by Nyla K
Traci
Obsession has always been an interesting concept to me. For obvious reasons, I suppose.
Maybe it’s because I’ve spent so many years of my life theoretically obsessed with a man I can’t have. But it always seemed to me like the line between infatuation and love is very fine. The only thing truly separating the two is realization.
If you realize what’s been in front of you all along, an obsession can turn to reciprocated love. Given the chance, apparently you can make someone want you.
One minute, I found myself hopelessly obsessed with the idea of having Lazarus Weston, and the next… I have him. We have each other.
I’d like to think it was more than me becoming an official adult that had Lazarus suddenly reciprocating the feelings I’ve had since I was a dumb kid. But who can be sure? Maybe his feelings developed over time, while mine intensified.
Either way, last night, or rather this morning - a few hours ago - we solidified what we are together. We had sex. He took my virginity. Feasted on it after I offered it up like a gourmet meal prepared just for him.
It was the most incredible thing that’s ever happened in my life, and I’m still afraid that one of these next blinks will take me out of dreamland and reveal that it didn’t actually happen. I’m terrified of waking from this rapture. If I’m sleeping right now, I’ll gladly stay unconscious forever.
After getting up and padding my bare feet to the bathroom, I use the toilet, wincing the entire time because everything below my waist is swollen and sore, then wash my face and brush my teeth. I’d like to take a shower, but I’m already rushing because I have no desire to miss a moment of Lazarus Weston sleeping naked in my bed.
I must be dreaming. There’s no other explanation…
If there was ever any doubt in my mind about this love I have for Laz, that it’s just a crush, an obsession that would fade in time, it’s all stomped out the moment I reenter my bedroom to the soft little sounds of him sleeping. To the sight of him on his stomach with his face smashed into my pillow, nothing but an unruly head of black hair visible at the top of his long frame, all exposed by a lack of covers, which he apparently kicked off during his slumber.
Biting my lip, I ogle the smooth lines of his back, all those muscles coated in ink, leading down to a full, round ass that looks so damn delicious I just want to bite it. It’s a very generous butt for a guy, though still obviously firm, with those muscle dips in the sides even when he’s not flexing.
It’s getting hotter in here. I can feel sweat lining my brow just from looking at him.
Stepping back over to the bed slowly, I press my lips together to stifle my crazy-person smile, eyes stuck on a large, elaborate grim reaper, complete with colorful borders. Blue, green, and purple flowers beneath a starry sky, words in cursive weaving through it all. It’s such a detailed tattoo. There’s a lot happening in the image, but it’s all dancing around Death. He’s right in the middle, staring at me.
He doesn’t have eyes, but I can tell he’s looking right at me. It gives me a rush. Goosebumps sheet my skin and the hairs on my arms stand up as I gaze at the ink… Facing Death. It’s exhilarating.
Without thinking, I climb on top of Lazarus, straddling his thighs right under his perfect ass, running my hands up slowly to caress his soft skin covering hard muscles. And I stare at Death.
What has Lazarus seen? What kinds of things have happened to him? What death has he escaped?
He hums and I shift, a small grin tugging at my lips while I trail my hands up and down his lower back, massaging him. He seems to like it based on the sounds of approval vibrating from him.
He pushes his butt up to me and I giggle, lying down on top of him, wearing only a thin robe that’s fully hanging open. Pressing my breasts into his back, I kiss the nape of his neck, hands running up his sides, marveling at all the ripples beneath my fingers. He’s so toned and thick and hard everywhere. Just touching his body and I’m instantly breathless, wetter than the ocean.
Grinding my pussy into Laz’s ass, I’m not really thinking about how weird this position is, desperate for some friction to soothe the ache that’s returning to my core, after being sated only a few short hours ago. As sore as I am down there, I’m already eager for him to fill me again; addicted and in need of a fix before I really spin out.
Lazarus doesn’t seem to mind this bizarre position we’re in. In fact, I think he likes it, because he’s rocking his hips with me, rutting into my bed and sighing out tiny sharp breaths.
