by Bethany Kane
He was so beautiful that she looked up at him, blinking in the dappled sunlight. She smiled. His eyelids narrowed on her face. His expression went grim before he tightened his hold on her ponytail and lifted his cock to her mouth. She moaned around his flesh as he slid it along her tongue.
“How can you look at me like that?” he muttered. “You make me burn, Katie.”
She was vaguely confused by his accusation until she realized he’d meant her look had been what burned him. If the state of his cock was any indication of his meaning, he’d meant her smile had aroused him. She wanted to show him how much he aroused her, in turn. She made a study of the succulent head with a pressing, stiff tongue. He made a sound of protest when she sucked and popped him out of her mouth at once. His hand tensed at the back of her head. Rill wasn’t one to be polite about what he wanted, and she knew that was a good, strong suck, but she had other plans first.
She lifted the shaft of his cock and licked from where he poked out of the cotton all the way to the tip. A ripple of pleasure went through him. Katie sensed his eyes on her as she coaxed those tiny tremors out of him again and again by wetting his cock with her tongue. When he glistened with moisture, and she’d paused to examine a blue, pulsing vein with the tip of her tongue, Rill growled, low and deep, from above her. She hoped it was a warning. He tugged slightly on her ponytail and she lifted her head, blinking in the sunlight.
“Suck,” he demanded.
Katie complied happily. She took him as deep as she could on her first draw and put her hand beneath her lips. He moved closer between her spread thighs. She set a brisk pace, bobbing her head over him, jacking the few inches at the base with her hand. From the sounds of Rill’s grunts of pleasure, the pace and pressure were working for him. Sunlight warmed her closed eyelids. A bird twittered above her, the song striking her as sweet and refreshing in her overheated state. She entered a sublime, focused moment, her awareness utterly on the sensation of Rill’s straining flesh filling her mouth and stretching her clamped lips. The scents of musk and aroused male filled her nose. With every pass of his cock, she worked him deeper and deeper. Her hunger mounted.
Rill cursed from above her. She paused with his cock sunk to midstaff in her mouth. She blinked open her eyelids heavily. He looked down at her with a blazing stare.
“Drop your hand,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. Katie reluctantly dropped her hand, still staring up at him, her lips still stretched wide around his cock. “Put both of your hands in your lap,” he insisted. Her brow wrinkled slightly in confusion, but she did what he asked. He glanced down to her lap. His lips twitched with amusement, but his eyes flashed with heat. She realized she’d placed both her palms faceup in her lap and wondered why that had both amused and aroused him.
His expression grew grim and determined once again, but his hands were gentle enough when he placed them on either side of her head. He held her steady and began to flex his hips, fucking her mouth with several inches of his cock. It was a little intimidating to give him control over such a delicate procedure. But she trusted Rill, and she thought he realized that as he pinned her with his stare and began to thrust into her more forcefully. It excited her, this surrender of control. She could tell by Rill’s intensity and the swelling of his cock that it excited him, as well.
She sucked him as he thrust for all he was worth. Her lips and jaw began to ache, but she didn’t care. Her hunger didn’t dissipate. It grew. Maybe Rill saw the wild excitement in her eyes because his mouth twisted into an anguished snarl.
“I want you to take it all,” he rasped.
Liquid heat seeped from her pussy. Her clit tingled with excitement. When he plunged his cock into her mouth this time, she lifted her chin slightly in his hold and sucked him strongly. The tip of his cock brushed her throat, causing her to flinch, but then he was withdrawing. His cock filled her mouth again. This time the tip entered the opening in her throat. She stilled her gag reflex with effort and drew air in through her nose. Her eyes watered. She opened them into slits. She saw only two inches of unattended shaft beneath her lips. She strained against his hand, but he let out a loud grunt and withdrew with a harsh moan. Her throat ached now along with her lips and jaw, but it was a low-grade pain that added to her excitement.
