by Sky Corgan
I kiss a path down her chest before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue swirls around her taut peak, and my teeth lightly clamps down on it. She moans and shivers. Her fingers slip into my hair, drawing me even closer. I feel blissfully buried in her flesh, moving from one breast to the other, giving them each ample attention.
“Oh Kit,” she says my name, and it's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
My hands fall to her hips, my greedy cock bucking up against her. There are too many clothes between us. She must be thinking the same thing, because as soon as my lips leave her tits, she crawls off of me to start undressing the rest of the way.
I tear off my clothes as if they're on fire. When I pull down my boxer briefs, my dick springs out hard and veiny. I'm not sure if it's ever been this thick before. Years of pent-up need have me pulsing, my tip slick with seed, beads of come forming at my slit and dripping over the edge. She stares down at me, and her eyes go wide.
“Oh, my.” Ivy draws a hand up to her lips.
“It might hurt a little.” I warn her before pulling her down onto my lap, my cock pressing against her thigh.
“That's what I'm afraid of.” She avoids my gaze, pink coming to her cheeks.
“I'll be gentle at first.” I lightly pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at me.
“I know you will be.” Ivy smiles. “You've been nothing but gentle so far.”
“Well, minus that.” I tap the spot on her neck where I left a hickey.
“Minus that.” She touches the bruise, and her cheeks glow even brighter. “Not that I mind. I mean, it's kind of hot.”
“Is it?” I smirk.
“I want to put my mark on you, too,” she tells me, her gaze so intense that my dick jerks and spills a few drops of seed onto her thigh.
“You can do whatever you want to me, baby.” I reach up and nip her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Is that so?” Ivy straddles me, seeming pleased.
“I'm all yours,” I confess.
“Even after this?” She looks away as if she fears my answer.
I caress her cheek, bringing her back to me. “For as long as you want me.”
Her face lights up, and she leans in to kiss me. I'm so much taller than her that she has to go up onto her knees. Her body presses forward, her mound rubbing against my cock. She grinds on me, a torturous movement of her hips that has me ever aware of my heightened need to fuck.
“Are you going to let me claim your little pussy?” I whisper against her mouth.
“Mhm.” She nods shyly.
I slip my hand between her legs, my finger rubbing over her clit. She gasps.
“Mmm, you're all swollen with desire for me.” I lick a path from her lips to her ear before taking her lobe between my teeth and giving it a gentle bite.
Her mouth is an O as I rub tight circles up and over her clit. She grinds towards my hand, rubbing against my cock. I'm beginning to wonder which one of us is going to come first.
By some miracle, she gives out before I do. I feel the contractions rolling beneath my fingertips. Her eyes go to the back of her head, and I hook an arm around her and latch onto one of her breasts with my mouth, adding extra stimulation as her orgasm plays out. She grips my hair, her body shuddering against me. I tease her until her climax subsides, not letting go until I know she's had enough.
“Wow. That was...” Ivy sits back on her calves, running her fingers through her hair. “That was something else.”
“There's a lot more where that came from.” I wink at her.
“Is there?” she purrs, straightening herself again. “I suppose you want yours now.” Ivy grabs my cock, giving it a few strokes.
“I just want to be inside of you,” I confess. It's more than a want at this point. It's a need. I think I might die if she denies me.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks shyly.
I curse my lack of preparedness. Not like getting laid has been in my game plan for years. I'm pretty sure that the box I have back at my apartment has expired.
“You're not on birth control?” I counter.
“No,” Ivy shakes her head before whispering, “I've never needed to be on birth control.”
My dick jerks at the implication of her words. “You've never had sex before?”
“No.” She shakes her head again, avoiding my gaze.
Fuck. The thought that I'm going to be the first inside of her pussy has every cell in my body buzzing. I want to be her first. Her last. Her only. But we have to get past this birth control issue first.
“If you don't want to...” I start, cursing myself for playing the part of a good guy. Do I really have enough self-control to walk away from this? It's not self-control. It's that I care. I care about making her happy. I don't want to do anything to her that would break the trust between us.
“I want to,” Ivy quickly cuts me off. “I want to so much, I don't think I could stop if I tried. I've never wanted anyone like I want you right now,” her words come out in a gush, filling me with pride.
“I feel the same way.” I smile at her.
“Then let's just...Let's just see what happens.” She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.
I know exactly what's about to happen. I'm about to bury myself balls deep inside of her and feel Heaven.
“All right,” I agree, trying not to seem too eager.
She crawls back over me, mounting me. My slick helmet slides between her pussy lips, nudging at her entrance. It's taking everything in me not to grab her by the hips and press her down onto me. My stomach is tight, my cock pulsing and spilling drops of seed all over her warm, velvety flesh. My need to come inside of her is so primal that I doubt I'll be able to resist.
