by Sky Corgan
“Then I might rape you.”
“That would be something,” he laughed, kneading his fingers into my ass cheeks, crawling them in toward my core and spreading my pussy lips. I could feel him watching me back there, and it made me embarrassed and excited. Damien Reed was a kinky sex God, and I was his loyal servant, bending to his every whim and will.
He practically owns me already, I realized. At least, he owns the pleasures of my body. Chase is good, but Damien is amazing. There's no comparison.
My thoughts were drowned away when he suddenly bucked forward, plunging me into the dark abyss of pleasure. I gasped in surprise, and then my mouth was all moans as he fucked me violently. His fingers dug into my hips so deep that it hurt, and his cock slammed against me so hard that it made a loud crack when our bodies met.
The ferocity of it was so intense that I almost couldn't breath between gasps and moans. My eyes were wide open, but all I could see was darkness. Every nerve in my body screamed with sensation, some pleasure, some pain.
The bed squeaked below us defiantly, sounding like it was about to break at any moment. My pussy mirrored its sentiment, burning from the force of Damien's lust. When he slammed against me, it felt like he was hammering into my depths, past my cervix and straight into my womb. Tears ran down my cheeks, soaking into the blindfold. For the abuse that my cunt was taking, my body wanted more. I had never been fucked so hard in all my life. And I loved it.
My tits swung heavily beneath me, almost painfully. I wanted to reach a hand up to tweak one of my nipples, but I knew if I shifted my weight for even a second, I'd lose my balance and fall face-first into the bed. Wave after wave of delicious heat pulsed through my clit, which was being savagely beaten by the slapping of his balls against it.
It wasn't long before my body could take no more, and I erupted into orgasm, clenching around him mercilessly. The intensity of it made me see stars, flooding my nether region with delicious heat. Damien kept pounding away, his cock fighting against my contractions. In the end, he won, fucking me until my muscles surrendered around his tool. He stopped long enough to grip me by the shoulders, and then picked up the pace until he was jack-hammering into me. The room was filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together, heavy breathing, and the smell of sex. Never before had the scent been so potent, practically intoxicating me.
“You're going to break me,” I breathed, though I wasn't sure if the statement was supposed to be seductive or literal. My cunt was starting to get sore, not unbearable, but definitely beyond what I was used to.
“No talking,” Damien growled, and I cowered beneath him, deciding to let him ride out his pleasure, using me how he saw fit.
The rest of our coupling was a mind fuck. Did he really not care if he was hurting me? Did he even realize how rough he was being?
I tried to arch my hips so that the position was more comfortable for me, thinking about how Chase would never be so rough. It was a conundrum. Part of me was frightened by how violent Damien's fucking had become, but part of me loved it. My inner tunnel was getting sore despite plenty of self-produced lubrication, but my clit wouldn't stop throbbing. It felt like I was almost in a constant state of orgasm. While my eyes could see nothing, the world pulsed around me. I could hear my heart beat ringing in my ears, feel the blood pumping between my legs, the sweat pooling in the curve of my back. Sex had never been such a workout before, and I wasn't even doing anything. Our bodies felt almost merged, like a well-oiled machine, working at optimum performance with the dial pressed all the way to overdrive.
Finally, when I thought that my arms might collapse beneath me from atrophy, Damien's body tensed. His sudden stopping brought on another surprise orgasm, and I gasped as we came together. For some reason, this orgasm felt even more intense than the last ones, probably because it was also an emotional orgasm from feeling like I was one with him. Whatever the reason, it was absolutely amazing, and I sighed in contentment, allowing my face to drop to the comforter while I panted out my pleasure.
In the darkness that surrounded me, all I could hear was heavy breathing. Damien pulled away, leaving my passageway empty and swollen. My pussy had really taken a beating tonight, I thought deviously, licking my lips.
“You can take the blindfold off now,” Damien said, still breathless.
I pulled it off of my head, then rolled over onto my side, looking at him. He was covered in sweat, the front of his shirt practically sticking to him.
“Why do you never take your clothes off when we have sex?” I asked.
“I never really think about it,” he replied, which sounded like a lame excuse to me.
“You know, I do rather enjoy the sight of you naked.”
“And I really enjoy being naked.” As if to prove he was telling the truth, he began to peel off his clothes, throwing them into a laundry hamper by the door. “I need a shower,” he said, and then disappeared into the bathroom without another word.
I frowned at the door, wishing he would have invited me along. With a sigh, I rolled off the bed, walking naked to the kitchen for a glass of water. All of that hot sex really dehydrated me. Once I got my water, I went in search of my things. I found them in the living room, which was as good of a place as any to leave them until I had to collect them in the morning.
Absentmindedly, I plopped down onto the sofa and grabbed my phone. There were two text messages, one from Tanya and another from Chase. Tanya wanted to tell me about the amazing date she had gone on with her new boyfriend. I really didn't have the energy to listen to it though so I decided to call her the next day. The other message about made my heart stop. This was the moment I had been dreading.
Chase's text read, “Hey, Chey, I can't take this uncertainty anymore. You know I love you. I really think it's time we took things to the next level. Please text me back.”
