He rubbed my arm with his left hand, a look of concern in his eyes.
“Let go of me!”
“What? What’s wrong. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You came, Addison. I wanted that. Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”
“No. That was not cum. I didn’t … I, uh, I peed. All over your hand. Uuuuhhh, I’m so sorry.” The weirdest urination ever though! My insides felt like they were waving and firing strings of hot glowing light all over my body. Maybe because I was so aroused at the same time.
He shook his head and laughed. Hot damn. His laugh was fucking sexy too.
“What’s so funny?”
“You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“You’ve never had that kind of climax before?”
“Yeah, of course I’ve climaxed before. That wasn’t a climax, Logan. I suddenly, out of nowhere, had to pee and thought I could hold out, but I just, ohmygod, pissed all over your hand.”
“You are so stunning and your innocence, so adorable. I didn’t know if I could actually do it right for you, especially with you standing up.”
“Do what? Make me pee? I’m not into golden showers, sorry.”
“No.” He smiled, drew his fingers—still drenched with my humiliation—up to his mouth and sucked off my freaking piss. “It’s not urine. See? Mmm. You taste like sweet, spicy butter and of course, peaches.” He dragged his wet thumb across my bottom lip. “Suck.”
I recoiled, crinkled my lips and eyelids.
“Suck.”
Looking him in the eyes and still cringing, I wrapped my mouth around his thumb and sucked him tentatively at first, then with all the sensuality I could muster. He was right. Not pee. And not bad. I swirled my tongue around and scraped him delicately with my teeth, proving the pleasure I could deliver elsewhere, even though I’d never done that on a guy. I received a dildo for a prank grad gift, so I could “finally get laid.” Mmm hmm, very funny. I put it to use, but in my mouth only. I wanted the first cock-sized thing to enter my vagina to be cock, not some fake one, but my mouth was another story. I practiced going down. A lot. I even taught myself how to deep throat. A tongue pointed down and out, mouth open wide, was the key. I wanted to show him, but a thumb just wouldn’t cut it for proper, adequate demonstration. I’d have to get into his pants. But, off the oral and back to the toys. Now, I had not only a dildo but a whole locked trunk of goodies at home. A whole box! Some girls collect bridal magazines. I have toys. Lots of them. I had a hot summer hunting for naughty treasure. I didn’t even know if I’d ever use them all. I bought some ’cause they looked scary, some for their color or shape, some for their weirdness and some because I imagined how good they’d feel smashing into my ass. The box served to remind me to not settle for someone too vanilla, to not kill the me I know lurks there. I wonder if Logan has a box. Or a dungeon. I moaned at the thought.
He growled in his throat. “Addison. You had a g-spot orgasm. You squirted.”
I grazed my teeth down his thumb as I came off and left a kiss on the pad. Okay. I wasn’t a total moron, I’d heard of that. I just didn’t know I was supposed to anticipate a different thrill ride, that I’d experience a different kind of squirt. “Oh,” I said softly, blushing that I looked like such an inexperienced idiot. I’d even fingered the spongy spot in there a few times, but I got bored at the lack of fun and buildup and went back to the tiny, easy-to-thrill nub on the outside. But it was an entirely different sensation with someone else ramming me blind. That I liked. A lot.
“That was amazing, and your reaction only makes it sweeter.”
“I didn’t know it would be that squirty. At least one of us is getting kicks out of my idiocy.”
“An idiot is certainly not what I see.” I noticed the beaming of his face before he jerked me back into another knock-me-on-my-ass, make-me-weak-and-wet kiss. His fingers threaded into my hair at the back of my head, his divine muscles molded to mine and our lips perfectly aligned, moving in sync like they were custom made for each other. Not even a hint of spit edged out at the corners. All the hot slickness was reserved for inside, around our roving, exploring tongues. We were both exhaling faster through our noses, bursts of hot, quick breaths. We were famished souls, devouring one another at a feast. His fingers flew back inside me, and I purred in his mouth.
