Burn

by Lauren Milson

  Fuck getting clean.

  I have to pull my hand away from her lips so I can toss her on the bed and watch as she bounces against the soft covers.

  From the corner of the room her box of belongings catches my attention. Then my eyes narrow on something.

  It hits me like a ton of bricks.

  I muscle toward the box and pull out a big, thick, long vibrator.

  My Bug might be a size queen, but this thing has nothing on me.

  I turn my head and look back at her, her legs drawn up under her on my bed.

  “What the hell is this?” I say, tearing my eyes away from her. The vibrator flops in my hand as I find the on-switch at the bottom. The thought of her under the covers late at night with this thing shoved up between her thighs, playing with her little tits, has my cock ready to explode.

  “It never worked,” she coos, crawling toward me on the bed. The peaks of her hard little nipples pebble against the sheets as she brings them up to her collarbone. “Nothing’s ever worked…until you.”

  “You never came before me?” I ask her, my tongue thick inside my mouth.

  “No,” she whispers. “You’re my first…you’re the first man who’s ever done anything to me.”

  I stalk toward her and she crawls backward on the bed, biting her bottom lip.

  My heart is pounding against my ribs and my cock is harder than it’s ever been before.

  I feel like I’ve won the lottery. Only difference between me and the mega-millions winner is that I got the bigger prize.

  I throw the vibrator on the floor behind me and it hits the wood floor so hard that it sputters and breaks. She doesn’t need it anymore. I’m the only thing that gets inside her sweet little cunt. I’m the only thing that touches it.

  I kneel on the bed and crawl between Bug’s legs until I’m staring at her glorious, tight pink hole. I brace myself to taste heaven, close my eyes, and give her seam one long, hard lick as I throw her knees over my shoulders.

  “Oh god!” she moans, lacing her fingers softly through my hair. She gives me a little tug and the cells in my hair follicles feel like they’re having a thousand mini orgasms.

  “Bug,” I growl, tearing my lips away and parting her wet lips with two fingers. I push my fingers up her soaked pussy to make her clit catch at their juncture. I stare in awe at the tight, pink channel she saved just for me.

  I stiffen my tongue and press it inside her, lapping at her inner walls. I want to taste every single inch of her skin, every single inch of what’s inside her. I want her to cum on my tongue, my cock, my fingers, everything.

  I was lost, but now I’m found.

  Her sweet little whimpers are making my cock leak. I fist the base with one hand, but breathing her in and tasting her is enough to make my cock go off with one touch, so I tear my hand away from my cock with a deep groan breaking inside me. I focus on licking her, savoring her, kissing every inch of her pussy. Taking her clit into my mouth and sucking hard, slurping her down with two fingers pressed up against her hole, teasing, testing her tight opening.

  “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

  Her breath becomes faster and more erratic as her belly clenches and contracts. She whimpers and moans through shaggy breaths and I work harder than I ever had at anything to keep her riding the razor’s edge between pure blissful denial and the sliver of a lick that’ll send her spilling over to the other side.

  “That’s it,” she moans and wiggles her hips so she’s riding my face, “that’s it, that’s it!”

  Her body starts to erupt, but before she can cum, I tear myself away from her and deny her the dark, deep hole she’s been traveling toward.

  “No fucking way,” I growl at her, spinning her around and pulling her ass to my hips. I snake one hand down her body to her clit, keeping my fingers pressed hard against it, and grab her chin to bring her lips to mine. She shudders in my arms when I kiss her. “The next orgasm you have is going to be with my cock stuffed deep up inside that virgin tight cunt and my semen spraying your insides.”

  “Oh my god, yes!” she moans against my lips.

  I push her down onto the bed and undo my pants, the clanking of my zipper and belt the last sounds before all I hear ever again will be her sweet, sweet moans.

  10

  Bug

  The second I say “yes” is the second Flint has his pants coming undone. I’m an aching, panting mess by the time he’s sliding something inside me from behind and I feel my pussy clench up around it.

