Closer

by Kaia Bennett

  She moaned her ‘yes’ and her pussy thrummed in agreement. She was a perfect little slut for him. The bite of her fingernails in the flesh of her thigh was the only thing that kept her from touching herself before she’d earned the right to come. Only he could turn her on this much when she was giving instead of receiving.

  He shoved as much as he could into her mouth until her nose was burrowed in the brown curls at the base of his dick, holding her there for a long torturous moment, and only releasing her when she coughed around him so she wouldn't gag. She gasped in a deep breath, and smiled up at him as she jerked her fist hard and fast over his cock. His body jerked and shuddered, a look of impending rapture crossing his features. She took him back into her mouth, all set to push him over the edge and swallow him down. The look on his face, the almost pained expression, the power she held in those final seconds just before release. She was all set to claim it, to prove how good she could be for him. He tugged lightly on her hair instead, pulling her away from his glistening cock and up to her feet. In an instant he was tasting her mouth, driving his tongue between her lips and crushing her body to his.

  Nicole wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his so tightly that her breasts almost ached against the hard planes of his chest. Her fingers curled harshly in his dark hair, then reached down to push his jeans and underwear all the way off his hips. He helped her, and soon they were pooling around his ankles and being kicked aside while he pushed her back towards the bed.

  "On your knees," he rasped when he released her mouth. "Put that ass in the air for me."

  She felt her arousal begin to trail down her inner thighs as she complied. Before she could brace herself steadily on her hands and knees, he was behind her spreading her legs wider, so wide, in fact, that she was practically straddling the bed and leaning forward on her elbows.

  "Ass high," he ordered, and for emphasis he smacked his strong, calloused fingers against the soft, glistening lips of her pussy. Something between a yelp and a moan escaped her lips, and her body shivered and jerked forward. The sound was utterly wonton, like it came from someone else. She arched her back and greedily lifted her ass higher, her eyes staring down at her sea green comforter with anticipation.

  He spanked her again, a little harder this time. If anyone else had heard the utter desperation when she whispered, “P-please!” she’d have been embarrassed. But the lack of friction, the need to be touched was too great for pride.

  "I know you like that," he said with a soft chuckle. The bed shifted under his weight and she turned back to see him kneeling on one knee behind her. Her eyes fluttered closed when his fingers swirled over her sensitive pussy lips, the flesh there tingling from arousal and the stinging pleasure of pain. "You want another, Nicole?"

  Her legs were shaking and spread wide. Her pussy was exposed and hungry to be filled, to be touched. "Yes, please," she whispered. "Spank it again."

  The room was filled with the sharp resounding noise of flesh connecting with wet flesh. A sharp, smacking sound. A high pitched cry. A subtle, masculine laugh. Again he smacked her between her parted thighs, and then just as quickly he was pressing down on the small of her back, holding her in place as he impaled her grasping pussy with two long fingers.

  She was wailing for relief, for mercy. Her slender fingers were wringing out the comforter every time he hit that spot fast and hard within her. She rolled her hips into those fingers, into the fingers that reached around to stroke her throbbing clit. Squirming was all she could do with her legs so open and him pressed heavy against her back. He bit the flesh of her neck, her shoulder. He marked her with his teeth while he claimed her orgasm with his fingers. And just when she was feeling herself tip over the edge of her climax, he pulled his fingers out and spanked her pussy again. The sharp smack mixed with the cool air of his palm whistling over her moist, scorching hot flesh was almost too much to bear. The shock and the pain was a brief but intense prickling, forcing her whole body to jerk forward and shiver, and then just as quickly it was dulled by the pleasure of calloused fingertips circling her entrance rapidly.

  “Please let me come!” she sobbed into the comforter, real tears spiking her eyelashes.

  In response he tugged her roughly up by the hair, arching her back so sharply she gasped. She met his hardened eyes with something that must have looked like fear.

  “What was that?” he growled against her lips. “Good girls who deserve to come speak up when they’re asked a question.”

