The Stories We Whisper at Night

by Sky Corgan

  “Do you want me to kiss you here?” I slip my fingers into her panties, dragging them back and forth along her skin.

  She nods at me.

  I pull her panties aside, getting a good look at her peachy cunt. All mine, I think, fighting the urge to smirk.

  “Do you want me to taste it?” I blow a warm breath across her folds.

  “Mhm. Please. Please, Kit. Kiss me there.” Ivy writhes on the bed.

  I can't fucking resist, especially when she's looking at me so desperately, her bottom lip jutting out slightly, her fingertips playing over one of her nipples. I think I might die if I don't fuck her.

  I stick my tongue out as far as it will go and lick her slowly from hole to clit, her cream gathering on the flat before I swallow it down. I make sure to lick her clean, my lips circling around her erect nub every time I make it to the top of her V. She moans, sliding her fingers into my hair.

  I take my time, licking and savoring. The goddess beneath me deserves the utmost care. Just being between her legs like this has me so turned on that I can't help but touch myself as I eat her pussy, my hand going to my cock to grip and stoke while my tongue works back and forth over her clit until she's all moans.

  I close my eyes and dig in, burying my face in her pussy and pressing my lips around her core, vibrating my tongue over it until she reaches the summit of pleasure. Her hips buck as she comes all over my face, the sounds erupting from her throat causing my cock to jerk and drip seed over the side of my hand.

  “Yeah, baby. Come for me. Just like that,” I tell her before going back down to taste the rest of her orgasm.

  She rests her foot between my shoulder blades as her body relaxes beneath me. But I'm not done with her yet. I pull her underwear from her body, clutching her waist again to turn her over. Ivy giggles at me, coming up onto all fours.

  “Your pussy looks so gorgeous like this.” I get a nice good view of her pink folds. A blush covers her cheeks, and she bites her bottom lip. I lean in to kiss her ass before moving over to tongue her pucker.

  “Kit, that's so dirty.” She tenses, trying to pull away from me, but I grab her ass, keeping her still. When my gaze meets hers, she relents. I demand nothing less than her obedience right now, and she seems more than willing to give it. Willing to try new things with me, even if they make her uncomfortable. That thought turns me on immensely. I want to show her all the pleasures of the world, but she has to trust me first.

  My tongue dips into the tight ring of muscles, my fingers sliding down to spread her pussy lips. Just thinking that I'm going to be inside of her soon has my testosterone surging. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.

  No. I can't wait anymore. I need to claim her cunt.

  I straighten, kneeling behind her and grabbing the base of my shaft to angle myself. She rolls her hips back towards me, obviously wanting the same. I press my glans between her soft folds. My cock feels like steel beneath my palm, pushing hard against her entryway. A tiny gasp escapes her lips as I crest her opening, feeding her one hard inch at a time. Ivy pushes back the rest of the way, swallowing me whole, more eager than I could have imagined.

  “Jesus Christ, Ivy.” I feel the tensing of my muscles as her desire for me pushes me toward the edge. It's amazing how quickly she can get me there. Makes me feel like a teenager all over again. “Your pussy is so fucking wet.” I savor the feel of her juicy snatch wrapped around my cock.

  “Oh, yes. Yes. Yes!” She groans as her cunt bounces on my dick. She's topping from the bottom and doing a damn good job of it. Giving me more of that pampering she talked about. Watching my cock glide in and out of her as her plump cheeks slap against me is Heaven on Earth. To think I would have missed out on this if I had killed myself. What a fucking idiot I've been.

  I clutch onto her ass and take control, pumping into her hard. The sound of slapping fills the room as skin hits skin. Ivy partially drowns it out with her pleasure cries.

  “I'm going to come,” she warns me, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice.

  I suck in a breath between clenched teeth, pushing through her contractions as I feel my body about to give way. I can't hold on anymore. I need to fill her with my seed. Need to put a baby inside of her to tether her to me for life.

