Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  Oh.

  Oh right. It was slowly coming back to me, but I sipped my drink, making him wait for my response. As if I weren’t inwardly, like, freaking out, even though I was.

  “You can’t blame a girl for not wanting to settle down,” I purred, and I caught the barest hint of his aftershave. It was delicious. “And that was a long, long time ago.”

  “High School still,” he responded, his firm grasp upon my hip so commanding, so strong. His presence was so masculine, so authoritative, and it was easy to see how someone like him had gone so far. “I had big plans for us, for me, but you wanted to stay here and party. Seems we both accomplished our goals, Trisha,” he said with that predatory grin of his.

  “Well, to high school dreams, then,” I said, raising my glass in a toast before finishing it off. I’d had such a bad day, and now he was harshing my buzz. Making me feel bad for doing something I couldn't even remember.

  How many men — no, boys — had wanted something more from me? Had big dreams for our future?

  But that wasn’t who I was. Though with my parent’s impending financial crisis...

  I put on a brighter smile, “But we all have to grow up sometime, right?”

  He lifted his hand from the bar to lightly trail his fingers along my chin and jawline, cupping my face ever so lightly with his hard hands.

  “No. Not necessarily,” he said in a low, husky growl. “I’ve come to appreciate you for who and what you are. I don’t want to change you, make you aspire to be anything but you. Though still,” he said with that wolfish grin widening, “I’ve just got to have you all to myself. Whatever it takes.”

  My head tilted to the side as I looked up at him. It was a way more intense conversation than I could really have. My life was falling apart and I didn’t need some guy I knew in high school coming in and trying to...

  To what? Have me all to himself?

  Hah. Unless he was ready for a trophy wife or something, that wasn’t going to happen.

  “Is that so?” I asked, raising a brow to him.

  His thumb trailed along my cheek, its hard, smooth surface so calming in its own way.

  “Every beautiful party girl needs someone to keep them, no? And I can just feel that you need a man right now to take you on and keep you in the manner to which you’re accustomed, huh?” he said, leaning in closer, his tall form looming over me as his dark eyes bored into mine.

  And I so totally did.

  I guess that’s what people talk about when they talk about fate.

  My smile broadened, and I shrugged my shoulders a little, playing coy. “Maybe,” I said with a little sing-songness to it.

  “No maybe about it, is there?” he said, so confident in his knowledge of me, that grin never fading. “Back in high school I couldn’t offer you much. Just a lot of promises. Now? Things have changed, Trish-the-Dish.” He leaned in, his shaved-cheek brushing against my smooth one as he murmured gruffly into my ear. “I’m going to buy you. Make you mine. Whatever the cost. It’s already decided. From the moment you turned me down and stayed here, I knew I’d come back for you.”

  His deep, husky words so dark, so certain, so authoritative. He had to have me, and never let me go from his thoughts in the years since high school.

  And I couldn’t lie... the idea of this guy pining over me for so long, that I had made such an impression on him? That turned me on like I couldn’t believe. Thinking about him spending his nights at home, jerking off, moaning my name...

  I let out a sigh of arousal, my smile so genuine. It was like all my silly little dreams were coming through. The world does give you what you need!

  “Buy me?” I repeated, licking along my lower lip. “What makes you think you could afford me?”

  There it was, that devilish glimmer in his eyes. I’d brought it out, and he looked so damn devious, so smug.

  “Because I made it so, my sweet Trisha,” he said in a smooth husk. “It took a while. Study, hard work, the building of a fortune. Then the buying up of your parent’s company. Firing them. Buying up their debt to foreclose on their mortgage,” he licked his lips as if his hunger was rising just talking about it. “All so you’d have no choice. Nowhere better to turn. Than me.”

  I stared at him in shock.

  It wasn’t even that I believed him, not really... but how could he possibly know all that if he was lying?

  It made my knees quiver, and I had to hold onto the bar just to stay upright in my stiletto heels. I was gonna be sick, I just knew it, and I tried to say something but I couldn’t.

  And there it was again. The thought of him going through all this obsession, just for me, and I was angry and scared and it was all rollin’ around within me. But the worst was how much the idea of him being so obsessed with me made me horny.

  He’d obsessively planned it all, set me up so that my options were security with him, or take my chances. Live like everybody else.

  It was sadistic.

  And he looked to be loving it.

  His two strong hands steadied me, holding me up, just like he was offering to do; he’d tear down my life, but keep me up. As long as I did what he wanted.

  “I’m not asking much, Trisha,” he growled, leaning in so close to me. “Not that you give up being a party girl to settle down. Just that you be my party girl,” and the emphasis on his possession was so strong, so fierce. “Travel around the world with me on business trips. Live the high life in every major trade city on the planet. The finest booze and drugs. And have your brains fucked out by me every goddamn night.”

  I wanted to be so pissed. I wanted to scream, to hit him, to call him every name in the book.

  But he’d found some way to tap into something that I’d hid so deep even I didn’t know it was there, and I couldn’t hide how my body was growing warm. That between my thighs, I was getting unbearably hot.

  “Fuck you,” I hissed, but there was no fight to the words.

