by Sky Corgan
For the next ten minutes, we feed the ducks. I switch between hand-feeding them and tossing out bits of bread. A mother with her ducklings comes ashore, and I about die of a cuteness overload.
“How adorable,” I squeal as I reserve a slice of bread exclusively for the mother duck.
Tristan's smile softens as he watches me feed her. “Do you like kids?”
“Mhm.” I nod, trying not to fawn too much over the adorable little fuzzy ducklings.
“How many do you want someday?”
“Two.” I always pictured myself having a boy and a girl. The perfect family.
“I'd like two as well,” he says thoughtfully.
“Awe duckies, I'm out of bread.” I frown as the last of the bread gets devoured. It's both a sadness and a relief. I kind of want the momma and her babies to stick around, but at the same time, I'd like all the ducks to disperse so I can spend more time concentrating on Tristan.
“I'm sure someone else will come along to feed them,” he reassures me.
“I'm sure. They definitely won't starve to death.” I dust off my hands and return to the blanket.
Tristan scoots next to me, wrapping his arm me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I lean into him, sighing contently. What an amazing day. Little do I know that it's about to take a drastic turn.
CHAPTER FOUR
We're back at Tristan's house and inside his bedroom. The motorcycle ride here wasn't so bad, mainly because my mind was focused on how perfect everything has been. I know what happens next, and I'm surprisingly ready for it. Everything with Tristan just feels so right. I don't regret giving myself to him at all, not like I thought I would.
“Did you like your surprise?” he asks, approaching me with lust in his eyes. He cups my cheek with his hand, sliding his thumb across my bottom lip. I take it into my mouth, feeling my own desires coming to life.
“Mhm,” I moan softly, nodding.
“I have another surprise for you.” He takes a step closer. I give him a confused look, following his lead as he backs me up against the wall.
“What surprise might that be?” My words are cut off by his lips pressing hungrily against mine. This kiss is a lot less gentle than the ones at the park, filled with need and carnal urges. I suck on his tongue, feeling the blood pumping through my body, heading straight to my clit to make it throb.
“It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” He turns me around to face the wall. Nervousness fills me. Hopefully, he doesn't want to give it to me in the butt. That's not really something I think I'm into.
I listen to the soft sound of rustling clothes, and then he slips something over my head, obscuring my view. Instantly, all arousal washes away with panic, and I reach my hand up to stop him. “Tristan, no.” I pull at the blindfold.
“Shhh,” he whispers into my ear, though he doesn't recoil. “Trust me. I haven't hurt you yet, have I?”
“I don't like this,” I insist, standing as still as a statue. We're at some strange sexual stalemate. He's not backing off, but neither am I.
“I'll make you like it. I promise.” He kisses my earlobe, and I melt. His voice is soothing, making me believe him. I think about what he said earlier about not knowing if you like something unless you try it. I didn't like the motorcycle ride, but I got used to it. Maybe this will be similar. Maybe I will like it. He's given me such an amazing day. I do want to return the favor, and if this is the only way that I can, then I suppose it won't hurt.
“Fine.” I relent, putting my hands against the wall and allowing him to finish tying the blindfold behind my head.
“That's a good girl.” He kisses the back of my head when he's done. “Don't move.”
It feels scary not being able to see anything, but I trust him. He hikes my dress up over my hips and immediately goes for my underwear, pulling them all the way down to the floor. I wonder if he noticed I actually wore something cute for him, a pair of yellow and white stripped bikini briefs to match the dress. I tried to find some with flowers, but this was as close as I could get.
“This is going to sting, but it should feel good,” he warns me two seconds before his hand slaps across my ass. The sound of it makes me jump just as much as the feel. It's so unexpected.
His hands keep my dress in place while he moves behind me. Within seconds, his lips are on my ass, kissing the stinging away. My cheeks flush with warmth. This is all so strange to me, but it's not bad. Just knowing he's touching me turns me on.
“Lean towards the wall,” he instructs me as he pulls my hips back a little. I step out of my underwear as I move to accommodate him.
His wet tongue slips between my ass cheeks, causing a shiver to roll down my spine. What he's doing is so crude, but I don't want him to stop. Every new sensation I experience with him is amazing. And above all, I just want him touching me. I just want him loving me.
He spreads my ass cheeks with his hands, and then I feel his tongue dip lower, lapping between my pussy lip and licking me all the way from front to back. A tiny gasp escapes my throat as I feel his mouth so close to my heated core. I want him to lick me there. I want him to suck on my clit and plunge his tongue inside of me, but he doesn't.
Tristan stands up behind me. I know he's standing because he's pressing his full body against mine. I can feel his arousal beneath his jeans. Again, I worry that he might be wanting to have sex with me in the ass. Don't knock it til you try it, I try to remind myself. It's difficult though. I've always considered that an out hole only.
Thankfully, his focus seems to shift. He reaches around me and grabs both of my breasts, pulling me against him while he kneads them roughly over my dress for a few seconds before he drags me away from the wall completely. I take timid steps, allowing him to lead me around the room. He backs me up against the bed, picking me up to set me on top of it. I marvel at his strength, imagining his biceps flexing as he lifts me. God, how I wish I could see him. The sight of him turns me on so much more.
