Shattered

by Janet Nissenson

  He’d barely slid his middle finger halfway inside her soaking wet pussy, had only rubbed two slow circles around her clit, when the orgasm ripped through her. But rather than back off at that point, Nick just kept at her, adding a second finger, both of them pumping in and out of her wildly responsive body with increased aggressiveness.

  And when she was already crying out with pleasure, was already mindless with sensation, he bent his dark head and sucked her clit between his lips. A second, even more intense orgasm pulsed through her, until she lost the ability to think or speak or move, and all that remained was pure sensation.

  Dimly, she was aware of Nick gently laying her down on the bed, the amusement in his voice now touched with something that sounded an awful lot like awe.

  “Well, you’re an easy one to please, aren’t you, Angel?” he asked with a low, purring laugh. “I barely had to touch you and off you went like a skyrocket. Tell me, are you always so easy to get off or do I just have magic fingers?”

  “Hmm?” She stared up at him, watching as if in a trance as he began to undress, removing his suit jacket and tie before starting on the buttons of his shirt. “Sorry, I – um – can’t -”

  “You heard me. Tell me what I want to know now. Is it typical for you to have an orgasm – no, make that two orgasms – with such little effort?”

  Angela felt her cheeks flush hotly, not used to such behavior from a lover, or to such deeply intimate questions. But she knew Nick was waiting for her answer, and none too patiently, either.

  “No.” She ducked her chin in embarrassment. “It’s – it’s usually just the opposite. I just figured it was me, you know, that I wasn’t one of those women who could -”

  He shook his head, unbuckling his belt and then pulling his shirt free. “Well, you figured wrong, Angel. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen another woman who could come that fast. Or that hard.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows, her big eyes wide as he stripped the shirt from his body. “Maybe I just needed the right partner,” she told him huskily.

  And then she could only stare in slack-jawed disbelief at the sight of his naked torso, not sure what part of his heavily muscled body was more droolworthy – the massive breadth of his shoulders; the powerful, chiseled circumference of his biceps; the six-pack abs that could only be the result of thousands of hours spent in the gym or great genetics or both. And what made that mouthwatering upper body even more eye-popping was all that smooth, darkly tanned skin and the narrow ribbon of black hair that bisected his chest before tapering down below his waist.

  “Like what you see so far?”

  Nick’s sinfully full mouth was quirked up at the sides in a confident, knowing grin. He knew, damn him, she thought darkly, just how beautiful he was – how buffed and ripped and strong. And he also had to know exactly the sort of affect he had on women, knew just how much she was enthralled by the sight of him right now.

  “Yes.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

  The rasp of his zipper seemed to echo around the small, confined space of her apartment, and her eyes felt like they were bulging out of their sockets as he shucked his pants, dealt with his socks and shoes. The form fitting gray briefs that were his only remaining garment seemed barely able to contain the enormous bulk of his erection.

  He gave a low, deep laugh as he began to peel his underwear off. “Angel, I hope you never play poker because you’d lose your shirt. That saying about a face being an open book – honey, I can read every single word on yours clear as a bell right now.”

  Angela’s brain felt like mush, her vocal cords seemingly paralyzed, and she could only stare – and keep on staring – at the sight of his splendidly nude body. Especially the intimidatingly huge length and girth of his fully aroused cock. The thick, dark red tip seemed to throb with a life of its own, and she swallowed with a great deal of difficulty as she tried valiantly to imagine how she could possibly take all of him inside her body at once.

  “We’re going to fit together perfectly, Angel,” he assured her confidently, as though he’d just read her mind. “Even with that tight little cunt of yours, you’ll take all of me, won’t you?”

  Her big, dark eyes were transfixed as he removed what looked at first glance to be half a dozen or so foil packets from his suit jacket. “I – I’ll try,” she promised faintly as he rolled one of the condoms over his pulsing cock.

