Rock God_Book 1_A Contemporary Harem Fantasy

by Michael-Scott Earle

  Her body tensed up initially as my arms circled her, but then she melted when my lips touched the nape of her neck. I trailed light kisses down to her spine and she let out a low moan.

  “That feels so good,” she whispered over the sound of the sink running.

  I moved my lips to the left side of her neck and mixed some light bites in with my kisses and licks. My hands started to rub lightly on her stomach and then slowly ascended to her breasts. She gasped when my hands reached her hard nipples. Kelley had small breasts and wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the thin, yellow sweater. I lightly pinched her nipples as I moved my mouth over to the other side of her neck. Her body collapsed back into mine and my cock pushed aggressively against her butt.

  I continued the assault on her neck and massaged her breasts for a few more minutes until her breath turned to ragged gasps and I could feel her legs start to shake. The water was still running; she suddenly reached up and turned it off. With the same motion, she spun around in my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pushed her mouth into mine for a savage kiss. Her tongue shot into my mouth with an insane eagerness. I could taste the chocolate on her lips as I matched her intensity, wrestling against her tongue with my own. Her hands were running over my back, chest, and face during our kisses. She pushed her left leg in between mine and wrapped her right one around my left. I could feel her start to grind her crotch against my thigh.

  I broke off the kiss and licked the front of her chin and neck, trailing my tongue toward her left ear and nibbling on the lobe. She was gasping and moaning with every breath that left her body and when her crotch slid down my leg. My cock felt like it was going to tear through my pants and I could feel the slight coolness next to the tip. I was leaking pre-cum.

  After I had explored her neck and ears with my mouth, she returned to kissing me. We were both gasping now and had to interrupt our tongue dance with ragged intakes of breath. My hands wrapped around her back to help her balance while she humped my leg. I could feel her heart pounding a brisk staccato and mine wasn’t much slower.

  “Bed,” I said when she pulled my face away from hers and started to suck on my earlobe.

  “Yessss,” she answered as she unwrapped her leg from mine.

  We stumbled back through the hallway into the back room as we hungrily kissed each other. She unbuttoned my shirt and ripped it from my body, a split second before she collapsed on top of me on the queen size bed I had in my room. Her legs found the same spot they had in the kitchen and she started to grind herself on me again, but now she was attacking my bare chest with her mouth. Licking and kissing me on the nipples and down my belly. I squirmed and moaned as the conflicting feelings of pleasure from her mouth and tickle from her hair ran through my body. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her back till I got to the bottom of her sweater.

  I started to yank the yellow-wool thing upwards and she stopped her assault on my stomach to wiggle out of it. Her body was tan, lean, and muscular. I could see the toned muscles of her stomach and a cute belly-button piercing. She had tan lines over her small breasts, and they looked like the perfect size for my mouth.

  I wanted to feel her chest against mine, so I pulled her down on top of me. We both sighed as our skin made contact. I could feel her hard nipples pushing against my chest as I rubbed my hands across her back. I wanted to lick her front, like she had been licking mine, so I rolled over on top of her. I pushed my left thigh into her groin and continued to rub it there in the same pattern she was keeping before. Her legs locked around my left thigh, and she let out a huge gasp as my tongue made contact with her right nipple.

  I sucked and licked her nipple and breast as I pinched and massaged the other one with my hand. Her body tasted delicious. I glanced up to see her face and realized she was biting on to her right hand to stifle her moans. This gave me a huge turn on and I bit and licked down her stomach to the top of her jeans.

  She raised her hips off the bed when my hands began to unbutton her pants, and I slowly slid them off, since they were really tight on her body.

  I could see a darker spot on the front of her yellow underwear and smell the wetness of her pussy. I grabbed the sides of the g-string and slid it off her legs. When I finished pulling it free, she closed her legs and turned her lower body to the side so I couldn’t have access to her pussy. I looked up at her face with a question in my eyes.

