TAT Box Set

by Emjay Soren

  I smile loving instantly the effect I have on him. “Okay Chad.” I say and lay back letting him have me however he wants me. It only takes a few strokes before I’m rocking my hips against him and I’m so close to that brink. “Oh, Chad I think I’m gonna come again.” I can barely speak as chills race over my skin and an intense pressure takes hold inside of me. This orgasm is different, and I can tell just by the reaction my body is having before I detonate, and I know it without understanding that it’s a vaginal orgasm.

  I immediately think he will stop but he smiles and winks at me shooting me toward it with a single-minded intent. He knows how to please me and for once I am thankful Chad has a sexual past. He grabs my hands and pulls me up and over him, never stopping or pulling out. Now he is upright on his knees and I am spread over him on his lap. We are face to face and he is deeper and harder than before. “Harder?” He asks knowing exactly what I need. I try not to think about how he knows it.

  “Yes.” I cry and he grips my hips and pulls me against each thrust. I shatter and lose all control. I arch my back, my head rolling and exposing my neck. Chad is there licking and kissing me groaning as I feel my body shudder and shake with every tremor. I want this all day every day and absolutely nothing else.

  “So tight baby… your fucking squeezing me so good.” Chad moans and then he lets loose on me in wild enthusiasm slamming into me and making my body quake. He lifts and brings us back down to the mattress and he lets his weight press me down so that all I can feel is Chad Blake, in and on me. “Fuck baby can I come?” He asks and I find the question insane because I don’t know why he would not want to come.

  “Jesus yes Chad come. Come just as hard as you made me come.” Not knowing that what I was saying was considered dirty talk I continued to stroke his ego with praise for his penis and its ability to make me beg cry and scream.

  “Look at me Carrie.” He yelled but there was no anger in his tone, it was all pleasure. “Look at me when I come baby. I need to see you.”

  I cup his face in my hands and lock our gazes when he shouts a curse and stills inside of me. I can feel his erection kicking inside me and I love it. His lips fall to mine and his tongue is lost on my tongue. There is no room for anything but him inside of me. No room for hate or shame or sadness. There is only a glowing warm spot that is all comfort and safety and yes, love! And it’s all because of this man panting and breathless beside me.

  It could have been hours or even days. We lay against one another, my chest over his as my fingers walked paths along his back and his arms, trailing the yellow brick road to his skin’s version of the Emerald City. Like always my eyes fell to his version of the Tin man. It was a woman dressed up in a candy striper uniform only pin up style, so she was sexy as hell. “Why is your Tin man a Tin Woman?” I trace my fingers over the defined eye lashes and kissy lips of the Tin woman and following the yellow brick road and the broken hearts that lie upon it.

  He grasped my fingers and brought them to his lips before linking them and pulling them to his chest. He had been lying on his stomach with his head to the side facing me as I curled on the side of him mapping out his inked up back. The move pulled me closer but now half lying on his back I could see the lion and the scarecrow on his arm. “My mom died when I was born. It was complications with the labor. She had heart disease and didn’t know, and the birth was too much strain on her, and she went into cardiac arrest and never came out. I made her the Tin woman because of that.

  Now he unclasped my fingers and raised up on his forearms as I shifted back onto the side of him. Chad pulled me across his back again, so I now lay on the side with the lion and scare crow. Laughing at how easily he moved me I snuggled in tight to his side. He rolled to his side facing me and held his tatted arm out.

  “After my mom died my dad couldn’t take the pressure of single dad-hood and offed himself. He’s the lion, because of the coward’s way out. He took no thought to where I would go or who would want me. I lucked out when Grandpa took me without thought. He was in his forties at the time and still young. My grandma had died of the same thing as my mom, but it had been a few years before I came along. So, growing up it was me and my grandpa. He was telling me from as far back as I can remember to use my brain and apply myself for a better life.

