by Shey Stahl
Destry’s fingers curled around the waist band of my tights, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “These look uncomfortable. I should take them off.”
“They’re awful,” I teased, glancing up at the ceiling, afraid to watch as he removed my pants. Open beams and florescent lights of the ceiling were my only view.
Was this really happening? Was I about to have sex with my personal trainer? Did that scream hoochie? Of course it did. Did that stop me? Not a snowball’s chance in hell.
Shifting his weight, Destry tugged my pants over my ass. When he had them off, he tossed them over his shoulder, my panties not far behind.
Destry, meet my pussy. She sent you a friend request a couple of weeks ago.
Thanks for accepting.
My eyes traveled back to his and he smirked, so sexy, so sinful, as if he knew what I was thinking, and ran his hands from my hips up over my ribs and then to my breasts, cupping them. Then he went back to my hips, angled them and ground against me.
Fuck. Just fuck!
Tallan, meet Destry’s dick. You’re about to be good friends.
His hands roamed up my sides, over my breasts and then behind my back. With a twist of his fingers and a yank, my breasts fell out of my bra, on display. His eyes never left mine as his hands brushed over them and I gasped, my nipples hardening.
His mouth curved into a smile, eyes trained on mine, so intent, yet somewhat confused at the same time. Why hasn’t he kissed me yet?
With his hands cupping my breasts again, his thumbs rubbed over my nipples, and then pinched, hard; they puckered in response. My body jerked at the sensation, but I didn’t have time to respond when Destry replaced his mouth where his hands were. His soft tongue caressed my nipples, and I was jealous of my nipples because he hadn’t even kissed me yet.
I moaned though, my hands flying to fist his thick dark hair, forcing his head to stay there. He had no complaints and did as I asked. As he rocked against my hips, his erection slid against my center. Okay, so he wanted this as badly as I did. Only he hadn’t removed his goddamn shorts yet.
What the fuck? Take your damn shorts off!
“Take these off.” Raising my feet from the floor, I used them to try to pull down his shorts.
“I can’t,” he mumbled around my nipple, shaking his head slightly. “When I take them off, I’m fucking you. When you scream, I’m not stopping.”
Oh, uh… damn.
His mouth moved from my right nipple, to my left and then up my chest. His hands moving to cradle my head, angling it so he could kiss the exposed skin of my neck.
Damn you. Kiss me!
Teasing me some more, open-mouth kisses assaulted my heated skin. I couldn’t get enough and judging by his frantic movements, he couldn’t either.
“Destry,” I moaned. “Please, just fuck me. I’m practically begging you.”
He made a throaty sound, like a rumble from deep within that shook my body and made me shiver. “Do you know what you’re asking for?” His mouth was at my jaw moving leisurely toward my mouth.
“I do, please!” More than anything, I was dying for him to finally kiss me. He’d been so close but hadn’t and when I thought he might, he pulled back.
Did he have something against kissing?
When his hips pushed forward, I knew what I was missing all this time.
This. Being fucked.
Who was I kidding? I knew all along I was missing this.
He smiled, one side higher than the other, drawing back to look at me. The smile he gave me was one I hadn’t seen yet as he searched my eyes. It wasn’t a playful smile nor was it teasing or condescending. It was just a smile, boyish in a sense. It displayed his youth in a way I wouldn’t have expected from him. Especially at a time like this.
Holding my head with both hands, he leaned in tentatively, teasing now. But then it happened. His mouth lowered to mine, soft and gentle as his lips parted. And before I knew it, his tongue was pleading with mine.
He kissed me.
Destry Stone kissed me.
His kissing, much like anything else he did was full of passion and rage. With every move he made, I was alive, energy vibrating through me, as if he was seeping life back into me. Life I didn’t even know I was missing until him.
I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying desperately to get closer to him as our lips became frantic. He grabbed at my thighs, my hips, my face, anything he could get a hold of and pushing himself between my legs, dry-humping the fuck out of me as his lips did their own fucking.
