by Dani Wyatt
Her green eyes light up with the reflection of the red neon sign on the front of the building.
“I see my car inside. Is it ready?”
It is, but I’m not going to tell her that. Rodney messaged me not long after he got her Mustang back to the shop that it was just a loose hose to the radiator and an easy fix.
I’m thankful she’s not giving me any protest as I unlock the door and we head inside, because I don’t want this to end. I think of the second time I saw her, when I watched her eating in the diner, sucking on the straw of her iced tea, and I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to replace that straw with my dick. It was immediate. The spell she unknowingly placed on me has only grown in urgency every minute, every night, every heartbeat for the last two years and I wonder what the fuck I was waiting for.
Then I remember. Her fucking piece-of-shit father, my parole officer and a girl that looked at me like I was a monster.
She’s not looking at me like I’m a monster right now, but my own doubt still lingers even as the rage and mistrust I’ve harbored for so long seeps out of me with each of her gentle touches.
“I’m really not hungry.” Her voice is husky in the darkness, the low buzzing fluorescent bulbs in the office and along the far wall matching the vibration between us. “If my car isn’t ready, I’ll just get my dad to come pick me up… I don’t want you to go out of your way any more than you have.”
“No.” I heave out the word, trying not to scare her. I’m the boogeyman in the basement, an ex-con taking a sweet thing like her back to his lair, but I can’t seem to work out why she’s had the sudden change of heart about me. “Are you scared here? With me?”
She shakes her head and I think I see a flicker of pity in her eyes and I hate it. This armor I’ve grown is long worn, its earliest necessity coming when pity was replaced by cruelty. My looks even as a kid brought ridicule, then my temper and misdirected hyper sort of energy only served to make me more of an outsider even on the playground.
“Why would I be scared? Do you intend to hurt me?”
I look at her ripe tits, so well hidden under her blouse, but the evidence of her dark nipples shows through, fueling the rampage of lust tightening like a wound spring in my belly.
“I’d hurt anyone that hurt you. But I’ll never hurt you.”
“You’d hurt someone who hurt me?” There’s genuine surprise in her eyes and I’m happy that my answer chased away the hint of pity I saw there earlier.
“Maybe I have already.”
“Really?” She flutters her eyes shut on a disbelieving exhale.
I twitch my shoulder, turning into her and taking the leap, brushing the backs of my fingers across her warm cheek. The sensation has me spinning, rolling thunder rumbling in my chest as she brings her hands to my forearm, holding it in a soft grip, not to pull it away, but to keep it in place.
“Annie,” I say, giving in to the explosion roaring through me, painful and exquisite at the same time. I don’t know if I want to press on. Hope wells up inside me like the bait on a hook, ready to jerk me from the warmth of the moment into the knife ready to pierce my heart. “Don’t play with me.”
“Aren’t we playing?” she answers, her eyes searching mine as her breathing quickens and my pulse feels like it’s going to pound through my temples. The mixture of her innocent, naïve exterior and the tempting vixen in her eyes has me drunk and wavering on what to do next.
“I’m not. I’m done playing. We’ve been playing for two fucking years and for the life of me I can’t remember why.”
Acknowledgement shines in her eyes, an agreement softening her face, and in that moment we are in the same place and I want to devour her and make sure this feeling never leaves us.
“You’re shaking.” She looks at her hands still on my forearm. “Are you scared of me?”
Yes, because you’re doing things to me that could make me love you. That could drive away all the walls and mortar I’ve built around me to keep me from feeling like this.
“Naw, Cupid. Not scared.”
“Cupid?”
“Yeah. You shot me with your arrow, baby. Pierced my armor with that sweet, cupid face of yours.”
As the thought tumbles in my head, I answer her with a kiss that explodes from me onto her sweet lips as she squeaks in surprise., I’m already lost in her flavor, gorging myself on the taste I’ve dreamed of for too long, and it’s better than any conjuring of fantasy I played out in my mind while I fisted myself and released more violent orgasms thinking of her than I can count.
What makes me most depraved is, I’ve saved something from many of those fantasies for her. Because I’m a sick piece of work. But I push away the thought of my perverse mementos for the moment, listening to her soft moan as my tongue wraps around hers, pulling it forward.
All the time wasted releases itself from the prison inside of me and I push her into the back of her car, bracing my arms on the sides of her waist, my hips pumping against nothing, ready to be inside her sweet pussy making sure it knows who it belongs to now.
In all my time following her and watching her, there were a few times I saw dudes looking at her. I gave them a visit and an encyclopedia of reasons why they should never look at her again. We may not have been together, but I made sure no one else thought she was available, because she wasn’t. Isn’t. Will never be.
My tongue moves to her neck, licking and sucking as my cock becomes so enraged at how long I’ve put this off for, I don’t know if I could stop now if I tried.
“God, that feels good.” Her voice shakes with a trembling surprise.
“You didn’t know how good it could feel, did you?”
