by Chloe Finch
“Fuck me,” she said. Then, as a desperate afterthought, she added, “Please.”
He laughed and pulled his cock almost all the way out, then slammed it all the way in deep. Pain rippled through her belly, giving way immediately to pleasure. She thought she knew what it would feel like to have sex. She had pictured it so many times. But it was so different. Longing. Heat. A little pain. Such incredible fullness.
He grabbed her hips and thrust so deep she wasn’t sure she could take it, and then he pulled back at the last second. He was slamming into her fast and hard. The bed was hitting against the wall, but it didn’t matter. There was no one around the cabin for miles.
There was a gathering feeling deep inside her. He leaned down so his face was near her ear, kept one hand on her hip and reached around to stroke her clit.
“Fuck, Zach,” she whispered.
“Are you going to come for me?” He asked.
A whimper escaped her lips. The sensation of his cock inside her and his hand on her clit and the words he was saying were overwhelming. She couldn’t think straight.
“Gracie,” he said, just a little forcefully. “Answer me. Are you going to come on my cock?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. Her voice sounded strangled and faraway.
He moved his other hand from her hip and wrapped it around her waist, holding her tight and getting even deeper inside her, if that was even possible, without taking his other hand off her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. There was nothing else in the world but him inside her. She was so close she couldn’t stand it. If she didn’t come, she might die.
“I won’t, baby girl,” he growled in her ear. “Come for me now.”
The command was enough to send her over the edge. Everything inside her exploded into a glorious wave of pleasure. She half moaned, half yelled, “Zach,” and he came too. The orgasm went on forever. So much longer than any other she’d ever had. Seconds later her pussy was still squeezing his cock, and a shudder of pleasure rippled through her.
Then it was quiet. The world came back into focus. The house was silent except for the sound of their panting. She lay flat on her stomach with Zach on top of her, holding himself up on his elbows so he didn’t crush her.
He rolled off her onto his back, and she groaned. She wished he would stay inside her forever.
“How was your first time?” He asked, pulling the condom off his softening cock.
“It was good. Better than good. Better than I thought it could be,” she said.
He smiled, lopsided, proud of himself. “Good.”
He tossed the condom into the garbage next to the bed and rolled back toward her, pulling her into his arms. She was suddenly cold, and his body was like a warm Zach blanket wrapped around her. She shivered and wiggled in closer, and it felt like their bodies were made for each other. A perfect fit.
* * *
Grace
Sleeping in Zach’s bed was weird, but not bad. Grace woke up a few times in the night and wondered where she was for a moment. The window next to the bed was open, and the bed was damp with dew. Each time she was shocked to see Zach’s body next to her. And then the last twenty-four hours came rushing back to her like a bolt of lightning.
It was hard to believe it wasn’t all a dream. The most insane day of her life. The trauma of being kidnapped and then the sex. She had sex! Was it ever worth the wait. She didn’t know it was possible to feel that kind of pleasure before last night. Here she was always imagining her first time would be something out of a Hallmark movie—slow, tender, gentle, precious. She assumed that’s what Hallmark movies were like at least.
Instead, her first time had been the exact opposite. Hard, rough, casual. To her utter delight, it was so much better than she could have ever imagined.
She wanted to shout it from the rooftops. I just had the hottest sex in the history of the world with Zach Smith. She wished she had someone to confide in. There was the handful of friends she half-heartedly went to book club with (and more often than not, skipped) and Jessica work, but no best friend. Anyways, wasn’t debriefing about sex for high schoolers?
She was afraid nothing would ever compare to last night.
She leaned close to Zach’s naked back like she was checking that he was real. She trailed a finger down his back, ever so lightly. His skin was so smooth. He turned on his side, and she pulled her hand back, afraid she’d woken him up. He kept his eyes shut and cast an arm out, finding her and pulling her close to him.
Their bodies were hot against each other, skin touching skin all the way down. There was something more intimate about it than sex. She planted a kiss on his neck, and he groaned a little sleepy groan of acknowledgement. She kissed him again on the cheek, and he made another noise. Then once on the mouth. He groaned again and rolled over on top of her, leaning up on his elbows. In the dark she could barely make out his features. He kissed her gently on the lips, long and deep and slow. And then they collapsed in a pile on the bed, half sleeping and half kissing.
In the morning Grace woke up slowly. The curtains were open, and the sun was shining directly into the bed. A bird near the window called out the same four-note song over and over. It must have been early. Zach’s arm was around her, and her head rested on his chest. He was awake too; she didn’t need to look at him to know. They didn’t say anything for a long time. She stared at the ceiling fan, feeling bizarrely embarrassed to speak.
He broke the silence first.
“How’s your face feel this morning?” He gently traced a finger up her cheek, barely touching the skin.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Burns a little.”
“It looks like it’s healing. Although it makes you look pretty badass in the meantime.”
She laughed, delighted that Zach would ever think she looked badass. Especially since he was the one with the actual broken face.