He dropped to his knees and smacked each leg, prompting me to spread open. I trembled when his rapid breaths whisked along my soaked flower, and I let out moans when he surrounded me, taking me all in. With his mouth still frenzied, he ravished me like a beast. He sucked everything and stroked my clit with his tongue, and then drove it up inside me.
“Aaaahh. Oh, Logan. Wow. You are so good at that.”
He retraced his same steps, but on his fourth expedition, he spent much time delving into all my folds and giving me playful nips.
My legs wobbled. I was floating so high, high, high.
He lovingly toyed me with his tongue, inside and out. It was slow and slippery, much different than the fingering. He attended to my clit and tugged and rolled it between with firm, full lips. He was taking me higher, and my pussy was gearing up to let loose. Just when I was about to break, he came off me, eliciting a groan.
“Mmm. You taste so good, so sweet. Turn around and grab the tree.”
I spun immediately, trembling in anticipating for his next move. He was damn full of surprises.
He stood. When I heard a zipper, I jolted, smiled and licked my lips. I then sighed as a velvety softness flitted across my butt. Damn, he was caressing my red ass with the shaft my mouth was watering to devour. What would he do if I dropped to my knees and just had at him until he came in my mouth or all over my chest, or face even? I didn’t care which. He slapped me with its stiffness a few times, then, still holding it, slid the length of it right between my legs. It was large enough to pass beyond my thighs. I looked down at the mushroom tip beneath my stomach and licked my lips again. His hard candy was a couple feet from my mouth, right there for the taking. I took hold of him between my thighs, and he shifted his hand to my stomach.
“Ah, you are wet fire, Addison.” He held onto one arm, slowly slid back, gathering so much of my wetness, then he came crashing back, his pelvis smacking my tenderness, his entirety rubbing my folds, his tip catching on my clit.
I cried out at the trifecta of pleasure.
“Squeeze me.” He found a smooth and effective rhythm, so beautifully reminiscent of that spanking he’d given me.
Squeeze you? Just fuck me, dammit. I glued my feet together. Plunge into my fiery depths and fuck me until I scream. Though I thought those naughty things, I couldn’t say them out loud… Fuck me, Logan! … I didn’t dare. Those were crude and stupid words, right up there with ‘violate me’, though not as taboo. Bad enough, a stranger and I were half-naked in the woods after a beating of epic proportions and that his hard cock was now sawing back and forth between my slippery folds, but to leave here popped too? Mmm. Well, it was pretty much what I wanted, what I craved more than anything in the world, but that was not exactly sensible. It was insane. I mean, I didn’t even know him. Who even knows where this guy has been? Not with Brianna at least, thank god. Whatever. I was with him now, and I ached for him like nothing else. Here I was stressing about saying it, asking for a good pounding, when he just might fill me up and rock me hard anyway. Maybe this was just a teaser.
“Squeeze me,” he insisted again.
My thighs are thin and not like huge, I didn’t have more squeeze. Then it dawned on me. “Yes, Sir,” I muttered breathlessly. I quickly crossed my legs and my flesh pressed all around him, above, below, on the sides. Yeah, he liked that a lot. Growls of approval tickled my ear as he glided back and forth, giving some test thrusts. It did feel incredible. This simulated sex.
He groaned and said, “Perfect. Mmm. Yeah. So tight. Just like that.” His teeth and tongue were making a meal of my neck, and he was now smashing against me, slapping his pelvis into my ass, faster a
nd faster, harder and harder. Plus, that flick, flick, flick on my alerted, sensitive clit was driving me insane.
After two minutes or so, I found myself on a wild rollercoaster ride, all loopy, reckless, speedy and exhilarating, and my vagina began to writhe and clench. “Ah, oh my god … oh my guh— uh, I’m so close. I’m so...Aaahhh aah.” Overtaken by an explosion of sensation, I shut up and let go. “Ah.” Each of my exhales came out with moans attached as my entire pelvic region was blasted with a bomb of delight and I was left with fluttering contractions. My walls squeezed and squeezed and dribbled some more. The way my quivering lips waved around him, it felt like I was trying to gobble him up.