  He sat down on the bed, gripping her chin between his long fingers as he tipped her head back. His eyes were gleaming, his mouth unsmiling. “You’ll do it, Angel. I knew the minute I saw you that you were made for this, that your body was made for me. You’re going to take everything I have to give you, and you’re going to fucking love every minute of it.”

  He took her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue possessing her with a ravenous hunger that made it very, very clear who was in charge. She groaned, her head starting to spin dizzily beneath the harsh demand of his mouth, and her arms drifted up of their own volition to wrap around his neck.

  Nick hauled her body further up the bed, until her head butted up against the pillows.

  “No headboard, I see,” he muttered, almost as if to himself. “Something else to work on. Until then, this will have to do.”

  He removed her arms from around his neck and drew them up and over her head, shackling them in place easily with one of his big hands. He then began to trace a slow, deliberate path down her body with his mouth, alternating between delicate, butterfly-like kisses on her eyelids, cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then becoming more aggressive the lower he went. She let out a yelp as he bit down on one of her earlobes before laving the same spot with his tongue. He tore a gasp from her throat as he sucked the side of her neck in a possessive love bite. His tongue licked a bead of sweat from the hollow at the base of her throat before moving in a straight line down between her heaving breasts.

  He lingered over the taut, swollen mounds for a long while – his tongue circling each nipple over and over before sucking it into his mouth. With each long, hard pull of his lips at her breast, she could feel the sensation shimmer all the way down her torso, past her belly, and directly to her womb.

  Nick lifted his mouth, his strong fingers still plucking at one of her fully engorged nipples. “Ever come this way, Angel? Just from having your tits sucked on?”

  “Ahh.” Her upper body bowed off the bed as he twisted one taut peak hard. “No. I didn’t -”

  “Didn’t know that you could have an orgasm that way?” he finished. “It isn’t all that easy, but I think given how damned responsive you are that it will be for you. But we’ll have to try that another time, Angel. Because right now there’s something else I really, really need to do.”

  He released his grip on her wrists, sliding down her body and prying her thighs apart as he did so. Then, as his intent became clear to her, she bucked her hips up in protest.

  “No.” She tried desperately to pull her legs closed but his grip was like a steel bar holding her in place. “Please, don’t. I – I don’t like that.”

  Nick chuckled. “That? You mean oral sex, Angel? Having your cunt eaten out, your clit sucked? Tell me why you don’t like it.”

  She shook her head, feeling her face flame with mortification. “I – I can’t. Please, Nick. It’s just not something I like.”

  “Tough. Because I do like it. A lot. And I think I’m going to really like eating up your sweet, juicy cunt. Now tell me why you don’t enjoy it.”

  She whimpered as his fingers dug deeper into her thighs and she knew there’d be bruises there tomorrow, as well as in a number of other places on her body. “It just doesn’t feel good, that’s all. Only a couple of the guys I’ve been with ever tried it and it just felt – icky.”

  “Icky?” He threw back his head and laughed heartily. “Oh, that’s a good one, Angel. And you know what? If some fumbling twenty year old college boy tried to go down on you and didn’t know what the hell he was doing, then that ve
ry, uh, vivid description probably isn’t far off the mark. However,” he added in a low, sexy voice, “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

  And before she could protest further, he’d buried his face between her widespread thighs and began to run his tongue with deliberate precision all around the moist folds of her labia.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out, her hips rearing up off the bed as her hands threaded into his thick black hair, pulling him in even closer.

  It took only those few clever, arousing licks for her to realize he’d been quite right. Not only did he know exactly what he was doing, but he seemed to be an expert in the art. The pathetic attempts her previous partners had made at this were laughable now in comparison. Except that laughing was the very last thing she felt like doing at this moment.

  Nick lifted his head, only to replace his tongue with two long fingers, and she quivered each time he would thrust them deep inside of her body before sliding back out. He repeated this action far too many times for her to count, until she was writhing against his fingers, her pelvis thrashing around wildly, seeking, needing, begging.

