The Stories We Whisper at Night

by Sky Corgan

  “It's fine. I've showered in worse,” he assures me.

  “You keep telling me you've had a lot of worse experiences.” My mind goes back to his nightmare, and my heart aches for him. “I could keep you warm.” I slide my hand between his legs, cupping his ruddy balls before letting my fingers wrap around his shaft.

  He lets out a hiss, and his eyes turn a deeper shade of brown as he gazes down at me. Blood pumps into his cock, thickening it.

  “You can warm me up afterward.” He pulls the shower curtain open, urging me out.

  A tightness wrenches my chest from the subtle rejection, but I try to keep in mind that he probably doesn't like cold showers either. It wasn't the right time to try to seduce him. The right time would have been just as we stepped into the shower when the water was still warm. But then neither of us would have ever gotten clean.

  I pull a towel from the rack, drying myself off. It's hard for me to tear my eyes away from Kit's silhouette as he bathes himself. All I can think of are the water droplets trailing down his perfect muscular body. My pussy clenches with the memory of his engorged cock in my hand. I want it inside of me so badly. I need to feel connected to him like I was last night.

  I towel dry my hair slowly, waiting for him to finish. The knob on the tub squeaks as he turns it. The spray of the water degrades into a trickle, and he pulls the shower curtain aside before stepping out. I hold his towel open for him, and he gives me a somewhat puzzled look before taking it from me and drying himself off.

  My emotions are flip-flopping, wondering if I seem too desperate. Like some poor girl who fell in love the first time that she got fucked. I don't want to scare him away, but I also want to show him that I want to be with him. I don't really know how other than this.

  I drop to my knees on the bathroom floor and jerk the towel out of Kit's hands. It falls to the tile next to me, but I pay no mind to it. My eyes are zeroed in on the prize, my tongue flicking out to lap at his tip. His dick swells instantly.

  “Ivy,” he says my name like it's a warning.

  I wrap my hand around his thickness, holding him in place. When I look up at him, his expression seems conflicted. “You don't have to.”

  “I want to,” I assure him, kissing his helmet. I want to make him feel how he makes me feel. Happy. Secure. Satisfied. I want him to have good things. All the things he deserves. And this is one of them.

  My mouth molds around his hardened length, so wide that my jaw aches. I pray I don't scrape him with my teeth as I begin bobbing. Thanks to the shower, he tastes like nothing at all, but somehow I find that a bit disappointing. I want to know what he tastes like. The salt of his manhood.

  My tongue works the underside of his shaft, and I find myself enjoying blowing him way more than I ever thought I would. There's something incredibly sexy about the way his cock twitches in my mouth every once in a while, the sound of his unsteady breathing, the small moans that fall from his lips. My clit throbs as I pleasure him, and I reach a hand between my legs to stimulate myself as I continue to suck him off.

  “Oh fuck, Ivy. That's so hot,” he whispers, curling his fingers into my hair. “Perhaps you'd like some help.”

  There's a wicked twist to his voice, and I quickly discover what he meant. He uses his grip on my hair to work me back and forth. There's an advantage to losing control, though. I let my focus drift to pleasuring myself while he fucks my mouth to his liking. This dominant side of him drives me wild, the side where he feels free to do whatever he wants with me.

  I moan around his cock, feeling electricity swirling beneath my fingertips. My other hand moves up to tweak one of my nipples. All I can think about is how good it feels to be full of him, to have him invade my mouth. How I wish I could have him in all my holes at once.

  My mouth squelches as saliva and pre-seed fills it and starts dripping down my chin. The taste of nothing has been replaced by a subtle saltiness. It's not unpleasant. In fact, it's not bad at all.

  “Do you think you can take my load down your throat?” he asks.

  “Mhm,” I mumble around him.

  “Or would you rather me come all over those pretty little tits of yours?” He looks down at my breasts, my nipples beaded hard with desire for him. I'd let him come all over my face if he wanted to. I'm all his in every way he could possibly want me.

