#1 Crush

by Kaia Bennett

  She wished she could see him leaving her body and then burying himself into her again. But all she could see when she managed to look down the length of her body were her own heaving breasts, those gradient tribal tattoos on his tan torso with their black lining and scarlet shading, and the way his narrow hips slapped against hers. They disappeared between her widespread legs, rolling like a tidal wave that crashed hard and fast into her, jerking her body sharply against the bed with every plunge. And she returned every thrust with one of her own, her body grasping, pulsing, pleading with his not to leave.

  "Goddamn, little girl...," he whispered, leaning down to lick her lips. "Squeezing my dick so hard." He arched his hips into her hard again, testing just how much she liked the way he was fucking her. When she cried out against his lips and her hard nipples brushed against his chest, his mouth crashed into hers and he finally began to do what she asked him to. He fucked her as hard as he could, thrusting over and over again with increasing speed.

  "Oohhh...m-my God," she wailed. Her eyes were glassy and wide, staring at the ceiling while his lips brushed against her chin. He was growling against her skin, fucking her so hard her breasts were shimmying under his body and the bed was banging against the wall. The thuds of the headboard were accompanied by the sound of his body smacking into hers, by the sounds of her moans and him grunting against her skin.

  She was being tormented by pleasure and she knew he could see it all, that he was watching her succumb. That was his own triumph, his own dominant desire in the face of her submission. Her face contorted in a look that mimicked pain and she would have been worried about the after-effects of this tryst if she weren’t so wet, so willing. She gripped his wrists, bracing herself against the assault of his hard cock and the orgasm mounting within her. Her nails dug into his skin and acknowledged not for the first time that a little spike of pain from her to him only spurred him on. He liked it rough in every sense of the word.

  "Ohhh...it's com --," Her words were cut off by her own faltering inhales, her ass lifting off the bed. “Coming, I'm c-com-min—"

  She pumped her hips, her body arching off the bed but pinned by his hands and the way his hips moved even faster against her. He growled and tilted his head back, shivering as his rapid fire thrusts became sharp, singular ones. She was still coming, still pumping against him when he released her wrists gently, stroking over the indent his strong fingers had made during their frenzied grip on her. When he felt her tremors subside he pulled out of her, stroking himself to combat the cool air wafting over his cock now slick with her come. She tried to swallow, to regain her sanity, but he didn’t give her any time to recover.

  "Don't pass out on me," he commanded lifting her leg to place a kiss against the inside of her ankle. "I'm not done with you yet, little girl."

  Gabriel needed to calm down and catch his breath. From the moment she asked him to fuck her as hard as he could, he felt something bubbling up to the surface. And he’d spent every encounter after that testing her limits, pushing up against her resolve. She only asked for more, gave more, took more of him. More of his body, more of his roughness. More of his sanity.

  She was just too beautiful, too soft and too open. He wanted to do so many things to her and he mourned that there wasn't enough energy in his body or enough hours in the day to do them all before she left. He would have to settle for this moment and he would have to make it be enough.

  She whimpered when he quickly flipped her over. Still coming out of her post orgasmic haze, she didn't comprehend why his warm body was moving away, why the bed was shifting and he was getting off of it. Until he turned her to the side and dragged her to the edge of the bed by her hips, so that she faced the mirrors on his closet. He tugged gently on her hair until she was standing on her knees on the bed in front of him while he stood on the floor behind her. Then she could see what his intentions were. They came face to face with their reflections, both of them looking practically primal, nearly spent and yet ready for more. She smiled then, just like she had right before she realized she’d been found out. His cock lurched in response.

