To Burn In Brutal Rapture

by Nyla K

  Even with Evangeline, when she slept over we rarely cuddled, and if we did, it felt forced. Everything I did with her felt forced, because it was.

  But with Traci, it’s all easy. Things just seem to happen, which is the most confusing part, because really none of this is supposed to happen.

  Thoughts swirl in my brain until eventually they quiet down, and all that’s left are the calming breaths of my Little Trick tickling my chest.

  I’m so warm.

  In my dream, I’m experiencing the sweetest forbidden pleasure; like biting into the apple.

  Burn…

  Someone’s touching me, and I know it’s wrong, but it feels so good. So brutally delightful.

  Burning.

  I awake out of my reverie to barely any light and fuzziness in my head. A sleeping form is nestled up on my body, which seems to be the source of most of the heat steaming me up right now.

  Something brushes my dick, bringing my attention to how rock fucking solid it is. I swallow thickly and blink in the dark, eyes attempting an adjustment to the light.

  Where am I?

  Oh, right. I’m in Traci’s bed. And she’s still cuddling up to me. Close. So close, we’re practically one person.

  Her front is melded to mine, her leg kind of wrapped around me with the apex of her thighs grinding leisurely against my erection. The sensation is nothing shy of delicious, and it takes a few more moments for my sleepy mind to wrap around the wetness I feel on my cock…

  Through her clothes.

  Gulping hard once more, my hand drifts on its own down her shoulder and side, touching her with light fingers, trailing the warm skin to her ass. My palm grazes over the smooth flesh of her ripe butt and my cock flinches. She feels so good… So luscious and soft.

  Small, yet so damn fierce.

  Tracing the line between her cheek and her thigh blesses me with a content sigh on my neck. God, we’re fucking close right now. It would be so easy to just… slide in.

  The thought releases a needy sound from me while my dick tremors, significantly enough that I think she can feel it. I’m so hard, and she’s so wet, and we’re not supposed to be doing this. Not even a little.

  But it feels unbearably good.

  Traci writhes against me, pressing the perky mounds of her tits into my chest. The animal in me wants to rip the clothes from her flesh so she can do it naked. I need to feel that skin on my skin again. Like that time in the shower.

  I remember the feeling of her soaking wet pussy sliding up and down on my length; how she broke me down then, and she’s breaking me even more now. My self-control is crumbling and falling to bits.

  Curious fingers slip between her thighs from behind, the silken material meeting my touch. She’s wet like this in her sleep. For me.

  I know she wants me inside her, and I’m too far in this thing now. Too deep in it to pull myself out.

  I’m unleashed. I can’t stop these wants anymore… This need to burn.

  My fingers stroke the line of her wet panties, hips jutting forward to rub my cock there, too. My mind is beyond hazy, but my body is in control of my actions now and I just wonder how long I could tease her like this before she wakes up.

  Could I make her come in her sleep?

  The thought is enthralling as I move my hand away and grip her thigh, pulling her into me so I can grind my dick into her pussy. I let out a rough breath and she whines in eagerness, warming my throat and driving me fucking mad. My hips move, slowly, rocking into her over and over while she mewls in my arms like a needy little kitten. It’s not long before she’s trembling and coating me through my boxers, enough that all I want in this world is to push inside and take.

  Fuck, I want to move that soaked material aside and thrust into her. Slow. Deep.

  Jesus, I want this. I can’t stop. I need it.

  Before I’m able to wind myself up any further, Traci’s lips press on my neck in a gentle kiss. And then a bite.

  Just a tiny nip, but it makes me that much harder as her tongue soothes the sore spot where her teeth just connected.

  The guilt, the tiny frisson that’s been holding me together this whole time, telling me I can’t do this… That it’s wrong, because she’s Damien’s daughter and she’s too young. She’s not mine to have…

  Yea, that’s been snuffed right out.

  My desire to take the thing I’m not allowed to have just wore down my conscience and won.

  I’m going to fuck you, Tracien Wright. You’re going to get exactly what you want.

