Safe With Me, Special Edition

by Shaina Richmond

  “Yes!” I screamed. Within seconds, it felt so good I couldn't think straight.

  One of Tyler's hands held my leg high in the air. The other rubbed my clit while his huge cock thoroughly, and methodically, massaged my pussy.

  “Tyler.” I could barely speak. Nobody had ever done anything like this to me before. How did he get so good? Someone taught him well. For a split second I pictured the 'thank you' card I should send that woman if I could find out who she was.

  “You feel so good.” His fingers moved faster and harder around my clit.

  I can't put into words how amazing it was to lay there on my side while the sexiest man I'd ever known fucked me gently from behind. I felt guilty the longer I lay there.

  “I wish I could see your face, honey.” Tyler whispered as his hips rocked against me.

  “Mmmm.” I really wanted to speak but an unexpected moan came out of my mouth instead. He'd penetrated me into quiet, hazy ecstasy.

  After a few more minutes, his thrusts became a little more urgent and forceful. His fingers quickened their pace against my clit.

  “Oh yeah.” A wave of pleasure build gently inside me. It started with a tiny spark and built up gradually with the constant motion of his finger and his dick hitting all the right spots at once.

  Then, after several minutes, I lost control. I screamed and howled my way through an orgasm that took over my entire body... and possibly soaked my mattress.

  When it was over, I could only lay there on my side and breathe. Tyler pulled himself out of me. I felt the mattress shake as he somehow jumped over my body to the other side of the bed.

  I laughed when I saw his face appear in front of mine. He gave me a big, warm smile. Then he put his strong arms around me and kissed me, gently taking my bottom lip in his mouth and running his tongue across it. He moaned his deep, early morning moan, occasionally opening his eyes while we made out.

  Still kissing me, he reached down to the back of my left thigh and rubbed it, then lifted my leg in the air as we lay on our sides. Before I knew it, his huge cock was rubbing my pussy again. And then, at once, he was inside me, moving a little faster than he had before. He pulled away from the kiss and held me close, staying inside me, barely moving. It was like we were cuddling and fucking at the same time.

  It felt too good. I didn't even want him to speed up. I liked how he was in total control of my body, taking time to be gentle.

  “Do you like this, baby?” He looked into my eyes, his lips slightly parted. I could see his chest rise and fall with each breath.

  “Yes.” I smiled.

  “Good.” He stayed inside me without moving and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. He let go of my leg and used both hands to hold my face.

  I secured my leg tight around his waist. As my hand explored his back, I wrapped my fingers around his thick ponytail and held it tight.

  He stopped kissing me. His erection pushed even deeper inside me as he held still. “You trying to pull my hair?”

  “No. I was just holding it.” I let go of his ponytail and moved my hand down to the small of his back.

  Tyler started to rock his hips into me again. He stared at me thoughtfully. “Would you still like me if I cut my hair?”

  “Yes.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes.” I was surprised at myself for not having to give it more thought. I instinctively knew my answer. “Why? You gonna cut it?”

  He smiled. “No.”

  “Then why'd you ask?”

  “Why do you like my hair so much?”

  “We haven't talked about this?”

  “No.” His smile disappeared. He stared into my eyes as the slow, fluid motion of his hips continued against mine.

  “I like how you're not afraid to be yourself. A business major with long hair. I love it.”

  Tyler's lips spread into a sweet smile. “You love it, huh? Anything else you love about me?”

  Only just everything. “There might be a couple more things.” I bit my lip.

  “Uh huh. I think it's more than a couple.” His hand suddenly landed on the back of my thigh with a loud 'whack.'

  I inhaled with a shriek.

  Tyler laughed and smacked me again in the same spot.

  “Hey!” I opened my eyes wide and tried not to grin. A little roughness after being so slow and gentle all morning caught me off guard in a really good way.

  “What?” He gave me the biggest smile. Then he pulled his hips away from mine and put his hands around my waist.

  “What are you doing?”

  He got on his knees on the bed and guided me into the same position, facing him. Our chests pressed together. His large erection poked my stomach. Then he reached behind me, cupping the fullest part of my ass as he gave me a hard, wet kiss.

  Tyler slapped my left cheek sharply during that kiss. I squealed. Not only did I love it when he spanked me, but I loved how he boldly manhandled me on the bed.

  Is there anything I don’t love about him?

  He stopped kissing me and sat back on his heels. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  I didn't know if he could see me shiver. He must have figured out how much I like it when he bosses me around. Without argument or hesitation, I supported myself on my hands and knees, facing the headboard.

  A few seconds later, his palm landed hard against my left cheek with a loud ‘smack’ that echoed off the walls of the bedroom.

