Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “I was so embarrassed. Ashamed of how poorly I played the song. My Dad’s last song and I wasn’t good enough to play it right. So I practiced my fucking ass off and I play it now the way I wanted to play it then. I extended the solo because I never want it to end, like I never wanted my Dad to end. It’s always over too soon, though. Just like him.”

  Noah leaned back in his seat and turned his head to stare out of the window at the traffic going the other way for a while. I took a big gulp of my beverage and tried to bring myself back under control. With one hand Noah rubbed at the corner of his eye and turned back to me.

  “I thought it had to be something like that. I lost my Mum. A long time ago now, but it reminded me of her. That chick could rock, I tell ya. Natalie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Could I… give you a hug?”

  In the dim light of the limo I could have sworn he was blushing. It was so hard to reconcile this thoughtful and attentive man with the reputation Bareback had. The request for a hug was a bit out of the blue too, but if the truth be told I really needed one at that moment so I nodded, put down my glass and held out my arms.

  Noah put his glass in a holder and leaned forward out of his seat, shuffling towards me until he was on his knees by my seat. His arms slipped under mine and around my body as I wrapped my own around his shoulders and leaned my head on him. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, swaying to the left and right turns of the car, but I didn’t want it to stop.

  I was lost in the embrace, inhaling his subtle aftershave scent with the faintly detectable musky remnants of a show under the hot spotlights of the local stadium and the leather of his jacket. His head turned towards me and he whispered in my ear.

  “He’d be proud of you, Natalie. There’s no way he couldn’t be.”

  I turned my face towards him, his stubble tingling pleasantly across my cheek, until I was looking into his eyes. Our noses were almost touching and I desperately wanted to lean forward to kiss him. I’d set out at the start of the night looking to talk shop with my idol and instead I’d found something that felt like a kindred spirit.

  The thought that I was just a small-time local girl and he was an international rock star was still holding me back. I’m not sure if I ever would have mustered up the courage if he hadn’t leaned his head slightly to the right and softly touched his lips to mine. For me it was like my lips had been shocked by static electricity, the jolt of disbelief was so strong, and I stayed motionless for a moment.

  Soon, though, my body got over the surprise and I raised my chin slightly to improve the angle while returning his kiss with excitement. His tongue gently extended a short way past my lips, seeking and finding my own. Together they twirled around as if dancing to some wonderful slow music.

  Keeping one hand pressed against my back, Noah reached downwards with the other and put it between my knees, pushing my leg aside so he could move between them while still kneeling on the floor. I resisted at first, thinking of how opening my legs would make my skirt ride up and leave only my flimsy panties between my pussy and the potentially rock hard rock star.

  My resistance wilted under his gentle but steady pressure and he shuffled into the space made available to him, his upper body now as close as it had been in the midst of our hug. The hand that had pushed my legs open slid upwards along my smooth thigh. Over the material of my skirt it roamed and came to rest just above my hip, his thumb stroking the firm flesh of my navel like he was strumming a slow love song on his guitar, playing me like a true master.

  The sensation of his hands on me was nothing short of electric and I moaned as much as was possible given the increasing passion of our kissing. I slipped one hand inside his jacket, feeling his lean body radiating heat through the simple t-shirt he was wearing underneath. At the same time the fingers of my other hand ran through his hair, pulling him ever deeper into our kiss.

  Almost without my thinking my ass shuffled forward on the seat until I felt the bulge in the front of his pants pressing between my legs, my silky panties getting pushed ever so slightly between the folds of my sex. I broke off the kiss, suddenly needing to breathe heavily as all my concentration was focused on the sensation of Noah’s gentle grind.

  My juices began flowing quicker than they ever had in my previous sexual encounters. The idea that Noah Pierson’s shaft, but for a few thin layers of clothing, was being caressed by my pussy lips was one of the hottest thoughts that had ever gone through my head. It wasn’t long before, instead of his still-covered cock rubbing against my underwear, him and my underwear were sliding against my dampening labia.

  I pushed his jacket backwards off him and almost ripped his t-shirt off, desperate to have my hands on his bare skin. As soon as his they were disentangled from his clothing Noah returned his hands to the bottom of my shirt and slowly pushed upwards while I explored his chest and abs with fascinated fingers. When the bunched-up material of my simple black tank top reached the bottom of my breasts Noah gripped it firmly and paused as if he was about to open a wonderful present.

  In slow motion Noah raised my top like the lid on a treasure chest. I watched his face carefully, amazed and flattered that somebody who had his pick of women for so many years could look upon me with such wonder in his eyes. My expensive bra hugged my breasts and made them look larger than they were, the upper curves of them both sitting high and proud on my slim frame. As had happened to Noah, my hands were forced away from his body so he could lift my top off.

  My wavy hair fell in a cascade around my face as the shirt first swept it up and then released it when clear. Noah threw it over his shoulder and quickly leaned in to resume our kiss and embrace. My breasts, still encased in my bra, squashed against his chest and the hard package in his pants pressed harder at my panties, pushing them even further into my pussy.

