by Lane Hart
“Right, yeah, I want it to be good for you too,” I tell her, even though the only sexual experience I have is sneaking off to my room to dry hump a girl in my bed once. I was fourteen and my parents were home, but busy entertaining their dinner guests. That was when I went to school with girls too, before they shipped me off to the military academy.
I’ll be damned if I tell this girl all of that, though.
Fake it until you make her come is my new motto.
I still have her pinned to the apartment door at my mercy, and she basically just gave me a green light to do anything I want to her.
Fuck, where do I even start? I mean, I’ve watched porn but I’m guessing that the down and dirty fucking isn’t what real women want.
Kissing.
I should probably start by kissing her, right?
I don’t ask her that but instead lower my lips to hers to give it a try. She moans, and I feel her body go limp in my grip. Her pinned wrists lower a few inches and her stomach, where my thumb is pressed into, dips with her gasping breath. Since her lips are already parted, I slip my tongue in to touch hers, and…thunder crashes.
The world shakes under my boots.
It’s fucking amazing.
And there’s a chance it could also be the storm outside, but I’m pretty sure it’s her.
Us.
While our kiss deepens, my left hand slides under her pajama top, and then it’s cupping her heavy, braless tit, my thumb strumming her beaded nipple. She’s so soft and smooth and…perfect.
Damn, I wish my other hand was available to get to her other breast. But I’m afraid that if I let her hands go, she’ll touch me and then this will be over before it gets started. I have to keep my hips back for the same reason, unable to endure her grinding against the bulge in the front of my jeans.
“Lower,” she whispers against my lips. And even though I know exactly what and where she’s referring to, I move my hand down her side and then give the elastic of her pajama bottoms a tug.
“You want me to get rid of these for you?” I ask.
“Uh-huh,” she agrees with a puff of air against my mouth and a vigorous nod, so I yank them down so hard, they puddle around her feet.
I have to break our kiss then because I need to get a look at her in her panties before I rip them off too.
She’s wearing a miniscule pair made out of pale pink satin. It’s not a thong but it’s just as sexy. And fuck, I need to touch her.
Unsure where to start, I run my knuckle from the top of the waistband down the silky material covering her mound until I get to the hot, wet spot in the center.
When she squirms against the door in response, I tell her, “Looks like I found another place where you’re ticklish.”
“Keep going,” she gasps, eyes heavy-lidded when she looks up at me.
There’s no way I’ll be the one to put a stop to this.
She’s offering herself up to me, a starving man, like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet of naughty temptation.
Since I want to see her in nothing but the panties, I yank her pajama top up, pulling her head through it and leaving the material on her arms that are still raised and trapped above her head. Then I take a step back while keeping my grip on her wrists to take in every delicious inch.
Fuck, she’s perfect. All-natural tits big enough to jiggle, but not so big and overwhelming that I can’t handle them, and a lean narrow waist before a swell of hips right where the dainty panties cover the best part. Leaning down, I capture the nipple I haven’t touched yet in my mouth. I give it a suck before ravishing it with my tongue. Switching to place a few kisses on the other breast, I glance down to watch my big, calloused hand disappear down the front of her feminine little panties. It’s an obscene sight—like I’m too roughneck to be touching such a petite, innocent woman in such a vulgar way.
“God, yes,” she gasps when my fingertips reach the top of her slit.
“Lower?” I ask.
“Yes.”
She’s so wet my middle finger sinks right inside of her slick pussy.
Another crack of thunder sounds behind me at the same time, making her body clamp down on my finger and reminding me there’s a hurricane coming. I’m supposed to be doing something important.
Fuck if I remember what it was right this second, standing in this apartment, with a beautiful woman letting me get inside of her pink panties.
Letting her nipple slip from my mouth, I ask, “You okay?”
“Uh-huh. Don’t stop,” she tells me.
