by Cerys du Lys
Lucent pried my legs apart and caressed the palm of his hand up and down my thigh. His nose touched mine and he watched me making my decision. I didn't know what I was going to decide, or what I should decide, but I didn't need to know, either. I kissed him.
His fingers wrapped around my thigh, squeezing. Urgent, he pulled me closer to him. I grabbed him, too. I pushed his hand away and flung myself atop him, straddling him. We kissed hard with imperative, insistent lust. Lucent tried to pull me closer, to kiss me harder, to clutch me to his chest while his hands held me by my hips, but I pulled away, refusing him. We fought like that, some war of lust and need and love, but eventually I won.
I struggled, fingers slipping on his pants. I grabbed and groped, finally managing to seize his zipper and pull it down. Then I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them open and reached inside. His underwear obstructed my goal, but I didn't let it stop me. He bucked his hips upwards, impassioned instinct. I rode him, kissed him, loved him.
I pulled his cock from his pants, then stroked him hard. This wasn't a soft or sensuous bit of foreplay, but something more firm and demanding. His thick erection throbbed in my hands, flexing at my touch. I stroked him harder, up and down, fast, greedy for him and what he could give me.
"Fucking hell," Lucent said, growling into my lips. He kissed me roughly and bit down hard on my bottom lip.
I cried out in pain, but I refused to let go of his cock. Harder, longer, more. His precum slid along the head of his cock, spreading further with each of my swift strokes. It gathered along my palm and the undersides of my fingers, giving me more slickness so I could better work his cock. My lip throbbed between his teeth, pulsing and racing, matching the thumps of my adrenaline-rushed heart. His cock throbbed and pulsed and raced in my hands, too. Did that match his heartbeat, as well? I wanted it to. I wanted that kind of closeness between us.
I felt like we knew each other perfectly at that moment. I could feel him, his sex and arousal and soul in my hands, and he could feel me, my love and need and desire in my lip. This was us, our bodies, our souls.
He let loose my lip to kiss me again, but I pushed him away. Quickly, I slid down his body. Without pausing, still stroking him, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. My tongue swirled around his cockhead, tasting the deliriously wonderful flavor of his cock and his precum. I loved it. Maybe I shouldn't feel this way, maybe it was a little wanton, but I loved it still. It wasn't even a describable taste, but an absolute sensation. Warmth and heat, the feeling of pounding, of pulsing veins, of smooth virility twitching beneath my tongue.
Lucent's erection was his own, but I made him that way. He might want to control me, he might love his BDSM and domination things, but I was the one who made him hard, I was the one who controlled that. I moved lower, taking him deep into my mouth, then back again. Lucent grabbed the back of my head, forcing me downwards once more. I went, taking more and more, until I couldn't. I tried, I swallowed, I felt his length pressing at the back of my throat, wanting to have more of me, but I had no more to give.
I pushed back, and Lucent held me for a second more longer letting me free. I bobbed up and down, sucking at his cock, hungry for it, and then I stopped. My lips no longer wrapped around his beautiful shaft, but my fingers stayed in place.
Fast. I stroked him fast and quick. I wasn't going to prolong this. I didn't want to. I wanted to see him, to see it. I wanted to make him cum, to know that it was me who did it, me who made him do it.
This seemed to surprise him. He kissed me hard, tasting himself on my lips, but I didn't let that distract me. I stroked harder, faster, more. My arm grew tired, but I wouldn't stop. Lucent's eyes widened, confused and perhaps slightly concerned? I grinned. Yes, this was what I wanted.
I felt him before I saw him. His cock flexed and hardened in my hand, twitching with the beginning of his orgasm. His cockhead flared. Lucent's lips parted in abject surprise.
Lucent knew me, of that I had no doubts. He knew everything about me, he followed me, he watched me. He knew mundane, partially useless things like my credit score and where I kept the spare key to my car. He knew important things, too, though. He wanted to know everything.
I didn't know everything about Lucent, and I knew that. I didn't know his credit score, or if he even had a spare key to his car. That didn't mean I didn't know important things about him, though.
