Painless (The Story of Samantha Smith #3)

by Devon Hartford

  “Mmm, that feels wonderful,” I said.

  He smiled and massaged for awhile. When he was finished, he slid his hands up my jeans and worked his thumbs between my thighs until they teased between my legs. I giggled as he tickled his hands up my sides and pulled my sweater and T shirt over my head. He tossed them onto the floor, took my hands, and pulled me to standing.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Pants,” he grinned as he unbuttoned my jeans, slid the zipper down, and slowly worked my jeans and panties down to my ankles. He was kneeling beside me, his face inches from my center. He tilted his head up at me and cocked his dimples while he inhaled slowly.

  “Fucking incredible,” he said, closing his eyes to savor my scent. He leaned toward me and exhaled on my wet folds. His hot breath made me tingle. I wanted to dance nervously, but my jeans trapped my feet. He put one knee between my legs, pressing my jeans down and binding my feet. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Christos,” I murmured. “I can’t move.”

  “Nope,” he chuckled. He cupped my butt with his hands and jerked my hips toward him, burying his face between my legs. His tongue laved between my lips, hot and hungry. He lapped up my wetness like a parched man stumbling into an oasis.

  The pleasure was intense and electric, spasming out from my core into my chest, glowing up my throat. I felt faint, and propped an arm against his muscled shoulder, steadying myself as he licked away my equilibrium. Contractions seized my core as an orgasm rose up inside me, spinning through my body in liquid waves of heat. I moaned throatily and collapsed onto Christos’ shoulders as pleasure stole gravity and lifted me into the air. “Oh, oh, oh…”

  He drove his tongue into me as I came all over his face. He wouldn’t stop, and my pleasure mounted, intensifying as another orgasm took flight on the wings of the first.

  He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t relent. He growled and moaned as his fingers clenched my ass in his mesmerizing grip. He was ravenous and tore me open with his tongue. I wept pleasure between my legs, raining all over his face.

  I was gone.

  ===

  My legs were quivering when he finally finished. My torso was draped over his shoulders so I levered up with my arms. My hair hung in my face as I gazed down at him.

  He tilted his head up at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He looked carnivorous as his slick lips spread across his teeth. “I told you I’ve been dying for a bite.”

  I giggled. “You sound like a vampire.”

  He chuckled and pulled off his shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos on his arms and shoulders as well as the ‘Fearless’ script across his chest, then slid himself up my body, pressing pectorals against my swollen breasts and the knots of my nipples, shooting electric tingles that stopped my breath. He unhooked my bra and peeled it away, his face still glistening as he kissed me deeply and caressed my neck.

  “Mmm, so good,” he said. “Ready for your bath?”

  “What about you?” I asked.

  “What about me?”

  “Aren’t you, you know, like totally worked up?”

  “I can wait,” he said cockily.

  Ab alert! I looked down at his always amazing abs. I would do laundry 24/7 if his abs were my washboard. I ran my fingers down them, caressing all eight as they arrowed down to the waistband of his pants. “I don’t know if I can.” I grabbed his belt and pulled his hips into me.

  “I would never refuse a lady,” he grinned.

  I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I wanted to recreate the same move he’d used on me. I grabbed his underwear and jeans and started pulling. “Damn, your jeans are tight.” I needed some leverage, so I stepped out of my jeans and panties and kicked them aside before setting my legs and yanking unsuccessfully on his jeans. “A little help?”

  “Blame fashion,” he said casually. “Skinny jeans are in.” He shimmied his hips as I slid his pants down.

  His cock sprung out of his boxers and waved in my face.

  “Look out for my heat seeking missile,” he joked. “It’s got target lock.”

  I snickered. “You are a complete dork, you know that?”

  “Only for you, agápi mou.”

  I managed to push his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. When I rose up on my knees, his throbbing cock was pointing right at my mouth.

  “Uhhh…” I said, “What do I do?”

  “You got yourself into this mess,” he said.

