Se7en

by Sky Corgan

  He kisses me a few times, and I’m pleasantly surprised that I don’t taste my ass on him. Then he pulls the crotch of my panties to the side. The second his tongue licks me from asshole to clit, I lose myself completely. The white walls around us seem blinding as I’m cast off to heaven, my pussy clenching from contractions.

  “Fuck,” he curses, staring at my O-face over my mound. “If you look like that when you come, I might never allow you to stop.”

  He makes good on his words, his lips wrapping around my bud to suck and draw out my climax. It feels so fucking good that I can’t breathe. Tears fill my eyes, threatening to mess up my makeup as they spill over the edge.

  “Yeah, baby. Just like that.” I give him praise, not wanting him to stop. Never wanting him to stop.

  If eating pussy was an Olympic sport, he’d win the gold medal. His tongue deftly laps at my clit before dipping into my channel. It’s a soothing wetness to my heated parts. Just when I think my body is about to settle, that the contractions are finally going to stop, he wraps his lips around me again, sucking and vibrating his tongue across my clit until my body erupts from pleasure.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he moans into me before gently clipping my clit between his teeth and making me squeal and claw at the sheets.

  “And you’re so fucking good at this.” I bite my bottom lip from the foul language leaving my mouth. If Chandler is offended by it, it doesn’t show. He chuckles in amusement, kissing my inner thighs.

  I slip my fingers into his hair, directing him back down. Just in case this is a one-time thing, I want as much of his pussy-eating as I can get in one night. He goes back to work, his hand reaching up to grope my breast, his fingers twisting and tweaking my nipple to add an extra bit of pleasure. I hump his face, using him, trying to milk out one last orgasm because I know we’re about to move on to other things.

  He rolls me over onto my side and slaps my ass before grabbing the waistband of my underwear and finally pulling them down and off. I don’t get that last orgasm that I was seeking, but I don’t mind so much because he was between my legs for a long time. He’s already given me far more than I could possibly ask for. I shouldn’t be so greedy.

  Chandler places a fingertip beneath my chin, drawing me to him for a kiss. I’m all smiles as I think about how perfect he is—that this is perfect. He stands, urging me to sit up. All the while, he keeps my face in his hands, kissing me.

  Something brushes my chest, and when I finally glance down, I notice a giant veiny cock standing straight at attention just waiting to be sucked. His giant veiny cock. When did he take his pants down? And my God, that thing is huge. Is it even going to fit? My stomach tightens from the thought of having it inside of me. I know a lot of girls who are size queens, but I’ve never wanted to be with a big guy my first time. I always thought that working your way up was smarter, not that there’s ever really much of a choice in the matter. But this is like going straight for the big leagues.

  “Wow.” I can’t seem to take my eyes away. I know what he wants me to do, but I’m too busy being in awe.

  “Wow?”

  “That’s big.” I look up at him finally.

  “And that’s a bad thing?” He quirks an eyebrow in amusement.

  “No. It’s just… bigger than I thought it would be.” I gesture awkwardly. “Not that I thought you would be small. I mean…” Oh, God, digging your own grave, Emma. “I’ll just shut up now.” I nod to myself, deciding that’s the best course of action to take. My mouth is better used for other things besides talking.

  I take his shaft in both hands, marveling at the fact that there’s still room to spare. My fingers don’t touch. His skin is smooth beneath my palms, his pink helmet peeking up above my thumb and forefinger.

  “Wow,” I say again, more to myself than to him. “It’s amazing.”

  Chandler tips my face up to kiss me while I begin stroking. I’m admittedly clumsy, having not had a lot of experience with jacking guys off. My hands move lazily over him, and when I realize that I’m uncoordinated using both hands at the same time, I switch to just one.

  Chandler grips at the bottom hem of his shirt, and he finally pulls it over his head, exposing his gorgeous torso to me. I can’t resist putting my lips on his chiseled abs. He’s not completely hairless, but he definitely manscapes, which I appreciate.