His body loses contact with mine, and I hear the rustling of clothes. Then his fingers do a teasing sweep across my mound, and I feel him crawling on top of me. I'm forced to lay back as his imposing body covers mine. My knee brushes against his stomach, and I realize he's taken off his shirt. My clit pulses in approval.
A warm wetness touches my cheek as he licks up the side of it. Normally, I'd be grossed out be something like that, but in this moment, it just feels so sensual. His lips move over to meet mine, and I return his affection in kind, savoring the sweet feel of our mouths pressed together. I can almost taste the passion coursing through him. It's absolutely exquisite.
He pulls away from me again, and I feel his large palms circling my breasts, squeezing and kneading. My back arches to press harder against him, enjoying the stimulation.
“I'm going to take your dress off now,” he tells me, and I readjust myself, so he can pull it over my head, rendering me naked. His hands return to my breasts seconds later, feeling so much better now that they're bare, and I can feel my nipples slipping between his fingertips and being squeezed.
When his mouth moves to suck on one of my taut peaks, I practically cry out in pleasure. Maybe it is a bit nicer not being able to see it coming. All of my nerves are on alert, my other senses heightened from my lack of sight.
He moves from one nipple to the other, his tongue circling it before he bears down, teasing and nibbling until my nether region is in a fit of mini-contractions. My mouth is all soft moans as he flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth over the swollen bud, sucking and biting and tugging until I worry I might come just from this alone.
He takes his time worshiping my body and kissing down it before he finally repositions himself between my legs. He loops his hands beneath my knees and grabs my hips, pulling me towards the end of the bed, bowing my legs around his broad shoulders. Then his hands slide beneath my knees and he pushes my legs up, so I'm fully exposed to him. I know what's coming next. One of my favorite parts.
“Hold them to your chest. If you want to be rewarded, you'll do as I say.” There's a strange hint of dominance to his voice, and I acquiesce. I want my reward, and he doesn't hesitate in giving it to me.
He spreads my pussy lips with his fingers and dives in with his tongue, making me groan in pleasure as he sucks and licks me with deft skill. The first orgasm of the night races to the surface, taking my breath away. I cry out, curling my fingers around the comforter as I writhe on the bed.
Tristan backs away from my heated core, allowing my legs to bow open and relax as he moves to tease me with his fingers instead. He rubs tight circles over my taint, and my clit throbs in the hope that he'll penetrate me. He's being horribly indecisive though, swiping the pad of his finger up and down the wetness between my pussy and my ass.
Finally, he makes his choice, pressing a finger against the tight pucker that I've never even considered having penetrated by anything before. My body tenses as he slips it inside. It feels strange to have him probe me in such a forbidden place. He probes slowly in and out, but I get little pleasure from it.
It's not my favorite thing. Perhaps he's already figured it out, because his mouth returns to my clit to steal my focus. I'm still sensitive from the last orgasm, but it feels amazing. Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I rake my fingers through his hair. Feeling his soft blonde locks beneath my fingertips only intensifies my pleasure, knowing that it's him between my legs.
“I love how you're so vocal,” he murmurs into me, knowing he's driving me right back up that cliff to oblivion.
I am vocal. I can't help it. Everything he does just feels so incredibly good. It's like nothing I ever imagined. No wonder people get addicted to this.
He begins to finger my ass faster, and it oddly starts to feel good when coupled with him sucking on my clit. The friction helps to bring my climax to the surface, and soon I'm coming all over his face a second time, my body squeezing around his persistent digit.
Finally, he withdraws, and I feel completely lost without him, wondering where he's gone. Wondering what's going to happen next.
“You get so wet for me,” he groans, obviously pleased with what he's seeing. I'm a bit embarrassed, but I can't help it. My body has a mind of its own when it comes to him, and it seems to always be in the gutter.
I feel his finger pressing against my asshole again, and then I feel another one slipping inside of my cunt. He penetrates both holes at the same time, immediately picking up the pace as he thrusts in and out of me. My mouth feels like it's stuck in a permanent O as I moan from the pleasure. This feels good. Really good.
“Tristan,” I whisper his name, though it's quickly cut off with another embarrassing moan of pleasure as his mouth returns to my clit for yet a third time. He's so relentless. Wasn't making me come twice enough? I want his cock inside of me now, but at the same time, I don't want him to stop. I like that he's taking his time. I like that it's all about me.
“I could never get enough of your pussy,” he tells me before he presses his lips around my clit and vibrates his face back and forth. I think I'm going to die from pleasure. It's just so much.
“Please, I can't. Not again,” I beg.
“You will. I'm going to make you come more times than you can count.”
I give in to his demand and my own desire, overwhelmed by the intensity of having both of my holes filled and my clit teased at the same time. The third climax is so strong that my eyes actually water. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe he's giving me so much.
My body feels drained when he finally pulls his fingers out of me. Even though I haven't done anything, I'm so exhausted from all the orgasms I've had that I could probably pass out. I know he's not done though. This has just begun.