“I need you,” I purr by his ear, licking the lobe and sucking on it until he shivers.
“I need you more,” he growls and the walls of my pussy clench so hard it hurts for a second.
Without saying another word, he rolls onto his back under me, holding my hips to keep me seated. As soon as his front is face up, it’s like a visual overload for my brain. Lazarus’s sleepy eyes are fuck-hot, especially when they’re laced with lust and a deep yearning for my body to douse his flames. That sharp jawline dusted in dark stubble, shadowing the aggressive lines of his face, and accentuating how much he looks like a sculpture. A priceless work of art.
After that, there are his broad shoulders and wide chest, the curves of his pectorals needing to be licked at some point, nipples small and hard like pebbles I’m sure he’d like for me to suck just a little. The deep divots of his abs, so many luscious, perfectly defined muscles.
Skin etched with tattoos all over, everything from script, to dying roses, to skulls and birds and trees… He has so many tattoos decorating his perfect body, they’re hypnotizing. I feel myself slipping into his trance with every second I sit on top of him, staring and marveling.
My index finger grazes his torso, drawing an invisible line over his ribcage down to a phrase written in what looks like Latin, sitting low on his pelvis, right under the edge of that V, the frame for his impressive cock.
His dick is shockingly hard. I can almost see it throbbing before my eyes, right above where I’m sitting on him. Wondering briefly about the Latin words and what they could mean, I brush my fingers over all the many inches of stretched skin, teasing beneath his crown with my thumb until he flinches. My eyes come up to his face and he’s watching me closely, captivated and entranced. His Adam’s apple slides in his throat as he swallows, then he bites his lip.
So I do it again, this time making a fist around his thick shaft, stroking him and teasing that round, smooth head with my thumb.
“Fuck, Trix…” he slow-blinks as his hands move up to where my robe is dangling from my shoulders, pushing it off. “You like playing with me?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Keep going,” he commands, though his tone is laced with a neediness that could make me come just from listening to him talk like this. “Play with me any way you want. I’m yours.”
My heart expands in my chest and everything tightens, from my center all the way up.
I’m yours.
I shrug out of the robe fully and move in closer to him, kissing and licking down his throat, feeling him move as he breathes heavy under me. My tongue trails the same journey my eyes were taking a moment ago. Down his chest, tasting the salt of his skin, inhaling his sweet, woodsy scent as I kiss and nip his muscles, flicking his nipple the way he does to me. He jolts a little, his dick jerking in my hand, which brings a satisfied smirk to my lips.
He likes it.
I’m amazed at how much I can read his body; how much I can tell when he likes something I do by how his body responds. His cock thickens and pulls when he feels good, his breathing picks up and sometimes his fingers shiver with the need for something. I’m not sure what, but I love how much I’m learning about him already, about what he wants and what gives him pleasure.
I want to know it all. And I want to give him all those things for as long as he’ll let me.
Suckling at the nipple for a moment, he trembles as some wetness drips from the tip of his cock. It sends a wave of desire thr
ough me and I chase it, moving down him swiftly until I reach his dick, large and rock solid and mine.
Wrapping my lips around his head, I suck with force, tasting his flavor while my pussy seeps arousal all down my thighs. Lazarus grunts and combs his fingers through my hair, holding me in place while I cherish him with my lips, the way he’s taught me he likes it over the past couple times.
“Baby, that mouth…” He traces the corner of my lips with his thumb, stretched wide while I suck him into the back of my throat. “You love my cock in here, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” I hum despite the obstruction, and he gives a raspy noise.
“Where else?” His gray eyes glimmer at me.
Popping my mouth off, I tell him, “In my pussy.”
My tongue goes right back to lapping him like an ice cream cone, down down down to his balls, sucking and kissing them how he likes.
“Mmmm… yes, baby.” His hands run all over me, my shoulders and neck, fisting in my hair.
