Fear pulsed through her, then a shock of lust, as he grabbed her arm, stopping her midsentence. His eyes bore into hers, making her feel like wilting away and kissing him all at the same moment. But she saw, in those eyes, how much her words had rang true. He wanted her. And she was going to let him take her. Right then, right there.
“So, you want to call the shots tonight? Well, how do you want it, little girl?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. The question took her off guard; she hadn’t planned anything past her immediate actions. Now, she was faced with the consequences.
“What do you mean?” She tried to cover the uncertainty in her voice. Rush moved closer, so close she could smell him, still sharp and fresh from the cold air outside.
“Do you want it gentle, and slow,” he said, bringing his hands to her shoulders and pushing off the heavy jacket he’d given her, his fingers travelling down her sweater-clad arms, raising static electricity between them. When he got low enough, his fingers curled around the bottom of the sweater.
“Or,” he said, increasing his grip and pulling her close then spinning her into his arms, backwards, so that her back was pressed against his chest. Her heart lurched as heat flushed through her, his hands yanking at the bottom of the sweater until he pulled it over her head, her bare chest and taut stomach tightening under his cold hands.
They landed on her beasts, kneading the flesh hard, cupping the small but pert bubbles from below. One hand moved to her hair, pulling her ponytail, her head snapping on her neck as his lips lowered to her ears. “I could fuck you hard, and fast, make you scream.”
Ricky’s stomach churned as he plunged one hand downward, past the elastic of her leggings to her panties, cupping her sex, his hand warming immediately from the heat it was giving off. His thumb found her clit through the thin fabric and pressed against it, just holding it, applying a pressure that was light and firm and made her want to grind against his hand.
His warm breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine, and when his lips finally landed on the smooth curve of her flesh she whimpered, his tongue licking gently at her skin. His mouth traced her jawline, his thumb never moving yet thrilling her all the same. Releasing her hair, his hand fell once more to her breasts, two fingers coming to tease her nipple between them until she squirmed at the mix of pleasure and pain.
“I’m a virgin,” Ricky said suddenly, surprising even herself. He growled against her skin and she could feel his cock growing hard against her ass.
“You’re kidding me,” he said, yanking harder on her nipple while pressing his thumb tighter against her clit. Her thighs clenched together in desire.
“No,” she panted, “I’m not.”
He pushed her away then, and she cried out gently in shock. Turning to him, she was cold without his touch, and craved his now-warm hands on her once more.
“Is that a problem?” she asked, wondering if she shouldn’t have told him at all. But seeing the animalistic lust in his eyes as he examined her from head to toe, his chest rising and falling sharply, she knew she hadn’t.
“No,” he said, his voice a snarl. “It’s the opposite of a problem.”
She was standing right in front of the leather sofa, and when he lunged forward she instinctively backed up, her knees hitting the edge and forcing her to sit down with a loud thump. He towered over her, but then leaned forward, forcing her to lean back further until she hit the back of the couch. He pinned her in place there, his arms on either side of her, his eyes trapping hers in their crystal green gaze.
“I’m going to break you in,” he said, his words making her heart race. “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll spend the rest of your life as a little slut, just trying to feel that good again.”
She moaned, even though he hadn’t touched her, the dirty words making her slit gush. His hands moved down to the waistband of her leggings and yanked downwards, taking her panties with them, until she could feel the cool leather under her flesh, her pussy exposed to him, already glistening with desire. When he touched her there, she gasped, eyes half-shutting with pleasure.
“Not wet enough,” he growled, and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her forward until her ass hung halfway off the couch.
“What are you…” Ricky started to say as he crouched down before her, but her words caught in her throat as she felt his tongue snaking out, sliding over her hard and swollen clit, making her stomach clench and turn in pleasure. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s right,” Rush growled between her thighs, the breath from his words seeming to caress her swollen lips. “Gonna get you nice and wet before I fuck your brains out.”
