Pricked

by Liz K. Lorde

He put his hands on my waist then, turning me so that I could lock my gaze with his. Just having him look at me the way that he did, it was enough to ignite a hunger the likes of which I’d never truly known. Made me tight between my legs; made me aware of every sensation of warmth surging up and against my breasts.

  He made me feel like a woman. Like a person that could, and was meant to be loved or adored or cherished.

  “Don’t run,” he whispered soft as an angel’s breath, “don’t you ever run from me. If you need me to stop,” he promised, “then I’ll stop.” I think that I nodded my head in acknowledgement, but in that beautiful moment I was barely aware of myself. His fingers went up the hem of my shirt, brushing sensually against my skin as he gently lifted it skywards and above my head. Michael tossed the shirt to the ground, revealing my black bra and bare skin. He pulled me in closer against him, melding our warmth. I wrapped my arms around his waist and let his hands go down to my ass, squeezing me down there before bringing me into a passionate kiss; our lips coming together in a tender, raw clinch. I kissed him freely, wildly, and with everything that I had. Tried to make up for all the time that I lost with all the people that I never knew; the softness of his lips, the flicker of his tongue against mine – the pure taste of him. It was all sinfully intoxicating, and I couldn’t see myself ever getting enough.

  With his hands squeezing my butt hard, I had to fight the urge to jump up and straddle him. I let my hands move further down his toned back, wanting to rip off the gray shirt that he was still wearing. He moved from my lips and down past my chin, trailing kisses down my wanting neck, licking up to the lobe of my ear and pulling on it with his teeth.

  Shivers of pleasure and pain and hopeless seduction rolled through me; I let out a soft moan before going to his neckline and exploring the delights of his skin. Sucking, tasting, nibbling curiously, pushing all the bullshit and bad thoughts from my head.

  He was helping to purge the darkness inside of me. And I didn’t want to lose that.

  Not now. Not ever.

  “Jane...” he breathed, undoing my Capris and helping me shimmy out of them. “You’re so beautiful it hurts,” he revealed, drinking in the image of my body. The way he looked at it filled me with a simple ecstasy. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. That--” he paused, subtly biting on his lip. “It scares me. Frightens the hell out of me how badly I need you.”

  “Don’t be scared,” I assured, feeling licks of fire against my sex. “You’re everywhere in my head. Every nook, every cranny, every dark little corner… you’re there,” I confessed, carefully stripping off my black panties and letting him be the first man that I’d ever willingly do that for. When I stepped out of them, he sucked in a tight breath and loosed a throaty growl.

  I pressed myself up against him, wanting his hand between my legs. Needing to feel that crushing intimacy that I never knew I could have. He needed to feel how wet I was getting for him.

  Just for him.

  Damn, was every guy supposed to be so obviously big down there? I could feel his manhood poking through his drawstring pants. I sent a hand down to rub up against it curiously; his one hand still on my ass while another worked on the snaps of my bra. When it slid off of my body, Michael snatched my hand and moved it away from his bulge, putting both of my hands behind my back and kissing hungrily from my neck down to my breasts. He moved his mouth artfully around the both of them, licking across them, suckling on them, making me anticipate the feeling of his mouth or tongue against my nipples.

  I could feel my heart thumping in my chest when he finally placed his mouth over my right nipple, taking it gently into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it in a teasing manner. His green eyes looked up to me, the soft blue light of the room cascading against his magnificent face. When he started to pull back on my nipple with his teeth, I winced and placed a hand on the crown of his head; I let my fingers trail through his gorgeous hair, urging him to move down between my legs.

  But he did not abide.

  He pulled harder still on my nipple, putting me right on the edge of feeling too much. Stoking the lust between my legs and getting me soaked.

  Finally, he released. “I could taste you all night,” he purred, giving my nipple a nurturing lick before trailing his way down between my legs. “Sit,” he commanded, laying on his back and grabbing my legs to force me into position. I straddled his face, spreading myself, opening myself in such a revealing way to a man; I could hardly contain the frenzy of emotions stewing inside of me. What if he didn’t like the way that I looked? Or the way that I tasted or smelled?

