Always Wanting (Consumed, Book One 1)

by Alex Grayson

Yeah, she’s turned on as much as I am.

  “There’s something I want to try,” I tell her.

  I’ve come up with several ideas over the past few days, but I haven’t brought them up yet. I want to experiment with her addiction, and see if there are ways around it. I want to try to find ways to offset her withdrawals. We haven’t really talked more about her addiction, so I hope she won’t be opposed to at least try my suggestions.

  I’ve thrown her. I can see it on her face. I crook my finger and beckon her to come to me. “Come closer, Abby.”

  She closes the distance between us, stopping when her legs brush the inside of mine. Placing my hands on her hips, I pull her forward until she’s forced to straddle my lap. I slide my hands underneath the shirt so they meet the flesh of her waist and look up at her.

  “I know you still worry about your addiction, so I’ve been thinking. What if there are ways we can work around it where your body still gets what is craves, just not in the way it’s used to getting it? Sort of like tricking it into believing that it’s been satisfied.”

  Her brows draw down into a frown, unsure of what I’m getting at. “What do you mean?”

  “Okay, so hear me out before you say anything.” I stop long enough for her to nod. “You’ve said yourself that you only need that release once a day, and it can’t be self-induced. I assume your body wants the release of a man, correct?”

  “That’s my guess, yes. I think for some reason, my mind has trained my body into thinking it needs a man to cum inside me, even if technically I can’t feel it because he’s wearing a condom.” She shrugs. “I think it’s more of the emotional aspect of the man cumming in me more than anything.” She looks down at her hands, her eyes showing a hint of hurt, and I know she’s remembering the bastard kid that forced himself on her. “Maybe because of what Darren did… when he kept cumming on me…”

  I don’t let her finish before I’m up off the couch and have her in my arms. Rage, hatred, and a pure need to do irreparable damage to Darren tries to take over my senses. Red clouds my vision, and I have to force the dark thoughts away. I won’t let that bastard ruin this. It’s time I wash his touch away once and for all.

  I stalk down the hallway, her eyes watching me wearily. Once I make it to the bedroom, I lower her to the bed.

  “Get undressed,” I tell her, gripping the back of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

  She eyes me curiously, but gets to her knees and starts unbuttoning the white shirt. After tossing it to the floor, she asks, “What do you have planned?”

  I slide my pants down and kick them to the side, before placing a knee on the bed between her legs. She lies back on her elbows, and I bring her panties over her hips and down her silky legs.

  “We’re getting rid of any lingering memories of the fucker that touched you. Just keep an open mind, okay?”

  Blowing out an unsteady breath, she says softly, “Okay.”

  I smile, relieved she’s giving me a chance. She doesn’t know what I have planned, but she’s trusting me to try something new with her body.

  It’s the weekend, so neither of us have work. It’s only one in the afternoon, and we haven’t had sex today. It’s the first time since we’ve been back together we haven’t had morning sex. She woke with a headache and decided to stay in bed for a while longer. She’s only been up for a little over an hour and a half, and I wanted to make sure she was fine before we tried this.

  I lean forward until my hands are on either side of her head, and dip down for a kiss. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist, trying to draw me down closer to her, but I keep myself from falling and rutting into her. The temptation is great, but the need to see this through is greater.

  I almost give in when my dick bounces against her warm wet pussy. Gritting my teeth, I keep my resolve. I trail my lips down the column of her neck, nipping the flesh, then lap away the small bites.

  “Colt,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my ass, still trying to bring me closer. I ignore her pleas and work my way down her chest, drawing a hard pink nipple into my mouth. Her tits are small, just barely a handful, but they are still the best tits I’ve ever tasted.

  With my downward movement, her hands are forced to leave my ass, so she moves them to my head instead, and grabs fistfuls of hair. Her back arches off the bed when I pull the other nipple into my mouth.

  “I fucking love your tits,” I growl against the tight bud.

  “I need more,” she moans, tossing her head back.