“Take your shorts off,” I demanded.
He chuckled against my lips. “No.”
Fucker.
Our mouths went crazy, assaulting each other, tongues sliding, lips twisting, sucking, an all-in sort of kiss. My lungs ached for a breath, but I wasn’t willing to stop. It was the kind of kiss I would give up breathing to feel. I would die for it, as drastic as that sounded.
While his hands were strong and confident as they swept over me earlier, dominating in a sense, his mouth wasn’t. It was the softer side of him—as long as he wasn’t speaking. I never heard anything nice these last few weeks from his sharp tongue, but his lips were tender, caressing, loving.
After a moment, Destry eased away, needing to breathe and I was pleasantly happy to see he was just as winded and panting, and incapable of saying anything.
His hands did wander south though, exactly where I wanted them to be. Long, strong fingers caressed between my legs. He pushed in, instantly wet with my arousal. A low rumble escaped him. He pushed his fingers so deep his knuckles pressed against my opening. Fuck, that was good. I squeezed my eyes shut, rolling my hips into his hand.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” Stroking me once, twice, and then he pulled away just as quickly. Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth and then sucked on them.
Damn.
“Can’t hide much from you, can I?”
“We’re even.” His voice was lower, crackling as he spoke. “I know you felt me earlier today.”
“I did.” Breathing slow and easy, I was trying not to give myself away too soon. He didn’t need to know how badly I wanted him.
Nope. He had enough going for him. I needed at least one advantage over him. Too bad my pussy was already desperately needing to be friends with him when she saw him in the shower. Bitch gave it all away.
A sudden chill wrecked me. And I couldn’t fight it anymore. It wrenched through my body when he kissed me again. I smacked at his chest. “I’m being fucking serious. Fuck me. Right now.”
I was about to rip his shorts off him when he started to pull away. Unwilling to break the connection, I grabbed onto his concrete shoulders to make him stay, rocking my hips against his.
“I’ll be right back,” he mumbled, swallowing with some effort. “I need a condom.”
I nodded frantically and let go of him.
Yes. Finally!
As I lay there in the ring, naked, staring at the ceiling, I started to imagine what if someone walked down here?
He was gone all but a minute and returned with a condom, but his shorts were still on. I sat up on my elbows, eyeing him from head to toe. “Are you kidding me? Take those goddamn things off.”
He smirked again as he ducked down under the ropes. He came closer to where I was in the middle of the ring, and started to remove his shorts but stopped, leaving them hanging dangerously low on his hips so I could see those hard, ripped muscles of his stomach. And, oh, that perfect V that made women like me crazy. He also had those veins popping out near his hip bones that I found so sexy on men. Damn.
My eyes then cut back to the sharp V that formed, leading to where I so desperately wanted to see up close and not blinded by steam and water.
Come to me, baby.
He dropped the condom on the floor beside my hip. He wasn’t moving so I got the idea that he wanted me to remove his shorts. Was he waiting for me to do it?
I took th
e wink he gave me as the go-ahead and moved to my knees in front of him.
Slowly, I pulled his shorts down to his feet and then ran my hands up his long lean legs until I reached the top. Without looking at the dick in my face, saving the prize for last, I gave Destry a smile and then my eyes drifted south.
Yep. Cock model material. I knew it.
Hard, smooth, bare, perfect size, no weird kinks or bends. My mouth was jealous, so I let her play.
He knew what I was about to do and moved his hands from my shoulders to cradle my head. When my tongue tentatively touched the tip, he gasped.
I loved it when men had audible reactions during sex. It gave me the self-confidence I needed. Slowly, I let my mouth glide all the way down. He smelled so good, clean, like soap and laundry sheets and all man.
When I had him all the way in my mouth, his hands gripped my hair so tightly I thought he ripped some hair out. It was clear nothing about Destry was gentle, aside from his lips. I wasn’t sure he knew how to be gentle. And I was okay with that.
