by Portia Moore
His thumb circles my clit, stroking the throbbing spot where I want to be touched more than anything, and I moan again, reaching to slide my hand into his boxers. I want to feel him in my hand, want to stroke him and hear the same groans come from his lips, but he grabs my hand before I can touch him and pins it behind my back. He lowers his head as he keeps stroking my clit, biting and sucking the soft skin at the hollow of my neck where it meets my shoulder, and all I can do is cling to him with the arm I have wrapped around his neck, my hips rolling against his finger. I feel a fresh flood of arousal, and then I feel his rhythm start to slow, and I groan with frustration. “Teasing bastard,” I purr at him, trying to get him to speed up as I rock my hips, and then he stops altogether.
I pull back, glaring at him. My body is throbbing with need, lust pulsing through me like a heartbeat, and when he grins down at me condescendingly, I could slap him. “Want me to stop?” he asks, and I narrow my eyes at him angrily, so horny that all I want to do is push him onto his back and slide down onto his dick. But he’s already kept me from doing that once. He kisses me hard again, and I bite down on his lower lip, so hard that I taste the metallic hint of blood. He finds my clit again, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, and I moan loudly against his mouth, thrusting my hips into his hand. “Don’t stop,” I gasp, breathless. I’m so close to the edge.
“You sure?” he mumbles, his words vibrating against my lips as I kiss him again, hard and deep. I slide my tongue into his mouth, arching against him, begging for release. I need to come, I’ve never needed it this badly in my life, and if he would just…I don’t know what it is, but there’s something more that I need, and then I could go over the edge…
But he slows down again. Asshole! I cry out with frustration, trying to rub myself against his hand harder as he keeps up a slow, soft stroke on my clit, and he leans closer to me. “How long have you been working at that club?”
I glare at him with an expression of mingled confusion and irritation. “Are you kidding?” I laugh, the sound dry and annoyed as I grind down against his thumb, seeking out more of the pleasure that I need. He just shakes his head, keeping up the slow circles, and I whimper again, so frustrated that I could almost cry.
“Tell me,” he whispers, the pressure becoming a slow pulse as he kisses me gently, each press of his thumb against me making me throw my head back and gasp, the muscles in my thighs twitching from the strain.
“Fuck you!” I snarl, but I can’t make myself get away from him. Any other time I would just leave, but I’m so close to coming, I can’t pry my body away from his hand. I need the orgasm, more badly than I ever have. Nothing I’ve ever done to myself could match this.
“Yeah, but I’m going to need some answers first,” he says, laughing as he lets go of the hand that he had held behind my back, his hand stroking and squeezing my ass as he keeps up the pulsating pressure between my legs. I moan helplessly, writhing against him, but I scowl defiantly in his face and snap, “No.”
His fingers move faster, his hand on my ass, sliding just towards my wet opening as he teases the promise of something inside of me, filling me. I’m so close, and just as my legs start to tremble with the oncoming orgasm, he stops again. Fuck!
“Five months!” I exclaim in a whimper, glaring at him with something very close to hatred mixed with blinding lust as he whispers “Good girl,” and begins to speed up. He’s stroking me in earnest now, his fingers making fast circles against my hot, wet, swollen flesh as I moan uncontrollably, gasping with need as I pray that he doesn’t stop again.
He doesn’t. He keeps going, until my whole body seizes in an orgasm that makes me shudder from forehead to toes, every muscle locking up as I thrust wildly against his hand, squirming and writhing as I cry out in a high-pitched voice, the pleasure so intense that for a second I think I might pass out. I collapse against him, my lips against his ear, and I can feel his cock pressing against me, twitching with unsatisfied need. Good, I think. Let him ache for a little while, too. “You’re an asshole,” I pant against his ear, and lean back, dizzy with ecstasy and satisfaction.
“For making you come all night?” he asks, and I roll my eyes. What an arrogant bastard.
“I only came once,” I retort, the challenge clear.
