by Naomi West
“So, what do you need, Alessia?” his voice softens as it touches my lips. It travels through me and something deep inside me tightens.
“I need you to touch me,” I say and I don't recognize the sexy, husky voice as my own. I can't believe the words are coming out of my mouth. “I need to come.”
Suddenly I’m lifted into the air. My legs circle his waist as his hands grip my ass. I can't help but press my aching core against his stomach. I look down and see that my tight dress has ridden most of the way up my thighs but I barely have time to notice anything else before he’s set me down on the couch.
I lean against the back cushion as he takes the back of my knees and yanks me forward. My ass is at the edge of the couch as he kneels before me and shoulders my legs apart. He leans back on his heels and rakes his eyes over me. His gaze darkens with heat and desire. I may be inexperienced, but no one could mistake the look etched into his face. He’s on the edge.
Suddenly he grabs my ankles and drags his hands up the outside of my legs. He doesn't even hesitate when he gets to the bottom of my dress. His hands slide under my dress and press into my hips. He hooks his fingers around the top of my panties. Slowly, achingly, he drags them down my legs, over my knees, and off of my feet, careful to keep my heels on.
He holds my underwear in one hand, staring down at the black silk. He looks back up at me.
“You wore these for him.” I say nothing as he tosses them away. “You'll never wear them again.”
His words make me press my thighs together against the desire that's growing in me. I realize I'm so wet that I can feel it inching down my thighs and I can barely stand it.
He leans forward and grips me by the hips.
“He doesn't exist,” He continues. One hand slides up my thigh and I feel his thumb swipe through the wetness he finds on the inside of my leg. “Nothing exists except for this.”
He leans forward and I feel shell-shocked, displaced from reality. I’ve never even had someone’s tongue in my mouth and now I’m about to have Dare’s tongue in my pussy. For a second, I'm overwhelmed.
He must feel me tense because he freezes and looks up at me. Gently, he takes his hands out from under my dress. He runs them up over the curve of my hips over the hourglass of my hips and they come to rest under my breasts. He leans all the way forward and aligns our bodies.
My naked pussy presses into his pants and I gasp at the enormous hardness I feel there. It’s like he he’s storing a flashlight behind his zipper. It both excites and terrifies me. I’ve never even had a finger inside of me. How could I possibly fit all of him?
But my worries are quieted when he leans the rest of the way into me. His hands come around my back and he crushes my breasts into his chest. The breath catches in my lungs as he leans forward and gently sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. He groans, almost as if he’s in pain.
“This lip,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I wake up in the night thinking about this fucking lip.”
His tongue swipes across my lip once, twice, and on the third time, I meet his tongue with mine. I feel his hands become fists on my back and he thrusts his hips forward. My pussy is doing something I’ve never felt before. It’s clenching, as if it needs something to grip. Something to fill it.
I tighten my legs around him and meet his tongue again. This time I clasp his hair in one hand, needing something, anything to hold onto, otherwise this feeling might sweep me away.
He deepens his kiss and sucks my tongue into his mouth. His lips are a hot slash against mine and I find myself moaning into his mouth, a childish plea begging to be sated. One of his hands slides up and down my side, as if he’s trying to feel all of me at once. His other hand tangles into my hair again and he pulls my head to the slide, slants his mouth across mine, and forces my lips even wider.
“I can feel you through my pants,” he says and breaks the kiss to drop his head to my shoulder and push his hips up into me. “Fuck, you’re so wet I can feel it through my goddamn clothes.”
He rolls back, pulling me down from the couch so I straddle him on the floor. I sit on his waist, a little nonplussed. I have no idea what to do with a man, and at the same time, this is something I’ve fantasized about so many times already.
I lean down and unbutton the top few buttons of his dress shirt. I’m thrilled when my exploration reveals a smattering of dark chest hair. I kiss the soft triangle where his neck meets his chest and I feel his voice growling under my lips.
His fingers tangle in my hair again and he drags my mouth back to his. He may be on the bottom, but he completely controls this kiss. My hair falls forward and curtains us off from the world. One of his hands travels down to my ass and grabs a handful. He grinds my hips against him and a dart of pleasure sends a shockwave through me. I break off the kiss and give a gasp of surprise. I could actually come like this, dry humping him on the living room floor.
Suddenly he pushes me back so I’m sitting straight up. He drags his hands up my sides. They don’t pause beneath my breasts this time. His hands, hot and hard, come over my chest. His thumbs drag over my nipples and my thighs tense, bringing me up and off of him for a second. It’s like there’s an electric charge that connects my clit to my nipples. He touches me there and I feel it between my thighs.
“Oh God,” I moan and push my hips into him.
Suddenly he stills beneath me. “You got a bra to match those panties that you wore for him?”
I nod and he instantly grips the neckline of my dress in two fists like he’s about to rip it off of me. My hands fly up to stop him. “The dress was for you.”