She felt alive, thrilled . . . downright raunchy, in fact. She’d never experienced anything like Rill’s demanding, dominant nature. Since she’d never known sexual domination in such a focused form, she’d never known how aroused she’d become at the idea of succumbing to it.
“Are you that hungry for it, baby?” She heard the wonder and the thick lust in his tone.
She looked up at him and nodded as she treated the head of his cock to a hard polishing with her tongue. She could see his chest moving up and down rapidly beneath his T-shirt as he breathed.
“Put your hands behind you on the rock,” Rill directed. “Lean back a little bit. That’s right.” She’d placed her hands behind her on the moss-covered rock. It felt cool beneath her heated flesh. Rill leaned down over her. He lifted his right hiking boot and placed it on the rock. He sunk his cock into her mouth several inches.
Her eyes went wide. He still held her head in his hands. His foot on the rock gave him the leverage he needed to thrust at a slightly downward angle. He must have read her mind.
“Shhhh, I’m not going to let you come to harm, Katie. Just push back with your head if you want me to stop,” he said, his gravelly voice resounding from above her. She couldn’t meet his gaze in this strange new position. She nodded once in agreement, knowing he’d feel it since he held her head in his hands and his cock was lodged in her mouth. It was intimidating. He was partially crouched over her, his leg bracing him off the rock, his hands holding her head up to his cock. Her hands braced the weight of her upper body.
She was completely at his mercy.
“It’s okay,” he whispered gruffly. “I’ve got you. Just try and relax. Ahhh, Jaysus,” he mumbled after he began to plunge his cock in and out of her mouth. The leg he used to brace himself flexed as he made free with her. The whole experience felt more intense at the downward angle, more imperative.
“Let me in, Katie,” he rasped after a moment.
She breathed through her nose. His cock squeezed into her throat. Tears leaked out of her eyelids, but she experienced pure triumph when her lips touched the fabric of his boxers. A shout ripped out of his lungs. She groaned helplessly at the sensation of his cock swelling. She resisted a wild urge to pull back. His cock began to spasm. He roared and she knew he was coming. Her entire world became the sensation of his hot, teeming cock in her mouth . . . down her throat.
He unblocked her throat after a moment, shooting more semen on her tongue, gasping and cursing. Katie sucked his cock while he continued to climax, eagerly lapping up his emissions.
At first, she thought he’d ejaculated less than he had before until she realized he’d shot the majority into her throat. It reminded her of doing a beer bong once in college . . . no need to swallow. The idea both amused and aroused her for some reason. She pushed up with her hands, his cock still in her mouth and irregular spills of semen still pooling on her tongue. When she leaned forward slightly, he dropped his foot from the rock and straightened, letting Katie straighten as well.
She transferred her hands to his hips. She moved her mouth up and down the shaft of his penis, loving the sound of his ragged breathing above her, reveling in the sensation of his softening flesh. Now she took him much easier. Her throat had been desensitized by his demanding possession, and he wasn’t quite as iron hard. She gobbled him up, sliding him into her throat with relative ease, treasuring the little ripples of pleasure she felt in his flesh.
After a moment of this, he called her name in warning at the same moment she felt him swelling again in her mouth.
“Katie, if you keep it up, we’re going to do this again.”
But they already were doing it again, and she thought Rill knew that. S
he continued without pause. Her mouth hurt, and her throat felt raw, but she was a woman possessed. She slid him out of her mouth until her lips surrounded the thick rim at the base of the head. She sucked while moving her head back. He popped out of her mouth like a pressurized cork. The heavy member bounced.
“Now you’ve done it,” he growled from above her. He fisted his cock and brought it back to her mouth. She glanced up and flashed him a quick, mischievous smile. “I ought to turn you over my knee again,” he said, grinning. “But instead, you’re going to finish what you started. It felt so damn good, I can’t help myself. I want to feel it again.”
He pushed his cock between her lips, stretching them.
This time was different, but no less arousing to Katie. He let her suck at him while he watched from above. Every once in a while, he’d talk to her softly.
You have the hottest little mouth.
