Beautiful Losers (Modern Erotic Classics)

by Remittance Girl

  ‘Oh, dear God! That’s . . . that’s . . . wow.’

  Big hands tucked themselves beneath my chest and covered my breasts, kneading them and making my back arch. When I did, he planted his mouth on the nape of my neck and bit down. My whole body went limp. It wasn’t that I couldn’t move, it simply felt very good if I didn’t. I craved skin to skin contact so badly I thought something calamitous would happen if I didn’t get it. The minute he stopped biting, I squirmed and propped myself up, sphinx-like, until my back met his bare chest. I whimpered with relief.

  He must’ve misinterpreted my behaviour, because he bit my neck again, harder this time, and pushed me back down onto to bed. ‘Don’t move.’

  ‘Okay. I’ll try not to,’ I mewed.

  I could feel him make his way down the bed as I lay there hyperventilating. The anticipation of where he would next touch me built into a silent hysteria. Little quivers raced along my nerve endings and echoed in my muscles. I leaked juices liberally and shamelessly where my mound made contact with the bed. He just waited and waited. I could hear him breathing and I craned my head to see if I could inspire any mercy, but he was too far down the bed and my shoulder was in the way. The tension in my body was overwhelming.

  ‘Fuck, Sebastian! Just touch me, please. Anywhere!’

  ‘Where, Shira? You tell me where.’

  ‘Anywhere. God, just do it!’ I begged, in misery.

  ‘Anywhere?’

  ‘Yes, anywhere . . .’ It trickled out of me as a whine. ‘Please.’

  Anywhere turned out to be at the back of my right knee, just on the inside, with the flat of his tongue. He traced it up the back of my thigh, making my leg muscle tremble.

  ‘Fuck!’

  ‘Was that the anywhere you wanted?’ Hands pushed beneath my thighs and pulled them apart until the tendons hurt.

  ‘It’ll do.’ But my legs wouldn’t stop quivering. I could feel the long fingers slipping on the wet skin of my inner thighs. They squeezed and massaged.

  ‘I think you must be in some discomfort, darling. You’re making an awful mess of my bed sheets.’

  ‘Sorry,’ I lied.

  Sebastian planted his lips down on my right ass cheek and spoke to it. ‘Don’t be sorry, Shira. I’m quite flattered, actually.’ I could feel his breath fan out like fire over the surface of my skin.

  ‘Did I tell you how good you smell? It makes me so hungry.’ He pulled a hand out from under me.

  Then he bit my ass. Hard.

  Not a little bite, not a nip. He had a huge chunk of my ass between his teeth. I couldn’t breathe at first and, when I finally did scream, he slid two fingers into me, which put an end to my screaming. That was all it took, and I was coming all over his hand – convulsing with apocalyptic abandon. And just as I feared the muscles in my pelvis were going to tear themselves to shreds, he did something to top it. Releasing my poor butt cheek from his jaws, he slid his tongue between them and pressed it into my ass.

  I cursed, I yelled, I sobbed, I clawed at the sheets with bestial ferocity, and still I didn’t stop coming. My synapses were screaming just as loud as I was; my brain was going to melt and ooze out through my ears; I had to make him stop or I was going to die. Also, and something of a surprise to me, the whole experience gave me the most awful oral fixation. I craved to take his cock in my mouth with a singular sort of insanity.

  ‘No-o,’ I sobbed, wrenching myself out from under him and turning around. Fuck this passive shit, I thought. He sat back on his heels and looked a little shocked.

  ‘Thank you,’ I gasped breathlessly, sinking my mouth onto his cock.

  God, you can’t believe the relief. I skipped the tease, I simply had to have as much of his cock as would possibly fit in my mouth; the urge was carnivorous. I sucked. I was all suck and nothing else, and, fuck, it felt good.

  ‘Oh, Miss Shira, you are full of surprises,’ said Sebastian. He actually did sound surprised, just before he moaned. He leaned back and stroked my head, my face, my lips, as I devoured him. The problem was, as he got more erect and thicker, it became harder to suck him. I could only get about three-quarters of him into my mouth. I whined in frustration

  ‘My God, girl . . . Mmm . . . Shira . . . fuck, that’s good.’