I lay there and catch my breath as I listen to the rustling of clothes again. A zipper being pulled down. The sound of shoes hitting the floor. Tristan is taking off the rest of his clothing.
When the bed shifts beside me, I know he's returned. He scoops my head up with his hands, guiding me into a sitting position. My mouth collides with the tip of his cock, making me jump a bit. I wasn't expecting this, and to be honest, I'm not sure if I'm quite ready for it. What choice do I have though? He spent a good fifteen minutes between my legs. I'd be a complete bitch for not returning the favor.
“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asks. His words are gentle, not mocking at all. I can't help but wonder if he can see the apprehension on my face.
“No.” I admit, licking my lips and preparing for the intrusion.
“It's like sucking on an oversized lollipop.”
“And you would know, how?” I tease him.
“Just open your mouth.” The dominance returns, and I do as I'm told.
He wastes no time gliding inside. His cock fills my mouth completely, overwhelming me a bit. My first instinct is to pull back, but I force myself not to. He's already begun bucking his hips, doing most of the work for me. He tastes surprisingly clean. Then again, I'm not quite sure what I was expecting.
The more I suck on him, the more I begin to enjoy it. I like the feel of his bulbous glans pressing toward the back of my throat. I like the feel of the veins in his length as they glide over my tongue. I even like the slight stickiness leaking from his slit.
A new-found bravery takes hold of me, and I grasp him at the base, guiding him in and out of my mouth as if I'm hungry for it. I pull him out and let my tongue explore down his shaft. Then I wrap it around his tip and flick it across his slit before I take him in again. Soon, I'm moaning from the pleasure of sucking him off. I never thought this was something I'd actually enjoy. Even Ethel makes it sound like a chore, but I rather like it.
When I dip down his length to lick his balls, he pulls the blindfold off of me. Our eyes meet, and I feel a flood of so many emotions running through me. Happiness. Satisfaction. Lust. Doing this with him . . . I love it. It's so right. It feels so good.
He holds my hair back as I return my attention to his cock, determined to make him feel just as good as he made me feel when he was between my legs. I suck him like I mean business. And I do mean business.
I must be doing a good job, because he's leaking into my mouth a lot now. I can taste him on my tongue, feel the stickiness clinging to the back of my throat. Occasionally, his dick will throb inside my mouth, as if it's getting even bigger. It's such an interesting sensation.
He keeps his hand on the back of my head, but he doesn't force me. I suck in time with the bucking of his hips, taking pleasure in his groans. I'm not the only one who is vocal. I'd smirk if my mouth wasn't so full of cock.
After what I feel is a sufficient amount of time, I pull back from him, letting him know I'm ready for other things. He smiles down at me, pleased.
“That was really good. I would have never been able to tell it was your first time, if you hadn't told me.”
“Good,” I chirp, happy with myself.
“Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed.” He nods at the bed, and I quickly get into position for him. I'd much rather do it missionary style, but I suppose that today's theme is all about trying new things, so why not.
I look back over my shoulder at Tristan as he guides his cock towards me. For a split second, I'm worried he's going to go for my ass, but thankfully he doesn't. His tip presses between my pussy lips, and my breath hitches as he forces his way inside, spreading me full of his thickness.
He wraps his hands around my hips and immediately begins thrusting, filling me with wave after wave of pleasure. I never realized how much I actually missed this, being coupled with him. It makes me feel oddly complete, adding another level to our intimacy.
He's not being as gentle this time, a
nd I absolutely love it. The crude sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the air as he pumps into me with vigor. My clit pulses with tiny contractions from the friction, and I find myself groaning shamelessly and grinning stupidly at how happy I am to be with him like this.
“I want you to come all over my dick,” he tells me as he picks up the pace. I don't think he even needed to say that to know it's going to happen, but it was hot, none the less. My body is completely receptive for him, ever on the edge, just waiting for that final push.
He pulls me back hard against him and slams into me over and over again. My fingers curl into the comforter below as I feel myself reaching my limit. The intensity of him tunneling into me is more than my body can bear, and I break against him, practically whimpering as my release floods me with euphoric bliss.
“Just like that, Sarah. Just like that,” he grunts, lost in some animalistic state. His hands curl around my shoulders, compacting my body against him while he goes to pound town. Seconds later, he pushes deep into me, and I know it's over.
A switch flips on inside my head at that moment. The one that reminds me that he's not wearing a condom again. Is he purposely trying to knock me up? I pull myself away from him seconds too late, and he gives me an offended look before he grabs his cock and milks out the rest of his orgasm.
“What's wrong with you?” His temper flairs slightly.
“You're not wearing a condom. Again.” I look down at where his seed is dripping from his slit. There's more inside of me. I can feel it making my pussy slick.
“I told you not to worry about that.” His shoulders slump.
“How can you say that?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“If I say don't worry about it, then don't worry about it.” He rubs the final contractions out before bending to pick his shirt up off the floor and pull it over his head. It looks like we're done. “I'm hungry. There's this place down the road that has awesome pizza, but I'll have to go pick it up.”
He's diverting, and it's pissing me off. The perfect afternoon was ruined in one moment of unbridled passion. Does he really have no concern for the consequences of his actions? That's difficult for me to believe.