  “Take your clothes off,” I growl in the dark, because now I know she’s awake, and we’re sweating through the sheets.

  If this is the path we’re going down together, I need to make it count.

  She immediately obeys my command, lifting her tank top over her head. I exhale when her naked tits meet the bare flesh of my chest. It feels like I’m in one of my many dreams I’ve had about her, naked and touching me.

  I’m only fifty percent sure this is actually happening right now.

  Traci moves away to slide her panties off, and before I know what’s happening, she’s grasping at my boxers with greedy fingers, ripping them down and launching herself at me.

  She crawls on top of me, grating her wet pussy along every inch of my painfully stiff cock, her lips meeting mine. She kisses me desperately for a moment before I grab her face to slow her down.

  Mmm… My hungry girl.

  “You want me, baby?” My hips lift, my cock seeking solace inside her sweet, warm, wet haven.

  “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Her words are sweet in my mouth as I grab her ass hard until she squeaks.

  I think I’m in a parallel dimension. I can’t believe this is happening and I’m overcome with so much lust I can’t even think straight. I’m shaking.

  “I’m going to own you with my cock, Little Trick,” I bite down on her tasty lower lip. “Is that okay? Are you ready for me?”

  She nods eagerly, her hands trailing all over my body, everywhere she can reach. She’s obviously very excited and though I’m able to control it more, so am I.

  Now that the filter has completely dissipated, and I know we’re doing this, words tumble from my lips, a direct result of all the dirty, filthy things I’ve always wanted to do to her. I mean, in the past few weeks.

  “Jesus, Trix… I want to fuck you so deep you can barely breathe.” My hands slide to cup her tits. “I’m going to turn you out, little girl. So fucking hard. I want to fuck you so damn hard you won’t be able to walk for days.” I grab her by the hair, twisting it around my fist, pulling her throat to my lips. “Mmm… give me that little pussy, baby. Let me wreck you.”

  My cock is so hard it’s throbbing, veins pumping with the excessive pounding of my heart, and I’m breathing heavy beneath my Little Trick, touching her and feeling her and knowing I’m about to lose myself in that body for hours. And I won’t be able to stop.

  It’s so bad, but I want to ruin her. I want to take her over the edge with me.

  You’re an evil man who is absolutely going to Hell.

  Yea, and I’m taking her with me.

  As my jumbled brain is attempting to make sense of whether I have more than one condom in my pants pocket, I become partially aware that Traci’s lips have slowed, and she seems to have stiffened a bit. She’s no longer ravaging me with hungry kisses and eager touches, but now she’s in her head, and not the same way I am.

  So I take her face in my hands and pull back enough to look up at her, heavily shadowed in the darkness of the room. But I can still see her, and she’s breathtaking. Seriously, she’s the most gorgeous young woman I’ve ever gazed upon with my own two eyes.

  But her shiny blues are conveying some trepidation and I need to know what’s going on with my girl before I allow myself to use her sweet body for everything it can give me.

  “What’s wrong?” It comes out like a demand, and she bites her lip, breaking our eye contact. “Tracien, tell
me. Why are you hesitating all of a sudden?”

  “I’m not hesitating, I just…” her voice slips away, and she suddenly seems much less confident than she was a moment ago, when she was grinding and biting.

  “Look at me,” I rasp, and she does, eyes like deep pools of clear blue water set on mine. “What happened?”

  “I want to do everything for you, Lazarus,” she speaks softly, still steady, despite her obvious reservations. “I want to be everything you want, but I’m just… nervous.”

  “Nervous about what?” My forehead lines, and now I’m sort of confused. I don’t want her to be nervous about anything.

  Jesus, I know this is wrong, but I can’t let it be that kind of wrong. I suppose it is a big deal, Traci and me having sex. I can see why she’d be nervous. Shit, maybe I should be nervous??

  “I don’t want you to hurt me,” she breathes, interrupting my internal panic while blinking those wide eyes at me. “I mean, I’m sure I’ll like it, but just this one time… This first time. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt really bad.”