  “You’re a greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” he rasped. “You want it real bad, don’t you, Angel? How many orgasms do you think you can handle in one night, hmm? I’m betting an awful lot.”

  “Yes,” she cried out frantically. “I – I do need it. Please, oh please, just -”

  He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it hard, and then bent his head and flicked his tongue across it twice, thrice, until she came apart, her nails digging into his scalp as she clutched his head to her. The orgasm went on and on, causing the bed to shake as her legs seemed to flail around uncontrollably.

  Her whole body was still throbbing with sensation, and she badly needed a few minutes to come back down to earth, to remember how to breathe. But Nick was at her again, this time with his tongue thrusting up boldly inside her vagina, mimicking the motion his fingers had been making just minutes ago.

  “Ah, no more. I – I can’t,” she pleased weakly. “So – so good, but I need -”

  “You need to be prepared for me, Angel,” he told her firmly, his fingers spreading the lips of her inner labia apart. “You feel as tight as a virgin and I’m admittedly a big guy. If I don’t get you wet enough, relaxed enough, I’ll hurt you. Not intentionally, of course, but I am, ah, considered very well hung. So trust me on this, hmm? One more time and then I’ll fuck you.”

  That promise was enough to make her heart begin to race in mingled fear and excitement, even as his mouth got busy again. It took very little time and not a whole lot of effort on his part to bring her over yet again, the climax causing her vaginal muscles to convulse around the pumping motion of his fingers, to shudder against the talented mouth that kept sucking on her over-sensitized clit.

  When he finally moved away, Angela could only let her arms and legs sprawl limply in a weirdly contorted position. The blood was pounding in her ears and she was half-afraid she was going to pass out from the sensory overload. Dimly she realized that Nick was speaking to her as he ran a hand almost absently up and down her leg, still covered in its sheer black thigh-high stocking.

  “I like these,” he murmured in a low voice. “Very sexy, even more than a garter belt. Not that I won’t look forward to seeing you wear one of those as well. Or a corset. But for tonight I think I’d prefer these long, gorgeous legs of yours to be bare.”

  Nick removed one of her shoes, inspecting it as though he were an authority on women’s footwear. “Hmm, I suppose you have to wear something conservative like this to the office. But I’d love to see you in stilettos instead, in a really high fuck-me heel.” He began to roll her stocking off. “That kind of shoe would make your legs look as though they went all the way up to your armpits.”

  As he removed the other shoe and stocking, Angela gasped as he ran his hands assertively up along her bare legs, caressing their long, pale gold length.

  “Your skin is so smooth,” he purred, his caresses growing bolder. “Do you wax your legs, too?”

  “Yes.” She was quivering in anticipation as he slowly spread her thighs apart, rising up to kneel between them.

  “When I saw you standing across that room – all long hair and big eyes and these gorgeous legs,” he told her, his voice deep and enthralling, “the first thing I imagined was having them wrapped around my neck while I fucked you so deep and hard that both of us passed out from the pleasure.” He took hold of his intimidatingly huge erection and began to slowly feed it inside of her an inch at a time. “But not this first time,” he murmured against her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip sharply with his teeth. “I want both of us to remember every second.”

  Angela was dizzy with sensation by now, already overwhelmed by how big he was, how deeply he filled her, and she fought off the panic when she realized he was barely halfway in. “I can’t – you’re – it’s too much,” she whispered helplessly.

  “Hush. That’s a good girl.” He took her mouth in a long, leisurely kiss while his fingers plucked at her nipple. “You just need to relax, Angel. Give yourself over to me and let it happen. Don’t think. Just feel.”

  “Okay.” Her voice sounded rusty as she took a deep breath, willing herself to relax, to allow her body to open further to him.

  Nick continued to murmur in her ear – words of praise and encouragement, soothing her, calming her, seducing her. And as she did as he commanded and let herself go, he took advantage of her compliance and slid all the way inside of her, buried to the root.