  I swirl my tongue around his tip when he pulls out, gasping but quickly sucking back down on him like I'm greedy for it. My fingers press aggressively into my clit, working tight circles. I'm so close to climaxing. I want to make sure that he is, too.

  “Jesus Christ, Ivy,” he hisses between clenched teeth.

  I suck his dick like it's the best thing I've ever tasted, getting more aggressive about it as my orgasm approaches. A few additional rotations and my pussy is clamping down. I use the hand that was tweaking my nipple to grip the base of Kit's cock, squeezing and jerking until his breath hitches and I feel a spray of warmth coat the back of my throat.

  He lets go of me and tears his fingers through his hair, his head tilted back, his delicious Adam's apple exposed as I milk him dry. “Jesus fuck.” His body trembles slightly as he continues to spurt into my mouth.

  He exhales deeply, staring down at me as I continue to massage my clit. The orgasm wasn't anywhere near as intense as the one I had last night, probably because I was too busy focusing on Kit to pay attention to my own pleasure. It was still good, though.

  I give him my most seductive look as I lick his cock clean before he helps me off of the floor. His mouth crashes down on mine, and just like that, I'm ready for action again.

  It's like something inside of him has snapped. He's unbridled and wild. His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place while his mouth moves on top of mine, his tongue exploring inside, his teeth biting my bottom lip.

  I gasp as he hoists me off of the ground, pressing my back against the wall. I try to hook my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Before I even know what's happening, I feel the intense sensation of him tunneling inside of me, his cock invading my pussy like a forceful intruder. A searing pain blooms between my legs before a wave of pleasure follows when he rams his helmet over my g-spot. I cry out so loudly that the entire apartment complex probably hears me, my cunt clamping down on him from an orgasm that makes me see stars.

  “Oh, Kit.” I'm barely aware enough to say his name. He's bucking inside of me. Hard. Each thrust sending his cock rubbing over my sensitive inner workings again and again.

  I glance at our reflection in the bathroom mirror, and it only intensifies my climax. My legs are splayed around his hips. His ass muscles clench with every thrust. I never knew my face could look so pleasured. It's like watching my very own porno. A porno of us.

  “Your pussy couldn't wait to be claimed by me, could it?” he growls into my ear. “So fucking greedy. It needed my cock to be happy.”

  “Yes,” I confess.

  “Come here. I think you need to watch yourself getting fucked.” He sets me down, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me in front of him. The way he's looking down at me is devilish. The way he's forcing me to look at myself... “Look at those tits. Your nipples are so hard they could cut glass.” He reaches around me to tweak one of my nipples, and my entire body shudders. My cunt feels empty without him. I wonder if he has any idea how hot he's making me. “Mmm. I want to watch your tits bounce as I fuck you.” He pulls my hips back, placing his palm between my shoulder blades to push me down until I'm leaning on the bathroom counter.

  Kit slips a hand between my thighs and pets his index finger over my clit. It pulses from his touch. He slides his fingers across my slit before pushing them into me. I groan, my eyes fluttering as he curls and pumps his digits inside of me, massaging my g-spot.

  “That's my girl,” he tells me. “I'm going to make you come so many times that you're addicted to my touch. That all you'll ever be able to think about is fucking me.”

  I'm pretty sure he's already done that
. Ever since we made love in the cabin, it's practically all I've been able to think about.

  He pulls his fingers out of my snatch and draws them up to his nose. They're glistening with my wetness. He inhales deeply before popping them into his mouth, his eyes closing for a moment as he savors the taste. He looks so sexy that electricity zips through me. I shift my weight, my body growing impatient to have him inside of me again.

  “You taste like Heaven. I need more. Spread your legs.” He kneels behind me, disappearing from my line of sight. I barely have time to spread my legs before I feel his tongue lapping along my slit. He presses his mouth against me, grabbing my thighs and practically forcing me to sit on his face. I have to grip the counter to maintain my balance, my legs feeling weak as his lips suction around my clit.

  “Oh God, Kit. I can't.” My nails dig into the countertop, though they get no leverage.

  He moans and slurps as he eats me out, soothing the heat between my legs. It feels amazing.

