#1 Crush

by Kaia Bennett

  There was that familiar buzzing between Nicole’s legs. This was all so surreal. One minute she was just Jackie's baby sister, the next she was the girl caught masturbating on his bed. And then somehow she became the girl who had engaged in a no holds barred fuck-a-thon with her number one crush. It was all such an X-rated fairytale.

  Gabriel wrapped his arms around her and pulled her out of her reverie and into his lap. "That's better," he said against her ear.

  She giggled lightly as she leaned back against his chest and lifted her knees. She still hadn't gotten over the rush of him touching her whenever he got the chance. She tended to keep her distance when they weren't fucking, trying not to make him think she was some naïve girl who thought she was his girlfriend now. After this week they wouldn't see each other for some time, and she understood the main reason he was interested in her was strictly sexual.

  It still shocked her when his hands ran over her skin for no reason at all, or when they were talking and he pulled her towards him so that he could enfold her in his arms. There was a warmth to his touch, and a familiarity, as if it were just a more intense version of the way he had always touched her when they were just friends. He had always been kind and easygoing around other people, as if he were transferring kindness through his hands. Now his touch was laced with sensuality and the promise of more, and she had to suppress the urge to giggle uncontrollably and scream ‘I cannot fucking believe it!’

  His arms felt so warm and strong enfolding her, reminding her just how much he differed from the boys she had dated. Everything about him screamed manly, fully grown and utterly delicious. The backs of his knuckles were lying against her thigh, and she was doing her best not to wiggle her hips so they fell towards the apex of her raised legs. She could have sworn they were starting to rub lightly over her skin when she got distracted by the movie coming on the TV.

  "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me..."

  "Oh, my goodness!" Gabriel exclaimed with mock surprise at the porn on his TV. "That's not Ferris Bueller’s Day Off! How...how did that get on there?"

  "You put it on there, you prick!" She laughed, covering her face. "Turn it off!"

  "But why?" There was both humor and raw sexuality in the velvet rasp that was his voice. "I have it on good authority you like this kind of flick."

  She wiggled against him, trying to get out of his arms as she battled with embarrassment and growing arousal. Up until that moment the incident in his room had been used to get them off, not to tease her. She wouldn't say she was angry, but she definitely didn't like having the most embarrassing moment in her life turned into a joke.

  "This so messed up!" she complained. "It's embarrassing enough you caught me... You know what, forget it, I'll turn it off myself!"

  But she wasn't going anywhere. He tightened his arm around her waist and that was all it took for him to hold her in place. It was one of those rare moments she wished he wasn't so sexy and so strong.

  "Okay, fine." The tone in his voice did little to comfort her. "I'll turn it off. But answer me this: Do you want me to turn it off 'cause you're embarrassed? Or because you're turned on?"

  He turned up the volume on the TV, and there was that unmistakable pulsing between her legs at the sound of two people fucking. She realized it was a new scene they were watching. This one with a little blonde girl riding some dark-haired giant with a bunch of tattoos roping around his arms. She couldn't believe the girl was sitting on that enormous thing between his legs, but then again she had thought the same thing about herself when she was riding Gabriel earlier that morning.

  "Got a whole collection of dirty movies, perv, or is it just these two?" she said, surprised at the slight tremble in her voice and the effort it took to steady her breathing. She felt him shrug behind her.

  "Variety is the spice of life, and stop trying to change the subject."

  Her breath hitched as his cock came to life against her lower back.

  "Answer me and I'll turn it off," he pressed. The backs of his fingers weren't subtle now as they rubbed over the soft skin of her inner thighs. "You getting turned on, Nicole?"

  She swallowed and leaned against him. He caressed her ribcage, his thumb stroking just under her breast.

  "You turn me on. But this?" She waved her hand at the screen, trying to sound bored. "Not really. I mean she doesn't even look into it, not like the other gir–" She stopped, but it was too late, she could already feel him tensing behind her, hear the slight catch in his breath as he laughed against her neck.