I slant my mouth over hers to start kissing her again, and my eyes fall shut as her body relaxes, allowing my finger to sink deep inside of her before I start pumping it in and out. Her hips swivel, and she moans against my lips as I get her good and ready to take my cock. It’s a big one, if I do say so myself. And right now, it doesn’t really seem possible that it’ll all fit inside of someone so small.
My eyes pop open when there’s another flash of lightning, immediately followed by a rumble of thunder.
“Shit, that was close,” I grumble.
“Yeah,” she agrees. “Take me to my bedroom.”
Yes! A bed is exactly what we need to get this done.
Without further instructions, I release her wrists, letting them lower as I scoop her up by both ass cheeks and turn around to find a fucking bed. And it needs to be soon because now those damp panties and all that lies underneath are pressed against my aching cock that’s trapped behind my zipper.
“This one,” she directs me to the first room on the left. There’s an overhead light on, showing a nice room with a high ceiling, photos of dolphins and sea turtles on the walls…with two tall dressers in front of the windows. It looks strange as shit but before I can ask about it, I spot the perfectly made bed done up in what other color but more ultra girly pink.
There could be dancing unicorns on it for all I care. It’s our final destination, the spot where I’m finally going to lose my virginity. Thank fuck. I was almost as worried about losing it before getting patched in as a Savage King as I am about getting patched in. The Kings are badasses, not pussy virgins, that’s for sure.
I lower her to the bed and follow her down, groaning when our bodies line right up in the way God intended.
She rolls her hips to rub herself against the bulge running down the thigh of my jeans, while at the same time, her hands push my cut down my shoulders. I draw back from her and kneel between her legs, removing my cut and then peeling my T-shirt over my head as her hands fumble with my belt buckle. Before I can stand up to finish getting undressed, she pops the button on my jeans and lowers the zipper, then shoves my pants and boxers down my thighs. When my cock finally springs free, she leans forward and grabs the base of it, leaning forward and giving the tip a gentle lick.
“Jesus,” she whispers, reaching up to run her free hand down my abs. She uses one fingernail to trace the muscles on my stomach before taking a deep, steadying breath and lowering her head to lick the underside of my cock, letting her tongue linger over every inch as she makes her way back up to the head. Wrapping her lips around the crown, she swirls her tongue around, sending a jolt of such intense pleasure through me that I feel my balls tighten. There’s no way in hell I’m going to embarrass myself by blowing a surprise load in her mouth when we’re just getting started, so I reach down to grab her breast, then bend down to her, pulling my cock away as I kiss her and force her back down to the mattress.
“I want to try to suck it,” she gasps as I begin kissing my way down her neck.
“You’ll get plenty of chances,” I growl in reply. She gasps and laughs as my tongue finds the spot on her side I had tickled earlier, and she grabs my head as she tries to roll away.
When she pushes my head, I dive lower, my chin pushing down the waistband of her dainty pink panties as I press my lips and tongue into the dark, neatly-trimmed patch of hair on her mound. I grab her hips and rise up just enough to drag her panties down her legs. Wh
ile I have her knees raised, I press my face into her, licking each of her lower lips before forcing my tongue deeper into her.
Her legs tremble as she reaches up to dispose of her panties, then she collapses back onto her pillows. She gasps and moans as my lips find her clit. I trap it and suck on it, lashing at it with my tongue. She grabs the comforter in both fists as my mouth becomes frantic on her pussy, her bucking hips spurring me on until her thighs clamp together and her stomach clenches under my hand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screeches as she slams her pussy into my face, the orgasm that rips through her seeming to last forever as my jaw begins to ache from the relentless tongue-lashing I’m giving her. Once she finally collapses back onto the comforter and her thighs fall open, I rest my chin on her mound and eye her warily. I’m not entirely sure if what just happened was a good thing.
“You okay up there?” I snort.
“Getting better,” she gasps, her breasts trembling with her rapid breaths. She reaches down to give my hair a gentle tug, and I stand up to finish stripping off my pants. “Do you have a condom?”
