S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  I clenched the comforter in my hands and gasped as he slid his entire length into me. I tried to collapse into the comforter only to have him pull against my hair and breathe his warm breath into my ear.

  “Too bad I don’t let little girls call the shots,” he growled.

  Apparently all of the anal foreplay was for good reason. Without further warning, he began to work his girth in and out of my ass. My eyes bulged and I opened my mouth wide, but for all the right reasons.

  It was incredible.

  Chloe was right.

  Being fucked in the ass was everything I had hoped for.

  And more.

  He continued to fuck my ass deeply but not savagely. Confused on why I was enjoying it as much as I was, I simply exhaled what little breath I had left in my lungs and allowed myself to relish in the odd sensuality of having Luke balls-deep inside my ass.

  With his muscular forearm pressed into my upper back and my hair clenched in his fist, he gripped my neck with his free hand. Now pulling against the front of my neck and squeezing it slightly, he had me on the verge of what was undoubtedly going to be the most intense orgasm I ever had the luxury of experiencing.

  “You sexy little bitch,” he breathed into my ear. “I love that tight little ass of yours.”

  Jesusfuckingchrist.

  He released my neck and continued to punish my virgin ass. As my mind continued to swim in the pool of sensual bliss anal sex had cast me into, I felt his finger slide deep into my pussy. Within a few seconds, he was finger fucking me into a complete state of confusion. My body, my mind, and two of my three available holes were all fighting for a means of expressing their pleasure. Realizing I was on the cusp of something earth shattering, I opened my mouth and waited for whatever it was to escape me.

  He continued to simultaneously jackhammer his finger in and out of me while he fucked my ass with the precision of a trained professional. And, just like that, he found my threshold.

  As he methodically proceeded to tickle my g-spot with the tip of his middle finger and fuck my ass with the entire length of his throbbing cock, every muscle in my body tensed, released, and then began to quiver.

  A mild groan escaped me.

  Then, it evolved into a growl.

  And with the growl came a sensual explosion.

  “Ooooohhhhh.” I moaned in a sixty-second-long blood-curdling howl.

  From well within me, an orgasm of epic proportion unleashed. Unlike any other climax I had ever experienced, it came from deep inside of me and not from my outer extremities. I opened my eyes wide and let it flow through me like a sexual river rushing to its final destination.

  My ears rang, my vision blurred, and the two holes that were filled with Luke’s love felt like they exploded at the same time.

  Luke had once again hit spots in me I didn’t even know I had. Fabulous sex had quickly been redefined.

  I collapsed face-first onto the comforter. A few minutes later, and I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling, not necessarily knowing how I got there.

  My legs were shaking ever-so-slightly, but uncontrollably.

  “Come here, Baby,” he said.

  I blinked a few times and stared as he picked me up and into his arms.

  “We’re going to go take warm bath,” he said.

  Incapable of responding, I simply gazed up at him and nodded.

  He provided me what I wanted, what I had begged for, and what I thought I needed, but on his own terms. I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of the orgasm that followed, but I doubted anything I could have done would have prepared me.

  Luke wasn’t only my best friend, sexual partner, and lover.

  He also protected me from myself without making me feel like an idiot.

  And, for that reason alone, I loved him even more.

  One orgasm at a time.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  LUKE

  I reached between her legs with my right hand as I fixed my eyes on hers. Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes widened as I slid my middle finger inside. She arched her back slightly and inhaled a shallow breath.

  I added another finger.

  She closed her eyes and chewed against her bottom lip.

  Slowly, I began to slide my finger in and out of her. With each stroke, my fingers became more lubricated. After enough strokes to hear her breathing become slightly labored, I buried my fingers as deep as I could and curled the tips of them upward.

  Her eyes opened. “I want that dick.”

  “Shhh.” I flipped my hair out of my eyes and grinned. “This is an experiment.”

  I curled my fingertips again, teasing her g-spot.

  Her eyes fell closed.

  I studied her as I continued to torture her. With my eyes remaining fixed on her face, I adjusted myself on the comforter and reached for her nipple with my free hand. She initially pulled away, only to exhale sharply and relax onto the bed beside me.

  Twisting her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I continued to work my fingers in and out of her now completely soaked pussy. With every other stroke, I curled the tips of my fingers into the sensitive spot directly above them.

  She opened her eyes and raised herself onto her elbows. “I need it. I do.”

  I slid my fingers deep and held them in place.

  Her back naturally arched. “No more experiments. Fuck me.”

  I grinned and shook my head.

  “Let me suck your cock,” she begged.

  With my fingers buried deep inside of her, I curled them upward, dragging the tips along the inner wall of her tightness. As my fingers pressed against her g-spot she fought to get away, squirming toward the headboard of the bed.

  “Fuck my mouth,” she said.

  “Hold still.”

  “I can’t. I’m sorry. I need your cock. Let me see it.”

  I shook my head. She pulled away from me and sat up.

  She pressed her hands against my shoulders. “You fucker.”

  Playfully, I let her push me onto my back. As I rolled over, my cock stood straight at attention, pointing directly at the ceiling.

