by Lolita Lopez
“But it very well might. Money is a huge motivator.”
“True,” Chris conceded. “Call me naïve, but this ritual has been happening for decades and there’s never been one successful revelation of identities. A few years back, some bastard threatened his classmates and wanted money in exchange for silence but nothing ever came of it. He changed his mind, I guess.”
“Or he was shut up,” I muttered under my breath.
“Or that,” Chris agreed. He shrugged. “I know my brothers. Not one of us is that much of a weasel. If any of us had money problems in the future, we’d all come together to help, no blackmail required.”
“And what about me?” I caught his gaze and daringly lifted an eyebrow. “What if I decide to change my tune and say something else happened down there, something ugly?”
Chris didn’t miss a beat. “You’re not that kind of person, Ashley. You’re honest and good. You’d never lie like that, never betray me or the other guys.”
I huffed an exaggerated sigh. “Sad, too, because I could rake in the dough if I changed my story.”
He shook his head. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
“And you’re a dirty bastard who gets his rocks off defiling sweet young things like me.”
Chris threw back his head and laughed. “You? Sweet? Puh-lease.”
“I was innocent and pure. Now look what you’ve done to me, you depraved pervert.”
“Just what have I done to you?” Chris leaned forward, his eyes glinting with lust. “Spanked that soft ass of yours? Eaten your pussy until you screamed like a banshee? Fucked that tight cunt and made it my own?”
I crossed my arms and sent him a saucy look. “Your cunt, huh?”
He nodded and said rather possessively, “Mine.”
Without warning, he grabbed me by the waist and dragged me onto his lap. I squealed with surprise at his caveman antics. His hand slipped under the thin cotton t-shirt and stroked my lower back. He planted a line of kisses along my jaw. “Are you too sore for another round? I know that virgin pussy of yours has been through a lot tonight.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about me.” I smiled and teased my finger over his lower lip. “You’re the one who’s in for a little hurtin’.”
The corners of his mouth lifted. “Is that so?”
“I promised you a red ass, Chris. I never break my promises.”
“My, my, my,” he whispered. “Aren’t we kinky?”
I laughed. “Says the guy who took his virgin friend to a frat-house gangbang.”
“Girlfriend,” he corrected. “You’re my girlfriend, Ashley. Should have been for a long time now.”
Happiness blossomed in my chest. “Well, boyfriend dearest,” I said, toying with the neckline of his shirt, “what do you say we head into my bedroom and mark up that fine ass of yours?”
“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?” He seemed a little surprised but mostly amused.
“Absolutely.”
“Well.” He sighed. “All right. Let’s go.”
Chris stood up and tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I giggled madly as he carted me through the house. Not one to pass up an opportunity, I whacked his backside a couple of times. “Pick up the pace, hotness!”
His big palm smacked my sore bottom. “Two can play this game, sweetheart.”
“Ow! That stings, jackass.” Pouting, I let my arms dangle against his back. “Just you wait…”
“Uh-huh,” he said, clearly not the least bit scared. “Have you seen your little hands? I doubt you can do much damage with those tiny things.”
“That sounds dangerously like a dare.” My feet hit the floor as Chris lowered me to the ground. I stepped out his embrace and sat on the edge of the bed. “Strip.”
His eyes flashed with excitement. “You want a show?”
“Yes, please.”
He spotted my docked iPod and thumbed through until he found just the right music. I leaned back on my palms to watch his exhibition. The giggles hit me almost immediately. Chris swiveled his hips to the thumping hip-hop beat. If I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect he’d done this before.
The shirt came off first, revealing that yummy set of washboard abs. My fingers itched to slide over the ridges. When the pajama pants slipped down his trim hips, I whistled like a horny bridesmaid at a bachelorette party. He spun around and wiggled his tight ass in my face. I laughed hard as he pumped his hips and lowered his boxer briefs. The boy had some mad dancing skills.
Fully naked, Chris danced in a circle, popping and locking those hips before dropping low. I zeroed in on that hard cock as it bounced obscenely—and hilariously. I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my face. Unable to sit up, I fell back and laughed my ass off. “Stop,” I begged, huffing for breath. “You’re going to kill me.”
Chris crawled over me, planting his knees on either side of my hips. His face was red from exertion. He smiled and pecked my lips. “Glad you liked it but don’t expect a repeat performance.”
“Not even on my birthday?”
“Okay. Maybe then.”
We laughed and shared a couple of deep kisses. “You’re stalling,” I whispered in between lip locks. “Trust me. The anticipation makes it worse.”