  I could tell it was, because he started to move his hips. This was very nice, in principle. It felt wickedly erotic, until he nudged the back of my throat and I gagged. I backed off, breathed, and then redoubled my efforts, but as the head of his cock pushed against my palate, I gagged again and spluttered.

  ‘Oh dear. Stop right there,’ he said, and abruptly pulled my head away from his cock. ‘What we have here is a great deal of spirit and a woeful lack of experience.’

  I looked up at him, puzzled. ‘But, I don’t mind.’ I just wanted my mouth around that cock again.

  ‘But I do mind,’ he said, kissing my face, my ear, my neck. ‘It isn’t nice to know someone is in distress down there, Shira. It’s off-putting.’

  I backed away from him, feeling suddenly insulted and – well – terribly incompetent. All the arousal was suddenly gone, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. ‘I’m sorry. Teach me, then.’

  ‘Shirakins,’ he said, pulling me over onto the bed with him and wrapping me in his arms. ‘Sweetheart, kitten, yummy little thing.’ He was covering me with kisses, all over my face, talking to me as if I were a toddler. ‘It doesn’t matter. Not at all. Not in the least.’

  The lack of usual biting sarcasm made me feel worse. I blinked at him hard, trying not to cry. ‘I’m really sorry,’ I whispered and then started to choke up. ‘But if you don’t teach me, how am I going to get any better at it?’

  I don’t know why I was so upset, I just was. I heard Jean make a little uncomfortable sound in his throat from all the way across the room. In all the pleasure and misery, I’d completely forgotten he was there. My mortification grew exponentially.

  ‘What a strange little thing,’ Sebastian whispered in my ear, pulling me up onto his lap and rocking me. ‘Look at me.’ He pulled my chin up so I could hardly refuse. His face was dead serious and his gaze was steady. ‘I will teach you, okay? We’ll teach you, won’t we, Jean?’ he said a little louder.

  I heard a sniff from across the room. ‘Yes, we will, sweetheart. Promise,’ sobbed Jean. I couldn’t believe it. That boy was such a softie; he was crying in empathy! Suddenly the whole situation seemed hilarious. I snuffled and giggled at the same time. Sebastian gave me a huge grin.

  ‘See? We promise to teach you, only not just now.’ He pulled me into a kiss, like the one on the sofa in his workroom. Rolling me sideways, he attacked my lips and slid a hand down my back and over my ass, pulling my leg over his. ‘Now – right at this moment – I absolutely, positively must fuck you.’

  I didn’t say anything. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck, pressing my body against his. I didn’t know what to say.

  ‘Would that be all right with you?’ His mouth was right next to my ear.

  ‘Mm-huh’ I whimpered, sucking and biting at his neck and along his jaw line. Now I didn’t care much about anything. I just wanted to disappear into his body. It felt good, it smelled good, it tasted even better.

  ‘Jean? Do you think you could find us a . . . well, you know,’ Sebastian called out.

  Back in sensory mode, I was making my way down his chest to his nipple, where I encountered a dilemma. How do you suck someone’s nipple when it’s got a metal bar through it? I just thought I’d wing it and covered the whole area with my mouth.

  Sebastian gasped and pressed his chest to my mouth. I felt his hand cradle the back of my head and hold me there. ‘Harder,’ he moaned.

  This had the wonderful dual effect of giving me back some confidence and reigniting my lust. I did suck much harder, taking the whole thing between my teeth and biting.

  ‘Here, I peeled it for you.’ It was Jean’s voice, just above a whisper.

  ‘Oh .
. . thanks,’ gasped Sebastian. He slid an arm between us and wriggled back a bit to put the condom on.

  Blind and sensing, I found his other nipple and closed my lips around it, pinching the first one with my fingers while I sucked and licked at the second. His body shuddered pleasingly. I felt him reach around behind me and guide his cock, sliding the head of it between the lips and nudging at my opening.

  Sebastian wove fingers into my hair and pulled my head back to meet my eyes. His other hand was covering my ass. It was the first time he’d ever entered me slowly, and he watched me the whole time. I think he saw the initial discomfort flash across my face as he eased the head in, because he mouthed an apology just before the pleasure washed over his features.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ I said softly.

  His lips parted, eyelids partly closing. Then he blinked and opened them lazily, revealing the deepest, darkest puddles of lust.