  “I’m riding that cock,” she said as she climbed on top of me.

  Although I hadn’t shared my feelings with Liv, since our confrontation with my mother, my manhood seemed to have a mind of its own. Previously, my mind had to be filled with devious thoughts for me to be erect, and now all I had to do was see Liv.

  The thought of a woman riding my cock had never appealed to me, and in fact, it had been tried a few times, all of which had been unsuccessful.

  Anxious to see if it would work, I fought back very little.

  “If you’re going to ride it, you better ride it.”

  Facing me, she grinned and reached between her legs. She slid two of her fingers into herself and lifted her hand between us. “Look, soaked.”

  “I know.”

  She gripped my shaft in her hand, stroked it twice, and lifted her ass slightly from my thighs. As she lowered herself, moaning the entire time, her tight pussy enveloped the entire length of my cock.

  “Watch,” she groaned.

  I cleared my throat. “Excuse me?”

  “Watch!” she demanded, nodding her head toward my waist.

  She wiggled her hips, grinding her wet pussy onto the base of my shaft. “No, better idea.”

  I widened my eyes in wait.

  “Count,” she said.

  I interlocked my fingers behind my head and stared up at her. “What?”

  “Count,” she commanded.

  She lifted her weight from me until the lips of her pussy barely encompassed the head of my dick. Hovering above me on shaking legs, she peered down at me and grinned. “Say one.”

  “One,” I said.

  She released herself and thrust the entire shaft deep inside.

  “I love your big cock,” she moaned.

  “I love your tight little pussy.”

  “When I lift up, you say how
many strokes we’re on,” she said. “Ready?”

  I grinned and nodded.

  She lifted herself again.

  I gazed down at my glistening cock. “Two.”

  She grinded herself down onto my hips. The feeling of her tight pussy squeezing my cock was almost more than I could handle. Having had always been in charge of what was happening in any of my sexual adventures, I found the excitement of not knowing very arousing.

  I closed my eyes and allowed myself to become lost in the feeling.

  Watch!” she barked.

  I opened my eyes. With my throbbing shaft still buried deep inside of her, she reached up and squeezed her boobs in her hands, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

  “You watching?”

  I nodded eagerly.

  She lifted her weight, slowly exposing each inch of my cock as it escaped her tight grip.

  “Two. No. Three. Three!” I said as I saw the rim appear.

  “Fuck it. You don’t count worth a fuck.” she said. “And I don’t have the patience for this shit.”

  She began to work her hips back and forth rapidly, teasing my cock with precision. I closed my eyes as she continued, fearful that I might not make it for long. As she bucked her hips and forced my entire cock inside of her with each perfectly timed stroke, I closed my eyes and focused.

  Her pussy was magical, fitting my girth perfectly. Tight enough that the first few strokes needed to be taken slowly and with great care, but forgiving enough to allow full penetration after a reasonable amount of foreplay.

  “Fuck yes,” she wailed. “I’m going to come all over you.”

  She continued to thrust her hips back and forth, tossing her head from side to side as she did. Her hair bounced about, falling down and partially covering her boobs, only to be tossed to the side with the next stroke.

  As I felt her contract around my shaft, I held my breath.

  “Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuuuuuck yes…” she moaned as she held the entire length deep inside of her.

  I felt myself begin to swell.

  Slowly, she lifted herself up the shaft.

  After holding still for a short second, she shoved it deep again.

  I arched my back, opened my eyes, and absorbed every ounce of her being.

  And I burst inside of her.

  She let out a moan of pleasure, and although she held still, her vaginal walls massaged my cock, milking it of every drop of cum.

  “Fuck yes,” she breathed as she collapsed on top of me.

  I pushed up on her shoulders, lifted her from me, and gazed into her eyes. “You think you’re done?”

  “My pussy’s throbbing,” she said.

  “Fuck my mouth,” I demanded.

  “No contrast,” she said.

  I shook my head and stared. “Excuse me?”

  She grinned. “Let’s fuck each other’s mouths.”

  There was no doubt about it. We were truly cut from the same cloth, and there was no contrast between us.

  She rolled over, turned around, and lowered her pussy onto my face. As I shoved my tongue deep into her, she wrapped her wet lips around the head of my cock. Thrilled that I was erect again, I fingered her pussy for a moment, and then slid my finger deep into her ass. She responded by taking my entire shaft down her throat. I flicked my tongue against her clit.

  She repeatedly forced my cock against the back of her throat.

  No contrast.

  I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  LIV

  Bound to his bed and blindfolded, I tightened my jaw as the leather straps of the flogger came down against the tender flesh of my ass. I knew better than to make a sound.

  I was so turned on that my nipples coming in contact with the comforter was enough to drive me insane. He gripped my hair tight in his hand, twisted my head to the side and pressed his muscular chest into my back.

  “I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours,” he whispered into my ear.

  Please do.

  Please.

  “Anything to please you, Sir.”

  The faint sound of something whistling through the air caused my muscles to tense. Another swat on my ass – this time the unmistakable feeling of the crop.

  My pussy throbbed so hard it ached.