  “He made me work for my first guitar that I bought off Cal when I was twelve after mowing lawns for three summers.”

  “It’s your black acoustic isn’t it?” I asked knowing that it had to be second hand and his favorite. I knew a story was there.

  He nodded. “I love that guitar. I have put more money into it then what it would cost to buy a new one. It’s not the same though, Grandpa made me earn it with my own sweat. So yeah, he’s the scarecrow because he was bound and determined I use my brain.” He pointed to the stance the scarecrow was taking, his arm pointed out towards nothing while the other pointed towards Emerald City. “Use your brain and pick your path, never stray and never second guess yourself and you’ll be fine. He told me that at least a thousand times but I did as he said. Pointing to Emerald City is where they are waiting for me and pointing to nothing is endless possibility.”

  “God, I love that Chad. I love that your canvas is your story and that every little thing holds meaning to you. Creative as hell to, it’s amazing.” I look up at him and drop a kiss on his shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

  I love this man with so much of myself that it’s hard to breathe at times. I love his mind and how creative he is in every aspect of himself. I am lying on my back and he is tracing invisible patterns on my skin. “What would you tattoo on me?”

  He smiles and lets his hand glide down my body to the soft skin of my pubis. “That’s easy baby.” He says with a devil may care grin and kisses me just above the slit of me. “I would use script right here.” He says indicating the top of my vagina. “It would say ‘ Property of Chad Blake.” He laughs when I do and then drops a kiss to that very spot then gets serious. “I would go freehand on the inside of your thigh, something as beautiful as you.” He shrugs, lost in thought. “I can’t touch you without intimacy and it would melt me every time I could see my ink before I make love to you.”

  He leans in kissing me and we find ourselves at the start of round two when he falls between the cradle of my legs and runs a finger through the slit of me and gasps. “Always so ready for me.”

  “Always” I gasp when he slips his finger inside. I lean up to kiss him and from the angle I’m laying I can see where the tattoo ends and is left blank on his right shoulder. “What are you putting her baby?” I ask and trail my tongue over his collar bone before I nibble the skin on the cap of his shoulder.

  “That’s where Dorothy will be.” He pushes against me with his hand sliding deeper when he pulls back and moves his finger to his mouth sucking my wetness away.

  “And Dorothy is who?”

  He smiles his Rockstar smile and winks at me. “Don’t know yet. Dorothy is my symbol for home. I don’t know what home is yet. Might be in LA if we ever make it big, might be a woman. I won’t know till I find home when I do that will be my Dorothy.” He didn’t say anymore, just slipped inside of me with painful slowness and made love to me, mind heart and body. There were no more words left to be said.

  *

  “What time is it?” She asks me as we both lay spent…for now anyways. I could go at her all night and not need a break.

  I keep my arms around her as I roll to look at my phone. “Nine-thirteen.”

  “I think I need to get home.” She groans and as much as I hate her leaving, I understand she might need time alone to come to terms how far we came in just twenty-four hours,

  I shift to get out of the bed and dress and look anywhere but at her, spent on my bed.

  “Any clue where my clothes are?” She huffs like she is pissed, my quilt around her as she searches the floor.

  I laugh as I look around. “I think their scattered from the kitchen to right there.” I point to
the floor where her bra is and have to adjust my hardening dick at the memory of her sweet nipples hidden under that bra a few hours ago.

  She gives me a horrified look and covers her face, “Oh no what if Harvey came home?”

  I laugh and come up to hug her. “Me and gramps have a code Carrie. He knew not to come home tonight.”

  She looks up at me all offended and shit. “That’s despicable.” She pulls away from me and starts dressing quickly and I realize she’s pissed at something.

  “What’s up Carrie girl?”

  She doesn’t answer as she wraps the quilt around her waist and heads for the door. I reach for her arm to stop her from leaving. “What the hell baby? Where are you going Carrie?”

  “Home obviously!” She snaps. Her eyes glossy from unshed tears.