  "Oh, I see. You like the other one better. The rough one, right?"

  She flicked her tongue over her lips and she was glad that he couldn't see the nervous gesture.

  "You liked watching that girl get fucked hard, didn't you?" His knuckles stroked blatantly over her mound now. His hand opened like a flower and his fingers tickled a torturous trail down her thighs, down the soft, clenched flesh guarding her sex. "You were thinking about me while you were watching. Imagining it was me fucking you till you scream."

  Her eyes grew hooded as his middle finger circled lightly against the very tip of her mound.

  "That's what you want right now. You want me to make you scream," he said, and it was a statement of fact. Her legs swayed back and forth as she tried to keep them closed but still keep the friction between them. They closed tightly around his hand when it slid between her legs and cupped her pussy through the damp material of her boy shorts.

  Her voice was caught between a moan and a whimper as she rubbed her cloth-covered pussy against his hand. Still, she fought for some semblance of control.

  "Yes...Turn it off, now. Just forget it ever... ever happe –" She hissed sharply, grinding against his hand as it curved inwards and slowly massaged her aching sex. She could feel herself soaking her panties and coating his fingertips through the thin material. His finger pressed the damp fabric into her wet slit and she was almost horrified by how wet she got when he touched her. No guy had ever had such a drastic effect on her so quickly.

  Gabriel clicked off the TV, not really caring about the girl on screen when he had Nicole in the flesh, moaning and rubbing herself against him like she was in heat. He understood why she wanted him to turn it off even though she was so obviously turned on and knew that he was, too. A part of him felt bad for making her uncomfortable even for a moment, even if her embarrassment was outweighed by the lust vibrating through her body. But the rest of him, especially the part of him that was hard and pressed against her back didn't want to stop teasing her into submission. He couldn't get enough of the sound of her begging for him or the sound of her voice when he stole her words and turned them into moans.

  "Do you really want me to forget about it?" he asked, releasing her waist to sweep away her dark hair so he could nip at one of the silver hoops lining her ear, and he smiled at the shiver his voice sent through her skin.

  He knew she understood what his tone meant, heard the challenge in his words as he spread her legs slowly with hands. He tugged them wide open, placing her feet on either side of his slightly raised legs. One hand roughly yanked the fabric covering her crotch to the side, and the other wasted no time in cupping her throbbing, naked flesh.

  "You want me to pretend I never caught you stroking this pussy? You want me to forget how hard you got me? Because if I pretend it never happened I'll have to stop doing this..." She moaned while his fingers made wide circles, spreading her wetness over her smooth lips in no time. "You want me to stop?"

  "Fuck no," she growled. He barked out a surprised laugh at her bluntness, but it quickly died as she started to roll her hips into his fingers.

  "What do you want, then?"

  She leaned her head back against his shoulder and braced her hands on his thighs, swiveling her pussy in circles over those long digits with increasing speed, her ass pressed against his erection every time her hips pushed back towards him.

  "Fuck me, Gabriel."

  He chuckled in her ear, rel
easing her panties so his free hand could slip under her shirt to thumb a taut nipple. "And how do you want me to fuck you, Nicole?"

  Nicole shuddered, feeling her pussy pulse with the aftermath of the last few days, almost able to feel him inside of her at that very moment. She wondered if she was ever going to be able to come after this week was over, he had spoiled her so much.

  "Please..."

  "Uh-uh, little girl. If you want something from me you're going to have to say it loud and clear."

  She had been screaming, pleading, and moaning how she wanted him to fuck her all week, so she knew exactly what he wanted to hear. She knew exactly what she wanted to say.

  She growled and turned her face so her lips were against his strong jaw, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin. Her breast was heaving into his palm, the sensitive skin flushed with a tingling heat. He stroked her pussy softly but insistently, forcing her to buck harder against him to feel the friction she sought.

  "I want...ahh...Gabriel..."

  "Yes?"

