Raw

by Simone Sowood

  This wasn’t my plan. I didn’t bring her here expecting anything from her. I just want her. The last thing I want is for her to feel pressured.

  The TV remote is on the desk behind me, and I turn and grab it. Turning the TV on, I flip through the channels until I find MTV. Coldplay is playing, which is perfect even if they are old.

  “Do you have any more under that towel?” She asks.

  Am I going to show her the rest under my towel?

  “You’ll find out,” I say, turning to face her. “Now come over here and kiss me.” I stay where I am but hold out my hand, beckoning her.

  Emily flies off the bed and into my arms. Exactly the way I’ve been imagining all these nights alone in my bed.

  Holding her close to me, I inhale her rose scent and let it soothe the frustration of the time we spent apart.

  I kiss her silky hair and down along her cheek. Tilting her head to mine, my mouth connects with her soft lips. Emily gasps and submits to my touch. My tongue probes her mouth, and before long her own tongue is twirling with mine.

  All these nights I’ve been thinking how I can make her first time special for her, and now I finally get to. Shit, I almost forgot to show her something.

  I pull my lips away from hers and say, “Hold on, Goldie, I did something I want to show you.”

  Her brow furrows in puzzlement as I move away from her and to my backpack. I rifle through the papers, my passport and birth certificate until I find the piece of paper I’m looking for and pull it out of the bag. I step back to Emily and place it in her hand.

  “What’s this?” She asks, confused.

  “It’s a test I did to show you I don’t have any STDs or anything.”

  “This is from October.”

  “That’s after the last time I was with anyone. The last time I was with you. Now that I know you, I could never look at another woman.”

  “What happened to the party every night?”

  “The parties were pretty boring without you there,” I say, chuckling.

  Emily flings her arms around me. Speaking into my chest, she says, “Thank you for this.” She hesitates before continuing, “I haven’t been with anybody else, either.”

  I know that already, Goldie. Your pussy is all mine.

  More Than Words Can Say

  (Emily)

  Steel’s clean scent envelops me, and I take a deep breath to savor it. He tucks my hair behind my ear. The warmth from his hand helps to ease the tingling in my tummy. But the heat from his body pushes the tingles straight down between my legs.

  He brushes his finger down my cheek before using it to tilt my chin. His mouth crushes against mine, and all the tingling between my legs flies throughout my whole body.

  Every single night since the carnival, I’ve gone to bed sad that I hadn’t found him, and tonight I won’t be thinking that at all, instead I’ll be elated that he found me.

  Though I didn’t wake up this morning thinking today would be the day I’d be in a motel room with a mostly naked Steel. It’s all so fast, but at the same time, so right.

  In the back of my head, it seems like I should be more nervous, but I’m not. Everything feels exactly as it should. In the months I spent longing for Steel, I sometimes wondered if my memory of that one night was wrong.

  My friends and family told me over and over that I was being silly, and that one night could never mean so much. But after the hours spent with Steel today, I know they were wrong and my memory was right.

  The test he did for me proves it. That was so sweet of him. It makes me crazy happy to know that all these months he’s been thinking of me the same way I’ve been thinking of him.

  And now I’m in Steel’s arms. I never want to leave them.

  I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m a little nervous. I have no idea what to expect, or even what we’re going to do. But at least this time he doesn’t have his jeans to hide behind.

  Already his erection is digging into me. It seems so big. Huge in comparison to Connor’s.

  As his tongue explores deeper into my mouth, his hand slides down the back of my sweater and settles on my jean-clad butt. A moan escapes me as he squeezes it.

  Following his lead, I run my hands over his naked chest. No matter where I touch, his muscles under my hands are rock hard. Everything about this man is perfection.

  Steel’s hands grip the hem of my sweater, and he leans back from me. I lift my arms over my head to allow him to take it off. He reaches around behind me and undoes my bra before pulling it off and letting it drop on the floor.

  His eyes slide over my breasts and torso before capturing my eyes in his.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says.

  Wrapping my back in his arms, my bare skin presses against his for the first time. The feeling is electric, and my skin prickles with goose bumps. I want to feel all of my body against his, and start tugging at my belt.

  “I’ll do it,” Steel says.

  Without any warning, he scoops me from my feet and cradles me in his arms, and I gasp. My heart beats at a million miles a minute as he takes the few steps to the bed and lays me down in the center of the bed.

  “I started eating a lot of candy apples to remember how sweet and juicy your pussy was on my lips.”

  I laugh, and his words ease my nerves.

  Another slow song, Ed Sheeran I think, comes on MTV.

  Steel undoes my belt and jeans, and slowly pulls them down my legs. The anticipation of him touching me has made my panties sopping wet.

  Once my jeans are off my feet, he kisses from my baby toe up to my knees and then all over as much of my thighs as he can. I close my eyes to try to commit every little kiss and my body’s reaction to him to my memory.

  He pauses what he’s doing to say, “Every time I thought of you, remembered your taste, my cock got so hard it hurt like hell.”

  His words wash over me, quickening my breath and causing a throbbing between my legs.

