by Izzy Sweet
“I thought it was obvious…” I explain softly.
He laughs a rough, self-deprecating laugh. “Perhaps to any other meathead... Fuck!” He sucks in a loud breath, drops his head and curses loudly again.
My eyes roam over him. His shoulders are tense and his arms are stiff, the veins bulging as he holds himself away from me. He’s put a little distance between us but I can still feel his erection, hot and pulsing, poking me in the thigh.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask.
He looks up at me and shakes his head. “Of course not.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
He jerks as if surprised by my question.
Fearing that he’s having second thoughts, I gather up my courage and stare up at him. “Aren’t you going to finish what you started?”
“Christy,” he groans, his stupid sense of honor still holding him back.
“Please Alex,” I plead, squirming beneath him.
That little pinch only temporarily muted my desire for him. Now that the pain has faded away, the throb has returned with a vengeance.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes locking on mine and gleaming with emotion.
“Yes,” I groan. “I’m sure. I want you to be my first.”
“Fuck,” he curses and shudders above me. “I’m a bastard.”
“Please Alex,” I beg softly, grabbing his face with both of my hands. “You can’t leave me like this.”
Looking deep into his eyes, I watch the last of his resistance crack. “If it hurts, if you want to stop, just tell me,” he says gruffly.
I eagerly nod my head.
“I’ll try my best to go slow…”
I nod my head and then pull his head down for a kiss. He groans and shudders as my lips press against his lips.
Sliding my leg against his leg, I rock my hips up, showing him that I want it.
His kiss deepens, his tongue thrusting against mine harder. I struggle to keep up with him, becoming too focused on our lips.
Then I feel it, something hard pushing into me and another pinch of resistance as my body tries to deny him entrance. But the pain only lasts a moment before something breaks inside of me.
He thrusts all the way in.
I feel a little sore and so very full of him.
“Alex,” I gasp against his lips.
Slowly he begins to pull back, and fearing that he’s decided to stop, I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass.
“Fuck,” he curses against my lips and thrusts forward, filling me back up.
“That feels so good,” I moan as all these new delicious sensations hit my senses.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, sounding strained as he pulls back and thrusts forward again.
“No,” I pant and clench down, tightening my thighs around his hips. “It feels amazing.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans out from between his teeth as he slowly pumps himself in and out of me. Fighting through my clench.
Words fail me as he thrusts deep and grinds against my clit.
I throw my head back, swept away by a wave of overwhelming pleasure that steals all my breath.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, his cock gliding faster and faster with my wetness. Creating this aching pressure that keeps building and building.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Christy,” he says huskily.
I feel more of his weight come down on me. His hands grab me by the thighs and I open my eyes to see him staring hard at me.
Something flashes in his eyes and then he grins. “And now you’re mine.”
Pulling my thighs up higher, he tips my hips up and then he’s suddenly hitting a spot inside of me that feels crazy amazing.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, nearly screaming.
His chest smashes against my breasts, squishing them between us, and his breath is hot against my neck as I clutch at his shoulders for dear life.
There’s something about that spot that he keeps hitting that’s driving me crazy. It’s impossible for me to remain still and my head thrashes back and forth against the bed.
It’s almost too much. Too much pleasure, too much sensation. Too much pressure. I’m half afraid I’m going to die from it.
I start to push at his shoulders, not entirely aware of what I’m doing.
“Don’t fight it,” he growls and then his fingers are wrapping around my wrists, pinning them above my head.
But I can’t help it. I have the strangest urge to fight him. To sink my teeth into his shoulder and scratch my nails down his back.
His hips thrust faster, his body crashing into my body. “Just let go, baby.”
“Alex,” I whine, wanting to tell him I can’t but unable to get the words past my lips as the strongest wave of pleasure yet rolls through me.
I squirm and arch my body beneath his body. Wanting to get away yet wanting to get closer to him.
I can barely hear him over the loud slapping of his skin against my skin. “I got you,” he growls. “Trust me.”
I don’t understand what’s happening but I’m running out of the strength to fight it. Shifting above me, his chest leaves my breasts and his hands open, releasing my wrists. But before I can shove him away or buck him off me, he’s pushing my knees forward until they nearly touch my chin.
“Come for me, baby,” he grunts.
In this new position, he’s able to hit the deepest part of me. His cock pounding into my pussy as his balls slap against my ass.
Inside me it feels like something cracks and then I’m bursting open.
“Alex,” I scream, over and over again.
The waves of pleasure are so intense my entire body feels like it’s convulsing with the orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he roars, swelling up inside me.
The walls of my sex spasm around him, gripping him and pulling him in.
Above me he shudders and the pounding of his cock slows until he’s thrusting into me with a deep, rolling rhythm that grinds against my clit.
For an eternity it feels like we’re locked together, helpless in the throes of our bliss.
Then he collapses on top of me with one last, “Fuck.”
