Fueling His Hunger

by Sparrow Beckett

  He grabbed his jeans and tugged them down, then pulled them right off, and laid them aside. His cock was still hard, but there was still the matter of the condom. And did he expect a blow job first? Was that something most guys assumed would happen?

  “Get the condom.”

  Hesitantly, she picked it up. “I was going to . . . You don’t want . . . ?” She gestured at his cock but tried not to make eye contact with the thing. It felt like it was watching her impatiently.

  “Not right now,” he said, his voice gruff. “Take the condom out of the package.”

  She did, and when she hesitated, he guided her through rolling it on, impatience making her fumble almost as much as her inexperience.

  “Now?” she asked, hopefully.

  “Now,” he agreed.

  She hesitated, and he pulled her closer, then arranged her on top of him, straddling his hips.

  “Take me in your hand and guide me in.”

  She moaned in distress. “Why are you making me do this? I don’t know what I’m doing!”

  “You’ll figure it out, beautiful. We have all night.”

  “But I need it now,” she complained. Maybe too roughly, she grabbed his cock and tried to guide it into her, but couldn’t get the angle right. She cried out in frustration. Gently, he readjusted and lined himself up with her pussy.

  “There, go ahead.”

  She whimpered, wriggled, taking him into her inch by inch, wanting him inside her so bad, but her pussy clenched, making it difficult to take him. When he was finally all the way in, he filled her so full she froze there, whimpering. Helpfully, he grabbed two handfuls of her ass and rolled his hips to thrust up into her, but then stopped again.

  “Come on. You can do this.”

  Unsteadily, awkwardly, she moved, only pulling off of him a little before pushing him deeper, grinding down hard so her clit rubbed against him. She struggled, not sure how to keep a rhythm when she was so desperately needy. Losing focus, she gave in to what her body wanted, using his to give her what it was begging for. Grinding against him, moaning as he kissed her, she took her pleasure until he abruptly pushed her off of him.

  “No!” She rolled off of him and collapsed on her side, panting and angry. “You’re a hateful man! Why do you keep stopping me? Why don’t you want me to come?” She wanted to slap him, or deck him, or claw his eyes out. “No one’s ever cared if they got me off or not, but you’re ruining it for me on purpose!”

  “Turn around and straddle me,” he commanded.

  “Turn around? No! Just turn your head or something. I’m getting myself off now.”

  Pitilessly, he grabbed her arm and guided her until she was facing his legs, then had her straddle him again, and urged her down until he was sheathed deep inside her. The position was odd, and made him feel even bigger. He gave her a few experimental thrusts, and groaned like he could barely handle being inside her in this position. She braced her hands between his legs and wriggled slowly, getting used to the sensation, and loving the way his grunts of pleasure got louder when she moved. He drew a finger down her back, and when she arched in response, the tilt of her hips had him hit a spot inside her that made her squeal and try to scramble off. He held her there, rocking his hips carefully, rubbing against the spot over and over until her brain felt scrambled.

  “Mmm, and that would be your G-spot,” he murmured. It was the strangest sensation—bone-melting and nails on a chalkboard. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him or punch him in the eye.

  A hand spread over her ass, and then he was toying with her anus again, using her arousal against her before she could think to protest. He circled it with a finger slicked in her own lubrication, and didn’t let her garbled protests stop him as he coaxed the tip of his finger into her ass, deeper with her every squirm. A strange sensation, dirty, but so fucking hot. It vibrated gently inside her, and she couldn’t move, just gasping and feeling, afraid to move.

  “Play with your clit, princess. Show me how you can come.”

  She glanced back at him, and their gazes locked for a long moment.

  “You heard me. Do it now.”

  Not sure what possessed her, she sucked the tip of her finger into her mouth, making a show of it for him. He watched her through lust-hazed eyes, then blinked a few times, his thrusts becoming erratic as she slid her hand down between her thighs to toy with her clit.