I didn't text Chase back. Though he was probably still awake, I convinced myself that it was too late at night. In truth, I wasn't sure what I would say to him anyway. Instead, I waited for Damien to get out of the shower, then took one for myself and crawled into bed beside him.
My mind was too addled with exhaustion and pain medication to allow me to get overly emotional, though there were still slivers of discomforting thought running through my brain. I wanted Damien to wrap his arms around me like he had when he found me crying, but he didn't. He simply lay beside me, as still as a corpse, presumably asleep.
Everything that had happened lulled me into a false sense of being with him. He was so attentive to me when I cut myself, so loving when we got back from the emergency medical clinic. That had melted away when we fucked. My feelings were still there. They never left. But he ran hot and cold, and I still had no idea what was going on inside his head.
There was no point in worrying about it now though. I didn't have to make an immediate decision. The weekend was over, and I could come up with excuses to put Chase off until I had my mind together. Tonight, all I cared about was sleep and the peace that it brought.
THREE WORDS
Sleep came, but it wasn't near long enough. At six o'clock, the alarm went off, and Damien was hurrying me out the door, so he could get to school on time. I groaned as I drove home, feeling like I had been hit by a freight train. My finger hurt, my pussy ached, and I had an emotional hangover.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much time to dwell on any of it. I still had to get home, change my clothes, and head to class on time to face a miserable day of thinking about Chase Vogel and Damien Reed. Who would I choose?
The answer still seemed obvious. Damien was temporary. Once our lessons were over, so was our relationship. Chase was familiar and steady. Still, I felt like I'd be missing out on something if I committed to a relationship with Chase.
By the end of the day, I still hadn't made up my mind. The thought that I had to choose between them made me angry. Why couldn't I have my cake and eat it too? It had worked so well up until this point, hadn't it?
I decide
d to visit my mom after school, hoping she could talk some sense into me. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I knew what the best decision was. It was just going to take someone else actually saying it to nudge me in the right direction.
She was happy to see me, as always, ushering me inside with a hug and offering me a soda and pizza. I grabbed a few slices of meat lovers and sat on the sofa, listening to her tell me all about the drama at her job while I ate. There was always something miserable going on there, whether it be her boss pissing her off or other employees leaving the store filthy. My mom loved to complain, and if it wasn't about her job, then it was usually about her neighbors or their dogs or whatever else she could think of that was wrong with the world.
It felt like a rite of passage to listen until she ran out of words. Then it was my turn, though I rarely had as much to say. My life was fairly undramatic, aside from this new love triangle.
“Chase wants a relationship,” I began.
“I thought you two already were in one.”
“No. I've been putting him off because of this other guy.”
“The one you only felt lust for,” she said with a disapproving tone.
“Yeah. I think I'm starting to feel a bit more for him though.” I hated to admit it to myself, but it was true. After the afternoon in the pool, and the way Damien had taken care of me when I had injured myself . . . Well, there was definitely more than lust there.
“And how does he feel about you?”
“I don't know.”
“Still a mystery man, huh?” she huffed.
“Yeah. But I kind of like that about him.”
“Honey, not all mysteries are good. If he's not telling you everything about himself, then he's probably hiding something.”
It wasn't like that, but how could I possibly make her understand without telling her everything.
I sighed, “I'm just worried that if I get with Chase, I'm going to be missing out on something great.”
“If you don't get with Chase, you're going to be missing out on something great,” she insisted, and I knew she was right.
Damien is only temporary, I had to remind myself. Make that your mantra. Every time you become unsure, tell yourself that. You can't have him, not in the way you want him. It will never happen. You need to get over it.
The thought depressed me, but I knew it was for the best. It was time to stop being selfish. These lessons, as invigorating as they were, needed to stop. I had already gotten myself in too deep. If I kept playing these games, I'd never be able to dig myself out.
“You're right,” I said finally. “Chase is the better choice. I see that now . . . clearly.”
“Good.”
“Thanks for the talk, Mom.”
“Anytime, sweetie.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon watching a show about cheetahs. It didn't interest me in the least, and I kinda wished we could watch something with more of a plot to help take my mind off of things, but I didn't dare to ask. Her house; her rules.
I drove home that night with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, knowing what I had to do. The following weekend, I would not be showing up at Damien Reed's house. My lessons with him were over. It was time to buck up and commit to Chase, and that meant making him my one and only.
Despite this new resolution though, I couldn't force myself to text him and give him my decision. Saying that I would be his girlfriend sounded so final.
I couldn't count the number of times I had the phone in my hand. Sometimes, I even typed out a full message but then ended up deleting it. Why was this so damn difficult? Damien is only temporary. You can't have him, I reminded myself over and over again, but that didn't make texting Chase any easier.
On Wednesday, he sent me another text, asking me if I wanted to go to a barbeque at his parents' house the following night. There was no wishy-washy 'be my girlfriend' message attached to it, and I sighed in relief, thinking that somehow, maybe by the grace of God, I had managed to dodge a bullet. Perhaps he had just felt a moment of need when he initially sent me that text and could hold on a bit longer while I truly made up my mind. I hoped so. Either way, I decided not to avoid him this time. My fingers worked quickly to text back an acceptance to his invitation, to which he replied that he'd pick me up at six o'clock.