  “I want you to come all over my face.” His voice is muffled as he nips and sucks.

  I feel a thick digit press at my entryway before it slips inside. Another finger rubs across my taint before settling on my pucker. My entire body tenses.

  I've never wanted to do butt stuff before, but I'm not about to stop him. Kit's already proven that he knows exactly what he's doing. If I allow myself to trust him, I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever he has planned for me.

  I chew my bottom lip as his fingertip probes at my virgin doorway. He presses inside of me slowly. It feels strange but not unpleasant. I try to adjust to the sensation, keeping most of my focus on what he's doing to my clit.

  I lean over the counter, practically drooling from the sensation overload. He probes his fingers in and out of both holes. I'm not as full as I would be with his cock, but I feel wonderfully violated.

  “I want to blow you again,” I murmur, once more fantasizing about having him in all of my holes.

  “Such a giver you are,” he teases. “But I haven't finished yet.”

  He starts moving his hand more vigorously, his lips sucking on my clit, his tongue dancing against it. I'm sensitive from my last two orgasms, but I can already feel a third following suit. My body can't handle what he's doing to it. It's just too much. My breath leaves me with a whimper as I give in to pleasure. My legs shake to the point that Kit's practically holding me up. His tongue laps at my clit as it throbs with contractions.

  “I knew you needed it in both your holes,” he tells me smugly.

  “I never knew you were going to be this dirty,” I confess. “But I love it,” I quickly add, not wanting him to stop.

  He pulls his fingers from me and stands behind me. I already feel exhausted from having come so much. All I can do is stay there bent over as he lines himself up.

  Kit grabs me by the hair, forcing my head back—forcing me to look at our reflection in the mirror. “You're my little fuck doll. You know that, right?”

  “Yes. I'm your little fuck doll.” My God does his dirty talking ever make me horny.

  “That's a good girl.” He lets my hair go, giving my ass a hard slap before I feel his glans burrow into my pussy. My entire body tenses from the sensation. His hands latch onto my hips, and he begins to thrust. I watch us in the mirror. Watch him fucking me. Watch his abs tighten as he pumps in and out of my pussy. Watch his face as his eyes stay glued to our joined parts. Every time I don't think that being with him can get any better, it does. Maybe I am that stupid, naive girl that fell in love the first time she got fucked, because I want to marry this guy. It's illogical and maybe just a thought born from overactive hormones, but I want to wear his ring on my finger and bear his children.

  “Fuck me hard,” I beg. “Make my pussy yours.”

  “Your pussy is mine,” he growls, seeming to not like thinking otherwise.

  I whimper and moan as he slams into me so hard that it's almost painful, his thick cock widening my narrow channel, carving out a place inside of me that's only for him.

  “Oh yes, Kit. Don't stop. It's so good. So good.” I'm practically crying from my enjoyment of being with him. From my fear of what will happen when I have to go home. Now that I've had him, I don't want to ever be without him.

  “You're going to do me in, baby,” he tells me, and I can see it on his face. He's close.

  “Oh yeah. You have the best cock ever.” I squeeze my muscles around him as tightly as I can, trying to massage the orgasm out of him.

  “I'm going to come so fucking hard. Fill up your little cunt. Would you like that?”

  I should say no. Condoms. We should be using a condom. But my traitorous mouth can only say, “Yes.”

  His grip tightens on my hips. He plunges into me with a roar. I feel the swelling sensation making me feel impossibly full of him. And then the warmth comes. He dumps his full load into me, and I groan from the bliss of it.

  “Take it all, baby.” He pumps into me a few more times, and my greedy pussy sucks on him, wanting everything he has to offer. I want everything he has to offer. His body. His heart.

  “Oh my God.” I rest my head on my arms. Too much. It's all too much. The amazing sex. My insane emotions and attachment to him.

  “Mmm.” Kit pushes into me one more time before pulling out. I can feel the warmth running out of me. Dripping down my inner thigh. Making me dirty again.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper again, standing there with trembling legs as Kit grabs a towel to clean me off.

  “Are you all right, baby?” he asks, kissing the small of my back and tossing the towel aside.