He’d warned me of that.
His hips moved on their own will, it seemed, his hands guiding my mouth over his hardness rougher than I would have expected. I gagged a few times but held my own.
He gasped. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I moaned, not wanting to take his dick from my mouth. I was that attached to him. “I want you, right now.”
With a yank, he pulled my hair, angling my head back to look at him. “How bad?”
Again, I moaned around his dick.
Suddenly, he moved me back, the sound of my mouth leaving his dick making a pop. He pushed back on my shoulders, so I was laid flat on the ring. “I’m dying to be inside you,” he whispered. “I need to be. I have to be.” His words left me blushing, skin on fire. “I can’t take it any longer.”
Dropping to his knees, he reached for the condom, eyes on mine, watching, waiting for me to say anything. I didn’t say a word, so his body came in line with mine. The weight of his strong naked body on mine took the breath straight from my lungs for a moment.
Yes. Finally!
His hands fumbled with the package before he ripped it open with his teeth. The package fell away as he took the condom in his left hand between his fingers. Rising up slightly, he looked down to put the condom on. When he finished, he stared at me, waiting once more. The desire between us was mutual, a need that could only be met by this. Pressing forward, his slick chest slid against mine. The sensation made me shiver as his body came in line again.
I could feel him at my entrance. His weight leaned to the right as his left hand moved between us. He took a firm grasp on himself and moved his dick back and forth against my entrance and clit.
In response, I arched into him, the friction making me gasp, my breasts pressing into him. He took that moment to kiss across my heated skin, wet kisses that left a cool sensation in their wake. Then, with no hesitation, he pushed forward, his hard length fully sheathed inside me for the first time.
“Oh God,” I whispered, knowing there was no turning back now.
“Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” Destry let out a groan, his body trembling with the movement.
I wanted to say something right then, let him know how long it’d been for me, but I didn’t. I didn’t think I could actually speak. When he entered me, my God it was good. A warm tingling sensation took over. His hips twitched, his body shuddering with relief of finally being inside me, as if it had been a while for him too. His grip on me slipped slightly as he tried to gain control.
His left hand moved and slammed against the floor beside my head as his lips traveled from my chest to my lips again. I gladly welcomed his mouth back.
He seemed like he wanted to, and by his erratic movements, he could come at any second.
Some guys started out slow during sex, eased into things. Others went crazy, jack rabbited and had your boobs bouncing so much that they were beating the shit out of your chin.
Not Destry.
He fucked.
It wasn’t necessarily fast, but hard, deliberate movements that seemed decisive. Moving inside me, skin slapping skin, eyes boring into mine, it was clear.
He was fucking me.
I sounded like a broken record, but it was all so much to process. That was the other thought I kept going back to. There was some aggression there. So forceful it was damn near painful, but it was so good I looked past the pain. He was right: pain could be pleasurable. I would have never known that. This was so different from any other sexual experience I’d had.
With Silas, we were young and didn’t know anything. With Jared, it was awkward. We were too good of friends and I think that ruined it for us.
Every other time I’d had sex had been very different from this.
Then there was Weston. A dude I met at a bar my senior year in college. He wanted me to stick my finger up his ass. I never called him back. Even went so far as to have Jared lie to him and convince him I died in a car accident. There were others and honestly, I didn’t remember much about them. Just that for me, sex had never been something where I got it right the first time.
That changed when I had sex with Destry Stone. He was amazing. My pussy had, for sure, found her soul mate. With Destry, this wasn’t either of those. I didn’t love Destry. Wasn’t even sure I liked the guy. That allowed me to feel so much more in that moment.
He was very much like his fighting style. First move, all in. He didn’t wait, he wasn’t patient, and if he saw a weakness, he reacted. There was no hesitation on my part either. Once he kissed me, it was as if my clothes peeled themselves away. I wasn’t self-conscious like I thought I would be either. No. I was horny.
