The Opposite Effect

by Shandi Boyes

  “Wait,” I instruct when her hands move to the hem of her dress. “I want to undress you.”

  Her eyes brighten with anticipation before she nods. The tips of my fingers float over the skin high on her thighs when I move them to grip the hem of her dress. My movements are hurried since I'm more than eager to see the skin after its scent kept me awake half the night. A rich floral aroma floats into the air when I whip off her dress in one quick motion. Discarding it onto the floor next to my jeans, I rake my eyes up Clara’s body, gliding them past the velvety smoothness of her cock-teasing legs, over the flat planes of her stomach, and across the generous swell of her breasts. Her perfect body sends a jolting spasm straight to my balls.

  “Fucking beautiful,” I mutter more to myself than Clara.

  My devoted gaze over her body only stops when I catch sight of her lust-riddled eyes. The unidentifiable glint her eyes were wearing earlier has been replaced with a gleam I know all too well. It's the shimmer of a woman preparing to be claimed. Taken. Utterly consumed. And I know just the man to do it.

  Now I just need to work out where to begin. Should I start at her heaving breasts that are thrusting up and down with every breath she takes? Or at the glistening slit her sheer panties barely cover. If we weren't in the confines of a bathroom, I would have started with her pretty little mouth. Considering its fiery tongue was the main reason for my cock's extended stint of abstinence, it has a lot of making up to do.

  When Clara drops her eyes to my lengthened rod and licks her lips, I wonder if she can read my thoughts.

  “Although I’d love nothing more than to have your lips wrapped around my cock, that’s not happening.”

  Her eyes rocket to mine as her face fills with confusion. “Why not?”

  I drift my gaze around the bathroom. Her eyes track mine.

  “Do you see a suitable location to host such an event?”

  Clara’s eyes instantly stop floating around the room and snap down to the tiled floor at my feet.

  Ignoring my twitching cock, I shake my head. “Nope. Not happening.”

  Her eyes missile back to mine. The shocked expression on her face has increased tenfold.

  “Princesses don’t kneel for anyone,” I mutter, answering the silent question her eyes are relaying. “When you suck my cock, it won’t be while you're on your knees.”

  My balls tighten when a soft moan ripples from her mouth. She looks both shell-shocked by my admission and turned on. Her astonishment is about to increase.

  “Beasts on the other hand—” Her breathing turns excited when I fall to my knees in front of her. “They have no problems kneeling before princesses.”

  She stares down at me with her mouth hanging wide and the scent of her arousal lingering through the air. Other than her rapid breaths, she stays quiet, which makes me even harder. It’s not every day a mere man can silence a fire-breathing princess.

  “Do something,” Clara eventually mutters when the stint of silence stretching between us becomes too great for her to ignore.

  “I will, when you tell me what you want.”

  “I want you,” she immediately replies, her voice husky and ball-tingling sweet.

  I don’t have a chance in hell of holding in my smug smirk, so I just let it go. “You’re going to need to be more specific than that.”

  “Why? Don’t act like you don’t know what you're doing, Brax. I had the unfortunate displeasure of witnessing your abilities first hand. I can assure you that you’ve got this covered.” Her brows scrunch together as a deadpan look slips over her face. “Please don’t tell me you're one of those guys who act all macho until they step into the bedroom.”

  The smirk on my face morphs into a full-toothed smile. Not only has the silky softness of her voice been replaced with the tone she regularly uses, but the fiery spark that makes my cock ache is beaming from her narrowed gaze. There’s a little flicker of the feisty temptress my cock is infatuated with. If I weren't loving her renewed feistiness, I wouldn't hesitate to assure her my handing over of the reins is a one-time only deal. But not wanting to snuff the impish gleam her eyes lost last night, I keep my mouth shut.

  I lean back until my backside is resting on the balls of my feet before lifting my eyes to Clara. "Were you told what to do your entire life? How to sit, eat, act?"

  She balks as her pupils widen, confirming my suspicion.

  “That’s not happening tonight. So, unless you tell me what you want, nothing is going to happen.”

  My attempt to boost Clara’s confidence strengthens when her yearning eyes leer into mine. The heavy pants of her breaths quicken before she murmurs, “How specific do I need to be?”