  ‘Shirakins, you do feel absolutely wicked around my cock,’ he teased, pushing me onto him.

  ‘Th-thank you.’ My cunt muscles were screaming and fluttering, but any moment I knew they would calm down and relax.

  When he started to fuck me, it was in time to our breathing. He kept eye contact, showing me how every inch of the journey felt to him.

  ‘I like you, I do. Did I tell you?’ His words were stuttered in time with his thrusts. Slow and even.

  ‘Yes.’ I reached for his nipple and twisted slightly. Oh, that’s what the bar was for.

  ‘I apologize,’ he murmured. He slipped his hand between our bodies, fingertips searching out my clit. It occurred to me that keeping his hand there couldn’t be very comfortable for him, but the minute he found what he was looking for, I just didn’t care.

  ‘For what?’ My concentration was going. He had never fucked me like that before – that gently. Touching me like that. And despite the size, it felt so good. Unbearably good.

  ‘I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.’

  I shook my head and whimpered. How could he stay so completely sane in the middle of all this pleasure? It was so fucking evil. It was manipulative. He had an unfair advantage. How could he fuck me like this and keep up a conversation? Was this a guy thing? A Sebastian thing?

  ‘You know what I like about fucking you?’

  ‘No,’ I squeaked, shaking my head again, rocking against another thrust.

  ‘You fuck . . .’ He paused and sighed. ‘You fuck like it’s a secret. Like it’s wrong.’

  I gasped, clutching onto his shoulder, the net of neurons firing, my muscles trembling.

  ‘Like you hate yourself for liking it.’ He was panting now. Every roll of his hip was smooth, even, sliding the words into my head. His fingertip slid and squirmed around my clit. ‘It makes me hot, Shira. Knowing I can make you feel that way.’

  A burst of heat ripped through my pelvis. I flooded around him and twitched. The pleasure roared up like a bright flare of fear. ‘Oh Jesus. Sebastian. I’m . . .’

  ‘Coming, yes.’ He covered my mouth with his, breathing against my lips. I keened into his mouth when the spasms began. The strange, humming bliss burned everything else away. ‘Open your eyes,’ he hissed. ‘Open them.’

  I hadn’t noticed I’d closed them. And amidst the storm of sensation, I could hardly force them open. He was looking into me as he thrust up. For a moment, I couldn’t actually tell whose orgasm was whose. His cock grew and twitched in me; I thought I heard some secret sound his body made as he ejaculated – my whole body shook in response. Still he wouldn’t release my gaze. He was pouring something into me with his eyes: something enormous and tangled, dark and frighteningly intense.

  ‘Shira, I . . .’

  I closed my eyes. ‘Please, Sebastian,’ I panted, trying to catch my breath. ‘You’ve fucked with me enough. Just shut up.’

  CHAPTER NINE:

  INDISCRETIONS

  When I tried to disentangle myself, Sebastian wouldn’t let me go. After all the coming was done and my consciousness rose above waist level, I kept returning to the moment I had gagged on his cock. I was reminded of a deep desire for the earth to swallow me up.

  ‘Can we do a group hug now?’ demanded Jean.

  ‘Oh, by all means!’ I motioned him over to the bed.

  He leapt on us with a flying tackle and pushed his face between us, showering kisses everywhere. ‘That was just so . . . so passionate, and tension filled; there was drama and tears and giggling and lust. Well, it’s a whole lot better than gay porn, I can tell you! When was the last time you watched anything that made you cry and hard at the same time? Huh?’

  ‘And you’re still hard,’ said Sebastian, chuckling.

  ‘Oh, so I am. Pardon me.’ Jean draped himself over Sebastian’s side and squirmed affectionately.

  It gave me the exit I required. I worked my way to the edge and slid off the bed. ‘I’ll dispose of that for you, if you’d like,’ I offered, pointing at the condom still on Sebastian.

  ‘No, I’ll do it. My mess and all.’

  ‘Oh, for God’s sake, don’t be squeamish. Give it here!’ I held out my hand.

  Gingerly, he pulled the condom off so that the liquid stayed inside, knotted it neatly and held it up by his thumb and forefinger. Taking it with the same care, I trotted into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. After disposing of the item, I ran the bath. I was starting to think I would smell permanently like sex if I kept having this much of it.