Ricky’s hands immediately flew to his hair, fingers entwined in the strands, as he leaned forward again, snaking his tongue around her clit and sucking it gently between his lips. She felt her juices flowing now, dripping from her slit as he licked and sucked her tender nub, his hands moving upwards to clasp and knead one breast.
Fire burned in her cheeks, pussy clenching, hands pushing forward. Her hips bucked upwards, her cunt aching to be filled now that her clit was enjoying each sharp flick and tender roll of his expert tongue, his mouth on her sex warm and needy. He zig-zagged across her clit with his tongue while teasing her nipple between two fingers, then moved his mouth lower, probing her aching slit as far as he could reach before moving upwards again to circle and flick, circle and flick and then gently suck…
“Rush,” she said, her voice breathless and wanton. “Oh, my God, Rush, please, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna….oh, fuck, I’m….”
As he sucked her clit between his lips, pinching her nipple hard, she felt a pressure building inside her like a wave, a throbbing, aching desire overtaking her. Her toes curled. Her hips thrust upward. Her hands pulled his head tighter, grinding against him, the need so great she thought it would break her in two.
When she felt his teeth graze, ever so slightly, against her clit, she jolted bolt upright, spine cracking as the wave broke inside her, a flood of electric light snapping at her nerves, a flood of juices spilling from her cunt and into his waiting mouth, her thighs clenched around his head like a vice as her muscles snapped and trembled in bliss.
“Fuck!” Ricky screamed, her voice filling the room with her ecstatic release, until she went limp, legs falling to the side, body still buzzing but seemingly spent now, vision returning slowly as her toes uncurled themselves. As Rush raised himself above her once more, wiping her juices from his stubble, she felt that aching need once more, mellower now but still there. Looking forward, she saw his hardness for her, his cock straining to escape his jeans.
“Turn around,” Rush growled, but before Ricky could oblige his hands were at her waist again, flipping her over. She lifted herself onto the couch, holding the back for balance. I never imagined my first time being from behind, she thought lazily, then corrected herself. She’d imagined her first time lots of ways, and all of them with a man like this: big, demanding, and all man.
The sound of his zipper being undone lit a thrill in her tummy, her body waxing back to life as she thought of the words she’d always indulged in, those steamy scenes where the man took his woman ruthlessly, recklessly, taking his pleasure and giving hers. And here she was, living it; the head of his cock pressed against her slit, slippery with her juices. His hands came to her shoulders and he pressed himself inside slightly, making her moan as he began to stretch her.
“This is going to hurt,” he said, simply, a statement rather than a warning. Yanking backwards as he pushed his hips forward, he plunged into her, tearing into her virgin pussy with a searing, ripping pain that made her whole body go rigid. She cried out, feeling herself split in two, the pain worse than she’d imagined, cunt sore and aching already.
But he stayed inside her, his own cock throbbing, and within moments the pain had begun to subside, washed away by the wholly new sensation of being filled with his manhood, her well-lubricated pussy beginning to clench around him. Her pussy
was so tight, he was almost afraid to move inside her, each inch of her hugging his cock. Slowly, he pushed himself deeper inside her, and Ricky’s mouth opened at the surprising pleasure, a silent moan as his hips slid against hers.
He was reaching somewhere deep inside her, someplace she’d barely known existed, where no one had been before. It felt like being shown some glorious new landscape, and she wiggled her hips experimentally against him, feeling him slip further into that sensitive and needy place. As he began to pump in and out of her, Ricky’s breath quickened, growing shallow, her eyes wide open as her body responded to each thrust with its own tingles of pleasure, her hips moving against his, pulling and pushing in tandem. Every inch of him seemed to massage her tender, virgin pussy, her nerves lighting up like fireworks.
