by Shey Stahl
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” Stroking me once, twice, and then he pulled away just as quickly. Slowly he brought his fingers to his mouth and then sucked on them.
Damn. Just… damn.
“Can’t hide much from you, can I?”
“We’re even.” His voice was lower, crackling as he spoke. “I know you felt me earlier today.”
Breathing slow and easy, I was trying not to give myself away too soon. He didn’t need to know how bad I wanted him. Nope. He had enough going for him. I needed at least one advantage over him.
Too bad my pussy was already desperately needing to be friends with him when she saw him in the shower. Bitch gave it all away.
A sudden chill wrecked me. I wanted him. Badly. And I couldn’t fight it anymore. It wrenched through my body when he kissed me again.
I smacked at his chest. “I’m being fucking serious right now. Fuck me. Right now.”
I was about to rip his shorts off of him when I felt him start to pull away. I grabbed onto his concrete shoulders to make him stay, rocking my hips against his.
“I’ll be right back.”
I nodded, almost frantic and let go of him. Yes. Finally!
As I laid there in the ring, naked, staring at the ceiling, I started to imagine what if someone walked down here right now?
Destry was gone all but a minute and returned with a condom, but his shorts were still on.
I sat up on my elbows, eyeing him from head to toe. “Are you kidding me? Take those goddamn things off.”
He smirked, again, as he ducked down under the ropes. He came closer to where I was in the middle of the ring, and started to remove his shorts but stopped leaving them hanging dangerously low on his hips so I could see the light dusting of hair and those hard ripped muscles of his stomach. And, oh, that perfect V that makes women crazy. He also had those veins popping out near his hip bones that I found so sexy on men. Damn.
My eyes then cut back to the sharp V that formed leading to where I so desperately wanted to see up close and not blinded by steam and water.
Come to me, baby.
He dropped the condom on the floor beside my hip. He wasn’t moving so I got the idea that he wanted me to remove his shorts. Was he waiting for me to do it?
I took the wink he gave me as the go ahead and got on my knees in front of him. Slowly, I pulled his shorts down to his feet and then ran my hands up his long lean legs until I reached the top. Without looking at the dick in my face, saving the prize for last. I gave Destry a smile and then my eyes drifted south.
Yep. Cock model material. I knew it.
Hard, smooth, bare, perfect size, no weird kinks or bends. Just absolutely stunning.
My mouth was jealous, so I let her play. Destry knew what I was about to do and moved his hands from my shoulders to wrap around my head, once again cradling my head. When my tongue tentatively touched the head, he gasped.
I love it when men have visible reactions. It gave me the self-confidence I needed right then.
Slowly, I let my mouth glide from the tip, to base. He smelled so good, clean, like soap and laundry sheets.
When I had him all the way in my mouth, his hands gripped my hair so tightly I thought he ripped some hair out. It was clear nothing about Destry was gentle, aside from his lips. I’m not sure he knows how to be. And I’m okay with that. He warned me of that. I’m counting on it.
His hips moved on their own will, it seemed, his hands guiding my mouth over his hardness rougher than I would have expected. I gagged a few times but held my own.
He gasped. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You,” I moaned not wanting to take his dick from my mouth. I was that attached to him. “I want you, right now.”
With a yank, he pulled my hair angling my head back to look at him. “How bad?”
Again, I moaned around his dick. “So bad…”
Destry couldn’t wait after that, he moved me back, the sound of my mouth leaving his dick made a popping sound. He pushed back on my shoulders so I was laid flat on the ring. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he whispered. “I need to be. I have to be.” His words left me blushing, skin on fire. “I can’t take it any longer.”
Dropping to his knees, he reached for the condom, eyes on mine, watching, waiting for me to say anything. I didn’t say a word so his body came in line with mine. The weight of his strong naked body on mine took the breath straight from my lungs for a moment.
Yes. Finally!
His hands fumbled with the package before he ripped it open with his teeth. The package falls away as he took the condom in his left hand between his fingers. Rising up slightly, he looked down to put the condom on. When he finished, he looked up at me, waiting. The desire between us was mutual, a need that could only be met by this.
His slick chest slid against mine, the sensation made me shiver as his body came in line with mine again. I could feel him at my entrance, his weight leaned to the right as his left hand moved between us. He took a firm grasp on himself and moved his dick back and forth against my entrance and clit. I arched into him, the friction making me gasp, my breasts pressing into him. He took that moment to kiss across my heated skin, wet kisses that left a cool sensation in their wake.
Then, with no hesitation, he pushed forward, his hard length fully sheathed inside me for the first time.
“Oh God,” I whisper, knowing there’s no turning back now.
“Jesus baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” Destry let out a groan, his body shaking.
I wanted to say something right then, remind him how long it’d been, but I didn’t. I don’t think I could actually speak.
His left hand moved and slammed against the floor beside my head, his lips traveling from my chest to my lips again. I gladly welcomed his mouth back.
When he entered me, my God was it good. A warm tingling sensation took over. His hips twitched, his body shuttering with relief of finally being inside, as if it had been a while for him too, his grip on me slipping slightly as he tried to gain control. He seemed like he wanted to, he could come at any second.
