by Arie Lane
When I pull back to catch my breath, I am lost in the image before me. Her lips are swollen from my assault, her breathing heavy and erratic, and her eyes half lidded.
My dick is saluting her as it pushes up against her core. Before I can claim her lips again, a very loud and pissed off Dante interrupts us. As I set her back down, brushing my lips against her neck, I whisper a warning against her skin. “We’re not done princess. Just because your little queen interrupted, doesn’t mean I’m finished with you, not even close. And if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll tie you to my fucking bed and spank that ass until you can’t walk. You understand me, Bentley, don’t pull that shit again.” Her eyes grow wide as she processes what I had just said. Biting her lip she nods in concession.
I watch, in reckless abandonment, the train wreck that unfolds in front of me as Dante throws a hissy fit that would put a three year old to shame. I can tell by the way Bentley keeps opening and closing her fists that this isn’t going to be pretty, and I am more than happy that for once I am not her target. I damn near choke on my own spit when the words fly from her mouth. “Look here pecker pilferer, just because you decide to be a fickle twat doesn’t mean I’m going to up and rearrange my agenda. Don’t stand here bitching at me about your panties all up in a twist while you’re douche-canoeing the seven seas. You fucked up, not me. I’m not the one who got all flustered over a fuck nut and decided to verbally vomit all of my best friend’s secrets. You had no fucking right, so do not stand here acting as if I somehow did you wrong. You can go suck on a big fat donkey dong if you think I’m about to apologize to you. Keep that shit up and I’ll bitch slap the glitter right out of your fairy princess ass.”
I have to wonder where the fuck she comes up with this shit. I can’t say I’ve ever heard half the shit she’s just called him, although even that last bit has me laughing. Only because Dante is the least fairy looking dude I’ve ever seen. The notion of him as a fairy princess ranks up there with seeing The Rock in a tutu… it just isn’t right.
I vaguely catch on to the sad attempt for an apology he feeds Bentley, and I busy myself by snatching her keys and grabbing her bag out of the car. It’s a shitty move leaving Dante to dig himself out of the hole he’s digging even deeper, but I have plans that I’d rather not waste trivial time getting to.
Chapter 9
Bentley
I walk through my door seething at the stupidity of men. Only a fucking moron would think he deserves an apology for some imagined slight he feels he suffered. I walk right past Tristan, not even noticing him as I head up the stairs and start my shower. Grumbling to myself about hormonal idiots, I pull my shirt and skirt off and discard them in the hamper.
Not paying any attention to my surroundings, I walk back to my room for a change of clothes. As I open the dresser, grabbing a t-shirt and pair of lacy boy shorts, I turn and step into a wall of warmth and muscle. I take a step back and look up at him. His eyes are dilated, and his bottom lip is white about where he’s biting his teeth into it.
Glancing down and realizing I’m standing in nothing but a bra and panties, I rush past him and into the bathroom, shutting the door. I lean up against the back of it trying to catch my breath. After removing my intimates I step into the hot water and try calming my nerves. I know it’s silly, but this is my safe place. I know it probably sounds strange to an outsider, but I’ve never even used the bath in my house.
Of course, I doubt anyone else would either if their mother tried to drown them in the tub. I was six, and we had just returned from some fair where I had gotten face planted into a mud puddle by Cora. Mother was livid I had dirtied my clothes and insisted I go straight to the bath. I was washing the mud out of my hair when she came in. I hadn’t heard her enter and the next thing I knew, I was being held down in the water. I remember thrashing like a fish out of water, and her hands slipped away from my throat. I jumped out of that tub so fast you would have thought it was acid.
My mind is back in memory lane up until the moment his arms lock tightly around my stomach. The tears are burning as they slide down my face. I don’t even realized how hard I am sobbing until I am choking on a mix of air and tears. He places a kiss in the crook of my neck and let his lips linger there. I am too emotionally exhausted to even bother trying to fight him, and I’m not sure I even want to anymore. I am torn between wanting him and wanting to hate him. Right now, wanting him is winning.
