by Ema Bancroft
"Jesus. " Elias left his zipper, sliding down my body until his breath scoffed at my hot, slippery flesh. He looked, hypnotized, as his fingers rested upon me, sending a tingling of electricity surging through me. Licking along the length of my hip bone, he put a long finger on me and I bent down against him, a shame as forgotten as the world around us. A second finger joined the first finger and Elijah snapped my legs apart before using his other hand to extend me, his mouth floating over my throbbing clitoris.
I froze, staring at it, my chest pounding. "What... what are you doing?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you think? "His face fell a little bit. "Is something wrong? Do you... do you want me to stop? "He began to slip his fingers and I unconsciously squeezed my inner muscles to stop him. Did Elias moan?
"No,"I said breathlessly, my head falling backward as he began to come in and out slowly that I had my hips spinning with enthusiasm. "It's just... never... never... never anyone...?"
Elijah's fingers stopped moving and drew my attention to his face again. He had a rather smug smile on him face.
"So," he said wolfly, once again beginning the lazy push, and breaking my lips with his fingers,"Am I the first to do this? " His tongue rushed out, licking slowly around my clitoris.
Holy shit! He could not gouge his eyes out while he licked his lips, and still slipped his fingers in and out.
"Yes,"I whispered, barely remembering the question.
"Mmmm..." he muttered. He pulled out his fingers, sliding them through my folds, rubbing my flesh tickle. He put his mouth down again and I held my breath, waiting?
"And I'm the first one to do this? " His tongue replaced his fingers within me, creeping in and swirling as he kissed me where I had never been kissed before. He shoved and withdrew his talented tongue as his fingers continued to rub relentlessly, and finally gently pinched my clitoris between them.
"Oh, God…yes…yes! "My thighs trembled as my whole body clenched, my climax moved closer with every stroke of his fingers... every movement of his tongue."
He lifted his head, his eyes dark and dangerous. His fingers continued lazily exploring my dampness, slipping... submerging... dipping briefly before leaving me empty...
"And you've never come with someone's mouth in this sweet vagina? " he muttered, his lips fluttering over my clitoris as his filthy, dirty words drew me to the edge.
"No..." I didn't know how I managed to get the truth out.
"Mmmm..... " said Elijah, licking me slowly one more time. "Well, I'd say it's about time."
And he was determined to do so. I quickly realized that Elijah had only been teasing me before. He relentlessly set himself at an unrelenting pace with his fingers, sliding them in and out as his tongue struck my clitoris. My knuckles bleached when I grabbed the sheets to avoid pulling his hair from his head.
Then he twisted his fingers a little bit, and a sensation so intense that it twisted my toes that it ran through me. He sucked louder into my swollen clitoris, caressing that heavenly place within me again and again. I felt the revealing stretching in my center as each muscle stretched waiting for the pleasure to come.
"Oh, God... Elijah... Elijah..." His name fell from my lips like a chant and he accelerated his rhythm, the waves grew higher and higher until I crashed into a blinding, trembling and tense release as the overwhelming pleasure pulsed through my body...
I've had an orgasm before. Well, I should say I thought I'd had one before. But comparing those few tingling pitches to what Elijah had just given me was like... how?
Well, my mind couldn't invent a valid metaphor at the time. He was quite numb, and happily absorbing the sweet replicas as Elijah gently slowed down his movements. My eyes widened as he finally turned away, and his hooded eyes met mine as he intentionally licked his fingers. I shuddered at the sight of him, and he smiled slightly as his hands returned to his zipper. My dream, my sense of satiety was instantly averted as another wave of excitement dragged me along.
He moved toward the edge of the bed, pushing his trousers, underwear and socks in a fluid motion before he sat down and bent down to take his wallet out of his back pocket.
His eyesight, naked and firm, lit up a wave of lust so powerful that I could not help but stretch my hand to follow my fingers over his delicious ass. He looked at me hotly over his shoulder, and from the corner of my eye I saw his hand shake as he pulled a condom out of his wallet.