  His voice was a low rumble, like thunder in the distance serving as a warning of the scorching lightening to come. She could hear that hard edge, that huskiness underneath the simple word that gave away his eagerness. Sweet Gabriel, just waiting for her to give him the go ahead, like a horse chomping at the bit to be let out of the starting gate. He was ready to be something other than sweet. She was ready, too.

  "I want you...to fuck me hard."

  His moan was close to a growl against her lips. Her body was one continuous wave of movement in his arms. This was almost their favorite part of the game, almost better than the moment he slid inside of her and made her scream his name. Almost.

  "How hard?" he asked, a new question, one spurred on by the hunger in her moan when he pinched her nipple firmly between his thumb and forefinger while he did the same to her engorged clit.

  "Hard, as hard as you can!" All of her hesitation was gone. "Fuck me. Now. Please..."

  He smiled a devil's grin. She felt that smile as he pressed his lips to her ear and gave her a firm bite.

  "Okay, Nic," he growled.

  Nicole had never been so turned on by giving pleasure in her life. To an outsider, it may have looked as if Gabriel was using her like his own personal fuck-toy, with her down on all fours on the bed while he knelt in front of her. She wouldn’t blame them. She’d thought the same thing when she stumbled onto that porn scene in his room. What they would be missing was the nuance, how he was using her in just the way she wanted and needed to be used. He bent her, and she surprised herself by bending more, unwilling and unable to break under his rough treatment. All it did was make her wetter, greedier.

  He took full advantage of her greedy mouth now, almost mercilessly holding her in place by her hair while he slid that tanned column of flesh between her lips, and stroked her all the way to the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, her nose was her only source of oxygen and it was pressed up against the brown coils at the base of his cock. Just when she felt like she might gag he released her, held her face in his hand while he leaned down to kiss her.

  “You’re my beautiful, dirty girl. Aren’t you?”

  She closed her eyes and nodded vigorously. To prove it, she sucked in her breath as he straightened up and opened her mouth wide, preemptively offering herself up. He growled in approval and shoved his cock into her mouth yet again.

  It was the strangest mixture of cruelty and tenderness, and it turned her on more than she had ever thought possible. If he was doing this to her mouth, she could only imagine what was in store for the rest of her. The final stroke shoved past her throat, deep, deeper. He held her to him for a long, animalistic moment. She couldn’t breathe or think. She was just a vessel for his pleasure. When she’d finally held her breath for as long as she could she jerked within his hold, slapping her hands against his thighs.

  Immediately he released her with a shout of crazed lust and Nicole fell back onto the bed, panting and thoroughly shaken to her sexual core in the best way. She tried to catch her breath; a shivering hand wiped the spit from her chin, ran over her swollen lips, and she gasped air in deep, shuddery gulps. An involuntary huff of laughter, of triumph escaped her.

  He took his time stroking his hands down her neck, down between her breasts and then around them in teasing circles. She moaned, eyeing him through hooded lids as his hands stroked down the median of her stomach, gently over her inner thighs, and then back up the way they had come. He didn't touch all of the places her body was obviously yearning for him to touch. Instead, he leaned over her, caressing her face almost reverently.

  "Kiss me," he commanded sweetly, his eyes trained on her mouth as if it were his favorite delicacy.

  She leaned upwards, barely having to lift her head off the mattress to reach his mouth as his body covered her completely. His lips were so tender on hers, almost tentative as they caressed her mouth and his tongue slid inside. She sighed against him, her whole body vibrating with delicious wariness. Just moments before, he’d been jamming his cock down her throat, and now he was kissing her like she was a virgin bride. There was more to come, much more, and not knowing when or how his roughness would appear excited her. But for the moment the kiss was enough. It lulled her body into a relaxed state, his moans and the soft sound of their lips and tongues connecting taking over her senses. It was the type of kiss she had always imagined he would give her, and once again the fantasy was merging with the wonderful reality of what he was doing. She brought her hands up to the strong planes of his jaw, her fingers sweeping back into his soft dark hair as she pulled him closer to her.