  “Were you gonna wait for me or just run?” I don’t know what the hell I did or said, but she was clearly pissed.

  She covers her face again, mumbling an ‘I’m sorry’.

  “For what?” I ask.

  “Nothing just forgets it.”

  I pull her close not letting her off so easily. “No, no forgetting. What happened that freaked you baby?”

  I kiss her below her ear.

  “I had a momentary lapse in my confidence is all.”

  “Tell me why.” I bite the lobe of her ear and press my cock against her knowing damn well why she was feeling that way. “Tell me or I’ll test a theory here and now Carrie.”

  She freezes at my words. “When I said I had to go… you seemed relieved.”

  I nod, placing my hand under her bran and tweaking her nipple. “That makes no sense baby.” I say it as I press her more firmly against the door. “Tell me or I’ll fuck it out of you?”

  I feel her shock at my threat, but the time had come that she know damn well where my head is. I am sick of the accusations with my past. The fact she thinks I would be relieved to take her home proves she still doesn’t see me for who I am instead of a fucking persona.

  “You said you and Harvey have a code. It reminded me of the fact I am one in many.” Fuck me… there we go back to my history and not the fact that I just confessed my love and rode her twice roaring her name when I came. I cup between her legs, she is so god damned wet and vulnerable and I want her here, exposed as I prove my point.

  I might come at her hard, I might push her buttons and I might even make her hit me, but she needed a fucking lesson. What I got into as a single man and what I am doing now are two separate fucking things. She would learn that right fucking now.

  “Your right, you’re the exception and the rule Carrie. I have fucked a lot and I don’t deny it or hide it. Maybe I should show you the benefits of my experience. Then you can get a taste of all the shit I plan on doing to this hot little body of yours.”

  She came. She just fucking came as I touched her, got dominant on her. She fucking came. “Fuck yeah Carrie.” I groan and look down to my wet fingers, shocked she got off on my Alpha shit.

  But if it works do not fucking fix it.

  “Something’s wrong…” She cries out and I realize she likes the nasty, the dirty bump in the night.

  Carrie is kinky.

  “I’m so confused!” She cries out as I slam two fingers in her and thrust, my free hand searching the dresser drawer beside me for a fucking condom.

  I place the condom between her lips and watch as she tears it open. I fall to my knees and lick up her slit, flicking my tongue on her clit. Her legs are shaking, and I love it. “Fucking wet as hell baby.”

  I kiss her quickly as I adjust both of us. “One day I’ll teach you to roll these on with your mouth but not tonight…” I say as we both watch me roll the rubber down my cock before I slam into her hard.

  “Look at me Carrie.” I demand as I shift against her.

  “I could be in a number of different women tonight.”

  I watch as my words penetrate that thick ass skull of hers and she fights me now, wants me kissing her ass like I keep doing. Not tonight, tonight she was learning I had limits too. She tried to push me back and if I thought for a second, she was scared, I would have stopped, but she was being a spoiled brat. I lifted her and forced her legs around my waist. “Don’t flinch or fight me Carrie. I would never hurt you. If you want me out of you, just say the word.”

  I thrust and thrust, waiting for her to tell me to back off. Instead her nails rip down my back and spur me on. “I could be in a number of beautiful women. They would let me in, scream and shout in ecstasy and be just as gritty and dirty as I wanted then leave me with nothing more than a request for another night another time.”

  I slam into her, look her in the eyes. “I have never wanted that.”

  I thrust in again, making my point with every word, every movement. “I have wanted desperately to be here with you. Even if I were leaving with blue balls and a broken heart, I would choose you over them.”

  Her cry of pleasure assaults all my instincts and I pin her tighter against the wall as I fuck her sweet body. “I say again that you can take what you want from me.”