  By the time Steel reaches my upper thighs, the rest of my body is fluttering as much as the zillion butterflies between my legs. Each time he kisses my thighs, I rock my hips, wishing, hoping he’ll move his kisses along. It seems like an agonizing amount of time has passed and my pussy is begging for his attention.

  Steel’s finger brushes over the fabric of my panties, and a high-pitched moan flies from my throat. He groans in reaction.

  Hooking a finger into my panties, he yanks them off and makes a funny sound.

  My eyes shoot open and I lift my head to see him.

  “Nice tattoo,” he says, and smiles.

  I’d been dying to tell him about my rose tattoo, but wanted him to discover it for himself.

  “I did it for you,” I say, embarrassed.

  “Now your body matches the way you smell,” he says, and kisses it.

  “Huh?”

  “You always smell like roses.”

  I giggle. I always wear rose perfume, and can’t believe he noticed.

  “Are you going to show me the rest of your tats now?” I say, propping myself on my elbows.

  “I’m busy,” he says, and kisses my mound, sending heat coursing through me and making me forget all about whatever it was we were talking about.

  I flop down off my elbows and sink into the bed as his lips and tongue take control of my body. He kisses all around my mound and through my folds, but avoids my clit. Every cell in my body is worked up and desperate for release.

  “Please,” I try to say, but it comes out as a breathy gasp.

  Steel growls, the noise only heightening my need. He flicks my clit with his tongue, and I squeal. Without waiting, he slides his fingers into me and sucks my clit into his mouth.

  It forces me to moan and squeal as my body bubbles into a frenzy. I fist and knead the bedspread in my hands. He keeps going, bringing me higher and higher until I crash. Heat explodes between my legs, sending a rush of pleasure to my toes, fingers and head. The intensity forces me to squeeze my ey
es shut again.

  “Steel,” I moan.

  After I calm, he moves up over my body, stopping along the way to kiss my breasts and neck. I’m vaguely aware of the music on MTV.

  His kisses stop, and I open my eyes. He’s hovering over me, his nose almost touching mine. Our eyes connect for a moment, before he kisses the tip of my nose.

  “You’re sure you want this?” He asks.

  “I’ve spent every minute since October wanting this.”

  “Good, but I’ll warn you now. I’m going to be gentle on you this time, for you, but only this time.”

  I gasp at his words.

  His mouth crushes onto mine, and we kiss. Steel brings his hips closer to me, his hard dick lying up against my mound, the towel still between us.

  As he moves his hips, his dick pushes against my clit, drawing all the heat in me back between my legs. I moan through his mouth.

  We’re getting close. He’s going to enter me soon, once he gets rid of that towel. Part of me starts to worry, to wonder what it will be like or if it will hurt. But I force those worries away and focus on the incredible man on top of me.

  Steel pulls his head away, and asks, “Want to see the rest of my tattoos?”

  “Now?”

  “You don’t want to take my towel off?” He says, rolling off me and onto his back.

  My eyes widen and with a coy smile say, “Definitely.”

  Moving onto my hands and knees, I move over him. His massive erection creates a bump under the towel. I decide to start at the bottom edge and quickly work my way there. I push my hands underneath it and slide it up, kissing each of the tattoos I find.

  There’s an eagle on the top of his left thigh, and some kind of tribal design wraps around his right thigh. They are both incredible hot, like the rest of his tattoos. I’ve even come to love the one on his neck.

  Feeling bold, I slide my hand up the rest of the way under the towel and touch his cock. It’s silky, but hard, and I rub it with my palm as my fingers slowly explore up it. When they reach the top, I stop in confusion.

  Something is hard, and not in a natural way. It’s a little hard ball. I move my fingers around and find another hard ball. I find four in all.

  I flick my eyes up to his. He’s staring back at me, a grin on his face.

  “It’s pierced,” he says.

  The words send a twinge through my body. For some reason, they’re the sexiest words I’ve ever heard and my walls contract.

  “So that’s the reason you’re called Steel?”

  Without waiting another second, I rip the towel open. Holy shit. I found the last tattoo. My pussy twinges, and I let out a small moan.

  The shaft of his dick is a colorful, winged dragon, the head of his dick is the head of the dragon. There are two piercings in the rim of his head, each with a silver ball at either end — one ball behind the rim of the head as each of the dragon’s ears, and the other end emerging from the head and forming the eyes of the dragon.

  I can’t stop staring at it. For some reason it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

  Rock You Like a Hurricane

  (Steel)

  “A dragon,” Emily says, her eyes wider than fuck.

  Before I can answer, she tightens her grip on my cock and then slowly licks my shaft.

  “Didn’t it hurt getting it?” She asks, looking up at me with nothing but lust in her eyes.

  I open my mouth to say, do you think I give a shit about a little pain, but her tongue connects with the barbell sphere on the head of my cock, and I groan instead.

  Emily licks around the head of my dick, pushing her tongue against the second barbell sphere when she gets to it. She moves her attention to my shaft, and licks down it.

  I lift my head to watch what she does to me. When she reaches my balls, she sucks on them before moving back to my shaft. She moves back up to the tip, kissing as she goes. I realize the parts she kisses are the different features of the dragon.