Her fingernails dug into the leather back of the sofa, her face falling towards it, the material cool against her fevered cheeks. Slack-jawed and buzzing, she let him fuck her faster and faster, plunging himself deeper inside her with each thrust. She began to cry out each time his cock hit that special place inside her, and wiggling her hips backward yearned to feel him go even deeper. Feeling her need, he lifted her hips slightly, and when he plunged himself into her again she felt her thighs clamping tight, the final empty space in her filled at last.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as he moved his hips in a circle against her ass, keeping himself deep in that one glorious place. One hand slipped around her hips and, finding her clit, gently brushed it. The sensation was almost too much; he pulsed inside her, his fingers brushed her clit, and as her ears rang and back arched she came again, now bucking and spilling herself over his massive cock. The teasing contractions of her cunt were too much for Rush to ignore, and he began to fuck her hard once more, fast and deep, pistoning into her with abandon, no longer trying to be gentle.
“Are you on the pill?” he growled, and in the midst of her ecstasy Ricky could only nod and murmur the affirmative.
“Good,” he said, holding her with both hands once more, keeping her still as he fucked her like a stallion, slamming his hips against her ass, his balls slapping against her thighs. “Because I’m going to fill you so deep with my cum, you’re gonna drip for days.”
“Yes,” Ricky moaned, wanting it, wanting it worse than she could ever have imagined. She thrust herself against him as best she could, wanting to feel his hot load filling her pussy. “Please, Rush, come in me, I want it…”
“Such a good little slut,” he snarled, and with a final thrust and roar he burst inside her, filling her slit with his cum, thick warm spurts of semen pulsing against her still-sensitive pussy walls, making them quake and clench in gratitude. His cock pulsed in her as he released rope after rope of cum into her, more than he could ever remember unloading into a woman, and when he finally pulled out he could see the white creamy liquid beginning to leak from her.
“Holy shit,” Rush groaned, collapsing beside her onto the sofa, where she remained in place, too tired and sore to move. Seeing her predicament, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down so that she was lying on her back, her head in his lap.
“Merry Christmas,” she murmured, eyes closed, body vibrating with bliss. He chuckled, leaning his head back against the couch.
“Merry fuckin’ Christmas,” he agreed.
Before they even knew it, they were asleep.
***
When Ricky woke up, it was just past 3am. Her first feeling was cold. She was still naked, and Rush wasn’t there to warm her with his body heat. Shivering, she righted herself. Then, feeling the sticky substance between her thighs, she smiled. Vaguely, she wondered if anyone had woken yet to see the broken lock, the bare tree, or see that she wasn’t in her room. In a distant room, she heard a toilet flush.
Rush entered scratching his head. Seeing that she was up, he stopped for a long moment, their eyes locked together. When he moved forward again, he dragged the bag of stolen gifts towards the couch and sat down heavily.
“I’m gonna take you home soon,” he said. “But we gotta make a stop first. And you gotta help me with these.”
He pushed a brightly wrapped box into her hand. She looked at the tag; this was one of Trevor’s gifts. Eyeing Rush curiously, she wondered if he was actually going to make her even more complicit in robbing her family’s Christmas.
“Just take the tags off,” he said, and taking a gift from the bag showed her what he meant, ripping off the “To/From” tag.
“What’re you gonna do with all these,” she asked. “Want me to unwrap them too?”
“No,” Rush said, doing the same to another gift. “You’ll see what we’re gonna do with ‘em.”
Shrugging, Ricky got down to work. They didn’t speak, but it wasn’t awkward. It could have been, had either of them really cared what the other thought, but they were a perfect pair in that regard, both having gotten what they wanted from the night and content to leave it at that. With two hands working on the large bag, the job was done in fifteen minutes. The gifts were thrown back in, and Rush rose to his feet.
“Get dressed and meet me at the car,” he said, and Ricky nodded, shivering as the cold air blew in when he opened the front door. Pulling on her panties and leggings, she indulged in a secret smile over the fact that those panties would soon bear evidence of her deflowering. Once she was as dressed as she’d ever be, she slipped out, closing the door with a click behind her.