Some guys starts out slow during sex, ease into things. Others go crazy, jack rabbit the shit out of you and have your boobs bouncing so much that they are beating the shit out of your chin.
Not Destry. He fucked.
It wasn’t necessarily fast, just hard, deliberate movements. Moving inside of me, skin slapping skin, eyes boring into mine, it was clear. He was fucking me. Destry Stone was fucking me. There was some aggression there. So forceful it was damn near painful but it was so good I looked past the pain.
He was right, pain could be pleasurable. I would have never known that. This was so completely different from any other sexual experience I had.
With Silas, we were young and didn’t know anything.
With Jared, it was awkward. We were too good of friends and I think that ruined it for us.
Now with Destry, this wasn’t either of those. He was a man. Even for only being twenty-four, he had that man quality to him. I didn’t love Destry. Wasn’t even sure I liked the guy. That allowed me to feel so much more in that moment. He wasn’t asking if I wanted to, he knew the answer. My body had been telling him from the beginning the answer to that question.
And he wasn’t waiting for me to make a move. I enjoyed that. He was very much like his fighting style. First move, all in. He didn’t wait, he wasn’t patient and if he saw a weakness, he reacted.
There was no hesitation on my part either. Once he kissed me it was as if my clothes peeled themselves away. I wasn’t self-conscious like I thought I would be either. No. I was just horny.
It’d been way too long.
Destry didn’t say much, words weren’t really needed. He certainly knew what he was doing and damn if I didn’t think Stella was the stupidest bitch around for letting him get away, purely on a sexual scale. I don’t care how fucked up the guy was. If he could fuck like Destry, you tolerate the bullshit.
My hips grinded against his, desperate for what had been hanging in the air tonight. Release. My body was so close to the edge I could see the cliff and willingly wanted to jump.
Destry was probably the hardest person to read. I never thought I’d get a good understanding of him. Right now was completely different. The craving, the want, the desire, whatever, it’s clear right then he wanted what we were doing. For someone who was so hard to judge, I could tell he wanted this as badly as I did.
After a while, the longer he moved, my body was screaming for him and he knew it. A teasing smile presented itself as he watched me. When he pulled out, he aggressively slammed back inside me, groaning as his head fell back.
I was at a loss for words at the sensations that shot through me, his forehead pressed against mine.
Every other time I’ve had sex has been very different from this.
Then there was Weston. A dude I met at a bar my senior year in college. He wanted me to stick my finger up his ass. I never called him back. Even went so far as to have Jared lie to him and convince him I died in a car accident.
There were others and honestly, I don’t remember much about them. Just that for me, sex had never been something where I got it right the first time.
That changed when I had sex with Destry Stone. He was amazing. My pussy had for sure found her soul mate.
Part of me wondered if this was going to be quick. I wanted this to last all night. Probably because I didn’t know if it would ever happen again with Destry. I hoped this wasn’t simply an itch that Destry needed to scratch.
He began to move a little faster. He had endurance that’s for sure.
My entire body burst into flames, it didn’t need much stimulation down there but with the way this man moved, the way those powerful hips rubbed over my happy spot, damn, he could knock a bitch off quick. Within the first five minutes, my first orgasm exploded through my body, my nails digging into his shoulders.
For a moment, his thrusts that kept moving me across the ring, with my ass sliding on the floor only to have him wrap his hands up and under my shoulders, lost their rhythm and became erratic, but then he slowed, just for a second.
“Fuck, you came, didn’t you? I can feel you.” He muttered lowly, moving his lips to mine.
He kissed me slowly, but then the passion built and his movements and kisses became almost frantic.
“Yeah… ”
I watched his muscles flex with each thrust. He fucked like he acted. With hate. But I loved it because I didn’t feel like he hated me in those moments. I felt like he couldn’t get enough of me. Especially with a groan that left his lips and the way one hand squeezed my neck and then the other gripped the flesh of my ass.
His head twisted, his teeth on my neck. “Fuck…” he grunted, letting out a guttural groan, teeth sinking into my skin, pleasure was most definitely painful, his body shaking, rocking against me. That’s when I felt him pulsing, he was coming inside me but yet, he wasn’t stopping. Clasping my hands around his neck, I could feel him still twitching when he continued his thrusts but slowed, just slightly. He came but in no way was he done. Pulling away, he ripped the condom off and then put the second on one I didn’t know he’d brought with him.
His body found mine again, his wet lips moved against my neck. “One more, please…” as if he had to ask. “I can’t stop.”
I’d fuck this guy for days. No lie.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He wasn’t asking, he wasn’t asking, he was demanding. “I wanna see that ass I’ve been staring at for weeks.”
I’d been hiding that ass for weeks from his line of vision but still I did as he said, practically on command. I had absolutely no complaints. My palms slapping against the floor when he gave me a light push on my shoulders. I raised an eyebrow at him, smiling, only to have him give me a dark playful look. You know what, if he wanted to dominate me, I was all for that.
On my hands and knees in the ring, Destry placed one hand on my hips and then the other tangled in my hair. When he pressed forward, his left hand tugged on my hair pulling my body into his.