I didn't know where my audacity came from, but I had to be closer to him. I straddled him from behind, squeezing his chest to his back and moaning lightly as he felt his warm skin against mine. My arms surrounded him from behind as he kissed his neck gently, stroking the edge of his hairline and inhaling its scent. I took the condom from his hand.
"Allow me,"I whispered against his skin. Elijah snarled, his hands moving to caress my thighs where they pressed against his own. I opened the wrapper, holding the condom in one hand while tentatively grasping its length in the other. I wrapped my fingers around him, marveled at the heat and hardness as he gently squeezed. Elijah's fingers clenched in my legs and his head fell backward as my name flowed gently from his lips. Enchanted by the hardship of power I felt in my pleasure, I stroked him firmly, swinging my hips against his from behind as I placed wet kisses on his shoulder, biting him gently.
"Oh, God,"he clutched, pushing erratically on my fist. He covered my fingers with his, stopping my movements, as he pushed my hand holding the condom toward his erection.
"I can't stand it,"he said harshly. "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come in your hand... and this time, I want to be inside you."
His words filled me with lust, and with trembling breath and shaky hands, I managed to put the condom on him along. Without warning, Elijah stood up and turned and pushed me toward the bed as he leaned over me.
"I'm sorry,"he muttered, running his tongue across my jaw before biting my neck, sucking my skin. "I don't think I can go slow. I…I…"
His voice fell silent as he nailed his voice to me, loud and thick, and fucking incredible.
"Shit!
"he scraped, his jaw clenched and his eyes tightened tightly closed. "His words marked by heavy grunts, Elijah plunged into me again and again. All I could do was hang in there and enjoy the ride.
And what a trip it was.
Elijah hooked my leg, grabbed my thigh and deepened its penetration. I felt so good that without noticing it, I lifted my two legs, wrapping them around his waist as he drove towards me, hitting a place in the deepest part of my body that once again made me exhale towards the climax.
"Oh, God... Elijah... so good..." I couldn't form complete sentences.
Elijah groaned. "Even so... not enough..." he muttered between shoves. He grabbed my legs, pulling my ankles to his shoulders and my fingers bit his arms at the overwhelming pleasure. Each blow stimulated that delightful place, and soon my muscles tightened in anticipation.
Twice.
You were gonna make me come... twice?
"Oh…oh…
"Shit..."
"Elijah..."
"Daisy…Shit! So good..."?
I felt him swell and have a pulse inside me, and as his climax approached, he leaned slightly forward. The new position brought an added friction to my sore clitoris, and within two strokes my orgasm crashed against me with devastating intensity. I grabbed hold of him, my legs stretched on his shoulders, my hands clutching his ass, pulling him deeper towards me. Elijah trembled and pronounced a low curse when he arrived, pushing erratically through his own climax before falling on me, my boneless legs slipping towards his hips.
After a few minutes, Elijah walked away from me. I groaned in protest, and he laughed slightly, bowing to kiss my lips slightly. "I'll be right back,"he said, walking to the bathroom. I stretched luxuriously, and then got up to pull the crumpled sheets and slide between them. Elijah came out of the bathroom and came up to me, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling me against him.
"I should go bac
k to my room,"he grudgingly said.
"In a minute,"I protested, waving my ass against his now soft penis. To my surprise, he responded slightly.
Interesting.
Elijah moaned, nibbling at my neck. "All right... in a minute"?
I relaxed against him, feeling his fingers slide smoothly over my hip... my ribs... my stomach. Elijah�s touch was hypnotic and before I knew it, I fell asleep in his arms.
0
A loud thumping woke me from my dreams. As I fell asleep, I turned to see Elijah lying on his stomach beside me, his own eyes adrift.
"What's going on? " he muttered on the pillow.
The tapping started again and I realized it was coming from my door.
"Shit! " I exclaimed quietly. "What time is it? " I checked the clock at night. Six o' clock sharp.
Time for my training.
"I'm Roland,"I whispered frantically, pushing Elijah. "He can't see you here."