  "You look so fucking good," he whispered in her ear while his eyes devoured her reflection, savoring this pause before the grand finale. Her skin was glowing, slick with sweat. His hold on her hair kept most of it out of her face so he could clearly see those obsidian eyes, the tilt of her nose, those cute flushed cheeks and those full, red lips. She was soft, but he now knew there was strength in this curvaceous figure. She could take a great deal of punishment, she had stamina to rival his. He wondered if she realized just how sexy she was, if any of those boys who had hurt her knew what it was they’d given up. He wondered if she’d ever had the chance to demand better, to get what she wanted and deserved, which was someone who would touch her reverently as well as roughly.

  "You want me to touch this pretty little body, don't you?"

  She nodded as much as she could with his fingers still curled in her hair.

  "Where? Show me." He released her hair and slid his hands under her arms. He rested them on her chest, silently telling her she had free rein to lead them where she wanted them to go.

  Her small brown hands covered his larger tan ones and led them down the curve of her breasts so he could cup them. He took over and started to massage them in slow, sensual circles, squeezing and pressing her sensitive flesh into his palms.

  "That feel good, sweetheart?"

  "Yeah," she said, nodding as if in a daze and leaning her head against his shoulder. "Pinch my nipples."

  He stilled for a second, caught off guard by her husky command. But only for a second. He was eager to see the way she would shiver when he fondled her sensitive breasts the way she liked. She inhaled sharply when he caught them between his thumb and forefinger and pressed until he could feel the firm roots within the taut, dark buds.

  "Like that?" he asked, even though he knew what he was doing was just right. Her nod of approval was more vigorous this time.

  He teased her nipples, twisting and tugging and rolling them gently until her breathing became little more than fluttering pants against his jaw. Then he released them slowly, once again waiting for her to show him where he should touch her next. She led his hands down the soft skin of her stomach, his fingers tracing patterns tenderly over her ribcage until he came to the indent between her waist and her full hips. There wasn't a place on her body that wasn't silk under his calloused fingertips. He loved the contrast; he loved watching his hands cover her skin and seeing how just a simple touch could make her writhe in his arms.

  She guided his hands down to her navel, where his fingers dipped over the teardrop of her belly button, over the soft curve of her lower stomach. She tensed then. She made a joke once or twice about that stubborn curve that kept her from a perfectly flat stomach, but all he saw was another beautiful place to kiss, to caress. He touched that part of her just as softly and reverently as he touched the rest of her body and she relaxed into his acceptance of even her perceived flaws.

  She made him stroke across the median that separated her navel from the dark triangle of hair at the start of her mound. His fingers tensed slightly, looking forward to diving to the plush, moist flesh there. Instead she denied him his prize and laughed when he growled against her neck as she led his hands down her thighs. She did this until they reached as far down as they could from where he was standing, and then she circled them around until they were cupping her inner thighs. She was so wet and ready for him, so desperate to have him inside of her. He could see a look of pained concentration as she forced herself to take her time, to relish the feeling of his fingertips trailing through the wetness glistening on her soft skin. They shared that almost masochistic love of anticipation, and so he indulged her, leashing his greedy desire to take over as she led his fingers up the soft indent that led to her hungry sex, to where he would eventually torture her in the best possible way.

  He could almost feel those slick petals under his fingertips a
nd they flexed against her thigh as she made him take the torturously long journey towards the treasure between her legs. When both hands came to the juncture just before the outer lips of her pussy, she made them rub back and forth, made him knead the flesh of her thighs before she turned one of his hands over and cupped her hot, throbbing sex with it. His fingers squeezed her pussy in a steady back and forth motion, and her hips quickly followed suit.

  "Mmm…" Her moan was warm against the sweet spot at his jaw when his middle finger slid between her folds.

  "Do you know how much I love this sweet little pussy, Nicole?" He shivered when she panted in his ear. "So sweet. Taste it for me." He rubbed faster, smiling at the way she moaned louder and her hips picked up speed.

  He brought his hand up to her face, and she quickly covered it with her own hand. He watched in the mirror as she licked his fingers from root to tip. His cock twitched insistently when she wrapped her lips around his middle finger, taking it all the way to the first knuckle and then sucking on it as if it were his cock. No shame, no hesitation. Just his dirty girl complying with his dirty will.