  “Oh you will,” he replied without missing a beat, then pressed in. His lips met mine and he held nothing back. He kissed me deeply, passionately, grasping a hold of my body and face, his fingers running back through my hair as he ravenously hungered for me.

  I could feel his fingers squeezing at my shapely flesh, his tongue lashing at mine as the music still thrummed around us.

  I admit that I was even then questioning what I was doing, and I wasn’t used to that. Usually I did what felt good, and this... him?

  He felt really good. His body was hard, his hands and mouth filled with passion, and he tasted like power.

  But I knew he shouldn’t feel good, and that kept bringing me out of the kiss, even as my tongue warred with his.

  For all he’d done to shake up my life, he shook me up physically too. His hands were all over me and he was ravenous for me. Years of repressed desire bubbling out before he even got his answer from me. He even got so daring as to grab and knead my ass as we stood there at the bar, until finally we broke apart and I stared into this intense, dark eyes of his.

  “I have a penthouse suite while I stay here,” he said in a breathy, deep voice. “Come spend the night with me. And every night after. You’re mine now, princess. And I’ll keep you better than your parents ever could anyhow,” he pledged to me so vehemently.

  That’s the point that I should’ve turned around and walked out and taken him to court or something. But that wasn’t who I am.

  I’m the girl that nodded her head because she was too horny to think straight. I’m the girl that found his sadistic obsession with me arousing. I’m the girl who needed him, bad.

  The smugness was gone from his face, just sheer triumph took its place. He’d won, after all those years, and got the prize: me. He’d broke me down and claimed me, as he’d always wanted, and he was too excited to be anything else in his victory.

  He led me out of the club, where a black, chauffeured sedan awaited us. The driver opened our door and Ash — I remembered his name at last — helped
me on in, before climbing into the back and pouncing atop me again before the chauffer could even begin to drive.

  It might’ve been one of the dumbest things I’d done, but it didn’t feel like it. Not as his hand ran up over my ribs, then down to my naked thigh. His palm pressed against my skin, grabbing me hard as he kissed my lips, making out with me so lewdly.

  Lust took me over and I was squirming against him, wanting so bad to feel his hand on my hot, wet pussy.

  We were like teenagers again in the back of his car, pawing, kissing, humping. He let his hand wander up my thigh and gave me just what I wanted too; he touched his finger to my hot, wet cunny, free of panties, and he gave a low growl of desire at finding it so bare.

  It wasn’t a long drive, but in that time he stoked my fires higher. He teased my clit, circled it with his thumb and squeezed at my breast through my dress. All the while, his mouth worked against mine, quieting my nearly constant moans.

  I couldn’t remember ever being more turned on in my life.

  He was just as ravenous and as the car came to a stop outside the swankiest hotel in the whole city, we could barely tear ourselves away from each other.

  My hips bucked towards him, our bodies all tangled up as I reached out, touching against his hard-on through his pants, stroking him so wantonly. I pulled away for just long enough to look at him from beneath my thick lashes, and I knew I couldn’t hold myself back from him.

  He had to pull me from the car, lift me up out of it in fact. Though as I struggled to pull my dress down to a semi-decent level, we were walking up the stairs into the posh hotel front, making our way to the elevator.

  He inserted his key for his private suite floor, and then before the doors were even shut, we were at it again. He lifted my one leg up to his hip, stroked along to my ass as our lips smacked, and he was grinding against me, pinning me to the mirrored wall of the elevator.

  Though once the elevator came to a halt at his fabulously opulent penthouse, we only barely managed to get through the door before it shut again. He held me up in his arms, fondling and kissing me as we made our way towards the plush, round sofa.

  He was such a colossal jerk, and really, it’d be easy to say I was only doing it because he was blackmailing me.

  But because he was blackmailing me, oh man... I totally wanted it. Him. He’d built his entire world around getting me, and maybe it’d be smart to play coy, but my body was having none of that. No games, to teasing.

  I broke from his kiss and immediately he went down my throat, sucking on my neck, claiming me like an animal with his love bites.

  Those big hands of his pawed at me, he nipped and kissed at my neck, and all the while I could feel the pulse of his desire through his impressively sized cock. Feel the way it ground against my supple flesh, the way he so desperately needed me.

  He released me only long enough to shed his blazer, growling as he suckled at my neck.

  “You’re mine at last,” he said between suckling kisses.

  I wanted to protest except the way he said mine made me hungry for him. I moaned, my dark hair flicked off my shoulder as he licked and kissed and nipped at my sensitive flesh. My hand went to his bicep, gripping it as my body ground beneath him.

  I was horny as hell, and no matter how I tried to hide it, I couldn’t.

  It became especially impossible when he slid his two hands up my thighs, and lifted my dress over my hips. With my pussy bare, there was no way to hide how glistening wet it was from his hungry gaze. No way I wanted to stop him as he kissed his way down between my legs, placing pecks and suckling kisses upon the soft inner flesh of my thighs, before finally coming to taste my pussy.

  One lick of it and he was moaning with such vulgarity.

  “Fuck, I forgot how good your cunt tastes,” he growled, lashing his tongue around my clit again immediately after, not wanting to take his mouth away from me for long.