  My lips tug into a lewd smirk, pleased she isn’t backing down without a fight. I shouldn’t have expected any less. Although rattled from her encounter last night, Clara is one of the strongest and most opinionated women I’ve ever met, so I have faith she’s got this.

  “I only need to know three simple things. Where you want it, how fast, and how long.”

  She blinks three times in a row before she replies, “In the shower, hard and fast until my legs give out.”

  Ignoring my cock jumping from the hankering look beaming from her eyes, I ask, “No foreplay?”

  Clara inhales a quick breath before she shakes her head. “Not yet.”

  The grittiness of her voice travels all the way to the base of my cock, puffing my chest high. I’m smug as hell she's considering round two when we haven't even begun round one yet. More than eager to get this party started, I rise from the ground and band my arms around Clara's waist. A jagged growl tears from my throat when she asserts a small skerrick of control I'm handing her by sealing her lips over mine and spearing my mouth with her tongue. She grunts a long, purring moan like my mouth is the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. She explores my mouth with slow, tantalizing strokes as her nails scratch my back. Her kiss is mind-hazing and lush, a promise of the greatness about to be unleashed.

  Cupping her ass, I encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist. My cock hardens to the point it is almost painful when it is seared by the heat of her scorching pussy. While my tongue becomes reacquainted with every inch of Clara’s delicious mouth, I pace towards the shower recess. I rock my hips along the way, ensuring she can feel the effect her kiss has on me.

  Not removing my lips from hers, I lean in and turn on the shower before reaching up to bat the showerhead out of the way. I don’t want anything impeding my view of Clara in the midst of ecstasy. I’ve been waiting for this moment for months, and I don’t want anything between us. Not even something as simple as a stream of water.

  Steam curls around us as I walk through the double sized shower to the only sturdy wall. When I reach our destination, I pin Clara to the dark gray tiled wall with my body before dragging my lips away from her.

  “Here?” My breathless word exposes my wavering constraint.

  "Yes.” She rubs her clit against my shaft. "Here. There. Fucking anywhere. Just do it already."

  A ghost of a smile spreads across my face. This is the first time I’ve heard her say a proper curse word. I drop my eyes to her hot pink lace panties. “Expensive?”

  Clara leans back and slithers her hand down the smooth planes of her stomach. An animalistic groan rumbles up my chest when she grips her sheer panties in her hand and tears them off her body before muttering, “Not anymore,” exposing her patience is wearing thin. She isn’t the only one.

  I secure a better grip on her hip with one hand while the other one guides my stiffened shaft to the entrance of her pussy. She purrs a ball-clenching moan when I rub the crown of my cock through the folds of her wet pussy, coating myself in her slick wetness. Her pussy grows wetter and warmer with every second that ticks by. Happy she's wet enough to ease the friction she will feel from the lack of foreplay, I lift and lock my eyes with her heavy, hooded gaze.

  “You sure?” I ask, giving her one final chance to flee. If she agree
s now, there will be no turning back. “Because my cock has a slight fascination with you that will most likely get worse once he has you.”

  “Your cock or you?” Although her words are breathless, I can’t miss the cheekiness in her tone.

  I sweep my cock across her clit, wiping the glint of cheek right out of her eyes and replacing it with the vibrant spark of lust.

  “Does it matter either way?” .

  “No.” She drawls out the short word in a long, breathless moan.

  “Then let me ask you again. Are you sure?”

  My cock twitches when she replies, “Yes, I’m sure.”

  “Then let’s do this.”

  Clara throws her head back when I push the first inch of my cock inside her. Her pussy ripples around me, greedily sucking me in, begging for more.

  I clench my teeth, vying to ignore how good it feels to have her snug slit wrapped around me. Even though I haven’t climaxed in months, I want this to last as long as possible.

  I’ve notched in another three inches when reality dawns. Fuck!

  Ignoring the begging protests of my cock, I withdraw from Clara in one swift motion, place her onto her feet, then head out of the shower.

  “Where are you going?” Clara’s voice is as shaky as her thighs.

  “Need a condom.”