  "F-fuck...me..." he groaned, closing his eyes as a violent shudder coursed through him.

  She was killing him. There had always been an invisible line that connected his middle finger to his cock. It was just a quirk, like his appreciation for long legs, or his love of peanut butter and banana sandwiches. A girl sucked on his middle finger and his dick came out to say ‘hello.’ He instantly hardened to almost painful proportions and he knew his body wouldn't hold out much longer. He had to be inside of her again and soon, before the feel of her tugging that invisible string like she was his own personal puppet master had him spurting against her back. It didn't help when she turned to him, smiling around his thick finger and then sucking all the way to the tip until it left her mouth with a wet pop. She tasted her lips lasciviously and stared into his eyes, toying with the limits of her new role as his seductress.

  "You want some, Gabriel?" The huskiness in her voice threatened to undo him. "I bet you do. I know you like the way I taste."

  She didn't wait for a reply before she leaned in and sucked on his bottom lip. Her hand reached behind her to grip his cock, her tight fist stroking the silky skin covering the iron hardness of his arousal.

  "Open up," she teased, placing her smile on his lips just before she invaded his mouth and swiped the sweet and spicy taste of her desire across his tongue. A violent tremor coursed through him and he gripped her inner thigh, pulled her closer. It was all he could take.

  She cried out in shock when he reached up and tangled a hand in her soft, dark hair. He just barely pulled his lips away from hers, watching her stare up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. He couldn't tell which look he liked better: the one where she knew she had him in the palm of her hand, or the one where she was almost fearful of the hunger in his eyes. It was the latter he saw now, and it made him clench his jaw as he gave her a tight, evil smile. He pulled his other hand, the hand she had so seductively tended to with her mouth, away from her grasp. He swept it around to the juncture between her thigh and her full ass.

  He tugged gently on her hair and the smack of his palm against her ass reverberated through the bedroom, followed by her startled cry.

  "Such a dirty girl," he growled. His whole body tingled with arousal at her high pitched shriek and the sharp jerking of her body as he spanked her hard. The next one left her only able to squeak, her eyes tearing up and her mouth opening wide on a soundless scream.

  Her grip on his shaft tightened and her hand began to stroke him frantically. He groaned against her neck, licking long and hard at the salt of her skin there.

  "You're my dirty girl, aren't you?"

  She nodded, and looked like she was barely able to breathe when he started stroking her pussy from between the cheeks of her stinging ass. He stole her breath completely when he spanked her yet again, this time a little harder than the last.

  He squeezed the stinging flesh of her ass. "I asked you a question. What do you say, sweetheart?"

  He could see the shadow of his fingers playing in her dripping folds in the mirror. She shivered and whispered, "I'm...I-I'm your dirty gir—Unngh!"

  "Louder," he ordered, stroking his hand over the soft flesh of her ass where he had just spanked her.

  "I'm your dirty girl."

  “Who’s in charge, you little cock-tease?”

  She met his question with an exhalation, a small laugh. He fucking loved that, her refusal to give in completely. Not yet. He had to earn it, the same way he had to earn his taste of her.

  Another smack and she whimpered and jerked under his hands. Her bottom lip was slick and red from biting on it against the pain.

  "I can't hear you so well, Nicole," he whispered, licking and nipping at her ear and at the silver hoops lining it. "What did you say?"

  "You are! I'm your dirty girl!" she shouted. Her body answered him as well, a hand diving between her legs to rub out the friction he’d inspired.

  "You ready for my cock again?" He pulled his fingers away from her hair and automatically she fell back against him. His fingers were on her arms, sliding up to her shoulders. She groaned when he kneaded the tense muscles there, muscles that were anticipating his next pleasurable assault. "You ready for me, Nicole?"

  "Always," she replied. "I'm always ready for you."

