Clusterf*ck

by Ash Harlow

  I kneel at her feet. “I need you naked, cracker. I need to see all of you. I’m so fucking desperate for that.”

  She reaches for the buttons on her shirt, but I still her hands. “My gift, I want to unwrap you.” I undo the tiny buttons and slip the blouse off her shoulders. Her skin’s creamy and soft, and I dive for her shoulder, kissing and tasting her. Stella’s hand comes to my head, and she holds me against her neck, a shiver running right through her when I use my tongue. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste between her legs, and I aim to have her wet by the time I get there.

  I tug the shirt right off her, dragging it down her arms, following with my mouth as I kiss the skin I expose. The small hollow in the dip of her collarbone is particularly sensitive. I’ll drink champagne from that spot one day, that’s a promise. I unclasp her bra and free that, too, pushing back onto my knees to look at her. Perfect. Her nipples are tight, and when I take one in my mouth, she curses, drawing her knees up.

  Yeah, good sign right there. But I have to have her naked. I move quickly down her stomach. There’s a little freckle right beside her belly button and I tickle it. Stella giggles. I slip the button on her jeans and lower the zipper, then tug them off. A pair of cute scarlet panties are all that keeps me now from my prize.

  I place my mouth against the thin fabric covering her mound and gently bite her pussy. Her thighs are tense, and I slip my hands to her knees.

  “Open here, Stella. I need to taste you.”

  “Are you sure you want to do that? You don’t have to.”

  “I do have to. I’ve wanted to taste this pussy all day. I want to lick you until you’re so high on pleasure all you can think about is your need to come. The sweet scent of your pussy makes me so fucking hungry. Come on, you’ll love it as much as I will.”

  I watch her face, see the war she’s got going on in her head. Then she bites her lip, gives me a little nod that sends a surge of adrenaline through me.

  She’s still covered, and I go back to biting and nipping at her panties, and in no time, she’s pushing against my face. I need Stella to really want this. I don’t want any apprehension when I taste her the first time. It’s my fucking ego, but I want her to beg. I cover her whole pussy with my mouth, fill my lungs with air, then exhale, my hot breath mixing with the heat between her legs. She whimpers, says please. Now she has an idea of how good this is. Her panties are soaked, and I get the first taste of her through the cloth.

  “Reuben, please, I think I’m going to come.”

  I pull away abruptly. “No you’re not, sweetheart. These panties are so wet, they’re coming off now, and then I’ll get started. You won’t be coming until I’m ready to let you.”

  I don’t want her climax to be some endpoint of the things I do with my fingers and my mouth. I want complete control of it, to manipulate it, to choose the moment when she tumbles off that fucking cliff and freefalls into ecstasy.

  I have my finger hooked through the elastic of her pants, and keeping one hand on her hip to stop her from moving, I swiftly drag them off her and toss them to the floor.

  I push her legs wide, and there’s no reluctance from her now. Her pussy glistens with need, pure fucking honey, and I burn the image of it into my mind. I’ve never had anything so sweet on my tongue. I start with long, slow licks, from her tight little hole right up to her clit and back again. It must be hell. She wants more, but she’s not getting it yet. Her heels dig into the bed, and soon she’s moving her hips with me, following my tongue. I slide my fingers into her, drawing out the whimpers and moans, playing Stella’s hot tight cunt like the sweetest instrument I’ve ever held.

  My cock burns with the need to fuck her, and my balls ache with a pain that keeps me focused.

  Her clit’s swollen, becoming more sensitive, as she moans now when I suck it. Her pussy’s tight around my finger…tight, hot and slippery. I concentrate on her clit now, sucking and teasing with my tongue while I fuck her with a second finger. Her hand’s in my hair, her thighs tense against my head, trying to hold me right there.

  I stop again, smiling when she protests. I want to hold her right in the place where she’s just hovering on the brink of coming. A bite to her thigh brings a gasp. The different sensation should send that orgasm she needs into retreat as she deals with the sting. I lick the spot, tending it, sucking hard until it becomes too much, until the tingling in my scalp tells me she’s trying to pull my head away.