As I lean back into him, I turn my face away from the spray and right into his waiting lips. It’s like he anticipates my movements before I am even sure of them. The kiss starts soft but quickly turns into a frenzied hunger. Turning in his arms and lacing my fingers around his neck, I stand on tippy toes as he pulls me against him. I feel his erection, hard and throbbing against my stomach.
Tristan
In this moment, I am pretty sure Bentley is fucking my mouth with her tongue, and it is pure bliss. I swallow the little moans escaping between her lips as her tongue dances with mine. The harder I kiss her, the more she pushes back. Her fingers are laced in my hair, pulling on it slightly whenever I push the right button. Turning her away from the spray, I back her up against the wall. My hands roam her skin, eager to memorize every inch. I grip her ass and lift her, pinning her against the shower tiles. I can feel her heat as she wraps her legs around me. I want nothing more right now than to impale her on my cock, but I know she isn’t ready.
Pulling my lips away, I trail them down her neck. I’m a pretty quick study. I know the spot right behind her earlobe is a good place to start. She tenses up slightly when I press my lips against it. Tipping her head to allow for better access, I draw small circles with my tongue, listening as her breathing grows labored. My hands slide across her hips and thighs, massaging lightly as I kiss, nip, and lick my way down to the crook of her neck. Her head rolls back as my lips reach the sweet spot. A soft noise escapes her lips, and I smile against her skin. I love how her body responds to me. Nudging against her a little more, my fingers graze across her hips and waist. Using just my fingertips, I slide them from the top of her ribcage back down to her hips causing her skin to break out in goose bumps.
The second time I slide my fingers across her skin she shudders and tries like hell to suppress a giggle. Fuck if that isn’t sexy. My little Spitfire is ticklish. I bottle that little piece of knowledge for later and wonder where else she’s ticklish. It doesn’t take long to find out as I slide my fingertips across her thighs the same way and she jumps. I laugh against her skin, thinking just how much she’s going to hate my knowing that later.
As the water starts to grow cool, I decide now would be a good time to move this to her bed. As I slide slightly against her, moving to capture her lips and let her down, I brush against her core, and feel the hot liquid transfer across my skin. I set her down on the tile floor and shut the water off, then quickly reach past the curtain and grab the two towels off the rack. I wrap the one towel around my waist and use the other to dry her off. The cold air against her skin causes her nipples to harden. Drawing the towel across her skin and under her breast, she watches my every move. I return to the task at hand, moving the towel across her belly.
Bending down in front of her, it takes every ounce of restraint not to lean into her and lick the moisture glistening around her pussy. I run the towel up and down both of her legs, trying not to lose my self-control. I feel like a horny teenager peeking at his first naked girl, but the fact her bare pussy is right in my face has my dick doing a one man salute. As I stand up I can see the embarrassment painted on her face. She looks away but the blushing has her cheeks glowing red. Swiping the towel down her back and ass, I quickly discard it across the shower bar.
Taking her hand I lead her back to her room. I hardly make it past the door before I have her wrapped around me again. Kneeling on her bed, I lay her across the middle and watch as she scoots up towards the top. When she reaches the top, she instantly puts her hands across her chest and pulls her k
nees up. I shake my head at the notion that now she feels shy.
As I make my way to where she’s sitting, her legs fall back to the bed but stay sealed together. I push a knee between them, separating them slightly, and grab her hips pulling her down so she’s no longer sitting. I take each of her hands in my own and lace my fingers through hers, pinning them above her head so I can admire her there under me. Even insecure, she’s fucking beautiful. I lean down teasing her lips lightly with my own before skimming my tongue down her throat, tasting her skin. Pressing light kisses across her collarbone I work at a tortuously slow pace building her anticipation. I stop and linger over her heart, feeling the erratic beating against my lips. She shifts slightly and I look up into her eyes. She looks as if she is searching for permission.
“You can touch me, Bentley,” I say, as I let go of her hands and scrape my teeth across her skin.