I nod and manage to dig out my wallet, where the single condom I’ve kept for “emergencies” is stored. It looks a little worse for wear, but I toss it on the bed while I struggle to get the rest of my clothes off. Tearing the condom open, she looks me up and down as I stand beside her bed.
“God, I hope these are big enough.” She laughs as she reaches over to grab my throbbing cock and force the rubber down my length. When it’s fully unrolled, she pauses, staring at my cock in her hand with a blank expression I can’t read.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her as I kneel on the bed, leaning in to kiss her and lead her back down to the mattress.
“Nothing, I was just thinking I’ve never run out of condom before.” She grins, reaching down between us and lining up our bodies. Once she guides me to her opening, she grabs my hips, eagerly pulling me toward her.
I resist only for a moment, confused by what she said. “You’ve never run out of condoms?” I try to clarify.
“No, I’ve never run out of condom,” she laughs. “You’ve got too much cock for this brand. I’ve never seen one unroll all the way before and still have skin left. Now quit talking,” she demands as she leans up to kiss me, while still pulling at my hips.
I give myself over to the moment, kissing her fiercely as I let her guide me forward. She sets the pace with her hands on my hips, pulling me to her and almost slamming her pussy onto me, before a trembling gasp breaks free from her lips as she pauses, wiggling her hips as if struggling to pack more of me inside.
“Take your time,” I whisper into her ear as I cradle her head in one hand, the other covering her hip. I hope she takes the hint, as the combination of this woman’s incredibly sexy body, words, and motions is almost too much for me to withstand. The pressure in my lower belly is unbelievable, like nothing I have ever felt in my life.
Instead of responding, she bites her lip, locking eyes with me before she wraps her heels behind my thighs. She entwines her arms around my back, and then with a cry that could be either pleasure or pain, she squeezes me to her until the base of my cock grinds against her and my balls slap her ass. She throws her head back, gasping as she bucks her hips against me, so I wrap my arms around her arched back and try to hold on as she rides me from below.
A few moments later, she stills in my arms, and after giving me a long, deep kiss, she says, “I can’t believe I came like that. I’m okay now, I think I’m used to it. You can move, but go easy at first, all right?”
If I had any experience with sex at all, I would have recognized that she was having another orgasm.
I give her a nod, so overwhelmed by the entire experience, I can’t even speak. The way she moves, she feels, she sounds, it’s all too much. I take a deep shuddering breath as I start to gently rock my hips, her moaning and the trembling in her thighs and pussy quickly pushing me to the brink.
“You’re so fucking good, I can’t…” I gasp.
“Oh god, I’m coming again!” she cries as her nails dig into my back. I take that as my cue and quicken my pace, the pressure and need so great that I completely lose myself. Our lips crash together in a frenzied kiss as I pour into her, our cries mixing together as we climax.
I’m still coming hard when suddenly everything goes dark. That’s never happened before when I was jerking off or getting a blowjob. Must be just how good her pussy feels.
As I start to catch my breath, I realize the room is still really dark.
“Did the lights go out or did you fuck me so good I went blind?” I ask her.
“Power’s out.”
“Shit,” I mutter as I scramble off of her and start getting dressed. “This was fun and all,” I say, in the understatement of the year, as I pull my jeans up my legs, “but I need your phone right fucking now so that I can find Aubrey.”
“Okay, but it’s Audrey,” she replies as she rolls to her side. Propping her head up on her bent elbow, she watches me dress. “And don’t stand within five feet of me while you’re using it.”
I pull my shirt over my head and ask, “Fine. Where’s your phone?”
“Very close. You won’t believe just how close it is.”
“Just tell me already!” I exclaim as I sit down on the side of the bed to put my soaked socks and shoes back on in the dark.
Slipping her hand under the mattress, she pulls out the thin phone and hands it to me.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I take it and power it on, making the screen brighten up the room. “I don’t know if I can remember War’s number.”