“Yes, come for me. Those squeezes are spectacular. Mmm. You’re driving me wild.” He slapped against me with two more thrusts, grunted and remained under my faucet of slime. Jizz oozed out of his tip in four pulses. I wanted to lap it up. I did the lesser obscene thing and swept my finger over the remaining pearls on his tip and sucked it off. It was salty and tingled on my tongue. “Uh, Addison.”
Our chests heaved in rhythmic unison. I leaned my head on my arm against the tree.
“Damn, that was amazing. You are so eager to please, so obedient, so beautiful.” He bit down on the fleshy part of my shoulder, kissed the top of my head. After several moments, he tucked back into his jeans and spun me to face him. “I never asked you to call me Sir, Addison. And you did it twice. Once, in the house, and also, just now. Why did you do that?”
I did? Heat washed over my face. What? I actually said that? Out loud? I wasn’t sure why. It just came out. But I was so hot-faced by the fact that I had. Called him Sir. Twice! “I … I don’t know.”
“Oh, you know. Tell me.”
“Logan.” For an escape from his fiery scrutiny, I pulled my panties up. He watched me intently, but now, his eyes burned into mine. So much for escape. I gulped away sand.
“Tell me. Why did you call me Sir?”
I swooned at the illumination. I knew why. Because I wanted him to lord over me. Because I’d already made him Lord over me, whether he chose the role or not, whether he accepted me or not. I longed to worship him, sex up his body like a dirty, little slut and bow to his kinkiest desires. But could I say that? I cringed, thinking about all those bad words tumbling off my tongue. I couldn’t even scrape them off. “It … just slipped out.”
“Nothing just slips out.” His hands rode up, stopping right under my chin, so my neck and face were in his clutches. He tilted my head up, thumbs under my chin, so I’d be forced to look at him, into his face when I said it. “Tell me why you called me Sir, Addison.”
My stomach dropped, and my lungs tightened. “Um, because …” Trapped in the heat of his focus, I swallowed hard. “Because … I am yours.”
He cradled my face in one hand and kissed my forehead. He whispered, “You most certainly are,” then he kissed my lips gently and looked weird when he pulled away. Disappointed maybe? Or regretful? Hopefully not that. Why would he feel regretful or unhappy? This was the best night ever! “I should, uh, probably get you back. I’ll drive you.”
“Oh shit!” I curled my lips in and slapped them. I cringed, anticipating a bark, but he let my offense slide. “Yes, I need to go. But Brianna, if she’s still up, which knowing her, she will be, needs to think I walked back. My house mother, on the other hand, is always checked out, so she won’t even notice. You’ll have to drop me off on Victory Road. What time is it?”
He checked his watch. “12:48. Way past your bedtime, I gather?”
The heat from my spent arousal was quickly fading away from my body and the chill of the night was determined to swallow me whole. I really should get back. I just hated the thought of parting from him. I wanted to sit at his feet and bury my face in his crotch. Spontaneously, I grabbed his face and kissed his lips. Flushed at my bold mood, I took two steps past him. “Sorry.”
He seized my arm and spun me around. “If you’d displeased me, committed an infraction of some sort, you’d know it.” His lips were back on mine with bruising force and his fingers, now splayed across my lower back, dug in and pressed me tightly against him. Our bodies were flush together and I was breathing crazy again and my fingers were all up in his hair. We became one, even though we didn’t screw for real right then. He separated from me and came back again, leaving a five-second, delicate kiss on my lips. He wrapped his arm around me. “Come on. Let’s get you back.”
I rested my head against his chest and siphoned his warmth as he walked me to the black prowler in his garage. I don’t even know what kind of car it was, but it was sleek and sexy and short enough that I could bend over it with ease. And that’s all I could envision when he opened the door and made sure I nestled into the passenger seat … him planting my face into the fiberglass, spanking me good, then banging me from behind until I screamed. The stings and heat on my butt were fading, and maybe the pink too. I could use a recharge.
