Damaged

by R. R. Banks

  "I didn't think that I would ever going to use these," he said.

  "Then why do you have them?" I asked.

  I didn't really understand why, but it bothered me that they were there.

  "I guess it's just something that I learned when I was younger and never really grew out of it. But I'm glad that I have them now."

  He opened the box, which I was glad to see was new, and pulled one of the foil packets out. Tossing the rest of the box back into the drawer, he stood at the end of the bed and tore the packet open with his teeth. I watched, my mouth watering, as he took the condom from the packet and settled it onto the tip of his erection. He held the base of his shaft with one hand and rolled the condom down gradually. When it was finally in place, he crawled back up onto the bed and I lay down again, resting my head back onto the pillow and opening my arms to him. He settled over me and I felt the tip of his cock edging at me again. He reached down and touched the deliciously sensitive place again. He placed his fingers in his mouth and then return them to my opening, allowing the warm wetness to soften me further, preparing me though I already knew I was wet and hot beneath his touch. I felt him ease inside my body and I tightened around him. He rose up over me again supporting himself on his knee as he brought his mouth down to my ear. Micah lightly kissed my neck.

  “Relax,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

  I willed my body to relax. He continued to nudge forward with his hips gently, gradually increasing the pressure as I submitted to the feeling allowed my body to open. He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and the other on my hip to hold me steady and my body gave in and welcomed him fully. I groaned as Micah filled me, giving me a sense of fulfillment and wholeness that I couldn't describe.

  His hips immediately began to move. My body continued to open and relax as Micah's cock stroked within me, and I reached down to touch where our bodies melded. I lifted my head to lick the sweat off of Micah's shoulder, indulging a sudden desire to sink my teeth into his straining muscles. I heard Micah growl at the bite and he increased his pace for a few intense strokes before pulling out of my body. There was a brief moment of emptiness and disappointment before Micah grabbed me by my hips and flipped me over onto my belly.

  I felt Micah's thighs on either side of my hips before I felt his cock sink inside me again. The new angle was even more intense, and I buried my head in the pillow to muffle the cry that bubbled up from my throat. Micah supported himself on one hand beside me and slipped the other beneath my throat to lift my head up toward him. His mouth ran along my neck, leading up to my ear so that he could nip my earlobe with his teeth. I whimpered as Micah pushed deeper into me and held in place so that the sensations built to a nearly overwhelming pitch.

  “I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

  “Me, too,” I murmured.

  Micah turned my face toward his for deep kiss as he rocked his hips harder and faster. Soon his grunts became rhythmic and he pounded into me possessively. There was something intimidating about his intensity, yet it also felt thrilling and empowering. I lifted my hips slightly and felt Micah give a final, impaling thrust as he growled deep in his chest. His cock throbbed inside me and I could feel him spilling within me. I gasped, lifting my hips further to slide a hand beneath my body, grasping Micah's and leading it down to the apex of my thighs so that he could bring me relief from the pressure tightening through the muscles of my hips, thighs, and stomach. Almost as soon as he touched me, however, Micah pulled out of me and flipped me back over onto my back. He moved my hand out of the way and replaced it with his own. The pad of his thumb massage into my clit hard and fast. When I was panting and holding onto the covers beside me so tightly my knuckles ached, Micah leaned down and enveloped my desperate core with his mouth and sucked it deeply. I roared as I felt the pressure shatter in a mind-blowing orgasm pour out into Micah's mouth.

  Micah moaned luxuriously and traced me slowly with his tongue, occasionally dipping it inside of me to feel the spasms of my walls. I arched up off of the mattress and let out another trembling cry before dropping down and gasping for breath. Micah slowly brought his mouth away from my entrance and kissed his way along my inner thigh, then on to my belly and up until he was resting on top of me. We kissed languidly as our bodies calmed and cooled, and our heartbeats slowed. I buried my fingers in Micah's hair and ran the other hand along his back. Finally, he slid to the side and sat up to pull the blanket from the end of the bed up over us. Turning off the lamp he settled beside me again. I rolled to the side and tucked my head into the curve of his neck and shoulder, breathing in the warm, musky smell of him until sleep overtook me.

  Chapter Ten

  Micah

  "How'd you sleep last night?" Charlotte asked as she came into the kitchen the next morning.

  The power had come back on at some point during the night and I was brewing our customary pot of coffee. As I turned to look at her my jaw dropped. She was wearing nothing but one of my flannel pajama shirts, and only three of the buttons were buttoned. I could see enough of her body beneath it that my cock began to stir. I knew that last night wasn't enough. One night with her was nowhere near enough to satisfy the hunger that I had for her. The first time that I let my lips touch her skin memories of aching for her when we were in high school came back and only worked to intensify the almost animalistic needs that I had for her.

  "Pretty well," I told her. "How did you sleep?"

  "Like a baby," she said. "But I didn't like waking up without you in the bed beside me."

  "Did you miss me?"