  Her scalp was on fire, her back strained. When he spanked her again, harder than last time, she found herself saying aloud what her body was screaming in every aching, sweat-sheened pore.

  "Oh God, I can't take it anymore! F-fuck me, fuck me!"

  She could hear the wet sound of her sensitive lips being manipulated, and not for the first time she was overwhelmed by how turned on, how wet and open she was. If she hadn’t felt exposed before, the look of feral dominance in his eyes left her completely naked.

  "I need your cock, Gabriel! Please, I n-need it so bad. I need you," she whimpered, rocking her hips like a wild woman, reaching back for him and tangling her fingers in his hair. Her voice actually cracked around a sob. "Please fuck me, now... please..."

  He flipped her over suddenly. She was flat on her back, her legs held open by his hands and her hair in her face so she couldn't see. That didn't matter. Her eyes were soon squeezed shut anyway, and all she could feel was his tongue lapping at her slit and then tunneling inside of it. She arched her back and a breath stuttered out of her parched lips. Her inner walls tightened around his tongue as he fucked her with it. Tight, sharp strokes filled her again and again, until he changed the focus of his mouth to her clit. He sucked hard and slid three fingers slowly into her tight, wet chasm.

  She couldn't speak. She’d been denied all of him but was so desperate for release this would have to do. She screamed and clawed at his shoulders, grasped his hair in her fists, and pumped her hips up to meet his powerful fingers and sinful tongue.

  "Ungh, yes! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!! I'm g-gonna...c-com—"

  Almost there.

  Almost. There.

  Al-most... ther –

  "Arrgh! Goddamit!!" she screamed when he pulled his mouth away and pulled his fingers out of her. She arched into her phantom orgasm, the ghost of the release he'd stolen at just the last moment and growled, scratching wildly at the comforter in her frustration. Her view of the ceiling was blurred by actual tears. She felt the bed move, her thighs were opened wide. Strong thighs connected with hers, the hair tickling her smooth legs and Gabriel’s weighty cock resting against her mound, sliding down it, nudging the sopping entrance to her body.

  With one long, hard lunge, he filled her, stretched her. Consumed her.

  “You remember who’s in charge now, don’t you?” The gruff voice barely sounded like him.

  "Oh, please… Oh God! Yes!" she stammered, unable to stop begging for what she'd been craving for so long. She had long since tumbled into near insanity, but he held himself still. Total submission and nothing less was her penance.

  “Who had you begging for this dick like no one else?”

  “You did, Gabriel,” she sobbed. “Please I’ll do anything, just don’t stop, just let me come!”

  He grasped her hips in a painful grip, lifted them into the air and rammed into her.

  "Gabriel!!"

  Her mouth formed a tortured "O", her eyebrows furrowed and her lips trembled. From her angle she could see him plunging in and out of her as he picked up speed, she could see those tribal tattoos advancing and retreating like a piston. She thrust her hips up to meet him, swiveling them around his cock even as he gripped her hips like a vice and forced himself harder and faster into her. She reached a hand up to her clit, fingering it rapidly while he pounded her.

  "Fuck," he growled, already starting to pick up speed. “Gonna. Fucking. Come.”

  She sucked her breath in
through her teeth and hissed out, "Ready. So ready. Don't. Stop..."

  “You want this come, Nic? You want my come inside you?”

  With his last semblance of sanity he was asking her where she wanted it, warning her that he couldn’t hold on much longer. As much as she loved how dirty she felt when he came on her or in her mouth, her favorite was when he came inside of her. She wanted him as connected as possible to her when he unraveled and nodded because words had left her.

  Her gaze caught his in the final moments just before she was ready to come. She clutched at his arms, pulled him closer until his slick body covered hers and infused every fiber of her being with her desire for him. Her pussy rushed with wet heat, her breasts throbbed. Her nipples tingled against the rise and fall of his chest, and an invisible line of pleasure connected that powerful tingling to her clit when his hips smacked against it. She felt him shaking against her, his thrusts growing faster and more purposeful. She swallowed his expanding dick into her clenching core, gripped his damp hair, his back, the sheets, screaming out so loudly as she continued to come around him that someone in the next apartment banged on the wall. And still she screamed, growled, and shuddered to completion.