  I suck her clit into my mouth and hold it there, curl my fingers in her cunt. Her hips lift off the bed, and her moans increase. I fuck my fingers in and out of her, screwing them around when they’re deep. She’s ready again, her pussy squeezing my fingers, and much as I’d like to keep playing her, I need to fuck.

  Lifting my head, I watch her. Stella’s face is screwed up, eyes tight shut. “Look at me, cracker, eyes open.” I’m staring into those deep blue pools now. “I’m going to let you come this time. Don’t hold back. Give me everything. Got it?”

  She nods.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to come.”

  “How?”

  “Just like what you were doing.”

  She doesn’t make much sense, but I get what she’s saying.

  “Good girl. Make as much noise as you want.”

  This time I go for the prize, sucking the juice from her, finding the spot in her pussy that turns her whimpers into cries of pleasure. I’m nursing on her clit, flicking it with my tongue. Stella lets go, her hips bucking, and comes with a scream that’s a bastardization of my name and a curse. I go back to licking her as she tries to push my head away. Her pussy squeezes my fingers one last time as I ease them out.

  The sheets are wet with perspiration and pussy juice, bunched beneath her hips where she circled, grinding herself against my mouth. Given her nervous start, I love that she completely let go for me. Fucking love that.

  Crawling up the bed, I cradle her limp, damp body and hold her, curled into my chest.

  “My god,” she mutters through slowing breaths.

  “I’d like to be,” I say, because it’s the truth.

  8 ~ STELLA

  There were too many firsts in that scene for me to catalogue. Reuben seems to have sucked all the bones from my body, turning me into a limp, wet mess. I’m cocooned into his chest, a tight ball, completely overwhelmed by that orgasm. That was definitely a first. That redefined any climax I thought I’d achieved in my brief sexual history.

  “How are you doing?” His voice is gentle.

  “I think you’ve destroyed me, but it was an amazing way to go.”

  I feel his chuckle against my cheek as it rumbles through his chest.

  “That was a warm-up. The good part is yet to come.” Reuben eases himself away from me. He’s still fully clothed, and I lie in my boneless heap and watch him haul his clothes off like they’re suffocating him. I’ve seen him naked before, but there’s this new energy, an urgent thrum, about his body. His cock stands hard against his belly, and I’m really not sure I can take something that immense.

  He’s watching me as if he’ll devour me all over again, his breathing fast.

  “Fuck. I don’t have any condoms.”

  “There should be some in the drawer,” I tell him.

  He finds them, tears at the packet, and watching him cover himself, preparing himself for me, the way he handles his magnificent cock, is such a turn-on, my pussy throbs.

  Reuben crawls up between my thighs, lowers his mouth and kisses me. I can taste myself on him, on his mouth and beard.

  “Your perfect cunt is amazingly tight, Stella. I’ll be as gentle as I can until you get used to me.”

  I love the way he talks against my mouth, as if the words are only for us, as if he wants me to take them and swallow them and hold them inside me forever. His cock nudges at my entrance, and it feels the size of a fist.

  “Relax, let me in.” A soft kiss. “We’ll do this together.”

  More words
for me to capture with my next breath. I send a message to my body that it’s okay, he won’t hurt me, and feel him edge in.

  “That’s it,” he whispers. “Beautiful, just stay like that. I can feel your cunt squeezing the head of my cock.”

  The immense thickness fires the nerves at the entrance of my pussy. Something coils deep in my belly, and my arousal shoots through the roof. I cling to Reuben. “Oh, god,” I moan.

  “What is it? Tell me.” He eases in a couple more inches.

  “I think I’m going to come again.”

  “Fight it. Send it away. I want us to come together.”

  A couple more inches, and the intensity blooms, but I’m not on the edge anymore. Being filled this way is like being engulfed in a thick blanket of pleasure. The further he moves inside me, the more I’m overwhelmed. I’m panting, this is almost too much.

