by Kaia Bennett
She pushed her hands off the bed and stood, the first tremors of fear and anticipation starting, like a ripple effect inside her. Her heart fluttered like a trapped bird in her chest, and her eyes stared squarely at his shoulder. She was close enough that the edges of her shoes were touching his bare feet, close enough to smell him. It was the clean subtle smell of soap and masculine musk that had to explain why he was so irresistible, even when he was using her like this. Must be the pheromones.
Flynn lifted her chin until she was looking him straight in the eye. His eyes were flicking back and forth over hers, as if he were computing data. It had all seemed so simple to him before she got here. But now he was looking at her, watching her resistance to him finally start to melt away. She was really going to go through with this. She was going to let him do whatever he liked for one night, and he could tell he wasn’t the only one who was looking forward to it.
But could he really do this? Could he really be this much of a shitty person in order to get what he wanted? Could he force her to chose here and now and then walk away when it was all over?
Testing his own desire to follow through, he stroked the backs of his fingers down her neck and over her collarbone. She never had been good at hiding what she was thinking, and he could see every emotion swim through her gaze as he stared into her eyes. There was fear in those big brown orbs, anger and, rising sharply to the surface, lust, as he grabbed the collar of her jacket and peeled it off.
Yes, he thought, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation. Yes, he could definitely follow through with this.
His hands settled on the curve of her waist, then traveled up her body until he could sweep her arms over his shoulders. He held them until they crossed behind his neck, and then pulled her into him. He remembered the first time he’d kissed her, how he had pressed her to him in a similar way. But now, he could feel the length of her torso stretching to circle her arms around his neck, her soft breasts and stomach trapped firmly against the chiseled angles of his body. He felt the rapid rise and fall of her chest as he leaned in and kissed her full lips.
Gia never got tired of kissing him, and she hated herself for it. His tongue was teasing and commanding, his lips firm one moment and surprisingly soft the next. His kiss was a reminder of how other parts of his body could plunge her into oblivion. She wondered if she could come just from kissing him.
Her mouth seemed to play a game of pass-it-on with the rest of her body. It pressed harder into his, her tongue riding his like a wave. Her arms tightened around him, until her fingers found the soft curly strands of his hair at the nape of his neck and tugged. Their hips were rocking against each other, but it wasn't enough. Her breasts and clit were screaming for friction.
There it was. It was the sound that had sent him rolling downhill to this point. Her unconscious moan of pleasure, the kind that other girls forced to sound sexy. Flynn licked it off the roof of her mouth, swearing he could almost taste the sound.
His hands were painted over her ass, squeezing and molding her hips against his hard cock. They slipped in between her legs to stroke her slit from behind, but he needed more. He needed to dip his fingers into her without some denim seam obstructing him. He pulled away and his skin flushed with heat at the look of disappointment on her face. Her eagerness was a reflection of his own, and it almost overwhelmed him when he realized that this was only the beginning. He had the rest of the night to see her looking at him like that.
"I want to see you," he whispered hoarsely.
He kissed her as he slid his hands under her shirt, feeling her breasts over the satiny fabric of her bra. He pulled away long enough to tug her shirt over her head, and then his practiced hands unclasped her bra. Removing the straps from her shoulders to reveal the soft weight of her breasts, Flynn saw her nipples were already hard and tilting upwards, begging to be sucked.
Gia felt the nervousness prickle through her lust as he kissed and licked around her neck and collarbone. He was undoing her jeans while she stepped out of her shoes. There had been a few boys in high school that felt or saw what was under her clothes, but Luca was the only person she had ever stripped for, the only man she had ever given herself to.
Until now. Her head told her to stop being so dramatic. She wasn’t so innocent anymore. Flynn had seen and tasted everything that clothes were meant to hide anyway.
He knelt to lower her jeans and panties, letting his hands graze as much of her ass and legs as he could before he pulled them off completely. When he stood again, he stepped back and drank her in with his eyes.
Her arms were like a band of protection over her stomach. If he looked the way he felt, he could understand her fear. He felt ravenous as he stared, for the first time, at the nuances of her skin. It glowed even-toned and creamy under the dim lamplight. She was all tight curves and softly sloping limbs, toned and supple looking, and utterly feminine.
She was perfect.
His eyes circled the trimmed triangle of dark hair between her legs. It was inviting him to inhale her, taste her, but that would come later.
"Lay down," he choked out when he could speak.
She sat down first, gently, as if she were about to break, and then slid all the way onto the bed. She lay flat, looking at him with her hands clasped in front of her breasts and her thighs clenched together. She watched as he reached behind his neck and pulled off his blue t-shirt. The scorpion which had been the mascot of her fantasies seemed to sway and shimmy, taunting her as he approached the bed and sat at her side.
"Open your legs."
Her limbs shook as she complied and she inhaled as much courage as she could. She was staring up at him, her large brown eyes looking so innocent and vulnerable he had to clench his jaw against the urge to scoop her up in his arms and apologize. He would never get any peace if he backed down, not now that he had truly seen her. He pulled one of her hands up to his mouth, kissing her tenderly on the inside of her palm and fingertips.