  I moan lustily as I kiss from his navel down to the base of his cock. This is heaven. Pure heaven being with him like this.

  Down below, he smells less like his cologne and more like soap and sex. I stick my tongue out, dragging it all the way down his length. When I get to the tip, he groans, giving me the first sign of his enjoyment. It only makes me want to do better, to blow his mind and his cock. I’m sure I won’t be the best he’s ever had, but I’ll damn sure try because I want this to be memorable for him, too. I don’t want to just be filed away with all the other women he’s been with when this is all over.

  I nibble down his length, dragging my tongue up and down it and giving a few intermittent strokes between. Chandler pulls my hair over my shoulder so that he can see my face better, and I eyefuck the living hell out of him, trying to show him that I definitely want this—that I want everything we’re going to do in this room tonight.

  I take to all fours, arching my back slightly and darting my tongue out to tease and lightly suck his tip. He rubs his palms down the curvature of my back before grabbing the globes of my ass. I use the opportunity to take him all the way to the back of my throat, and he moans loudly, straightening himself and tangling his fingers in my hair again.

  “Oh, fuck.” He tilts his head back.

  I cup his balls, massaging them, and he begins to buck his hips, sliding in and out of my mouth at a steady pace a few times before giving me back control. His girth hurts my jaw, so it’s not long before I have to take a break. I sit on my calves, and Chandler places his hand on my throat, bending to kiss me. His pre-seed is on my lips, and it doesn’t seem to bother him at all to taste it. His grip on my throat tightens, his other hand coming to join the first, cradling and locking my face into place at the same time as he kisses me, his pre-come creating a sticky web between us every time he breaks free from the kiss to catch a short breath.

  He keeps his hand on my throat as he guides me back to his dick. I open for him, sliding it to the back of my throat as if he’s using me as a sheath. The gentle yet demanding way he controls me is a major turn-on. He’s romantic and dominant at the same time, a mix that I’ve never heard of before. Most men are usually either one or the other.

  He pushes balls deep into me, challenging my gag reflex. I’m amazed that I can swallow this much of him. It hurts a little, and I desperately want to cough, but I refuse to give in and look sloppy. Chandler holds me in place, and I do my best to breathe through my nose. Just when my resolve is about to die, he lets me go with a groan.

  I lick the trail of pre-seed clinging to my mouth and wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking him gently. I know that my throat can’t take much more abuse, so I grab my tits, pressing them together and dropping a dollop of spit between them for lubrication. Chandler knows exactly what to do, crawling onto the bed to slide his cock between my breasts. I hold them in place while he thrusts gently, grateful for my D’s. While I don’t have much of an ass, I have tits for days. It’s honestly one of the few things that I think makes men attracted to me despite my overall plainness.

  “Does it feel good?” I ask, a little self-conscious. He’s given me so much pleasure, and I feel like I’m under-delivering on my end.

  He replies by kissing me again, and when we break free from the kiss and I crane my neck to give his cock head equal affection on his upthrust, he responds with an, “Oh, yes.”

  I do the best I can, taking his glans into my mouth as he bucks up between my tits. He holds my hair in a pile on top of my head, keeping it out of the way. When I feel like I’m copping out too much, I take him in both hands again, stroking him whi
le I tease at his tip with my tongue. Then I go for the grand finale, impaling myself on him a final time. My jaw aches as he uses his grip on my hair to buck up into my mouth, my gag reflex just about to surrender.

  When he pulls out this time, I gaze up at him longingly, hoping he’ll see it as a sign that I’m ready for more intimate things. He cups my chin between his thumb and forefinger, bending to kiss me again. I take his face in my hands, feeling the light layer of stubble on his cheeks that’s barely visible to the naked eye. Every time our eyes meet, it’s magic. I can’t believe we’re connecting so well—so in sync.

  “Are you ready for me to be inside of you?” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, causing my mouth to reflexively open for him.

  “I’m ready for whatever you want,” I confess, my body more than warmed up for him.

  “Get on all fours,” he tells me, letting me go.

