to twist my face enough that I
could bite one of his fingers. His lightening reflexes were too fast for me.
“Now, now little cat,” he teased, digging his fingers even deeper into my jaw
until I winced.
“You’ve
already won, okay?” I hissed at him like the cat he accused me of being. “I gave
in, I came to you. You beat him, isn’t that enough for you?” His smile was slow
and deliberately predatory and I backed up against the counter as if I had
somewhere to go.
“No,” he
said simply and slid one finger between the lace edging of my panties and my
skin. I pressed my thighs closer together. His finger found the slick wetness
of the need I didn’t want to be feeling and his smile grew until I could see
the white pearls of his teeth in the dark.
“You
think you’re sooo fucking special,” I
snarled at him and imagined that my pussy had teeth and that I could bite the
finger that was probing my innermost centre.
“I think
you want me,” he purred, looking very certain that he was going to win this
particular argument and that all of my dissemination was just that and all it
was going to require was time and patience before he’d prove his point.
“You’re
the one waiting in my apartment like some kind of deranged stalker,” I pointed
out. He tilted his head to one side and regarded me like I was nothing more
than an amusing and pretty child.
“You
could just admit that you’re gagging for it and we could stop fucking around
here,” he growled and then bent down to cover my mouth with his. He kissed me
hard, like he was trying to kiss through me and force my mouth open with pure
unadulterated force. I pressed my hands flat against his chest and pushed but
it was about as successful as trying to force my hands through a six inch
concrete wall. He didn’t move and he didn’t stop kissing me.
I curled
my hands into fists and battered his chest like a drum but besides the sound of
flesh striking flesh, my futile attempts at violence did nothing to slow him
down. And then he pressed his knee in between my thighs and used it like a crow
bar, prying my legs apart until he could put his while hand in my snatch and I
was lost all at once. With his fingers on my clit I gasped, opening my mouth to
the assault of his tongue and almost all of the fight left me as his tongue
stroked mine in the same beat as his fingers played over my clit.
I still
scratched as his upper arms just like a cat not wanting to be picked up does as
he set me on the counter and stepped between my thighs. I bit his bottom lip
until I had the coppery taste of his blood in my mouth but that hardly deterred
him, it only caused him to move the attentions of his lips and mouth to areas
below my chin. This, in turn, sent shivers down my spine so much so that I
didn’t realize that, at first, that he had let go of me, or at least of my face
until I heard the sound of one of my large knives being pulled from the block
they were held in.
I tried
to scramble sideways, crablike, but his one hand on my thigh prevented this and
so I could only look down, eyes wide, terrified and admittedly fascinated as he
aimed that long gleaming blade at my crotch. Did I think he was going to hurt
me? For some reason my brain told me no but a squeak escaped my lips
nonetheless as he slid the cold steel between my oh-so-sensitive skin and the
lace of my panties.
One flick
of his wrist and they snapped apart.
I stared
down as he completed their removal by cutting the waistband as well and then
tossing the remnants of my underwear and the knife in the sink. Then I stared
at him and he at me.
That I was inescapably turned on by what he had
done was patently evident. Not only in the shortness of my breath and my wide
eyes, but as his fingers returned to bury themselves deep in my pussy, he could
undoubtedly feel exactly how much I had appreciated that moment of danger and
his lips turned up at the corners right before he tangled his free hand in my
hair, tugging my head back before he claimed my mouth with his.
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She
kissed me back this time. There was little point in continuing to pretend that
she didn’t want this as much as I did but as I reached for that spot inside of
her that would make her shudder it was still preferable to have her surrender.
As she moaned into my mouth like a good little porn star and as I felt the
muscles inside of her grasping at my fingers right before she let go and came
hard, I knew I was breaking her like a cowboy does a wild horse.
No all I
had to do was ride her.
I looked
over at the small table in the kitchen and dismissed it. It didn’t look sturdy
enough to take both our weights and as much as I couldn’t wait to be buried
balls deep in her, I was still tired enough to want to have a soft mattress and
sheets under me as I did.
“Bedroom,”
I croaked as we both came up for air. She didn’t dissemble, merely pointed in
the direction of the darkened hallway and leaned heavily against me. I carried
her down the hallway, despite the protests of my sore shoulder, and kicked open
the door at the end. I stared at the bed I knew he had bought her and visions
of him fucking her on it danced through my head like cheap, amateur porn. I
dismissed those thoughts and tossed her down onto it, letting different
visions, ones that had been forming in my head all day, fill my imagination
instead.