  I arched an eyebrow and glared up at him. “I think it’s time for my bath?”

  “Whatever you prefer. My dick’s not going anywhere. I can fuck you later. It’s up to you.”

  Still staring at him, I shook my head. “You have a dirty mind, young man.”

  “The dirtiest.”

  I lowered my eyes back to his manhood. Wow, it was really big. Thick veins wound around the shaft. The head was dark and purpled with blood. It literally pulsed, thump, thump, thump, probably in time with his heartbeat, getting slightly bigger with each thud. Pre cum dribbled from the tip. I licked my lips. I couldn’t help myself. It looked so lickable.

  I leaned toward it and felt heat pouring off of it before my lips even touched it.

  “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” he asked thoughtfully.

  “Not really?” My mouth had never been this close to a cock in my entire life. I’d always maintained a safe distance at all times. Maybe it was finally time to throw caution to the wind.

  “We can jump in the tub if you want, and enjoy the suds,” he said softly. “It’s up to you.”

  I smiled up at him and batted my eye lashes.

  He grinned.

  I leaned forward and gingerly kissed the top of the tip once. “How was that?”

  “Wow. Amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it,” he quipped. “Best. Blow job. Ever,” he winked.

  I frowned at him. “Excuse me. I haven’t had a lot of experience swallowing elephant trunks, hot shot.”

  He cocked a dimple at me. “I’ve got a hot shot waiting for you, whenever you’re ready.”

  I rolled my eyes. “That was epically lame, Christos.”

  “And?” he grinned. “Make your move or I’m jumping in the tub.”

  “Fine. You asked for it,” I growled. I leaned forward and licked the pre-cum right off the tip and swallowed. A salty hint of ocean. Not what I’d expected. But I wasn’t done. I slid my lips around the head of his cock and licked the underside.

  “Fu-uh-uh-uck,” he moaned.

  I glanced up and saw him throw his head back. There was no way I was getting all of him in my mouth so I grabbed his shaft with both hands and continued to lick and slide with my mouth.

  He hissed in ecstasy. “Oh, damn, that’s amazing…”

  I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. I had seen porn, and had some basic ideas about how this worked. What I hadn’t expected was how much it was turning me on. I felt the muscles in my core shaking with need, like there was a direct connection between these lips and those. I slid my head forward as far as I could go, until he touched the back of my throat. Red alert! I pulled back abruptly.

  I’d heard about gag reflexes, and those fabled women who had none. I did.

  I could work around it.

  I continued to lick and stroke with mouth and hands. I moved my left hand down and cupped his balls and massaged them with my fingers. I suddenly remembered seeing people working those silver meditation balls in their hands, the ones that rang when you circled them around in your fingers.

  Meditation, my ass.

  Those silver balls were for blow job practice.

  ===

  CHRISTOS

  The funny thing about blow jobs was that a good number of chicks sucked at them. In a bad way. I mean, they were terrible. Like sticking my dick in a meat grinder.

  I had no doubt an equal number of men were terrible at going down on women, but that was another topic.

  The worst thing in the world was when a chick wa
s going down on you, grinding the skin off your dick like a belt sander, having the time of her life, thinking she’s all that. The last thing you wanted to do was burst her bubble and tell her she sucked at sucking. I’d never done that. I’d always manned up and endured the pain. Most of the time, I could force out a wad as quickly as possible and be done with it. But on one or two rare occasions, the chick was so bad, there was no way I was going to come before my dick was ground down to a nub. I don’t even remember how I got out of that one. I think I had just shouted, “Oh shit, who’s that outside your window!” and ran out her front door when she was looking the other way. Not one of my finer moments.

  Lucky for me, Samantha was easily the best I’d ever had. World class. Gold medal performance. She’d barely started and already I couldn’t tell up from down or left from right.

  “Holy fuck” I said, “I have to sit down.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” Samantha asked, pulling her mouth off my dick.

  “Fuck no. But I’m going to pass out at the rate you’re going.”

