by Hazel Parker
We spun as he took me to the back to some bedroom, ducking carefully to make sure I didn’t bang my head. I already had my shirt off by this point, down to just my bra and my slacks. I kicked off my heels behind his back.
And then I felt like I was falling.
Because I literally was falling… falling to the bed. I let out a cry in shock, but when I landed and bounced, I just laughed in excitement. Burke then took off his shirt, and I told him to stand there for a second.
“I have to admire this,” I said. “This is fucking incredible.”
I had almost gotten his shirt off the night before and had seen some of his upper torso, but when I looked at him now, with the sun having not yet set, glistening off his body, the first thought that came to mind was “like a Greek God.” He had perfectly sculpted abs; his chest muscles were so big and so well defined, I felt like I could have used them as dinner plates; his arms and forearms were gloriously huge; and his shape from his shoulders down to his lower abs was the closest thing I had seen to a full V.
And that didn’t even get me started on the devil’s horns just above his groin, the little cut that had me fantasizing about what was just an inch, maybe even half an inch, beneath his jeans’ belt line.
Holy hell. I was so horny I began to think I might climax just looking at him. I mean, fuck, it had been over ten years since I’d gotten laid! What was I supposed to do, pretend that I was more experienced than I was?
Not a chance. I was going to lean fully into the fact that it had been far too long since I’d been laid. I would use my inexperience as a bonus—everything was new and exciting to me, and everything was going to feel good almost by default. If it didn’t, we’d try something new, but there was something incredibly erotic about the fact that I had no negative associations with anything related to sex.
Well, besides with liars and assholes, but Burke was neither, so we were good there.
“Too many clothes,” Burke said as he came over me, kissing my neck.
I moaned and writhed as his kissing turned into nibbling. I didn’t give a fuck if it left a mark; if anything, maybe it would scare Jose off for good. But that didn’t matter; no, it only mattered that I was with Burke right now and getting what I had wanted the night before.
When he worked his way down to my bra, he didn’t remove it at first, preferring to slide it to the side so he could kiss and suck on my breasts. There was just something about my breasts begging to break free of the bra that made it all the more intense when he actually did get around it; it was just as good, but it was the thrill of having my clothing forcefully brushed aside that doubled the pleasure that I felt.
“Burke…” I gasped. “I need you.”
Burke looked up at me with laser-focused eyes, eyes that got me wetter and hotter by the second. If he hadn’t needed to fuck me, I would have wanted to see if I could come without him touching me. It was just… just…
How the fuck did I go over a decade without experiencing this?
Oh, right, because I went over a decade without meeting Burke.
I was running my fingers over and into his skin everywhere I could, just grasping at anything I could get my hands on. My entire body was tingling, almost like every section of skin was having its own mini orgasms. And Burke hadn’t even gotten to my pants yet—he was still just below my breasts, near my sternum.
I was reaching in vain to grab his groin and feel how much he was packing down there. I knew I wasn’t going to be disappointed. But it was killing me that I couldn’t get to him! His height was preventing me from reaching down there!
“Damnit, Burke!” I groaned.
But that didn’t stop him. Nothing did—because whatever feelings he had last night about needing to take things slow had gone out the window as he craved me.
Finally, he got to my slacks. He paused for just a moment, looking up at me with his deep brown eyes. They held my gaze before he smirked.
“I don’t think I’m ready.”
“Oh fuck off!” I said, slamming his head back into my crotch.
Just the pressure of having him there, even though I had pants on, was enormously pleasurable. And no, even if he were serious, it was too late. I would have wrapped my legs around his head so he couldn’t escape until he made me cum.
Burke got the picture, though. He pulled my pants and my underwear down in one swift motion, leaving me completely naked in a matter of seconds.
Lying on the bed there naked, with Burke in his jeans, was admittedly something of a surreal feeling. Sure, the buildup definitely told me there was a ninety-nine percent chance that this was heading toward sex, but once I was naked…
It was real. There was no going back now. I was going to have sex with Burke. This little spell I had put myself under to convince myself I didn’t need men was finally coming to a close.
It’s about damn time.
Now that we had cast aside our jokes and our prior sincerity about waiting, it was like Burke could literally not wait another second. He practically dived for me, latching his lips onto mine and kissing me. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and felt a warm rush all over my body.
And that was just from the kiss.
Soon, he was eating me out, licking me up and down, side to side, in different shapes and patterns. The rush of pleasure that followed engulfed my body, pinning to the bed and capturing me with its intensity.
It was like being on the world’s greatest roller coaster, like being on his bike amplified to the tenth degree. I grabbed onto his shaved head and just held on for dear life, trying not to make it obvious that I was going to come in what felt like less than ten seconds. I groaned and shook, trying to prevent its early arrival, but it was just too much.
My legs quivered and my feet trembled. My breathing intensified as my breasts and chest blushed red. I paused for just a second.
“Burke… Burke… Buuuuuuurke…. Ohhh….”