“What?” he asks gruffly, passion cloudy in his eyes.
“I wanted you to see me in this dress. I wore it for you,” I pant and push my hips against him again and he pushes his hips up at the same time. My mouth opens in an ‘O’ at the sheer pleasure of it.
The hands on my neckline flatten out and reach to the back of dress, dragging the zipper down little by little. He bats the thin straps of the dress down my arms and pulls the dress down to reveal the simple silk bra I have on underneath.
“It’s a shame you can never wear this bra again,” he says and effortlessly unclasps it, tossing it across the room with my panties. I fight the urge to cover my breasts from his ravenous vacuum of a stare. He props himself on one elbow and drags his hand over his face. “Jesus Christ, Alessia.”
“What?” I ask, almost giving in to insecurity.
“You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” His eyes shoot up to mine and I feel myself falling into them.
He plants his hands on my lower back and gently pulls me forward. One of my nipples gets sucked into his mouth in the process. I cry out. The ecstasy I felt at the mercy of his thumbs through my clothes is nothing compared to the rake of his teeth across my bare skin. His hands knead and stimulate the tenderness of my skin while his mouth relentlessly licks and sucks at me.
I grind my hips against him again and, looking down, I realize that my dress is still bunched around my waist. Suddenly I want it off. I want to be naked with him. My heart races as I sit up and tug at it, trying to get it the hell off of me.
“Careful with my dress,” he says and gently tugs it over my head. He reaches over and lays it out on the coffee table like it’s a sacred object. “You wore that for me.”
I smile at him and surprisingly it wipes the smile off his face completely. It’s like I’ve punched him in the gut.
“Stand up,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“What?”
“I said, stand up, Alessia. I never thought I’d get to see you naked and I want to look my fill.”
He grips me by the hips and has me standing up. I quickly take a few steps back from him as he pulls himself to the couch and spreads his arms out across the back of it. The evening light has dimmed and we haven’t turned on any lights, but I know he can see me as clearly as I can see him.
He pants as his e
yes slide over me, up and down. They linger on my breasts and bottom out when they finally arrive at my pussy.
Dare runs one hand over his hair as he looks at me thoughtfully, seeming to come to a decision, and he puts his hand in the air and makes a circle. Like he's telling me to twirl around.
I slowly turn. When I’m turned completely away from him I hear a low, strangled growl. When I’m facing him fully again I’m struck with what's actually happening. Dare is sitting leisurely on the couch, fully dressed in his usual button up and slacks and I’m completely naked for him and I feel somehow complicit in this.
I feel a wave of even more wetness between my legs and I press my thighs against it.
His eyes follow the motion and a feral grin whips across his face.
“Don't worry, gorgeous. I haven't forgotten about your needs. But I had to be selfish and look at you for a minute.”
He motions with his hand and I close the distance between us like he's pulled me toward him on a string. As soon as I’m within arm’s reach he swipes his arms out and pulls me onto his lap, settling me on his crotch so I’m straddling him.
His hands, pressed to my knees, trail up my thighs and to my ass. He grabs two handfuls and experimentally jiggles them a little bit. His eyes dilate as he watches the effect that has on my hips and breasts. His head falls back on a groan.
“I was wrong. You were made for more than just attention.”
One hand trails up my side and teases my nipple into hard, straining attention. The pleasure is too much and my head falls back as my hips work against the air. He braces his forearm against my lower back and suddenly he flips us again so that I’m spread out on the couch underneath him like a buffet. My hands fall on either side of my face, palms up. I’m panting and on fire. Something inside me is tightening and racing and he hasn't even touched me yet.
“Alessia,” he says, his voice so low I almost miss it. “You were born for worship.”
His eyes are on mine and I'm completely under the spell of his stare as he slowly leans forward. My knees fall open of their own accord.
The evening light has become a deep, royal blue and his face is shadowed and hungry. He slides his hands under my ass and tilts me up toward him.
“So that’s what I’m going to do, gorgeous.” His eyes are boring into me and I can’t breathe or move, all I can do is wait in desperate, needy anticipation. “I’m going to worship you. And you’re going to take it.”
He lowers his mouth to my pussy and in that moment, I see into another dimension. My eyes are open, but unseeing, as my world both goes black and explodes into color. The pleasure is so acute, so intense that my back arches off the couch. My hands reach out for something to grab and end up fisting in my own hair. He swipes at me with his tongue. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good or this intimate.
I’m extremely aware of Dare’s tongue circling my clit, pressing inside of me. This is Dare’s mouth suckling me. This is Dare’s deep groan I can feel vibrating into my pussy. His mouth is hot and patient. I can’t help but push my hips toward him, into him. He growls and grips my ass even harder, but he won’t be rushed. He works his tongue into me and up over my clit again. Suddenly, I feel his hand at my entrance.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and suckles insistently at the tight bud. At the same second I feel him press a finger into my channel. I’ve never felt anything like it before. His thick digit is pressing me open, creating a deep, insistent pressure inside of me. I struggle and bite my tongue to keep from coming.
