by Snow, Nicole
My lips parted, melting for him with a moan, and then his tongue pierced through them. He caught my bottom lip on his teeth and held me open, pushing his tongue deeper, making tight strokes in and out.
Evil, lewd, and addictive in every lick. Jesus!
My nipples were like stones. He reached up and tweaked one breast. Liquor and adrenaline quickened, making us both sweat, but lust was really steering the entire ship.
Our bodies twitched with the shifting flames, roasting from the inside out as our lips pulsed, waves of hot slick flesh as steady and inevitable as something that was always meant to be.
If we didn't need to come up for air, I was sure we would've kissed forever. I wasn't sure how long we sucked and tongued and kissed. He chewed my lip gently one more time before he broke, turning his head.
“Fuck!” Stinger growled, pulling on my hair to hold me in place. “I missed those hot ass lips just as bad as the rest of you – everything I haven't gotten a chance to taste. My tongue, my dick, my fucking brain are gonna blow if they don't meet you in a real carnal way, real fucking soon. You got me?”
I just stared, trying to focus on my breathing. “I think so.”
“No, baby, we've been doing nothing but thinking since we met.” His hands moved, wrapped around my waist, and hauled me up as he stood. He moved to my ass, clasped it tight, and pulled me to him.
If it felt good just laying in his lap, then being plush against his bare chest was divine, one step below the way I knew he'd make me feel if we both shed the rest of our clothes. I turned toward the little hallway nook leading to the bedroom before he clenched my ass again, pulling me back to his lightning gaze.
“I'm done with all that. I've wracked my head for months on end trying to figure out how I could forget, move on, or race to your doorstep and do what I should've done fucking months ago. Having your lips on mine and feeling up your sweet ass tells me what direction we're going.” He paused, brushing his lips over mine one more time, teasing. “We're fucking today, Alice. You and me. I don't need to think anymore to figure shit out and be happy. I'm done with that shit because thinking doesn't solve shit. Not unless it comes with some real hard fucking...”
He kissed me again. Harder this time, aggressive, like he wanted to mark me.
The backs of my legs touched the couch and I started to tip, lost in the storm raging on my lips. I was so far beyond resisting him it wasn't even funny.
No, God no. Stinger was absolutely right about one thing: the time for thinking was over. This was all about feeling, sorting things out in a more primal ways beyond thoughts and words. I fell back and he held me by the shoulders, pushing his legs between mine.
Opening eagerly, I slid against him. Nothing could've prepared me for his bulge rubbing between my thighs. His ridge was hard – so fucking hard – and I swore our jeans were going to combust if we didn't get them off in the next thirty seconds.
Growling, he hoisted me up, pulling me into his arms, completely off the floor. Sting carried me into the bedroom. Time blurred, lost in the nonstop thud of my heart.
Next thing I knew, he tossed me down on a firm mattress, tumbling down with me. His hand fisted another ponytail in my hair and his lips returned, kissing and biting and sucking, fucking me with his tongue.
He resumed his place between my legs, rubbing harder this time, rough friction coming until I bucked back.
So good. So natural. So intense.
I wanted those pants off so fucking bad, with nothing left between us, but I couldn't do it when he just kept going, dry humping me into submission. Each time I tried to reach down, he caught my hand and ripped it up, pinning it to the mattress. Whenever I opened my mouth to beg, he closed it with another kiss, stealing away my breath, my voice, my –
“We'll take this good and slow, baby. My terms. I've wanted you so bad for so fucking long...I want you to feel it too. I want you to come for me. Right here. Right now.” He hissed, rocking his cock against me harder, higher, rougher. “Don't think. Turn your pretty head off. Let your pussy gush and burn and get ready for my dick. Go with it, Alice. Just shut the fuck up and come!”
Holy shit. He'd turned into a total wolf with one thing in his head. The fire in his eyes confirmed what I already knew: he was taking control, and this was going to go his way, the nasty way he'd always wanted it.