  Charlotte nodded and stepped forward. She tucked her fingers into the belt loop of my jeans and leaned in to lick the side of my neck. I let out a murmur and touched my hands to her hips. I guided her backward toward the kitchen table, but before the backs of her thighs could touch the chair, I turned around and sat down. Without me even having to give the suggestion, Charlotte lowered down to her knees between my legs and ran her tongue across my collarbones. I had grasped onto her wrists and I could feel the trembling of her heartbeat beneath my fingertips. I gave her a hard tug to pull her up against my body and she groaned at the feeling of my rapidly hardening erection pressing into her belly. Our mouths met and tangled in an intense, but brief kiss.

  When our lips parted, Charlotte brought hers to the side of my neck and began to work her way down in a trail of kisses until I felt her mouth brush over my nipple. The peak tightened beneath her lips and she drew it between her teeth. I hissed, but made no move to try to push her away. Pressing one hand to the opposite side of my chest, she continued down until she was kissing her way along my belly. She didn't pause to get any acknowledgement from me before bringing both of her hands to the front of my belt and releasing it. I had only gotten so far as to put on my jeans that morning, but now I wished that I wore even less as she worked her way into my pants.

  The taste of Charlotte on my tongue and the feeling of her on my lips was intoxicating and I craved more. I didn't care about anything that had happened before I found her. I didn't want to think of anything that would happen when the snow stopped. All that mattered was now.

  My cock sprung out of my pants and Charlotte wrapped her hand eagerly around it. She licked her lips hungrily and then leaned down to draw her tongue along the slit at the very tip. She looked up and I looked down at her. The slumbering in her eyes told me she was trying hard to maintain her control, but I knew that I wanted her to lose it. As though she had heard my thoughts and wanted the same for me, she opened her mouth and welcomed the entirety of my length inside across her warm, sweet tongue. The feeling was delectable and dizzying, and I wanted much more.

  Charlotte tightened her hand around the base of my erection and used it to hold it still as she let her mouth begin to glide in a fast, intense rhythm. She occasionally added deep sucks, bring the tip of my cock further into her mouth and toward her throat. Sit
ting back on her heels, she started twisting her hand and drawing it up and down using short strokes to complement each glide of her mouth. She suddenly paused and ran her tongue along my shaft, as though she were focusing on the feeling of every vein and ridge. I closed my eyes, trying to commit the feeling to memory so if ever there was a time that I longed for her I would be able to bring this sensation to mind. I no longer tried to control my reactions to the sensations that Charlotte was creating with her mouth and I accompanied my loud, rhythmic groans with a dig of my fingers through her thick hair, grasping at the back of her head to both encourage and control her movements.

  I clamped my hand down on her shoulder and began to thrust into her mouth. I felt Charlotte relinquish herself to my control and allow me to express my increase in passion with each rock of my hips. My sounds were becoming deeper and more insistent, and I knew that my climax was rushing forward. I tightened my grip on her hair and felt Charlotte's fingertips press into my thighs as though not to give me the opportunity to pull away. She continued to suck, seeming to express as much of a need for me as I felt for her as she whimpered and moaned with every deep draw of my cock into her mouth. The tip touched the back of her throat and I growled, lifting my hips up off of the chair. My head fell back, and I let out a growl as I felt my cock tighten and then throb, releasing a thick, smooth stream across Charlotte's tongue. I held her in place and slowed my thrusts, then lowered my hips to the chair as she drew her mouth along my length at a more leisurely pace, swallowing luxuriously and cleaning me with her tongue.

  She climbed to her feet and smiled down at me. Her fingers touched the buttons on the front of my shirt that she wore and slowly began to release them.

  "I think that maybe I should go take a shower," she said.

  "Oh, really?" I asked, standing.

  I kicked out of my pants and trunks so that I stood naked in the middle of the kitchen. The rush of the orgasm was still flowing through me, but just seeing Charlotte standing there, her hair loose and wild around her face and shoulders, moving with torturous slowness as she revealed her skin to me, was enough to start my cock twitching to life again.

  "Mmmm-hmmm," she said, biting into her bottom lip and nodding as she took a step back.

  She had released the buttons now, but my shirt still hung closed, concealing far too much of her body. I closed the space between us and reached up to push the shirt off of her shoulders. The cooler air touched her skin and I saw her pert pink nipples harden. Growling, I swept her up and over my shoulder, running out of the room and through the house. Her sweet, round ass was sticking straight up in the air and I reached up to give it a slight little smack as I approached the door in the great room. I opened the door and Charlotte squealed as the sharply cold air from outside swept over her naked body. I hit the switch on the wall before leaving, turning on the shower.

  I ran along the short walkway toward the partially outdoor shower, hissing as my bare feet touched the icy slate. Steam was already billowing from the shower and the ground around it was warmer. I lowered Charlotte to her feet inside the shower and backed her up so that we both stood beneath the hot water. She moaned happily and tilted her head back to let the water stream through her hair. It poured down her shoulders and over her breasts, making her skin shimmer. I reached up and took a bottle of body wash from the cabinet attached to the inside of the wall. Filling my palm with the gel, I rubbed my hands together to create a thick, white lather. I reached for her body and let my hands run along her skin. The sight of the bubbles trailing along her belly and into the apex of her thighs, nestling into her folds, brought my cock to full length and hardness and I immediately dropped to my knees in front of her. Grasping her leg with one hand, I swept it up so that it rested over my shoulder. This opened her to me and I could feel the enticing heat of her body.