“Fine,” he said with a loud sigh. “How do you want me?”
I considered my options. “Well, over the lap is impossible. You’ll squish me like a bug. So let’s go for kneeling on the bed. That should put that tight tush at the right height for me.”
Chris looked less than thrilled as he slid over a few spaces on the mattress. He kneeled a few inches from the edge, his feet dangling over the side. Ass high in the air, he glanced over his shoulder. “At least take my shirt off. If I’m going to have my ass whipped, I want it done by a hot, naked woman.”
“Oh, all right.” I rolled my eyes and took off the shirt. “Better?”
“Yep.” Chris scanned me from top to bottom. “Can I just tell you how sexy you are right now? Honestly, the idea of such a pint-sized sprite spanking my ass is making my cock throb.”
“That’s because you’re a dirty boy,” I said, playing up the dominatrix angle. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy and now you have to be punished.”
“Okay. Now you’re scaring me.”
“Good.” I swept my hand over his butt and squeezed a fleshy cheek. “Head down,” I ordered. “I didn’t have the benefit of seeing it coming and neither should you.”
“Yes, mistress,” he jokingly replied.
I didn’t even bother trying to squash the smile tugging at my lips. There was something incredibly funny and rather arousing about spanking the ass of my giant boyfriend. Maybe it was the role reversal or the sheer kinkiness, but I couldn’t deny my pussy was getting wet as I stroked his backside and prepared to deliver thirty-six whacks.
“Son of a bitch!” Chris shouted in surprise as my flat hand connected with his left butt cheek. “Christ, Ashley, that stings!”
“Really?” I feigned shock. “I had no idea!”
Whack. Whack. Whack. I gave it to him good, throwing my full weight into every swing of my arm. He twisted and jerked but kept his ass high in the air, right where I wanted it. I experienced a sadistic thrill with every yelp of pain. God, I was turning out to be quite a freaky bitch! Maybe my mama was right. Reading all that BDSM-themed erotica had warped my young mind.
I had to switch hands halfway through because my right palm burned. Remembering the way Chris had stroked my pussy in between brothers, I caressed his plump sac and the stiff length of his cock. He was whining like a little girl after every whack, complaining about the sting and the burn, but his erection betrayed him. Someone found this spanking session very arousing.
When I delivered the final slap, I used both hands to knead his bright-red buttocks. He shivered and pressed back against my hands. I let my fingers drift south, teasing over the hidden pucker on my way to his shaft
and balls. With his ass in the air like that, the possibilities were endless. My filthy mind went wild with scenarios. He’d had the chance to taste me earlier tonight. Now it was my turn.
I crouched down a little and swiped my tongue from side to side over his sac. Chris inhaled sharply. “Ashley!”
Smiling, I nibbled and sucked on his balls while stroking his cock. Chris groaned loudly and pushed back, clearly wanting more. I wanted his cock in my mouth and told him so. We quickly switched positions. Chris stood in front of me while I knelt on all fours atop my bed. He grasped the base of his dick and painted my lips with the dripping tip. The salty essence exploded on my taste buds as I swept my tongue over my wet lips.
He carefully probed my willing mouth with his big shaft. I’d never sucked a cock before so this was all new territory. I just hoped all those dirty books and porn films I’d used as stroke material had taught me a thing or two. Lips wet and tongue soft, I swallowed the first few inches of his cock. Chris was surprisingly gentle, thrusting slowly and very shallowly. I could tell it was taking all his self-control to hold back but he did it anyway, proving he was a true gentleman.
As I grew more accustomed to the oral invasion, I took in more and more of his long cock. The girth stretched my lips wide. My tongue eventually found the right movements and rhythm. I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock every time he pulled back and let it slide along the underside of his shaft when he plunged into my mouth. Both of us seemed fully aware deep-throating wasn’t a possibility. Chris didn’t push the issue, going only as deep as was comfortable for me. At the first sign of gagging, he withdrew quickly and made sure never to go that far again.
I thought for sure he was going to come in my mouth. Instead, he drew back completely and caressed my face. “Do you have any condoms?”
“Bottom drawer,” I said, pointing to my bedside table.
Chris crouched down and yanked open the drawer. “Well, well, well,” he murmured upon discovering my stash of vibrators. “Someone gets busy.”
I rolled my eyes. “A girl’s allowed to have her fantasies.”
“About me?” His eyebrows jumped up and down suggestively.