  I closed my eyes and moaned. I had to stop myself from begging him to continue. He knew I liked to be spanked but he didn’t know how much. I thought back to the night before when he said he wanted to tie me up. Would he tie me up and spank me, perhaps? Would I actually let a guy do that for once?

  His fingers traced up and down my lips. “That was for trying to get me hard when I was tired last night. I think you need a few more for that.” His fingers disappeared from my pussy for a few seconds. Then he gave me five more sharp slaps in a row. Soon after, his fingers brushed against my inner thighs, up to my lips, teasing me with their gentleness.

  I bit my lip, trying not to scream... hoping he wasn't finished. I fantasized daily about the good, hard spanking he’d given me in my kitchen.

  Tyler's hand smacked the fleshiest part of my cheeks again. “This.” He drew his hand back and slapped my upper thigh. “Is for.” He gave me three more, quickly, the last one landing against my pussy. “That fucking makeup party.”

  I laughed. I hope he realizes this will only encourage my bad behavior.

  “This is for laughing.” He smacked my butt sharply six or seven times in a row in a random pattern from the meatiest part of my cheeks to just above my knees.

  “Ow.” Those last few spanks hurt a little more than the rest. I wanted more.

  “That's enough for now.” He sighed happily, a little too pleased with himself, in my opinion. Seconds later, he was behind me, his hands grabbing my waist.

  Tyler's erection felt bigger to me than ever before as he slid inside me.

  “Yes,” I said. He filled me up nicely. Nothing to complain about there. But a good spanking would have been nice.

  “Hold on tight, sweetie. I think I might knock you into the headboard.”

  Hold on to what? All I could do was arch my back and stay there on my hands and knees. I let myself sink down onto my elbows. Knock me into he headboard? He'd taken me from this position several times before and he'd never told me to hold on...

  “Oh!” I screamed as he drilled me, hard. I found out exactly what he meant.

  “Fuck, Susie! I'm sorry if I hurt you.” He held my hips so tight I thought I might end up with more bruises from his hands. Then he fucked me like he wanted to split me in half.

  My mouth dropped open. My body slid down to the head of the bed within five thrusts. I stuck out my hands and braced myself against the headboard while Tyler's body slammed into me harder than it ever had before.

  I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I was once again in awe of th
e power contained in the gorgeous body of the man who fucked me like a jackhammer.

  “Shit!” Tyler screamed and groaned like an animal. His strokes came faster as his screams got louder and more aggressive. It sounded like he wanted to form words but he couldn't. He kept on fucking me crazily until his screaming turned into a moan.

  Within seconds, he collapsed on the bed to my left. I stayed on my knees, watching him recover for a little while. Then I gingerly sat back on my heels before stretching out to lay next to him.

  Sweat poured off of his body. He lay on his side with his eyes closed. I saw his chest heave while he caught his breath.

  I swung my legs around to try to reach the floor on the other side of the bed in the hopes of getting him a towel.

  “Ow!”

  “What?” He managed to speak through his labored breathing.

  “Pain.”

  “Oh fuck.” Tyler's breathing sounded even heavier. “I'm sorry.”

  I chuckled. “It's fine. It'll go away.”

  Since I couldn't move to get a towel right then, I gathered together as much of the sheet as I could and handed it to Tyler. He took the sheet and wiped it across his forehead, then put it under his cheek and closed his eyes.

  I lay on my side, facing Tyler, listening to him breathe. I only seemed to feel the pain between my legs if I tried to move. I hoped I wouldn't have to hobble around while walking to class later that day. I enjoyed the hard pounding, but if it had gone on any longer I think I might have had to go to the doctor.

  A few minutes later, I heard a throat clear.

  “You awake?” Tyler said.

  “Huh?”

  “I think you fell asleep for a little bit.”

  “Sorry.”

  “No, I'm the one who's sorry. Did I hurt you that bad?”

  I winced. “Umm... I think I'll be okay. I might have to take something for it but it'll be alright.” I rolled onto my stomach from my side.

  “Shit.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “I'm so sorry. I got too worked up. I just wanted to give you a good morning like I promised you last night.”

  “Oh, you did.” I laughed.

  “I'll do whatever I can to make you feel better, okay? Let me take care of you.”

  “I'll be alright, Tyler. I'm glad I have some padding back there or it would've been a lot worse.”

  Tyler smiled and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. Then he put his head back on the pillow. “I'm glad you have that padding, too. Damn, it felt good.” He shook his head. “I'm so sorry I hurt you, but it felt really good.”

  “It’s okay. I can take anything you got."

  He laughed as he kissed my forehead. “You’re awesome." Then he stopped laughing as quickly as he’d started. He reached down to my backside, rubbing me gently. “Where's it hurt?”

  “Right here.” I moved my hand to my upper thighs. “I guess it's from where your hip bone slammed into me over and over.”