How come your tongue knows that sweet spot so well?
Aw, God, you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Greedy and so damn beautiful . . .
Yeah, yeah, right there . . . Katie, Jaysus, that’s fucking fantastic.
The gentle wind blew in the trees, and the birds spoke to one another, and Katie listened to Rill’s passionate anthem above her. His pleasure was her gift to him. She celebrated her ability to give it. Once again, she lost herself in the moment. She used her hand as well as her mouth, and soon he was as stiff, swollen and delicious as he had been before.
“No . . . no . . . you don’t have to again, Katie; it’s too much,” he grated out when she sucked him hard, tempting him. When she nodded her head once again, and took him deeper, he groaned. She could almost feel the sharpness of his pleasure like a knife scraping gently against an itch that had plagued for days.
This time when he began to climax, she controlled her instinct. She kept him deep. She never swallowed, but she felt him pouring his warm, fragrant essence into her body. It enlivened her, somehow, nourished her; not just his shooting seed, but the knowledge that she could give herself to something so wholly . . . so unselfishly.
That’d been why she’d sucked him off not once, but twice. It’d been an enlightenment, of sorts.
After she’d squeezed out every drop of come he had to give her with that hot little mouth, she released him slowly. The sensation caused one last shiver of pleasure to course through him. Rill blinked dazedly when he felt her press her forehead against his hip and nuzzle him with her nose. His hand opened, releasing her ponytail. He palmed her head and stroked her scalp with his fingertips. She pressed her mouth beneath the bottom of his T-shirt and kissed the skin above his hip bone. A feeling of tenderness swept through him, the strength of it surprising him. Katie was a natural hedonist when it came to sex, but she was also a born snuggler. It amazed him to realize he not only planned to ravish every square inch of her, but he also wanted to feel her supple body pressed against his in lazy moments, to absorb her warmth . . . to hear her laughter.
Guilt swept through him when he recalled how ruthlessly he’d just treated her. Sure, it’d been a fantasy come true, but it was the type of fantasy Rill kept tightly sealed within him. When he’d been younger, he may have more openly demonstrated his dominant nature with experienced women. For Rill, however, those wild nights in bed with females whose names he’d long ago forgotten were on the same par as the nights of wild partying during his younger years. He’d considered them a thing of his past, youthful peccadilloes, something he’d grown out of when he’d married and taken on the responsibilities of adulthood.
Rill knew he wasn’t like most men, who fantasized about having a constant parade of beautiful, willing women in his bed. He hadn’t wanted that, even though it had been available to him in spades when he’d become a successful film director. If anything, when he’d started taking his career seriously, he’d wanted the opposite of a buffet of easy sex. He’d craved stability. He wanted a smart woman he could respect; a partner with whom he could build a stable, fulfilling life.
Maybe that was just the way of human beings, to always want what they’d never had.
Rill grimaced slightly in self-disgust and puzzlement at the brief thought of treating Eden like he’d just treated Katie. Eden’s and his sex life had been decent. It’d been—sufficient. He’d been attracted to Eden’s elegant beauty, but he’d never burned for her. Rill had wanted it that way. He wanted to treat his wife with respect, not hold her at the mercy of his potentially rabid sexual appetites.
Since Eden had died, his world had been turned upside down. He no longer understood the man who lived in his skin, the man who cared so deeply about Katie, and yet wanted to restrain her while he face fucked her; the man who demanded that she take his cock in her throat while he came in a rush of ecstasy and blinding need.
Rill distantly realized the birds had stopped singing. Perhaps he’d startled them with his harsh shout of anguished release when he’d climaxed. All was still in the forest but the sounds of their soughing breath.
He caressed Katie’s neck and hair in the sylvan silence.
After his breathing had slowed, he put his finger beneath Katie’s chin and lifted. Her head fell back. Her green eyes shone as she stared up at him. Her cheeks were flushed pink and were damp with tears. Golden tendrils of hair curled next to her cheek, escapees from the band she wore at her neck.
