by Nikki Wild
But they understood the rule.
Nobody bothers Trent.
To my satisfaction, Angel was sitting exactly where I’d left her. Her eyes clearly traced the outlines of my muscles as I took her by the hand, pulling her back into my embrace.
I discovered to my unending satisfaction that she was putty in my fucking hands. Everything was right in the world, set back to where we had been interrupted.
But I wasn’t counting on a minor detail.
The kiss felt fucking fantastic.
When I felt her lips brush up against mine, sparks fired off in the back of my head. It was on another level entirely.
Didn’t know a kiss could taste so good…
Before, it had always come off as just an agreement, signing a contract of services about to be rendered. A kiss prior to stripping them bare and losing myself.
But this?
I didn’t know what to do with this.
Neither did Angel. Her chest was heaving against me, and in the low lighting I could see her eyes, furtively searching my own. It was almost as if they were saying, I don’t know what we’re doing. What are YOU doing? What are WE doing?
I didn’t really have an answer.
So I closed mine, bending in for another powerful kiss, pulling her light body up against mine. Her hands rested against my shoulders, almost pushing me away, but sliding around the back of my neck instead.
I could hear her moan into the kiss, and god fucking dammit if that didn’t make me harder than stone where it mattered.
We slid backwards, down onto the bed. Circumstances put her lying on top of me, and I pulled her down into another deep, satisfying kiss. I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth, tugging lightly to excite her, but hard enough to vent out my sexual frustration.
This has been a long time coming, I thought to myself. And I intend on making the most of it.
I let one hand lightly tug at her miniskirt, while the other slapped down hard against her ass. She yelped, almost jumping up, but I wouldn’t let her leave me. Instead, my teeth tugged at her lower lip again, inviting her down further.
I could taste her desire.
I could feel her racing heartbeat.
I could sense her nervousness, her anxiety.
These things only pumped more blood into the stiffening tool between my legs, pushing up against her. My cock ached for fulfillment, strained for release against her. It sensed her furious, hungry need, and it wanted to satisfy.
With the slightest shift of my body, it was pushing right where it mattered most – up between her thighs, her positioning meaning that with just the smallest movements…
Angel matched my grinding, pushing against my rock-hard cock in the semi-darkness. Her breathing was audible now, and I kissed her passionately, pressing my tongue up between her lips and against her own.
My cock flexed against her.
Yes, I thought to it. I was so close to shredding her clothes from her body and fulfilling my aching need with her.
This is happening.
No surprises this time.
You’ll get your prize.
With our tongues still writhing against each other’s, I easily flipped her to her back, climbing on top of her.
My conquest was lying beneath me, trembling. The small amount of light reflected over her eyes, and I dove in for another hungry, delicious kiss…
Wait.
Something’s not right.
There was something in her eyes.
Something I didn’t like.
Was she…about to CRY?
“What’s the matter?” I asked, half seriously but half angrily.
“N-n-nothing,” she whimpered.
A deep sigh slid involuntarily from my chest. “Tell me. What’s the problem.”
“It’s nothing, I swear.”
“It’s not nothing.”
“No, it’s just…I’m…”
“You’re what.”
She was seriously testing my patience now.
My conquest, still lying beneath me, turned her gaze away. I wasn’t having any of that, so I clamped both sides of her jaw with a strong grip and physically turned her back.
“Tell me.”
She trembled harder.
Her entire body was quivering now.
“I’m not…I just…”
Spit. It. The. Fuck. Out.
“I’m a virgin.”
It struck me like a sack of bricks.
I almost laughed.
“You’re a virgin.”
She nodded quietly, turning away again.
“With a body like this… How the fuck are you still a virgin?”
She blushed, but there was still ample shame plastered across her face. My lay was taking this seriously to heart.
But that’s when I realized.
A virgin.
My rightful place.
“Well…that just means we’ll be going a little slower, doesn’t it?” I whispered to her, trying to sound as tender as I possibly could.
She turned back.
“You’d…do that?”
“You’re damn right I would.”
Angel looked me in the eyes. Even in the low light, I couldn’t tell what was going through her head in the slightest. After a moment that felt like a fucking eternity, she nodded.
“Okay.”
I reached down and fondly planted my lips against hers, giving her a deep, loving kiss. I didn’t even have to pretend – it was so easy to bend for her, to hold back from the hunger of my usual passion.
Carefully, delicately, I guided her out of the rest of her clothes. Soon, she was stripped bare beneath me, her body opened up for the taking.
Her tits looked fantastic.
Her shaved little pussy was glistening.
Her skin was ready for my pleasure.
But…
But.
I couldn’t believe it. I had never, ever hesitated before taking a partner before. After scores of groupies and doing as I pleased with their bodies…it was alien to me to actually care about any of them for longer than the moment.
“Is…is something wrong?” She asked timidly.