  “Is that bad?” she asked innocently.

  I shook my head and chuckled. “No.” My knees were jelly as I lowered myself until I was sitting on the edge of the tub.

  Samantha kept one hand around my dick the whole time, like she didn’t want to let go. She had no idea how fucking sexy that was. And the fact she didn’t know, made her ten times sexier. Not because she was innocent, but because she wasn’t doing an act. Some women thought the cameras were rolling while they were in the bedroom and they were busy mugging and moaning for the lens. But Samantha was right here with me, focused entirely on me. It was a rare and unique experience for me as much as I knew it was for her.

  She knelt down on the rug in front of the tub between my knees. “Shall I continue?” she asked.

  “Hells yeah,” I grinned.

  Her hot lips slid back down my cock like a silk glove. Damn, she was such a natural. She worked her way up and down my dick, pulling me inside her deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes and my head fell back, lolling against my shoulders. Whatever she was doing with her hands and mouth was magic. I swear, my entire package was glowing with pleasure, like my entire awareness was collapsing into my cock in a tight ball of hot ecstasy straining to be released.

  I don’t know how long she went on. I lost all track of time. At one point, I looked down and saw she was putting her whole body into it. The head of my dick was on fire. Every lick made my body jerk. It felt so fucking good. I think my balls were wound up so tight there was nothing left to grab, so she released them and put both hands to work on my shaft.

  “Fuck, Samantha,” I whispered hoarsely, “I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, oh fuck…”

  She intensified everything and I think my penis turned into a black hole because it was sucking the entire universe into the center of my body. Right when I thought I was going to blow, waves of heat flooded through my body and everything released. All my tension faded from existence. All the stress that had knotted my body for the last three weeks thinking about my trial finally let go. It was the most relaxing sensation I’d ever felt.

  I was at peace.

  And I still hadn’t come.

  I’d read about guys having multiple orgasms. I thought it was some kind of myth. But I hadn’t yet shot my load and I was riding on a wave of intense, relaxing pleasure. It was amazing.

  And Samantha kept going and going.

  Orgasms had always been an explosion for me. A shooting, pounding, pulling thing. This was just total, peaceful release.

  It felt so damn good.

  The glow spread through my whole body. I slumped against the wall by the corner of the tub and slid down to an elbow, but Samantha kept going.

  I could stay like this forever, enjoying the flying freedom the love of my life was giving to me.

  I don’t know how long it went on. I never wanted it to stop.

  Then something started to build. A winding tighter than I’d ever felt before. I was going to blow. Someone had shoved a nuclear bomb up my ass and it was going to rip me in half. I welcomed it.

  My awareness shrank down like the beginning of the universe between my legs: infinite mass crushed into a microscopic space. And then it was all over.

  BOOM.

  Every atom in my body disintegrated into protons and neutrons and shot across the universe at the speed of light, engulfing all of existence.

  Release.

  Peace.

  I was at peace.

  For the first time in my life, I was at peace.

  Agápi mou…it was always you.

  ===

  SAMANTHA

  Christos’ cock grew thick as it strained in my mouth. He’d been slumped over for awhile, but I was determined to finish him. I was starving for his cock, thirsting for his sweet release. I wanted to take him into me through my mouth, swallow his energy into my belly.

  He was moaning continuously, almost absently, his eyelids fluttering, nearly catatonic with pleasure. It was kind of weird, but at the same time it was the biggest turn on. He was truly putty in my hands, his body a puddle of muscle and moans.

  Then his cock suddenly strained harder and harder, veins bulging, jutting and swelling beyond all proportion. This was it.

  He suddenly lurched forward, his knees pressing against my sides as his whole body contracted.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” he shouted.

  Hot cum fired into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I was surprised by two things simultaneously. It was very salty, and there was a lot of it. Way more than I expected.

  I stopped moving my head but continued to pump his shaft. I was determined to milk every last drop out of him with my tongue. He kept coming and coming and I tried to hold it all in my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow.