  I needed Luke inside of me. I needed to feel his thick cock filling me, stretching me, making me whole.

  Again, the crop against the other side of my ass.

  Silence.

  He forced a finger inside of me. I opened my mouth and breathed into the comforter, pleased to have him grace me with penetration. He added another finger, pushed deep into me, and then slowly pulled them free.

  “Open,” he said.

  I stretched my mouth wide.

  The sweet taste of my pussy against my tongue drove me into a frenzy. I readily sucked his fingers free of my wetness, hoping he would once again give me the satisfaction of having them deep within me.

  “Do you want that cock?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I begged.

  His weight lifted from my back. A faint rustle from beside me caused me to tilt my head to the side in wonder.

  The shrill whistle of the crop provided warning, but not soon enough for me to prepare. My muscles tensed from the sharp but erotic pain that filled me. I chewed against my lip and prepared for another swat.

  His chest pressed into my back. His hand tugged against my hair. “Do you want that cock?” he whispered into my ear.

  “Yes, Sir,” I barked.

  “That’s better,” he breathed.

  Having my eyesight deprived didn’t necessarily make the sex better, only different. I definitely wouldn’t want to be blind on a permanent basis, but being blindfolded on occasion was proving to be an exciting addition to our BDSM play.

  Slowly, we were both becoming comfortable with our sexual selves. Together, we read, watched videos, and experimented. We always agreed on what we were going to do, and made clear what we wouldn’t allow. My safe word, almond butter, had yet to pass my lips.

  I felt his weight lift from my back, only to be replaced by the feeling of his thighs against the backs of my legs.

  Please.

  Please fuck me

  I wasn’t in a mental place where I felt I wanted his dick, or that I preferred him to fuck me over some other act.

  I needed it.

  I ached.

  Fill me with that big fat cock.

  The pressure of the head of his dick against my wet pussy lips didn’t last long. With ease, he slid his length inside of me. With my legs bound to opposite corners at the foot of the bed, and my hands bound to the head, I was his for the taking.

  And take me he certainly did.

  He drove himself in and out of my willing pussy in a steady rhythmic pace. Long steady strokes of his thick cock filled me completely, satisfying me to no end. I clenched my eyes closed and focused on the feeling of his balls banging against my clit with each stroke.

  Although we had tried orgasm control on many occasions, tonight I was free to have an orgasm whenever I wanted.

  But I wasn’t free to speak unless spoken to.

  I loved dirty talk, and over time, we had both become quite good at turning each other on with our sexual banter.

  “You may speak freely,” he said as he continued to fuck me steadily.

  I arched my back, lifted my head from the bed, and wet my lips.

  “Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard.”

  “Use my pussy like only you know how.”

  His rhythm increased. His breathing became labored slightly.

  “Take what is yours,” I wailed.

  His thick cock stretched me open, sending a pleasurable ache through me.

  “I love that big cock, Sir,” I cried. “I do.”

  “I’m going to fill you with cum,” he bellowed.

  “Please do, Sir,” I begged.

  He pounded himself into m
e savagely, causing the restraints on my feet to pull against my ankles. Every muscle in my legs and ass shook with each vicious stroke.

  At his current pace, I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t.

  As I felt my pussy begin to clench against his cock, I craned my neck, pointing my mouth toward the ceiling.

  “Fill my tight little twat, Sir. I beg you,” I pleaded.

  As my body convulsed into an orgasm from deep within my soul, his cock swelled. One more stroke, and he held still, his cum bursting from the tip and filling me as I reached a new level of climax.

  Exhausted, he collapsed onto me. A tingling ran through me from my nipples to my clit.

  I blinked my eyes repeatedly as he removed the blindfold. Although the room was dim, my eyes adjusted slowly to the light. As I watched him unfasten the restraints, I grinned.

  “I love it when you fuck me.”

  “And I love fucking you,” he said. “Give me just a minute, and we’ll take a bath.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  He lifted me from the bed, carried me to the bathroom, and rubbed my back as we waited for the tub to fill.

  Luke was my lover, my therapist, and my Sir.

  But, above all, he was still my best friend.

  And I loved him dearly for it.

  MONEY SHOT

  (Selected Sinners MC Romance Book VI)

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  VINCE

  November 9th, 2014

  On the ride to Sienna’s house, it dawned on me that her experience in reading romance, erotica, and BDSM books would more than likely cause her to have a broad range of sexual interests. Not knowing for certain what the night might bring, but fully realizing we were two adults, I suspected sex was on the forefront of her plans for the remaining portion of the afternoon.

  The garage door was going closed as I pulled into the driveway, and instead of parking on the street, I pulled up the drive and parked on the sidewalk leading to the front porch. The front door opened as I got off the bike, and she stood in the opening with her hair twisted into a bun and a smirk on her face.

  “Well, are you going to come in?” she asked.

  “Suppose so,” I said as I pulled the key from the ignition.

  It had been five months since we met, and although my former wife and I had sex on the first date, I was glad Sienna and I had been friends for as long as we had without introducing sex to the relationship. There was no doubt in my mind that we were compatible in many ways, and I believed sex would do nothing but bring us closer together.