by Force,Marie
“Wait, I want to—”
“On your back,” I say more forcefully.
“Whatever the lady wants.”
After he shifts into position, I free his cock from his shorts. My eyes go wide, and my mouth falls open.
“Like what you see?” he asks, watching my every move.
I nod even as another trickle of anxiety works its way down my spine. Other lovers have commented on how small and tight I am. What if he doesn’t fit inside me?
He tugs on the strand of my hair that has landed on his chest, drawing my attention to his face. “Don’t stress. We’ll take it nice and slow.”
I probably ought to be concerned about how well he reads my thoughts, but I’m too focused on the male buffet laid out before me, awaiting my next move. I bend my head to press light kisses to his chest, focusing on the dark disks of his nipples, teasing them with my lips and tongue until they stand up at attention. All the while, I drag my breasts over his rippling stomach.
Working my way down, I kiss, nip and lick a trail to his belly button. He smells like soap and sunshine and hard, muscular man. Dropping my tongue into the indent of his belly button, I’m surprised when his grip on my hair tightens and he sucks in a sharp deep breath. Full of my own power, I wrap my hand around his cock and lift it off his stomach.
Before this, before him, I’d had no idea that penises were made this big. I stick out my tongue and touch it to the slick tip, teasing the slit by darting in and out.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Honey… God.” His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and once again, his Adam’s apple is prominent as it moves in his throat.
I open my mouth as wide as I can and wrap my lips around the broad head of his cock, sucking and pulling on the tender flesh and lashing him with my tongue while continuing to stroke him with my hand. Forcing another inch into my mouth, I moan in frustration when I realize I can’t possibly take all of him.
The vibration of my moan against his shaft leads to a sharp cry from him, which only fuels my determination to bring him as much pleasure as I possibly can. He’s always so serious and solemn. I want to make him forget his terrible burden, even if just for a little while.
I draw back and run my tongue from tip to root, focusing on the sac that is drawn up tight against his scrotum. My tongue outlines first one testicle and then the other. With my hands on his thighs, I urge him to raise and spread his legs.
The instant my tongue makes contact with the sensitive skin under his sac, he explodes, sending streams of semen shooting onto his chest and abdomen.
I grip him tighter with my hand, stroking him as hard as I dare and drawing another deep groan from him.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, gasping in the aftermath.
I flash him a victorious smile and use my hand to spread his hot seed over his ripped abs.
“Honey! Fuck!” His recently satisfied cock is as hard as it was before he came and makes its presence known by pulsing between my breasts. I slide them over the moisture on his stomach and then work his cock between them, moving seductively over him, back and forth, simulating intercourse.
After several minutes, Blake shudders and then stops me. “The next time I come, I want to be inside you.” He slides his hands over my tangled hair. “Let me up, darlin’.”
I move onto my back and watch him stride intently into the adjoining bathroom, my gaze fixed on the firm globes of his ass. The water turns on and then off. A minute later, he returns with a towel that he uses to wipe me clean of his semen. He also brings a bottle of some sort that he places on the bedside table along with a strip of condoms.
I eye the bottle, wondering what it is.
He drops the towel onto the floor and gets back in bed, reaching for me.
Even though I’m somewhat embarrassed by my brazen behavior, I want much more of him, so I willingly curl into his embrace. Blake surprises me when he tips up my chin and begins to kiss me with the same intensity and attention to detail he’s shown thus far. His tongue is soft but insistent until I open my mouth to let him in. Then he becomes much more forceful, which I love. His hand, rough and coarse from years of hard work, leaves goose bumps in its wake as it moves from my shoulder to my hip.
As his tongue explores the dark recesses of my mouth, his fingers tease the cleft of my ass, tugging lightly on the strip of my thong. The push and pull of my panties has my clit standing up, straining for contact.
I work my leg between his, riding his thigh and seeking relief.
Blake breaks the kiss and buries his face in the curve of my neck. He has my full attention when his finger slides between my ass cheeks to press against my anus. “Has anyone ever taken you here, darlin’?”
I’ve never been particularly interested in anal sex, nor have my previous lovers, thankfully. Overwhelmed by the idea of doing it with him—and The Cock—I shake my head.
“I want to be your first.”
I tremble from head to toe at the thought of taking his huge cock there.
Once again reading my thoughts, he says, “I could make it so good for you.” His finger teases its way past my resistance, aided by the juices from my pussy, breaching the tight ring of muscle. “So, so good.”
I gasp at the foreign sensation of being filled there, and moan when he suddenly withdraws. “I need to do this right.”
Before I’ve had a chance to gauge his intentions or ask him what he wants to do right, he’s on his knees, tugging my thong off and tossing it over his shoulder. He arranges my legs on either side of him, pushing until they’re so far apart, my hips ache from the effort to keep them there.
“That’s it.” He runs his hands over my inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there. “Keep them as far apart as you can.” Flopping onto his belly, he drags his tongue over one quivering thigh and then the other. “Hold your lips open,” he says, his breath a whisper from my most sensitive flesh. “I need my hands.”