  I crawl on my hands and knees as seductively as possible, arching my back and giving him my best come-hither look over my shoulder. He grabs my thighs and pulls me back to the edge of the bed. The rose petals that stick to my forearms feel cool against my skin. I look down at the white fur and the rose petals scattered about, thinking of how I messed up his perfect circle. I wonder if he’s secretly mad at me for it. I try not to let the thought linger because it will ruin the moment for me. This is no time to worry that things aren’t going exactly as he envisioned them, because right now this is honestly more about me than it is about him.

  My lips tremble as he lines up behind me and lightly spanks my cunt with his cock. Every time his glans hits my clit, a tiny pulse fires off, and I think about how close I am to losing my virginity—that there’s no going back. There’s a flash in my mind that I may not be ready for this, but I brush it away because I know deep down inside that this is what I want. I want Chandler inside of me more than I’ve ever wanted another man. This is a fantasy made flesh, and I plan to enjoy it to the fullest. No more doubts. No more apprehension.

  Moaning, I press my hips back towards him to show him I’m ready, and he lets out a small chuckle. “I don’t know about you.”

  “I know you should fuck me,” I challenge him.

  “I’ll try to be gentle,” he tells me, all amusement fading from his voice.

  The mood shifts, and I appreciate that he seems to care. He’s not one of those guys who’s just going to charge in for his own pleasure.

  Chandler puts a knee on the bed, angling himself between my legs. I hold my breath as I feel his helmet nudge between my folds. He places a hand on the small of my back to steady himself, pushing forward ever so slowly. The stretching feeling is exquisite. It’s as if he’s getting bigger and bigger the further into me he goes.

  “I just have the tip in. Are you ready for the rest?”

  My body shudders at the thought that he’s barely inside of me and it’s already so intense. I mutter my approval, and when he bucks in the rest of the way, I cry out from the sudden burning sensation. It feels like so much. Too much.

  “Oh, God,” I pant, biting my forearm.

  “Shit, you feel incredible,” he breathes, pulling back and then pressing in again with a groan.

  I moan and whimper as he fucks me slowly, closing my eyes and drowning in the mixture of pleasure and pain. It doesn’t take long before the scale begins to tip. My body is squeezing around him, my cunt pulsing from having a cock in it for the first time.

  “I never knew it would feel this good,” I whisper against my arm, consumed by pleasures I’d heard about but never experienced before.

  “It’s one of the best things ever,” he tells me matter-of-factly, picking up the pace. The friction of him pumping in and out of me is enough to send me over the edge. He thrusts into me all the way, cursing as I come all over his dick. “Jesus Christ, you’re going to make me nut.”

  “You’re not wearing a condom,” I remind him.

  “Do you think that would stop me?” He snorts, sounding absolutely wicked.

  “I’d hope it would stop you,” I mutter.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t knock you up.”

  Good to know. Just hope he’s sincere about it, not that I want to focus on it too much in the heat of things.

  He reaches around and gropes one of my breasts, pinching my nipple and drawing one last contraction out of me. Then he slaps my ass, returning his attention to fucking me raw. I moan as I bounce on his dick, feeling his cock stretching my insides with each thrust. There’s no doubt I’ll be sore tomorrow; he’s so much to take in.

  “Come here.” Chandler crawls up onto the bed beside me, pulling me over with him. I reach a hand back, sliding my fingers into his hair and craning my neck to kiss him. “Put your leg up.” He repositions me so that my foot is resting on his knee. Then he slips inside of me again, the wetness of my cunt easing the entry, though it still stings.

  He holds my leg up, bending and twisting around me so that he can take my nipple into his mouth while he fucks me. I tilt my head back and soak in the sensation. It feels like he’s everywhere at once, touching all of my most erogenous zones. The only thing missing is a good clit massage, so I slide my hand between my legs and get to work, quickly driving myself to another orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck, Emma. I want to come inside of you so badly. Fill your little pussy up for the first time.” He looks at me as if asking for permission. He’s not getting it. I’m not on birth control right now. Hell, I hadn’t even anticipated that sex was going to happen on this little excursion.