And then I released. I screamed as the warmth cascaded over me, crashing into me after being held back for over a decade. Not since… ever had I had an orgasm this satisfying. No one had ever given it to me like this. No one had ever made me feel like this.
No one could match Burke Kyle.
Who was still fucking going!
Despite my intense shaking and twitching within his grasp, he had such strength that he was holding me in place, his hands on my ass and hips. I had to fucking beg for him to stop, nearly kicking him in the face from the intensity of the pleasure. I rolled over onto the bed, face down, panting so much I was pretty damn close to crying.
“Oh my God…” I said.
Why did I ever wait this long! Holy fuck!
“Good, huh?” Burke said.
I just laugh-cried again.
It took so long to come down from that orgasm, I wouldn’t have blamed Burke for leaving or just sticking his cock in me. But like the gentleman he was, he didn’t do any such thing, preferring to stay back until I was ready.
And then, when I was, I was determined to give it to him like he’d given it to me.
I turned around and crawled to the edge of the bed, demanding him to come to me. He did, putting his hands on his jeans to remove them.
“Uh,” I said. “Those are for me to take off.”
Burke raised his hands as if surrendering to me. Good. He needed to. He was mine and mine alone—no one was ever going to have him again, not with the experience that I was about to give him.
I unbuttoned his pants in a hurry, like a dog in heat. I yanked his pants down and had to move my head out of the way as his cock sprung out from his boxers. It would have been giant on a man of average height; on Burke, it still seemed huge. I put my hand on it, marveling at not just its length but its girth. You sure you can fit that in you?
Guess we’re about to find out.
“Mmm, Burke,” I said, gently stroking him. “If I had known you had this… why, I think we might have been doing this a lot sooner.”
As typical, Burke didn’t say a word. That was fine. I didn’t want him talking right now.
I opened my lips and licked them before fitting his tip in my mouth, noticing how it took me opening my mouth quite a ways to get him in me. It certainly was a lot bigger than Blake was or what I had expected other men to be. But I wasn’t concerned about what Burke was going to do for me.
I was concerned with what I was going to give Burke.
And let me say, I didn’t just suck his dick. I swallowed his dick, gulping and making sloppy sounds as I stroked. Burke kept swearing at the pleasure, and I could feel him stiffening within me. I was determined to make sure he never went back to any of the club girls ever again—he would have no reason to if I was giving it to him.
“You fucking like that,” I said when I came up for breath.
Burke could only groan. He even put his hands on his head, as if stunned that anyone could make him feel so good. I just laughed, almost a wicked laugh, knowing I had him under my control.
I played with his balls as I stroked him some more, licking them and fitting them into my mouth. That seemed to be the magic trick for Burke because his moans got a hell of a lot louder than before. I reminded myself to resort to that technique the next time I wanted him to come—the way he was groaning, it seemed like a certainty.
But I wasn’t done. No, Burke was going to come while he was inside of me. He’d need a condom, of course—I already had spotted a few on a desk nearby—but he wasn’t allowed to finish until he’d made me come at least one more time.
Maybe two more times.
Just when I heard him say “oh, so close,” I pulled back, gave it a few more strokes for good measure, and then sat back, falling to the bed on my back, my legs spread.
“Come fuck me,” I said. “And fuck me, Burke. Don’t make love to me. Fuck me!”
I was desperate to feel him in me. He hurried over to the side of the bed, put a condom on, and then crawled on the bed. He moved slowly over me at first, hovering.
That wasn’t fast enough.
I grabbed him by the neck and kissed him passionately, my tongue darting in and out of his mouth. I grabbed his cock with one of my hands and guided him to my pussy. It was a slow entry, in part because he was so big that I had to adjust to him inch by inch.
But once he got all the way in…
I had used to believe that women who screamed loudly during sex were just faking it. Surely, they couldn’t have screamed like that in real life, right?
Wrong.
I just hadn’t had really good, bed-rattling sex before this moment. The way Burke got so deep the thought he was going to split me was believable. Admittedly, the first minute or so bordered on discomfort, probably a mixture of his size and the time that had gone by without getting laid. But now?
Oh, now, it was on.
Burke was a good boy, holding his cum in for what felt like an hour. We traded positions, rattled the bed, slammed into the wall, almost broke each other… I didn’t just come again. Or even two more times.
I think I came four more times in total, each position somehow getting me off. I knew I was going to be the sorest woman in all of California the next day, but it was worth it. We’ve got to do this more often.
The position that finally finished Burke off was when he stood me up against the wall and pressed into me. From this position, he had to lift me up, but by pushing me against the wall, he was able to require less strength—a benefit as he approached orgasm, given his muscles started to give out the closer he came to coming.
It turned out that I lied. I didn’t come five times.
I came one final time right as Burke did, my head tucked forward out of fear I would slam my head into the wall. I gasped for air as Burke let out grunts and I felt his cock swell, push, then push out a little more. I was, once again, reduced to some mixture of laughing and crying over what had just happened.
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
“Burke…” I gasped.