  I expected to gag, but I didn’t. I was so turned on by all of this, I just went with the flow. No pun intended. He flowed right into me. I continued to slowly stroke his cock with my tongue.

  With my lips still wrapped around him, I glanced at Christos. His eyes were closed, his face sagging unconsciously. He was totally gone. Was he asleep? After awhile, I stopped, pulled back, and smiled at him.

  I don’t think I’d felt nearly this slutty in my entire life, not even when I kissed my own wetness off of his mouth on several occasions. What really surprised me was that I liked feeling like this.

  I gave head!

  There, I said it! My first blow job! Yay, me! I couldn’t get over how much I had enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure it had worked for Christos too, judging by the look on his face.

  One of his eyelids opened into a slit. His pupil flickered in my general direction.

  “Anybody home?” I joked.

  A slow smile spread across his mouth. He lifted an eyebrow. “Am I dead?”

  “No, silly.” I placed my hands on his legs and leaned toward him for a kiss. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he welcomed it. I half expected him to wince for some reason, like maybe he wouldn’t want to taste his own cum. But he sucked away at me ravenously.

  “Mmmmm,” he moaned.

  “Was it good?” I asked.

  “Mmmmm-hmmm. I don’t think I can move.”

  “Ready for that bath?”

  “You might want to run some hot water. I feel like we’re into next week and the tub’s probably cold,” he joked. “What year is it? I don’t even know.”

  I checked the tub and it was cool, so I ran hot water and added more suds. When it was ready, I climbed in. “You joining me?”

  Christos’ only response was to melt into the jacuzzi tub like a limp eel from where he sat on the edge, his legs following as an afterthought.

  “Oh my gosh! Christos!” He was totally submerged. I didn’t want him drowning. I cleared some suds away and I saw him smiling up at me from under water.

  Eventually, his head raised above the surface, his hair glued to his forehead. “I really don’t know what planet I’m on right now,�
� he said as he slid around the tub until we were shoulder to shoulder and he leaned his body against mine. “That was really amazing, agápi mou. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

  “Really?” Despite Christos’ sated behavior, I was still somewhat insecure about my performance, having never done it before. There was no shame in fishing for a few compliments, was there? Besides, it was almost as fun to talk about sex as it was to do it, especially when you were basking in the after glow of having just done it.

  “Really,” Christos smiled smugly. “I think you melted my dick off,” he murmured sleepily. “I can’t even feel it right now. I think my balls are completely empty. Like I shot my testicles out of my dick. Did you feel them going down your throat at any point? Can you check if they’re still there, or has my scrotum deflated completely?”

  I reached under the water, between his legs and cupped his balls. “Still there,” I grinned. I gave them a gentle squeeze. “They seem like they’re still kind of full. Maybe you need to drain them some more?”

  “In awhile.”

  “What?” I gasped. “I thought you were the minute man when it came to recovery time.”

  “Not after what you just did. I might need an hour.”

  “No way!”

  “Yes, way. Come to think of it, I think my blood sugar took a hit from all that action. I may need some chocolate after that.”

  “Are you crazy?” I barked. “After what I swallowed, I think I need to go on a diet!”

  He snickered. “I’m sure you swallowed no more than two thousand calories.”

  “That many?” I gasped seriously.

  “That’s what they say. But that has to be a myth. A load is no more than a few teaspoons. I mean, a twenty ounce porterhouse is a thousand calories. How the hell would you squeeze two thousand into two or three teaspoons? Doesn’t make any sense. In other words, you don’t need to go on a diet.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Man, you’re such a girl. I guess you won’t have room for the chocolate I bought you, what with swallowing my load and all,” he said dismissively.

  “That’s where you’re wrong! Women always have room for chocolate!” I hopped out of the tub and grabbed the heart shaped box off the counter, then slid back into the water. I looked at the box. “What’s See’s Candies? I’ve never heard of it.”