  He groaned against her lips she and devoured the sound. She couldn't stop kissing him, even though he had meant for it to be just a few teasing pecks on her full lips. She drew him back in just as he was about to retreat, sighing and pressing her mouth tighter to his to get more from his kiss. She felt like she could kiss him all day but he finally, reluctantly it seemed, pulled away. She was reluctant to part with him, too. Every time he did she was reminded of how transient these moments were. As much as she loved kissing him, she wouldn't be able to do so for very much longer. She would be leaving soon. What happened here couldn’t travel beyond these walls, beyond this week.

  She pushed that thought from her mind and focused on the way he was looking at her now, on how he stared at her as if she were the only woman he’d ever wanted this much. Leaning back, his gaze traveled down her curvy frame, which was shivering under the hunger in his eyes. She was watching his fist move over his engorged cock and moving her hips in a way that mimicked how she wanted to ride him. It made his eyes narrow, a sinister answer to her provocation waiting in their molten depths.

  He leaned his hips in and rubbed the slippery head over her weeping slit, tapping her inner thigh lightly so she would spread her legs more. He positioned himself closer to her while resting on his knees, leaning on one hand while she devoured the sight of his cock poised at her entrance.

  "Put it inside you," he directed.

  She stared up at him wide-eyed and hungry, stretched out her torso and wrapped her small hand around him. His jaw clenched at the feel of her hand stroking and squeezing him as she led him to her opening. She moaned low in her throat as she pulled him inside her. When he was halfway buried, she leaned back on her elbows to watch him slide in the rest of the way.

  He had other ideas.

  He quickly grabbed her wrists and tugged until she was lying back on the bed with her arms pinned at her sides. She gasped, inadvertently circling her hips around him and drawing him in further. He vibrated in his stillness with an expression that could almost be mistaken for anger, for aggression, if she hadn’t seen that look of unadulterated passion several times this week.

  He waited until she had calmed down and was looking up at him for clues of what he would do. A soft smile on his face, he released her wrists, only to hook his hands under her thighs and lace his fingers with hers. His fingers felt s
turdy grasping hers, and his strong, veined forearms were rubbing against her thighs. She wondered distantly just how many ways this guy had to pin a girl to the bed. And then thoughts disappeared altogether when he buried himself to the hilt and held himself there. She bowed her back as much as she could under the circumstances, swiveling her hips so her pussy danced on his cock.

  "That's it, dirty girl. Fuck yourself on it. Get nice and warmed up for me." His command made her shiver and move faster, eager to please them both.

  Her grip on his hands was tight as a vise, her smaller fingers trembling within his as she moved over him. He narrowed his eyes and when her breathing grew short with the tell-tale signs of orgasm, he released her fingers, sliding them up her damp palms until he was gripping her wrists. They were so small in comparison to his large hands, which he could wrap around them with room to spare. He was almost gentle with his grips, almost gentlemanly as he tugged her to him and speared her hard and fast on his cock. It would have been comical if she could have processed anything but her own ecstasy.

  This time her body jerked almost violently, her head tilting back and a startled cry escaping her throat. He held himself within her while she shimmied restlessly over him. He groaned and dipped forward, looking weak for a moment as she clutched him tight within her body.

  She was moving her hips faster, rotating them frantically while he remained still and watched her. The way he studied her as if he wanted to commit her every response to memory was such an aphrodisiac. The intensity of his stare took in every furrow of her brow, every scrape of her teeth over her bottom lip, traveling lower to watch her arch as she pushed a sweet spot onto the head of his cock. She could almost see herself through his eyes, wanton, sensual, insatiable. Her lust the perfect companion piece to his. Her hips rose up as much as they could to gain access to the hot length stretching her open. No sooner did she recover her breath than he did it again, pulling out little more than halfway, then rolling his hips so that he could lunge that extra inch into her wet heat. Not a bit of his flushed length and width went to waste as he continued to fuck her with a steady, whimper-inducing rhythm.