She shakes her head as I go back to the nape of her neck and listen to her broken moan. “No, God, I didn’t. But, wait…I really should go, I have work in the morning…”
Pride erupts inside of me as I hear what she says, but she makes no attempt to get away. Another soft moan of my name seeps from her pink lips as I work my hand down to her waist, untucking her shirt and working the buttons open as I trace her ear with my tongue, driving my thigh between her legs until her hot cunt is mounted on top.
I open her blouse, tearing it off her shoulders as she looks at me and I’m afraid any second indifference will return to her eyes and this moment will end with the fragile feelings of hope going up in flames. My worry disappears when Annie’s hips start to wiggle on my leg, and I don’t think this could get any better.
And then it does.
“I’ve imagined this,” she hisses, rubbing herself in little spasms along the hard muscles above my knee. “I shouldn’t tell you…”
“You should fucking tell me.” I bang my fists on the trunk of the car, the pulsating urge to possess her in every way making me want to break something at the thought she’s holding anything back from me.
“I’ve thought of you. Of us. Doing this…more than this, too.” I look at her face, the flush of innocence on her cheeks and the way her eyes widen, looking for acceptance, and I give it to her.
I shift her body, driving my hips between her legs as I lift her onto the trunk of her car, crushing my hard length against the heat between her thighs, pushing her skirt up and working her bra off in a frenzy.
My hips start to grind into her, and there’s nothing dry about our humping, I can feel the wetness soaking into my jeans as my blood burns through my veins and I take one of her dark nipples into my mouth, her hands tugging at my hair as she pushes my knit cap out of the way and it falls to the floor.
I work back and forth, her body shaking and tits bouncing with the force of my rutting against her, and I imagine my pre-cum soaking through my jeans from the inside, mixing with her own warm nectar, and it’s as close to perfection as I’ve ever been.
“I imagined this too,” I grit out as I rake my teeth over her nipples and her thighs open wider, her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her, and I’m intoxicated by her desire. Addicted to the
thought that she wants me in the way I’ve wanted her.
A tightness seizes my chest as thoughts of her wet pussy take over, and I know grinding against her like this won’t be enough. Her scent flows through me and I drop down, planting her feet on my shoulders as I drive my nose into the wet fabric between her soft thighs.
I moan in response, white lights dancing behind my lids as my need for her grows into a crazed fever and I take a long, slow lick as her sweet nectar brands me, putting her mark on me.
Binding me to her for all time.
“I thought of this for so long.” I reach up and tug down a pink cotton thong, one I’ve seen her bouncing around her room wearing many times before, and I stuff it into my back pocket as I rip open the snaps on my vest and let it slip down my back.
I flip off her shoes, fix her feet on my shoulders again and lean forward.
“I told you I was hungry, and you’re the all-I-can-eat buffet.”
Chapter 5
Annie
There’s a ringing in my ears, a reverberation pounding in my head.
Because I’m screaming.
God, this man’s mouth, it’s everywhere. And at the same time, it’s in the one, infinitesimally perfect spot that has me shuddering and clamping my thighs around his ears.
His enormous hands are tucked tight into the crease of where my thighs bend into my hips, holding me steady, and the moment of hesitation and insecurity I had when I figured out what was about to happen turns to vapor as his tongue teaches my pussy what it means to be schooled.
He runs his dark beard over my sensitive flesh, making me wince at the rough texture. It feels like he’s giving me a part of him. Every time I open my eyes and look down, between heaving breaths and focused spasms of delight, he’s staring up at me like I’m on life support and he’s on watch for the flatline.
He’s eating me like it’s life or death, his tongue flicking and spinning at my opening. Then he’s back to that other spot that has me grabbing at my hair and digging my heels into his hard shoulders.
Between the screams, his name chokes from my throat, battling with the air, trying to move through me to my burning lungs. His tongue winds and vibrates like the toy I use at night or in the shower when I’m thinking of him, but I didn’t know a human tongue could do those things.
But his? Oh my God, his does that and more, feeling like it’s growing, getting bigger. The thought of a tongue sort of hard-on makes me half giggle and I look down to see his intense stare flicker with doubt, but I fix it right away because I think if he stops now, my heart will stop right along with him.
“I’m not laughing at you. I just, it’s just…ah, God, please…” I try to twist from his grip as his teeth dance on the raw nerves making me want to beg for more and pull away at the intensity.
“What please?” He runs his tongue around his wet lips and the scent of my arousal spins with the pungent smells of the garage.
“Don’t stop. It’s your tongue. Like, it feels like it’s getting bigger, thicker…like a cock…like a tongue hard-on growing.”
There’s a fire that flashes in his eyes as he takes a finger and slips it inside of me, his lips circling my clit, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
How I didn’t give in to the deep-set quiver he set off inside me before now, I can’t remember or begin to imagine. I know there were reasons, but whatever they were they evaporate into the ether because right now, he is everything, and I want it all.
I swallow hard as his tongue works my clit, relentless, until my muscles twitch and my insides freeze. He doesn’t stop and God, I don’t want him to, he’s holding me over the edge, dangling me there with his mouth and the only way to freedom comes from his mouth.