  “There, shh, keep still. I’m all the way inside you. You feel amazing. Breathe slowly, let your body adjust to my size, it knows what to do if you let it.”

  “I’m good,” I tell him. “It’s just…you’re so big.”

  “My ego thanks you.”

  He kisses me again. The storm outside has kicked up several notches. Rain pelts the roof, and the surf sounds as though it’s about to wash through the walls. But here, in Reuben’s arms, filled with his cock, I feel as though nothing can touch us.

  Our mouths stay locked together as he draws out a little, then eases back in. Each time he slides out further, pushes in deeper, over and over, a gentle rocking fucking. We’re moving as if we’re in the ocean. The noises I’m making, whimpers and moans, are foreign to me. Reuben shushes me, comforts me, continues to fuck.

  “Keep holding on, Stella. I don’t want this to end.”

  The speed of his fucking increases. It’s so powerful I think he’ll destroy me. He shoves his fingers into my mouth.

  “Suck them, baby, that’s it, don’t let go.” They’ve been in my pussy, and again I taste myself. It does nothing to hamper the climax that threatens to take over me.

  “Your cunt’s grabbing me, are you ready to come?”

  I try to answer over his fingers, but only manage an incomprehensible sound. He pulls them out, reaches between us and finds my clit.

  “Reuben, it’s too much.”

  “It’s okay, I’ve got you, I’m right here. Let go, Stella. That’s it, there, that’s the spot.”

  The intensity changes. He’s got my pleasure in his hands, ready to release it, but he drives into me now with a search for his own pleasure. He loses control, and I love that I’ve done that to him. Whatever had coiled inside me tightens to the extent that it can do nothing more than explode. Reuben rubs my clit harder, pulling out of me and slamming back in, and all I can do is hang on to him.

  It happens, everything fires and disintegrates, I hear Reuben’s roar of release, and he pounds into me, fast, his cock pulsing, spasming as my pussy grabs him again and again.

  He holds me, rocks me, and in minutes we can both breathe again. He’s still big inside me, my pussy occasionally clenching as if it wants to keep him there.

  “You’re magnificent,” he whispers. “I knew you would be.”

  Overdosed on happy hormones, I’m sleepy, as if drugged. Reuben finally slips out of me and pulls the blankets over us. He rolls me to my side, snuggling against my back and completely envelops my body. A finger strokes my cheek, his lips attentive at the back of my neck, and I feel completely at peace.

  A large clap of thunder wakens me, and I discover I’m alone in the bed. I want Reuben here with me. Where is he? A small frisson of anxiety jumps about in my head. More lightning, and I count—one, two, three—and there’s the thunder. The windows seem to tremble. The storm is close.

  Reuben’s had what he wanted and now he’s left me.

  No. I have to shut down that thinking. I’m not a needy person, not usually, but this is what his lovemaking has done to me. It’s tugged something small from my heart and planted it in my head to grow. It’s vulnerable, and frightened, and very young.

  I know I won’t sleep now, so I rise from bed and go to the bathroom. The mirror shows I have pillow hair, or is it just-fucked hair? My lips are still swollen from our kissing, the skin around my mouth coloured dark and grazed. My throat is parched and I gulp down a glass of water.

  Back in the bedroom I see Reuben’s T-shirt discarded on the floor, and I pull it on. He closed the bedroom door behind him when he left me, and I open it, creeping along the dark hallway like a thief.

  Music drifts along the hallway. A simple, pretty melody being played on a guitar. From the door of the sitting room, I see Reuben stretched along the window seat in the dark, watching the storm and playing his song.

  His voice stuns me with its beauty, soaring and lowering, spanning octaves that should be impossible. I slide down the door jamb and sit on the floor to listen. I don’t want to break into something that seems so personal. The thunder abates for a moment, and I can catch the words he’s singing.

  Something inside me slept

  Until you came here

  Something hidden I’d kept

  But you made me share

  Something inside me wept

  Because love’s not fair

  I need you near

  Always here

  Always seen

  Always mine

  Never my princess, always my queen.