“He’s in my contacts,” she says.
“What now?” I ask. Did she say War’s number is saved in her contacts? Pulling up the list of friends and family, it’s so short that I quickly get to the W’s. I tap on Warren’s name to call him. While it’s ringing at my ear, I ask her, “Why do you have War’s number in your phone?”
“Because he’s my brother.”
I freeze as her words start to sink in slowly.
“Audrey! Are you okay? I’m so damn sorry I couldn’t get down there. You wouldn’t believe the shitstorm we’ve been through,” War says when he answers the phone, thinking I’m her and confirming what I was beginning to fear.
Unable to come up with any words other than oh shit, I thrust the phone into Audrey’s face.
Audrey! She’s fucking Audrey!
“Hi, Warren,” she says sweetly, apparently forgetting her “five foot” rule. “Where are you? Yeah, he did. His phone died and mine has been off.” Audrey looks up at me, her angelic face glowing, thanks to the phone at her ear. “We just got to Raleigh,” she lies, and then has the nerve to wink at me as she digs my grave deeper.
No, no, no. This cannot be happening!
I fucked War’s sister and now she’s lying to him, so I’ll have to lie to him. I’m so damn screwed!
“I don’t think we can make it to Greensboro,” Audrey tells her brother. “In case you haven’t heard, there’s a gas shortage, thanks to everyone draining the stations! Yes, I’m fine. We’ll be fine,” she assures him.
We are not fucking fine.
I’m the furthest thing you can get from fine!
Everything I’ve worked for with the MC is circling the goddamn drain all because I was a horny idiot. Why couldn’t Audrey have been a two-hundred-pound female bodybuilder with golden eyes? If she looked like War in a wig, I never would’ve made this mistake. Instead, she looks nothing at all like him. There’s zero resemblance!
She must have been adopted, that’s all there is to it.
“We need to get off the phone, Warren! Yes, and I love you too,” Audrey says softly into the phone before she holds it up to me, causing her bare tits to jiggle distractingly. I have to clench my fists to keep from lowering a hand to grab one. “He wants to talk to you now.”
F.M.L.
Swallowing hard around the knot in my throat, I un-ball my fist to ta
ke the device and try to make my voice steady when I say, “Yes, sir?”
“How bad has she been?” he asks.
So fucking bad, I start to say.
But no, that has to be a trick question.
“Ah, I’m not sure what you mean,” I respond instead, while scratching the back of my head with my free hand.
“Her astraphobia,” War clarifies, as if I have any fucking idea what that word means.
“Her what?” I ask. Hearing this, Audrey grabs a pillow and covers her face with it.
“Audrey has a severe fear of thunderstorms, but she sounded pretty calm. You must have got her inland before the weather got bad.”
Glancing over at the heavy furniture blocking the windows, that, along with the spontaneous seduction, starts to finally make sense. Guess the orgasms I gave her were also calming…
“Maddox? You there?” War asks when I remain lost in my thoughts for too long.
Finally, I’m able to say, “Oh, yeah, Audrey’s fine. I mean, she seems to be doing okay.”
“You’re going to hunker down in Raleigh to wait out the hurricane?” he asks. And since the sexy liar has now backed me into a corner, I have no choice but to go along with the fib.
“Yep. We’ll stay here in Raleigh until it’s safe to go back,” I say. “Everything is completely under control.”
And it will be. Because as soon as I hang up the phone, you can bet your ass that I’ll be dragging his sister downstairs, throwing her in the van, and taking her to fucking Raleigh. “How are things going there?” I ask War to spin the conversation back to him.
“It’s been one helluva day,” War grumbles before lowering his voice. “But that’s a long story for another time. I don’t want Audrey to know how bad it was just yet.”
“Understood,” I reply, knowing it must have been serious if he asked me to come get his sister instead of doing it himself.