  She closed her eyes, letting herself concentrate on the feel of him against her G-spot, on the movement of his finger in her ass, on the slow slide of her slick fingers against her hypersensitive clit. Her orgasm built, the tension in her pussy moving to her ass, thighs, and belly, spreading downward to her calves and feet, until every part of her body was ready, alert and aware, and desperate for release.

  Her orgasm stalled on its own once when she panicked, thinking he’d stop her again. This time he didn’t. One thrust led to the next until she teetered on the very brink. It hovered, tightening in her lower belly. Tighter, tighter, until it fucking hurt.

  “That’s right. That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “Are you going to come for me?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut as she let all of the sensations, the flashes of things he’d done, the anticipation of what he might do later, crowd through her mind. Pinching hard at her clit, she soared over the edge, her body rippling around him, clutching, as her own shrieking sob rang in her ears. Pleasure throbbed through her. Sightless, ears ringing, pussy pulsing, squeezing. She gagged on her tongue. Choked. Screamed in pleasure. He removed his finger from her and wrapped his hands around her hips, pounding into her, jarring against her G-spot.

  He grunted, gasped, his cock jerking deep inside her, then the next thing she knew she was on her face with him lying on top of her, hammering into her from behind as though he couldn’t hold back anymore. He covered her with his body, biting the spot between neck and shoulder. She forced her hand between her legs, rubbed at her clit, then wailed in agonized ecstasy as another orgasm flooded through her, him grinding against her ass as she squirmed against her hand. She realized they’d rolled partially off the blanket, and there was grass in her eye, and a sharp twig under one cheek, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

  “Two. What a good girl,” he growled in her ear. “I wish I could make it three, but you’re so tight—so fucking perfect. I can’t stop myself anymore.” A guttural series of swears, whispered harshly in her ear set off a huge aftershock just as his orgasm hit. He fucked her into the ground, mashing her into the dirt, a cruel hand buried as deeply in her hair as his cock was in her throbbing pussy. Overwhelmed by his storm, she lay quietly beneath him, reveling in his every rough thrust, loving that his need for her had become so animalistic and uncontrolled.

  When he was finished, he settled on her back, his breaths stirred her hair. Unable to keep it in, she made a sound of contentment. Every inch of her body was sore. She felt abjectly and deliciously used.

  Who knew sex could be so hot and dirty? For her, before now it had always been an awkward pawing that led to, at worst, boredom, discomfort, and a faked orgasm, and at best “making love” with a big show of tenderness that felt ridiculous and fake. Acting wasn’t her thing, and having to fake interest in something that all of her friends seemed to find fun didn’t seem fair.

  Now she knew what it was supposed to be like. And she desperately wanted more of it.

  “Damn,” Luke mumbled. Gradually, he pulled out of her, as though he resented having to do so. As their bodies parted they both gasped. He picked her up and deposited her back onto the blanket, then pulled the other blanket on top of them before tugging her close and burying his face in her hair. “Sorry about that.” He brushed something off the side of her face, then untangled a couple of twigs from her hair. “I got a little carried away. Why didn’t you say anything?”

  “I was busy.” She laughed. He was watch
ing her avidly, as though he was full of energy and she was fabulous and interesting.

  “You’re okay?” His lips brushed the side of her face, and she let him lure her into a kiss.

  He still tasted like her, but for some reason that didn’t disgust her anymore. What this man could do with his mouth! When he broke the kiss, she stretched languidly.

  “I didn’t mean to get so rough with you,” he admitted. “Not the first time, at least.”

  “I’m a hell of a lot better than okay.” Unable to resist, she inhaled the masculine scent of him, now mixed with the lingering aftermath of animalistic sex. “As a matter of fact, I’m awesome.”

  “Yes,” he said, grinning. “You are.” He kissed her neck, sending new sparks of desire through her belly, but then he stopped and got up from their cocoon. “Back in a sec. I need to clean up.”