  He almost doubled over with the way his cock hardened yet again at her words, at how she’d managed to make them a sweet yet dirty declaration. Instead he closed his eyes, savoring them as if they had a taste all their own. He pushed her forward onto her hands and then leaned over to sweep her hair away from her neck. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, down the curve of her undulating spine and the sharp sway of her hips. It was as if her skin was seeking the feel of his lips when she curved her spine up to bring her body closer to his mouth. He ran his lips over each cheek of her round ass before he stood and smacked her there with a love tap that made her moan. His hand grasped her left hip, making her tense with the promise of his body connecting with hers.

  He could barely recognize his own gruff, primal voice when he said, "Good answer."

  She watched him in the mirror, eyes locked on his as he brought his right foot up onto the bed and lined his cock up with her hungry opening.

  "Very... good... answer," he whispered through gritted teeth as he opened her pussy with the width of his cock, and invited himself all the way inside. His grip on the soft, curvy flesh of her waist tightened, the feel of her enveloping him in her wet heat almost paralyzed him with pleasure. He heard her hiss and watched her clutch the sheets, her thin fingers twisting around steel gray and crisp white fabric as he thrust sharply into her pussy. He curved his hips into her so that every inch of his dick could fit snuggly inside of her, making his hips roll against hers like a brutal wave once more.

  "God, your pussy's so fucking tight," he said as he pulled out and shoved back in, stroking his hands down her slick back as she exhaled in pleasure.

  "How's that feel, sweetheart?" he asked, as if he couldn't tell from the way her hips were swiveling, the way her pussy was clenching at him. As if her moans and shivers hadn't given her away.

  "You feel...mmm...feel s-so good, Gabriel," she panted out, lifting her head and closing her eyes as if she were savoring him, as if she could almost taste how good he was making her feel. He smiled, thinking he had felt the same way just a moment ago and liking the idea that she might be echoing his desire for her.

  "So do you, little girl. So good. So wet for me."

  He slid his hands down her arms and suspending her in the air so that her upper body was kept aloft by his grip on her arms, just above her elbows. Her surprised eyes met his in the mirror and she shivered at the devilish grin he gave her in response.

  "Let's see if I can make you wetter," he growled with seductive menace. And then he started to pound into her, building up momentum with each thrust. So did her screams, her shivers, her s
houts for mercy, even as she begged for more. Every movement between them was a speeding train rushing towards the destination of release.

  They were almost there.

  He pounded into her hard and fast, so fast her hair was bobbing around her face, her breasts swaying frantically. She almost looked like she was crying and she seemed to only have enough breath to scream, "Fuck me, G-gaaabriel!! Unnnggh!!"

  He looked like a beast in the mirror behind her. He almost scared himself with how much he wanted her, how much he needed her to submit to him in every way. Crazed. That’s how he felt. It took away his ability to think, to do anything but barrel towards the finish line. And he wanted her to finish with him, to tell him every step of the way who was bringing her to the point of no return. He bit down on his bottom lip, his brow furrowed with tension, his lungs expanding like a bellows as he drew on all his energy to ravish her.

  "Who's fucking you, little girl?!” he roared. “Huh?!"

  She wailed, "You are!" Her voice was husky from screaming.

  "It's me that's fucking you so good?! Is that what you said?!"

  "Y-yesss!”

  She was close. He could sense it and it was a good thing because he was barreling towards the wall of his own orgasm, getting ready to crash and burn into it, to be consumed in the fire he had started within her body. His voice cracked under his own hoarse shouts. He sounded almost weak, and he braced himself for the orgasm that was going to rock him.

  He saw her through a sweaty fringe of hair as she almost retreated from the pleasure, overwhelmed by it, sobbing for it. But there was no escape from him, from his dick or from the climax he was going to rain down on her. His palms were slippery on her arms, his breath frantic and his voice emitting feral growls and grunts. His hips and balls smacked soundly against her as he bottomed out within her yielding, clenching flesh again and again.