She begins to lower herself, and I watch her in awe. The thought that she wants me so badly to take me like this is unlike anything I've experienced before. Her small body squeezes around me. Tiny whimpers fall from her lips from the stretching of her pussy. The breaking of her hymen. It pains me to know that I'm hurting her, even though this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
Her descent is slow, taking one hard inch at a time. By the time she's resting fully on my cock, she's panting. I can feel her muscles clamping around me, trying to adjust to the new intruder. My dick fights back, throbbing with red hot need. I'm trying my best to be patient. I want to rut her hard—to breed her and put my baby in her belly. But this moment is all hers, and I know she needs to have it.
“You feel amazing,” I tell her. Those words don't do the experience justice. This is the best fucking thing ever.
“You feel incredible, too,” she groans, reaching up to tweak one of her nipples.
“Fuck.” I can't resist any longer. I start bucking slowly, feeling the tightness of her as my cock slips in and out.
She looks startled for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. But then she closes her eyes, and I know she's enjoying the sensation of being fucked for the first time.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Your pussy is so tight. It can barely take my cock.” I tighten my grip on her hips, picking up the pace until she's all moans and whimpers.
“Oh my God, Kit. It feels so good. I never knew it could feel so good.” Ivy begins to move with me, her pussy sucking down on my cock every time I press up into her. She grabs her breasts, playing with them as she bounces on my dick. “I think I'm going to come again.”
“Come for me, baby. Let's come together.” I can feel my balls tightening. A few more bucks of my hips, and her pussy clamps around me like a vice. I come completely undone, my hands going to her waist to force her all the way down on me, filling her to the brim with my cock as warm come shoots inside her cervix.
Ivy gasps, probably feeling my dick expanding as I fill her with my seed. Her eyes are closed, her body soaking in the euphoria of her climax. I'm sure she knows what's happening. To be honest, I half expected her to jump off me the second I began to come, but she seems to be enjoy
ing this just as much as I am.
She grinds down on me a few more times after her orgasm subsides before crawling off of me and cuddling against my side. A sticky trail of semen runs down her inner thigh. Watching my seed leaking out of her newly claimed cunt is incredibly hot.
I hold her against me, turning to kiss her on the forehead. Part of me wants to apologize for coming inside of her, but I wouldn't mean it, so I don't bother.
“That was intense,” she tells me quietly.
“It was.” My balls had been holding that load for so long, I wouldn't be surprised if I got her pregnant. I definitely wouldn't mind either.
She's my angel. In the span of a few days, she's given me a reason to want to live again. Every cell in my body has been reprogrammed to keep her safe. She'll want for nothing as long as I'm around.
“You belong to me now.” I give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Do I?” A smile lights up her face as she looks at me.
“Yes. Unless you have a problem with that.” I arch an eyebrow at her.
“No. I like it.” Ivy nuzzles against me. “I am yours. And you are mine.”
CHAPTER TEN
IVY
Holy hotness.
It's crazy to think that one of the best moments of my entire life came from one of the worst moments of my entire life. Two days ago, I was single and on the brink of death. Then I met a hero, and now he's my boyfriend. At least, I think he is. Kit doesn't seem like the type of guy to manipulate or lie.
This possessive side of him is sexy. He's like an onion with so many layers, and I'm enjoying peeling away each one. There's the caring layer, the damaged layer, and the layer that fucks like a boss. Who knew he would be a dirty talker. I feel like I've hit the boyfriend jackpot. I couldn't ask for more.
We lie together for what feels like forever. It might have been forever if nature didn't force me to rise and brave the cold. I frown as I pull away from Kit's side—away from his warmth.
“I suppose we should be getting up.” He folds his arms behind his head, gazing up at me. My eyes instantly fall to his well-defined triceps. My God, did I ever luck out. What a stud.
A blush covers my cheeks, and I jerk my eyes away. Am I already this enamored with him? “I suppose we should.” I grope around for my clothes before putting them on.
The sun is shining bright outside when I open the door. There're no blustery wind gusts to greet me. A lot of the snow has already melted away. It's a beautiful day.
“I think we can make it to town,” Kit comments as he peeks outside when I come back in.
“Yeah,” I agree, a bit sad that we have to return to reality. For as much of a nightmare as this endeavor was when it began, I feel like it's turned into something of a dream. But I know it won't be over just because we're leaving the cabin. At least, I hope it won't be. I really want Kit to have been sincere about what he said to me last night after we made love.
“Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?” he asks as I help him pack up what few items he brought with him.
“No. I think I'll be fine.” My ankle isn't as sore as it was before. And I don't think that a hospital could do any more for me than what Kit has already done.
“You should probably call your parents when we get back into town, so they'll know you're all right,” he suggests as he folds the old worn blanket and puts it back in the cabinet.
“Yeah.” I wonder what they're going to think about all of this. Hopefully, they won't make me come home right away. I would like to spend a little bit more time with Kit.
We climb into his Jeep and leave the cabin behind. It takes a while for us to reach a paved road, and I'm no less lost than when I was wandering blindly through the forest. Even when we reach town, I don't feel like I have my bearings about me.
“Are you hungry?” Kit asks.
My stomach growls in response, and he grins at me.
We drop by a Walmart so that Kit can buy me some new clothes. Then I sneak into the bathroom to change into them before we head to a diner to fill our bellies. Real food tastes amazing, and I gorge myself, not caring if I look like a pig.