“How’s your face feeling?” She asked.
“Forgot about it, to be honest. Until I look in the mirror.” He rubbed a hand against the stubble on his cheek. “We’re quite the pair, aren’t we? All thanks to Derek. I can’t tell you how sorry I am about yesterday.”
“I got all the apology I needed last night.” She tried and failed to tamp down her instinct to take over the situation, figure out what went wrong and start damage control between Zach and Derek. “Was it heroin that Derek owed Carl money for?”
He sighed and she immediately regretted asking, even though she still wanted to know the answer. “I honestly don’t know. Probably. That’s usually what it is.”
She nodded and pressed her lips together to try to keep herself from interrogating him. It didn’t work. “Where did you get the money?”
“It’s probably better the less you know.”
After everything they’d been through, he was still keeping things from her. “I was kidnapped because of you less than twenty-four hours ago,” she reminded him. “I think I have a right to know.”
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Shit. You’re right.”
That stopped her in her tracks. “I am?” She said. In the short time they’d known each other, she couldn’t recall a single other time he’d ever said the words you’re right.
“I called in a few favors with a couple banker friends. Nothing illegal. Just a loan from a friend who I’ll pay back once the banks are open.”
She nodded, not sure what she was expecting. It was just that familiar nagging of needing to be in charge. Needing to have all the information so she could start taking action. Even though Zach would never let her try to fix things between him and Derek.
“Anything else you want to know?”
“Not right now.” She resisted the urge to continue the inquisition. “But I reserve the right to ask later if I want,” she added.
“We’ll see about that,” he said.
“That’s the wrong answer.” She slipped under the covers. There was one thing they didn’t do last night that she still
wanted to try, and she wanted to move on from the heavy conversation. She needed confirmation that she didn’t dream last night, that he still wanted her.
His cock was half-hard when she put it in her mouth.
* * *
Zach
“Fuck, Grace,” he said. “You know exactly how to get me to change my mind.”
He was instantly turned on, and his mind revved like an engine at the possibilities. There was so much he still wanted to do to her. The sex last night was great. More than great, it was the best of his life. But now he wanted to get weird. Get dirty. He wanted to do terrible things to her. Things only he got to do. He wanted to take everything from her, push her to the edge, and then see where her limit was.
He yanked the covers off her so he could watch. She was the most gorgeous woman in the world. Last night he was so tired and so desperate for her, he didn’t take his time. Now, with her here already naked in the bed and with her mouth on his cock, he vowed to draw it out. Keep her in bed all day long. He felt the weight of responsibility on his chest, to make sure she had the best time of her life. Like he could somehow make it up to her if he fucked her good enough.
She moved up and down on his cock slowly, licked around it like an ice cream cone, swirling her tongue around the tip. It felt fucking incredible.
“Have you ever done this before?” He asked.
She looked up at him shyly and shook her head.
“That feels amazing,” he said. “For someone who’s never given head, you’re really damn good.”
She smiled and licked his cock from base to tip while maintaining eye contact. He groaned at the sight. Wished he could keep the image forever as a postcard.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered. Ever since he met her, he’d been fantasizing about this moment. And when he jerked off to the idea of Grace sucking his cock, she was always on her knees. He wasn’t about to pass up the chance of acting out the fantasy.
She looked at him uncomprehendingly and sat up on her knees. It was a perfect view of her body, and he couldn’t help but ogle her just a little bit. That soft, delicate skin he loved so much, the curve of her breasts like a goddamn painting. But it wasn’t what he had in mind.
“On the floor,” he said.
When it occurred to her what he was getting at, she smirked and climbed off the bed onto the carpet, then dropped to her knees. There was nothing better in the entire world than a gorgeous woman on her knees in front of him. Nothing made him feel more powerful, more masculine, than a woman about to suck his cock. And it was so much better that it was Grace.
He stood in front of her, and he could barely contain himself. His cock looked so big next to her face. “Are you nervous?” He said.
She shook her head, but she was lying. He could see it in her eyes. This was probably a bad idea. She had a traumatic experience yesterday, and she was so inexperienced sexually. He might be too rough. He could hurt her. It wasn’t enough to stop him.
“I want you to feel me get hard in your mouth,” he said.
Her breath caught. She was just as into it as he was.
He slid his cock into her mouth.
She began to bob up and down on it again, and her mouth felt amazing. Had there ever been another woman on earth? There was only her. Only her sweet, beautiful face full of his cock. He wanted to let her at it, take the lead for a while at least. But before he even knew what he was doing, he had both hands wound up in her hair, holding the base of her skull and keeping her head still. He pushed his hips into her, slowly fucking her face. She was so damn hot staring up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. What a fucking privilege it was to be the one to rip that innocence away from her.
“You’re doing great,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re so fucking good.”
He pulled back far enough that it was almost out of her mouth, so only the head was in, then pushed as far as it would go, until it stopped at the back of her throat. He pulled her hair a little to tilt her head back, and her mouth popped off his cock. Her eyes were wide, and she was breathing hard.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.
