The Stand Off

by Z. Stefani

  It felt as if every muscle inside of her was jerking uncontrollably. She was trying to adjust her body to the onslaught of raw pleasure, but she could not stop twitching. It was just too much; she needed him to stop, even if it was only long enough for her to catch her breath.

  “Stop,” she said even though she was subconsciously spreading her legs wider to accommodate his powerful tongue. When he abruptly pulled his head back, she glared at him in surprise. Even though she’d requested it, she wasn’t expecting it, and she realized she hadn’t truly meant it.

  “You want me to stop?” he asked before he slowly slid his long tongue up her parted sex, stopping directly below her clit. He pulled back to look at her.

  “Yes.” She could feel his breath against her clit, and she fought the urge to crush her vagina against his face.

  He grabbed her thighs tightly and bent his head to her pussy. He slid his tongue down the center than dipped it in her opening before shooting straight up to circle her clit again.

  “Oh… damn,” she cried as she grabbed the mattress and tried to pull back. He held her tightly, refusing to let her go as he focused on her clit. It was too intense for her to remain still; it felt as if her clit would implode from the pressure. The moment that the stimulation became too much to bear was the exact moment that her body accepted it.

  He abruptly stopped and rose to his elbows to look at her.

  “What are you doing?” she snapped.

  “You told me to stop.” He answered and she shook her head. “Do you want me to continue?”

  “I…,” she could not will her brain to form a coherent answer.

  “Answer me,” he commanded before blowing directly on her clit.

  “No, I mean yes,” she said in confusion as she diverted her eyes. How did he expect her to answer a question when her clit currently controlled the majority of her brain?

  “Look at me,” he demanded, and she slowly turned back to face him, “Now tell me again.”

  “I don’t want you to stop,” she said as she spread her legs a bit wider.

  “I didn’t think so,” he said before he went back down and latched onto her clit for a moment. She screeched as he suckled it and just when she was positive her head would explode, he let go of it to run his tongue down to her opening. He pushed the tip of his tongue inside of her and wiggled it before sliding it out and back to the spot below her clit. He pinched her sex again and sucked her lips into his mouth.

  She arched her back and spread her legs to a painful degree. He continued to torment her, using his tongue to fully explore every inch of her pussy, except her clit. She lightly moaned in the back in her throat and her legs jerked every time he came close. Just when she was positive that she would die from the teasing, his long tongue slid directly across her clit. She cried out and braced her legs against the sides of his head, refusing to let him leave that spot.

  Her reaction intensified his own need; he was circling her clit, intent on pleasing her. He wanted her to come and he wanted her to come hard. Using his finger, he began to lightly circle the skin around her opening.

  She felt it spark at the root of her clit. The muscles in her legs began to spasm as the pleasure quickly intensified. She felt light headed and was having difficulty catching her breath. She’d never experienced anything so powerful before and was quickly becoming overwhelmed with the intense sensation.

  “Wait… wait, wait!” she cried out as the intensity increased.

  She tried to pull away but he held her tight, keeping a steady rhythm with his tongue. He felt her body tighten up and he knew it was coming.

  “Oh fuuuck!” she cried as it erupted inside of her. She grabbed his head and clutched handfuls of his hair as she arched her back deeply. She clamped her thighs tightly around his head as she cried out her release.

  He continued feasting on her until she lay perfectly still. He kissed her clit and her opening before going up to his knees. He undid his pants and released his thick erection before he bent back over to kiss her mouth.

  He pulled back to look at her for a moment, “Are you ready?”

  “No,” she answered although they both knew that she didn’t mean it.

  He kissed her for a moment as he positioned himself. He’d made her come hard enough that she was well lubricated and ready to accept him. He deepened the kiss as he began to push the thick head of his cock into her opening.

  She could feel the pain begin to register through the lust induced fog that had taken over her brain. What started as pressure was beginning to build. She shook her head, trying to pull her mouth from his demanding kiss, but he wouldn’t allow it. She tried to pull back as she felt the pain begin to increase. She felt him rip through the barrier and she screamed into his mouth as he popped his cock inside of her.

  “You have to relax, baby,” he whispered against her lips before he began to kiss her again. He reached between their bodies and began to caress her breasts.

  He began to move very slowly, taking care not to overly hurt her, despite the fact that he wanted to thrust deep and hard into her. He wanted to fuck her silly. He could feel her tight canal milking his cock and he could barely resist. He kissed her harder as he slid his cock a little deeper.

  “Hold onto me,” he demanded. When she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, he thrust himself into the hilt.