  My words are gruff, spurred on by my stupidity of forgetting something as critical as protection. This is the furthest I’ve ever gone without a condom. Normally my cock wouldn’t get within sniffing distance of its target without being wrapped. Only a woman as captivating as Clara would force me to lose my rational head.

  Snagging my jeans off the floor, I check the back pocket for my wallet. Even beyond annoyed with the delay, my cock is as hard as stone. The memories of Clara’s heat wrapped around it is enough to hold its focus.

  Failing to find my wallet in my jeans, I make my way to my bedroom. My steps are as fast as the string of illicit curse words streaming through my head.

  I stare at the top of my dresser for several seconds, shocked and confused. My bike key is in its rightful place, but my wallet is nowhere to be seen. I always house my wallet and key in the same location, so where the fuck is it? Only when the events of last night run through my head does another reality dawn on me. I left my wallet on my desk at Inked. Goddammit!

  I scrub my hand down my tired face as I stride back into the bathroom, mumbling incoherently under my breath. My steps are no longer eager, weighed down by my rapidly deflating cock. Because I’ve never brought a girl back to my apartment, and most of the bunnies I’ve played with bring their own supplies, I don’t have a single condom in my entire place. Not a goddamn one!

  When I enter the shower, my stupidity hits me fair in the guts. Even concealed behind a thick sheet of steam, nothing can take away from the entrancing beauty of a saturated and completely naked Clara. Her body is pure perfection. Graceful and lean, but designed to be fucked with mouthwatering pert breasts, long toned legs, and just the right amount of curves to set my heart racing. Her body is a promise of many restless nights and mind-shattering orgasms. And I’ve gone and fucked up the opportunity by not doing something as basic as stocking my bathroom vanity with condoms. I'm a fucking idiot.

  When Clara notices me entering the shower, her lips part and her breathing turns excited. Her chest thrusts up and down as she steps deeper into the flow of water. A steady stream of water rolls down her face, removing any tear stains left clinging to her cheeks. Her inviting eyes sweet talk me into joining her without a single word seeping from her lips. When I fail to step forward, she crooks her finger and gestures for me to move closer.

  “I can’t.” My words come out strangled since I have to fight my mouth to release them.

  Clara's eyes drop to my once again jutted and primed-to-go cock, its new bout of stiffness stirred by the ravishing visual of her naked in my shower.

  "I'm pretty sure you're good to go.” The soft purr of her voice makes me even harder.

  I shake my head. “Can’t. Don’t have a condom.”

  She flinches, her eyes widening. "Are you serious?"

  “Unfortunately, yes.” A brief chuckle escapes my lips. It is full of torment and despair.

  “Oh my god,” she mumbles, her words muffled by her hand, which shoots up to slap over her mouth.

  Her eyes bounce between mine for several heart-clenching seconds before she murmurs, “Are you clean?”

  “No,” I mutter, my response short and swift.

  The width of her eyes grows as she gasps in a ragged breath. I stare at her, utterly confused by her shocked reaction.

  “Yes, I’m fucking clean. I work with needles for crying out loud. We get checked regularly. I meant no to your suggestion of going bareback,” I growl when it dawns on me why she's looking at me in disgust. “I’m not fucking you without a condom.”

  In an instant, a mask of anger slips over Clara’s face. “Why? Are you worried I’ll try and pin a pregnancy on you or something?”

  “What? No! Don’t be fucking ridiculous.”

  She crosses her arms under her mouthwatering breasts. “Then what’s the problem?”

  The longer I delay in replying, the redder her face lines with anger. She stares at me with her eyes glaring and nostrils flaring. “If I’m clean and you’re clean, I don’t see what the problem is.”

  “Because I don’t fuck without a condom. Period.” My angry voice shrills off the tiled wall and jingles into my ears.

  I'm not angry at Clara; I'm furious at myself. I've wanted this for months, and now I'm the one putting up barriers. But this is a rule I'm not willing to break. Clara has already forced me to break many rules I said I never would, and I'm not willing to back down on another.

  Clara reinforces her strong stance. “You don’t fuck without a condom?”

  I nod.