We relax against each other, spent.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alex
Sometime last night, after our second session of trying to break each other into a billion pieces, we fell asleep just listening to each other breathe. It was one of the most peaceful nights I have ever had sleeping.
I have both my girls in bed with me, one snoring like a freight train and the other drooling a bit on my chest.
Last night, we felt natural. It was like we were made for each other. My cock stretched her completely and fully. Her breasts molded perfectly against my chest. Her thighs were tight around my waist. It just felt right.
But now my conscience is nagging at me about the fact that I just took the virginity of an eighteen-year-old girl.
Fuck. That’s a first for me. I know some guys, even at my age, love bagging a virgin. That’s not me, I usually prefer a girl with a bit more experience. It’s just easier to not to deal with all the emotions of taking some girl’s cherry.
Am I an ass for thinking like that? Probably. But fuck, in my life it’s easier to feel that way and not let myself get attached to anyone.
Most of the women out there that are attracted to guys like me are usually in it either for the money, fame or danger. Shit, sometimes they’re in it for all three. Now, I just took the cherry of a girl who’s way too young, way too inexperienced, and way more than I deserve.
How the fuck did I luck out? Even with that drooling thing, she is fucking hot. Like stupid fucking hot. She should be on TV or walking down a runway.
Not here in my bed with a schmuck like me.
I’m a schmuck, but I’m not stupid. I know I could do that push her away for her own good thing because I’m almost twice her age. But that won’t happen. She’s mine,
and she’ll be lucky if she doesn’t get my named tattooed across her ass.
Property of Beast
It’s not truly that hard to put my conscience in its place when it comes to thinking about Christy. Our future from here on out is together. Like I told her last night, she’s mine. Maybe not my slave, but I sure as hell am going to keep her.
Wrapping my arm tightly around her shoulders, I hug her to me. The sun is going to be coming up any moment now and the day will be starting. Fuck, there never is enough hours in the day.
My phone begins to chirp cricket sounds, my alarm going off. Reaching over to swipe it away, I feel Christy shift around on my chest. I flip the lamp on beside us and it lets out a dim glow that will slowly brighten up.
“Ugh, why is your chest wet?” she asks as she lifts her head off me.
“You drool.”
“There is no way that was me…” she laughs.
Nodding my head, I say, “Sweetheart, you drool worse than Muffin.”
Rolling her eyes, she pushes away from my chest. “Just admit it, Old Man, you were drooling and sweating over this hot young body.”
Snickering, I drag her back to me. Grabbing her hand, I push it down to my quickly stiffening cock.
“This is what shows how hot you are. It’s kind of like a thermometer—the hotter and sexier you are, the stiffer it gets.”
She gasps at the feeling of my cock growing in her hand, and I kiss the side of her neck. Her skin still has that sweet, succulent taste.
Pushing her to her back, I smile before I begin working down to her sculpted shoulder, right where the hollow spot is. The skin there is so soft, so smooth, I must kiss it.
Lifting my head from her shoulder, I work my way down, towards her breasts. Kissing the left then the right. I don’t stay there long though, I need to taste more of her.
Last night we fucked twice. I didn’t get to do all the things I wanted to do so badly because of my pure need to stake a claim. This morning, though, is the time to make sure she knows I’m the only fucking man for her.
Period. End of story.
Me.
My cock slides from her loose fingers as I pull down her body. I don’t think she has a clue about how I am going to rock her world.
I’ve gotten a shit ton of girls hanging all over me because of what I can do with my cock, but my tongue is on a whole other level altogether.
Christy likes to fight me when we fuck. I have no clue why, but last night it was like we were going at it in the cage. It was one of the sexiest fucking things I have ever felt, so me going down on her should be just as fucking good.
Kissing around her belly button, I let my tongue dip in it a couple of times before I slowly work my way down towards her abdomen. She gasps when I hit the fleshy dip between her mound and her hip bone.
“Wha… What are you doing?”
Looking up, I smirk at her. “Making sure you know you’re mine now.”
Putting my lips down on the small patch of hair above her mound, I give it a small kiss. She gasps again but this time she sounds like she’s shocked.
“Are you going to?”
Nodding my head, I dart my tongue down between her lips and brush it against her sensitive little clit. Her hips buck up hard.
Fuck, she almost broke my nose. This is going to be a wild ride.
Putting my arms under her legs, I reach around them to take a good hold of her hips.
Looking up, past her mons, I see her wide blue eyes staring down at me. Staring into those blue eyes, I move down and lick between her folds. My tongue drags up from the bottom of her slit to swipe right across her clit.
“Fuck,” she groans out, and her eyes roll back into her head. She falls back on the bed and her fingers grip my hair.
Yep, this is gonna be good. Licking again, I pull each fold of her beautiful pussy into my mouth, suckling on them.
At first, she is pretty damn coherent with her words—telling me how good it feels and all that. Coherent until I switch from long hard swipes of her pussy to sucking in that little clit.