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“Ha!” he exclaimed smugly. “I knew it.”
“Whatever. Am I supposed to believe I wasn’t a deposit in your personal spank bank?”
“Touché,” Chris agreed, tearing a condom packet from the long strip. “So…condoms in your bottom drawer. Just being prepared?”
“Mostly.”
He stared at me for a long moment. “So you and Ginger…?”
“Not exactly. We liked to share one another’s toys. Condoms make for easier cleanup and maintenance. We’ve never…you know.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I know.” He ripped open the condom package and slowly rolled on the protective sheath. “But you’ll have to tell me all about what you have done some time.”
“Sorry, buddy.” I wagged my finger. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“No?” He climbed onto the bed beside me and flopped to his back. “Pity.”
I threw my leg over his waist and shimmied down his pelvis until his cock was pointed at my entrance. “I’m not sure if I’ll be good at this.”
He clasped the back of my neck and hauled me down for a passionate kiss. “Don’t worry about it. From what I’ve seen so far, you’re a natural.”
I playfully smacked his arm. “Hush!”
“Only if you’re screaming,” Chris replied, grasping my hips and impaling me on his rock-hard cock. I cried out and braced myself on his chest, fingers splayed wide against his bronze skin. He showed no mercy as he snapped his hips, pounding his cock into me over and over at a hurried pace.
This was a different side of Chris, a side I found I really loved. He fucked me like a wild man, his ripped muscles put to good use. Our bodies slapped together noisily. The friction of his thick penis sliding in and out drove me insane. My clit buzzed and begged for attention. I grabbed his hand and placed his wide thumb over the pulsing nub. Chris knew exactly how to play with me, working his digit over my clit in slow, tight circles.
I took control of our mating, forcing Chris to lie still beneath me as I gyrated and bucked my hips. It felt so fucking good to be in control, better than I’d ever imagined. I experimented with different moves, swinging my hips in circles and grinding back and forth. I found quick bursts of back and forth felt amazing, so I kept doing that while Chris rubbed my clit.
My pussy was getting juicier and juicer as I rode him. Our melding bodies squelched loudly, the sound driving me closer and closer to the edge. Chris urged me on, his thumb moving faster over my clit. I flicked my hips at breakneck pace. “Oh god. I’m close. I’m close. Unnnhh! Unhhh. Ahhhh!”
I came hard, my back arching and body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. Bliss erupted in my core and spread through my belly and chest. My heart raced as endorphins spilled into my bloodstream. My lungs expanded and contracted in time with my heavy pants. “Oh. My. God!”
Chris hammered into me from below. His arms and chest flexed as he gripped my waist and pounded into me again and again and again. He came with a guttural roar, his body jerking as his cum filled the latex reservoir.
When it was all done, I fell forward, unable to think, barely able to breathe. His arms closed around me, holding me tight to his heaving chest. “Christ, that was even better than the first time!”
“No joke,” I said, finally able to muster enough energy to roll off him and onto my side. He turned so our faces were mere inches apart, our panting breaths intermingling. I cupped his stubble-covered jaw and traced my thumb over his full lower lip. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Chris swiped the damp bangs from my forehead and kissed the tip of my nose.
“For making this night so incredible.” I kissed him back. “It was crazy and wild and dirty and absolutely nothing like the way I’d imagined I’d lose the Big V.”
“And that’s a good thing, right?” Chris seemed worried. “I hope I didn’t, like, crush some romantic dream of yours.”
“You didn’t,” I assured him with a smile. “You eclipsed my wildest dreams.”
“Gee, no pressure.”
“I’m not worried. You’ve always been the type to rise to high expectations.”
“Baby,” he kissed me hard, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
About the Author
While browsing bookstore shelves as a teenager, Lo discovered the erotic writings of Anaïs Nin and Anne Roquelaure. Certain her mother would not approve, Lo smuggled the books home and squirreled them away in the most likely of places—under her bed. Late at night, she delved into the sensual worlds both writers created.
As a co-ed studying biochemistry and genetics at Texas A&M University, Lo dabbled in creating naughty tales to entertain her friends. Study for a midterm or pen a deliciously dirty story to delight her small band of fans? Not surprisingly, Lo is now on an extended sabbatical from college.
Luckily, Lo stumbled onto the world of erotic romance publishers. She realized there were other readers and writers who loved and craved breathtaking romance with the spiciest of love scenes. She took a chance and submitted her first novella. The rest is history.
Lo lives in Texas with her family and beloved Great Dane, Bosley.
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