A few moments later, her apprehension slips away. Her knee lifts a bit, brushing up against my balls and sliding against my dick, causing a delicious friction. I swirl my tongue around her nipple before taking it between my lips, sucking it into my mouth. Her hands grab onto my shoulders, digging her nails into the skin. Tracing her curves with one hand, I use the opposite to roll her other nipple between my thumb and index fingers, making it harden. After sucking on it for a bit longer, I bite down lightly then release it with a resounding pop before switching to the other nipple and repeating. The most erotic sounds escape her lips as I work her body. I slide down her body a bit further, dancing my tongue across her skin as she squirms under me, giving her a small reprieve by nipping and nibbling.
As I press my mouth against her hip bone, her hands fly to the sheet at her sides, clenching it in her hands. Looking up, I see her eyes are closed as bites hard on her lower lip. I press my mouth to it again with the intention of sliding it across her pelvis, but the giggle that escaped her lips was too fucking hot to pass up. I knew my girl was ticklish, but damn it seems like everywhere I touch her is.
I ease up, not wanting to change course, but know damn well, I’ll be taking full advantage of it. Her other hip is just as bad as she pulls a pillow over her head to suppress the laughter. I lick down the skin between her legs and core. Her legs kick as I chuckle against her skin. As I press light kisses across the inside of her thigh, she damn near jumps off the bed. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone even half as ticklish as you, sweetheart.” I laugh and shake my head as she groans, her head falling back onto the pillow.
I press a few more light kisses to the thighs, trying hard not to make her jumpy. I push her legs apart wider, settling between them. She sucks in a breath as I lick up her slit and swirl my tongue across her bud. I love the way she fucking tastes, sweet with a hint of spice, a bit like honey and cloves. It’s fucking intoxicating, as I lick between her lips again, darting my tongue into her pussy and I’m rewarded with moans and mewling. I lap at her opening before continuing my tongue lashing. Her back arches as I suck on her clit and nip it between my teeth.
“Fucking hell, woman, you taste like heaven. If I could spend forever tongue fucking you I’d never leave this damn bed, and I’d die a happy fucking man.”
I ease up a bit on her clit, not wanting her to come just yet. Licking and sucking my way around her pussy, I push a finger inside of her, moving it in and out as I continue my assault. I add a second finger and start pumping a bit harder and faster, as she coats my fingers with more of her juices. She’s so fucking tight even with as wet as she is. She’s squeezing and contracting around my fingers.
“Oh my. Fuck yes, Tristan. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
I can feel her orgasm building around my fingers, and suck her clit back into my mouth flicking it with my tongue and nipping at it as she comes hard against my fingers. I continue pumping into her, prolonging her orgasm. I replace my fingers with my tongue, relishing every drop as her orgasm subsides. Moving back over her I thrust my tongue into her mouth forcing her to taste herself, to know just how intoxicating she is. The woman tastes better than any top shelf liquor.
She reaches her hand down grasping my dick, and starts rubbing up and down the length. Her fingers try to close unsuccessfully around my width, as she strokes me, using the pre-cum escaping the head as a lubricant. I groan as I pull her hand away. Not that I don’t fucking love it, but I’d rather come inside her than on her sheets.
As I grab the condom off her nightstand I catch her staring at my length. Smiling, I ask her, “Something wrong baby? You look like you’re about to pass out on me.”
She shakes her head and stumbles on her words as she answers, “No, it’s just, well your umm, your… are they usually that big?”
I laugh as I slide the condom on and pinch the top. “No baby, I doubt most men are built like I am.” I am feeling a bit too proud as I position my body over hers, rubbing my cock back and forth against her opening.
Breathing heavily, I recall what Dante said about her never even dating and I feel like an idiot as I try to find the right words for what I need to say.
“Listen, Bentley, this is going to hurt a bit. If it becomes too much just let me know and I’ll pull out and try again more slowly, okay?”
She tries to reply but I cut her off by kissing her again deeply before entering her one excruciating inch at a time. After a few inches I thrust into her fully, my balls against her ass. It’s at that point it occurs to me there was no barrier.
