Gorgeous Bastard

by Stella Blaze

  And then I felt it, all that need and want and pleasure he had given me… it had indeed been building up inside me, around me, and now it was beginning to churn and turn back to me. A great, terrible wave was churning out in the ocean of my mind and body, and it was beginning to move toward me, back to me.

  Joshua licked deep inside me. He sucked and nibbled and kissed my pussy until I was grabbing and scratching at his shoulders, his head, grabbing handfuls of his short copped black hair.

  The wave was barreling down upon me, huge as it crested and kept to its course—straight for me.

  Oh god, please… let me perish under this tide.

  And then it hit me, full on, hard, pounding, drowning me in pleasure so deep I thought I’d never surface again.

  What a way to go…

  The room started to come back into focus.

  Joshua’s room.

  And there was Joshua, staring at me from between my legs, his mouth bruised and shiny with my juices. His eyes still burning with desire, with unquenchable hunger for me.

  I felt a stirring of fear.

  Could he truly consume me?

  Leaving nothing left of me?

  But all thoughts of that scattered as he leaned down and licked my navel, kissing and tasting my flesh as he moved his way up to me.

  I wanted to kiss those lips, taste myself on him.

  I took hold of his face and drew him to me, until our lips were joined again, and I licked up into him,

  It was his taste, of raspberries, and another intoxicating taste.

  My pussy.

  I gasped as his hand clamped over my quivering sex. In moments he was rubbing that hand back and forth over my pussy, strumming something important, something I’d never realized was there. It was the thing he’d sucked into his mouth.

  His thumb stroked at that part of me, and I could feel that terrible, thrilling wave of pleasure beginning to build again.

  Joshua broke off our kiss and stared into my eyes as his finger drew little circles around my vagina.

  I gasped some more, feeling breathless as his finger teased at my opening and slowly, oh so slowly, pushed its way inside me.

  I felt my pussy contract around his finger, hard, trying to will that digit further inside me.

  His finger slid further inside, making my gasps and sighs turn to full throated moans.

  He pulled his finger from me and I begged him to put it back in.

  He brought that finger up to my mouth, “Suck it.”

  I opened my lips and took it into my mouth. I tasted myself on it, and sucked all the harder because of it.

  He smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile.

  Smug…

  I almost recoiled.

  I knew his smug smile all too well.

  It usually happened right before the other shoe fell.

  But then he pulled his finger from my mouth and replaced it with his mouth: his lips and tongue devouring mine as his finger thrust back inside me, and then he thrust another finger into me as well, both fingers working in and out of me, dragging breathless moans and cries from my lips.

  He ate those cries, those moans, and redoubled the pleasure he was causing me by using his thumb to rub and worry that sensitive nub he’d been licking and sucking and stroking earlier.

  Hell, it had only been moments ago, but it seemed as if hours had passed.

  As if I was sliding back and forth in time.

  I wanted him inside me.

  I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life.

  I pulled away from his kiss and whispered in his ear.

  “Fuck me, Joshua.” I felt a wall crumble inside me. I had never said that word before in my life, not out loud… not even in my head.

  It felt good rolling off my tongue.

  Because it was what I wanted him to do to me.

  Joshua leaned up, panting as he looked down into my eyes.

  “I want you inside me,” I said, my hands gliding down the smooth, tan flesh of his chest, over his rippling stomach, and then down to the button of his jeans. “Fuck me, Joshua… fuck me now!”

  He took a breath to say something, but I slid my hand down into the waistband of his jeans, finding him hard and huge. He gasped as I took hold of his cock, his eyes fluttering closed as I gently stroked him, feeling him throbbing in my hand, the flesh so soft, but what was inside it so hard. Like a muscle in itself.

  I let go of his cock and started to unbutton his jeans.

  I needed him out; that hard, wondrous piece of him needed to be free.

  It needed to be inside me.

  I had the button undone in moments, and then I pulled down his zipper.

  Joshua’s hard cock flopped out of his pants, veiny and rock hard, and beautiful.

  Just like the rest of him, his erect cock was perfect.

  I took it in my hands and tried aiming it for where I so wanted it to go.

  I felt the head of him push against the entrance to my pussy. I felt my vaginal lips contract, giving it a kiss.

  That’s when Joshua pushed up and away from me, pulling his hips back from me.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching for him.

  He gazed down at me, his eyes glazed with lust, his mouth slack with passion. Those lips of his so red, from kissing me, from eating me out.

  I wanted to be kissing those lips again. I couldn’t get enough of those lips.

  And I wanted him inside me.

  He shook his head and his eyes sharpened to near normal, the heat in them still there, but not overwhelming the faded green, or the intelligence there.

  Oh boy, I must have had it bad if I was waxing rhapsodic about Joshua’s intelligence.

  But he is smart, my inner voice sang in my head, he’s choosing you!

  For tonight…

  I pushed that voice back where it belonged, locked in a box and thrown down a very deep, dark well.

  He was mine, if only for tonight.

  Or forever… whatever.

  “What’s wrong?” I repeated, wanting him to be… to be fucking me, not looking lost and confused.

  Oh, but he looked so sexy with that look on his face.