  Curious and strangely exhilarated, she pulled back the blanket and inspected herself in the firelight, expecting to find bruises. There were too many shadows to see details. She struggled to her feet to move closer to the fire, but her legs shook too hard, so she gave up and curled up on the blanket again.

  Mind-blowing. That’s what it had been. She’d never done anything this crazy before, and she loved every fucking second of it. She could only imagine the whispers behind her back if some of her acquaintances caught wind of what she’d let Luke do to her—let alone that she’d had sex with someone with a Mohawk and tattoos and those sexy nipple rings of his.

  Well, shit. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to play with those. Too bad cuddling time was over already. He didn’t seem like the type who wanted to snuggle in bed all day, so she’d been lucky to get any at all.

  He was beside her again before she heard him approach. Surprisingly, he crawled right back under the blanket with her, then pulled her into the crook of one of those muscular arms, urging her to pillow her head on his chest. She did, and found one of his sexy nipple rings right in front of her nose. She flicked it with her tongue, and he shuddered.

  “Watch yourself, woman.”

  “Whaaat?” she asked innocently. “You have shiny things dangling from your nipples. You can’t blame me for wanting to play with them.”

  “If you’re not careful I’m going to fuck you again.”

  “Would you shove me facedown in the dirt again?” she asked sweetly.

  He groaned. “I’m sorry about that. I should have been paying closer attention. You could have said something—stopped me anytime.”

  “That was the least romantic sexual encounter I’ve ever had.” She sniffed. “And now you won’t even let me play with your nipple rings.”

  “Was it really that bad?” he asked, his voice skeptical. “You had a lot of orgasms for a girl who was unhappy with the service.”

  “Only three. Maybe about a million mental ones though.”

  He spread a big hand over her back, between her shoulder blades, then slid it down her back to her ass, grabbed it appreciatively, then slid it back up again, starting a slow pattern. The high she was on melted into a pleasant buzz, like she’d had a few drinks. “You’re taking this much better than I would have expected for a vanilla girl.”

  “It was . . .” She struggled to find a word that matched how she felt, but couldn’t think of anything much more complicated than a syllable. “Fun,” she finished lamely.

  “Fun?” he asked, sounding like he couldn’t decide whether to be surprised, amused, or insulted.

  “My brain is out of better words.”

  He chuckled, and the sound made her toes curl. She burrowed against him, more relaxed and content than she could ever remember being. For the first time in months, her mind felt quiet and the tension she hadn’t realized her body was carrying had fallen away.

  “You’re okay though? Sometimes with kink, people have complicated feelings afterward. If you start feeling upset or depressed, I’d like you to tell me, okay? It’s my job to make sure you’re all right.”

  She smiled even though he probably couldn’t see it. “For how long? An hour? Two? Five days? What if I call you three years from now and complain that the memory of you tying me to a tree tonight is making me really need a sandwich?”

  There was a weird growling noise in his chest. He pushed himself upright, and pulled her belly down across his lap. The blanket had fallen away, and she felt vulnerable and a little ridiculous in this position. He rubbed his hand over her bare bottom, and she buried her face in the blanket, waiting for him to spank her. She trembled with anticipation, and when nothing happened she looked back over her shoulder at him.

  “If you’re calling me three years from now to tell me to get you a sandwich, I’d assume this was really what you were hoping for?”

  “What? A lumpy bed?” she shot back, amazed at how sassy she’d sounded.

  His eyes narrowed and she stifled a nervous giggle.

  “You have a very spankable ass,” he remarked, drawing shivery trails over the body part in question. “And now it’s covered in welts and bite marks. It’s giving me all sorts of bad ideas. Then there’s the fact that you seemed to enjoy having me play with you here.” He traced down the cleft, brushing over her still hypersensitive asshole and making her squeal. “You took one finger without complaining. I wonder if you’d like two? After two, who knows? Three? My cock?”

  “Suddenly, I’m feeling really tired,” she blurted.