  Angela couldn’t suppress the little sound of alarm she made as he completed his possession, as she felt every hard, throbbing inch of him tightly sheathed within her. Nick propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at her intently, and simply remained still.

  “I told you,” he whispered, brushing long strands of hair off her face. “I knew you could take me, Angel, knew that you were made for me. Not many women can handle all of me, you know.”

  “I’m not so sure I can, either,” she breathed, firmly pushing aside the thought of how many women he must have been with in his lifetime. That was the very last thing she wanted to dwell on right now.

  “Yes, you can. I told you – we fit together perfectly. I’m going to move now, Angel, and I’ll try to take it easy this first time. But you feel fucking amazing, like a fist around my dick, so holding back isn’t going to be easy.”

  Angela could tell by the way he clenched his jaw, at how tightly bunched the huge muscles of his biceps were, that Nick was struggling mightily to do as he’d promised. But even with the long, slow strokes, the tremendous effort he was making to be gentle, she still feared he might split her in two. And then her inner muscles finally began to relax and she opened to him a bit more with each controlled thrust.

  “Okay there, Angel?”

  She nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Yes. It’s – it’s good. You can, um, you don’t have to keep -”

  His dark eyes were gleaming as a slow smile broke across his face, beads of sweat dampening his forehead. “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Nick made a low, feral sound deep in his throat as he began to pick up the tempo, sliding his hands beneath her ass as he tilted her pelvis to the angle he wanted. As his movements grew faster and faster, his thrusts deeper and deeper, she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. He was too big, she thought wildly, too much. But the protest she was about to make froze in her throat as she felt the orgasm start to build, felt the broad head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her over and over, the angle of his thrusts perfectly positioned to stimulate the G-spot. And, as if that wasn’t more than enough to send her spiraling into oblivion, Nick worked a hand between their tightly joined bodies to find her clit, and the very second he rubbed his thumb over the distended little nub she went soaring – soaring so high that she was scarcely aware when he began to fuck her even harder, faster; when his breathing grew rough
and when he came and came and came, his head thrown back as he let out a ferocious yell.

  She thought perhaps that she did faint then, at least for a few seconds, because the next thing she was aware of was Nick walking out of her miniscule bathroom, having disposed of the condom. Her limbs – not to mention her brain – felt like jelly, so weak and drained that she could only let him draw her into his surprisingly tender embrace – surprising because she sensed that Nick was not by nature a tender or gentle man.

  “You doing all right there, Angel?” he asked, his lips brushing her hair.

  “I’ll let you know when I can feel my legs again,” she murmured weakly.

  Nick chuckled. “Believe it or not, mine are a little shaky, too. But you’re okay otherwise? I wasn’t too rough on you?”

  She wrapped her arms around his rock hard torso, burying her face against his throat. “Not too rough, no. I’m pretty tough after all.”

  “Is that right?” He wrapped a hunk of her long hair around his hand and tugged her head back, forcing her to gaze into his eyes. “Well, Angel, that’s the best news I’ve heard for a good long while.” With his free hand he traced a path down between her heaving breasts, over her quivering belly, and then cupping her between her thighs. “Because I’m nowhere even close to being through with you tonight.”

  Chapter Five

  “You seem to be walking okay today, Angie. That muscle you pulled the other day all healed up now?”

  Angela paused by Noah’s cubicle on the way back to her own desk, a bit taken aback by his question. “Uh, yeah. It’s a lot better, thanks.”

  Noah patted her on the arm with a reassuring smile. “Well, take it easy with those workouts from now on. I should hit the gym with you one of these days, have you show me some stuff. I’m admittedly a lazy bum but it sure looks like you keep yourself in great shape.”

  She forced herself not to give a little eye roll as her co-worker rather openly ogled her. It was a warm Indian summer day so she’d worn her lightweight gray linen suit and a sleeveless white blouse that was a bit on the semi-sheer side.