Perhaps this was strange, because I didn't think myself incredibly knowledgeable about sex. I hadn't had a lot of it before meeting Lucent, and I hadn't had much good sex from what I did have, either. I had no idea what any other person in the entire world cared about in regards to sex. If someone asked me how to pleasure a random stranger on the street, I wouldn't have the first clue where to begin.
I knew everything about sex with Lucent, though. I knew what he liked. I could have described in intricate detail exactly how to make Lucent cum. I knew the most sensitive parts of his cock, and how he liked them touched. I knew where to lick, or where to stroke, and how to do it. I knew what to squeeze and when, and with what. My hand was different compared to when he was inside of me. When he was in me, I could focus on other things, though. I could kiss, I could touch, I could pull him into me while I wrapped my legs around his waist and raked my nails across his back. He liked my hands on the side of his head when he thrust deep into me, with my thumbs gently curled behind his ears.
I knew all of this. Maybe I could write an entire book about it. I didn't know if anyone would want to buy a book like that, and I wasn't sure I'd want to sell someone a book about how to pleasure Lucent in bed, but these were things I knew about him.
And right now I used them all to great effect.
His orgasm overcame him and his cock let loose his seed. A white stream of cum burst from the tiny slit at the end of his cockhead. I watched it, enthralled. Everything seemed slower now, but only for a fraction of a second. The jet of his cum went straight up, then back down, landing on the side of my hand and the crotch of his pants. I kept stroking him, feeling his orgasm straining against my grip. He came more, again and again, though less and less with each passing moment.
I wanted all of it, though. It was mine.
Once he finished, I stopped and grinned at him, self-satisfied. He managed to regain some composure after the sudden onset of his climax, but that didn't take away from my own achievement.
"That was fun," I said, barely managing to keep myself from giggling, giddy.
"Mhm," Lucent said. "It was. You may be through with me, but I'm nowhere near done with you, Miss Tanner."
Um... what? No, he was, I made him cum, and at the very least I knew that he should need a little time between, uh... things...
Except, maybe not. Apparently, definitely not.
Lucent wrenched the skirt of my dress up, pulling it towards my waist. Caught off guard, honestly never having expected this, I sat there, dumbfounded. Lucent pulled me forward by my panties. I went, but not before I heard a faint rip. I went faster after that, not wanting to lose my underwear because of the callous disregard his fingers had for them.
I thought he was done. I had finished him myself. I saw him cum, I felt his cock growing harder and tighter, then less hard as his orgasm faded away. Apparently none of that mattered, because he was still plenty hard enough for a lot of things.
He lifted me up, stretching my panties, then he pulled them to the side and sat me back down. On his cock. He entered me in one go and I slid down his shaft as easily as that. Well, yes, I was aroused, but, um...
No more time for thought. I didn't get to think of anything else. Lucent grabbed my hips and slammed me onto his cock, sheathing himself inside of me in one demanding thrust. I opened my mouth to gasp, but no sound came out.
"That was cute," he growled, pulling out of me and then driving his cock back in. We shifted on the bean bag chair until Lucent lay more on his back, with me hovering above him. With each flex and push and pump of his thighs, he pounded into me. I was on h
im, above him, riding him, but he had all the control.
"Lucent... I..." I tried to talk, but the force of his thrusts made it difficult. It was all I could do just to think and stay steady.
"Definitely cute, Miss Tanner," he said. "I applaud your efforts. You certainly know exactly what you're doing, and your skills are exceptional."
"Lucent, I... I didn't, I..."
He thrust hard into me and held himself there. His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard. When I swallowed, I felt his teeth pressing lightly into my throat.
"What?" he asked, moving his head away to look me in the eyes. "You didn't what?"
We were at a standstill for the time being. Lucent had his cock lodged deep inside of me. I didn't know what I was thinking before, but he was definitely erect and aroused and ready to go another time. This was a good thing? Or... not?
"I didn't mean to," I said. Except, oh no, I'd definitely meant to. "I mean, I did. I wanted you to. I wanted to make you cum. For me. I just... maybe it was too fast? I don't know. I didn't mean to do it like that, but I wanted it so badly and I'm sorry if I made you mad."