The part of my brain that always fought got pissed. But my body sure wasn't. I rippled once beneath him, unable to stop my ankles from wrapping around his legs, all the better to feel the friction he brushed against my pussy over and over.
I heard the bed creak before a long, jagged moan left my lips. Then he buried me in another one of those hellaciously good kisses, hammering his hips on mine, throwing me completely over the edge.
I reared up, wrapping my arms around his back, clawing at his bare skin. It only drove him on to dry hump me faster, fucking me straight through our jeans, catching my clit in each fiery stroke.
Coming never felt like this. My orgasm picked me up and slammed me back down again – or maybe that was his thrusts – shaking me from head to toe. I tensed up and spat pure fire, sucking at his tongue, trying to match his masculine growl with mine as he took me higher.
It was like he'd flipped a switch in my brain. Everything shut down except the insane need to keep this climax going. Everything except the savage desire to feel him inside me, splitting me open, reaching me as deep with his flesh as he'd already gotten with his soul.
When my legs finally stopped shaking around his waist, he took his lips off mine and let me have precious oxygen. He looked down at me, a little more softly than before, but the need was still there, angry and insistent as ever.
“Fuck, baby. You come just as good as I thought. Come on, little rocket. Let's get this shit off and really make you soar.”
Perfect timing. I was spread out, trying to recover as he lifted my shirt over my head. He was even quicker with my bra, unclasping it and throwing it over his shoulder. I had just enough strength to lift my hips when he tugged on my jeans.
A low growl escaped his throat when he saw how wet I was. No contest. I was past drenched after what he'd done, and my pussy ached, ready to be taken after too many years a virgin.
I waited for him to rise up and rip off his pants, but he surprised me instead. His fingers hooked near my hips, helping off my panties with some assistance from his teeth. They skidded down my legs and I kicked them away, muscles twitching when I realized I was bare, with nothing left between us.
Stinger knew an offering when he saw it. He let out a sharp breath and started kissing his way back up, climbing higher, brushing his stubble across my thighs. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin.
My fingers fastened on his head tight, nails digging near his neck. I wasn't sure about this, but he wasn't stopping. He shot me one more ferocious look before burying his face between my thighs, inhaling my scent like it was sweet cinnamon.
“Fuck!” He growled the word against my pussy just before he started to lick.
My hips rolled with his tongue. I lost a little more of my mind. He lapped my cream and rode straight up, exploring my folds, opening me gradually with steady, rhythmic strokes.
I never imagined having a man's mouth there could feel so good.
No, amazing was a better word, the only word that applied to this man. And when he started to tongue my clit, I knew he was the only man I'd ever allow there, the only one who'd ever taste and suck and fuck this pussy.
Hot waves pulsed through my body. Muscles I barely knew I had tightened in my belly, tuned to his licks, trying to keep up as his tongue glided through my wetness faster and faster.
My thighs squirmed. Stinger's strong hands landed on them, pressing them to the mattress, holding me open until I –
“Oh. Fuck!“
It started in my center and spread, a ball of pure lightning swelling around my womb. I came hard, losing myself in the circular rhythm he licked around my clit, perfectly sucked
between his teeth. I didn't think I'd come like this so soon, but every touch from Sting told me I had a lot to learn, and my flesh was a willing student.
My whole body erupted. My fingernails clawed at his head and fingered the powerful muscles on his neck, rolling with me, quick and smooth as he licked through my crescendo.
Blood rushed to my head, so hot and hard I thought I was going to pass out. Then I felt him shifting between my legs, raising up, slowly running his hands over my body. His tongue on one nipple helped me regain my senses.
“Fucking shit. I could lay down and lick these tits all day, baby. They're perfect.”
The flush circling my neck glowed brighter. Being naked and completely bared to him didn't hit me until now, when he touched my body freely and talked about it like he was discussing a sexy new ride.
“Only trouble is,” he said, pausing to sweep his tongue across the other bud, melting me all over again. “This greedy fucking dick in my pants won't let me. Not right now. I gotta fuck.”