“It’s still early,” he murmurs, and gently pushes me back down onto the bed, his lips sliding down my stomach the way they did earlier. But once again, he stops at my belly ring, and then grabs me and flips me over, squeezing my ass again. I moan, arching up into his touch, and he leans down, biting one side. I whimper, squirming under him, and I can practically feel his satisfaction. He continues to squeeze as he slides his tongue up my spine, sending shivers over my skin as he pushes my long hair aside and kisses the middle of my neck. I stiffen, a wave of pleasure washing over me as his lips brush that sensitive spot, and when he circles it with his tongue I whimper. He presses his lips against it, sucking harder, and I cry out, my fingers digging into the sheets.
And then I feel his hand between my thighs, his fingers stroking my center, one of them slipping inside of me. I’m so wet, dripping with it, but I can feel him struggling to get his finger all the way inside of me, and my thighs tighten instinctively around his hand. I want this, I do, but I can’t help but be nervous. I know it will hurt at least a little, and while I’m not afraid of pain, if it’s that hard for him to get a finger inside…
I roll over onto my back, and see him looking at me speculatively. I quickly plaster my practiced, seductive smile onto my face, but he’s giving me that look again, as if he’s trying to figure me out. “What’s taking so long?” I snap, trying to regain control of the situation. “Grab a condom and fuck me.” He’s naked now, and I reach down for his dick, wrapping my hand around the thick shaft and stroking the length of it. It’s rigid in my hand, pulsing with need, the velvety skin gliding along my palm as he groans, but he puts his hand over mine, pushing it away.
“Hold on,” he tells me, and I feel the familiar flare of anger. Just like last time, he’s pumping the brakes right when we get to the part that I want, the part that will get rid of my virginity once and for all. “How old are you?” he asks, and I glare at him.
“Why does it matter?” I let him see and hear all of my annoyance.
“Are you legal?” he asks, clearly equally annoyed, and I laugh at him. He’s asking this now, after he’s already brought me to one screaming orgasm in his lap?
“If I wasn’t, wouldn’t it be sort of late to ask that now?” I put all the sarcasm I can into my voice.
“Tell me you’re legal,” he snaps, grabbing my arms, and I can’t help but laugh again. He looks worried and anxious, and I relish it more than a little. I roll my eyes.
“It wouldn’t stop any of this that’s going to happen.”
“Yes the fuck it would!” he shouts, and I can’t help but smile a little. What a Boy Scout.
“Yes, I’m legal!” I retort, shaking my head. “God, I’m a year older than you.” I toss my hair back and lean back into the pillows.
“How do you know how old I am?” He runs a hand through his hair, looking down at me confusedly.
“Because they took your ID at the club. You may go home with complete strangers, but I don’t,” I tell him, laughing in his face as I look up at him.
“I’m going to ask you something, and I really need you to tell me the truth.” He looks almost exhausted, and I’d feel sorry for him, if I didn’t just want him to get on with it and fuck me.
I already know what he’s going to ask, and I narrow my eyes at him, but I don’t say anything.
“Are…are you a virgin?”
I just stare at him. I don’t want to answer the question. It goes one of two ways after this: either he refuses to fuck me, or he does, and it turns into some big thing where he’s taken my virginity and it’s a connection between us and he blows it up into more than it is. I just want to do it, and leave. I want the blinding pleasure, the ecstasy that happ
ens whenever we touch, but I also want to get this finished.
“Something is really wrong with you,” I laugh, anger filling my words as I swing my legs off of the bed and start gathering up my clothes. This was a stupid idea. Fool me once, as the saying goes, but I hadn’t expected him to pull this shit again. “What kind of guy turns down sex to play twenty-one questions?” I shake my head. “Are you gay?”
I pull my skirt on, more and more over all of this by the second. “This will be the last time you see me, and stay away from my job,” I tell him forcefully, reaching for my shirt.
“Sit down!” he snaps, grabbing my purse.
“Give me my purse!” I glare up at him, reaching unsuccessfully for it as if I’m going to fight him for it. He looks as if he’s about to laugh, and it just infuriates me more. “You do know your balls are very vulnerable right now.”