  His chuckle was ominous. “Maybe I’m not.” A stinging slap landed on one of the globes of her ass, and she struggled to get away, knowing all she had to do was say “red,” but she didn’t really want him to let her go. In fact, she was starting to become obsessed with his dominance. Obligingly, he held her down with a hand on her lower back. “Where do you think you’re going, Ophelia?”

  “To the tent to get some sleep!”

  Another swat landed, and she gasped. Having him manhandle and spank her was making her hot all over again.

  “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours. I won’t fuck your ass tonight.” Smack, smack, smack. The rhythm of his hand connecting with her flesh was making her feel spacey. She squirmed in his lap, more than a little aware of the erection pressed against her hip. “I don’t do anal on the first date. Call me old-fashioned.”

  Jeez. That was a relief, but did that mean he expected to fuck her ass tomorrow? A visual of him pushing her to the ground, covering her body with his own, and coaxing her asshole into taking his big, hard cock, made her shut her eyes in horrified arousal. She didn’t want that. She’d safeword. Wouldn’t she?

  He rubbed his hand over her stinging skin, soothing it, and just when she thought he’d let her up he resumed the spanking. It was less painful than the belt, but far more personal, especially in this position.

  “But I don’t understand,” she whimpered, unable to help it. Each swat he landed made her clit throb harder. “What did I do?”

  “I was talking to you about something serious, and you made it into a joke,” he said with mild reproof.

  Being glib when he’d been telling her something he obviously felt was important hadn’t been very polite. The only thing she could blame it on was the endorphins.

  “A spanking seems like a logical consequence.”

  A logical consequence? Maybe she’d been out of line, but was she a six-year-old? “I don’t need to be spanked.” She could feel herself impatiently shoving her ass up to meet his next blow even as she protested. “I’m not a child!”

  “You keep pretending you’re a good girl, Ophelia.” Smack. The sting was delicious and before there’d been much delay she was already looking for another one. “But deep down you know that you’re bad.” Smack. “You need to be punished, don’t you?”

  Oh god. He had to stop talking before his words alone made her come.

  Smack.

  “I’m a good girl,” she mumbled. The words
came out even though she tried to keep them in. This conversation was ridiculous. She needed to get up and tell him he was too kinky for her and this had all been an error in judgment, but somehow she couldn’t find the will to move.

  “If you’re a good girl, prove it.” Smack.

  Ow! That spot was getting really sore. “Prove it how?”

  “Spread your legs.” How could she resist doing it when he was using that gruff, sexy voice of his?

  “Wouldn’t that prove I’m a bad girl?” She gasped when his next slap landed on the back of her thigh.

  “Interesting question. Spread your legs.”

  Hesitantly, she did as he asked, then waited eagerly for him to touch her. He didn’t, and it felt like torture.

  “You have a hot ass.” He cupped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed, and she could feel how it exposed her pussy and asshole to him—could almost feel him staring at everything she owned—but he still didn’t touch her there even though she was starting to desperately need him to.

  “I do?” She squeaked as he landed a particularly hard slap at the spot where her ass met her thigh, then squirmed as the stinging heat spread through her belly to her pussy. Damn, if she wasn’t dripping down the side of his leg she’d be surprised.

  “Mm-hmm. And you sound like you want me to fuck you again.”

  “You’re delusional,” she accused.

  Finally, his fingers slipped between her thighs, discovering her not-so-disguisable secret.

  “That’s from before! It’s mostly lube from the condom, I swear.” She moaned as he pressed one finger into her, then a second, and started to manipulate her clit.

  He continued teasing her until she was mewling and clawing at the blanket under his legs in frustration.

  “Oh, sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “Should I stop?”

  “No, please,” she whispered, squirming to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Don’t stop.” This was humiliating, with him seeming so controlled. She could feel his gaze on her, measuring her reactions, learning all too quickly what angle and movements made her cry out in pleasure. An orgasm was already looming.