Tasting Candy
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“Your parents don’t have to know. It’s only a few days,” Tristan says.
I pause, biting my lip. “Okay, don’t take this the wrong way, but, um… you aren’t planning to kidnap me or, I don’t know, murder me and throw my body in the ocean, are you?”
Tristan tilts his head back and laughs. “Holy shite, is that really your first impression of me?” he asks, more amused than offended.
I give him a wishy-washy shrug and reply, “It can’t hurt to be cautious, ya know.”
“I swear to you that my intentions are purely innocent, and I am asking you to accompany me in the name of spontaneity and adventure. I solemnly promise not to do anything to you which might result in your picture appearing on the front page of a newspaper. I promise. It’s just a few days, and then you can come right back to this diner job and your quaint little town, if you so desire. So, what do you say? What have you got to lose?”
I stare at him blankly, my mind running in circles. What the hell could I say to an offer like this?
Those gorgeous eyes of his have already made the decision for me, and my pussy is feeling warm inside at their enticing gaze that seems to promise the world to me.
Still, it hits me: if I don’t do something like this now, then when? Dad runs a convenience store and Mom teaches surf lessons. We’re never going to be the types of people who can afford trips, even if my folks are happy with what they do.
I’ve never been outside California in my short eighteen years of life, and right now, if I’m honest, I feel like I’m spinning my wheels in the mud, working the same dead-end temp jobs and knowing the same grating people. I’m tired of sitting here on the off chance that adventure decides to come blowing through Big Lagoon — not that it ever will.
Except today.
“You know what? Yeah. Yeah, I will,” I say, and immediately, I feel the adventurous fire in my blood kicking up, sparking something new in me I’ve never felt before. “Screw this crappy job. Screw this boring town. I wanna do something different for once,” I declare, nodding firmly.
Tristan grins, looking beyond pleased with himself.
Color comes to my cheeks, and I can’t hold back a laugh. I bite my lip a moment, looking at his outstretched hand, and then I take it. It closes around mine in a firm, warm grip. There’s a lot of strength in that grasp, I realize as another rush of warmth runs up through my body.
And California is a big state to explore.
Marble Mountain Wilderness. It’s a four-hour trip up there, but with each passing minute next to this towering, unreal guy, I feel better and better about all this.
Tristan drives a car that’s like something out of a dream. It’s a light blue Aston Martin, and it looks like it’s a model from the 60s that’s been restored. He hasn’t mentioned whether he restored it himself, but he doesn’t need to. I can tell by the way he handles the rumbling vehicle with such intimacy that you only adopt from something you built up from nothing yourself.
We stopped by my house to grab a few things and let me change — I figure a 50s waitress outfit isn’t exactly the best thing to go on a road trip with a handsome stranger in.
I threw on a flowy white shirt, some denim shorts, and slipped into a pair of pink converse, and stuffed a few similar outfits into a grocery store bag before running back out to the car.
And just like that, I was off on a road trip with a man I met a few hours ago. I always lived such a careful life, and maybe it’s just because of what those girls said, or maybe it’s because of how unbelievable hot Tristan is, but right now I need to take a chance.
“Alright, so,” I say over the classic rock blaring out the speakers, and Tristan turns the volume down just enough that we can talk comfortably as the wind whips around us, “tell me a little about the guy whose hands I just put my life into.”
He grins, the kind of grin you see in a dad who knows better than his child but wants to entertain her anyway, lovingly. “Well, guess there’s no hiding where I’m from, but if you want to get specific, I’m from outside a little town called Rookswood in the south part of the UK. My family kind of owns some land on a hill overlooking it.”
I try to hide my widening eyes as he speaks.
“I...don’t keep up with the rest of the family,” he says in the tone of one who knows he should be ashamed but really isn’t, and it makes me grin.
“Not on the best terms?”
“Well, when you drop out of boarding school and tell your Dad to ‘fuck off’ when he asks about college, you tend to put some distance there.”
I giggle, blushing, but something about all that is a little different from the usual runaway story you hear around my hometown. “Fair enough, but hold on, hilltop landowners? Boarding school? Tight-knit family?”
He frowns a little for the first time, but even that carries a rugged handsomeness that warms me up nicely. “I won’t lie, we’re—no, they’re well-off.” He flashes a smile at my raised eyebrow. “Trust me, though, family affairs are the farthest thing from my mind.”
Later on, we finally pull into the camping spot at Marble Mountain, way out in the middle of nowhere. The California summer breeze is blowing all around us, rustling the beautiful trees and lush scenery that goes for miles and miles from the mountainside vantage point Tristan picked out for us. I’ve lived in California all my life, but this? This is really breathtaking.
Tristan sets up our tent in a matter of minutes as I finish telling him about the situation with my ex.
“Sounds like hell,” he agrees, shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his brow once our tent is set up, and I finish putting together what’s soon to be our campfire. “I just can’t believe that a guy would pull something like that on you.”
“What do you mean?” I laugh, putting my hands on my hips and stepping over toward him. “Guys do that all the time.”
“Maybe, but a girl like you is hard to come across, Sienna,” he says, and I feel my face go pink, my body tingling at the sound of my name on his lips. “You’re a one-of-a-kind find.”