  My hands are on her hips as I control the depth, her sweat is on my skin, her scent in my nose and I want to swallow and live off every whimper she makes. The emotions I feel contradict how I fuck her here and now. I want to ride her body smooth and drag out every second with her, but to prove my point I will give her the very fantasy that made me the legend I am today. She might never accept my past, but she reaps the benefits of it now and I hope this isn’t all I have to offer.

  “Take everything that I am, because without you I am a vacant shell.” I slip from her body trying to breathe because I am too worked up and I need to be seen and heard. The head of my cock sits just at her entrance as I look at her, breathing heavily and mad as hell. “There are many times I tried to walk away from you. To stop you from owning every part of me, and those moments flew out the window and blew far from existence the second you said, ‘all in’. When I tell you to take what you want, that you own me, entirely. I mean it Carrie. I’m yours and you should feel free to touch me and demand from me anything you want. I am truly and utterly yours to have for as long as you let me in.”

  I look at her before dropping my head in defeat.

  “Chad…” She chokes and I look at her, her fingers interweaving mine as I raise them over her head.

  “Take what you want from me Carrie.” I plead, exhausted from proving myself every minute and defending myself at the same time. I just want her to trust me.

  “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

  I take our entwined fingers and place her hand on my chest over my heart. “Just touch me baby. Your touch ignites me Carrie, gets me so fucking hard.”

  She ran her hands over my chest, and I close my eyes to savor her touch.

  “You’re in control here Carrie. I may be fucking you, but you have the control.”

  “I have never had the control.” She cries out and I stop touching her, stop thrusting into her so I have her full attention.

  “You will always have it with me baby. You say stop and I stop. You say fuck me and I will. I will always bend to your needs, but you never fear me Carrie.” I slide back inside of her as trembles wrack her body.

  “Do you understand Carrie?”

  “Yes!”

  I hammer into her, unable to hold back with the emotions and the need, all of it too much as I come. “You never walk away like that again!”

  She falls as I do until she is spread over me on the floor bawling.

  “I’m sorry I don’t know what I’m doing?” She cries and I hate that she is so confused and scared. This should be exciting a new love and sex for the first time, the promise. Instead Carrie gets fear, intimidation, and anxiety.

  I cup her face in my hands. “God Baby just talk to me. I can’t stand seeing that fear in you Carrie. The way it morphed into something even scarier.”

  She looked at me with such sadness at my exposing her truth.


  “Talk to me baby?”

  “I didn’t think I would be okay like that, restrained. At first, I was upset because I thought it was about sex and you fooled me. Then when you came at me, I didn’t panic. My lack of fear scared me. The harder you got it did the opposite and turned me on more.”

  Fuck… I didn’t know what to say. I had completely done the wrong thing hoping it was the right. I was definitely in over my head.

  Chapter Twelve

  Carrie

  Chad brought me home after our epic fail at intimacy. He had been nervous and jittery since leaving and I felt like I had failed him. I didn’t know how to tell him that I loved what he did to me, how he made me feel. I hated knowing that the rougher and dirtier he got the harder I fell.

  “I have a few things I need to do before I come back.” Chad said as he pulled into our drive and slipped the truck in park.

  “You’re coming back?” I loved the thought, but I couldn’t figure out why he wanted to come back for more torture.

  “Of course, I am.” He sighed and turned the engine off. He turned to me and put my hands in his. “Carrie, I need you to feel safe with me, to want what I do to you. This is just as new to you as it is me.”

  I laugh at that because no, not even close. “You never had wild and crazy sex before?” I never expected him to answer me as honestly as he did.

  “No baby, wild and crazy is my thing. I fucking love that you want me that way. What’s new to me and you both is fucking while your dad’s in the room. That I’m not used to, and I don’t think he’s going anywhere until you come clean with it all to me.”

  He was a bull in a china shop the way he blurted shit.

  “You want the gory details and that’s not something I can do.” I run my fingers through my hair for the millionth time tonight and want to scream. He was right but I wasn’t fessing up.