  I lean over her, wrapping my arms around her and pounding into her until I'm worried her tiny body will break. My teeth sink into her shoulder, and a guttural roar leaves me as my balls tighten and start spilling into her.

  “Oh my God. Oh, Kit. Fuck, your cock feels so good,” she whimpers, pushing her hips back, her pussy sucking me in as my dick swells and spurts.

  “Take it all,” I growl. “Your pussy better not spill a fucking drop.” I hold her so tightly against me that there's no room for my come to go anywhere but in her womb.

  “It's so big. So hot. So much.” She rests her head on the pillow, her ass still up in the air, soaking me in.

  “Yeah. Take that dick like a good girl.” I finally release my grip on her, but only so I can thrust a few more times, pushing my semen deep into her.

  She bites the pillow, rolling back against me a final time before her body goes lax. I watch her with a satisfied grin, staying inside of her until I know I have nothing left. When I finally pull out, a glistening trail follows. Part of me wants to use my fingers to shove it back in, but I'm too exhausted. She's probably well bred by now anyway between this time and the others we've had sex.

  I flop down onto the bed beside her, pulling her into my arms. Ivy giggles, nuzzling her head against my chest. Her little hand reaches for mine, entwining our fingers. I stare down at the bare ring finger on her left hand. For the first time in the past two years, there's something I want more than to die.

  “Marry me,” I say as abruptly as the thought comes to my mind.

  “What?” She looks up at me with glassy eyes, basking in the afterglow of our coupling.

  I take her hand in mine, gently massaging her ring finger. “Would you like to go shopping for the ring together or would you rather it be a surprise?”

  Ivy blinks at me a few times. “You're serious?”

  “Dead serious.” My expression should tell her all she needs to know.

  A contented smile crosses her lips that eases the tension in my heart from her momentary uncertainty. “Hmm.” She gazes up at the ceiling. “I've never really thought about what I'd want my wedding ring to be like.”

  “Well, you better start thinking about it.” I pull her to me and kiss her on the temple.

  “You're assuming I'm going to say yes.” She cocks an eyebrow at me.

  “I told you in the cabin that you're mine now,” I tell her with all the confidence I can muster.

  “Such a caveman.” She playfully slaps my chest.

  “You like it.” I grab her hand, drawing it up to my lips to kiss her fingertips.

  “I do,” she admits.

  “We could go buy it today.” I glance over at her, eager.

  “Just earlier you were trying to get rid of me, and now you want to marry me. How does that work out exactly?” Her words sting, but I know she means it as a joke.

  “I was an idiot.”

  “Yes, you were.” She sits up, and I instantly feel the loss of her.

  “Please forgive me,” I beg. “I promise I'll never do anything like that again.”

  “You better not.” She frowns, hugging herself. “That really hurt, you know.”

  “I know.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her again. Just the thought of being without her pains me. “Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” I kiss her shoulder.

  “Well.” She cranes her head to the side, sounding hesitant. But then she looks at me and grins. “Okay.”

  “So that's a yes?” I beam.

  “That's a yes. But only if,” she holds up a finger to stop me from kissing her, “Only if you promise to start pulling out. I don't want to be getting pregnant before I start college.”

  “Wh
y not?” I pull her tightly against me, nuzzling my face into her hair and inhaling her intoxicating scent. “I want a family with you.”

  “I want a family with you, too. Eventually. Not yet.” She leans back.

  “You could still go to college if we had a baby.”

  “You seem to really want a baby.” She raises an eyebrow at me. “Am I not enough for you? Do you need another reason to live besides me?”

  It hurts that she'd even say that. “You know that's not it. I just want...” I pause, “more of you. Something that's both you and me.”

  She smiles at that. “You're very sweet. We'll see about the baby. Lord knows I might already be pregnant from all of the unprotected sex we've had.” Her hand goes to her belly as if she can already feel our child growing inside.

  THE END.