He touched her lips gently. They’d grown red and puffy from his forceful possession of her mouth. Regret surged through him. So did sadness, because the experience had been so potently addictive, he was sure to want to do it again . . . and again. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting Katie, and no half measures would do.
“Thank you,” he whispered. Before she had a chance to respond, he touched her swollen lips gently. “Do they hurt?”
She smiled beneath his fingertips. “A little.”
“I won’t kiss you the way I want to, then,” he said before he knelt. Her lips felt warm and soft beneath his kiss. He kept it brief, and he was gentle, but he hoped she felt a small degree of his gratitude in that kiss. She’d given herself so wholly to provide him with ultimate pleasure. He’d taken advantage of her sweetness . . . her generosity ...
. . . the fact that she’d admitted to having a crush on him. He’d take advantage of her again. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. But he wanted Katie to know that it wasn’t just the fact that he was at the lowest point in his life or that he possessed degenerate genes that had made him sacrifice their friendship.
It was her—Katie—who had him spinning in a whirlwind of need.
He lifted his head and straightened, reaching for her hands. He pulled her to a standing position and began to unfasten her jeans.
“Is the rock cold?” he murmured, focused on his task.
“Uh . . . yes,” she responded breathlessly.
“Would you rather stand?”
“Rather stand . . . for what?” she asked as he gripped the waistband of her jeans and lowered them over her round ass. The tiny little thong she wore would hardly have gotten in his way, but he lowered it anyway. It struck him that the air was chilly. He was still warm from multiple, boiling orgasms, but Katie was likely getting cold. He didn’t want to expose her completely to the cool air if he could prevent it.
“While I make you come,” he said as he went to his knees. He grasped her hips and drew her closer, eyeing the triangle of dark gold pubic hair he’d just exposed. He inhaled. A small smile tilted his lips when he caught the delicate, sweet fragrance of her arousal. He glanced up. She looked a little dumbstruck. “You didn’t think I was going to leave you hanging after what you just did for me, did you?”
“I . . . I don’t know. I’m just a little taken aback by your . . . forthrightness, I guess.”
He smiled. Still holding her gaze, he leaned forward and slid his tongue between nectar-sweet labia. He felt her quiver beneath his hands as he gave her clit a firm rubbing. She whimpered softly when he withdrew.
“Jaysus, Katie. Y
ou’re soaking wet,” he rasped in awe, staring up at her. “Did it really turn you on so much? What I just did to you?”
Her puffy lips fell open in surprise. “Yes. Is that bad?”
He winced at the sound of her voice. She sounded like she’d just polished her tonsils with sandpaper.
“Aw, Katie,” he whispered, moved by what she’d said and feeling guilty for the discomfort he’d caused her. He responded in the only way he knew how. He leaned forward and covered her with his mouth, eager to make up for his sins.
Because she stood, and because she wore a pair of tight jeans that he’d shoved just beneath her bottom, it was a tight, delicate maneuver. He’d rather have her legs spread wide for his ravishment, but these circumstances provided their own charms. Her jeans created a restraint at her hips. She could only part her legs an inch or two, so Rill focused exclusively on her external sex. He ran his tongue along her labia, gathering honey, carefully avoiding direct stimulation on her clit at first. She moaned and held on to his head. Her cream was delicious; musky, sweet . . . abundant. He pressed his nose between her labia and nuzzled her clit, drowning for a second in her essence. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
He lifted his head and sent his tongue where his nose had just been. He laved her clit briskly until her fingernails scratched his scalp. The tip of his tongue struck again and again, darting between tender folds, beating against that sensitive morsel of flesh like a metronome.
He heard her cries and felt the sting of her tugging at his hair, but he continued his assault on her senses. He held her buttocks in his hands, not allowing her to stray an inch. She cried out sharply when he turned his head and sucked her clit between the seam of his lips. The darting motions of his tongue resumed against her captive clit. He heard the desperation in her raspy voice as she leaned into him and called his name.