  Her eyes were wide and had a look of panic to them. She beckoned with her finger and I straddled her turned legs as I leaned down to kiss her. I figured a couple of different probable scenarios to her bashfulness: Perhaps she had never been eaten out before, maybe she had a bad experience before, and didn’t want me to do it, or maybe… ahh who the fuck knew with girls? At any rate, I was either going to eat her tonight or she was going to give me a good reason.

  I moved back down her neck with my tongue while I went back to playing with her nipples. After a few minutes, she was moaning again, and her hands were rubbing at my cock through the front of my pants. She fumbled with the button in the front, but I ignored her attempts and began to lick her nipples again. She was rubbing her legs together, and the smell of her pussy was driving me mad. I moved my mouth down lower to her stomach, and rested my hands on each of her legs, carefully spreading them apart as my mouth reached her hips.

  Her leg muscles started to tense as I kissed around her hips and down the front of her thighs. I could see her pussy through a well-trimmed bush of curly, blonde hair. She was wet, and her clit was poking out of its protective hood. I resisted the sudden urge to wrap my mouth over her pussy and drive my tongue deep into her. Instead, I teased along her thighs with my mouth, while I rubbed her legs. I wanted her more relaxed before I licked her entrance.

  It seemed to be working. She was letting out moans of encouragement and saying my name in a way that would give me a hard on at any time of the day, if I could record her voice and put it on my iPod. I moved my mouth to lick the inside of her left thigh while I massaged the inside of the right one. I was rewarded by her spreading her legs a little more to allow me easier access. Almost there.

  My mouth reached the spot where her legs met the groin. There is a chorded bit of muscle that connects everything. I’m not sure what it is called, but I licked and kissed it. Then I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back into the pillow on my bed. She was taking long gasps through her open mouth. Perfect.

  I quickly moved my mouth over her pussy and gave the lips a long lick with the flat middle of my tongue. She groaned in satisfaction and I licked again, a bit slower this time.

  “Oh my god, Eric, that feels amazing.” She slurred. I looked up at her face again while I licked, and I could see her staring at me, wide eyed, her mouth making a wide O shape.

  I tried a few different licking patterns until I developed a rhythm she seemed to enjoy more than the others. It involved me pushing the tip of my tongue deep into her wet slit, then sliding it up to circle her clit for a few laps and back down to repeat. After a few minutes of this, I could feel her legs start to shake and her groans became more urgent. She was getting close, so I picked up the pace of my tongue. Her pussy tasted slightly sweet. Not like sugar, but like a slightly, bittersweet taste of an orange rind. I loved it.

  Her body shook like an earthquake when the first orgasm hit her. I clamped down on her legs and began to focus on her clit with the edges of my tongue. The spasms rushed in, after I focused on her nub, and I could hear her muffled moans. I looked up to see her screaming into a pillow she had grabbed and put over her face, while her body writhed under my tongue. She came for what seemed like five minutes, and I finally let loose of her clit when I could tell it had ended. I sat up from her legs to look at her. Beads of perspiration were dotting her forehead, and her perfectly styled hair was disheveled from the pillow.

  “Oh my god, I’ve never came like that before.” She lay there with her legs spread around me. Her eyes were half-closed. “It felt li
ke it just kept coming and coming. Wow. I need a second to relax. Damn Eric. Oh my god.”

  “Take all the time you need. Want some water?” I got up off the bed as she nodded.

  I went to the kitchen and filled up two glasses. She chugged hers down when I gave it to her. All the working with my tongue had made me thirsty too. My glass was emptied quickly.

  “Hey Eric, why are your pants still on?” she asked, mischievously. As she waved her hand for me to come stand next to her.

  “Well, it’s funny you should mention that. This hot girl was trying to take them off, but she got distracted when I started licking her pussy. She never finished the job.”

  “Oh, well I can fix that problem. I can probably also fix this big problem you have here,” she whispered, and her hand rubbed my cock through the front of my pants. My dick had been hard for so long that I could barely take her hand rubbing it through the fabric of my pants. I didn’t think I would last long.

