by Box Set
A hand touches my face then strokes under my eye. “Blaire? You with me?”
I think I nod. I'm not sure. I'm too mindless to concentrate right now.
That was extraordinary. I never knew such sensations existed. All I've ever felt is the lick of a belt, heat of a branding iron, or a blow from Maksim's fist. I wasn't aware there was more.
Sitting back on his knees, Charlie pulls off his t-shirt, revealing a hard, chiseled stomach and broad shoulders, his chest sprinkled in rough, dark hair. The candle glowing on the bedside cabinet next to us gives an orange shine to his tan skin.
Like that, he's more savagely handsome than ever before.
Why is he so good looking? It would be so much easier for me to resist the desire if he was ugly.
Panting still, I lie there gazing up at him, sheathed in diamonds of sweat. I cannot even hug myself because my muscles are like jelly, and I do want to hug myself.
The sound of a zipper comes down, slow and raw, and heavy movement on the bed. Then, Charlie is hovering over me, pressing into the mattress on all fours. I can feel something warm and hard just touching my pulsing sex, but I don't really register what it is. I’m so hazy. I cannot even really make out his face. I've got stars in my eyes.
With a single hand, Charlie picks damp lengths of hair out of my face. “So fucking pretty,” he whispers, and I can feel his eyes boring into mine.
After a while, my serious pants die down, and the barrier that is my dizziness fades away. Charlie smiles when I really look at him, his unruly black hair dripping around his neck and face. His lips are wet from my arousal, glossy against the orange candle light. My cheeks flush red. I try to cup my face, desperate to hide from him, but he takes my wrists and pins them to the mattress on either side of my head, supporting himself on his knees between my legs.
“Don't be embarrassed,” he says huskily, reading my mind. “You're perfecto.” He licks his glistening lips and closes down on me, kissing my mouth. He tastes salty and smells a little musky. A feminine musky scent with a hint of his own.
I turn my face to the side. Not because I don't want to kiss him. I just need a moment to recover. But he doesn't seem to like that. Freeing one of my hands, he grapples my jaw and puts us nose to nose, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Don't look away from me,” he says, and physically orders me to kiss him.
I do, even when he lets go of my face to hold my neck. Losing my mind all over again, I bask in that kiss, in how slow his tongue caresses mine and how softly alluring his lips are. I even wrap my free arm around his neck to keep him close, savoring the feeling of his smooth, shaven face on mine, his heart pounding against my chest.
Looks like we're both running on adrenaline.
My lips swell under the pressure of his, but I can't seem to stop having a taste of him. I kiss him with all I have, sucking his tongue and gasping with anxiety every time he attempts to pull away from me.
“Why are you pulling away?” I say through clatters of breath, blinking up at him. “You wanted this.”
“Ohhh, I still want this, Señorita.” Releasing my neck from his hold, he braces his body up on one elbow beside my face and stares into my eyes. “I just need to loosen you up first.”
My heart jumps into my throat. I know what he's going to do.
“Is it going to hurt?” My voice comes out so pathetic that I want to punch myself in the face.
He silently watches me for a second, his dazzling blue eyes flickering back and forth between mine. The orange glow of the candle makes him look so gorgeous that my heart goes a little faster.
“Might a bit at first,” he tells me honestly, “but I'll go slow, and I won't go all the way in if it's too much.”
Won't go all the way in?!
I think he knows I'm anxious because he focuses on kissing my mouth for a while, a gentle pursuit, his hand stroking the side of my face. I'm practically purring under his touch and his kiss, rushing with heat. I shut my eyes so I can anchor my thoughts on four senses instead of five. Looking at him is too overwhelming right now.
His back muscles feel extraordinary under my arm enveloped around his neck, flexing and contracting as he moves, and the weight of his body holding me down isn't so frustrating anymore. I sort of like the feeling of being beneath a powerful man. For the first time in my life, I feel like a girl lusted after, rather than a pet ordered to please.