  I know it’s his finger. I know because I know how his finger feels inside me, the way it pressed up against that secret, soft button inside that I didn’t know existed.

  I pull away from him and turn around because I need to see him.

  I need to see all of him.

  When I turn, I feel my eyes widen with glee and I think I clap my hands a few times in front of my chest, or maybe I only do that in my imagination. I feel like I’ve just plucked the last daisy from a field. I feel like I’ve just been hit over the head with an anvil and all I can see are stars and birds as they dance around my head.

  This incredible man is mine.

  And I’m his.

  I don’t know which of these two facts I enjoy more. I’ve never had more than one good thing going for me at a time, and that’s if I was lucky. Maybe, for the first time in history, I have two good things in my hands at once.

  And I know another thing I want in my hands.

  I inch toward him, watching his glorious cock as it bobs and drips for me. Just for me. It’s so smooth and silky and I know when I run a finger up and down it that it’ll feel just like velvet draped over glass. Soft and hard at the same time. Slippery and firm, mouthwatering and belly-clenching.

  “Can I touch it?” I say to him, never taking my eyes off it. When I speak, the entire thick length pulses and twitches right before my eyes. The tips is swollen and wet with precum, and the ridge below is thick and stretched tightly around its thick girth. My mouth is watering just looking at it.

  “If you really insist on repaying me,” he says, putting one hand behind my head, “that would be where to start.”

  “Mmmm.”

  I moan as my lips come down on the tip, and I lick all of the precum off. It tastes salty and sweet, just like him. He pushes my head down possessively, making the insides of my thighs wet with my own juices. I can’t wait for him to be between my legs, but for now, I want to please my man.

  My Flint. The burning ember that made my body and my mind come alive for the very first time.

  Warmth settles inside me.

  I never thought having someone so strong and dominant would be what I needed. When he pushes my head down his pulsing length, I know this is my new favorite thing. It makes my belly flip over and then over again and again and as I feel his precum hit the back of my throat, all I can think about is how bad I want to feel that up against the deepest, tightest part of me.

  I’ve never been happier than I am right now. I’m so happy that he’s my first and last.

  Above me, I feel his muscles flexing as his hands work to bob my head up and down on his cock. My lips feel like they’ve finally found their purpose. I don’t think I ever want to kiss his lips again.

  I just want to kiss his dick.

  Well…no, I’ll want to kiss his lips again. But for now, this is all I want to do.

  I guide my curled lips up the length of his cock and his hand relents, and I plant a big, sweet kiss on the tip of his dick.

  “Christ, that’s hot,” he says down at me, tipping my chin up with his fingers. “Do that again.”

  I feel my lips curl up into a smile as I wrap my hand around the base.

  “You want me to kiss it?” I coo, moving my fist up and down his full length. When I get to the tip, I do something that a woman who came into the shop all the time told me to do. I was embarrassed when she gave me this sex tip, but now I know there was a reason she told me.

  When I ge
t to the head of his cock, I drag my finger across the tip and gather all of the thick liquid there, swirling it around before moving my hand down again.

  “Oh baby,” he groans, biting back a chuckle. “You’re a goddamn champion when it comes to dick.”

  “Only your dick,” I tell him.

  “Only my dick, isn’t that right?”

  I don’t know if I should be smiling as hard as I am. The dueling emotions of happiness and awe are decking it out inside me, and my mind is painted with broad strokes of confusion as I keep ricocheting between happiness and admiration.

  “Yes,” I coo up at him, my eyes going wide. I want to drink him up. His big, chiseled body sends a thrill of goosebumps plumping up over my body and I shiver when he bites his bottom lip. There’s a vulnerable side to him right now, and it’s something I saw earlier back at the pool, too.

  It’s like he’s working to gain my trust. He’s working to keep me. I’ve never thought anyone would work to get me to stay.