  I whimpered and slid my hand between my legs, feeling the side of the cock-bulge that was grinding so much pleasure into me. It was difficult to tell through his pants but it felt so hard and thick, I thought it might be the biggest of the few dicks I had personally experienced. I slipped both hands on to his ass and pulled him towards me.

  I was sure my natural lubricants had made a sopping mess of my panties by this stage and were probably leaving a wet patch on the front of his pants. I couldn’t have cared less about the blatant nature of my arousal, and it didn’t seem to hold Noah back either. Behind my back I felt Noah’s skilled fingers unclasp my bra and breathed a sigh of mixed pleasure and relief. The supportive underwear looked fantastic but was really uncomfortable.

  Noah leaned back and my head followed his momentarily, not wanting the kiss to break off. Finally it did, with a wet ‘schluk’ sound and then there was space enough between us so that Noah could look at my body as he pulled the shoulder straps downwards. Slowly, he tantalised himself with my exposure, his mouth parting at the same moment I felt cooler air hit my nipples.

  The rock star closed the distance again and I licked my lips in preparation for another kiss, but he changed angles and I felt his lips lock on to my neck and suck almost to the point of pain before he began moving his head lower and lower, kissing along the way until he was taking one of my achingly hard nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it faster than I would have thought possible.

  To my surprise I was on the verge of orgasm purely from being hornier than I could ever remember, in addition to the skilled tongue lashing my nipple was receiving. I began to breathe heavily, welcoming the oncoming release, but Noah detached from my breast and continued his trail of kisses over my belly. His last kiss was placed below my belly button, just over my skirt.

  Looking up at me, he slid his hands along the underside of my thighs and briefly caressed the crease where my legs met my ass before pulling my panties downwards. I lifted my weight off the seat so he could pull them away, my pussy lips tugging at the slippery material that had been pushed inside me. Leaving them dangling from one ankle, he raised my feet until they
were planted on the seat to either side of me and I was spread to the limits of my flexibility before him.

  With no thought given to building up, perhaps sensing my already near-orgasmic state, Noah inserted the first two fingers of his right hand into my pussy and set that magic tongue of his to work directly on my clit. I threw my head back and screamed out my pleasure, both hands on top of his head in case he got any ideas about moving on, as he had from my nipple.

  Thankfully he appeared to have no such intentions, flicking at my clit at a frantic pace until I couldn’t possibly hold myself back, even if I had wanted to. My pussy muscles rhythmically clenched down on his fingers as a starburst of ecstasy engulfed me. Despite my vigorous thrashing and bucking, Noah somehow managed to maintain a constant contact with my clit, securing every last iota of pleasure that could possibly be had from this orgasm for me, prolonging it until a thin sheen of sweat stood out on my forehead and heaving chest.

  I sank back into the chair, breathless, with my hair feeling as messed up as it usually was after a good night of sleeping, partially hiding my face. I stared out at Noah from between my wavy locks, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading all over my body. Every nerve in my body felt like it was twitching, ready to catapult me off the seat and tear his pants off, I was lust personified.

  Noah undid the button and zip of his pants and the miracle that had held me back even that short expanse of time was ended. I left my seat and reached past his hands into the obscured shadows of his underwear. I found the gap in the front of his boxer shorts and slid my fingers inside, immediately finding what I was looking for.

  It was impossible to miss, really, every bit as thick and hard as I had anticipated. Noah retreated backwards until he was sitting on his own seat again, leading me by my hand on his shaft. I knelt in front of him, much as he had for me and reluctantly released my grip so I could use both hands to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I gripped the material and my eyes opened wide as his cock was unveiled.

  Swollen to extreme rigidity, it pointed straight up to his stomach and twitched slightly with his every heartbeat. I grabbed it again, mid-shaft, and lowered my mouth to his heavy-looking balls, sucking each one past my lips and into my hot mouth in turn. As I sucked I began gently stroking his cock up and down until I felt his pre-cum begin to dribble out over my hand. Noah reached into another arm rest and pulled out a small pump-bottle of lubricant, putting a generous dollop on the head of his erection.

  I raised an eyebrow, but dismissed my bemusement. This was a rock star’s limo, after all. With the lube doing its job, Noah’s cock was soon a glistening and slippery rod of pleasure waiting to happen. I continued jerking him off as I sucked his balls, thinking about how all his semen would erupt out over my hand and face if he came at that moment.

  I whimpered quietly on his testicles at the thought, as if the mild vibrations might coax the sperm out so I could feel their hot splash just like I imagined it. I gripped his cock hard as I stroked it, cursing my lack of foresight in not bringing a condom but eager to repay his favour, so to speak. Suddenly I had a thought and pulled my mouth off him but continued jacking him off.

  “Are there any condoms in that armrest?”

  “No.”

  “Dammit! Where do you want to cum? My tits?”

  “Let’s fuck anyway, I wouldn’t want a piece of rubber between us.”