  She takes the head of my dick into her mouth. The heat of her wet tongue makes the muscles in my back shudder. I let her take my shaft deep in her mouth and suck.

  When it starts to feel too good, I grab her arms, pull her off me and lay her on the bed beside me.

  “Hey,” she protests.

  Ignoring her, I scramble off the bed and grab a condom and package of lube from the side pocket of my backpack. I toss them on the bed and climb back on top of Emily.

  My cock lies across her mound, begging me to ram it inside her. But I have to remember she’s never done this before. She seemed kind of nervous before, which is why I moved off her and let her take off my towel. Good thing I did, because now she seems too overtaken with lust to notice any worries.

  Emily’s sopping wet, but I’m fucking huge, and her pussy’s super tight. I got the lube to make extra sure I don’t hurt her.

  I put my weight on my elbows and using my teeth, I tear open the lube and squeeze out the contents onto my fingers. I lift my body out of the way, and reach down between her legs. My lubed fingers slip around her already wet pussy, and I push them into her entrance, swirling them around to lube it up. I spread them wide a few times, and she moans.

  Fuck, she feels incredible. The condom can wait until later.

  “I need to feel you bare against me, then I’ll put the condom on,” I say.

  “Okay.”

  I glance down at her, her back arched and her lips slightly parted. Putting my body over hers, my lips find hers. I kiss her slowly, wanting her attention on my mouth.

  I lose myself in the softness of her lips, cherishing how sweet Emily is. Though I could carry on forever, eventually I pull my lips away.

  With my hand, I place my tip at her entrance and kiss her harder. I take my hand away from her pussy, putting it on the bed alongside her.

  “Tell me if it hurts.”

  “Will I feel the piercings?” She asks, her voice a whisper.

  I grin and say, “I’m ribbed for your pleasure.”

  She swallows and her eyelids flutter. That look alone is enough to make my balls tighten.

  As gently as I can, I push the head of my cock into her. She’s tight, and her walls squeeze around my head. At least her hymen is already gone and the lube is helping me get in easier. I pause a second to make sure she’s okay, then continue to push into her.

  Emily whimpers, and I pause. I’m not sure she’s ready for every inch yet. I stay still, letting her walls relax and ease to the size of my cock.

  “Okay?” I ask.

  She moans in response. That’s the sound I wanted to hear. Fuck, she makes me crazy. I push in deeper, her slick walls are starting to get used to me.

  When I’m all the way in, I start to move. I go slowly, the grip of Emily’s tight pussy making my cock feel like a volcano full of red hot lava that’s ready to blow.

  She moans something fierce and I know I’m not hurting her. But before I do anything else, I have to put the damn condom on. The last thing I want to do is knock her up.

  I lean down and kiss her, letting her soft lips distract me from the screaming of my cock. I can’t remember being in a woman ever feeling this good before, and don’t want it to end.

  I pull out, and put the condom on in record time.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask, capturing her gaze.

  “Uh-huh,” she answers, her voice breathy.

  “Good,” I say, grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her front. “I think your pussy’s ready for this. But tell me if it hurts.”

  Emily moans in approval, and I lightly smack her luscious ass. On my knees, I pull her to all fours and move against her. The tip of my cock is at her dripping wet entrance.

  This time, when I push in, her walls take me a little easier. Emily makes several breathy moans as I push into her.

  After a second to let her adjust to the stretching, I move my hips again. Her walls grip my shaft as I move back and forth in her. With each thrust, I go deeper than befor
e, until I’m in all the way to the hilt.

  “Do you know how many nights I dreamed of being in you like this?”

  Emily’s moaning and whimpering gets faster.

  “I’ll tell you, every fucking night. Whenever I closed my eyes, I’d think of all the things I’m going to do to you.”

  The pitch of her noises is getting higher, sending shivers up my back.

  My balls are getting tighter and tighter with each of the sounds she makes. Keeping my movement steady, I reach around and roll her clit between my fingers, making her moans turn to breathless squeals.

  “Every night I’d grab my cock and think about what it would feel like to be inside you, but it’s better than I’d ever imagined. Your pussy was made for me.”

  Emily lets out a gasping moan, and her arms buckle, her head landing on the mattress as she starts writhing under me.

  The sight of her squirming makes me explode. A massive shudder rockets up and down my back as I spill my load into the condom. The only thought going through my head is Goldie is mine, and I’m never letting her go.

  We’re both breathing heavy, and I lower my body against hers to catch my breath.

  “I hope that didn’t hurt,” I say into her ear, my voice low.

  “I only remember the ending, and that most definitely didn’t hurt,” Emily says, laughing.

  I pull out of her and lie beside her. After I take off the condom and drop it on the floor, I pull Emily against me so that I’m spooning her. She’s trembling, so I pull on the edge of the bedspread and wrap it over us.

  We lie in silence for ages. My arm rises and falls with her breath, and everything feels right.

  “You’re not really going to stay here long, are you?”

  “I’m never leaving you.” Not after what I went through to find her.

  Now I only have to find a job. I’ll start by hitting up every place on this road. Places always need muscle, it shouldn’t be hard to find something.