  “I know you do, baby. I’ll give you more.”

  I release her nipple and make my way down her toned stomach, over both hip bones, until I reach the top of her mound. Looking up, I see her panting as she looks down at me. Her pupils are dilated, and her mouth is open. I don’t look away as I drop my head and swipe my tongue the length of her wet opening. Her eyes widen, and she cries out in pleasure.

  Hearing her sounds, knowing I’m forcing them from her, has my dick jerking. I always fucking love to hear her sweet cries of pleasure. They make me feel so damn special that she’s giving them to me and no one else. They only belong to me now.

  I spread her legs wider and reach around with my hand to pull apart her lips. The pink flesh is drenched in her juices, and the sight has me dipping down for a better taste. I groan, loving the flavor of her pussy. I nip at her clit before sliding my tongue inside her. I feel her walls trying to grip my tongue, so I push it in as far as I can. Her legs begin quivering, and she tries to arch her hips, but I force them back down.

  I pull the hood of her clit back and latch my lips around the hidden bundle of nerves and suck greedily.

  “Ahh… yes!” she shouts, fisting my hair so tight it’s a wonder she’s not pulling chunks out. I don’t care. She can yank my hair all she wants.

  Lips still latched around her clit, I gently shake my head back and forth at the same time I insert two fingers into her tight sheath and groan deep in my throat. She gets impossibly tight around my fingers as I draw them out and push them back in.

  She sucks in a deep breath, before letting it out on a loud cry. I eat away at her and fuck her with my fingers as she settles into her orgasm. My hips unconsciously start pumping against the mattress, my dick feeling neglected at the moment. Precum weeps from the tip and onto the covers, and I want to rear back and shove myself inside her. Instead, I relentlessly continue my assault on her pussy as her release takes over her body.

  Once she relaxes and her fingers loosen in my hair, I give her a couple more swipes and pull my fingers from her. I slip them inside my mouth to lick away her delicious essence as I sit up on my knees.

  “Come up here,” she murmurs, her face flush from her release. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  I smile lazily down at her, enjoying the sated look on her face.

  Shaking my head, I tell her, “Not today.”

  A look of confusion mars her features, before her eyes widen in panic. “What? Colt…”

  I hush her with a finger to her lips. “Shh. Trust me?”

  I hold my breath, hoping like hell she does, but I shouldn’t have worried. Her answering nod is immediate, sending a thrill of euphoria through me.

  I smile and glide my hands up her legs, until I reach the apex of her thighs. The pulse in her throat flutters as her breath quickens again. Although she just reached her climax, her body is ready again. I hope my plan works. It’s not that I don’t ever think there will be a time I wouldn’t want to fuck her, but we need to know what we can get away with and what we can’t. We need to know our limits.

  “I’m not going to fuck you with my dick, but I’m still going to fuck you.”

  With that, I reach over and pull open the drawer to her nightstand and grab the bag I stashed there yesterday.

  “I know you said you’ve tried using toys in the past, but have you ever used one with a man present?”

  She looks down as I pull out a medium-sized pink dildo from a black plush bag. I
watch as nerves overtake her features, but behind it, I see curiosity and desire.

  Her eyes flicker back to mine. “No.”

  Her answer sends relief through me. To know that we’ll be doing something she hasn’t done before, especially with how many lovers she’s had, has my body tightening up in preparation.

  She’s splayed wide open with her bent legs on either side of my thighs. I lean forward and gently rub my lips against her soft ones. She sighs, and I slip my tongue inside and lazily tangle it with hers. The kiss is languid, not rushed. I pull back and run my hands down her chest, tweaking her nipples as I go, until my hands reach her opening. I watch her face as I slip two fingers inside and slowly begin to fuck her with them. I fist my cock and slowly slide my hand up and down, making sure to hit the head with each pass. Her breathing becomes labored as she watches my hand jerk myself off.

  “I’m going to fuck you with the toy, then come on your pussy, then fuck you again with it. That way, you still get cum inside, just not the usual way.”