While I play with him like he told me to, I wonder about what else he might like. I find myself desperate to do everything he wants, but I don’t want him to always be instructing me, like I’m some noob; a sexually inexperienced little girl. I want to do things he likes because I know him, and I know what he wants, like I imagine the other women he fucks doing for him.
My stomach turns at the thought of all the women he’s been with, and how they’re all probably better than I am at these things. I mean, he doesn’t seem displeased with me. He’s breathing heavy and spreading his legs a little for me, muscles tightening everywhere while he lets me roam. My hands hold his thick, muscular thighs and then they move in between to rub his perfect butt.
When my gaze lifts to his again, he raises a dark brow at me, and I’m not sure what that look means, but it makes my inner walls clench as more wetness leaks from inside me. I don’t know if it’s weird for me to want to kiss him everywhere, even in places where I don’t think girls usually kiss boys, but I want it with him. I want anything and everything that would make him feel good.
My strange and mischievous thought-train is interrupted when Lazarus chuckles and lifts me by my arms, tugging me up and flipping me onto my back.
“Like this, Little Trick,” he says in a wickedly gruff voice that sends shivers all over my body, hardening my nipples into points.
Positioning himself on top of me in a flash, he settles between my legs, giving my wet pussy a few strong licks that make me cry out loud in pleasure. He eats my opening with his powerful lips, swirling his tongue on my clit, before moving lower… Between my cheeks.
I gasp as he spreads me open and licks my ass, somehow soft and hard at the same time. My eyes roll back and I fist a hand in his hair, completely caught off-guard at how good it feels. I didn’t know it would feel like this. It tickles, but in a really good way, my thighs closing on his head until he forces them apart with his strong hands.
His tongue flutters over the bad place, the one that’s obviously bad for a reason, because of how damn good it feels. And my mind drifts over how much I think I’d like for him to fuck me here…
Again, I don’t think I’m supposed to want that, but this is Lazarus we’re talking about. I would let him do anything to me, and I can guarantee I’d orgasm from it, no matter how dirty, depraved or theoretically wrong.
“You’re going to kill me, baby.” I can feel him smirking. “You’re relaxing for me already like you want me in here. Is that what you want?”
He sounds like he’s semi-surprised, like girls don’t usually offer up their ass on their second time ever having sex. And I’m sure if it were anyone else between my legs right now, it wouldn’t be going over like this. But fortunately for me, I don’t need to worry about that, because it’s Lazarus, and he’s the only man I want.
So for him, I utter an emphatic, “Yes, please.”
Laz grumbles something then stops what he’s doing and lifts his pretty head. “Duly noted. But we’re not doing that yet.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “We’re not?”
He grins, and it lights up my whole bedroom. “No. Well, not really. I’ll give you a little something and see if you like it.”
Before I can bother him to be more specific, he rolls over onto his back again and licks his bottom lip slowly, shooting me right in the middle with that sexy look.
“Climb on, Little Trick,” he commands through a wicked smirk. “I want you to ride me like you did in the club, only this time with my cock deep inside you.”
I release a needy sound that makes him grin wider, then I sling a leg over his hips, settling back on top of him. He runs his hands possessively up my thighs, giving me a dangerous look that only serves to turn me on more. Grabbing his cock in my hand, I position it at my entrance, watching his face for instruction.
His eyes are hooded with desire as he says, “Slow, baby.”
I sit down on him, easily taking in his inches, one by one, until I’m seated on him and so full I can barely breathe.
“Fuck, Lazarus… God...”
“This is… wow…” he croaks, then clears his throat. “Now, move steadily. Ride my cock, Trix.”
I do as I’m told, uncoordinated at first, but keeping it slow until I get the hang of it. He guides me with his hands on my hips, rotating me, up and down, round and round, until soon enough I’m swiveling on my own, taking him as deep as humanly possible. My body is on fire, burning up while my hands grip his chest, nails digging in. My eyes want to close in ecstasy, but I won’t let them because this visual is everything and I can’t miss it.