  She arched her back and tried to ease away for a moment, but he held her close.

  “Hold still,” he urged her. He found that he would also have to adjust to the feeling. She was exquisitely perfect, she felt like she’d been made for him. She was perfect enough to make him lose the control he’d never lost. He clenched his teeth and growled, trying to prevent himself from ejaculating prematurely.

  “You feel so fucking good; I don’t ever want to stop. I could stay inside of you forever,” he whispered in her ear as he pushed his cock as deeply as he could.

  She inhaled deeply and sunk her nails into his back as his thick cock completely filled her. She could feel her body stretch to accommodate him.

  “You’ll adjust, I promise,” he said as he kissed her lips and then kissed down to her breast. He took her nipple deep into his mouth as he trailed his hand back down to her sex. He slid his thumb across her clit and began to slowly get her back on track.

  She pushed her head back against the pillow and slid her hands up to his head as he suckled the tip of her breast.

  When he felt her body begin to loosen back up, he began to slide his cock out. He was careful and moving gently enough to cause her minimal damage. He began to slide in and out of her, ever so slowly as he continued to work her clit. He also paid close attention to her breasts, trying to work up the pleasure enough to diminish the pain. It wasn’t long before he had her coming again. He’d been trying his hardest to hold his own back; but when he watched her face as the orgasm began to hit her, he lost the last of his control.

  She cried out and clung to him as it burst through her like a million little zaps of electrified pleasure.

  “Fuuuuuck,” he roared like a beast as he ejaculated harder then he’d ever ejaculated in his life. He hadn’t even known it was possible to ejaculate that hard.

  He held her until her body began to ease down. He loved being inside of her and he would need to be in there again soon… very soon. But not right now, right now she would be too sore for what he had in mind. With deep regret he removed his well spent cock from inside of her.

  “As much as I want to continue fucking you for the rest of the night, you need some rest. Not to mention you would be sore for a month if I did what I wanted to do to you.” He smoothed the hair back from her head and kissed her forehead.

  “What do you want to do?” she asked in anticipation.

  “Nothing gentle,” he whispered before he pressed his lips against hers.

  She suddenly felt giddy and was consumed with excitement. She was eager to fully explore what he meant by: nothing gentle. She was ready to tell hi
m that they had plenty of time to do everything they wanted; when she remembered that there wouldn’t be any other time. He’d never offered more than this.

  It was a onetime thing in exchange for the building; that was all that he wanted. Even though they hadn’t discussed the agreement before they had sex, she knew that he would abide by the deal. Despite the fact that her mind was in turmoil, her body was totally relaxed. She was relaxed in a way that she had been unable to achieve for years. She closed her eyes as he began to rub her back. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to cover herself, but Dean yanked it back off.

  “Hey,” she objected as she tried to pull the cover back up.

  “I want to see you.”

  “You already saw everything and I mean everything! Isn’t that enough?”

  “No, that will never be enough for me. The fact that I have seen everything is the reason that I want to see it more. You have to stop being so shy around me.” He snatched the cover from her hand. “It astounds me that a woman brave enough to blackmail me with pornographic pictures could be so shy about her body.”

  “I’m just not used to it,” she tried to explain as she grabbed the cover.

  He yanked the cover and tossed it on the floor. “Then get used to it, I’m going to be looking at you all the time, and I want to see every single inch of you clearly. I’m going to invest in better lighting because of you.” He slid his hand over the small bruises on her thigh, “Tell me about these.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “I do,” he insisted and she looked away from him. “Look at me Lux.”

  She looked back up at him, but she was unsure how to answer so she decided to lie, “I’m clumsy.”

  He didn’t buy it for a second. “Tell me the truth.”

  “Stress,” she said flatly and began to chew on her lip.

  “That’s what you do to yourself when you’re stressed?”

  She shrugged, “Sometimes.”

  “Why?”

  “Life brings pain that I can’t control. This is the only pain that I can control, and I can use it to my advantage.”

  “Not anymore. I don’t ever want you to do that again. If you need something to distract you then you come to me.”

  “But I can’t control you.”

  “Yes you can… your consent gives you control.” He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arm around her. “Now let’s get some sleep, we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

  She pulled up to look at him, her sadness etched into her face. He held the back of her head and kissed her. She would feel much differently tomorrow.