  Her mind went blank for long moments, and when she came back to earth Gabriel was starting his own descent. He roared through clenched teeth, parting his lips to gasp in a haggard breath when his cock throbbed deep within her. He thrust hard and fast one last time and shot his seed, shivering and cursing at the relentless pulsing of her pussy drawing his come out. Nothing turned her on more than the look of near pain on his face as he came. It was like recompense for all his denial and torture. He turned crazed in those lost moments and when he uncoiled from the snare of his release his next thought was to run his hands over her glistening body, her full breasts, and the vulnerable column of her throat. He touched her possessively, but when his gaze and fingers found her face she melted into their gentleness, into the kiss he left on her lips.

  Her hands slid up his arms and cupped his face, pulling him in for a deeper kiss, a kiss that said stay with me when she couldn’t say the words. As he wilted inside her, she wrapped him in her arms and kissed his shoulder, his neck, the indent in his chin, which always made him smile. When he looked down at her, her eyes were already closed to hide her deepest wish, the liberties her heart wanted to take when all he could give her was this, these moments of abandon. She felt herself falling in a post orgasmic haze, where the truth was most threatening, where the logical reasons why they couldn’t truly be together waited to reassert themselves.

  She was only allowed this moment. She was only allowed a kiss that trembled against hers, a body wrapped so tightly in her arms it was hard to breathe. She felt him inhale her scent as he gave in to her silent plea and let his full weight settle over her.

  Just for a second, for a brief moment in time while they rested and his fingers stroked whatever stray expanse of skin they could, she almost felt brave enough to tell him how she felt, that she wanted to be his girl. But it was a fleeting thought, just like what they had to offer one another.

  The words, like that moment, always passed them by.

  Chapter 4

  "Ahhhh! Fuck!" Gabriel moaned, titling his head back as he thrust his cock upwards into Nicole's tight, wet slit. Every roll of her hips sent shock waves of pleasure straight through his body, each one sharper than the last.

  "You like that, Gabe?" Nicole taunted. "Like the way this pussy feels wrapped around your big cock?"

  Gabriel muttered a primal, breathless, "Fuck yeah," and latched his eyes onto hers. He pumped upwards, driving himself into her even faster.

  She moaned and bit her lip, asking him sweetly, "Are you gonna come for me, babe?"

  Her hands were braced on his chest, scratching hard down his stomach, and then back up to his shoulders. She could barely get out the teasing words. If he’d had the presence of mind to be amused he would have made a joke, but he was already swelling within her depths. His flat stomach expanded and contracted rapidly as spasms of pleasure racked his tense body. He closed his eyes against the intensity of them but she was still manipulating him to the last. He alternated between gritting his teeth and parting his slick lips to take in a deep breath as she sat down on his cock and swirled her pelvis in rapid circles over him. He heard her moan at each hot burst of come that flooded her insides, and felt her body shivering over his as the sounds of release tumbled from his throat.

  It took a long moment for him to relax against the bed and stop shooting into her, but even then she didn't stop moving. Instead she stirred in soft lazy circles over him, making his body tense with renewed arousal even as he finished coming.

  "If you didn't have to go," she cooed, stroking her fingers over his trembling lips, and then through his soft, dark hair, "I'd fuck you like this all day..."

  His response was a shiver at a particularly long, smooth roll of her hips that clenched his cock deep inside of her, sucking out the last of his come. He moaned and swallowed, stroking his hands shakily over her body. Was it possible to be this addicted to her? To one minute be in control and the next minute be so completely at her mercy?

  He honestly wished he didn't have to go. It had been a week since all of the stuff with the contract had been finalized, and the band learned they would be staying put in the city while they worked on their debut album. They would start recording next week because Thanksgiving was tomorrow, but afterwards it would be all hard work and pushing to make their deadline. There was no telling how long the sessions would be, or what kind of promotional stuff would take up his time once the holidays were over. He would probably be too busy to be with Nicole as often as he would like.