  I had to try and focus on the beating of my heart. On the determined look in Michael’s eyes.

  That first lick. Oh, God.

  The first press of his tongue up against me shot through me like an archer nailing it’s mark. His tongue made a long, tasting lick from my opening up to my clit; within a heartbeat he was eating me out like he hadn’t tasted something so divine before. He kept eye contact with me, and I knew that he could see my cheeks blushing. Knew what he was trying to tell me with just one look: I love you. I love you and I am never going to stop. Between my moans and writhing, at some point in my ecstasy, I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of his mouth and his tongue slurping against my wet pussy.

  The heavy and dark mists in my head and heart lifted, and all my jumbled thoughts were cut away.

  It was impossible for me to focus on anything besides the raw connection. Besides the filthy, erotic way that Michael was taking my body.

  I needed to taste him too. Needed to suck him off and feel him in my mouth.

  My eyes opened when I felt Michael lift me, his mouth covered in my tantalizing juices. “You taste fucking amazing,” he praised, “you warn me when you’re going to come. Understood?”

  “Yes,” I mewled, “please. Just don’t stop.” He brought me down again, and I pushed him harder by his head against my sex. This time he was giving it everything that he had; pulling on my clit, slipping his middle finger deep inside of me, having my tight walls greedily cling to that finger. I was aching for him now. Aching to feel his cock inside of me.

  Burning to feel him plunging in and out of me while I came around that glorious thing that was mine. Every now and again I would look over to it, watching it stand erect for me against those pants; picturing how I wanted to bob up and down on it while he ate away at me.

  Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get off again with just my fingers. He was corrupting me in a very permanent way right now. If him attacking me with his mouth was this good…

  “Oh. Fuck,” I resounded, “Michael. M-Michael please. I c-can’t hold it any longer.”

  Michael pulled his mouth from me then, strings of white and clear juices bridging the gap between him and my pussy. “Not yet,” he instructed, “you don’t get to come until I’m inside of you.” He set me down on the floor like I was but a plaything in his strong hands, leaving me spread eagle and eagerly awaiting his next move.

  When I went to send my fingers down to my clit as he was getting up, he shot me a look of dangerous warning. “No,” he commanded, quickly taking off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing his chiseled body beneath that shone with the ethereal blue lights. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself. Not yet,” he said, peeling off his black pants and subsequently stripping off his gray boxers.

  While he retrieved a condom and rolled it over his erection, it seemed like taking my eyes off of his gorgeous and thick cock was an impossible task. I bit down on my lip and kept my hand steady at my bellybutton, trying hard as hell to keep myself controlled for him. I didn’t understand why, but I liked the way that he was speaking to me. Telling me what to do and how to do it.

  Within the span of a couple of breaths, Michael stepped forward, giving me all the earthly delights of seeing his body work. If he threatened to taste me all night, I was damn near ready to taste him into next week. He lifted me up underneath my arms, picking
me up to my feet, then moved his hands to my hourglass waist and lifted me into the air, pulling me against his body.

  Feeling his hard cock twitching beneath me, begging for entrance into my slick-with-need pussy, I wrapped my legs instinctively around him. Michael moved his hands down to my ass and supported me while I reached a hand down for his cock and guided it as best I could to the entrance of my sex. When I felt the head of him pressing up against me, he eased the first couple of inches into me, spreading me open and having us both gasp from the pleasure.

  “God damn you’re tight,” he declared, thrusting in half of his shaft and making me groan from the pleasure and the pain.

  “More,” I whimpered, forgetting to add a please.

  “You’ll take it all, baby,” he said sotto, as I wriggled my hips yearning to feel the rest of him inside of me.

  “Please,” I begged, “you’re so hard for me,” I breathed, wishing I knew what to say. Hoping that he wouldn’t realize this was my first real time having someone inside of me.

  Someone that loved me.