She saw Rush’s bike parked in the driveway of the shotgun, his car running out front, and trotted towards it, wrapping her hands around herself for warmth.
“All set?” Rush asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before peeling away.
“What are you gonna say if they’re up when I drop you off?” he asked. “You know, I’m dropping you off a block away.”
“Of course,” she said. “And…I don’t know, I’ll say I was sleepwalking. I used to do that as a kid, you know.”
“Convenient,” Rush said, and Ricky laughed. It sure was. They drove past the bar where they’d met; it still had the lights on, bikes out front. Ricky assumed that was where his club was spending their Christmas Eve, going through their haul.
The town rushed past, all silent and sacred in the early dark. A large, well-lit building loomed at the end of the block; Ricky had never noticed it before, but Rush was pulling the car to a stop as they approached it.
“What’s this?” she asked, craning her neck to try and see. The building announced itself readily enough:
Crestwell Home for Children.
“An orphanage?” I said, shocked that such things still existed in the modern age. Looking at Rush, he nodded. He pulled the car to the curb but kept it running.
“Wait here,” he said, and exiting the vehicle he ran around back, opening the trunk. She watched as he brought the huge bag of pilfered gifts through the first set of double doors; the second set must have been locked, because he left the bag there, then pushed his finger repeatedly against some button or bell that she couldn’t see. Faster than her mind could even process it, he was beside her again, peeling away into the night.
“You’re not serious,” she said, dumbfounded. He shot her a sideways glance.
“What?”
“You seriously just gave all that stuff to an orphanage? What is this, a Dicken’s novel?”
“What? Would you prefer it to stay with your brother, or any of the other rich kids who’ll be up to their ears in replacement gifts by tomorrow night?”
She shook her head no, but still couldn’t drag her eyes from Rush’s profile as he drove, or get over the fact that he was some sort of real-life Robin Hood. Laughing, she finally turned away, a warm feeling spreading through her. He shot her a look.
“No,” Ricky said, “I’m not laughing at you. I just…wow, that’s, like, it’s cool.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the slightest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
True to his word, Rush pulled the car in around the block from
Ricky’s house.
“You know,” she said. “Maybe I should pretend like I was up, and saw the robbers, so that, you know, I can lead the cops or whatever on a wild goose chase. You know, say it was three Asian dudes in a Subaru.”
Rush gave her a serious look.
“Don’t joke about that shit now,” he said. “If anyone does question you…”
“I wasn’t joking,” she said, flashing him a look of her own. “I could say it was anyone I wanted – who didn’t fit your profile at all.”
He seemed to consider this.
“It’s not a bad idea,” he said. “But I hate to think of some poor jackasses getting fingered for what we did.”
“But I could just shoot down anyone they brought in for a line-up,” she countered. He looked at her and seemed to appreciate what she was saying.
“Whatever you think is best,” he said finally, and she felt sort of a warm pride to think he actually trusted her.
“You know,” Ricky said again, in the same tone, one hand on the car’s handle. “I’m home from school for almost another month.”
At that, he finally laughed, the first time he had all night.
“God strike me dead, but I fuckin’ hope you call me, you psycho,” he said, shaking his head, a smile on his face. “Just no more playing kidnapped, alright?”
“Not even a little bit of playing?” She asked with a pout, trying to get a rise out of him. From the way his eyes sparked, she saw she did.
“Get the fuck outta here,” he said, and she obeyed, jogging through the brisk night. To her gratitude, there were no police cars at the house, no lights on, no sign of life at all. Letting herself in through the broken door, she took a moment to go into the living room. The tree still looked beautiful; it looked even more beautiful without all the damn presents under it.
She warmed myself up, helping her body regain its core temperature by remembering the way Rush had made her scream and buck in pleasure. And then, with her story straight in her mind and her lungs full of air, she balled her hands into fists and screamed as loud as she could.
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