“No,” I answered immediately, guiding her attention away from any perceived, misplaced dissatisfaction she might have feared from me. “No, everything’s fine.”
“You’re…not doing anything,” she observed quietly. She must have become self-conscious; her thighs rubbed together lightly, toes curling, and she was subtly shrinking into herself.
“I’m just savoring the moment,” I told her, although I wasn’t fooling anybody.
I sat down beside her on the bed, furious with myself, bitterly arguing with my sudden bout of stupid, idiotic hesitance.
My conquest was here.
She was ripe, and ready for the plucking. Not only that, but every furious ounce of gritty, hungry lust within me screamed: you’re going to be FIRST.
“This doesn’t feel right,” I felt my lips speak, hearing my own words definitively betray me.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
Angel was sitting up now, hiding her exposed body behind part of the comforter. She was clutching it against her breasts, her legs wrapped together beneath her.
“I…”
I didn’t have words.
But she was concerned now.
Scared.
I needed to have the right words.
“I don’t think I can do this to you,” I heard myself whisper as I turned away. “As much as I want to fuck you like an animal and just let you fall to the wayside… I don’t think I can do that to you.”
It was like an out-of-body experience. Wherever this sudden anxiety, this conscience had come from, it was forcing my body to react on its own. Something deep down inside me held me back. It refused, revolted, rebelled against absolutely defiling her.
I knew that’s exactly what would happen otherwise.
Without any hesitation, I could rock her world. I would brin
g her to fresh levels of bliss that she could barely fathom, let alone crave.
She was virginal.
She had no idea what I could do to her.
But I did.
And not even just physically.
I could seriously fuck this girl up.
And I couldn’t.
“But I want it, I do,” she whispered.
“You think you do,” I answered. “You know that you’ll enjoy yourself with me, but you know that I’m leaving town soon. We’ll probably never see each other again. What then? How will you handle that?”
Angel was caught off-guard.
“I’ll manage,” she finally told me.
“You’re trembling.”
My hand slid across her thigh.
She was shaking in the semi-darkness.
“I…I’m sorry,” she whispered sadly.
“No. Don’t be sorry.”
She looked me in the eyes.
It seemed like she was shaking a lot less.
“Do it, Trent,” she whispered.
“I can’t make you another footnote…”
“No, you’re not listening to me,” she insisted, her hand sliding along my own thigh and grabbing at my cock through the denim.
I caught her gaze, bearing witness to ferocity behind those pretty eyes.
Angel didn’t look afraid now.
She looked…different.
“Shut up and fuck me, Trent.”
Where the fuck is this coming from?
But I could see it. This wasn’t a little scared teenager who was trying to be courageous about jumping into bed with me…this was a woman whose confidence suddenly rivaled my own.
She wanted this.
She was ready for this.
My hesitation evaporated, and I drew her into a deep, long kiss, tugging her down into the covers with me…
Angel
Trent pulled me down into the bed with him, and our bodies immediately intertwined. He was so handsome, with his incredible physique and the fire burning deep in his eyes.
I could feel an insatiable rush, the pressure of the urges in my brain forcing me onward, tomorrow doesn’t matter, just focus on the right now.
But, then again, I’d forgotten a lot of things.
I let him take control.
Show me, my eyes pleaded.
Help me learn.
Teach me.
And he did. God yes he did.
Trent grasped onto my wrists, holding them down on either side as he lay down upon me, but careful to not crush me. I felt his jeans brush against my skin. As my need overcame me, I was all too eager to run my fingertips down his sculpted abs.
But he wouldn’t let me.
Trent kissed me deeply, hungrily, and moved his lips down to my throat. I craned my neck, exposing the tender flesh to his hot breath and tugging teeth. He kissed, nibbled, and bit at the skin before moving downwards.
His hands still binding my wrists to the bed above my head, he worshipped my ample bosom.
With dripping lust, he took one perky nipple into his mouth. He tugged with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, flooding my head with pleasure.
He moved to the other. He kept my wrists together with one hand while moving the other down to grasp the breast fully, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.
I could see the strong bulge in his jeans.
I wanted more.
Needed more.
Yanking my wrists free, I took him by surprise. My hands immediately flew to his jeans, my fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt and tugging down the pants.
Almost immediately, his cock sprung to life.
And it was massive.
A long, thick erection bounced in the air between us. In the soft light, I could see a glistening drop of his precum on the very tip, a precursor to his mounting need for pleasure.
But what caught my eye just as much as the generous thickness or incredible length was the collection of piercings lining its length.
“You pierced it?” I asked wondrously.
“Ribbed, for your pleasure,” he chuckled.
I was fascinated.
“Nuh-uh,” he smiled wickedly. “I’m in control. I’m in charge. And it’s my job to show you how this works, right? You just lay back until I tell you otherwise…”
I did as I was told, and Trent descended down to my abdomen, peppering a trail of kisses south – towards my thighs. He was no longer holding my wrists down, but his large, strong hands wrapped around my thighs…holding me in place.