Chapter 10
Bentley
I try to tell Tristan that I’m not a virgin, but before he gives me the chance he’s wrestling my tongue. I’m not even sure I can say the words without them ruining the mood. He’d likely take off, completely disgusted with me. I’m trying to find the words to tell him what I need to say when I feel a sharp pressure pushing against the walls of my core. I open my eyes to see the look of concern on his face. I wasn’t actually expecting it to hurt. I didn’t think it was supposed to.
“Are you ok, Bentley? Am I hurting you?” he asks.
Releasing my lip from between my teeth I let out a small cry. How am I supposed to explain to him the pain isn’t from him, but from damage and scarring caused by the rape?
I feel small as I speak, “I’m okay, really it’s more pressure than pain, but it’s okay now.”
It isn’t a complete lie. I’ll be fine, but it hurts more than it should. I watch as he exhales and starts moving slowly in and out of me. The pain quickly subsides as he thrust, each time hitting a spot that sends waves of pleasure through my body. He leans over me, resting his weight on his arms, driving into me even harder. My nails are digging and scraping their way down his back. The harder I dig, the harder he fucks me.
It isn’t long before I am on the brink of another orgasm, and he knows it. Pushing his thumb into my pussy and coating it with a mix of us both he begins rubbing across my clit as he pounds into me harder.
Wrapping my legs around his ass I beg, “Please, Tristan, my god, harder, Tristan, fuck me harder.”
“Your god huh, do you want to come, Bentley? Tell me how much you want it,” he pants.
As he picks his pace up and angles himself in a way that pushes even deeper, he presses down on my clit and gives it a pinch as I explode around his cock. “That’s right baby, come for me,” he grunts.
I can feel his orgasm hit him as he grows even harder, thrusting once more before unloading into the condom. He continues fucking me as my orgasm milks his. When he is finally spent, he carefully holds onto the condom and pulls it out. Then he lies next to me sprawling his arm across my chest and his leg over my thigh. I stay still for a few moments staring at the ceiling, reliving what I had just done. A part of me is self-loathing for having slept with a man that is practically a stranger, while the other part is relishing in the afterglow of what just happened.
I look over at him, trying to suppress the yawn that is desperate to escape. The look in his eyes tells me something is wrong. When he gets up and heads to the bathr
oom to discard the condom, I sit up pulling the covers around me. I guess I know now the self-loathing part of me was right. This was stupid and impulsive and the chances of me living it down are about the same as hell freezing over. He stops at the door as he re-enters the room, crossing his arms across his chest. I feel small as I sit here watching the emotions play across his face, trying to discern between anger and something else.
“I thought you were a virgin, Bentley? Dante said you’ve never even dated anyone before. So what, you just fucked some random guy and were too ashamed to admit it to your best friend? Is that what you do, Bentley, fuck random guys?” he yelled as he stormed to the end of the bed.
I don’t know which emotion is stronger in this moment, the hurt, the anger, or the humiliation. It is my own damn fault. I let a snap judgment get the better of me. I should have known whatever few moments he could offer me wouldn’t be worth the shit I’d feel afterward. But right now, right now I’m pissed. Where the fuck does he get off assuming I so casually sleep with men. He has no idea how fucking hard it was for me to let go of that little bit of control and to share a part of me that no one else has ever witnessed.
“Is that what this was? You thought you’d be the first? If your intention was to pop my cherry then you did all of this shit for nothing. No, I’m not a virgin. My mother made sure of that when I was thirteen. She gave some crack head on the street twenty dollars to grab me on my way home from school and rape me. It was really special, an alley that reeked of piss and stale beer. It took eight years of therapy to stop having nightmares of his clammy hands on my skin, eight years of trying to forget the filth under me, and the smell of cigarettes on his breath. Eight years of trying to forget her telling the doctor I was a slut as she asked for the morning after pill because he didn’t use a condom. After all those years I still can’t stand the idea of pills or needles. She told the doctor she didn’t trust me not to be a whore and insisted he insert an I.U.D. So she didn’t end up with unwanted grandchildren. Every five years since, I go and get it replaced for no other reason than some shit you can’t fucking plan for. Are you happy now, Tristan, because you may not have been the first, but you’re the only one I’ve fucked by choice,” I say with sarcasm lacing my words.