It’d been way too long.
Destry didn’t say much. Words weren’t needed. He knew what he was doing and, damn if I didn’t think Stella was the stupidest bitch around for letting him get away, purely on a sexual scale. I didn’t care how fucked up the guy was. If he could fuck like Destry, you tolerated the bullshit.
My hips ground against his, desperate for what had been hanging in the air tonight. Release. My body was so close to the edge I could see the cliff and willingly wanted to jump.
Destry was the hardest person to read. I never thought I’d get a good understanding of him. Now was different. The craving, the want, the desire, whatever, it was clear right then he wanted what we were doing. For someone who was so hard to judge, I could tell he wanted this as badly as I did.
After a while, the longer he moved, the more my body screamed for him, and he knew it. A teasing smile presented itself as he watched me. When he pulled out, he aggressively slammed back inside, grunting with the motion as his head fell back.
I was at a loss for words at the sensations that shot through me. Part of me wondered if this was going to be quick. I wanted this to last all night. Probably because I didn’t know if it would ever happen again with Destry.
He began to move a little faster. And thinking of him getting off made my entire body burst into flames. It didn’t need much stimulation down there, but with the way this man moved, the way those powerful hips rubbed over my happy spot, damn, he could knock a bitch off quick.
Within the first five minutes, my first orgasm exploded through my body, my nails digging into his shoulders, moans released in gasping breaths into the cool dingy basement. For a moment, his thrusts that kept moving me across the ring—with my ass sliding on the floor only to have him wrap his hands up and under my shoulders—lost their rhythm and became erratic, but then he slowed, for a second. “Fuck, you came, didn’t you?” he mumbled lowly, the lilt in his voice vibrating my throat as he moved his lips to mine.
It was then his mouth returned to mine, kissing me slowly, but then the passion built, and his movements and kisses became wild in their motions, fixated on that same release I’d just experienced.
“Yes….”
I watched his muscles flex with each thrust, defined and straining. He fuck
ed like he acted. With hate. But I loved it because I didn’t feel like he hated me in those moments. He couldn’t get enough of me. Especially with the groan that left his lips and the way one hand squeezed my neck and then the other gripped the flesh of my ass.
His head twisted, his teeth on my neck. “Fuck…,” he grunted, alongside a guttural groan, teeth sinking into my skin. He was right. Pleasure could be painful, and amazing at the same time. His body shook as he rocked against me, spilling inside.
I held onto him, wanting the connection to last as I clasped my hands around his neck. His cock twitched. His thrusts slowed. After pulling out, he ripped the condom off and then put the second on, one I didn’t know he’d brought with him.
“What are you doing?”
His body found mine again, his wet lips moved against my neck as he slid inside as quickly as he’d withdrawn. “One more, please….” As if he had to ask.
I’d fuck this guy for days. No lie.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he drew back. “Get on your hands and knees.” He wasn’t asking. Every word was a delicious demand. “I wanna see that ass I’ve been staring at for weeks.”
I’d been hiding that ass for weeks from his line of vision but still, I did as he said, practically on command. I had no complaints. My palms slapped against the canvas when he gave me a light push on my shoulders.
Turning my head, I raised an eyebrow at him, and smiled, only to have him give me a dark playful look. You know what, if he wanted to dominate me, I was all for that too.
On my hands and knees in the ring, Destry placed one hand on my hips and then the other tangled in my hair, yanking my head back.
When he pressed forward, his left hand tugged on my hair, pulling my body into his. I only wished I could have seen him. He started out slow, grinding deep into me. I loved this position. Each time he drove into me, it pushed me closer to the edge. Immediately, the burn deep inside me that had been building settled in the pit of my stomach. The rise came fast—that tingling in my gut and then the rush of hotness from my feet to my upper thighs flooded my body with endorphins.