  “That feels really good.” I ignore him in lieu of focusing on my own pleasure, milking the last few contractions out with my fingers while he continues to pump into me at a fast pace as if he’s trying to make my inner muscles atrophy.

  As soon as my climax settles, Chandler stops thrusting. He reaches around to caress my cheek, all passionate kisses and seductive looks. I realize now that I could do this all night with him. I’m sore, but I can’t seem to get enough. Maybe because it feels so good. Maybe because I’m afraid this is the only time we’re going to do this. Whatever the case, I want to spend as much time in this room as I possibly can.

  “Lie down,” I whisper to him, placing a palm on his chest to push him onto his back.

  He gives me a curious smile but complies, resting back while I climb on top of him. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out what I’m trying to do, and he grabs the base of his cock to position himself while I mount him reverse cowgirl style, my thighs already beginning to burn from balancing myself. I lower myself slowly, a bit surprised by how different this position feels. He’s angled so that he presses into my inner walls, pushing at places he couldn’t seem to reach when I was on all fours and on my side. Chandler groans when I take him all in and start rocking slowly, my lack of coordination making me feel a bit self-conscious about my decision to try to ride him. Thankfully, he’s more than willing to take the reins, wrapping his hands around my waist and leveraging his grip on me to start thrusting up. I decide to play the lazy card, leaning back and placing my hands on his chest to allow him to do most of the work. It seems to feel better when he’s in control, probably because he knows what he’s doing and I don’t.

  “My pussy is going to be so sore tomorrow,” I whimper as he presses me down on him, going so deep that it causes a bite of pain.

  “Is it?” he muses.

  “Yeah. From having such a big cock inside of me.” I turn to pout at him over my shoulder.

  “Aw, fuck, I can’t take this anymore,” Chandler says before aggressively tossing me down onto the bed. My body bounces, rose petals briefly fluttering around us as he crawls on top of me and hikes one of my legs up over his shoulder. The few years of gymnastics I took when I was younger must finally be paying off, because he’s putting me in some positions that require quite a bit of flexibility.

  I gasp when he enters me roughly. There’s a darkness to his eyes that wasn’t there before. Carnal desire bubbling up to the surface. He looks almost like
a different person, a whole new kind of sexy.

  I bite the inside of my lip as he pounds into me with far more vigor than before. He slows momentarily to grind his pubic bone against my clit. “You will come for me one last time.”

  I’m not sure if it’s his words that drive me over the edge or the deep clit massage combined with him being inside of me. Whatever the case, he gets what he wants. I gaze up into his eyes and shatter into a million pieces, feeling like I’m stuck in some wonderful dream that I never want to wake from.

  All dreams must end, though. And only seconds after my contractions wreck me, Chandler is pulling out and stroking himself. Streams of hot semen shoot out onto my stomach and tits. There’s a deep sense of satisfaction that I was able to get him off with my body, but also sadness that our little tryst is coming to an end.

  He hovers over me, breathing heavily, holding his cock so tightly that it’s all purple and bulging veins. His chest rises and falls, and he looks up at the ceiling and lets out a deep breath before climbing off of the bed and offering me his t-shirt to clean myself up.

  I watch him pick his boxers up from the floor and pull them on, silently crying out for him to come back to me. I want more of his passionate kisses and affectionate caresses. I don’t want this to be over. Don’t want it to be a one-time thing. I want to spend the entire week in his arms and pretend that he’s mine. But I know that’s not what this is about. What we just did… it was all about the art. Hell, it even felt artistic. Sex on a higher level. Not just sex. I got to be a part of something amazing. How can I possibly ask for more from him? But my greedy heart wants what it wants, and now I’m scared because I’m feeling things that I shouldn’t this soon after meeting someone.

  “Would you like something to help you sleep tonight?” Chandler asks me over his shoulder while he puts his jeans back on.

  “Sure,” I reply, feeling a little awkward as I climb off of the bed to find my clothes.