Mortified by his request, I feel heat scorch my breasts and face as I comply with his directions. My fingers slide over slippery skin as I hold open my labia for his inspection.
“Gorgeous,” he says, blowing a stream of air directly against my clit.
I hold back the urge to scream as he nearly makes me come from that alone.
“Don’t hold back. If you want to scream, scream. No one will hear you but me.”
God, I’ll never be able to look at him again after this night, but at least I’ll know what all the hoopla is about, and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.
He startles me with the first stroke of his tongue.
“Don’t let go,” he says. “Hold that pretty pussy open for me.” The second stroke is no less surprising or stirring as he twirls the tip of his tongue around my clit before encircling it with his lips and tugging lightly. He pushes a finger into my slick channel, curling it up to find a spot no one has ever touched before.
I can’t contain the scream as I push against his face and finger.
Adding a second finger, he moves in and out as his tongue and lips focus on my clit. His free hand wraps around my left leg to keep me open wide for him. He continues the dual assault until I’m hit with a second orgasm that’s even more powerful than the first.
I’m still coming when he pulls his fingers free of my pussy, leans over me to reach for the bottle on the table, and then pushes a finger into my anus, his entry aided by the cool lubricant he rubbed on his finger. The stroke of his finger sets off another wave of orgasm that makes me see stars. I had no idea I was so sensitive there, and the discovery, on top of all the others, leaves me clinging to what remains of the person I was before I stepped into Blake Dempsey’s bedroom.
I come back down to find his tongue lapping up my juices and his finger still buried deep in my ass.
He releases my leg and reaches up to pinch my nipple lightly but insistently. “So, so hot, Honey Carmichael. Why’d you wait so long to come to me?” Pushing his finger farther into my ass,
he sucks on my clit and sets off a series of small explosions that make my legs quiver and my breath catch. I’ve never come so much in my life, even with my trusty vibrator.
Right when I’m about to beg him to stop, he suddenly withdraws from me, leaving me a sweating, quivering mess on the bed while he once again retires to the bathroom to clean up.
When he returns, my gaze is drawn to his cock, which stands up tall and proud against his belly, so hard it’s purple and slick at the top.
He crawls up on the bed between my legs and settles himself on top of me, holding most of his weight on his elbows. Brushing the hair back off my face, he looks down at me as if taking inventory. “Hi there.”
“Hi.” I’m still breathing harder than usual and trying to figure out where I should look. If I meet his gaze, I’m afraid I’ll give too much away about how completely he’s undone me. Remembering Lauren’s warning, I’m determined to hold something back. If I give him everything, I’ll regret it.
“Look at me.”
Trust him not to allow me to hold anything back. I flip my eyes up to make contact with his startlingly blue gaze.
“Are you okay?”
I nod even as I feel the damnable blush flooding my cheeks.
He kisses them both and then my nose and finally my lips. “Ready for the main event?”
I have to look away. “I hope so.”
“Are you scared, Honey?”
I bite my lip and nod. “A little.”
“I’d never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“You used to pinch me,” I say, seeking to lighten the moment.
“That was a long time ago.” More kisses and the insistent throb of his cock against my belly. “I’d never hurt you now, or do anything you don’t want as much as I do.”
“Do you want me?”
“So bad.” He presses his hips tighter against me. “Can’t you feel how bad?”
“Yes.” My hands move restlessly on his back, heading to his ass as if drawn by a magnetic pull.
His groan is nearly inhuman. “I can’t wait anymore, Honey. I’m going to explode all over you if we don't hurry up.” He starts to get up, forcing me to release him. Sitting on the side of the bed, he rolls on a condom.
The XL printed on the wrapper that falls on the bed has me swallowing convulsively.
“Stop thinking. I can hear you thinking.”
“I’m not thinking.” I’m surprised again by how he seems to get me. No one has ever been able to read me quite so intuitively, and it’s unnerving to realize this man I’ve known all my life might be the only one who can. Stop. Don’t go there. This is one night and one night only. Enjoy every second, but don’t get carried away thinking it’s something it’ll never be.
Shifting back into position between my legs, he kisses my lips softly and sweetly—so softly and so sweetly, it’s hard to remember that I’m not allowed to get carried away.
My hard, throbbing nipples rub against his chest hair as his cock settles into the V of my legs. I can’t stop the near-sob that erupts from my chest, belying my bravado.
“Relax, darlin’,” he whispers as he kisses my face and neck. “I promise I won’t hurt you.” He takes himself in hand and runs the tip of his cock from the well of my pussy to my pulsing clit, pausing there to press and retreat several times. The third time he retreats, he pushes the head against my tender opening and thrusts his hips gently.
My first impulse is to tense up.
“Relax.”
“Easy for you to say,” I say on a grunt. “You’re not the one being invaded.”
His soft chuckle rumbles through him. “It’ll be good, darlin’. Just relax and let me in.” He keeps up the steady in and out movements until the head of his cock is lodged firmly inside my pussy. “That’s it,” he says, resting his forehead on mine and looking down at me. “Feels so good, so tight and hot. Does it feel good to you, too?”