  I lapped at her ravenously, plunging my tongue into her and tasting her fluids as they flowed, preparing her body for me. Charlotte's legs were shaking, and I could feel her arching as I licked her relentlessly, letting the tip of my tongue slide up through her folds and focus directly on her clit. It emerged from its hood, revealing the most tender and sensitive of her tissues, and I eagerly lavished more attention on it. Charlotte's hands delved into my hair and I felt her tug on it as she screamed out and came into my mouth. I stood and reached into the cabinet again, pulling out one of the condoms that I had tucked onto the shelf earlier that morning before Charlotte had woken up. I held it up for her to see and her mouth opened in surprise.

  "You planned this," she said.

  "Baby, I've been planning this for…" years… "a long time."

  I went to open the package, but she took it out of my hand and tore it open. Most of the lather that I had spread on her body had been rinsed away while I worshipped her, but there was some still on her belly and she gathered it onto her hands. Reaching forward, Charlotte wrapped one hand around my cock and stroked it. I thought that I was fully hard, but the touch of her soft hand engorged me even further. She pulled the condom from the package and rolled it into place, then wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her mouth back to mine.

  As I closed my mouth over hers in a deep kiss, my mind went back to that football game so many years before. I could see her sitting in the stands again, everything else faded around her. I don't know why she was there. I don't remember any other time that she had come to a game, and I never noticed her there again after. It was entirely possible that she was there to watch one of the other players, one of the other guys who had a more legitimate place in her social circle. But I had seen those eyes staring directly at me. I had felt her watching me. And I saw those eyes now as she pulled back and looked at me with expectation and desire. I pulled her away from the wall and turned her, sweeping her up into my arms and pushing her back against another wall so that we were both beneath the stream of hot water again. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I sank into her. Her body accepted me more readily and eagerly than the night before and I didn't need to hesitate for even a second to begin to thrust into her at an almost frantic pace. Charlotte wrapped her arms around my head, pulling it into tuck against her chest as she cried out with each hard stroke.

  After a few seconds I stopped and let her lower down to her feet. I took her by her hips and turned her around sharply. Grasping both of her hands by her sides, I lifted them up and flattened them onto the wall in front of her. I ran my hands down the sides of her body and stroked them over her ass, pulling her cheeks apart then running my fingers down until they met the dripping heat of her core. I pushed her thighs apart until her feet were nearly against the walls on either side of her, opening her to me completely. I tucked my hand between her thighs so that I could flatten my hand on the front of her pelvis and pulled back so that she took a few steps back, causing her to bend over at the waist. The water continued to fall on her back, but her hips were now sitting nearly out of the water. I grasped the base of my cock with one hand and rested the other to her lower back to stabilize her before plunging into her again.

  I grabbed her hips and used them to slam into her hard and fast. My balls slapped against her and I suddenly felt her reach back between her legs to hold them, massaging them. I took her hand and led it to her clit, pressing her fingers to it.

  "Touch yourself," I said. "Show me what you like."

  Charlotte whimpered, and I felt her fingers beginning to move. Her fingertips stroked over her clit, occasionally slipping down to run over my shaft in between thrusts. Her knees bent slightly and the hand on the wall in front of her slid down several inches, driving me deeper into her. I could hear Charlotte rapidly approaching climax, rushing toward it as she swirled her fingers across her clit and I filled her. Finally, she screamed out and I felt what I had been denied the night before. Her walls tightened down around my cock and then the pressure dissolved into a cascade of spasms that drew me deeper into her and created even more powerful sensations through the head and along my shaft. The image of
the lather rolling down her chest and onto her belly came into my mind again and I pulled out of her, turning her around and pushing her back against the wall as I yanked the condom off.

  She reached forward and took my cock in her hand, joining my own tight, fast strokes until I let out a roar and watched myself come onto her belly. She groaned, biting her bottom lip as if in ecstasy. Her hand slipped away from my already relaxing erection and went to her belly, so she could trace her fingertips through the thick stream on her skin. I kissed her, cupping my hand around her jaw. For the next several minutes we carefully washed each other, taking time to explore each other's bodies, discovering more. As I touched every bit of her, letting my fingertips run along the bones of her spine and following the trail of my touch with kisses, I knew that my desire for her was far from quenched. It was as if each time that I felt her skin or tasted her lips, it refueled me, sparking my need even more. I wanted to be inside her again. I wanted to let everything disappear, just as it had when I saw her in those stands.

  I brought her back to my bedroom that night and laid her down beside me to sleep. I didn't want her to sleep in the guest room again. I didn't want her to sleep anywhere else again.

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  Charlotte