I only wished I could have seen him. I kinda felt like I was missing out since I couldn’t see his face. He started out slow, grinding deep into me.
I loved this position. Each time he drove into me pushed me closer to the edge. Immediately I felt the burn and the building in the pit of my stomach. The rise came fast, that tingling in my gut and then the rush of hotness from my feet to my upper thighs as it flooded my body with endorphins. I screamed out, arching my back and then reaching behind me to grip the cheeks of my ass. Destry moved his hands from my hips to my hands and held them together in his right hand, his left pulling my hair.
After what seemed like twenty minutes, the best twenty minutes I’d ever spent with my face pressed into the canvas, he increased his pace slightly. “Is this what you wanted, Tallan? You wanted me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” My words were ripped from my throat when he pounded into me. I could barely get the words out, he was driving into me so deep and powerful that it hurt but I didn’t want him to stop.
He notice and growled, “Take it. You wanted it, take it.”
I worked my hips into his movements, enjoying every last sensation of that amazing orgasm when he pushed deeper seeming to enjoy that.
He let go of my hands just slightly when his hips moved faster and then he pushed down on my ass, slamming into me three more times. I turned my head slightly to see him come for a second time only his head was thrown back as he groaned. I felt him swell, every muscle tensed in his body, jaw clenched and then he jerked forward once more. Our eyes met then, his expression dark, hiding emotions I knew he didn’t want me seeing. I’d give anything to know his thoughts right then.
When he pulled out, my body was shaking so badly I wouldn’t be able to stand there. Good thing I was face down on the ring, my hands behind my back still in his iron grasp.
I’d been fucked for sure.
Face down, ass in the air, I was one: sore all over, and two: shaking from how I felt not having the scorching heat of his body pressed against mine.
A barnburner is a very good fight. One that is very intense and exciting, a real nail-biter. A fight that is so close it's hard to predict who will come out the winner until seconds before it ends.
“Oh God, you had sex with him, didn’t you?”
I nodded. There was no sense lying to Jared. He knew my afterglow. Sadly. There was no sense denying it. I didn’t want to either. It was one of those nights I wanted to shout about from the roof tops.
He smiled and I wanted to punch him. He had this dirty grin that was actually kind of cute. And comical.
“Were you drunk?”
“Yep.” I held an ice bag to my head, a bottle of water in my other hand.
An even wider smile formed. “Did you ask him if he wanted to go to a clam bake like you did to me?”
“No.” I sighed getting ready to admit what I did last night. “But I tried to wrestle him and then punched him in the face.”
Jared apparently thought this was the most amusing thing he’d ever heard.
“What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know. But that was the best sex of my life.”
Jared, in a dramatic gesture, flopped his arms up in the air and then sighed. “You’ve crushed my soul!”
I reached over and patted his head, more concerned with my current situation then Jared’s ego.
This was so far out of my realm. Sure I’ve had one night stands before but never thought about them the next day. With Destry, his touch, that roughness, his eyes, the words he said, they were never far from my mind that morning.
I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do. But I had two days to think about it. My workouts were on hiatus until Thursday.
What was I doing though? Here I hired this guy, decided to write a story on him, without his knowledge, and now I was having sex with him. Or ha
d sex with him. And now I’m really hoping that it happens again. The thought of never experiencing what we shared, again, was actually starting to depress me. But I can’t be that girl. Could I? The one who slept with some random person one night and the next night was with someone else. Sure, I was horny, and yes, Destry was fan-fucking-tastic in the ring…in more ways than one…but knowing how different the sex was with Destry versus what I vaguely remember of the intimate moments five years ago that I’d shared with Silas, well, there was no comparison.
What was I doing? What was I going to do now that we’d done the deed? Was Destry expecting more from me? Was I just something he needed to get out of his system?
I’m so confused. Can I continue training with Destry with both of us knowing my final destination, where this would end? I can’t not meet Silas. That part of me that he hurt so long ago wants to see if what we had even meant anything to him. But can I walk away from Destry…to meet Silas?
I’m impatient. Very impatient. When I have something to do that I’m looking forward to, I want to fast forward time. Ever since Silas called, I wanted to do just that.
Until I had sex with Destry. Now it seemed I didn’t want the time to go by faster anymore. I wanted to stop it and figure out what was happening. And have sex with him again. Maybe a few times.
I didn’t work out Tuesday and Wednesday, and after that night drinking, and being with Destry, I needed that break more than ever. I never heard from him other than a text telling me to meet him at the bar at 7pm on Thursday. I wanted to reply to the text and say so much, cheesy shit like “Best night of my life!” but I also didn’t want to appear too eager. I had to play this cool. I didn’t want to be clingy. I needed to up my game and practice that indifference Destry was so good at.
When I met him at the bar on Thursday night, I was both nervous and excited to see him.
My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking as I walked down the stairs, the heavy black metal door squeaking as I pushed it open. My eyes remained on the concrete floor watching my steps, knowing he was down here. I was afraid to look. Flashes of our last night here swarmed around in my head. The way his hands felt over my body, the tender way he kissed me, the roughness of his touch, everything about that night was so much more than I expected it to be.