He shook his head. Smiling at me, he kissed me, soft and quick. "I'm not mad," he said.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said. "If it was too fast, that is. I just... Lucent, I wanted it so much. I wanted you so badly, but I wanted you like that. I..."
"I enjoyed it," Lucent said. "Make no mistake, Miss Tanner, I thoroughly enjoyed that. It wasn't what I was expecting, but I'd be remiss to say I didn't want it. Unfortunately, I want more. I'm entirely uncertain if want is the correct word, actually. I need you. I need to be inside of you. I need to feel you."
I fell against him, laying my head on his chest. I listened to him, to his words and his heartbeat combined.
"You wanted me, you wanted to make me cum with your hands," he said. "Now, I want you. I want your orgasm, too. I'm going to have it, Miss Tanner. It's only fair, don't you think? If you refuse to give it to me—" he moved his legs and his lower body, slowly sliding out of me. "I'm going to take it."
With that, he thrust back in. I bounced upwards, losing my balance. I thought I would fall, not just off of Lucent, but off of everything. I didn't know if I believe in gravity anymore. I'd remained grounded for my entire life, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe gravity didn't exist and I really was about to go spiraling off into space at any moment. That was a decent approximation of how I felt.
I didn't, though. I wasn't sure if it was because of gravity or because of Lucent's hands holding my hips steady. I lost his heartbeat; I couldn't hear it anymore. My cheek wasn't on his chest any longer, with my head and my upper body slightly in the air. I had my hands pressed against his upper body, palms steady there, fingers grabbing into his suitcoat and his shirt. I didn't want that, I wanted regular Lucent, "just having woken up" Lucent, bare-chested Lucent. I didn't have him, though, I had "suit after sleeping in a library" Lucent.
Fortunately for me, I liked Lucent any way I could get him. I might have had certain distinct preferences, but... well...
He thrust into me hard and fast. I gave in to his movements, letting them become a part of me. He went so fast and fierce and strong, and I supposed he could, because I'd basically given him free reign to do so, didn't I? I thought he needed time to refresh and relax after I brought him to climax, but in hindsight maybe I'd just given him the ability to postpone his next orgasm for a lot longer.
I didn't know how that worked. I didn't care how that worked. All I knew right now was that Lucent was hellbent on claiming my orgasm, and I doubted I could stop him.
I surged. My body surged. I felt something strong and powerful building inside me, but it was different. Usually what I felt was my own, but somehow this time it wasn't. I couldn't explain that. I didn't have thoughts to explain it. Lucent thrust into me, his hips moving up and down with rapid, thumping pounds. I still wore my dress; we both still wore our clothes. My breasts wanted to bounce free, but they were contained by my bra and my dress and even somewhat by Lucent's chest so close to my own. The cloth of my panties scraped and rubbed against my clit with each of Lucent's thrusts, and the front of his pants and his shirt dragged at my clothes, pulling and pushing and sending frantic rubbing circles of friction this way and that.
I felt like maybe neither of us was entirely in control. I wasn't in control of anything at the moment, that was for sure. Lucent was in slightly more control, but not exactly. He gave in to primitive lust and instinctive need, becoming reckless and lawless because of it.
My orgasm built up fast, then faster. I didn't mean to give it to him, but I wanted to give it to him, too. Indomitable, irresistible, he claimed me as his. Somehow his insatiable lust overwhelmed my own desires. Previously, I had won, but now I was losing; I was lost. I accepted my defeat.
My body tightened and tensed, squirming for freedom that I didn't know how to give it. I wanted to orgasm, to offer my climax to Lucent, but it stuck there, refusing to begin. It built up more, further, tighter, faster. I should, I should have, but I wasn't. I felt it, strong and hot and heavy. There was a strange feeling alongside it, though, like a cage trapping my building pleasure. My arousal and lust kept growing, but the cage stayed the same size. My heat and ecstasy pressed against the invisible bars and constraints, trying to force its way through, but to no avail.