He smiled, watching me squirm as he pulled away, moving his hands to his belt and looking at me intently. “You ready for me, Alice? I'm asking outta courtesy, but we both know I'd better hear a fucking yes.”
I looked at him for a good long second. We were about to fuck good and proper, and I knew there was no turning back.
Jesus, yes. I was ready two months ago, when I was too screwed up to know any better.
I nodded, moaning when he laid one hand on my breast, and slid my bare legs salaciously around his waist. That was all the encouragement he needed. He worked off his belt and pushed his jeans down, kicking them off behind him, the same as his boxers a second later.
His cock was just like the rest of him. Just as big, just as hard, just as mean, throbbing in his hand. Angry, ready, and delayed for too damned long.
I panted and shivered as I spread my legs. “Come fuck me, Sting. I need you deep inside me. Lucas...”
His eyes widened when I said his real name. I swore his cock twitched in his hand, but I didn't have enough experience with them yet to know a hundred percent.
Not for long, I thought, running my tongue over my lips. Goodbye, virgin girl.
Hello, lover...old lady...whatever he wants me to be...
He pumped his cock in his hand one more time and then reached to the nightstand. I watched his chest rise and fall, heavy breaths fuming anticipation. He ripped open a condom packet and rolled it down his length.
“There's only one thing better than finally being here after waiting fucking forever,” he said, sliding his full length up and down my entrance, another rough tease that tensed my whole body.
“Yeah?” I hooked my legs around his, loving his muscular contrast.
“Yeah, claiming this pussy as mine. After tonight, baby, nobody else's cock is ever going in you as long as you're alive on this earth. There won't be any time for that shit even if I allowed it – and you know I fucking won't.” His word slurred in a growl, sending a shudder up my spine. “Because we're gonna be so damned busy fucking there won't be time for anyone or anything. I'm gonna fuck you 'til your sweet cunt fits me like a glove, so fucking perfect you won't even think about showing it to any other fuck. Nobody but me. I fucking own this now.”
He rocked forward, stroking my clit with his erection. I was completely frozen. Hell, was it possible to be frozen in pure fire?
Right then, it was. It absolutely fucking was, and I twitched into mush each time he slid his length over me, making me want it worse than anything.
What did I have to do? Bite him, beg him, rake my nails across his gorgeous tattooed back?
I was about to try it all when his hips shifted. Subtle at first, but then determined, aiming perfectly for the heat he craved.
It happened fast.
His huge erection found my virgin slit and pushed in, firm and steady, somewhere between quick and desperate, but definitely passionate. Stinger grunted and rolled his hips, thrusting deep, opening me completely.
For a second, my walls stretched, struggling to adjust to his girth. A rough itch burned my brain when something soft tore near my entrance, and then vanished just as quickly, buried in the greater desire to feel him fill me full.
“Ah! God dammit.” He held his cock in me, rooting deep. “Even fucking tighter than I imagined. You got a virgin's pussy, girl. Not a single doubt about it.”
I couldn't muster the words to tell him he was right, and now I was an ex-virgin by five seconds. Not like this. It didn't matter anyway because he started to thrust, banishing my chances to think about anything except how good his cock felt inside me.
He planted his hands next to my head, one on each side. A perfect view for watching his tattooed muscles ripple as he found his rhythm, working in and out, quickening his pace when he saw I could take it.
Sting leaned down and buried me in another kiss. I moaned into his mouth, pure pleasure sputtering out when he hit my clit. Heavy, powerful thrusts rocked my entire body. Instinct tightened my legs around him, fixed to his body, determined to ride all the way to explosive ecstasy.
My hands reached up high and caught his neck. I scratched him the harder he fucked me, only loosening up in a half-conscious moment when I feared I'd draw blood.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck!” he grunted, never stopping his thrusts. “You can claw me as hard as you want. Just fucking come with me when I bust. I wanna see how tight that pink perfection gets when it's wrapped around my dick.”
Filthy suggestion. Filthy man. And what did that make me while I sweated and whimpered and thrashed beneath him, steam kissing my ears every time he grunted his pleasure?