  My body stills as I gape up at her. The whole entire world seems to have stopped spinning in this moment while I process what she just said.

  First time…?

  She continues talking, unaware of the bomb she just dropped right on top of me. “You know, this is my first time, so I just need to get used to it before you…” Then she stops to swallow and her brows lift. “Um, why are you looking at me like that?”

  My face has gone completely still, and my heart is no longer rocking in anticipation, but is now thumping aggressively because I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  What I just heard. She said this is her first time?? She said it twice. Her. First. Time.

  I’m honestly shocked. But then the more my mind runs a mile a minute over everything we’ve done and everything she’s said to me in the past few weeks, about hooking up and her lack of experience, I’m really not too sure why this is such a surprise to me.

  She gave me her first blowjob. And she gets wet and trembles so easily. But I thought that was just because she’s wanted me for so long.

  Her pussy is so damn tight, I can barely fit my fingers inside. I thought it was because she’s young. But really it’s because she’s a virgin.

  She’s a fucking virgin?!

  “Why aren’t you speaking?” Her fingers graze my jaw as I swallow. “Are you turned off?”

  My mouth opens, but I have no idea what to say. I feel like an idiot. Why would I just assume she’s had sex before? Because she’s a stripper? Because she’s eighteen, and I lost my virginity when I was fucking thirteen??

  The girl is quiet and smart, and she thinks about things a lot before she does them, unlike me when I was young.

  Oh my God, I’m a fucking moron. How stupid could I be??

  “I… No. I’m not turned off,” I finally croak, blinking up at her beautiful, worried face. “I’m in awe.”

  A breath slips from between her lips before she says, “You’re in awe? Of what?”

  “You’re a virgin? Really?”

  She looks a little confused herself. “Yes.”

  “How…? Why?” I can’t help sounding like a total dumbass right now. My mind is working through all of this, and it’s making a little more sense.

  Honestly, this revelation is equal parts mesmerizing and terrifying.

  Traci’s cheeks flush, noticeable even in the low light. She looks away and bites her lip, so I reach out and tug it free with my fingers.

  “Tell me why,” my voice comes out rough and impatient. “Why haven’t you had sex before?”

  Her eyes lift back to mine and I think she can see all over my face that I need to hear her say what we both know is the answer to that question.

  “I only ever wanted you.” The words escape like a hushed prayer; a hymn of my own personal salvation.

  Nothing… No words have ever sounded as good as those.

  She leans down, nestling up on my chest while her fingers toil in my hair. “I’ve never had sex with anyone else because you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted it with. I’ve never done anything with anyone other than you, Lazarus. I mean all of it. Kissing, touching. You’re the only one who’s had this part of me.”

  My heart leaps in my chest, hard enough for it to hurt. There’s a blinding elation lancing through me, strong, singeing down to my marrow.

  The knowledge that this girl, this beautiful young woman, has only ever been touched by me, kissed by me, tasted by me… It’s fascinating. Unbelievable, maybe a little disturbing, but captivating beyond belief.

  My blood is running so hot it feels like acid. I can’t tell if I’m ecstatic or morbidly horrified.

  Well, my dick certainly seems to enjoy the news. He’s harder than ever before and ready to slip inside that virgin pussy. To explore territories undiscovered, like Magellan.

  “Are you being serious?” I’m still inherently skeptical, although I see it all much clearer now.

  It makes perfect sense.

  As wrong as it is, this is where we’re supposed to be. This girl is mine, whether or not I want her to be.

  A little smirk tugs at her plump lips, but she smothers it. “Yes, I’m fully serious. How did you not know this? I mean, who do you think I would’ve had sex with? I’ve never even had a boyfriend.”

  This turn in the conversation tightens my chest in something resembling jealousy.

  “I don’t know. Someone. Anyone. Maybe a boy from your school, or someone you met at the club. Jesus, Trix, I have no idea. I just didn’t… expect this.”

  “Are you mad?” She asks in a guilty sort of way. As if I could possibly be mad about something like this.