I chew on my lip a moment as he takes a step closer, looming over me as his irresistible scent hits me. “Figure that out in the five hours we’ve known each other, did you?”
“Sienna,” he says with a single laugh, so much like an older man chiding a young girl for being silly, even though we can’t be more than a few years apart. “I knew that the moment I set eyes on you.”
He reaches around, and I feel like my dream is bursting into reality as his huge hand takes a firm grip on my ass and pulls me forward. I’m brought into his chest, his masculine scent filling my world before he bends down and pulls me up into a kiss.
I feel like the tension that’s been hanging between us since we first met is shattering in triumph as his hands grope me, feeling up every inch of the body his eyes have been roving over at every spare second.
When he feels me, I can tell he’s savoring every part of me. His fingers press into my ass, feeling the give, taking in its shape before going up to my hips and doing the same. A hand reaches for my hair, grabbing a fistful of it to better press my lips into his, the stubble on his face brushing against my cheeks as he breaks the kiss to go down to my neck.
I want this. I need this. Most of all, I want him.
“I’ve been thinking about this since I walked into that diner, Sienna,” he confesses between kisses, and I gasp as a hand goes to my breast while his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my neck. I want to reply, to tell him he’s all I’ve ever wanted, that he’s the escape from all this that I’ve needed so long and literally dreamed about, but now that he’s a reality in front of me, all I can focus on is how needy my pussy is for him.
In a fluid motion, his hands grab my shirt and pull it off as I lift my arms, and my bra is off before I realize what’s happened. I breathe sharply, looking up for a moment at the wide-open sky. We’re totally out in the open, nothing but the forest and mountains around us as he strips my breasts bare.
“Holy fuck,” I hear escape my lips as I see what’s under that shirt.
My dreams didn’t do justice to what a man could really achieve, apparently. Maybe because I’ve never been with a man, much less a man like Tristan. His body is rock-solid, and he’s in the prime of his youth — huge shoulders ripple down into a perfectly toned set of bulging biceps that look like they could cut a diamond. He’s not so bulky as to look like a professional weightlifter, but this guy must live at the gym nonetheless.
There are so many abs on his stomach that I just want to spend the next few minutes counting them, but all my body can do is let my fingers run down them slowly, their huge, animalistic owner barely restraining his lust as I do so. Then I reach the hem of his pants, and he can’t hold himself back any longer.
I’m going to be bold today. I’ve been bold all the way up to this point, so I’m going to do it again now. I work off the belt and toss it aside—he’s too preoccupied with my neck, and I feel a blissful tickle on my skin as he sucks at it, marking what he’s doing to me as he groans.
After his belt is off, I work open the front of his pants, I see the outline of a massive bulge in his boxers. I need it in me, and fast. I start to reach in, but I’m stopped suddenly as he grabs my wrist and pulls me up to him, looking at me with a predatory grin.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
I wet my lips as I search for my voice. “Fuck me, Tristan,” is all that comes to my lips, and he gives a dark laugh before he picks me up suddenly.
I’m paper in his arms. He carries me with both hands and brings me over to the car, laying me on the hood, where he grabs my shorts and pulls them down in a fluid motion.
I’m not wearing panties. I hadn’t realized I’d forgotten them in the rush of getting dressed, but maybe my subconscious was telling me something about what it wants from this massive stranger.
“Look at you,” he says in a low tone, eyes roving over my body like a predator savors the sight of his kill.
He’s stripped all the clothes off me, and I’m out in the open, vulnerable. I’m breathing heavily, my mouth hanging open in lust as I look up at the statuesque figure looming over me. The hood of the car is still warm from our trip, but there’s only one part of me he needs right now.
“Won’t it hurt,” I say, feeling the metal under my body, but he just laughs that almost condescending laugh again.
“Don’t worry,” he assures me, “not with what I plan on doing to you.”
The words send chills through my body. I open my mouth to ask what he means, but before I can get so much as a breath out, he parts my legs, exposing my pussy to him, and when I realize his cock isn’t even out yet, I try to brace myself for what’s about to happen.
I’m not prepared.
He leans forward and releases his tongue over my slit, and as it runs over the surface of it, testing the waters playfully, I hear a moan from Tristan as he savors the first taste of me.
“You’re already wet,” he murmurs, utter delight in his tone. “Good. You’ll need it.”
His tongue starts darting in and out of his mouth, and I can feel the stubble of his face brushing up against me every few strikes as he delves into me, warming my whole body with each stroke.
“Oh my god, Tristan!” I squeal within a matter of moments. I’ve played with myself before, felt the comfort of my own fingers and even a few toys recently, but this? This is something only he could give me, and it feels better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of.
“This new to you, doll?” he asks, sounding more than a little amused as he stops to speak for only the briefest moment before he starts darting in again and again, and I know exactly where those strokes are headed, climbing upward stroke after stroke.
“I...I…” I gasp. There’s no holding back now, I’ve got to tell him. Part of me suddenly feels worried. I’ve put on this guise of seeming like a down to earth, rough and ready chick, but I’m a virgin. How is that going to affect how he sees me? What if he stops? But I can’t lie to a guy like this. Those eyes are paralyzing in how easily they can probe me. “I’ve never done anything before!”