“Five fries at a time. That's impressive,” Kit teases me as I stuff my face.
“It's been a long time since I've had fries,” I inform him with my mouth full.
“You can have mine too if you want.” He pushes his tray towards me.
I try not to smile stupidly. It was a simple gesture, but it reminds me of how kind he is, of how he puts me first. Lord knows, he's got to be hungry. He was sharing his MREs with me, and I don't doubt that he can easily finish one by himself. He's a big guy. He probably needs a ton of calories to maintain his Adonis physique.
I nab a few of his fries, but my eyes are much bigger than my stomach. For as much food as I was trying to shove in my face hole like I'd never eat again, I barely get half of my burger down. Maybe I should have laid off of the carbs, but the fries were just so tasty that I couldn't stop myself.
“Was it good?” he asks with a smirk as I lean back and rub my belly.
“It was good.” I nod, obviously satisfied.
We leave the restaurant and head to Kit's apartment. I'm way more excited to see his place than I should be, wanting to get a glimpse into his world.
The apartment complex he lives in is unimpressive, definitely one of the older ones around. I figured that a military guy like him would make lots of money and want to live somewhere nice, but I also know that some people are just frugal. I try not to judge as we stand outside of his unit and I look around at the cracked sidewalk and chipped paint on the building. The place isn't quite falling apart, but it won't be many more years before repairs will be necessary.
Kit opens the door and flips on a light switch inside before stepping back for me to enter. I'm not really sure what I should expect when I walk inside, but I'm surprised to find that the place barely looks lived in at all. Much like the cabin, furniture is minimal. His dining room sits empty. There's a sofa and coffee table and television in the living room. No pictures on the walls.
“It's not much,” he tells me as he closes the door behind us.
“It's fine,” I reply, inhaling deeply as I turn back to him. There's nothing else to see here. He's the only thing I'm interested in any way.
“We should probably take a shower,” he suggests.
“Yeah. You smell.” I wrinkle my nose at him.
“Do I?” He pinches the front of his shirt and draws it up to his face to give it a sniff.
“I'm just teasing you.” I gently pat his chest. “A shower does sound divine.”
Kit leads the way to his bedroom. It's every bit as empty as the living room. There is just a bed and a floor lamp. Not even a chest of drawers.
He picks a piece of paper up from his pillow, shoving it in his pocket without even folding it first.
“What's that?” I ask.
“Just a reminder of stuff I needed to do when I got back,” he replies before continuing on to the bathroom.
“You don't have much stuff,” I comment, watching him pull two towels from a cabinet in the bathroom.
“I don't need much stuff,” he replies absentmindedly before draping the towels over the towel rack and moving to the bathtub to turn on the shower. “What temperature do you like the water at?”
“As hot as possible.”
“I'll meet you halfway,” he tells me, adjusting the temperature before standing and peeling off his shirt.
I watch as the muscles in his back flex, a bolt of desire firing off in my core from seeing him shirtless. He turns and comes to me, looking sexy and dominant as he looms over me. He unzips my jacket, and I help him slide it down my shoulders. I feel like putty in his hands as he undresses me, my eyes locked on his. His expression is focused, but I can see hints of affection behind it.
As soon as he unclasps my bra, I step forward and engage him in a kiss, needing his lips against mine, wanting to be held in his strong arms. He
doesn't disappoint, and just feeling our naked skin rubbing together heightens my arousal.
“The water heater here sucks,” he informs me as he breaks free from the kiss, kneeling to undress me the rest of the way.
“So sexy,” I tease, running my fingers through his hair.
He glances up at me. “Well, I'm assuming that if you like scalding hot showers, then you probably hate cold showers.”
“Fair.” I nod, watching him take off the rest of his clothes before he holds the shower curtain open for me to step in.
As soon as we're both under the spray of the showerhead, he squeezes some body wash onto a washcloth and begins sudsing me up. It's pampering that I wasn't expecting, and I eat it up, lavishing in the feel of the cloth rubbing gently over my skin. Every time I open my eyes and look at Kit, my mind goes straight into the gutter. I feel greedy, wanting more of him. I want him to fuck me in the shower. I want us to bathe each other—to get clean and then get dirty again—to do it on repeat until my legs are trembling and I feel like I can't walk.
It's not to be, though. His hands don't linger on my erogenous zones. He's set to a purpose—and that purpose is to get me clean. My body buzzes with want for more of his touch. It's relaxing torture.
Once he finishes washing me and shampooing my hair, he starts on himself.
I snatch the washcloth from his hand. “My turn to do you,” I insist.
He acquiesces, allowing me to show him some of the same pampering that he showed me. It's not long before the already lukewarm water begins to run cold. He wasn't kidding about the water heater sucking.
“Getting a little too cold for you?” he chuckles.
“You should really tell them to fix that.” I step to the side so that the icy water isn't beating down on my back.
“You should go dry off. I can finish up here.” He nods towards the shower curtain, taking the washcloth from me.
“Now I feel bad.” I frown. “I used all of your hot water on me.”