“Oh, fuck,” he says and presses his face into my thigh. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
He strokes me from the inside, his finger curling up and twisting and triggering something inside me I’ve never even imagined I could feel. I feel his mouth on my thigh. He sucks my skin into his mouth and bites down. The pain is sharp and shoots straight to my clit. There’s no stopping it now.
“Dare!” I scream as my entire body tenses and arches up.
As soon as I start to come, he clamps his mouth back over my clit and suckles me again. I can feel the heat of his mouth and the heat of my pussy mixing and colliding. My wetness slides down my thighs and his hand, as my pussy tightens and tightens around it. I can feel every molecule of my being. I’m dissolving into thin air as my orgasm spirals, corkscrewing into infinity. There is no limit to me or my pleasure. I’m no longer just a human. I’m pleasure itself as he curls his fingers inside me, strokes a certain spot deep inside, and my orgasm strengthens. I hear my voice give out as my thighs clamp down on him. My hips thrust like a madwoman even as every other muscle in my body tightens and freezes in complete and utter ecstasy.
He strokes me completely through my orgasm and beyond. He gentles his tongue and his fingers inside of me, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to lap at me, eliciting little electric aftershocks that have me gasping. I’m a blissful puddle underneath him.
He kisses and nips at the inside of my thigh again and starts to nibble up my body. His mouth leaves a trail of fire over my hipbones, across my belly, up the staircase of my ribcage. He nips and licks his way up my body to my neck where again, he uses suction to have me arching off the couch. I feel him grip me with his teeth right in the curve of my neck and I gasp and push my hips into him again, amazed that I have the energy for anything after the orgasm I just had.
His hips are lined up with mine and he pushes them into me. My pussy presses against the front of his pants. I can feel the steel of his shaft behind his clothes and my legs circle his waist, pulling him even more firmly against me.
I work my hips into him as he rears up over me. I’m gasping and reaching for him, trying to bring his mouth down to mine but instead he grabs my hands in his, plants them on either side of my head, and holds me in place as he thrusts his hips forward. Another orgasm is building inside me and I can’t control it. I’m already so close again.
“Another,” he murmurs, his mouth a breath away from mine. “Give me what’s mine. That orgasm belongs to me.”
He clamps his mouth on mine and I can taste myself on his tongue. His words and the flavor and the movement, all of it combined sends me rocketing into another orgasm. I think I scream his name as I tense and arch against him.
My toes flex into a perfect point and my breasts are crushed against his chest. Our hands are a clench of tangled fists and he pants into my neck, resting against me when I finally fall limp.
“Oh, God,” I murmur, my head twisting to the side to gasp for air. “Oh, God. I-”
But he cuts off my protests as he sits up and drags me onto his lap. “Another,” he growls and I can barely believe his words.
He faces me away from him and puts his legs between mine. He spreads me completely open and leans me so my back is against his chest. I can feel his erection, huge and heavy, pressing into my ass. The chest hair poking out of the collar of his shirt scrapes at my neck and makes me gasp.
He anchors one arm across my breasts, crushing them with his impossible grip. The other hand he brings down to my pussy, parting me and pressing inside.
“This little pussy is so sweet and so tight,” his whispers into my ear. His thumb strokes across my clit and I push my hips toward it. “That’s it, gorgeous. Fuck my hand. Fuck it like it’s my cock.”
I have no idea how to respond, but my body reacts on its own. Instincts kick in and I raise myself up and lower down on him. I swivel my hips a little bit and the finger he has inside of me strokes against something sensitive. Both of us groan at the feeling. I feel a pressure as he slips another finger into me.
“God, you’re so tight,” he says into my ear again. “How long has it been for you?”
“What?” I can’t think past the racing, rising, tightening of the looming orgasm. I push down on his hand and I’m so close. He strokes across my clit and my legs tremble.
“How long has it been since you last had sex?” he asks and his words travel to me through a long, windy tunnel. I can barely put them in
order, but somehow, I do.
I swivel my hips again and he insistently slides across my clit and as I break into a thousand pieces yet again, I can’t help but tell the truth. “Never.”
Chapter Eleven
Dare
My mind completely shorts out at her words. Never? She’s never had sex? Who the fuck are these royal idiots she’s been going to school with? How is it possible that someone as sexy as she is hasn’t been wined and dined and fucked to within an inch of her life. Are they blind or just raging morons?
Her body melts back into mine as she finally comes down from her orgasm and I lay her on her back on the couch. Rolling onto my side next to her, I brush the hair back from her face. I take one moment of self-satisfaction at the lazy, blissed out expression on her blindingly beautiful face before I get back to the matter at hand.