Each time I suck it in, I flick my tongue against it. She’s becoming so wet now, and her little pussy is fucking mouthwatering.
I’m enjoying this way too fucking much. I just can’t seem to get enough of her. One taste is never going to be enough.
Fuck, I am so hooked.
Her hips roll as I bring her from one peak to the next. She tries to fight me, tries to fight all the little orgasms I push her through but I don’t let her get away. I’m proving a fucking point here.
She’s going to come, and she’s going to like it, dammit.
Her legs wrap around my head and she squeezes them tight.
Fuck.
Releasing her hips, I have to pry her thighs open so I can breathe.
All that thrashing and bucking… I don’t think I have ever been with a woman who was as responsive as she is. No matter what I did, she was like putty in my hands.
When she trusts that I won’t be continuing, she pants at me. “Oh my god… You wouldn’t stop… You… You forced me throu…”
Chuckling, I crawl up beside her and pull her tight into my arms. “I told you I was going to make you mine. You’re lucky you have to work today.”
She twitches in my arms for a few minutes and catches her breath. “What time is it?”
Grabbing my phone, I bring it up to her eyes and laugh when she says, “Holy shit! Do we have enough time to shower and eat breakfast?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, as long as only you shower.”
“Huh?”
“Well, I wanted to join you, but if I do, you’ll be really late.”
“In the shower? Really?”
This must all be pretty new to her. “Yep.”
I kiss her hard on the mouth before I let her go. “Time to get a move on. You jump in the shower and I’ll go get breakfast ready.”
Wrapping my sheet around her chest like a dress, she looks back at me. Staring at me with intense eyes, she asks, “You said I was yours last night and again today… Why?”
“I thought it was obvious,” I answer.
“What is?”
“Christy, I just claimed the fuck out of you. There is no way I am going to let you get away from me.”
Again with the intense staring. I don’t know what is going on behind those eyes and just as I’m about to ask she nods her head. “Yeah, well, that goes both ways, Old Man. You’re my bitch now.”
It takes me a moment to comprehend what she just said, and when I do she’s already running to the bathroom, naked as can be. Her giggling follows her out into the hallway.
The sheet she dropped from her chest trips me up and it’s the only reason I don’t take a swipe at her pert ass cheek with my hand.
* * *
We’re sitting again in front of the shitty ass burger joint she works at, not talking, just staring at the building. It’s almost time for her to go in and she has yet to put on her beanie cap with the propeller.
I am starting to shake with anxiety from the thought that she won’t let me spin the little blades again.
“Stop it!” she growls as I motion to her backpack for the fifth time.
“Look… Just put it on. I promise I’ll be good.”
“No. You’ll just make the blades spin again. I feel like Tweedledee when I wear it. Though, that does make you Tweedledum…” she says with a laugh.
“Keep up with the jokes, Christy. Just see what happens the next time I go down on you. You can only fight me so much.”
She blushes a deep crimson and shakes her head at me. “Pervert.”
“Yes, I am.”
“God… I really don’t want to go in.”
“Put your two weeks in. Like I said, I got you. You need to be training more than you need this job.”
“I… Okay… I’ll do it when I get in.” Her words come out with confidence at the end. Good, she needs more confidence in everything she does.
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br /> “Good. Just make sure you steal the hat when you quit.”
“I fucking hate you,” she says, and she swats at my hand that’s trying to sneak into her backpack.
Leaning over, I pull her in by the neck, kissing her thoroughly. We both moan as the passion builds between us, threatening to spill over.
Pulling away, I say, “I’ll be here tonight to get you.”
“Okay.”
Watching her get out of the car, I smile. I swear she wiggles hips for me as she walks to the door.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Christy
Walking into work sucks. I’d much rather be spending the day with Alex, in bed with him, but an obligation is an obligation.
I don’t like my job but seriously, who likes working? The managers have been good to me though. Working with me on my schedule and always giving me extra hours when I needed them. I can’t just up and quit on them, it just doesn’t feel right to me. I owe them at the very least my two weeks notice.
The first couple of hours drag by and I shift behind the counter, restless. The first thing I did after pulling on my hat and clocking in was talk to my shift manager, Diane. I let her know of my plans to quit, and she seemed sincere when she told me she was sad to see me go but wishes me the best.
Getting that out of the way was a huge relief, but now I have little to do but take orders and watch the time pass by slowly, tick by tick. I don’t know how I’m going to survive the next two weeks, especially with my thoughts drifting towards Alex.
I can’t stop thinking about how intense he looked when he was above me. How his dark eyes burned into me, or how he covered me with his body, his weight pinning me down. He made me feel so small and weak but in a good way.
He stripped all the control away from me and for once in my life I felt free…
I shake my head and take a deep breath, resisting the urge to fan my face with my hand. If I don’t stop thinking about Alex, I’m never going to make it through this shift. I’m actually looking forward to the lunch rush and the distraction it will provide when my worst nightmare walks in.