I'm not sure how much time passes before Charlie lets go of my other wrist. Now I'm swathed around him with both arms, putting us chest to chest, crushing my breasts between us.
I think those oils have fucked with my arousal or something because I've never felt this ravenous for anything in my entire life.
A hand slides between our bodies and finds its way to my forbidden entrance. Charlie rubs me there, making me squirm, making my core buzz with hunger. I'm so wet and juicy it's ridiculous, inundating his fingers.
“Hmm, virgin cum,” he says in my mouth, his voice full of darkness. “You taste fucking sweet, you know that?”
Pushing his fingers up through my soft, slick folds, he centers his attention on my clit again, teasing my inflamed bud. I cry out. I unhook my arms from around his neck and grab his arm. I'm too tender. It's too much.
“You want me to stop?” he asks, glancing heavily between my eyes.
“No! I just...” I blink in the sight of his flush face, not quite feeling like myself. “Please, Charlie, I just...just give me a second.”
Smiling with pure wickedness, he deepens our kiss with a moan and works his tongue across mine, turning me inside out. He doesn't close his fiery blue eyes. He locks us in a period of visual bonding, possessing my fucking soul. I've never felt so vulnerable in all my life.
I begin to relax beneath him, letting go of his arm. He adds pressure to my clit then, making me whimper out loud. I claw the sheets on either side of my waist, curling my hips, wondering if this could get any more intense.
“You ready now?” he says on my mouth.
I nod a couple of times, looking desperately at him.
“Good.” He pecks my mouth, then licks over my upper lip before sucking me there. “Now, put your feet flat on the bed so your knees are bent.”
Obeying, I spread my legs and press my feet flat on the mattress, giving him more room between my thighs. Dripping wet fingers slide down my sex, gathering more liquid, then over my virgin entrance and to my decadent entrance. He circles me there with a single finger, softening the flesh, slowly kneading the tip in.
“Why Maksim hasn't fucked you, I'll never know.” He swallows my anxious gasp as he pushes into me. “I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you if I had you at my beck and call.”
My toes bunching in the sheets, I throw my head back in the pillows, breaking away from his lips. He's halfway in, opening me up, and while it sort of stings, it's—
I don't even get a chance to figure out how it is because he pulls out, causing a tight friction to burn my insides.
“You all right?” Charlie kisses the apple of my throat.
“I...I think so.” I let out the breath I've been holding, blinking up at the dark ceiling.
“Just relax,” he says, like it's that easy.
The pressure is there at my anus again and he slips inside me, loosening me up by gently twisting his hand. He doesn't stop halfway this time. He goes all the way in until I can feel his knuckles against my butt cheeks, his finger lodged so deep inside me that I feel full to the brim.
I moan through closed teeth, and I'm trying not to tense up but it is hard. It's the most particular sensation having him in there. The burning, and it's just weird.
“Breathe, Blaire,” he reminds me. “Don't think too much. I'm not in a rush. We'll go slowly.”
“I'm just a bit anxious,” I confess, getting more and more pathetic by the minute. “I've never done anything like this before.”
“Don't be anxious,” he says softly. “I'm not gonna hurt you. Those oils b
urning help your muscles relax, and I won't do anything you can't handle, all right?”
I shakily nod, telling myself that I'll just follow his guidance. He hasn't hurt me yet, not really, and for some strange reason, I don't think he is going to. Not that it really matters. He can't hurt me anymore than Maksim has.
Charlie doesn't move inside me for a while, just kisses my throat and across my collar bones, training my attention on his bizarre affections. This man just an hour ago admitted he's going to do terrible things to me, yet he's kissing me like he's in love with me or something.
I wish he'd be one or the other, either good or bad. A mixture of both is too bewildering.
He's kissing over the curve of my breasts now, moaning in the deep of his throat, his hair tickling my chest. With his teeth, he kneads my nipples over the material of my bra again, left, and then right.
“Ohhh, that's good,” I say before I realize. The burning and stinging in my ass eases somewhat. I relax on the bed, stretching my toes because I've got cramp. He gently pulls out of my ass then and gathers some more moisture from my sex. My entire body tingles because it thinks he's going to play with my clit again, but then I feel something bigger stretching me out.