He just glanced up softly, kissed me, and then pulled out with a groan. There, he gently lowered me to the ground. He headed to the bathroom, removed his condom, and then came back and spread out on the bed.
“I thought I’d be the one who couldn’t walk,” I said with a laugh as I crawled up and snuggled next to him.
Burke was actually smiling, and not just for a moment. He couldn’t shake off the grin—it was almost etched into his face from the way it just didn’t fade.
“You look happy!” I said cheerfully. “Burke! That was amazing!”
“How could it not be when it’s with you?” he said as he leaned over and kissed me again.
“Oh, Burke,” I said. “There’s no one I would rather be with.”
A gentle silence fell over us as I tried to listen to Burke’s heartbeat. It had recovered surprisingly fast and was close to the kind of heartbeat someone would have when they neared sleep. It was slow, rhythmic, and peaceful.
“You going to pass out on me?” I said.
“Just resting my eyes,” Burke said, still wearing that grin.
“Of course you are,” I said, laughing. “I’m not going to go to sleep yet, Burke. That… you go over ten years without having sex and you have something like that… man. I got so consumed with work that I never bothered to get some. But I’m sure as hell glad that I got some with you.”
Burke’s smile slowly began to dissipate, much to my confusion. I tried to soothe him, gently scratch his chest and belly, but there was something I had said that had suddenly put him in something of a foul mood.
“Burke?” I said.
He didn’t respond. This is going to be frustrating. If he can’t express when he’s upset with me…
“Burke? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“Is all that you wanted was sex?”
I sat back, stunned a bit by that. Had I given that vibe? I was certainly horny as hell ever since he’d picked me up, but… I wasn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. I think the fact that Burke was only the second guy I had ever slept with proved my point.
But looking at it from Burke’s perspective, I thought of what I had just said. I’m sure as hell glad that I got some with you. Got some… like it’s a game of getting dick and nothing more. I still thought it was a little shortsighted and not considerate of all of the conversation we’d had in the day or so before, but I could get it. There was something to be said for the idea that the full truth came out after sex, and if that was what was said, it probably could have easily been construed that way.
“Not at all,” I said. “I’m sorry if I gave that impression. I… I don’t necessarily know if it’s a full blown relationship I want. I have so many things I need to figure out. Just even doing this with you, Burke, it was something I couldn’t have seen coming.”
“Do you have an idea of what you want?”
It was another question that I suppose I should have made clearer, but I didn’t even know the answer myself.
“I guess if you look at my past… the only guy I slept with before you, I dated for three years. But I also wasn’t in the position I am now.”
You were working just as hard then, though. Your responsibilities and impact just weren’t as great.
“I’m just trying to figure it out, Burke. I don’t want to promise anything. But here’s what I can tell you sincerely.”
He turned to face me when I said that.
“I think you’re a sweet, genuine guy who hides behind a gruff exterior for completely valid reasons. I think you’re a fearless man who is willing to do anything for the people he loves and cares about. I think you’re someone who is going to make a great husband and father someday. I think you don’t always say as much as you could, but no one’s perfect.”
He smirked at that. It wasn’t a full smile, but at least it was something.
“I like you, Burke. I’m not seeing anyone else. I don’t have an interest in seeing anyone else. H
ell, even if I wanted to, I don’t have the time, and I don’t want to. So you and I are going to take this as far as we can go.”
“Good,” he said, putting his hand around me and scratching my head as I leaned back into him.
And then I had my own questions.
“What about you?”
He took a few moments to collect his thoughts before he resumed speaking to me.
“It’s more than sex for me,” he said. “Much more. Haven’t slept with girls here for a bit, not since meeting you, for sure. But could’ve. I… I like you too.”
He gulped.
“I… I…”
I sat up to look at him. His eyes almost seemed to water.
“I have this fear that accepting you into my life will mean you will die too,” he said.
It was an incredibly brave admission. It, unfortunately, also had some truth to it.
“Don’t worry about career stuff. You are strong. You will be fine. But for me? Can I protect you? Can I keep you safe from the Mercs? I do not know.”
Harshly truthful.
But… no one has made me feel like you, Burke.
“But I will do everything I can. Because you are smart. You take no shit. You can be honest—something that seems to be lacking in the club.”
I laughed at that. I didn’t think the club was full of liars—but the world was full of people who wanted to make them look like it was.
“I want to be with you too,” he said. “I want to be open with you. But it is up to you as well.”
I know, Burke. I know.
I won’t keep you waiting. I will figure this out soon.
“It’s a lot to figure out,” I said.
Then I leaned up and kissed his lips, which still had my taste on them.
“But I’m confident we’ll come to the right answer.”
With that, we passed out for a nap, our first time literally sleeping together.
Chapter 15: BK
That was the best thing that has ever happened to me.
When I woke up, Megan was still asleep on my shoulder, her breathing gentle and soft. Her perfectly sized breasts were resting on my chest. She looked as comfortable as I had ever seen a woman in my life.