She gasped when his pink tongue flitted out to caress her fingers. He licked her index and middle finger, and then sucked them into his mouth. Her thighs clenched again, as she watched him suck on her fingers until they were wet. She shivered when he pulled her legs open and placed her wet fingers over the smooth lips of her glistening pussy.
"Touch it for me," he said.
Her thighs were closed over her hand again, fear causing her breath to come out strained. "I can't,” she whispered. “It's too embarrassing,"
Flynn smiled playfully as he slid off the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of her closed legs. He parted them, sliding his hands down her inner thighs with a muffled groan. How could her skin be so soft?
When her legs were spread as wide as they could go, and all that was left to block his view was her hand, he tightened his grip on her thighs and tugged her down to his face. She squealed in surprise, watching him lift her legs over his shoulders. Her entire body was shaking now.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna give you a little help,” he whispered.
He licked in between the fingers covering her pussy from his gaze, forcing them to spread open little by little and reveal her sensitive flesh with each lick. His tongue tunneled between them, parting the last barrier that kept his insistent mouth from tasting her wet slit, until she finally started to move her hand away.
He made sure to position her fingers over her clit before he gave her pussy the first firm lick. He split her slippery pink flesh apart with his tongue over and over, pulling his mouth away at the end of each caress. He teased her until her hips were moving against his tongue and her fingers moved over her clit in a frenzy.
"Slip your fingers inside," he whispered, licking and blowing on her inner thigh while he watched two of her fingers disappear between the brown folds, into her sweet, pink core. He didn't need to tell her to move them in, out, and around her throbbing mound. She was moaning and purring, plunging her fingers in and out in a blur of movement.
"That's right,” Flynn
whispered against her thigh, kissing the soft skin tenderly. “Do it just like you do when you're by yourself."
It was better than anything she could have done alone. Flynn wasn't there when she was alone to lick and suck on the tender flesh of her inner thighs. He wasn't there to suck on the lips of her pussy, or to move her fingers back up to her clit and then slide two of his fingers inside her the way he was right now.
"You gonna come?" he asked, curving his fingers within her.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. Her back arched, her knees lifting towards her chest as she rode his fingers and stroked herself to explosion.
"Flynn," Gia moaned, just the way she did when she came using her own fingers.
She was beyond remembering that anyone except her was in the room. Her body felt limp and yet energized all at once. She was trying to catch her breath, licking at her parched lips as she rode out the last of her orgasm over his fingers. Every shiver seemed to spur her on, to make her pump her hips over his still moving fingers so that the delicious aftershocks could continue to course through her. It was both exhilarating and relaxing, and it wasn’t until they finally started to subside that she was able to remember the source of all this pleasure was still kneeling between her legs.
She didn’t see Flynn’s eyes darken with an almost primal possessiveness. He had done that to her, made her cry out his name. Maybe she called it out at night when no one could hear, thinking of him the way he thought of her.
He gently removed his fingers from inside her and stood. He pulled his jeans and boxer briefs off in one motion and stepped out of them, his cock standing at attention and nuzzling his stomach. He ached to slip into her warmth, to take her from panting to screaming on his bed. It made him rub the warm juices from his fingers over his shaft. He had turned to get a condom off the dresser when he felt her warm hands on his hips.
She’d shot up from the bed and was holding him in place. Her tongue caressed her lips nervously, and he could've come right then. She was so hungry for him, and it was so obvious what she wanted to do with those pretty lips, that a light shiver coursed through him and his hips tilted forward automatically. She leaned in, her eyes focused with pure lust as she licked her taste off of him, from the base of his shaft to the leaking red tip.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned, letting his head fall back. He thought he might need a savior when her full lips encircled the smooth head of his cock and sucked.
Gia didn't know what had come over her. When she’d watched him rub her come over that pale column of flesh, with a look of barely contained hunger on his gorgeous face, something broke within her. She needed to taste him, to feel him pulse in her mouth. He tasted better than she’d imagined, and the feel of his velvety hardness throbbing to life inside of her hungry orifice made her moan and take him in deeper.
She couldn't see his face, because her eyes were being held captive by his hard length disappearing into her mouth and reappearing slick with her saliva. She stroked her hand and mouth up and down the shaft, and moaned her pleasure over him. She could hear his breath coming quicker, and she swallowed more, loving the sound of him under her power for a change.
Flynn could hear his desperate moans ringing in his ears, and his hips rocked more of his cock into her mouth. He was shocked to see her taking it in stride, gripping his firm ass then gliding her hands over his sides and his abs. She sucked him down until he thought he was going mildly insane.
He groaned, approaching the peak, hunching over and she switched up the rhythm, sensing he was coming. He barely had time to register that she was going to drink him down before she sucked firmly on the head and jerked the shaft vigorously in her tight fist.
"Ah, fuck Gia, it's coming!" he hissed and moaned.
She cried hungrily as his hands curled in her hair. He seemed to be trying to keep her mouth over his dick as he spurted, and still protect her throat from being battered by his pumping hips at the same time. But she wasn’t going anywhere, and in the last moment, just before he came, she took him all the way into the back of her throat and worked the muscles over his throbbing length.