  “Just like you don’t mess with members of your crew? And you don’t bring girls back to your apartment?”

  “Exactly,” I reply, nodding.

  My eyes follow Clara’s hand as she runs it down her naked body. “Member of your crew, and the last time I checked, I was still a girl.”

  "That you are," I mutter, dropping my heavy-lidded gaze to her glistening slit.

  Just like its owner, Clara's pussy is prim and proper. If it weren't for the small strip of light-colored hair running down the middle, it would be entirely bare. It is pink and smooth, and I have no doubt it tastes even better than it looks.

  Dragging my eyes away from the pussy I'm dying to be immersed in, I lock them with a pair of eyes I haven't seen in months. Clara's gaze has the same determined look they had when she fought for her position at Inked. They show her mind is made up and that she isn't leaving this shower until she gets what she came here for. So I guess I’m going to have to give it to her.

  Clara’s throat works hard to swallow when I push off my feet and slowly stalk towards her. For every step I take, the anger raging in her eyes dulls from a fierce storm to a faint mist.

  “Do you want to come, Princess?” My words are gravelly and deep as excitement thickens my blood.

  Clara stares me straight in the eyes before unashamedly nodding.

  “I don’t need a condom to make you come.”

  Any protests spilling from her lips muffle into an erotic moan when I fall to my knees in front of her, hoist her leg over my shoulder, and suck her throbbing clit into my mouth. Her thighs clamp around my head as my tongue is swamped by the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Clara moans, gripping the back of my head with her hand to draw me in even closer. “Don’t stop.”

  “No chance of that happening.” Especially since I’ve now had a taste of her, there's no chance I’ll give this up.

  Clara's back arches, her hips thrusting forward as my tongue runs the length of her silky-smooth slit. I gather every drop of the arousal slicking her pussy with more wetness than the water pumping from the showerhead. When I sp
ear my tongue inside her, she grows wetter, and her groans become more feral.

  “Brax,” she purrs, her voice husky and strained as she writhes against me. “It feels so good. . .”

  I suck her, lick her, devour every fucking inch of her until she screams my name in a startled cry. I growl and my cock throbs when my tongue is coated with evidence of her climax. She quivers against my mouth as her ear-piercing cries slowly simmer to a husky moan. Hearing my name torn from her throat during ecstasy is the most thrilling thing I’ve ever heard. It was just how I anticipated: throaty, breathless, and ball-tighteningly sweet.

  I slow down the lashings of my tongue, trying to gently bring her back from the earth-shattering climax surging through her body. Once her violent convulsions weaken, I place a final lick on her pulsating clit before standing, meeting her eye to eye. Her heavy-hooded gaze is blazing, but unlike before we entered the bathroom, her eyes are fired with nothing but lust. Just seeing her sexually satiated look has me wanting to bang my chest like a caveman. Maybe Clara was right. Maybe I am a beast?

  “Are you ready for round two?” I murmur, raising my hanker-filled eyes to hers.

  Her eyes flash before she nods.

  “Put your foot onto the hob,” I instruct, nudging my head to the tiled hob on my right.

  A grin tugs my lips high when she does as told without a single protest. Although I said earlier Clara was going to control the pace of our exchange, now that I've tasted her, the dynamic has switched. Once my natural dominance is unleashed, there's no chance of reeling it back in. Thankfully, from the impish gleam in her eyes, I don't think she's concerned with the change of power.

  I lift my eyes to Clara's flushed face. "Now I'm going to fuck you hard and fast in the shower as you requested."

  Her breathing pants out as her eyes brighten with excitement.

  “Only using these,” I continue, wiggling my fingers in the air.

  She sighs. It is a disappointed sigh.

  Her disappointment shifts to exhilaration when I slip two of my fingers inside her. A tingle races along the length of my spine when her plush tightness clamps around my fingers. She's tight, wet, and silky soft. When my fingertips brush the sweet spot inside of her, her head falls back, and she sucks in a hasty breath. I keep my eyes arrested on her beautiful face as I rub my thumb over her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her in a speed at which I wish I were fucking her. My cock aches, begging to be immersed in her slick wetness, but I continue with my mission, not willing to give into my desire until her legs give out.