  The Virgin Dating Game

  SKY CORGAN

  CHAPTER ONE

  ADORE

  I do not want to be known as the thirty-year-old virgin, but I'm quickly getting there.

  It's not like I haven't had any chance to lose my V card. There was this one guy right after high school that I dated who tried to get in my pants. Another guy I worked with at a gas station shortly before I started college. I even brought home a hot one-night stand from a club only to change my mind at the last minute.

  For most of my teenage and young adult life, I felt like losing my virginity should be something special—that I should wait for the right man. And while I still want it to be epic, I'm done waiting. Mr. Right hasn't come along yet, and if I wait much longer, I'm going to end up a sexless spinster.

  Tonight is The SX Club's annual Virgin Dating Game night. I signed up for their newsletter a long time ago when my friend and her boyfriend started going but have yet to attend. They've invited me numerous times, but the thought of showing up single is daunting. The vast majority of the year, it's a swingers club. Once a month, they have a themed night. Nothing they've ever had going on has piqued my interest until now.

  “How do I look?” I twirl in front of Tanika in my silky red slip-dress. It's more lingerie than clubwear. Not appropriate for most places but perfect for a members' only sex club where they encourage women to show up in as little as possible.

  “Like sex on heels.” She sits on my bed, watching me with a smile.

  I know that below her trench coat she's wearing something far more scandalous than I am. Her boyfriend will be joining us when he gets off from work. They almost never miss a Saturday at The SX Club.

  “I just hope I can walk in these things.” I glance down at the red stilettos I'm wearing, something I pulled from the dark depths of my closet that haven't seen the light of day since I bought them when I thought I wanted to get back into clubbing. My feet haven't been tortured by high heels in a good three years. As it is, I feel wobbly in the shoes. Not quite confident, but they make my calves look sexy as hell.

  “I'll catch you if you fall.” Tanika winks at me.

  “Hopefully, a handsome guy catches me if I fall.” I fret with my long brown hair in the mirror. I straightened it for the occasion, but I can tell it's already trying to curl.

  “You never know who you'll meet at The SX Club.”

  She sounds more hopeful than I feel. I can still remember her description of the members the first time I asked about the club. Mostly older couples. Themed nights bring in a different crowd, though. She told me that there is more of a mix at their BDSM events. She hasn't been to their Virgin Dating Game night yet. And why would she? She hasn't been a virgin since she was a teenager, and she never went to The SX Club before she started dating Gilbert six months ago.

  “I'm probably going to be the oldest virgin there.” I stare at myself in the mirror, feeling a bit embarrassed.

  “Pfft.” Tanika rolls her eyes. “You're probably going to be the only virgin there.”

  “Really?” I turn to her. To be honest, I had half expected that people would lie about it. It's not like they're giving physicals at the door to make sure you're intact.

  “You know that place is mostly about roleplay.”

  “Well, I guess whoever ends up with me will win the grand prize.”

  “Of course, they will.” She jumps up, her brown curls bobbing. “You'd be the grand prize anywhere we went.” Tanika hooks her arm around me.

  “I think you're just biased.” I cock my head to the side and smirk.

  “Maybe. Are you ready?” She watches me grab my purse.

  “As ready as I'm going to be.” I take a deep breath, picking up my keys from my dresser and heading towards the door.

  We drive half an hour to the club. It's situated in the middle of a strip center in a less savory part of town. The sign on the building is small and doesn't even have a light. If not for Tanika telling me where to pull in, I probably would have passed it.

  The only indication that it's a club is the line out the door. We park and file in behind a couple at the end. The guy is dressed in street clothes. The girl is in her underwear and a tank top. I instinctively glance around for police, wondering if she'd get a citation for indecency if she were seen. I have a feeling that cops probably don't bother much with this place.

  The line moves at a snail's pace. When we finally get to the front, I have to fill out paperwork before I'm able to pay for my membership and am let into the club. I take a few steps inside and then wait for Tanika to lead the way.

  “Are you nervous?” she asks as we head towards the bar.