Until suddenly I gave in. I didn't even know I was doing it until it happened. My orgasm blazed through me and I let out a scream of indignant pleasure. Lucent kept thrusting into me, relentless, forcing me into higher peaks of passion. I felt him in me and I clutched and squeezed against him, but he refused to be contained. He wanted to control me, and I understood it in a different sort of way. It was intoxicating to be the one in control. It was awe-inducing. It was so much. It was everything.
He had me. He took me and controlled me and owned me. I gave myself to him, my body and my ecstasy becoming his. He accepted them, gladly. My pussy sucked onto his cock, pulling it into me even as he thrust deep inside me, and I tried to hold him in there when he withdrew. Over and over, greedy, squeezing. With one final thrust, he drove into me as deep as he could and forced me into complete submission.
His cock swelled, just as it had before. I remembered it in my hands, and now I felt it inside me, his cum crashing into my innermost depths. He filled me and dominated me, and it wasn't just about BDSM or control, but something more than that. I didn't need him to spank me in order to give myself to him, and he didn't need to tie me to his bed in order to take me. Those things were certainly fun and nice, but there were simpler methods that were just as effective.
It was just us, just thoughts. Submission was a perspective, like a different point of view. If I accepted it, if I placed myself into it, then everything Lucent did to me was domination in a different sort of way. If he accepted a dominant point of view, and I agreed to submit, then...
I did. He did. We did. That was it.
It was one of the most beautiful and amazing moments of my life. Not just now, but all of it. The realization of it. It made me feel so small, but then so big. It made me feel very strong even when I felt weak.
I wanted to bask in it and savor it, for now and for always. My orgasm dwindled, first sweltering, then steaming, and now simmering softly. I thought Lucent was probably in a similar state of being, but I didn't know. He'd surprised me before, so perhaps he had more surprises, too? I would like that, I would let him. If he did, at least, but if he didn't, I liked that, too. I just wanted to lay there and cuddle with him.
I kissed him and he kissed me and we kissed, just that.
"Um... hey... Elise?"
That... was not Lucent. My head snapped to the side. What the heck? Oh. Uh... we were in the library, weren't we? And that was Margaret, standing there, looking more than a little confused.
"I mean, you know," she said. "If you guys want to have sex, I guess that's cool? You kept your clothes on, so there's that, right? Um... but I was just about to u
h... you know? Open the library? The alarm wasn't on. Weird. Then I heard you. You're kind of loud. Must have been good sex, huh? I wish I had good sex like that. This is sort of awkward."
"Hey, Margaret," I said.
Careful, scooting upwards, I kept Lucent's crotch hidden with the skirt of my dress while he slipped out of me. He reached beneath my skirt and slipped his softening cock back into his pants, then zipped and buttoned them up.
"Yeah, so," she said. "You're in the library. How'd that happen?"
"Sorry," I said. "We stayed here overnight. There was a good reason, though."
"Sure? I guess?" She tilted her head to the side when I moved off of Lucent and the both of us stood up. "What about the sex part? I mean, I don't want to pry, but was there a good reason for that, too?"
Lucent started to say something, but I stopped him. "Yes," I said. "I was kind of horny."
"Oh," Margaret said.
"Maybe the middle of the library wasn't the best place, though."
"We do apologize," Lucent said.
"Well, it sounded intense, at least, so I guess that's good," Margaret said. “Go big or go home, right? I think that's what they say, and you're not home right now, so...”
I laughed. This wasn't supposed to be funny, but I laughed.
Leaving Lucent's side, I scurried over to Margaret. Whispering to her, though not altogether quiet, I said, "Margaret, you have no idea. It was amazing. Lucent came twice. We didn't even stop. Did you know that was possible? I didn't know it was possible."
"No way," Margaret said. "Are you serious? The guys I've been with are done after one. Not even just done, but like, falling asleep. I don't think this is fair."
"I don't know if it's fair," I said, "but I liked it."
"Excuse me, ladies?" Lucent said.
"Yes?" I asked, smiling sweetly.
"Do you have any friends or a brother or someone you can introduce me to, Lucent?" Margaret asked.
I laughed. Lucent was slightly less amused.