The next day, I tried to look my best for Chase, putting on a modest purple dress with an embroidered design and tortoise-shell buttons. He showed up at the door with a bouquet of daisies in hand, and his face lit up when he saw me.
“You look amazing,” he said, handing the flowers over.
I welcomed him inside while I went to put them in a vase. Unfortunately, vases were in short supply in my father's bachelor pad, so I ended up sticking them in a pitcher instead. Chase gave it a funny look, but said nothing.
When I returned to him, I flung my arms around his shoulders, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. His hands caressed my waist.
“You ready to go?” he asked.
“Not quite yet. I was hoping we could . . . play first.”
“Play?” He arched an eyebrow. “I told my parents we'd be there by seven.”
“They don't live an hour away,” I reminded him.
“No, but I don't want to be late.”
“Then I guess we better hurry.”
My hands slipped down, working to unfasten the button on his slacks. It amused me how he was dressed in his Sunday's finest just to visit his parents. He looked absolutely adorable in a blue polo and a pair of gray slacks. Adorable, and yummy.
“Can't this wait until afterward?” he asked.
“No. It can't. I need you.”
My hand was already inside the fly of his pants, working to pull out his flaccid cock. It twitched at my touch, and when I looked back up into his eyes, I knew I had won him over. I grinned wickedly, squeezing his length and giving it a gentle tug.
“You're insatiable,” he groaned, grabbing me by the wrist and leading me back to my bedroom.
I giggled like a school girl, taking short fast steps, so I wouldn't trip in my heels. By the time we reached my room, we were ravenous, ripping at each other's clothing. In two heartbeats, we were both naked, our bodies pressed against each other, his rigid cock in my hand.
“We've got to make this quick,” he said, as if that fact hadn't already been established.
“Stick it in me then, stud.” I tossed myself back onto the bed, spreading my legs.
He gave me a queer look, though it didn't stop him from climbing over me. “You're the most wanton girl I've ever met. I seriously never would have thought you'd turn out like this.”
For some reason, that caused a twinge of pain in my chest. He made it sound like I had turned into a nymphet. Or worse, a slut. If he knew about Damien, he'd definitely think I was a slut. Was I a slut? Was that what I was becoming?
I scowled internally until his fingers nudged through my labia. Then everything melted away into pleasure. His fingers spread my lips while his thumb traveled up to rub against my red hot button, turning my body's sensitive core on. I groaned, gyrating my hips, using him as a stationary tool to grind on.
It wasn't long before he took his hand away, leaning over me to press his tool inside. The way he slammed into me was urgent, and though there was pleasure on his face, I couldn't help but feel he was just trying to get the job done. His meat stick slipped in too easily, barely causing a shiver of pleasure when it filled me to the hilt. Perhaps I was too wet. Or maybe I had just been fucked too much recently. Whatever the case, I found myself feeling a bit disconnected and having to work a harder to bring my body to its full lustful bliss.
I reached a hand up to tweak one of my nipples, enjoying the tiny sensations that ran down my stomach to my clit. It still wasn't enough though. My body needed more stimulation, so I grabbed one of his hands and guided it down between my legs.
Chase took the hint, massaging his fingers over my hot bud while he bucked his hips into me. That's it, I
thought. Now it's happening.
His thrusts were fast and urgent, as if he was trying to get off as quickly as possible. I moaned as his fingers vibrated against me at sonic speed, driving me over the edge. There were no breaks. Just fast. Hard.
My body quickly approached the point of no return, my tunnel squeezing around him as the contractions began. I panted in ecstasy, grabbing his hand and pressing his fingers hard against my clit to feel the orgasm roll through me. Beads of sweat dripped from Chase's brow, dotting my skin, and I knew he wouldn't be able to keep up much longer.
With a low groan, he pulled out and shot a stream of milky love juice onto my stomach. His face was red and blotchy, as if he had been holding his breath the entire time. I looked up at him, watching his expression. There was relief there, and love. For as frustrated with me as he had been for me practically forcing him to have sex, I could tell he wasn't upset. Heck, he seemed pretty happy, grinning and leaning forward to kiss me. I pulled him down to me, worshiping his lips with mine. And when he finally broke away from the kiss, he whispered, “I love you.”
Every sexual light in my body darkened with those words, and I felt utterly and totally trapped. Was I supposed to say it back? He expected me to say it, but I wasn't certain if I really did love him or not. Sure, I loved him as a friend, but he hadn't meant it in that way. And if I said it back, he would not take it in that way.
“We should shower,” was all I could think of to respond, quickly pushing past him to grab my dress from the floor and head into the bathroom.
“If I joined you, we could save time,” he called to me, but at that point, the door was already closed, and I wasn't going to open it.
I needed time away from him, time to think. But I also knew I couldn't take too long. At this rate, we were definitely going to be late.
Dammit, Chey, you handled that horribly.
I let the water run over me, though I honestly didn't do much bathing. My mind was running ninety to nothing, trying to figure out how I was going to face him again. If I could have crawled out of the bathroom window and run away, I probably would have. But it was too high up, and too small.