  Of course, it could be the hair I’d messed up… or that he didn’t have a shirt on… or that his beauteous prick was hard and jerking in my direction.

  He leaned back on his knees and wiped his brow with his forearm.

  “Protection,” he said, and then hopped off the bed and walked over to his chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms.

  I smiled… and let out a sigh that sounded suspiciously like a giggle. The sight of him, with his hard-on sticking out of his open jeans, holding up that strip of condoms, just struck me as funny.

  Joshua got this look in his eyes. Deadly serious.

  I didn’t recognize him for a moment.

  He pushed his jeans down in one fluid motion and stepped out of them, leaving them in a puddle on the carpet.

  I felt myself start to hyperventilate just looking at him. So… my god, I didn’t have words enough to do justice to Joshua completely naked.

  He was breathtaking.

  He walked to the bed, his hard cock swaying with every step. The bed bounced as he crawled onto it, pulling me to him by my legs, and pressing his hardness against my pussy again.

  “Rule number one,” he said as he tore the foil packet open with his teeth, pulled out the rather large condom, and then rolled it over the tip and down the hefty shaft of his prick.

  I licked my lips. I was suddenly hungry to taste that thing between his legs. But I wanted it inside me more… much more.

  “Never laugh at a man when he’s hard.” His eyes practically shimmered with heat as he lined himself up with my opening and pushed slowly into me.

  I gasped as the tingling promise of pleasure turned to a sharp, searing pain.

  Oh god, oh god, oh god!

  I tried to tell him it hurt, and to pull
out of me.

  But I couldn’t.

  The moment I took a breath to do so, he pushed further into me, filling me slowly, oh so very slowly, until I was sure my vagina would split in half.

  I was going to die…

  He churned his hips and his cock slid in and out of me, in and out and in and out. Small movements, but they felt too harsh, too deep.

  “Most guys would’ve gone soft if you’d laughed at their wood,” Joshua growled as he leaned closer and stared into my eyes, his hips still churning, grinding his crotch against mine.

  “Joshhh…” I moaned in a hoarse whisper.

  “But I’ve never had that problem.” He pushed into me further—my god, there was more of him?—making me gasp and hiccup like an asthmatic. He thrust into me hard enough that I lost my breath completely.

  “Just…”

  Another thrust.

  “Makes me…”

  Again, and I felt my pussy abruptly gape open, welcoming him inside me.

  “Harder…”

  And again.

  This time my vagina tightened, grasping hold of him as he pulled outward, and then opening obediently as he rammed back into me.

  He reached down and pinched one of my nipples, hard, making me yelp like a stunned animal. But that just made my vagina open up further for him, and my hips thrust up as he thrust down into me again.

  “Oh yeah, baby… princess. That’s how you take it.”

  He lunged in and kissed me, hard and hot and wet, our tongues entwining, his lips rubbing mine raw, as his body flexed and contracted and pounded itself into me.

  My legs wrapped themselves around his waist involuntarily, trying to keep him from pulling out of me.

  He leaned back on his haunches again, this time making his hard prick push even further into me, hitting a wall somewhere inside me, a pain that was as much pleasure as anything else. He ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing them, and then leaning down to lick and bite them.

  His hands traveled down my body, over my ribs, down my stomach to my hips.

  As he slowly pushed in and out of me, his cock now slick with my juices, making a muffled sound as it moved in and out of me, he worked my pussy with his fingers. Rubbing at that magic nub of flesh, and massaging the vaginal lips that held his cock in their embrace.

  Somehow the wave of ecstasy that had nearly drowned me earlier had been held off by all the many, many things Joshua had been doing to me.

  But now… well, that wave felt like a tsunami surging toward me.

  I tried to pull his hands from their work. The thought of dying again in a wave of pleasure threw me into a panic.

  My god, I wasn’t ready for another orgasm!

  Joshua smiled down at me, his lips curling into a nearly cruel expression.

  “Don’t worry, princess,” he said as he grabbed me up off the mattress and held me up against him, so I was skewered on his long, thick, fleshy spike. “There’s more to come.”

  His hands slid down my back and took hold of my bottom, grasping my cheeks hard enough to make me yip again.

  It was mortifying to make such noises…

  But then he started pulling me up and down on his shaft.

  I melted against his body, barely able to hold onto him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders as he raised and lowered me on him.

  “Joshua!” I cried out as he stopped the slow up and down motion and replaced it with him pounding himself up into me, over and over and over again.

  The wave… no, the waves crashed down on me, turning me into a quivering, mindless mass of flesh. The world started to black out, my entire world boiled down to just him.

  Just Joshua.

  Joshua fucking me.

  Joshua loving me…

  And that was what I was thinking, falling against his chest. He held me as I spasmed and groaned incoherently.

  “Joshua… I love you.”

  Chapter 21

  I must have passed out, because when next I opened my eyes Joshua had a cold cloth held to my forehead, and a sheet tucked up around me, covering my naked body.

  His expression was so serious, until he saw me looking at him, and then a genuine smile spread across his lips.

  “You had me scared, princess.” He moved to lean down to me, hesitated, but then went ahead and kissed me softly on the lips. “You ate today, right?”