No, the forgetful virgin bitch was dead. I was someone different now, too full of this beautiful man to go back to being the same old Alice.
Stinger moved his hips, filling me harder, faster, growling a little more each time he drove deep. Coming wasn't far behind, and I smiled when I realized it was going to work. We were going to come together, our flesh singing, and it was going to be wonderful.
The devil on his hard chest rocked and grinned above me as he fucked harder. Before the very end, he pistoned so fast I thought the bed would break. The wooden mattress creaked and squealed, springs screaming with us.
My arms and legs both burned numb as I held on tight. Muscles twitched, pulling like the bedsprings beneath our weight, and convulsed in one go.
I threw my head back and screamed. Stinger's lips formed a feral grin, and then his voice buried my girlish vocals in hard, masculine thunder.
He erupted. Even through the latex, I swore I could feel the heat. His cock spasmed as I clenched and pulsed around him. Halfway through, I couldn't tell us apart. Our heartbeats twitched and pumped synchronized into one.
Each muscle exploded like dynamite, smoothed, and then burst again. Pleasure wracked my body. Stinger's weight pinned me down, making little movements as his cock jerked inside me, expelling his hot thick come.
When it was over, I slumped, arms and legs spread out. Dead to the world after a ravaging like that. Stinger smiled at me as he pulled out, drawing off the condom and tossing it in a nearby bin. His dimples were really adorable when I could sit back and enjoy them without wanting to fuck him stupid.
“Best fuck in years,” he said. “Can't get over how fucking tight you are, baby. It's like you've been saving that pussy just for me.”
I smiled, finding my place in his arms. It was a little cold without a blanket, but it made his warmth stand out even more. I rested on his chest, chin tilted up in my hands, staring him in the eyes.
“That's because you're my first.” There. I let it out.
Not much use in keeping secrets from a man with serious carnal knowledge. Stinger blinked and did a double take. He sat up, running on hand across my cheek.
“Wait, are you fucking with me?” He watched me shake my head. “Christ! I wouldn't believe it if I didn't feel it on my dick. That shit doesn't lie...”
“You're not upset?”
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He laughed. “Okay, now I know you're fucking kidding. You being a virgin's just the cherry on top of this perfect fucking sundae I could eat all day.”
His hands moved, tweaking one nipple on their way down, pulling at my thighs. One went between my legs and stopped. He found my clit and rubbed. God, he was insatiable.
At least spilling the big secret meant good things to come – and I knew they'd be coming hard.
“Now, this is really gonna be the only dick you get to have,” he growled. “Fuck. Good thing you chose wisely.”
“Yeah, and I'm going to enjoy it,” I purred.
It was my turn to reach for him. I grabbed his dick, half-hard after fucking, and gave it a good squeeze. It was new and exciting. I'd learn how to handle him in time, but I already loved the way he tensed and pulsed in my hand.
“Easy, baby. We got plenty of time for this. All you gotta worry about for the next forty-eight hours is me between your legs.”
“Better than disappointing you with something shitty,” I said, rolling down his length. He was already getting hard again in my fingers. “I mean, it's Christmas. I'd have gotten you something if I knew you were coming...”
He sliced a hand through the air. “Forget it. All I need – fuck, all I ever wanted – is right fucking here. Just you and a bottle of Jack for later. You know I haven't been able to drink that shit in months 'til today? I thought it was because of the fucking poison, but now I think it was because something else was missing...”
Sly, sly bastard. But at least he was mine. I grinned and threw my lips into his.
I knew pure hell was coming when our forty-eight hours were up. He'd have to take me to the clubhouse, explain what had happened to Blaze. And I'd have to deal with figuring out how to make a life here. I had to find a job here sooner or later, and I doubted Sting would let me keep stripping for cash, even if I wanted to.
I didn't.
The only man I wanted to see me naked was right here, hands on my ass, pulling my naked belly against his cock. A little obvious, yeah, but I really didn't give a shit.
His kiss, his sex, his body salvaged my Christmas. And soon, I knew he'd be salvaging the insane wreck that was my whole fucking life.