  She unbuttoned the front of my pants, and I helped her take them down, with my boxers. My cock wasn’t porn-star large, but it stayed rock hard all the time, and pointed to the sky like an unbendable, flag pole. Her hand closed around it as she motioned for me to join her on the bed. I sat down next to her and reached into my nightstand drawer for the pack of condoms I kept there. It took me a few seconds to unwrap it, figure out which way it opened, and slide it onto my dick. Kelly never took her eyes from my tool and she spread her legs even farther when I positioned myself between them.

  I leaned over her and kissed her softly; she moaned into my mouth and kissed me back passionately. I sat back up and positioned my dick at the entrance to her pussy. The condom was lubricated, so the first quarter of it slid into her easily. She held her breath as I slid it out and then pushed it in halfway. Then I slowly slid it out again. She gave a snort of annoyance, and I looked down at her face.

  It was a mix of emotions: lust, annoyance, desire, and fear. I pushed my cock all the way into her as we both exhaled a deep sigh of fulfillment. I placed my hands on either side of her body, rested on them, and kissed her deeply again. Her pussy formed a tight grip around me, and I could feel the movements of her body through it as she kissed me passionately.

  Our kiss ended and I started to thrust in and out of her wet hole. She was pretty tight, and the room filled with the sound of her wet pussy being filled and our soft moans of pleasure. Now, most guys don’t like condoms, and while I’ll admit that sex definitely feels better bare-back, they were really useful when guys haven’t had sex for a while and had no will power. My philosophy is that guys can take a picture of Barbara Bush, a fistful of sand, and rub one out like no one’s business if the need so arose. But women needed to be properly stimulated, and taken care of, to reach orgasm.

  If I wasn’t wearing this condom, I would have blown my load deep into Kelly on probably the third thrust into her. But the condom was keeping my orgasm a safe distance away, as long as I didn’t increase my tempo too much, which was getting harder to do as Kelly looked up at me with her brown eyes. They grew wider, and her mouth let out a loud gasp, every time I pushed deep into her. Her long, tan legs wrapped around my body like a vice; damn, she was strong. Her nails dug into my back. Her eyes were fluttering open and closed. Feeling her wrap herself around me like that put me over the edge and I started to thrust myself into her faster and deeper than I had before.

  “Oh god you feel so good; I am going to come. Can you come with me?” I whispered into her ear.

  “Yeeeeessssss,” she moaned as I felt her body start to buck underneath me. I pushed my mouth into hers and jammed my tongue down her throat as I made one last deep thrust into her and felt my orgasm release into the condom. She whimpered into my mouth as she felt me orgasm, and climax crashed into her. I could taste blood in my mouth as she bit my lip and tried to stifle a scream of pleasure. Her body twisted around my dick, and I could feel her pussy clench and relax about twenty times in rapid succession around my cock. Then her last spasm passed through her, and I could feel her body relax. She let out a satisfied moan and kissed me gently on the mouth.

  “I didn’t think I could have a better orgasm than the first one you gave me, but you just did. Oh my god, you are amazing.” She hugged me close to her. I tried to balance my weight on my arms, so I didn’t crush her.

  “You were amazing too. Your body feels so good. I couldn’t control myself any longer. Sorry, I wish I could have lasted longer,” I said as I reached down to the condom. My cock was still rock hard, and I think I probably could have continued to fuck her even after I orgasmed, but I didn’t want to risk breaking the condom. I grabbed the base of the latex and pulled my cock out of her.

  “Hmmmmm,” she sighed, as she rolled over and got out of bed. “I’ll be right back. Need to use the bathroom.”

  I nodded and carefully took the condom off and threw it away. I put my boxers back on and lay down on the bed. I felt really good. Relaxed and content. Again, it seems that I was making good social decisions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex that good. Maybe never. Definitely not in high school. The toilet flushed, and Kelly came out from the hallway, still naked. She lay down on the bed next to me and nestled close, her head on my chest and feet tangled up with mine.