  I nodded. “Had two helpings of mom’s breakfast casserole.”

  I loved how he was looking at me.

  And then he got this look, part questioning, part the old smug Joshua.

  “You mean I fucked you until you blacked out?”

  I cringed. I may have actually said the F-word now, but Joshua could be so crude.

  “I… ummm… well, I didn’t mean to say it like that.” He looked so damn sexy looking all uncomfortable and guilty. “I, just… wow, I didn’t know I was that good.”

  I burst out laughing. How could he be self-deprecating and egotistical at the same time!

  “You’re such a tool,” I said. But inside my mind was chanting Love him… Love him… Love Joshua.

  He pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear and smiled—that smug smile that meant he thought he had the upper hand.

  “Yeah, but I’m the tool you’re in love with.”

  What?

  “No, I’m not. I didn’t say that!”

  And I hadn’t… had I?

  “You were saying it when you passed out.” He imitated what I must have looked like as I blacked out in his arms, his head lolling back, his eyes rolling up in his head. He even bit his lip, which just made me want to kiss him—and bite that lip myself… hard.

  In a breathless stage whisper he moaned, “Joshua… I love you.”

  Oh crap…

  I remembered thinking those exact words right before I blacked out.

  Crap, crap, double crap!

  “So,” he said, interrupting my inner Crap-Fest. “You want me to fuck you, and you love me.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. Add that to his infuriating smile, and I wanted to haul off and punch him in his perfect, straight white teeth. “Anything else you’d like to confess?”

  Yes, you’re an asshole.

  “I was delirious,” I said instead.

  His eyebrows rose again and stayed there. “Delirious?”

  I made my face a blank and nodded. “I must still be ill from last night.” I looked at him with a hard stare. “Why? Did I do something strange?”

  He scooted back away from me, an unsure look on his face. “Strange?”

  I leaned up and said, “Yeah, strange… like, did I do something out of character, something I would never, ever… hey, why are you naked?”

  Joshua grabbed a pillow and held it over his privates.

  I looked down at myself and gasped.

  “Why am I naked?” I put some exasperation in my voice, and looked at him with the widest eyes I could. “Joshua, what happened?”

  His shocked expression abruptly changed, morphing into a knowing grin and hungry wolf eyes.

  “Nice,” he said, and then lunged for me, kissing my lips like a man possessed… that was until he pulled me off guard and sprawled me over his lap.

  He smacked my ass.

  It stung, but it felt good too, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

  “Just remember…” He smacked my ass again, just a little harder, letting his hand linger on the flesh of my butt for a moment. “Little princesses that try to pull shit over on their older, wiser stepbrother, get their sweet, milky white asses beat.”

  Smack!

  I felt my nipples harden and my pussy warm and become wet.

  He flipped me around again, this time until I was sitting up on his lap, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me against him.

  It felt so damned good.

  I leaned my head against his chest, and then wriggled my bare ass against his semi-hard cock.

  He groaned. “Just a minute ago you were passed out from
sexual exertion…” he nipped at my throat with his teeth. “And now you want to go for round two?”

  I took his earlobe in my mouth, biting down ever so gently.

  “Round two… three… whatever…”

  Joshua sighed in defeat as I kissed and nibble at his ear. I felt his cock stiffen against my backside. I wanted to shift my ass around until his spongy hard cock slid up inside me again.

  I had never felt more alive than when Joshua was fucking me.

  I needed to feel that way again, and now.

  He pulled away from me and scooted off the bed, holding his hands out in a non-threatening gesture.

  I reached for him but he stepped farther away.

  “You’ve passed out twice in twenty-four hours. I think you need some rest… and some dinner.”

  More food?

  But just then my stomach growled like a ravenous wolverine.

  “Food sounds good.” I eyed him. “Can you actually cook?”

  Joshua shrugged as he picked up his jeans from the floor and pulled them on.

  I felt a twinge of disappointment. He was covering up his gorgeous, sexy body.

  There should be a law against Joshua wearing clothing.

  “I’ve been known to cook a few select dishes—cereal, Ramen, mac and cheese.”

  My nose wrinkled at the thought of mac and cheese. I hated it, always had.

  “But,” he continued as he jostled his still hard penis into his jeans and pulled up the zipper of his fly. “I was thinking about the Applebee’s not ten minutes down the road.”

  I sat up in excitement and the sheet covering me fell, exposing my nakedness.

  Joshua’s eyes turned molten, burning with want and need.

  I pulled the sheet up over my breasts again and his eyes cooled down again.

  “Do they still have that—?”

  “Steak topped with mozzarella and shrimp?” he finished for me.

  “Yeah…” I licked my lips just thinking about that juicy, utterly delectable steak, the ooey gooey cheese and garlic, topped off with succulent pink shrimp. “And don’t forget—”

  “The loaded mashed potatoes?”

  I smiled. He knew me so well.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”

  Somehow, he’d slipped on his sneakers and was now pulling his t-shirt on over his head, his rumpled hair looking sexy as hell, and the well-developed muscles of his torso looked good enough to eat as he pulled the t-shirt over them.