She
watched, through lidded eyes, as I undressed in front of her. That she
appreciated the view was evident in the way she licked her lips as I carefully
folded my dress shirt and laid it on a chair in the corner. But the best
reaction was the small, cat like mew as I stepped out of my pants and took my
briefs with them.
My dick,
now free, bounced before her and she stared at with apprehension. I’d had
girls, no matter how much they’d wanted to sleep with me say no, get up and
leave the moment the saw it but Beth licked her lips and scooted closer to the
end of the bed. I groaned when she wrapped both hands around it. I moaned when
she slid the tip of it between her lips and over her tongue.
I didn’t
expect her to take all of me. No woman ever had. But she gobbled it down like
she’d been starving and this was the first loaf of bread she’d seen in weeks.
As she sucked and licked it I dug my fingers into her hair and reminded myself
to remain still. I wanted to fuck her mouth, mostly because her mouth haunted
my dreams, but despite my reputation I didn’t want to hurt her. All I wanted
was to claim her, as mine, pin her to the bed and make her scream my name.
“Enough,”
I whispered gruffly, pulling my hips back and my dick free from her warm, wet
mouth. She looked up at me with eyes full of lust and desire and I allowed
myself a moment to appreciate the victory. “Strip,” I ordered and watched as
she struggled out of the t-shirt and band her skirt had made of itself around
her hips. “You won’t see him again,” I told her and meant it. She tossed her
clothes in a ball on the floor and then turned to me with an unreadable
expression.
“So after
you’ve fucked me, that’s it, we’re done?” I stared at her and then shook my
head.
“You
think I’d come here, in the middle of the night when I’m supposed to be in my
hotel room, risking missing curfew just to fuck
you?” I grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. “I
could have gone to your little bar and picked up half a dozen girls to fuck
tonight but I’m here.” I made the
mistake of letting go of one of her ankles and she kicked me, drove her heel
right into the flesh above my knee, hard.
“If you
think that was supposed to be flattering you’re an asshole!” she hissed at me
and then grabbed the sheet and pulled it around her as best as she could,
hiding her assets from my greedy eyes. It would have been simple to rip the
sheets, tearing them away from her body and letting her know, at the same time,
that she did not have the upper hand here but I refrained.
“Let me
rephrase,” I began instead, kneeling on the edge of the mattress and pulling
the sheet, with her on it, slowly towards me. “I am here to do what I’ve wanted
to fucking do since I first saw you. I’m here to claim you, to mark you, to
fuck you unconscious so that there is no doubt in anyone’s mind, especially
yours and yes, Pat’s too, that you are mine.
So, are we both crystal fucking clear
on what’s happening here?” She stared up at me, half shocked, I think, and half
afraid that I’m kidding...or maybe that I’m not.
“Un...unconscious?”
she stammered.
“Have a
problem with that?” She shook her head slowly and continued to stare, wide eyed
at me as I knelt between her legs and pushed her thighs wide apart. “Good,” I
smiled down at her as I eased my fingers inside of her, testing to feel if I
needed to begin four-play over again.
The sound
that came from her throat made my dick throb. She whimpered and her eyes rolled
back in her head. I pressed my thumb against her clit and her entire body
shuddered. If she was this sensitive from the lightest touch, I was going to thoroughly
enjoy fucking her.
Because
we were still near the edge of the bed I could reach for the condoms I’d
dropped on her nightstand and I plucked one foil square and held it out towards
her. She dutifully and without having to be asked, opened her sweet mouth and
dug her teeth into the foil wrapper. I pulled and she tugged and together we
ripped it open and then, while she watched, I rolled it over the tip of my dick
and then slowly downwards.
“Are you
ready?” I asked, aiming the head of my dick at her honey hole. She nodded, just
once and then together we watched as I screwed my cock slowly inside of her. It
was a tight fit and there was a point that I thought that I’d reached the end
of her, but then she raised her hips and I slid all the way in. We both groaned
and held very still, revelling in the feeling of being swallowed hole while at
the same time breathing through that first urge just press her knees back to
her ears and just fuck her senseless.
That
would be over too soon and I had no intention of letting her sleep anytime
before the first rays of the sun peeked in between her curtains.
When I
moved again I felt her heels digging into the backs of my thighs. I
reciprocated by reaching for her arms and pinning them over her head while I
brought my hips up and back. Her gaze went steely but as I deliberately took
even longer to screw myself back into her those eyes lost their ice and her expression
dissolved as she closed her eyes, rolled her head to the side and cursed
quietly.