  ***

  Dean heard his phone ringing but had no intention of moving. Not only was he exhausted but he was extremely comfortable. He was more comfortable on the inflatable mattress with Lux than he’d ever been in a real bed. He was spooning with her and the feel of her bare ass against his cock was stimulating him as well as sedating him. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his hand was wedged between her thighs. His middle finger was tucked between nether lips and the warmth from her body was pacifying him. His other arm was spread out beneath her head and she rested with her cheek on his bicep. Her thick hair was fanned out between them and he loved inhaling the fresh scent. Despite the annoying ring of his phone, he felt himself begin to doze. He was on the path to sleep when he felt Lux begin to move. He cursed under his breath, wishing he’d turned his phone off as he left his comfortable position to grab the menacing contraption.

  Lux was too comfortable to move. She loved the feel of Dean’s body pressed against hers. She could feel his cock hardening against her butt as he woke up. She also loved the feel of his hand cupping her awakening vagina. His finger was dangerously close to her clit and she knew that if she moved her hips, he would graze it. She was happy that he had ignored the phone and then equally pissed when he finally got up to answer it.

  Dean was going to shut off his phone at first but changed his mind when he saw that it was his brother. Johann would only let it ring that long if it were important. Not wanting to wake Lux, Dean eased off the mattress and walked towards the old kitchen to take the call.

  “What?” Dean snapped into his phone.

  “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all day,” Johann exclaimed.

  “I didn’t answer you for a reason. I’ve been busy,” Dean said.

  “You missed a very important meeting this afternoon.”

  “I’m sure that you handled it as well as I would have.”

  “No, he wants to talk to you. You really should have handled this one or at least given me a heads-up, I was unprepared. I want to know what’s so damn important that you would miss this meeting. I know you; you never miss meetings… never. I was afraid you were unconscious in some hospital bed because that’s the only thing that could prevent you from attending a business meeting of this caliber. But you’re obviously not unconscious, so what’s up? Please tell me you’re not with some chick.”

  Dean couldn’t tell him what was going on, so he decided to just go along with Johann.

  “I’m with some chick.”

  “Since when do you put females over work?”

  “This is work,” he lied.

  “Bullshit,” Johann snorted.

  “Believe what you want.”

  “Well when will you be back? Mr. Powell insists on speaking to you. Or haven’t you got your money’s worth,” Johann said figuratively speaking.

  “Oh I got my money’s worth. I just need to finish the last details and then I’m on my way.”

  “Wait… are you with Lux? That would actually make sense of things. Does this have anything to do with the building you’re signing over to her?”

  Dean hesitated before he answered, “Yes.”

  “I knew it. Does she know what you’re doing?”

  “No, she has no clue.”

  “I figured she’d see right through you; she’s a smart one.”

  “Luckily she bought the act 100 percent; she doesn’t suspect a thing.”

  “I would love to be there when you tell her.”

  “I’m not going to tell her; she will find out on her own.”

  “Okay, well I will leave you to that then.” Johann said.

  Lux pretended that she was asleep as she listened to every word that Dean said. She could only hear Dean’s side of the conversation and was devastated by what she’d heard.

  “Oh I got my money’s worth. I just need to finish the last details and I’m on my way.”

  “No, she has no clue.”

  She felt her insides churn and her heart begin to ache. She’d been played. As hard as she’d tried to avoid it, in the end she’d lowered her guard and allowed him to trick her.

  “Luckily she bought the act 100 percent; she doesn’t suspect a thing.”

  “I’m not going to tell her; she will find out on her own.”

  He’d gotten his money’s worth; he’d filled his conquest… he won. Now here she was, filled with feelings that he could never fulfill. It was as if in order for him to heal from his desire, he needed to infect her with the disease. And infect her he did. Now that she was toxic, and she was finally willing to admit that she wanted him, he was magically cured. He no longer had need for her, and she knew that. He’d never lied; he’d never told her it would be anything other than sex.

  She’d been right all along: he was callous, and he did take whatever he wanted. He was a tricky tongued womanizer, and she was a simpleton who had caught a case of the feelings but if he thought he was keeping that building, he was sadly mistaken.

  “Damn,” she whispered as she felt the tears sting her eyes. She’d done exactly what she’d sworn she wouldn’t. “I knew it; I’m so fucking stupid.”

  She jumped off the mattress and began to put her clothes on. It was then that Dean walked back into the room.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, surprised to see her out of bed and getting dressed.

 
“What does it look like?” she snapped as she grabbed her skirt and pulled it on.

  “Why are you getting dressed?”

  “I’m leaving,” she snarled at him before she turned to leave.

  “What? No you’re not, get back here.”

  He grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

  “Let go of me,” she demanded but he refused.

  “What the fuck is going on?”