Playfully, I tried to fight his strength, but it was to absolutely no avail.
His lips planted along my inner thighs, kissing his little trail along the supple skin. I breathed out a sigh of anticipation on my back, knowing that my steaming core was ready for whatever he had in mind…
I felt a single, slick finger slide into my wet pussy.
“Oh wow…you are tight,” he whispered huskily.
My chasm let him inside, but barely. I could feel myself clenching around his digit as he began to stroke me from the inside, easing me for what was to come.
A second finger poked in beside the first, stretching me harder. Almost immediately, they found my bundle of nerves, stroking along my inner button and sending fresh spasms of pleasure across my body. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked along the outer lips, teasing my nerve endings with expert precision.
When I thought there couldn’t possibly be any more to this, I felt his lips brush against my small, engorged clit, his tongue teasing it with varied pleasure.
I moaned with satisfaction as he worked me like a delicate instrument, playing my body to fulfill its needs.
My back lifted from the sheets.
My thighs struggled to clasp around his face.
My fingers threaded deep into his hair.
I rode his face, my hips practically bucking with pleasure as the rockstar worked his magic. He started switching things up – his tongue, burrowing deep inside me as his fingers worked my lips and my throbbing clit.
It was paradise.
I felt a rising, building, mounting feeling of desire from deep down. It was like nothing I’d ever felt – a systematic, rising need that had to be fulfilled, or a struggling, forceful promise that demanded to be made.
My body was quivering with its intensity.
Pleasure was whiplashing down my spine.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him hungrily. “Please don’t stop, fuck, just keep going…”
I could sense a change in his breath.
An exhale.
No.
A chuckle.
He was grinning.
My mind was pushed to the edge of a precipice, and finally, achingly, brought to release. I felt my pleasure rocket off the edge as I was brought to a body breaking, overwhelming warmth of lustful, all-encompassing sexual gratification.
I’d never experienced anything like this.
“Was that your first orgasm?” He asked, pulling up from between my legs as they trembled. The breath had been stripped from my very lips.
“First with… Someone else…”
“Well…tonight’s going to be a night of firsts for you, isn’t it?” He smiled almost wickedly, although I could sense tenderness behind the grin.
My own large grin crossed my face as I nodded again, sinking down into the sheets. “That was amazing.”
“That was just the start,” he told me, sliding onto his back beside me. “And now it’s your turn, my little Angel.”
“My turn?”
“That’s right,” he grinned, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. Laid out beside me, he was a long, powerful specimen of masculine perfection.
Even overlooking that throbbing, massive cock between his legs, pierced to perfection.
“I don’t…I mean, I can, but I don’t know how,” I whispered, catching my breath.
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”
I nodded one last time, sliding onto hi
s body for a deep kiss. I could feel his erection between us – and what startled me most, even more than the huge size, was how much warmth it vented.
The thing was practically piping-hot.
I almost flinched at the unexpected heat.
“It’s okay,” Trent whispered, his fingers brushing strands of hair from my face. “Just do what feels natural. I’ll help you.”
I kissed him again, tasting my fluids on his tongue, before pushing down against his awesome pecs. His skin was so tight, so defined, sculpted into perfection.
Sliding down his body, I let my hands grope, my fingertips trail, and my nails dig. I found myself wanting to learn every inch of his body.
Soon, I was kneeling between his legs in bed, each one a massive trunk that stretched outward. I lowered my face, grasping the studded cock. It was slick with wet pleasure, clearly ready for my attention.
My tongue slipped against his bulbous crown.
It was salty, yet sweet.
The head was so firm, so full of blood and eager for release. I realized how selfless Trent had been, bringing me to an orgasm first, and I wanted to repay him in kind.
My lips wrapped around his head, and I pushed down around the shaft.
His immediate groans told me what I needed to know. They encouraged me, pushed me onwards, and I began to slowly draw myself up and down his cock. It was interesting to feel his piercings against my tongue – I hadn’t really thought about catching on them, but to my satisfaction they didn’t bother me in the slightest.
At Trent’s instruction, I started teasing him, flicking my tongue along the base of his head as I stroked his cock with my hand. This got me the reaction I wanted, and he lifted his head to groan, looking down into my eyes.
I gave him the sexiest look I could muster, and he almost came right there and then.
Instead, he pulled me up from his cock, tossing me back down into the covers. Instinctively, my ankles parted, and he descended upon me in the instant.
The exhilaration threw my eyes wide open, and I was barely prepared for his lips against mine again, his tongue in my mouth. My chest was heaving; my fingers were digging into his shoulder blades.
I could only barely keep up with his unhinged pleasure, and terror gripped me as I felt the tip of his cock brush up against my lower lips.
“Are you ready?” He whispered delicately.
I nodded.
“Tell me.”