“What was
that baby? Slower?” I chuckled to myself at my wit. She turned and I saw that
steel coming leaking into her eyes but as I bent and ran the tip of my tongue
around one pink peak of her nipple those eyes rolled back again and she let out
a long hiss of a sigh. “Hmm, that’s what I thought,” I added softly, moving my
lips over the other nipple and sucked it into my mouth while I rolled my hips
and slid almost all of the way out of her tight little pussy before slowly,
sliding back in and this time it was me letting out the long stream of half
whispered curses. “Damn it baby you’re fucking tight,” I whispered against the
crisp line of her jaw, grazing it with my teeth. She arched her neck and rolled her face away
from my searching gaze.
I tugged
at the big silver hoop in her ear and then licked my way down the arch of her
neck before digging my teeth in and sucking her neck, hard. She tasted of booze
and cigarettes and something vaguely floral. She gasped, making a sweet, hot
noise and pressed her hips up to meet mine on my next down thrust.
Letting
go of her arms I grabbed a tit in each hand and feasted on their ripe,
roundness. I sucked and bit her tiny pink nipples and ran my tongue over the
tiny bumps in the darker areolas. I bit and sucked at the moon pale skin of
each breast, tasting the musk of her sweat as well as the sweet, sharp note of
her perfume. I pressed her breasts together and suckled on each nipple until
she moaned and her body tightened down around my cock. I closed my eyes and
breathed through the overwhelming urge to empty my balls into her hot, tight,
wet little honey hole.
Abandoning
her sweet, high round tits I grabbed her hips and pulled them off the bed,
affording me a deeper, longer thrust that had her panting each time I bottomed
out inside of her. She captured her own tits in her hands and tweaked the
nipples as I rammed my cock home over and over, again and again as she gasped
and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.
“That’s
it baby, cum for me. I want you to cream all over my cock,” I urged her to wrap
her legs around my waist, getting her to do some of the work but also freeing
up my hands to scoop her ass into my hands as I continued to slam into her,
stuffing my cock balls deep into her with each long, hard thrust. She tipped
her head back and I could see, even in the moonlit darkness, a fine sheen of
sweet break out on her forehead, between her breasts as she worked to meet me
somewhere in the middle, her body pushing against mine, sucking me down as she
twisted and tugged at those pink little buds.
“Holy
jeeeezuuuzz fuck me!” she groaned and I threw my hips forward, grinding them
into her as I fought to shove every last, solid inch of my cock deep in her hot
little pussy.
“Yeah
baby, I want you to fucking scream my name when you cum.” She opened one eye
and stared at me, one corner of her full mouth turning up in a smile that told
me I’d have to do better if I thought that’s what I’d earned. Raising a single
eyebrow and mirroring that smirk, I pulled out of her completely and with little
effort, turned her over onto her stomach and shoved her face down in the now
tangled blankets.
She made
a sound that was muffled by the quilt as I pushed one hand between her shoulder
blades, keeping her in place while, using my other hand, I pulled her hips up
off the bed just enough to allow me to see my goal. Her honey pot was gleaming,
shining brightly in the near dark, smeared with her juices and swollen with
need. I aimed the head of my dick at that dark crease and gently, slowly,
screwed my way inside of her.
“Holy
fucking hell!” If I’d thought she was tight before I nearly went blind with the
overwhelming sensation of entering her from behind. She was doubly tight and
shallow and I couldn’t get all of my cock inside of her, at least not on the
first try. She moaned like a porn star
and as I watched, her hands scrambled for purchase in the very rumpled sheets
as she pressed her sweet, round ass back against me. “Yeah, you like that baby?”
I looked down at my fingers spread over the pale hills of her ass cheeks and
smiled to myself.
Her back
bowed, her head tossed back and she squealed like a pig when I spanked her hard
enough to see my hand print on her ass. Her cunt damn near squeezed the life
out of me too. I gasped, my eyes closed and I blew out a long, slow breath and
then I did it again. Her body bucked against me and I watched rather than felt
a shiver run right down her spine before her pussy muscles squeezed tight
around my dick.
“Ohhhh
goddddd,” she moaned and pressed her ass back against me, practically begging
for more. I spread my fingers out over the imprint of my hand and gently
smoothed it away and then, with one hand sliding down around and over her
stomach, I gave her ass a more gentle slap. This time though, with my fingers
on her clit, she didn’t buck but instead went very, very still. I repeated the
motion and this time she rocked her head from side to side as her body sucked
at mine, trying to milk me dry.