  While I was still making up my mind, Noah lightly grabbed me by my upper arms and pulled me until I was straddling him on the seat. I stayed in that position for a moment, awed by the enormity of the situation, I was about to have unprotected sex with a future rock ‘n’ roll hall of famer. Noah grasped his cock with one hand, and placed the other on my hip, guiding my weight downwards.

  I gasped when I felt the fat head of his erection slip between my pussy lips. Although it had actually been a while since I had sex, he entered me easily thanks to the generous supply of our lubricants, both natural and otherwise. I relaxed the muscles in my upper legs even more, lowering myself until my weight was resting on his lap and he was firmly embedded in my tight teen pussy.

  I placed one hand on Noah’s shoulder and grabbed a handle above one of the windows for balance before beginning to rise and slam myself back down on his cock over and over again, impaling myself on his stiff shaft. Noah thrust upwards to meet me with a slapping sound every time and it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar buzzing heat of another orgasm approaching. I groaned and released the handle to flick a finger across my clit, desperate to achieve the bliss that sensation promised.

  Noah leaned forwards, holding on to me carefully as I dipped backwards, still doing my best to ride him and rub my most sensitive area. Gently, he lowered me to the floor and I felt either my shirt or his shirt bunched up under my shoulders. There was no time to remove it, though, Noah slipped his arms under my legs and draped my knees over his shoulders, changing the angle of penetration and thrusting even deeper inside.

  The engorged head of his cock rubbed smoothly against the tight-hugging walls of my pussy and stoked the new fire that had begun when I first lowered myself on to him. I resumed the frantic flicking of my clit and soon found myself teetering precariously on the edge of my second orgasm as Noah pounded away at me.

  Desperately I tried all my usual tricks for seizing a climax, I flexed my abdominal muscles, my pussy muscles, I let loose with a banshee-yell of pleasure. It wasn’t until Noah grabbed an ice cube from the bucket and rubbed my nipple with it in the midst of our fucking that I was blown over the edge.

  The shock of the cold provided a stark contrast to the heat of our lovemaking and somehow focused the pleasure that was bouncing around my body. Like a moth to the flame, the sensations of bliss travelled from my clit to my chest, pausing only to swirl deliciously in my stomach. I couldn’t believe the ecstasy, it was better than any sex I’d had previously, better even than the first time I nailed a mean guitar solo in front of a live crowd, it was mind-blowing.

  Through half-opened eyes I saw that the tight grip of my quivering pussy was having a profound effect on Noah as well. His face was contorted in a supreme effort of willpower mixed with his own pleasure.

  “Can I cum inside you?” he forced out through clenched teeth.

  I paused only momentarily at the thought of getting pregnant but there was no way I could deny this wonderful man his release.

  “Cum in me, baby.”

  The tension drained out of his face immediately and he let out a long groan of release as I felt spurt after spurt of hot semen drenching my fertile depths, filling me up with a heat even all the ice in the bucket probably wouldn’t be able to touch. Noah first slowed his thrusting and finally stopped completely before collapsing on top of me in a sweaty embrace, our fit but utterly spent bodies panting against one another.

  *****

  Once the hotel staff had left the room, Noah jumped out of bed to retrieve some of the food they had brought for us. Picking up the newspaper he had a look at the front page and laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “Have a look for yourself.”

  Noah threw the paper in my direction and I unfolded it to see myself making front page news of the, admittedly only local, newspaper. The headline read “BACK TO FRONT” and showed a picture of Noah and I stepping out of the club, him caught red-handed looking at the bottom of my short skirt. The article identified me as the guitarist from Bareback cover band Barefront and said that Noah appeared ‘smitten’.

  I dropped the newspaper with a chuckle of disbelief.

  “I’ve never been front page news before.”

  “We can have sex on the balcony if you want to make the front page two days in a row.”

  “Maybe some other time!”

  I snuggled up under the sheets, not sure if I wanted to face breakfast yet, as that would mean the night was really over. I thought back to everything that happened, running through it line-by-line in my head. My brow furrowed.


  “What’s the other song?”

  “What?”

  “You said you listened to our album and I nailed two songs. One of them was ‘Little Castles’ but what was the other one?”

  “Oh. ‘Limo Fucking’ believe it or not.”

  I should have known.

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  Rough Sex with the Sleeping Schoolgirl

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  After a disappointing date Mr. Banner comes home to find eighteen year old schoolgirl, Chloe, asleep on his couch. No matter what he does, he can't seem to rouse the beautiful girl and it isn't long before his cock gets the better of his conscience. How far will he go with the flexible young girl and will the next morning hold any surprises for him?

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  Sleep sex, Dubious Consent, Older Man, Younger Woman, Rough Sex, Schoolgirl

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  How can you define what is luck and what is hard work? I wasn’t dealt the greatest hand in life, born poor and with parents that didn’t really provide much direction. I was on a well-trodden road to nowhere when I got a girl pregnant while still in my teens. When little Ava was born, though, my whole outlook changed. I started working my ass off at school. I swore I would give her all the opportunities I possibly could, make her road a little less bumpy than mine had been.