Even though I’m stretched almost to the point of discomfort, it doesn’t hurt. The sense of fullness is amazing as he awakens every nerve ending on his way inside me. “Yes, it feels good.” I squirm under him, seeking something—whether it’s relief or further penetration, I can’t say.
“Ready for some more?” he asks several minutes later.
“I think so.”
He rocks in and out in small strokes, my slickness guiding his entry. And then he pushes harder, sinking in farther than he’s been yet. Reaching for my left leg, he hooks his arm under my knee and pushes it back to my chest, opening me wider.
I’m consumed by him, pinned to the bed by the thick length of his cock inside me as he rocks and strokes his way deeper.
Sweat beads on his brow and pools between us as he moves back and forth, pushing and pulling in a rhythm that sets my entire body on fire.
“Okay?” he asks after many minutes of strained silence as we work together in silent accord.
“Yes! Yes.” My fingers dig into his ass as I pull him to me, wanting to keep him still for a minute while I throb and stretch around him. I can’t imagine how he thinks I’ll ever take him in my ass when he’s got my pussy stretched to its absolute limit. Pushing that worrisome thought to the back of my mind, I focus on the burning, throbbing sensations coming from my core.
“Just a little more,” he whispers through gritted teeth, clearly clinging to his control.
I release an unsteady laugh. “More?”
“The wide part,” he says with a teasing grin.
“Christ have mercy.”
That makes him laugh as he pushes my leg tighter against my chest. “Put your other leg around my hip.”
My muscles quiver as if they’re made of jelly, but I somehow manage to do what he asks.
“There,” he says, releasing a sigh of relief. “That’s good.” With another mighty shove, he’s fully seated with his balls brushing against my ass. For a long time, he stays right there, all the way inside, throbbing and pulsing against me as my internal muscles clutch and contract around him. “Want to go for a ride, darlin’?” he asks in a low, sexy tone that makes my nipples tingle.
Before I can form a reply, he begins to move, slowly at first and then with more purpose, encouraged by my moans of pleasure and the moisture that pours forth from me, easing the way. The slow climb begins again, each stroke building on the one before until I stand at the brink of something so big and so powerful, my impulse is to hide from it. Somehow I know that this one will change me forever, and I fight it with every ounce of fortitude I can muster during the most astonishing sex of my life.
He seems to sense the battle I’m waging with myself and takes the decision out of my hands when he reaches down to where we’re joined, presses his fingers to my clit and sends me into orbit.
Groaning loudly, he goes with me, pushing so hard into me, I feel the heat of his release deep inside even as I crest the waves of my own wild ride. I’ve never imagined anything like the power we’ve created together.
His arms give out, and he collapses on top of me, not crushing me but surrounding me with his scent and his heat as he continues to throb inside me. Against my skin, I can feel the hard beat of his heart and hear his panting breath.
I need to get out of here. I have to collect what’s left of my senses and go home.
Chapter Three
Blake speaks first. “That was… I don’t have the words.”
All I can think about is escaping while I still can. “I need to get up.”
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to trap you under me.” His withdrawal isn’t much easier than his entry, and I wince as tender tissues ripple and stretch around him. With one hand around the end of the condom to hold it in place, he finally pulls free of me.
By then, I’m breathing heavily and perspiring again. On less than steady legs, I go to the bathroom, trying not to imagine how I must look from behind. My hair is a tangled mess, and the sight that greets me in the mirror is nothing short of frightening. I look like a woman who�
�s been well and truly ravished.
“Well, you got exactly what you wanted,” I whisper to my reflection. On the vanity, I find a brush and drag it through my hair. I splash water on my flaming cheeks and blot my face dry with a hand towel that smells like him. My nipples have gone from their usual pink shade to bright red thanks to his attention.
“Oh God,” I say out loud as a tremble shakes my body. “God.” With my hands on the counter, I let my head hang low, rolling it back and forth to relieve the tension in my shoulders.
This was a huge mistake—a mistake of epic proportions. In one hour, he’s managed to ruin me for all other men. Every other guy will be measured against him and found lacking, in more ways than one. The one thing I know for sure is I need to get the hell out of here before I make things worse than they already are.
His warm hands landing on my shoulders startle me out of my musings and mess with my resolve to escape. Pressing his fingers into muscles gone hard with tension, he kneads and strokes until they yield to him. Even my muscles are taking his side.
“I need to go,” I say, even though I’m not sure I can still walk.
“Why?” As his talented fingers continue their work, his lips find my neck, stirring a body so recently and thoroughly satisfied back to life.
I wriggle free of him and duck into the separate room that houses the toilet. I take care of business and rest my head against the cool wood door for a long moment, working up the wherewithal to leave. Lauren’s warning rings through my mind like church bells on Sunday. It’s only sex. You won’t find a home with him.
When I feel ready to face him and say what needs to be said, I open the door to find him leaning against the vanity in all his naked glory. Arms crossed over his broad chest, he watches me with the same intense scrutiny I’ve come to expect from him.
At some point, he disposed of the condom and his cock has hardened again. I wonder if he’s always hard.
“No,” he says. “It’s you.”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”