Two fingers.
I hiss through gritted teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. My muscles feel like they're being forced to work the wrong way, sharp pains shooting up my spine.
“Relax, baby,” Charlie whispers, pulls out to soak his fingers in my cum, and then he's gently taking my ass again.
He finds a leisured rhythm that soon becomes quite satisfying, and I wonder, is this what it feels like to have proper sex? If it is, I've been missing out.
I don't know why I just thought that. I want him to get rid of those oils, so I can test a theory and see if they're messing with my body.
After collecting some more lubrication, three fingers press past my sphincter and it feels like he's tearing me open. His lips are on mine before I can utter a word, his tongue swirling, taking my mind to another place.
“I want you,” he says harshly, lost somewhere in his mind. “I want to fuck you.” He isn't lying, but I'm convinced he won't. I can feel how much control he's exercising over himself.
Curling his fingers against a spot deep inside, he makes my core pulse. I tense my ass, clamping down on his fingers, rhapsody sizzling in my veins.
“Ah!” My eyes fly open as he pulls me up off the bed, holding me around the waist in one arm tangled in my hair. The other is hooked under my ass where his fingers are still wedged inside me.
“What are you...” I don't finish my question. Skin against skin, I can feel his stiff, warm cock touching my sex, every bulging vein.
I gulp.
Looking at me with his head slightly tilted, Charlie shifts me up his dusty legs so I'm sitting right on his lap, causing his cock to stimulate my clit with the movement. I squeeze out a moan, gazing at him in desperation, at his flush face and his blazing blue eyes. If there's ever been a look of desire, that has to be it.
“Put your feet on the bed just like I told you before,” he rasps out, and I do, gaining balance with my legs open on either side of his waist.
There's a peculiar smell in the air that I'm finding hot is sweat, my arousal, and Charlie's natural musky fragrance. Why do I find his body odor so appealing?
“You know, if you want me to fuck you properly,” he says, making my heart pound with fear, “I will. No one orders me about. And I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“No,” I shake out the word, shuddering. “Don't do that, Charlie. I can't do that.”
Unable to bear the expression of desire on his face any longer, and because I'm so out of my depth, I bury my face in his dusty chest.
“No. Look at me.” Grabbing a handful of my hair at my back, he tugs, forcing me to arch and meet his glowing eyes.
“That's better.” His voice is softer now. He leans down to kiss my lips, warm puffs of breath coming from his nose.
I kiss him back, indulging myself, mirroring his salacious tongue actions.
His fingers begin to move in and out of my anus, slow at first but then faster and faster. It creates a wet suction sound that makes me cringe, until he grinds his hips, massaging a spot on my sex with his shaft, and I no longer care about anything else.
I swear, everything in me is boiling on the verge of erupting.
Back and forth with steady, skilled motions, he rubs his cock on my sex, rubs my swollen clit. My focus narrows. I copy his motions, curling my own hips to meet his grinding. It’s so good—so hot. Driving me nuts!
“Please,” I beg in a state of aroused weakness, my voice choked with my neck trussed back.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks against my mouth, looking at me through hooded eyes.
That's a fucking good question.
“I don't know.”
“More?”
I open to speak but nothing comes out.
He must think I mean to say yes because it isn't long before he stops finger fucking me. His hand curves under my ass, he lifts me up, and then I feel something much bigger being pushed in me, something warm and slightly wet.
My toes curl, and my finger nails dig into his hairy chest. The head of his cock is large and warm, forcing me open bit by bit.
“Relax,” he whispers, gently pumping his hips to thrust past my sphincter.
“Aw!” I scream through closed teeth as my insides roll with pain.
“Fuck, you're tight.” Charlie sounds tense, like he's on the verge of erupting himself, and his expression is so powerful.
He stops when he's an inch inside, and I exhale, trying to sink into him for comfort but he won't let go of my hair. He's forcing me to look up at him, keeping my body arched.