“I’m
going to fuck you now,” I told her, still rolling her clit between my fingers
while I held onto one hip and pulled my own hips back. She tossed her hair to
the side and looked back at me, her eyes hooded, her mouth ajar. I took that as
encouragement and rocked my hips forward, hard, shoving my dick back into her
tight, wet folds. She moaned and then pressed her ass back against me so that I
did it again.
She matched
every single, hard, deep thrust until both of us were groaning and moaning and
I could feel my balls pulling up tight beneath my dick. She was close, I knew,
just from the way I had to work at screwing my way into her each and every time
but she wasn’t ready to give in. She had will power, I had to give her that but
I knew one, sure way of overcoming her resolve.
I grabbed
her hips and slowly leaned backwards, lying back on the mattress and taking her
with me until she was balancing on her toes with that sweet ass pressed down
against my groin. I ran my hands up her waist and cupped her tits, one in each
hand.
“Fuck me
baby,” I encouraged her and was rewarded with being able to watch her sweet ass
rise up, leaving my cock gleaming, covered in her juices. She slid slowly back
down over me, her pussy lips parting. I pressed her ass cheeks wide so I could
watch. My cock had begun to ache.
She moaned
and repeated the motion, rising and falling over my cock, over me, again and
again until she was bouncing up and down like a she was a pogo stick. My
breathing was beginning to get ragged and I felt my pulse race but I refused to
come before her.
“Turn and
face me,” I asked and she did, without having to be asked twice. I watched her
fist form around my dick and then watched and licked my lips while she lowered
her pussy lips down over my cock until it had disappeared up inside of her. “Oh
fuck baby, that’s hot,” I told her as I reached up to cup those ripe tits of
hers’, one in each hand. She sort of leaned into me and began to move, by
inches, up and down over me.
I ran the
pads of my thumbs over each hard little pebble of her nipple, flicking them,
making her gasp out loud. She gazed down at me, her bottom lip sucked into her
mouth as the fleshy lips of her pussy sucked in my cock. I raised my hips off
the bed and shoved myself as deep up inside of her as I could. She smiled, a
satisfied sort of smile and then reached back and cupped my balls.
My eyes
closed and I groaned, loud and long. Most women pay no attention to the very
sensitive and in need of love to scrotum. Beth rolled my balls in her hand and
then, gently tugged. I groaned again and this time she slid her hand a little
farther back, her body partly twisting away from me. I tugged on her nipples,
she slid her finger near my asshole.
I opened
my mouth to say no, but then she ran just the pad of her finger over my
chocolate starfish and my entire body went rigid and I nearly came.
“Holy
fuuuuuck!” I exclaimed and she grinned, proudly down at me. Biting down on her
bottom lip and batting her eyelashes coquettishly at me, she reached up and
instead of diddling around near my ass again, she lifted those curls of hers
off her shoulders and started to bob up and down on my pole faster.
It was my
turn to be sure I was going to cum and I didn’t want to. Not yet. So, instead,
I sat up, pushed her firmly but gently backwards and then scrambled to get
between her thighs, pull them wide and shove myself into her all at the same
time.
She cried
out, her head tilting back and as I rocked my hips back and then forward again,
she began to pant, heavily.
“My clit,”
she whispered, holdng her hand out towards me. She drew me it up towards her
mouth, sucked my index finger between her red lips and then guided my fingers
down to her clit. I rubbed that joy button hard and fast and as she bobbed up
and down on me, as she alternately panted and called my name.
Raising
my hips off the mattress I shoved myself up into her and begged her to cum. I
wanted to watch, wanted to see it from here. She still seemed to be fighting
it, even as she cupped her tits together and offered them down to me. I managed
to get up on my elbows and then struggled to grab her ass with both hands. That’s
when I grabbed one tit in my mouth, swallowing as much of it was possible as I
shoved my cock up deep in her pussy.
“Now,”
she gasped and tilted her head back so that her hair ran down to the small of
her back.
I was
close but I was determined she would go first and as I suckled on one tit she
did, her entire body shuddering with the strength of it. Her pussy sucked at me
like a mouth and I came, hard, right behind her. I shoved myself deep in her
pussy and held on for dear life while I shot load, after load, deep into her
pussy and that condom and prayed that it would hold
Wow. I don't know what else to say but wow.
ReplyDeleteLove that ericka talked to her!! I want her back with kaner!!
ReplyDeleteand the winner is....drum roll please..... jonny. lol. that was some suspense right there (cough sarcasm). sorry just had to get it out there. obviously i'm team kaner. but nevertheless, this story was one helluva read. thanks!
ReplyDeleteYou are definitely forgiven for the long wait. Wow! Just, absolutley, wow! and more please :)
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