  And I’m not doing this just because he’s the first man to ever really look at me.

  I know what bad relationships and good relationships look like. Growing up the way I did, I had to get street-smart, real quick. My mom had one good relationship in her life and I saw the way her descent destroyed him. I saw the look in his eyes when he finally had to say goodbye to us. And I remember something he told me.

  Don’t settle, Cindy. Don’t give yourself to someone who isn’t completely in love with you. And don’t mistake forwardness for affection. Don’t be temped to give yourself to the first man who loves you. Make sure you love him, too.

  I’ve seen men who were good at romancing my mom. I think she was so lonely that she clung to them even when they weren’t the best choice for her. They weren’t the best choice for anyone, actually. But they knew how to play the game.

  Flint isn’t playing any games with me. He’s earning my trust, minute by minute.

  “You know I could do anything to you right now,” I coo up at him, stroking his length slowly.

  “You could,” he says, putting my hair behind my ears. “But I know what I want you to do.”

  “Oh?” I whisper, stroking him as I put a few kisses on the cut diamond above his cock. “What is it?”

  “Kiss it for me, Bug,” he demands. My heart is pounding and all I can do to keep myself from combusting is force my mind to the task at hand.

  “I always knew I’d be able to cum when…”

  Shit. I almost commented that I’d fallen in love with him. That’s what this feels like, but I can’t say the word. I want the courage to do it, but there’s something holding me back. And that’s okay, because I know there are things we will tell each other forever.

  So I keep kissing the tip of his dick, pressing sweet little kisses to it.

  I’m teasing him, and I like it.

  “I like kissing your cock, Flint. I like it sooo much.”

  I put kisses all over him, slowly, puckering up like I’m a girl on a first date with red-stained lips kissing her mirror to make herself feel sexy. I coo and moan against his cock, every time I kiss him discovering a different feeling inside me, a different sensation.

  It’s thrilling.

  “Baby, my cock is about to go off if you don’t stop,” he warns.

  “That’s okay,” I say, my fist moving up and down him. The idea of him cumming inside my mouth, feeling his big cock explode there, is doing something crazy to me.

  “No, it’s not okay,” he says. “There’s only one place I’m putting this first load.”

  My chest tightens as he flip me onto my belly and spreads my ass apart.

  “I’m going to fuck all of your holes,” he comments darkly. I feel his eyes boring through my body, drinking in everything. I shake my ass slowly in his hands and I feel one finger tease my tight, puckered asshole. “I’ve been waiting for those hips to swivel for me forever.”

  My breath catches inside my chest and my pussy clenches, making a new stream of honey trickle out of me. His finger against my ass is making me crazy.

  “I’m going to fuck you here, Bug,” he says in a growling, stern whisper as he drags his finger down to my pussy and then back up to my asshole, dragging a trail of my juices along the valley.

  I feel my eyes roll back in my head and a new, delicious sensation flow through my body when he pushes the tip of his finger into my ass. With his other hand he spreads one of my ass cheeks aside, making everything back there feel hot and open.

  “I’m going to take your ass, but not before you feel all of my hot semen coating the inside of your womb, Bug. I’m going to cum deep inside your pussy and I’m not going to use anything. Nothing gets between us. Ever.”

  As he speaks, he pushes his finger deeper into my ass and then pulls it out again, so slowly, over and over. My eyes would be crossing if they weren’t rolled so far back in their sockets.

  “I’m going to fuck you until I can’t take it anymore, and then I’m going to put the tip of my cock right up against your cervix so all of my hot cum is sealed inside you. I’m going to keep my cock there while you cum against it, sucking all of my seed up inside you, and when I’ve dumped my entire load, my cock will stay there so nothing can drip out. And then, finally, when I’m confident you’re holding as much as you can, I’ll pull out so you can get me ready for round two with those sweet little kisses.”