  My words illicit a deep moan from her and her eyes flutter closed for a brief moment before settling back on my hand.

  “Does it turn you on?” I ask, adding a third finger to the first two. Her breath hitches as she brings her eyes to mine. “Do you like watching me fist fuck my cock?”

  “Yes…” she hisses, gripping the sheets with her hands. “Faster.”

  “Do what faster?”

  “Both. Fuck us both faster.”

  I fucking love that she’s not afraid to tell me what she wants. Nothing is a bigger turn on than having Abby talk dirty to me.

  I speed up my hand wrapped around my dick as I start slamming my fingers into her pussy. My knuckles bang against her pubic bone, and I worry it may be too painful for her, but from the moans coming from her lips, it’s anything but painful.

  I slip my fingers from her tight grip and grab the toy. I run the tip across her wetness, getting it nice and wet, before sliding it over her clit. Her hips buck and she grits her teeth as she watches me slide it back down to her opening. Applying light pressure, I push it in a couple inches. A pearly drop of precum forms on the tip of my dick, and I swipe my thumb over it and bring it to her clit.

  “Fuck me,” she hisses.

  She’s so fucking wet that the toy slides in and out of her easily. After playing with her clit for a moment, I bring my hand back to my cock. I grunt, the muscles in my thighs tightening. I’m so damn close.

  “Watching you take this toy is so fucking sexy,” I growl, watching it as it slides out and seeing it coated in her juices.

  My balls draw up, seconds away from release. I remove the toy, just as the first jet of cum shoots from the tip of my cock. I angle myself so it coats the outside of her pussy. My release triggers her own. She cries out and my gaze stays pinned on her clit as it pulses with her orgasm.

  Once I milk the last bit of cum from my balls, I put the toy back at her opening and gently push it inside, making sure I insert some of my release in her, hoping her body will be satisfied with our trickery. I pump it in and out a few times, then pull it from her body before falling forward and raining kisses along her sweat-slicked shoulder as we both try to catch our breaths.

  “That was…wow.”

  I smile before dipping down to kiss her lips.

  “Yeah, wow,” I agree.

  “Think it’ll work?”

  I brush away the damp hair from her cheeks and run my nose along the side of hers.

  “I don’t know. I hope so, but if it doesn’t, we’ll keep trying new things until we know what does and what doesn’t. Either way, we’ll see in a few hours.”

  “Yeah,” is all she says, seeming lost in thought.

  I get up from the bed, rinse my hands and cock off, and grab a washcloth to clean her with. After, we both settle in bed, neither talking too much, both wondering if what we just did will be enough to appease her cravings. To me, it wouldn’t matter if it did or not, but I know having options is something that will help Abby with her concerns.

  We still have several hours to go before we’ll know. I pull her tighter in my embrace, her back to my front, and kiss the top of her head.

  “Love you, Abby.”

  Her lips touch the arm I have wrapped around the top of her chest. I feel her smile against the flesh there, before she says back to me. “I love you too, Colt.”

  I know that no matter what happens, we’ll still be just as happy with our life. When two people love each other as much as we do, they can overcome anything that may step in their way. Yes, sex may be a big part of our lives, but it’s not the biggest part. What we have in our hearts is what will carry us over the years that come.

  A couple nights later, Abby is sitting naked in my lap. We’re on the couch, with me in nothing but my boxer briefs tucked down below my balls, my cock sticking out between us. Her hand is stroking along my length as I run my tongue and lips along her throat. One of my hands is cupping her breast, and the other is buried in her hair as I keep her head pulled back to give me better access. She digs the nails of her other hand into my shoulder.

  “Hmm… play with your pussy, Abby,” I murmur against her neck.

  She does so immediately by detaching her claws from me and placing her hand at her pussy. I look down, just as she slips one finger inside and pulls back to strum her clit. Her hips give a slight jerk, and a moan leaves her lips.