“Take off your clothes,” he says quietly.
I look up at him, confused. “No.” I say dismissively, looking away. “I don’t really want to fuck you anymore.”
He just grins at me and throws my purse across the room. Before I can yell at him, or say anything at all, he grabs my face and kisses me hard, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his fingers slide between my legs again, dipping into the soft, hot wetness there.
“I think you do,” he says, almost mockingly.
I glare at him and try to slap him, swinging for his face, but he grabs my hand and pins me down on the bed. I can’t get away, and looking up at him I don’t know if I want to attack him or kiss him.
Kiss him. I want to kiss him. I’m on the verge of hating him right now, but my body doesn’t, and it’s yelling more loudly than my mind is at the moment. I feel myself go lax under him, my body surrendering to my desire for his touch, and he pulls back, standing in front of me and looking down to lock eyes with mine.
I let out a sigh of frustration and reach down to pull off my shirt, throwing it aside. I didn’t have time to put my bra on, and I see his eyes flick down to my breasts, the nipples hard and aching to be touched. I stand up, my body brushing against his as I slide my skirt off, keeping my eyes locked on his the entire time, challenging him to back down, to stop me.
Without a word, he walks to the other side of the room as I watch and gets a condom, then moves to the center of the bed. His hand slides down his thick, erect cock as he puts it on, and I can practically see it throbbing, aching for me to slide down onto him the way his hand just did.
He jerks his head. “Come take a ride, then.”
It’s huge, and I have no clue how it’s going to fit. But I’m not backing down. I don’t let him see a hint of fear as I climb onto the bed and straddle his lap, the head of his dick pulsing against me as I press downwards, my lips parting as I try to slide onto him. I’m soaking wet, but the pressure is too much. I keep my face neutral, not letting him see any weakness, but no matter how I push down I can’t seem to get him into me. He grabs my hips, holding me in place, and I look away. I flush hot and red, embarrassed all over again, and frustrated beyond belief. I just want to do this one, normal thing. I just want to go home with a hot guy and fuck him, ride his dick until we both come, and go home. I want to do what everyone else does, but I can’t seem to manage even this.
“Change of plans,” he murmurs, grasping my waist.
“But…” I start to protest, wriggling on the half an inch of him that I’ve managed to get inside of me, but he slaps my ass and I go still. He rolls me gently onto my back, leaning over me, but I don’t look him in the eye. He’s kissing my neck, all over, finding the spot that made me go wild earlier, and I moan softly as his lips and tongue caress my sensitive skin.
I wrap my legs around his waist, but he starts to slide down my body again, down to my belly ring, and I run my fingers gently through his hair. He presses his thumb against my clit again, eliciting a gasp from me as he gently rubs it, and then before I realize what he’s doing, his mouth is between my legs, his lips and tongue brushing over my clit as I cry out. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt, wet and warm and almost soothing, but incredibly arousing at the same time. I whimper, writhing against his mouth as he slides his tongue lower, pushing it inside of me and sliding it in and out a few times before he moves upwards again, locking his lips around my clit and sucking, then lashing it with his tongue.
I grip his hair, feeling the muscles in my thighs twitch as the orgasm starts to build again. It feels…different, the build more gradual, but the pleasure is stronger, better. I’m gasping now, moaning as he speeds up, the soft sounds of his mouth on me driving me wild as he swirls his tongue around my clit. “Oh god,” I gasp out, my thighs tightening around his shoulders, and then I let go of his hair, digging my nails into the sheets as he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue so fast that I see stars as I feel everything between my legs start to pulse and throb, my body arching and writhing as I throw my head back and cry out.
That was one of the most intense things I’ve ever felt.
He pulls my legs apart, I can feel him pressing against my opening as he grips himself, beginning to guide himself into me as he looks down for permission. All I can do is nod, the aftershocks of my orgasm still fluttering through me as he wraps my arms around his neck and lifts one leg over his shoulders, gently beginning to slide into me.