  I bite my bottom lip and nod my head wildly in affirmation. I’ve always wanted children and a big family, but I never knew that the man I was with would want them as much as I do.

  He pushes his cock up against the opening of my pussy, pressing the head inside my tight hole. I brace myself, grabbing anything I can get my hands on. My fingers twist up around his covers, my teeth dig into his pillow, and I feel myself slide open around his thick cock as he pushes the head inside, the ridge passing through my folds.

  “Oh god Flint,” I gasp, white and black dots erupting behind my clenched eyelids.

  He pulls out and rubs my ass cheeks, then presses the tip against my pussy again. Over and over he teases me, and even though I’m so wet right now, I feel impossibly tight and his dick feels impossibly big. Little by little, he opens me up, making my tight hole stretch around him.

  “Bug, nothing’s ever felt as perfect as it does right now,” Flint grunts behind me, pulling his cock out of me. I stay arched in glorious, dizzying awe as he taps the head of his cock against my clit and then my soaked opening, sliding through all of my sticky honey. “I’ve never seen anything as perfect as the sight of my cock entering you for the first time.”

  I feel like I’ve been initiated into something bigger than me. A cult, maybe. I mean, not in a bad way, but in the way that I imagine someone who’s been bewitched by a cult leader’s charismatic personality. But I know this isn’t that. I know I can trust Flint.

  He found me, and that means I’m his now.

  And I’ve never felt a greater sense of peace settle over my mind than right now.

  Flint nestles his cock up inside me again, the tip of one finger gathering some of the wetness from my pussy and gliding up to my puckered ass. He slides the tip inside again as he keeps rocking his cock inside my tight hole.

  And then, suddenly, I feel my insides clench and shudder as he slices all the way through, breaking past some hidden barrier inside me.

  “Yes Flint, yes, that feels so good,” I cry as he takes both of my ass cheeks in his hands. He digs his fingertips in possessively and pulls my ass back against his lap so he’s fully seated inside me, and I can fear the barest hint of something sweet and thick bubbling up from the tip of his cock.

  I feel moan after desperate moan spilling from my lips with each time he pulls my ass back toward him. If I don’t get pregnant during my deflowering, so be it, but I say a silent prayer inside my head as he keeps my pussy moving up and down his hot, pulsing cock, fucking me slow and deep.

  “You are so fucking tight, Bug,” Flint says behind me. I can
feel the edges of his eyes painting magic over every inch of me. “Tell me who you saved this tight pussy for.”

  “It’s for you,” I whimper desperately. I want to show him that I was made for him. I want to show him what it means for me to be his. “It’s yours, it’s for you, Flint.”

  “Seeing my thick cock slice through this wet, tight cunt over and over is telling me that you saved yourself just for me, Bug. Just for me. You didn’t have to tell me. I just knew. Tell me who you saved this pussy for Bug, let me hear it.”

  “It’s for you, Flint,” I say as my fingers twist up palm-fulls of his sheets.

  His hands grip my hips and I feel my face contort in pure pleasure.

  His words are sending my mind into a higher and higher fever, every second that goes by making my body crawl higher and higher into new planes of existence. His hands are roaming over my ass, pulling it open and making my wet lips spread out around his cock, and knowing that he’s watching as his cock is slicing in and out of me is making me feel so fucking dirty but so fucking good.

  My clit is growing hotter and more sensitive by the second. My core is so wet and warm that I feel like I could burst at any moment. My pussy is fluttering and bearing down on his huge cock and as his pulsing length brings me higher and higher, I feel something new happening.

  “Oh god Flint, what are you doing?” I gasp. Then I realize it’s his thick finger entering my ass. I gulp and bite my lip through the pleasure, the feeling of both holes filled up making them feel even tighter, tighter, and him even bigger, bigger.

  “You are fucking perfect, Bug, and you’re fucking mine,” he growls behind me. Droplets of sweat land on my ass and I push my hair away from my face to send a dizzy glance over my shoulder.