  I release her hair and grip my cock just below her hand and we both jack me slowly. Her head comes down and we kiss passionately. Tonight we’re trying something new. A couple nights ago, we waited up until two in the morning, waiting and waiting for the pain to take over her body and was ecstatic when it didn’t. She felt tiny twinges, but nothing compared to what she would normally feel. We celebrated by fucking each other’s brains out. The next day, I wanted to try something else, but we were unable to hold off on having each other, still riding the high of finding one way to get around her addiction.

  Tonight, we’re taking it one step further and seeing if she can get away with only having me come on her pussy, instead of some of it going inside her. We’re both hopeful, but we don’t want to be too hopeful.

  We both start panting heavily and sweat beads on our foreheads. Although we won’t be having penetrative sex, just watching her play with herself and having her watch me, makes what we’re doing more erotic.

  I sit up on the edge of the couch and lift her to sit on the coffee table. I bend Abby’s legs so her heels rest on the edge of the table, totally exposing herself to me. I get down on my knees in front of her as she leans back on her hands. She watches my movements, biting her bottom lip seductively.

  I grip the base of my cock, give it a couple more strokes, then slap the head against her clit.

  “Ahh… fuck.” She lifts her hips, wanting more.

  I oblige and give it a few more taps before stroking myself again. I want so badly to shove inside her slit and pound the fuck out of her, but I hold myself back. Using my free hand, I play with her pretty pussy by slipping a single finger inside, pulling back and adding a second. Her hand comes to play along with mine, and she strums her clit. Her stomach muscles quiver and she throws her head back in ecstasy.

  I twist my fingers and find the special spot inside her that I know drives her crazy. My own hand quickens its pace when I feel her constrict around me. I want this timed right. If I can’t come inside her, I at least want to come at the same time as her.

  Her hand leaves her clit to rest back on the table. Her hips lift up and her cries become louder. Her eyes are hooded, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. She clamps down on me unbearably tight, but I pull them back, just before I start spilling my seed. Sparks shoot up my back as the first stream lands perfectly over her clit, the second landing just above, and the third on her stomach. My eyes stay focused on her pussy as I watch my cum drip down her slit and land on the floor between us. That’s going to be a bitch to get out of the carpet later, but it’s
damn worth it.

  I pull her feet from the edge of the table, wrapping them around my waist, then pull her to a sitting up position. The length of my dick meets her soaked pussy and we both groan. It’s going to be hard waiting to see if this works, when I want to fuck her raw right now.

  She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. For someone that didn’t like to kiss the guys she was with before, she sure likes kissing now. Not that I’m complaining. I love that she enjoys it so much, because I’ll never get enough of the taste of her lips.

  “How in the hell are we supposed to wait to know if this works?” I ask with a groan against her throat.

  “Hmm… maybe we should sleep in separate beds.”

  I pull back and scowl. “Not fucking happening.”

  She laughs, a look of mischief in her eyes. “We need to put pillows between us then.”

  “That’s not fucking happening either.”

  Her suggestions are not fucking funny to me and she knows it, but she keeps laughing anyway.

  “We at least need to wear clothes then.”

  “I don’t like that idea either,” I grumble.

  “Do you honestly think we’ll be able to refrain from fucking with your naked cock nestled against me?”

  Unfortunately, we have work tomorrow, so we can’t stay up as late as the night of our first experiment.

  “Fine,” I relent grudgingly, knowing she’s right. “Underwear only, though.”

  I can tell she likes the idea about as much as me when she loses her smile. She leans down and nips my lip, before pushing me back and getting to her feet.

  “Shower,” she says, giving me another kiss.

  When I go to follow her, she stops and turns to face me.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Taking a shower with you,” I answer with a tone that says she should already know the answer.

  She looks down at my still hard cock, then back up at me, brow raised. “You really think that’s a good idea?”

  I glance down at my cock, then back up at her and growl. “Fuck.”

  She’s back to laughing as she saunters away.