  “Hard for your beautiful pussy,” he encouraged, filling me up to the base of his cock. God it was good. I could feel my core tightening up and wanting to release, my whole body tingling with pinpricks of bliss. “Bite into my neck,” he ordered, pulling himself out of me, the sound of his cock slipping out of my pussy was just about all I could focus on.

  “God. I need to feel you move,” I purred, moving my mouth to his neck and sinking my teeth into his flesh, sucking and tasting and pressing down hard while he stirred me up. His cock glided in and out of me at a steady pace, my petite lips clinging to the length of his soaked shaft, not ever wanting to let it go. For each time that he thrust into me, I let out a muffled whimper, sucking and clamping down harder against his neckline.

  “Harder, Jane,” he growled, pumping himself in and out of me with a reckless abandon now, his balls clapping against me and urging me to try and grind my hips to his movements. “That’s it,” he praised. “Yes, just like that. Fuck this cock like you mean it. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I continued to grind against him, digging my nails into his backside; unsure if I was being too primal or not.

  The walls of my pussy tightened around him as he used me for all I was worth, and I found myself lost to the coming tides. There was no way I could hold back any longer. “Jesus, I can’t take it anymore!” Every part of me was ready to explode around him now.

  There wasn’t another soul in the world that I wanted to give myself to. “You going to come for me?” He asked in that coarse voice, squeezing my ass hard, bucking into me with every ounce of his energy. “Come for me,” he demanded. “Come around this fucking cock,” every dirty word that he rasped in my ear was like a spell; enchanting me, urging me onwards to pleasures I’d never known.

  “Oh fuck.” The release consumed me whole. Swallowed my mind into a state of perfect nothingness. I felt my toes curl up first, the lightning in my feet shooting up my whole body – right along my spine and straight to the back of my head. We came together in the chorus of our own moans, my body trembling against his – the linings of my pussy contracting hard as I felt the cum seeping out of me and rolling down his covered cock.

  I sank against his body while he groaned, letting him hold my dead weight while I felt his softening, spent cock inside of me. Part of me wanted to cry against his shoulder; my naughtier half wanting to try and push him down and ride him. “You’re still hard,” I murmured, laughing softly into his skin and inhaling his spellbinding scent. I said it again, and he just rumbled happily, not unsheathing himself from my soaked tightness.

  “Not done yet,” he teased through a ragged breath, lifting me off of his cock. It was difficult to resist a whimper at that. “Gotta get you clean,” he smiled at me, pressing a phantom finger of heat against my heart.

  He carried me in his arms and sat me down on the edge of the bath, letting me dip my feet into the pleasantly warm water. Not a second later and he unrolled his condom, dropping it to the floor and sharing a look with me, suggesting that he’d get it later.

  Michael stepped into the pool first, grabbing my hand and pulling me in, causing me to hoot in excitement when I became submerged. He pulled me along through the waters, the both of us still full of the afterglow. When we got to the lion head fountains, he propped me up on it’s surface just beside one of the flowing spickets, letting me cuddle up against him. “Thank you,” he whispered in my ear, the ravenous hunger from before still evident in his tone. “For giving yourself to me like that.”

  “I don’t do that for just anyone.”

  “I can tell,” he reached over for one of the bars of lime scented soap, rubbing it over my legs. “You’re a stunning woman, Jane.” I could feel his cock still twitching for more beneath me, though it was only at half mast now. “You should never deprive yourself of those pleasures.”

  “I never wanted to know them,” I confessed, taking his face in my hand and placing a long kiss on his lips. He returned it in kind, still giving to me that insatiable passion for more; Michael sent his free hand over to my sex and cupped me like he owned me.

  I didn’t have the heart to tell him how much I liked that; perhaps it scared me to think of a man ‘owning’ me, but if there was ever a person… it felt like he was the one.

  The one. Such a foreign concept, but so delightfully enriching.

  Michael sucked on my tongue before pulling away and searching my eyes. “I want to know you like that. More than anyone else in your life.”