Lazarus Weston, my dream man, is beneath me, letting me fuck him. This big, giant scary man is letting his Little Trick grind him into the mattress, and he looks lost to me. I understand the feeling. I’ve long since lost myself to him, but this is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.
And then it dawns on me. His eyes widen, and I think it’s dawning on him at the same time.
“Fuck, I’m not wearing a… God… a condom…” He digs his fingers into my thighs, his brow furrowed as he watches where we’re joined, between my legs.
“I didn’t even notice,” I purr, truthfully because I really didn’t.
“Me either. This is what you do to me, baby.” His hips move in tempo with mine. “I make very bad decisions when it comes to you.”
“I don’t want to stop.” I move faster, a desperate need churning inside me. I chase it with my movements, taking Lazarus’s hands in mine.
Our fingers thread and I lean forward, pushing them back on the bed, holding him down while I ride him into an oblivion. We’re both gasping and groaning and my clit is rubbing on his pelvis with every stroke. It feels like I’m right outside the gates of heaven, ready to burst inside and raid the place.
“I’m gonna have to pull out,” his voice cracks, and it’s so fucking sexy I can’t stand it. “God, I want to come all the way inside your body, baby.”
“I wish you could…”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Trix… No.” His eyes flutter shut in his own pleasure which gets me right up to the edge of my orgasm. I’m about to lose it.
He yanks one hand out of mine and shoves his finger up to my lips. “Suck.”
I do as he says without question, sucking his finger like it’s his beautiful cock. Speaking of the cock, I can feel it swelling up to an engorged thickness inside me. I think he’s close to coming, which makes me want to explode all over him.
He tugs his finger out of my mouth and moves it behind me, swiping between my ass cheeks. I bite my lip while he traces my hole, using the wetness from all my arousal and giving it a little pressure.
“Wanna see how it feels?” He asks breathlessly, and I nod.
With no hesitation, he presses the finger into my ass, and I squeak out a startled noise.
“Relax, Little Trick,” he croons with those vibrant gray eyes never leaving mine. “It fe
els good, I promise.”
“How do you know?” I mumble, forcing myself to relax all the muscles below my waist.
He lets out a breathy chuckle, blinking slowly. “Trust me.”
And because I do, I let him finger me a little deeper. Moaning his name, as soon as he’s knuckle deep, I rock into his hand every time I’m on the up-stroke. It’s like I’m on a see-saw, riding his cock and his finger with both my holes. It’s amazing that I was a virgin yesterday, because this morning I feel like a porn star.
“Lazarus, I’m so close,” I tell him, bringing his other hand up to my chest, holding his palm on my breast.
“Trix, you’re a fucking goddess, baby. Look at you,” he rumbles as he watches me with ravening flames blazing in his irises. “You were made to be my little plaything.”
“Fuck, yes,” I cry, slipping and sliding on him so hard I’m falling apart.
“Come for me,” he growls, pushing me right over. My body listens to him more than it listens to me, that’s for sure.
I come crashing into a staggering climax that has me shaking all over, squealing out his name until my voice is hoarse and my throat is dry.
“Baby baby baby, I need to come,” he groans all the words in one jumbled breath, flipping me onto my back in the blink of an eye.
Sucking air into my lungs while coming down from my own orgasm, I’m drunk and dazed as he pulls his long, thick erection out of me, shiny and monstrous, and strokes furiously with his fist for all of three seconds before streams of glistening cum burst all over my tits and my belly.
“Fuck yes…” he croaks from between his quivering lips, soaking his hand, and me, while his broad chest heaves, ink and muscles shimmering with sweat.
Jesus, he’s fucking beautiful. Seriously, who looks like that?? God, he’s like an infinite orgasm for my eyes.
Lazarus chomps on his bottom lip, rubbing the wet head of his cock over my pussy, pushing back in for a moment. It sends a blast of after-shocks through me, and I scream out loud, gripping his back while he holds me close and licks my neck, bucking into me, a few good, hard pumps.