My thighs are trembling, my breath coming in short pants as I feel the pressure of him moving inside of me inch by inch, but the expression of sheer bliss on his face and feeling the effort that it’s taking for him to go slowly, I feel triumphant. He stops halfway, and I thank God. I’m doing everything I can not to tell him to pull the hell out, but I can feel him throbbing inside of me, his face full of pleasure, and he looks down at me as if confirming that I’m alright.
I nod, closing my eyes, and I then I feel him bend down and kiss me, his lips soft and gentle. There’s no battle for dominance now, just his lips brushing over mine as his tongue gently explores my mouth, him sliding inch by inch more deeply into me as he breaks the kiss at last, and I pant softly, looking up at him. I feel stretched beyond belief as my body adjusts around him. It’s clear now I didn’t sell the idea of not being a virgin but now feeling him inside of me I’m glad that he hasn’t believed me. I can’t imagine him ramming his dick into me thinking I’m a pro at this, I would have died.
“All in,” he whispers, his hips twitching as he settles inside of me, and I grin up at him. I start to relax, and I feel him begin to slide out again, a slow thrust that I can feel in every nerve.
“Can you move with me, babe?” he asks, and I arch my hips, trying to meet his rhythm as he strokes into me and slowly back out again, his lips pressed tightly together as if he’s fighting for control. That turns me on more than ever, that it’s so good, he wants me so much that he’s doing his best not to fuck me hard, or come on the spot.
“Maybe,” I whisper innocently, rocking my hips as I try to find his rhythm, my body sore but starting to relax. I start tentatively as we begin to fit together and when I do find the comfort to match his rhythm, it’s perfect. We’re in sync, my hips arching up to meet him with each thrust, and he reaches between my legs, stroking my clit gently as he begins to thrust deeper, finding the pace I can enjoy. I moan, the sight of him above me and inside the dull pain changing to something else, a ache for more, the tension in my stomach building again as he moves.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers, thrusting a little faster. “So fucking tight.”
I thrust my hips against him a little faster, meeting his eyes.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, pushing in deeper, and I whimper, “Yes,” and then gasp as he thrusts all the way in again.
He freezes in place, clearly afraid that he’s hurt me. “Fuck, sorry,” he says quickly, and I glare at him, then smile softly.
“It’s okay,” I gasp again, feeling his fingers resume their rhythm along with his cock, and then I feel him slow down. I groan with frustration, rollin
g my hips and squeezing him as I seek out the sensation that will push me over the edge for the third time tonight. “Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Then don’t do that,” he tells me, laughing as I bite my lip, squeezing myself around him again.
“You mean this?” I ask, grinning with a satisfied smile at the expression on his face. This isn’t so bad, it’s beginning to feel great.
“Fuck, Alana,” he groans, thrusting deeper into me, and I know he’s going to come soon.
“Ian,” I groan as his fingers press against my clit, my breathing coming faster and faster as I feel him, rock-hard inside of me, thrusting into me harder now as he loses control, needing to be in me as deeply as he can go, pain and pleasure colliding.
I’m about to come. I feel it washing over me, the pressure of his thick, hard length inside of me overwhelming my senses along with the touch of his hand. I can feel myself clenching around him, squeezing and pulsing, and he cries out as I feel him throb inside of me, his orgasm causing his entire body to shutter, as he groans my name again and I tumble after him everything in me feels like I’m floating.
As he slumps down onto me and then rolls next to me, his naked body against mine as we both catch our breath, I realize something that I should have known from the start.
Tonight was the best thing I’ve ever felt.
And I’m already fucking addicted.
8
Kam
She’s happy.
I’ve managed to make her happy, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had by far. Since the first date, we’ve been practically inseparable, and since the night I took her home after the concert at the bar, I’ve hardly wanted to let her out of my sight. I know it’s the first rush of new love, exciting and intoxicating, but I can’t help thinking that this will last. That Megan might just be the one.