  “Wow.” He sat up to get a better look. “Do you have any lotion or anything?”

  I heard a low, humming noise, like a phone set on vibrate. “Do you hear that?” I asked.

  “Is that my phone? Shit.” Tyler jumped out of bed and ran to his pants, which sat right outside the bathroom on the floor. “I hope it's not Mom. I thought she knew better than to call in the morning.”

  The phone rang again while he reached into his pocket to find it.

  “Caleb?” His face scrunched up. He looked at me and shook his head. “Hello?”

  Pause.

  “Yeah.”

  Long pause.

  “Sorry about that. I didn't think she'd show up there...”

  His eyes settled on me, then grew wide during another long pause.

  “Yeah.” He grinned. “Something like that, yeah.” He walked back to the bed and sat next to me.

  Pause. Tyler's face made the weird scrunched up expression again.

  “Why?”

  Pause.

  Tyler covered the phone with his hand and brought it down to the bed. “He really wants to talk to you. I don't like that.”

  “Shit.” I could tell exactly what happened. Tyler had not previously told Caleb he knew me. But now, with Leona in town, Caleb knew Tyler was at Susie Lombardi's house.

  That's just fucking great.

  Ever since I got close to Tyler, a tiny, nagging sense of dread over possibly having to interact with Caleb was always in the back of my mind. It was so far back there, I almost forgot about it.

  Tyler put the phone back up to his mouth. He stared straight ahead. “I don't think you need to talk to her right now, man.”

  Pause. Tyler looked confused. “Uhhh...” Pause. “Alright.”

  Long pause.

  “Yeah, yeah. I'll let her know.” Pause. “Okay. Later.”

  He hit a button, then a few more as he glared at his phone. “Damn it. Mom called four times.”

  “Of course she did.”

  “Fuck. I'm not a kid. I didn't ask her to visit.” He stretch out on the bed and propped himself up on his side, facing me.

  “Sorry. I'm surprised she didn't show up here. She has my address.”

  “Hmm.” Tyler's eyes rolled. Then they focused on me. “So, is there anything you wanna tell me about you and Caleb?”

  “No. I told you what happened.”

  “Yeah.” He inhaled slowly and spoke quickly. “He hit on you and it didn't go so well and he left the bar and never called Joan again.”

  “Yes. Why? What'd he say?”

  “First, before I forget.” Tyler stopped talking to sigh, puffing his lips as he exhaled. His tone was less than enthusiastic. “My roommates are throwing a Halloween party next Saturday. It's the thirtieth, the day before Halloween. It's also a birthday party for my roommate Joe. You said you knew him, right?”

  “We hung out a few times over the summer.”

  “Well, Caleb told me to make sure you were invited. They've been talking about doing this for a little while but I guess it's official now.”

  “You don't sound excited about it.”

  “I'm not. It's just an excuse for them to try to fuck a bunch of drunk women,” Tyler said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

  “Yeah, no doubt.”

  His eyes narrowed slightly. He cocked his head to the side. “So, nothing else happened with you and Caleb?”

  My stomach knotted. I almost gasped in pain. “No.”

  Tyler sucked on his bottom lip. “He said he and Troy were talking about you and reminiscing a few weeks ago.”

  “Oh.” That's exactly what I was afraid of. So far, I had done a great job of avoiding the house Tyler shared with his roommates.

  “He knows Troy?”

  “Through me, I suppose. We all went out over the summer a few times. Me, Joan, him, Troy, Joe, whoever else was around. I don't know where their roommate Tyler was.” I smiled. I really wished he had been there instead of Troy. Or instead of anyone, for that matter.

  “Yeah. It's weird we didn't meet sooner.” His eyes pierced mine. “What are you not telling me? He said something really odd.”

  “Look, Caleb knows about the restraining order. Troy's not allowed around me. Caleb knew all about it. Joan's such a drama queen.” I looked at Tyler. His expression was void of any emotion. “What did he say?” I asked.

  He shook his head and stared down at the bed. “Doesn't matter. Tell me what happened. Please.” His beautiful brown eyes shifted from the bed to me.

  “It wasn't a big deal, okay? It’s not worth remembering.”

  Tyler's eyes opened wider, begging me to continue.

  “Okay, fine. We all got really high.” I stopped to take a deep breath. “We went back to Caleb's house. Your house. Troy and I did it in Caleb's room on the floor. Joan and Caleb were there. They were on the bed.”

  “Alright.” Tyler's eyebrows shot up. “That's all? Was it just the one time?”

  “Uh...” I winced. I knew if I didn't tell him, Cal
eb might. “It happened one other time at Troy's apartment. We were all really high both times. And I should also tell you, when I woke up hours later at Troy's, Caleb was playing with my tits and I had to shoo him away. And that's all, I swear.”