  “Mad?” I gasp, abruptly sitting up, forcing her back until we’re nose to nose, naked, with her on my lap. “How could I be mad? You’re…” My voice gives out, not knowing what the fuck to say, or even how to begin. “So you really haven’t done anything? With anyone but me?”

  She shakes her head slowly. There are fireworks exploding inside me in the form of rattling nerves and an aggressively pumping heart.

  “I only ever wanted you, Lazarus,” she speaks the words again, over my lips, and I swallow them up like mouthfuls of that tasty, forbidden fruit. “I know I’m stupid. I’m such a foolish girl, harboring this crush for so long. But I can’t help it. I just can’t. You’re the only one for me. At least, that’s what I was hoping for…”

  I witness her swallow, chewing on her lower lip in potential embarrassment or humility. But I don’t see those things. I don’t feel awkward, or guilty, or unsure. Not anymore.

  I feel, for the first time since I was fourteen years old, that I’m in exactly the right place. Despite how anyone else may see it, this was meant to happen this way.

  I think maybe this girl was made for me.

  A ragged breath bursts from my lips before I grab her face and bring her mouth to mine. Quick, hungry and so fucking cherishing. My lips to kiss.

  I taste her, like a delicious candy that only I’m allowed to have, and everything feels so different now. All the guilt and uncertainty has dissolved, and I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

  She’s mine.

  Only mine.

  “You,” I pant on her mouth in between petting her tongue with mine, possessively biting and sucking her lips, “Are the ultimate trickster, did you know that?”

  I can’t help but grin, which she mirrors while we devour each other. Her hands tug at my hair, then run down my shoulders and my chest, tracing the lines and curves while I do the same to her, gripping her ass, squeezing and holding her in place on top of me.

  Even though she’s so much smaller, I can’t ignore that we fit together exquisitely.

  “I’m sorry I deceived you,” her tone is mildly teasing, but I have a feeling she’s truly apologizing. “But you never asked…”

  “Why would I ask you if you’re a virgin?” I trail kisses down her jaw and throat.
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  “I don’t know, but it’s better than assuming,” she leans back, giving me access to her tits.

  Round, full tits that only I’ve ever touched, or kissed, or licked.

  This is so fucking hot. It’s a million times more wrong and so much fucking better now.

  I growl at her sassy little comment, taking a pert nipple between my teeth and giving it a quick nip that causes her to yelp. Then I roll my tongue around it and suck gently until she sings my name.

  Abruptly, I flip her onto her back, pushing her thighs apart to wedge myself in between. I continue teasing her nipples with my mouth, kissing all over her gorgeous young tits while she shivers and shakes, wrapping her legs around me.

  “What are we going to do about you?” I hum with my lips all over her, getting lost in how fantastic she smells and how amazing it feels to rock myself between her thighs.

  I’m high, and I don’t think I’ll ever come down.

  “I know what I want to do,” she croons, and my eyes lift. “If you want to…”

  My body is vibrating with need as I ask her, “You want to lose yourself to me?”

  “I’ll never lose myself with you, Lazarus,” she says with assurance, hands resting on my shoulders. “You’re a part of me. You have been since before I knew what any of this could feel like.”

  Tightness grips me, from my gut all the way up my chest.

  I shake my head. “This is so bad…”

  “I don’t think so,” she protests, because she doesn’t understand what I’m saying.

  “No. It is.”

  “Why?”

  Moving my face in line with hers, I hold myself above her. “Because once I claim what’s mine, I’ll die before I let anyone else have it. If we do this, you’ll be mine forever, Tracien. And that is a very fucking bad thing, because I can’t have you. I’m not supposed to.”

  “It’s too late, Lazarus,” she whispers, placing a small hand over my heart. “You already have me.”

  A quiet groan escapes me as I drop my forehead to hers. “Say the words. Right now.”

  And she somehow knows exactly what I’m asking for, hands on my face as she says, “Be my first, Lazarus Weston. Make us one.”