  My heart felt heavy with a sweet sadness. If only he knew how truly broken I felt on the inside; I could sense the pain inside of him, and I was certain that he could sense it in me as well. Even if I was able to do it tonight, could I truly continue? Romance. Lust.

  Love and a happily ever after? They just felt like concepts for other people to me most of the time.

  But I wanted to try with him. If it was a real as it seemed, if we were connected as much as it felt… I have to try. The sound of water crashing against the pool was all that filled my ears while his soapy hand worked up my belly and over my breasts; my nipple was still angry with him from before. Still, it was a good kind of hurt. He stroked my breasts lovingly, washing all along my chest and belly, my sides and part of my back. When I didn’t have the courage to respond to what he said, I instead let my sexual instincts take over, and I moved off of him. I sunk down into the warm waters, letting the suds disperse.

  Michael shot me a curious look, his brows lifting, and a smirk forming in sinful understanding when I moved my head towards his crotch. “You haven’t done this before,” he surmised, and I shook my head lightly in reply, never taking my eyes from his while I ran my tongue along the head of his cock.

  He tasted of salt and musk, but the flavor of him was oddly exhilarating. I licked down his shaft, watching him get hard from just lightly tormenting him with the thought of my mouth plunging down to his root. His hand raked through my hair sweetly when I moved up and made a tight ‘O’ around the head of his cock, wagging my tongue back and forth over it excitedly. I had to stifle the need to giggle in that time.

  Bringing myself down deeper on his manhood, I plunged myself about halfway down his nearly-full erection. There was some basic joy in feeling him grow hard in my mouth, and I was able to feel the tension in my pussy growing with every second that I claimed his dick.

  Michael let out a soft, masculine moan and balled up my hair tightly in his fist. “Fuck,” he murmured, “fuck that feels good Janey.” Sayla intruded the space of my head in that second, and I started bobbing up and down on Michael’s cock. “Careful with your teeth,” he instructed, and I consciously made an effort to be more aware of how I moved against him.

  I moaned softly as I moved up and down against him, coating him with saliva and aching to feel his touch against my thirsty pussy. After a couple of intimate seconds, listening and feeling to the ways in which he moved against my mouth, Michael pulled
me from his crotch and patted the spot beside where he was sitting. I picked myself up, the water shifting and dripping from me as I crawled into position, plunging myself back down submissively on him.

  He quickly rewarded my actions by moving his hand over to my ass; rubbing, squeezing, just appreciating my body for all that I was worth. It encouraged me to move faster against his engorged dick, sucking and twirling along it. When his hand dipped down to my damp sex, he stuck a long finger inside of me, pressing it down against my slick wall and making a come hither motion.

  “You’re going to make me come,” he growled, fucking my pussy with his finger and making me wish that it was his cock filling me. “I’m going to have that tight pussy again tonight.”

  I pressed his manhood along my cheek and made a popping noise when I pulled off of him. “It needs you again,” I said in a low cry, wiggling my ass appreciatively. “Needs you deep inside of it.”

  “Back on the cock,” he commanded, forcing my head down on it once more with a renewed vigor. “Suck me off good and I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t want to get up in the morning.”

  Letting the bliss roll through me, I became agonizingly aware of how much I wanted his mouth back on my nipples. How desperately I wanted him to explore every inch of my body, of my mind.

  Was I going crazy?

  Before I knew it, lightning shot through my every muscle in a quick burst, the soft linings of my pussy contracted around his finger; I pushed myself through the orgasm, and when he warned me that he was about to come, I increased my pace. His cock twitched in my mouth, spilling his warm seed into me while his whole body jerked back, tight, powerful moans escaping his throat.

  Different than I thought it would ever taste.

  When I released myself from Michael, thick beads of white trickled from my lips and I wiped them off with the back of my hand.

  He hoisted me up after a quick breather, letting me sink into his lap while his erection slowly faded beneath me.

  Worn out and spent, we cuddled and cleaned each other, the candle lights flicking and the fountain’s water pouring steady into the pool.