  Still, seeing things progress so fast was good news, and Nicole had decided to celebrate his being in town for months by stripping off his clothes and fucking him senseless every chance she got. That included today when, after lunch and a visit with Jackie and Ian, they decided a quick tumble would be okay before they parted ways. The closest place to tumble was his apartment, which he shared with two other guys from the band. What was supposed to be a quickie had spiraled out of control, to the point where they only had about a half an hour or so before the guys would come back to get ready to go home for the holiday.

  When he could finally relax enough to think, he pulled her head down and slid his tongue into her mouth, unable to resist tasting her with languid strokes as she continued to subtly thrust over him. He moaned as she sucked on his tongue and nibbled on his bottom lip. Kissing her would be his ruin and he needed to put an end to this before she kept him trapped in bed indefinitely. He pulled away, chuckling a little at the hunger in her eyes, a chuckle that intensified when she said, "Uno mas?"

  "Oh, you can't be serious. I'm gonna die of exhaustion... and hunger... if we keep this up." He stole a glance at the clock, but his eyes immediately went blurry and out of focus when she leaned over and sucked one of his dusky nipples into her mouth. "We gotta hurry up and get dress— Mmm, goddamn..."

  "Ah, c'mon, old man," she said swirling her tongue around the other nipple. "We still got time, and I know you got one more in you. I'll make it quick, I promise."

  "Old man? I'm only twenty-eight."

  "Yeah, what's your point?" she said with a theatrical innocent blink. Being just six years younger than him, she knew he was far from old, especially since he looked even younger than his age. But, still, she loved to tease him, and this time he knew she was baiting him into one more quick fuck.

  "My point is I ain't old. I'm virile and young. I'm in my prime, baby," he replied with a mock pout and a double primate pound on his chest.

  She chuckled for a moment, and then leaned down and smiled seductively. "Then prove it. Show this young, horny girl what you got."

  "Nuke and Jonny are gonna be here soon," he said. Davy Nuke was his roommate along with the bass player Quentin "Q" Salem, but Jonny, Gabriel, and Nuke were from around the same upstate area, and that's where Gabrie
l would be dropping them off for Thanksgiving before he headed home. "I need to shower and get ready to go, and you—"

  "Need to come again," she finished with a sigh over his lips before she licked them and moved her hips more purposefully over his.

  "Nic..."

  She smiled, taking in his hooded eyes, his deep labored breaths, and the sound of his moans. He was hard within her now, sliding easily back and forth within her hungry sheath, and there was no way she wasn't going to get what she wanted.

  "Ohhh... you feel so good, Gabriel," she groaned, lifting and lowering herself faster. "Real quick, I p-promise. Then I'll let you get ready."

  His eyes rolled back in his head and he thrust upwards to meet her as she sat down. She stayed close to his body, winding her hips in a sensual figure eight so that he could feel his dick rubbing against every point of impact inside of her.

  "Ungh... fuck... that's it, sweetheart, grind on my cock..."

  Nicole sat all the way up and titled her head back, her body stretching out and her hands leaning back to rest on Gabriel's thighs. Then she switched up her tempo, lifting her hips up and down like a continuous wave. The movement was slower, and he relished each stroke over his hot, hard length as it stretched her open. She looked like she was losing it when his body picked up that rhythm, when he began to circle his hips and pop them up to meet hers as she thrust her pussy down on his cock.

  "Ooohh, Gabriel... gonna come, gonna come, babe..."

  His hands, which had been resting on her thighs while he watched their bodies advance and retreat, were now moving up the sexy slope of her hips, over her ribcage, and up to the full handfuls of tender flesh he'd nibbled and sucked on earlier. He squeezed her breasts, molding them into his moist palms and tweaked the dark nipples. Her groan of pleasure vibrated through him, pushing him that much closer to one last speedy orgasm.

  "Up and down, little girl," he growled, giving a quick swat to one of the smooth brown globes of her backside. She yelped and did as he commanded. "Yes… move that ass."