Cupping his cock against my ass with an open palm, I assume so it doesn't come out, he says, “Now, we can go at your pace. If it's too much, just stop moving.”
“What? No!” I blink rapidly at him, my eyes flickering all over his face with panic. “I-I don't know what I'm doing, Charlie. Please don't make me do it.”
There's a moment where we gaze at each other. I know I look oddly vulnerable, but I feel like that. Charlie seems cool in his domain, like he's done this a thousand times before.
“All right.” He binds both arms around me, squeezing me to him. I want this, his comfort. I need it. I turn my head to the side and rest my face against his damp, hairy torso, feeling oddly safe in his embrace.
“You'll tell me to stop if it hurts too much, won't you, Blaire? I don't want to hurt you.”
I nod, and then his hips rock back and forth, urging him in some more. It burns so bad and my muscles are aching—or stinging. I can't tell the difference right now. I feel so full that I'm not sure how he's got any more room to move.
But he does.
Another inch, and it's too much. My insides whirl in agony.
“No more,” I say in a pitiable state, and I think I'm trembling.
“Shhh,” he hushes me, stroking up and down my back over my hair. “I won't go any deeper. Not unless you want it.”
He stills for a while, soothing me with his touch as he continues stroking up and down my back over my hair. It's like he's massaging me.
When I'm looser and calmer, he ripples his hips, just a few inches of his cock sliding in and out of me with ease now that I'm stretched open. There's a spot he hits every so often that makes me squeal in pleasure and agony. It's a gripping contrast of sensations. I want more now. I can't think of anything else anymore.
Pulling on my hair, Charlie seems to want my mouth again, so I give it to him, gladly soaking up his kisses. They're tender and lovely.
I stare at him in paralyzed musing, seeing again how much he's controlling himself. His temple is throbbing like he wants to go crazy with me, and his eyes are scorching with something dangerous. He's moaning in the back of his throat. It's so hot! It turns me on even more.
The harder we kiss, wrapped in lust and debauchery
, the deeper he goes. I want more of his cock. I ask for more, as fucked up as I am, and he gives it to me, until he's sheathed in my flesh, my clit rubbing against his hairy pubic bone.
He curses in Spanish, his fingers boring into my back.
Pressing my feet into the bed, I rendezvous with his thrusts by swaying my hips, sweat trickling down my spine. Faster and faster, my heart racing out of my chest. He's really fucking me, his thighs slapping against my ass globes, body to body, only sweat between us. He hits that spot every time now, causing ecstasy to gather at my core until it scatters.
“Aargh!” My arms fly up to hold him around the neck, clutching to him like my life depends on it. I don't know what the hell is happening to me. This is different than before, more powerful. I'm full to bursting, yet liberated.
I faintly hear deep moans mixed with screaming—Charlie and myself—and then he comes to an abrupt stop, crushing me in his arms as he curses to the high heavens. Buried deep in my decadency, he curls his hips around, massaging my clit with his pubic bone. It's so intense that I buck away in a tremor of spasms. My sex pulses while my spine is tingling. Large hands clamp down on my hips, shoving his cock right inside me again, drawing out the pleasure—it's radiating supernova.
I hide my face in the crook of his sweaty neck, scream and cry, barely handling what's happening to me.
“It's never been this agradable,” Charlie hisses it’s never been so good, tensing from head to toe. I can feel the tension in his body, in his hard muscles.
When it's over, when he lets go of my hips, I slump on him gasping so hard that my throat is on fire, trying to come down from whatever that was.
My ass is stinging, and I can feel warm liquid dripping out of me.
A hand caresses my back over my hair, while another is holding me to Charlie because I’m sliding down his damp body. He’s panting with great effort, his heart drumming in my ear.
He says something to me, but I'm not listening. I’m coming down from the orgasmic rush and it’s scarily sobering.
What the fuck have I just indulged in?
I feel sick.
“You all right?” Charlie says in puffs of breath, kissing the side of my damp face.