  I gasped, my hand gripping the sofa cushion as I lifted my hips towards him, not shy about wanting him to bury his face in me. I ground against him as his tongue swirled around me with expertise, and I only vaguely recalled that night we were together, and I taught him everything there was to know about eating me out.

  And he remembered every last trick I’d taught him.

  He devoured me not only with a great hunger and need, but such practiced attention to detail. Like my pussy had been enshrined in his memory ever since. He licked my cunny, suckled my clit and worked me so masterfully, not that I had a lot of choices about it. Though it’d be hard to argue I wanted him to stop.

  I’d never had a lover who was so into it, so insatiably needy for my body, to taste my honey. He wanted it all, all of me, every part, and not just for his own physical gratification.

  His need for me was more than just that. He needed to possess me, fully. Totally. As a woman and not just a plaything.

  One of my legs was sprawled over the back of the sofa, the other wrapped around his head as he brought me to ecstasy faster than anyone else I’d ever been with. I couldn’t believe it was even happening, but my tummy tensed up and then it was just an explosion of bliss, and I knew I was making a mess all over his face and the expensive sofa but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except how good he made me feel, and I screamed his name so loud I figured I’d wake the people in the basement dozens of floors below.

  As I was still quaking in the wake of my mind-blowing orgasm, he was lapping it up. All of my juices were his to devour, bought with his blackmail and cunning. He kissed and teased my flesh before he finally pulled away.

  “That’s my pussy, my dinner from now on, you hear me, Trisha?” he growled so commandingly as he stripped off his white shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, with pronounced pecs and chiseled abs. Such a gorgeous specimen of masculinity, and I hadn’t a doubt that it too was for me. All part of the obsessive snare laid to catch me, and I watched as his hand trailed down, undoing his pants.

  I was transfixed, my body betraying me as I stared at him with such need. Need to feel what his cock was like. I couldn’t remember if we’d fucked before — probably not. I was a wicked cock tease in high school, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d left him aching.

  I bit in on my lower lip, squirming to get closer to him. I’d never needed something, or someone, so bad in my life.

  He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and I could see the cotton bulge of his manhood, that thick snake of a cock protruding. He tugged down both garments, and that meaty girth of his sprang out, so big, so perfectly shaped. It was a gorgeous specimen of manhood, and it throbbed in the air for me. Its desire so obvious.

  Ash took hold of my hips and legs, positioned me just as he wanted as he got over me.

  “And one more thing,” he said in a low, dark growl, his eyes staring into mine as he wiped away the last remaining juices from his face to lap them up too. “No condoms. No protection of any kind. Not with me, party girl,” and then he took hold of his dick, and lewdly slapped it to my pussy before teasing my entrance with his bare, purple crown.

  I wish that cock didn’t do such horrible things to my mind, absolutely numbing my ability to protest. That was always my one rule. Always use a condom. To make sure I did? I didn’t go on the pill or anything like that. I didn’t want to tempt myself to ever break my rule.

  And yet there he was, ordering me to.

  I’d already cum, so I should’ve just said ‘fuck it’. Walked out that door.

  But then his cock teased along my clit and I sucked in a deep breath, quivering against him.

  “I’m not on the pill,” I said, shaking my head and looking for where the hell I left my purse. “Always condoms.”

  The purse was long gone, left with my girlfriends back at the club. Forgotten when I left with the man who was blackmailing me in such a lust filled hurry.

  “No,” he growled to me simply, and paid me no heed as he teased my clit one final time, took one last tempting slide down along the leng
th of my wet slit… then sank down into me. His bare cock filling me up like no other man had, our raw flesh touching, producing such a sensation that made every other care-free romp feel like a pale imitation. And he moaned deeply, his pleasure a low rumble as he shut his eyes for a moment and savoured his first penetration of his new captive.

  “Ohhh fuck… no… never a condom. Not with me,” he stated so certainly.

  I cried out, wanted to protest, and yet my body betrayed me again. He felt... amazing. So hot, and hard, throbbing with such intensity that I could barely believe. He was so big, and it just stole every last thought from me.

  The idea of pushing him off of me was like a silly, weird thought that I could never go through with.

  Instead, my body clenched him, begging him further into my hot little pussy.

  He tugged back his hips against the tight grip of my cunny, my folds clinging to him as his powerful hips retracted. Though the first pleasing thrust after we were both moaning again, then again with the next. And again.

  It was beautiful, our bodies working together more masterfully than any of the random hookups I’d had. He was magnificent, and all those years of waiting, planning, had paid off — not just for him — as he took me his way.

  I was at his mercy, and his throbbing cock slammed into me harder with each thrust. His heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against my ass as he pounded and pounded, the two of us rutting carelessly like the teenagers we once were together.

  He grabbed my legs, my high heels still on, and held them over his shoulders, making it so that I couldn’t squirm away from his powerful thrusts. He was fucking me so deep that it almost hurt, and I was pinned against him, my knees bent over his shoulders as he stared down on me.

  He had me right where he wanted me, in every way, not just physically. And he knew it. The look on his self-satisfied face, the utter bliss as he fucked me for the first time, really fucked me. And my very first raw fucking.