I was quiet and getting slick again when he sat beside me and started up. I couldn’t recall a single day in my life when I was ever this wet. Arousal never stopped when I was in his presence.
Halfway there, he said, “What. What are you thinking?”
I wasn’t thinking anything. I was picturing hot car sex still. And guys actually care about thoughts? I definitely couldn’t tell him the filthy truth, that I was so goddamn thirsty for his fuck. I tilted my head and scratched my eyebrow. “Um, just that it’s been a weird night. Kind of ironic I dressed like a devil-in-disguise. How fitting.”
He turned his face my way for a second and seemed to glare at me, but it was dark. Did he know that that’s not what I was thinking? He seemed to maybe but let it stand. “Fitting indeed.”
“You jerked me out ya know, like a butterfly of fire. I’m forever changed. And no one, and I mean, no one, knows I’m like this … all sub-like-ish, spank-whorish and Dom-hungry. Well, you do, but you know what I mean.”
“I know. Your secret is safe with me.” At Victory Road, he pulled to the curb, leaned over me and opened the door. “Goodnight, Addison. See you around.”
I gawked and lurched back. “What? See me around? What do you mean, see me around? That’s it?”
“Yeah. I punished you. You are free to go.”
I gritted my teeth and whipped my unlatched seat belt into the door. “What! You did way more than punish me and you know it. You kissed me multiple times and made me come two different ways and back. We have something hot and amazing here.”
“I know, but I’ve sadly come to realize I was foolish to go after you and do all the things I did. I should’ve just let you go when you ran from my house. This dynamic we clearly have and could easily fall into wouldn’t work long term. I’m just saving us both the heartbreak.”
“What the—How do you know that? Just because it may not have worked in the past for you doesn’t mean it won’t work now. I am not like other girls.”
His penetrating gaze tore into me. “Oh, that I know. Look, I’ve played around a little, online, and it was fun and all, but I’ve never done this, in person, with a flesh and blood girl in my hands … or across my lap.”
“I honestly would never have guessed that. Not in a million years. And it doesn’t matter to me, I don’t even care.” No, that was a lie. I did care. I think he assumed I’d find fault in that or something, or be turned off by his lack of experience, but I loved, loved that no one in the world knew the blended thrill of his sexy, sure commands and his ferocious, pussy-drenching smacks. I was the only one, just ME. I smiled, as that only amplified my sense of connection to him, that we went there, for the first time, together.
“Addison, it ... I don’t want to go down this road, not with you, not with anyone. I am not comfortable with labels or roles or with being stuck in a box all the time. I like to go Dom and wield power when the mood strikes, not live it. With as open and willing and quick you were to do anything I ordered you to do, you even let me slap your pussy with a freaking belt, goddammi
t, I think, no, I know, you need a box. I am not what you need.”
“No! What I need, Logan, what I crave is you. I don’t give a rat’s ass about freaking boxes. We connect on multiple levels, can’t you feel that? I know this isn’t love, we just met. But, wow, something wild and frenzied is bubbling out, and I’m not scared to explore it or to open myself up to the possibility of getting hurt because the scintillating heat between us is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. No one knows me. Not even my parents, who’ve had nineteen years to figure it out. But you knew me, completely, you saw me and stripped me down, in one gaze. Your confidence and strength and that damn omniscience of yours, and god, your voice, are just so intoxicating to me. I don’t care about labels or what anyone else does. All I know is, I don’t want this to end.”
His momentary quiet was broken by a slow, huffy breath that slithered out of his nostrils. “Let’s get something straight, Miss Montgomery. You and I have never been a this.” He rubbed his face. “You are just some naughty, naughty girl who threw eggs at my house, and I taught you a very painful lesson in manners.”
“What?” A knife plunged into my heart and tears gathered for battle on the horizons of my lids. “Logan. What the hell is with the total 180?”
He took his gaze off me and stared ahead, stern face, knuckles white over the wheel. “Goodnight, Addison,” he clipped.
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