She drank down every salty drop, and when she’d finished she slid her mouth off of him and wiped at the remnants of his release dribbling onto her chin, only to suck it off her fingers. She didn't look at him until it was all gone. When she did meet his eyes, she was strangely prideful. It was the look of a man that had received a very pleasant surprise.
She didn’t realize her look of pride had turned into a look of disappointment as his cock fell to half-mast. When Flynn saw her expression he laughed, then tugged her off the bed by her arm. He pulled her in for a kiss and her eyes widened with surprise at how eager he was to kiss her after she had just swallowed his come, and then her eyes narrowed with hunger as they tasted each other.
She was just sinking into the feel of his mouth on hers when he spun her around. Her feet were still on the floor when he bent her over so that her shaking arms were placed on the bed. He slapped her once on each cheek of her round ass, hard enough to make her cry out and make her pussy throb.
"Bad girl,” he said with a breathless laugh, “that wasn't part of the plan."
His fingers dipped into the well of her pussy. She was so wet and hot, her little mouth opening and closing around his fingertips, just begging to be filled. He stopped stroking for a moment and she glanced over her shoulder. He let out another triumphant laugh when she watched him slip a condom over his hardening shaft, a look of astonishment on her face. He was already hard again and ready to go.
"Hope you didn't think that's all there is," he said, sliding the tip against her eager slit until she shuddered with longing.
"We're just getting started."
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was no sense of time. Space was relegated to the length and width of his mattress. Her body seemed weightless, out of her control as he twisted her limbs around his.
He had her on her back now, plunging in and out with slow, steady strokes. He kissed her teasingly, grasping her breasts in his palms while her hands cupped his ass. His hips rolled over hers in relentless and measured waves, caressing that spot inside, pressing his hipbone against her clit until she detonated and exploded in a rush of wet heat around him.
Then, still stroking, he sat back on his knees and pulled her to him so that one of her legs was over his shoulder. She turned onto her side, gripping the sheets while her body made the steady climb towards another orgasm over his relentless dick.
"...St-stop...I can't... I can't come anymore..."
He sucked air in through his teeth and kneeled over her. He stretched her leg back and pressed it against a bobbing breast.
"Oh, you'll come. I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart."
This time he used tight, sharp strokes, his balls slapping against her ass in time with her groans. Flynn gripped the back of her head, pulling her up as far as she could go and picked up the pace, swallowing down her screams as she barreled into orgasm number three on his cock. He groaned at the continuous pulsing of her pussy, biting down on his lip to keep from coming. He couldn't come yet. Somewhere along the way he’d decided to make this last as long as possible. He wanted to make her ache just remembering him inside of her.
Gia flopped back onto the bed when he released her hair. Something akin to a tortured growl escaped her lips. Still coming, she tilted her head back, arching against the mattress with her hands twisting in the sheets.
A bead of sweat dropped down from his eyelash to his lip. He licked it away while several others fell from his hair and burst against her breasts and stomach. He rubbed them into her glistening skin, pressing down on her womb to enhance a few hard strokes, before he couldn't take it anymore and had to lick the drops away from her swaying brown globes.
She cried out when his mouth clamped down on her breast, sucking as much as he could into his mouth before pulling back on the throbbing nipple. His tongue teased but he didn't suck.
"Please,"
she gasped. She curled her fingers in his damp hair and pressed.
"Please what?" he whispered hoarsely over her wet flesh, giving only the edge of her nipple a long lick.
She held onto him like ivy and he sat up, pressing her hips down on his shaft from this new, deeper angle.
His smile was almost innocent but his eyes were anything but when he asked, "What do you want me to do to you, baby?"
She could hardly remember while she was grinding against his cock. His hand was stroking up and down her slick back to brace her while the other dipped between her legs to thumb her clit.
"Suck harder," she cried.
Giving her a chance to recover, he slowed his hips against her and brushed very lightly against that engorged little bullet.
"Suck where? Here?" he asked, sucking on her bottom lip.
She gasped with pleasure but shook her head.
"Here?" he asked, moving his mouth to her neck, her earlobe. He licked a trail of liquid fire along her collarbone and popped his hips hard into her tight sopping mound.
"Unnngh...nipples...please," she cried in the broken English of good, hard sex.
"Ohhh, I see," he hissed. "Well, since you asked me so nicely…"
He lowered his head and circled his tongue around the puckered chocolate surrounding her nipple. It was thick and luscious in his mouth, stretched to the limit by his tongue and teeth. He gave the other breast the same teasingly lavish treatment until he felt her pulsing around him again. It was as if she had a second heartbeat right between her legs, and every moan that escaped her mouth as he suckled her breasts vibrated straight to his bursting cock.
He couldn’t believe he’d held out this long when she was clenching and unclenching so persistently around him. It was the sweetest torment, something almost close to pain every time her body answered what his mouth was doing to her nipples by throbbing around him. She was close again, and this time he wasn’t going to hold anything back. He sucked hard one last time on her nipple before releasing it with a naughty smacking sound. Then he turned his eyes back to her face.