There’s a place inside of me I’ve never allowed anyone to see. The wildness, the wanting, the girl that does things that would make the church ladies huddle and whisper. And Chewy is setting that part of me free as his tongue turns to a rapid fire of flicks and twists, until tears seep out of my eyes and convulsions of a magnitude I couldn’t imagine take my body, binding my throat and sending my mind into the stratosphere.
I’m whimpering, calling out, and in the midst of it all, I hear my own voice.
“Please, fuck me. I need that right now. I need you right fucking now.”
This man I pushed away for so long now feels like my savior and I want all of him and I want to give him all of me. It’s something I’ve saved; why, I’m not sure. I had plenty of chances to give in to teenage and college lust, but I always stopped before things went very far.
It never felt right until now. The lust I see in his eyes belongs to me and I want to be the one to slake it.
My plea for copulation makes Chewy’s nostrils flare and even in the dim light, I see the change in his face. He goes from raw, carnal desire to a palpable vibration of victory.
“You’re tight. Very tight. You’ve never fucked anyone before have you, Cupid?”
I shake my head. “I’m not sure why—” I start but he cuts me off.
“Because you’ve waited for me. Saved it for me.” The muscle in his chest hardens and starts to twitch and as awestruck as I was at his half-naked body moments ago, now the clench inside me turns painful as his eyes tell me there’s no turning back. I’m his to use, his to relieve himself, to claim.
A yip of fear rises in my throat as he flips me up and into his arms, making me feel small and delicate even as my generous belly drapes over the waistband of my skirt but I don’t even care.
He wants me, I feel it in my marrow and it ignites a reserve of confidence and sexuality I didn’t know I had.
“I’m going to fuck you. My tongue was first, my finger second, but it’s my cock that’s going to take you all the way.”
We reach the top of the stairs and he kicks open a door as I flip my head around and scan the space.
There’s a low light on over the white stove in the small kitchen and a lit lamp next to a clean, modern sofa with red pillows. It’s wide open and there’s a scent of coffee and cleanliness which is echoed by the professional-looking stainless steel espresso maker on the kitchen counter and the way every surface is simple and shining.
This man that makes people cross to the other side of the street is a neat freak. The giant loft-type space with exposed old brick is elegantly and minimally furnished with glass and wood tables. But across the room is where we are headed and it’s a moment later Chewy tosses me onto the soft navy-blue comforter making me bounce on the mattress.
It takes me a moment to focus back on him and when I do, I see him kick off his boots, tug off black socks and a second later, I realize he’s commando because when he drops his jeans to the floor, there’s nothing keeping me from gasping when I see the predator that’s standing like a punishment waiting to happen.
To me.
What have I done?
His thick fingers wrap around the base in a death grip that forces a burst of clear liquid from the tip and I’m hypnotized by the magnitude of solid flesh he’s holding.
Light from the street filters in around him and his dark Hulk-like form makes me shiver. The erection he’s fisting looks painful, with a purplish helmet gleaming with pre-cum and I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than my pussy can chew, so to speak.
“I could barely get my tongue inside that sweet tightness you’ve saved for me. You’re sure about this?”
He gives me a moment, I see the flash of conflict in his eyes. He’s giving me an out, but I can see from the fire in his eyes, me opting out would not be his choice.
“I’m sure,” I answer as I put an exclamation point at the end of my words by slipping my skirt down and off my ankles, leaving me naked on his bed as I reach down and slip my index and middle fingers between my wetness, my teeth pulling my top lip between them as I lock my eyes on his. “My pussy is sure too. See?”
I withdraw my hand, splay my fingers apart and strings of my webbed lubrication fill the V space between them. Th
e deep rumble that comes from Chewy’s chest centers itself in my core and it feels like the whole room is shaking around us.
A pained grunt catches in his throat as his hand drops down and he gives his mammoth balls a squeeze. “I’ve saved up for you too. A pound or more. You’re going to feel me running down your legs for a week.”
“I’ll let you know. Right now, you’re a lot of talk.” I entice him, easing my knees open and feeling the cool air on the heat radiating between my thighs. That wicked, wild woman I’ve kept undercover for so long is tearing through me and taking over.
“I’ve waited two fucking years to get my nut off inside you. Talking time is over.” I see the rough edges melting away as I smile, giving no protest to his clear statement that he has no plans to wear a condom or pull out of me, and as much as my logical brain is screaming at me to get off this rollercoaster, the new Annie, who wants to ride the lightning, shuts that down and goes for broke.
In one graceful movement, he covers me with his body, nearly crushing me before he holds his weight with his arms and I feel the first brush of the tip of his cock slipping down, finding my opening and holding steady as my heart is about to beat out of my chest.
“I know I’m about to hurt you, Cupid, but you need to know, once your virgin cunt takes me inside, you could hurt me a thousand times more.”
The stone cold hard-ass I’ve watched for so long softens, and I see in his dark eyes that his isn’t just a fuck for him. It’s something that looks new, frightening, and in a way, I feel like maybe it’s his first time for something as well.
I watch as he takes a shaking breath and closes his eyes as he starts to stretch me. He grits his teeth when I feel the resistance and watch him shake his head.