She did as she was told, and he stroked her hair. With her arms behind her back, her chest was opened up toward him, exposed. He pinched a nipple, and she let out a little squeal. He laughed, loving every second of it. He was half-mad with lust and feeling a little sadistic. He wanted to shock her, hurt her just a little, remind her who was in charge here. He slapped her breast, and she yelped, surprised.
He smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she rasped. There was a mixture of fear and desire in her gaze, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Good girl,” he said.
He guided her mouth back to his cock, and even though he swore he was going to take it easy on her, he started fucking her face, against his better judgment. He told himself to slow down, go easy on her, but he couldn’t. He pushed his cock in farther, pushing her to the limit, seeing how much she could take. She gagged once and he pulled back, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t check in like he knew he should. She was being such a fucking champ. She wasn’t even pulling back, just letting him go for it. Just let him hold her head still and pump his cock into it. He couldn’t believe Grace was letting him fuck her face right now. That Grace was willing to do this at all, much less for him. He was so fucking grateful he could kiss the ground she walked on.
“You’re so good at this,” he said. “You’re fucking amazing.”
She looked up at him like he was her god. It was the biggest ego trip of his life. It gave him the confidence to keep going, push it just a little bit farther. He pushed his cock as far as it would go to the back of her throat, then just a millimeter farther. She gagged and he willed himself to stop, to pull out and give her a break, but the message got scrambled somewhere on the way to his body, and instead he held her tighter in place and pumped his cock in again, then one more time. She gagged again, and he finally forced himself to pull all the way out.
“Are you good?” He managed.
She nodded, and laughed. He smiled and pushed her hair out of her face. Her eyes were watering, and she was breathing hard, gulping in air, but god almighty she still had her hands behind her back.
A tear spilled over and fell down her cheek. Like before, seeing her tears did something to him. Turned him into some weird Frankenstein creation of aggression and lust. “God, I love it when you cry.” He couldn’t help himself. He wiped it away with his cock.
“Can I fuck your mouth again?” He asked.
“Um—” she started.
Before she even had time to say anything, he kept talking.
“You’re doing so good, Gracie. The best head I’ve ever gotten in my life, honest. Please let me fuck that beautiful mouth again.” He reached down and pinched one of her nipples, rolled it between his fingers.
She laughed. “I was already going to say yes.”
She leaned forward and put her mouth around his cock and bobbed up and down on it hungrily. He groaned and stroked her hair. He was planning on letting her set the pace this time, but that lasted all of ten seconds before he was holding her head again, fucking her face like a pussy, pushing his cock to the back of her throat.
It wasn’t just that she was sucking his dick, it was the fact that she was doing it for him. That was the hottest part. It must be uncomfortable for her, but she was enthusiastically into it. The fact that she’d forgo comfort—hell, forgo breathing—just so he could get off. That was the real reason he loved blow jobs. Such a simple thing, but such a clear power exchange. It was like a drug. Who needed heroin when the most beautiful, smartest woman in the world was willing to choke on your dick?
He was so close, he was going to come any second. She moaned on his cock, and he almost came right there. He pulled out of her mouth, wanting desperately to come and wanting to make it last just a little bit longer. He positioned his balls over her expectant mouth and growled out, “Suc
k.”
She licked his balls with as much enthusiasm as she’d been going down on him with. She opened her mouth wide, making a valiant attempt to fit them in her mouth.
“Can I come in your mouth?” He said. “Would you swallow my cum?”
She looked up at him, earnestly, eyes full of lust. “I would do anything you say.”
He groaned in satisfaction. “God, you’re amazing.” He was so overcome with the image of her on her knees, he fed his cock into her mouth one more time and pushed it in so far it almost disappeared. She gagged and he let up. Before he could even ask if she was okay, she was back down on it without his help. He wound his hands in her hair once more and began to fuck her face. He was almost there, couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m going to come,” he said hoarsely. At least he managed to give her a warning. “Grace. Fuck.” His cock exploded in orgasm. So intense he could feel it through his whole body. She gagged on his cum a little but swallowed it all.
She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, laughing, then swiped at the tears from under her eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He immediately regretted being so rough with her.
She smiled. “No, it was fun.”
“You’re fucking incredible.” He picked her up and set her down gently on the bed. He wanted to fucking worship her. He nuzzled close to her and wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to hold her there forever.
“It’s your turn to get off. What do you want me to do?” He said.
“Well,” she began. Her voice trailed off, and she looked away, suddenly shy.
“What is it? Do you want me to go down on you? Spank you? Fuck you?”
“Have you ever tied someone up?”
“Sexually, you mean?”
“Yeah.”
He hesitated a moment. “Yes,” he said slowly. “Not often, but yes.”
“Did you like it?” She asked. She was very pointedly looking out the window.
“Yes.”
She nodded.