I feel my hips squeezed, bare flesh completely in his possession as his tongue buries itself in my folds, and I gasp as it drives right up to my clit, where it swirls around over and over again in a sudden, quick, rhythmic motion until…
“Ahhhh, Tristan!” I yelp out, trying desperately to close my legs, to retreat and recoup, but there’s no escaping him. My honey floods his face, and after he takes me fully over that crest, he raises up, licking his lips before kissing me on mine, and the taste of myself on him is sweeter than anything that’s ever graced my tongue.
“So?” he whispers, an inch from my face, “Doll, when I’m through with you, it won’t matter whether you’ve never fucked anyone or if you’ve fucked a hundred.” I gasp as he slides his finger into my pussy and drags it along the inside of my walls, hitting something that nearly makes me cum again, clenching my hands into fists on the hood of the car. “You’ll remember me.”
As he stands up, he carefully picks me up from the car, and as he turns around, I realize he’s holding me with one hand, like a diner tray I would have carried out of the kitchen at the restaurant a few hours ago. He uses his free hand to work his cock out, and I only catch a glimpse of it before he positions me.
It’s huge. I spot a dark, bulging crown that’s stiff and erect, just for me, and it’s so eager to be plunged deep into my cunt. He takes me in both hands, and instinctively, I start to wrap my legs around his abdomen, even though I’m not even down on his cock yet. But it’s perched on my lips, and judging by how high up I still am, there’s a lot of cock under me to take in.
“You’re not ready for this, doll,” he says, a simple statement of fact. I bite my lip, my pussy absolutely aching for more of him inside me, and if I don’t get it soon, I feel like I’m going to burst.
“I know,” I gasp, “but I’ve got to have it, Tristan, you can’t fucking take me out in the wilderness like this and hold out on me!”
“Sounds like I’ve got you at a disadvantage,” he teases, and before I can protest, he leans me forward so he can get to my breasts, and his mouth goes to my tits, stiff and needy for attention.
His teeth graze and nearly bite at them, and I feel my body electrified by the sensation, from my breasts to my cunt. But my cunt is still torturously perched on his dick, and I want so badly to just thrust myself downward onto it, fulfill every dream I’ve ever had about a man inside me, fucking me until I can’t breathe, but he just keeps swirling his tongue around my nipples and teasing my body with something at the same time sweeter and more infuriating than a solid cock in my pussy.
“Fuck you,” I whimper, “fuck you, Tristan!”
“You should have known better than to trust a stranger, Sienna,” he says playfully, his breath hot on my breasts. But fuck, the way he’s looking at them, looking at a part of my body, makes me feel so fucking wanted that I almost don’t want to stop him.
I’ve always been an average girl, but for someone like Tristan to come and just about literally sweep me off my feet and out into the wilderness like this? This is insane. It’s got to be a dream.
But no, the feeling of his pulsing cock at my lips as he holds me up—no sign of his arms tiring—tells me that this is very real, and I never want it to end.
He starts rubbing his teeth together, nearly biting on my nipples as his tongue lashes across the stiffened tips, and keyed up as I am, I feel my abdomen tightening blissfully. “Oh god, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I breathe, “I didn’t even know that could make you-”
I’m cut off as the sensation becomes too much, and I come right there atop
his cock, just from the feeling of his mouth on my breasts. My pussy is already wet, but I can feel it drenching his crown. But at last, whether he’s simply decided to end my torment or his cock really is too needy to ignore anymore, his teasing comes to an end.
In one fluid, swift motion, he lowers me onto his cock.
I’ve heard my friends talk about how some people are “screamers” in bed. I never knew really what that meant until the feeling of that massive, throbbing, thick cock driving all the way up inside me make me let out a scream of pure, overwhelming ecstasy that rings out across the mountains, my whole body wracked with an earth-shattering orgasm.
I have sex toys. None of them compare to the hot, living, bulging manhood within me. I’ve never felt so alive, so whole in my life, and only once I’m on him does he start thrusting up.
“See, Sienna?” he muses, holding a bunch of my hair in his hand as he rocks me on his cock, leaving me utterly useless in his grasp, “you’ve got some life in you after all. You just need to tap into it—let loose.”
As I find the strength in me to start pushing my hips in, grabbing his chest and desperately grinding against his hot cock, I understand what he means. I’m naked in the middle of nowhere, giving into primal, animalistic instincts. And by the look in his eyes, I can tell he is, too.
He laughs at my efforts—for everything that I’m doing, it’s nothing compared to what he could do with me, and he demonstrates as he adjusts himself on the hood and I nearly fall over, if not for his hands steadying me.
He uses his grip on my hair to bring me in close so he can whisper into my ear.
“I’m going to breed you, doll. Do you want that? Do you want me to breed you out here in the wilderness, plant my seed in you so far away from the rest of the world?”
I know what I should say. I know what any rational and responsible person would say. But if I wanted to be the rational person, I wouldn’t have put myself in this man’s possession and let him take me out here.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I gasp, and I mean every syllable of it.