  Above the noise of the running water, Jean and Sebastian were talking and giggling. My paranoia was getting the best of me and I was sure they were having a good old laugh about how Shira wasn’t much of a cocksucker. My insides knotted. Straight guys didn’t care if you gagged; they were just happy you’d go down on them at all. What the fuck was I doing here?

  After turning off the taps and stepping into the tub, I slid down in the water until it reached my chin. Now they weren’t even laughing. They were just talking softly. I couldn’t make out any of the words, except Jean squeaking, ‘Well, I told you so!’

  Told him what? Told him that I was just a girl. I sank beneath the surface and lay in the bottom of the tub, looking up through the greenish water, listening to my heartbeat pound in my ears.

  It reminded me of Sebastian. Did I fuck like I hated myself for liking it? Like it was a secret? What did that mean anyway? And why did he have to say those things?

  There was that lovely hissing sound, blood rushing through my veins under the pressure of the water.

  Maybe that was just another part of his manipulative nature, to fuck with your mind while he fucked you? Maybe he just couldn’t help himself. Maybe that’s just what got him off, more than the sex.

  That hissing sound built and became a roar, dwarfing even the sound of my heartbeat as I started to run out of air. I swallowed and waited for the initial urge to surface to pass and it did, like it always does. Something floaty took over.

  I can’t suck cock, I thought idly. I can’t suck cock. Well, at least I can count. One, two, three, four . . .

  ‘OH, MY GOD! SHIRA!’

  I burst through the water and opened my eyes. Jean and Sebastian were standing there, stark naked, looking down at me.

  ‘What? For fuck’s sake, what?’ I bellowed back.

  ‘Shira, you scared us. We thought you’d drowned yourself or something!’ Jean was shrieking like a lunatic.

  I looked from one to the other. ‘Are you right out of your minds?’ I demanded in disbelief. ‘I’m not going to drown myself just because I can’t suck cock. It’s important, I know, but it’s not that fucking important.’

  The two of them stood there staring at me. Jean looked at Sebastian; Sebastian looked at Jean. They both looked back at me. Then they laughed. And laughed, fell about, and laughed some more. Jean was laughing so hard he was leaning against the wall, clutching onto the towel rail. Sebastian had dropped to his knees and was propping himself up on the toilet lid, laughing.

  I smoothed my wet hair back f
rom my face. ‘It’s not funny.’

  Now Jean was sounding like he was choking, making these horrible asthmatic sounds. Sebastian wasn’t making any sound at all; his face was buried in his arm. He just looked like he was dry heaving.

  ‘It’s not that funny.’

  I could tell they weren’t going to stop and they weren’t going to get out of the bathroom. They were going to have their overblown fits of hysteria and revel in my embarrassment. I huffed and slipped under the surface again, resuming my interrupted count.

  A hand grabbed my hair under the water and pulled me up. It was Sebastian. I wiped the water out of my eyes and glowered at him sulkily. He was smirking, but at least he’d stopped laughing.

  ‘Shira, you must be the only girl I’ve ever met who even cared.’ He kissed me deeply and then sat back on his heels, letting his hands dangle in the water. ‘It’s just not that important. And anyway, it’s totally fixable. Why in the world do you think I’d care that much?’

  ‘Because you’re gay. You’re fucking perfectionists about shit like that. And I said I was sorry, and that’s all I can do. Isn’t it?’ The pitch of my voice rose again as my defence mechanism kicked in. I looked around but Jean had left. He was out in the bedroom, still cackling, almost peeing himself with laughter.

  ‘He only thinks it’s funny because you got so upset about it. He bawled me out when you went into the bathroom. He told me I was a bastard . . . I shouldn’t have said anything. He was right. I’m sorry.’ Sebastian took a big breath and levelled his gaze. ‘I only said something because I thought you were doing it, and feeling uncomfortable.’

  ‘No. I’m glad you were honest. If you’d just put up with it, I’d feel way worse.’

  ‘Do you want me to wash your back?’ It was clearly a peace gesture.

  What I most wanted was some time to myself, and a good self-indulgent sulk. But if I refused him, he’d think I was still holding a grudge. I reached for the soap in the dish. ‘Sure, that would be nice,’ I said, handing him the bar of soap.