  “I don't know,” I confess with an unsteady giggle as I straighten myself. “I think you fucked me so good that I'm not going to be able to walk straight.”

  “Don't worry about that. I'll carry you.” He lifts me into his arms, making me blush.

  “I don't know about you.” I rest my head against him as he princess carries me to the bed and lays me down on it.

  “Well, you have plenty of time to get to know about me. Hopefully, the rest of our lives,” he says sweetly as he climbs into bed beside me.

  My heart swells from his words. I'm definitely, undoubtedly in love.

  ***

  I'm pleasantly surprised when Kit serves me breakfast in bed the next morning. When he woke up and snuck out to accomplish the task, I have no idea. If I'm being honest, I didn't even think he had the stuff to cook with. Briefly, I consider teasing him about having run off to some restaurant to get it for me, but that seems a bit too insensitive.

  “This is really good,” I tell him while digging into the eggs. “Aren't you going to eat?” I ask, noticing that he didn't bring himself any food.

  “I'm just going to have coffee,” he says as he settles back into bed next to me, sans coffee cup. I wonder if that means he's been up for a while and already had coffee.

  “Man can't survive on coffee alone.” I offer him a forkful of eggs.

  He holds his hand up to stop me. “That's for you.”

  “I'm not taking no for an answer.” I narrow my eyes at him.

  “Fine.” He smirks, opening wide.

  After breakfast, I call my parents to let them know that I'm safe. They're relieved to hear my voice, and I've honestly never been so happy to talk to them before. For safety's sake, I omit the details of my little misadventure. I'm certain that if I told them I'm injured, they'd make me come home right away. And I'm still not done spending time with Kit. I want to try to stay with him for as long as I can, even if it's only for a few more days. I lie and tell them that I'm hanging out with some people that I met on the trail and that I'll call them again when I'm ready for them to buy my plane ticket back home. They tell me to enjoy myself, and then we say our I love yous and end the call. A heaviness takes over my heart as I think about how my time here is almost over.

  “I bet your parents can't wait to have you home,” Kit comments, his voice solemn.

  “Yeah,” I reply, feeling that uneas
iness again.

  “I'd like to take you to meet my mother if that's all right.” He perks up a bit.

  “I'd love that.” I can't hide my excitement. If he wants me to meet his mother, that must mean he's serious about us.

  “Sweet. I'm sure she's going to be excited to meet you.”

  We get in Kit's jeep and drive a few miles away to a condo. It's a lot nicer than where Kit lives, and I wonder why he doesn't live here instead. Maybe he just doesn't want to be this close to his mom. That would be understandable.

  He kills the engine, and I follow him to the front door of a downstairs unit. He knocks twice, and his eyes fall to the floor as he waits for his mom to answer. I feel a wave of nervousness, still in disbelief that he's introducing me to her.

  Footsteps approach, and then the door swings open to reveal a woman with dark brown hair with streaks of gray in it. She's a petite thing and very beautiful.

  “Mom.” Kit's face lights up as soon as his gaze falls on her.

  “Kit?” She sounds surprised to see him. “You came back sooner than expected.”

  “I ran into a bit of a complication.” He glances over at me, and her eyes follow.

  “Who is this?” She smiles warmly.

  “This is Ivy. She got lost while hiking the Pacific Crest Trail and wound up at the cabin,” he informs her. That's a vague way of putting it, but I suppose he's leaving the rest of the story to me.

  “Ivy, it's nice to meet you.” She extends her hand to me. “You can call me Flora.”

  “Flora.” I nod to her in acknowledgment. Her hand is super soft.

  “I was just getting ready to make lunch. Are you guys hungry?” Flora opens the door for us to step inside.

  “I could eat,” Kit replies, reminding me that he hasn't eaten much besides the few bites of eggs I fed him. I'm still full.

  “Come. Have a seat.” Flora leads us to a small dining room table. We sit and watch her move around in the kitchen, pulling things from the cabinets and refrigerator. “How was the cabin?”

  “Same ole, same ole. You know nothing ever changes there.”