  “Not really.” I'm honestly a lot more relaxed seeing how casually everyone is dressed. I wasn't sure what to expect, though I did imagine a lot more fetish wear.

  “What do you want for mixers?” Tanika pulls a bottle of Crown Royal from her purse. The club is BYOB, but the bar provides mixers for a small fee.

  “Coke,” I tell her, scanning the room for The Virgin Dating Game registration table.

  “Like anything you see so far?”

  The bartender sets two cups full of ice on the bar with two cans of soda. Tanika gets to work mixing our drinks. I need the liquid courage, but I don't want to get too buzzed. Otherwise, I might make a poor judgment call.

  I frown at the incredibly small selection of single guys. There are more women here than men. It's going to be slim pickings. Most likely, I got all dressed up for nothing.

  “The night is young,” I reply, trying to sound hopeful.

  “Let me give you the grand tour and then we'll get you registered.” She puts the bottle of Crown back in her purse before handing me my drink.

  “Maybe I should get registered first.” I think of the last time I checked the time. The event is going to start soon. Missing it would defeat the purpose of coming here, not that I'm expecting much anymore.

  “Alright.”

  I sip my drink as she leads the way. I'm glad she knows where she's going because I'm lost. There are several tables set up around the room, most of which are selling sex toys and lingerie.

  Tanika leads me to a table in front of a door that people keep walking in and out of. There's a staff member standing outside making sure that people don't carry their drinks in.

  “Hiya, Ashley,” Tanika greets the woman at the registration desk in her normal chipper voice. “I've brought a virgin for you.”

  “A real virgin?” Ashley eyes me suspiciously. My cheeks instantly flame.

  “Bonafide.” Tanika nods.

  “Well, I'll be.” Her surprise seems genuine. “You looking to lose that cherry tonight?” she addresses me.

  “If all goes well,” I reply nervously. The way she says it so casually makes me wonder if this is such a good idea after all. Any man I end up with tonight has probably slept with half of the women in the club. Do I really want to lose my virginity to someone like that?

  Stop. You're going to talk yourself out of it. This is what you came here for. Besides, you can walk away at any time. It's not like you actually have to go through with it. I give myself a little pep talk.
/>   “Alright. Well then, just write your name down on this sheet of paper and pin your number to your dress strap. In a few minutes, we'll get you seated. This is going to work a lot like speed dating. We're going to sit you down at a table, and you'll have a chance to speak to each gentleman who signed up for five minutes. They'll be wearing numbers, too. Should you meet one that you like, or even a few that you like, remember what number they're wearing. At the end of the speed dating session, you'll write down the numbers you're interested in on your card.” She slides a blank index card over to me. It has my number written on top and circled. “If one of the men submits your number to us, it's a match. You'll be set up in one of the voyeurism rooms, and let the fun begin!” She makes it sound like the most exciting thing in the world.

  It feels like my stomach is full of marbles rolling around in a nervous frenzy. This is getting more real by the moment.

  “Sounds great,” I choke out, scrawling my name on the sheet of paper next to my number.

  “Awesome.” Ashley stands to help me pin my number onto my dress. “Now, let the game begin!”

  CHAPTER TWO

  KELLAN

  I sit in the parking lot of The SX Club waiting for my friend Rodney to show up. This was his idea, and the asshole is late. I'm half-tempted to leave.

  I watch the line of people slowly filing into the building. Scantily clad women and their dates. Rodney has told me that the people who come here are normal, but to be honest, I'd be more worried about picking up an STD from this place than a good time. Being a medical professional, I know how rampant herpes is in this town.

  My body is my temple, and unlike most guys my age, I'm not really into playing hit and run. I like to know where a girl's been before I stick my dick in her. Why Rodney thinks I could meet a girl here, of all places, is beyond me. It's supposedly virgin night or something stupid like that. But I'm pretty sure that a lot of the women in the club have seen more dicks than I have. It's not like you can prove female virginity anyway.