  “If I would have known you were this good in bed, I wouldn’t have let you stop dating me last semester. The bitches at school are going to really be after you now,” she said as she rubbed my now-deflated cock through my boxers with her right hand.

  “Uh, excuse me?” I didn’t understand what she said about the bitches being after me.

  She laughed.

  “You don’t know?”

  “Know what?”

  “You’re like the juiciest piece of man hunk in the business department. Every girl wants you,” she said, with a smug tone to her voice.

  “What? Come on.” She was trying to inflate my ego. There were like, 3,000 students in the business college. I didn’t even know a tenth of them.

  “Yeah. You really don’t know how gorgeous you are do you? Ohh, that is so hot.” She wiggled closer to me. “So seriously, every single girl… and probably every girl with a boyfriend, in the biz college has a big crush on you. Even all of the girls on my team, and in my sorority, know about you, and most of them aren’t even in the business college.”

  “Haha, thanks Kelly. I find it really hard to believe, but it is a nice, ego boost,” I said. It was raising my ego, but I didn’t believe what she was saying. I was just happy she felt the desire to brag about me to me.

  “Oh, you better believe me. Haven’t you ever noticed all the girls who are all over you, all the time?” She raised her head off my chest and was looking me in the eyes. Totally serious.

  “Ummm no. Not really. I mean, I talk to a few girls in class, but I don’t have, like, a boy band-style, girl mob chasing me everywhere.”

  “That’s because you’ve had your emo glasses on for the last year. Let me ask you a few questions: last semester, how many people were in our Stats study group?”

  I thought back to last semester. “I think there were ten. Right?”

  “Yeah. How many girls were in that study group?”

  I thought back again and paused. “Nine. Everyone, but me, was a girl.”

  “Exactly, How about your other classes last semester? Did you have study groups for those? Were there any men in them?”

  I sat up a straight in the bed, as I started to recollect my other study classes.

  “None of them had any men in them -- except my Bus Law class had two guys. Jake Smith and Gary… ummm. Crap, I forgot his last name.”

  “Gary Bergstein. Jake and Gary are dating each other this semester, you know? They are gay. How about this semester? How do your study groups look?”

  “The same. All girls. I never even noticed.”

  “Aww you are so cute. I can’t believe you didn’t know this. How do you get into these study groups?”

  I thought again. Tryi
ng to recall how I joined them. I always assumed that joining study groups was something you did for every class. Didn’t professors say that you should join one?

  “Normally, during the first few minutes of class, someone passes me a notepad to write down my contact info, for the class’s study group.”

  “Yep. That’s how we did it in Stats. We knew you were going to be in class, so I walked up to you and gave you my notebook to put your contact info in. Then I called you up during the first week. We talked about which days worked best for you, and the other girls in the class who I was friends with worked around your schedule. We all figured one of us would get asked out by you eventually; unless you were gay. Which we thought was probable, poetic justice, because no guy as gorgeous as you could possibly be straight. Didn’t you notice how the ‘class study group’ only had a third of the class in it, with only girls?”

  My head was spinning. Were all my study groups a conspiracy? I still found it hard to believe. Girls I dated always said I was handsome, but I just expected it since I was dating them, and they probably wouldn’t have gone out with me if they weren’t attracted to me.

  “My phone is probably blowing up by now. My sisters all knew I was going on a date with you tonight, and since I haven’t gotten back yet, they know we are having a good time. When they hear about the mind-blowing sex we just had, they are going to be like a pack of hungry bitches for you.” She sighed again and lay down on my chest.

  I looked at the clock. It was one in the morning. What time did we watch South Park? Nine? We’d been at it for over, three hours? It hadn’t felt that long. I realized I had class tomorrow morning at eight, and then work right after that. Suddenly, the night with Kelly seemed to be a bad idea. I didn’t enjoy the idea of being gossiped about by her sorority sisters. But, that probably happened to every guy any of them went out with. No. This was still a good night. And if every girl at school thought I was a stud (although I still didn’t believe what Kelly was telling me), I could still get my studies done without interruption.