"Fuck! " Elijah murmured as we came out of bed, naked. I saw Elijah's quite prominent erection from the corner of my eye and I froze, my eyes rounded in surprise.
How can it be so difficult at a time like this? I stared, hypnotized for a moment. It was definitely different in the light of day. It almost looked... bigger?
More beautiful.
"Daisy! " Elijah hissed, picking up his clothes and holding them in front of the object of my affection. "Concentrate!"
I blinked, shaking my head to clear it. "Right. I'm sorry."
"Tim, get your ass out of that bed! " Roland screamed through the door. "No pain, no gain, asshole! " He whispered the last word, but I could still decipher it.
"I'm coming. Wait a second! " I called again, picking up a bulging sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. There's no time for the dick. I kicked him under the bed while I was putting on my clothes. Waiting until Elijah closed in the bathroom, I took a steady breath and opened my door, trying to look casual.
Roland was standing with his arms folded, a dark look on his face. "What's going on? " I asked.
Roland turned his eyes. "Time to go to the gym,"he replied. "We don't have time for a full workout, but we-" His words are cut off when he notices something on my shoulder. A wave of panic hit my stomach when I saw him take the crumpled sheets and the locked bathroom door.
"Uncle, I'm sorry. " He lowered his voice as he realized it was illuminating his eyes. "I didn't know you had company. He didn't know anyone else was -" Once again, he was silent as his eyes fell to the ground and widened into shock.
My heart stopped as I turned to see what had caught his attention.
My dark green duvet hung halfway through the bed, the corner rotted on the floor. Looking out from the bottom of the rim they were a very identifiable pair of black and green made to measure Nikes with the initials E. C. stitched on the heel.
Shit...? Meet Fan. I have a feeling you two are gonna get along.
Chapter 7
Chapter 7 - Geek lover
Daisy
I saw this movie once. There was a guy named Arron, an ordinary guy who lived a normal life. He was prone to panic attacks, and when he was under stress his heart began to beat very hard and he became sweaty and breathless, and suddenly things around him began to slow down and twist and get weird. He got scared, and he took these pills to try to calm down and deal with everything.
He was very handsome, by the way, in a geeky, long, sweaty and skinny way.
What was that movie called? I wanted to see her again.
Anyway, he turned out to be the son of this professional killer, and his panic attacks were actually an innate superhuman skill - the increased heart rate and adrenaline levels gave him bursts of strength and speed. The world wasn't slowing down. He could move so fast, it was as if everything around him was in slow motion.
It was so cool.
And this... this wasn't anything like that?
Roland was standing at my door, looking like a fish. Elias hid in my room, his fucking Nikes peeking out of my bed. The smell of sex hung damnedly in the air, and I couldn't think fast enough.
"Roland…uh…" Yeah. That was helpful. Excellent thinking on your feet, Daisy.
"Friend,"Roland whispered. "I understand. It's cool."
"No... uh, I mean, it's not what it looks like..." Oh, is that original?
Roland smiled with a smile, his eyes turning toward the bed. "I think that's exactly what it looks like... but B, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."
"No, you don't understand..."
"Oh, I understand perfectly,"he said, his face getting serious as he grabbed my shoulders. Listen, Tim... I'm not one to give advice, but you have to be faithful to who you are. "His eyes turned briefly to the bathroom door. "We don't choose who we love"?
"Love? No…wait…"
Roland cut me like he didn't say anything, squeezing my shoulders a little. "You and E. C. have to follow their hearts. I understand that... and I understand why you feel like you can't go public with this.
It's a personal decision, and if you and E. C. both came out - it would be a media circus..."
"Did he go out? " Oh, god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.
"But shit, B. If you want to keep this a secret, you'll have to be more careful..."
"DL? " I shrieked.
"I mean, I've suspected something for a while..."
"Have you done it?"
Roland chuckled. "Well, yes... but I'm a little more perceptive when it comes to these things than most people. I mean, I had a feeling about you from the beginning. But E. C.? It was a little harder to read.
"Oh, God. " It all started to turn around and I was wondering if I was going to faint. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down and concentrate.