  He stops playing. “Don’t ever hide from me, Stella. Come here and sit with me.” His voice is low and gravelly.

  I pad across the room in my bare feet, swamped by his T-shirt. Reuben lowers his guitar to the floor and opens his arms for me to climb into him.

  “Bad girl, lurking in the shadows. I knew you were there, felt your presence before you slid to the floor to hide.”

  “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

  “It’s too late. You’ve already disturbed me.”

  My back’s against his chest, and I feel his lips pressed into my hair. More strikes of lightning completely illuminate the yard and the beach. The surf is rolling and dangerous, crashing into the thunder to make one stupendous sound. I stiffen, holding my breath until the thunder stops.

  “Are you scared?” Reuben asks.

  “I love the storms, but when the thunder goes on too long, it messes with my nerves.”

  He rubs his face in my hair. “I’ll protect you.”

  I smile in the dark. “That song you were playing is beautiful.”

  “Thank you. It’s something new I’ve just started working on. This place, and you, have done wonders for me. I’ve got this burning need to play again, to write, to create. I didn’t know if I’d ever find that urgency again. By the end of the tour, I was going through the motions. I felt guilty for the fans, for not giving them everything, but you know, I don’t think they even noticed.”

  “This place is magic. It soothes and heals,” I say.

  I shift with his breathing, a slow rise and fall of his chest.

  “This looks good on you.” Reuben plucks at his T-shirt I’m wearing.

  “What? This old thing. Pfft, I’ve had it for years,” I tease.

  He tugs up the hem. “I like the access it allows me to your beautiful body.”

  He makes long stroking movements up my thigh and across my hip, and I melt into him. He’s wearing boxers, and I feel his cock stir.

  His lips press to my temple. He’s always nuzzling me, like a baby learning about its mother. “Fucking you was stunning” His words ruffle my hair. “A gift. Thank you.”

  “It’s not part of the regular service,” I say.

  “I’m glad to hear it. But the condoms, I’m grateful for those. They were a thoughtful touch.”

  “You’re not going to believe this, but they were Grandma’s idea. She insisted on keeping the place well stocked with condoms and lubricant. She said not having them when they were needed would be worse for guests than running out of milk, or wine.”

  “
I think I’d have liked your grandma a lot.”

  “She was amazing, more like a mother to me, to be honest.”

  “And what about your real mother?”

  Reuben’s question is punctuated by an appropriate response from the universe. A multiple lightning strike that turns the room night-day-night over what feels like about thirty seconds.

  I laugh. “See what happens when you conjure up my mother? My mother’s fine, just not suited for motherhood. She prefers to tour the world looking for enlightenment. I was raised on a commune for a while, so in that sense, I had a lot of mothers, but not that really close bond you need with a single person. My father was one of the men on the property, but they had a big ‘free love’ thing going on, and Mum claimed it would stunt me emotionally if I got hung up on who my father was. She started disappearing overseas, chasing whatever current spiritual quest she was hooked into, when I was about six. She’d come and go, and pretty soon Grandma and Granddad stepped in and gained custody of me. They mean the world to me, and now there’s just Granddad, so I’m fighting to keep this place for him.”

  “What, exactly, are you fighting?”

  He’s pulled the T-shirt right up now and is lightly stroking my stomach. I find it soothing, almost hypnotic.

  “Years of unpaid council rates. I guess the equivalent for you would be some sort of tax you pay to your city. The island’s on the market, but no takers so far. Developers have sniffed around, but Granddad doesn’t want the place turned into a holiday resort, and neither do I. He took a risk and listed it with the conservation department because of the endangered birds here: kiwi, dotterels, kokako, plus weta, which is an insect. And those little islands that surround us, they have tuatara, which is this prehistoric lizard that’s been around since the dinosaurs. Now the land can’t be developed beyond what exists. The problem is, nobody wants to buy it, either. I’m paying off the rates, bit by bit, but it’s hard to make a dent in the debt. Anyway, tell me about your childhood. You mentioned foster sisters.”