Where was my dick when I needed it? Under the bed, that's where it is. I looked towards him with longing, barely seeing the shining silicone in the shadows.
Roland kept ignoring me. "Of course, this explains a lot of things. I mean, the kids were wondering why Elijah didn't bring women lately. But I don't think anyone suspected he preferred the peen.
I was momentarily distracted by the thoughts of Elijah's peen.
But that night at the pool party,"he continued, his eyes narrowed as he waved a finger slowly to notice. "That night, I saw the way he looked at you... and I saw the way you looked at him. I wasn't absolutely sure... but I thought there was something there."
"Fuck me,"I muttered. "Do you think anyone else knows anything?"
Roland hit me on the shoulder and I'm sure he thought it was an encouraging gesture. Actually, it hurt a little bit.
"No,"he said,"but you have to see it in public. I mean, I'm pretty sure I got into something on today's show, am I right?"
I shrugged a little bit.
"Yes, that's what I thought,"he said. "Trust me. " Keeping something like this a secret is harder than you think when there are cameras on every corner.
I took a deep breath. "Roland, I-- "I was interrupted by the sound of a door closing and a loud voice screaming."
"Shit, it's Ethan,"Roland hissed. "What are you doing back so early?
"He pushed me back into the room. "I'll cover you... just... take E. C. out of here without anyone seeing it!"?
"Roland, we need to talk..."
His head snapped to the side. "He's coming. Just... shut up,"he urged. I'll get rid of it... and lock the door! "Roland closed the door and I stared at him, motionless, as I listened to Ethan walk down the aisle."
"Friend,"Roland said cheerfully. "What's going on? " I didn't expect to see you until it was time to go to the airport.
"Terri kicked me out,"I heard Ethan whisper. "How was I supposed to know she's not a morning person?"
"What did you do? " Roland laughed.
"Nothing,"Ethan said defensively. "I just woke her up. I thought it would be romantic, you know..."
"Not one for the morning, nookie? " Roland asked.
Ethan cleared his throat. "Well, not one for the morning blowjobs a
nyway,"he grunted.
Roland drowned. "Friend."
"Yes,"Ethan said. "How was I supposed to know it's considered rude to rub your dick on a girl's lips? " I thought you'd like it."
"Well, maybe I would have done it if I was... you know... conscious"?
"Whatever,"Ethan replied. "Are you going to exercise?"
"Yes. Are you ready for it?"
"Sure. " A slight shuffle told me they were moving away from the door. "Wait. And Tim? " I froze, holding my breath as Ethan�s voice approached.
"Never mind Tim,"Roland said. "He's a little... busy right now"?
He followed a rhythm of silence.
"No shit? "I could hear the smile in Ethan's voice. "Well, he recovered quickly after being abandoned. There's nothing like getting back on the horse..."His voice went out again as he and Roland walked down the aisle."
"Horse? " Roland repeated in disbelief. "Nice analogy. I swear, sometimes I think it's a miracle that you sleep with someone.
Ethan's laughter rumbled towards me. I thought I heard him say something about being "a hot piece of ass"... or maybe it was "inhumanely fast". "I couldn't be sure."
Finally, I let the air escape from my lungs and took a deep breath. I came tremblingly close to the bathroom door, tapping my knuckles gently against it.
"It's safe.
"I cleared my throat roughly, speaking a little louder. "You can come out now."
Elijah opened the door a little, peeping through the crack. "Roland's gone?"
I smiled at his nervousness. "What, you think he's gonna kick your ass or something?"
Elijah came out of the bathroom, getting a little cockier in his step. "Shit, no. I was thinking about you. He put his arm around my waist, pulling at me to give me a quick kiss. "Are you all right?"
"He knows it."
Elijah's eyes widened. "What? How?"
I stepped away from his grip, leaning down to grab one of the offensive shoes. I turned to him, my eyebrow bowed as the Nike hung from my finger, the laces dropped sharply on the leather.
"Shit."
I nodded my head. "Yes."
Elijah collapsed in bed, his hands poking through his face. "What did he say?"
