by Grace Risata
“No, this is my turn, not yours. Do as you’re told or I’ll stop entirely,” he ordered. What the fuck? That was NOT the rule. I sighed in frustration and leaned back on the pillow. I highly doubted anything would make him stop now. “Good girl,” he praised. “Now let’s see where else I can go.” He kissed his way back down south. Things were headed in the right direction.
He moved down to position himself between my legs. “Spread them,” he demanded. I think I moved them about half an inch apart. “Relax,” he instructed. “I don’t do this for just anyone. Actually, I don’t usually do this at all. If this was random sex it would be wham, bam, get-in, get-off, get-out. But tonight I’m all about you. Now let me in.”
I obeyed even though I was self-conscious about it. What if he didn’t like the taste? I felt his tongue licking around the outside, just testing the area. He was circling the folds before he plunged in. I put my hands on his head and gently stroked the top of his hair. He tongue slowly began to swirl around, spinning in a slow motion. It gradually picked up steam and began to plunge in and out, like he was fucking me with his tongue as deep as it would go. With every thrust of his tongue my back arched up to meet his rhythm. It didn’t take long before I lost all control. The harder he licked and sucked, the more frantic my movements became until I was clawing at his head to hold him tighter, practically dry humping his face. My breath came in ragged gasps as we both increased our speed. My legs started to shake and I felt the pressure building, desperate to find my release.
“Don’t stop, that feels so good...more…MORE!” I begged. I felt the familiar quiver slowly turn into the explosion of an earthquake followed by little aftershocks. It was beyond amazing. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted something else. I wanted more. “That was a good appetizer, now give me the main course,” I insisted. Thankfully, he was nowhere near done.
After he got me off, he moved his way up toward my mouth. “I want you to know how fucking incredible you taste,” he whispered as his tongue parted my lips and darted in. He took it out and re-entered even deeper, spreading the flavor that was uniquely my own. It tasted sweet and sour both at the same time. I reached down to take his length in my hands. I wanted my turn with him, but he stopped me. “No. If you start stroking me like that, this is going to be over before it even starts.”
“That’s not fair,” I whispered as I kissed his neck and then went back to his mouth, “I want you to enjoy yourself, too.”
“My satisfaction comes from getting you off. Don’t worry, I’ll get my turn.” He left the room and went into the kitchen to get my box of condoms off the table. I heard the sound of ripping paper as he returned.
“This is your last chance to change your mind, Violet. I don’t want you to have any regrets. If I do anything that you don’t like, then you have to tell me, ok?” He would soon find out that I was the furthest thing from shy in the bedroom. I know what I like and I have no problem barking out orders like a drill sergeant.
“My only regret would be if we stopped. I want you to finish what you started. Fuck me.” I didn’t have to tell him twice. He expertly rolled on the condom and positioned himself on top of me, ready to plunge in. I held my hand up to his chest and made one last admission.
“I want you to know that you’re only the second person I’ve ever done this with. I’ve only known you a few weeks but you’re already one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t do this with just anyone. You’re special, ok?”
He rested his forehead on mine and took a deep breath. “I know Violet. I know what this means, what you’re trusting me with. This isn’t casual sex. I’m marking my territory. You’re mine. I’m not going anywhere. I belong to you.” He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. He kissed me softly once and then again with reckless abandon. I grabbed his ass with both my hands and that was all the encouragement he needed. He entered me with a cautious restraint. I could tell it took all his willpower to hold back and not plunge in.
“Are you okay?” he asked with concern. “Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels good. Go deeper, but slowly.” He moved in and out with a slow rhythm, to get me familiar with his length.
“Violet, you’re so wet and so tight. You have no idea how good you feel right now. There’s no way I’m going to last as long as you deserve, but don’t hold it against me. I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”
I wasn’t listening to whatever it was he said. I was busy concentrating on how his cock filled me up and how I was going to come in about five seconds. I was already soaking wet from his tongue action, so I had a major head start on another orgasm.
“More,” I demanded, “Go deeper, faster, MORE.” He began to speed up his rhythm and go deeper while sucking on my breast at the same time. I felt myself start to come again and I ordered, “Don’t stop. Please…don’t stop!” He kissed me and I moaned into his mouth while the familiar sensation built up between my legs. I felt the eruption of my orgasm followed by the quivering waves that followed. I grabbed his shoulders and ran my nails down his back. He took both of my hands in one of his and held them over my head.
“If you touch me anymore like that,” he warned, “it’s going to push me right over the edge.” He tipped his head down and ravaged my breasts again, alternating from licking to sucking to teasing to biting. I didn’t like the fact that I couldn’t touch him.
“Let me go. I don’t have any fancy moves, but at least let me touch you,” I pleaded.
“I don’t need any moves. All I need is your hot wet pussy. You’re more than I can handle as it is.” He continued to hold my hands down while he plunged in and out. I went crazy. I wildly bucked under him, arching up to meet his every thrust. He stopped and begged, “You’re going to have to take it easy. It’s been awhile. I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Then don’t. I want to come again. Hard and fast and messy. I want you to come with me. Please. Don’t hold back.” He growled and started pounding into me, getting more intense with each thrust. He grabbed my leg and hiked it up to penetrate me as deeply as possible. I moaned and flailed underneath him, moving in time to his rhythm, taking what I needed. “More, MORE, YES…DONT STOP, YOU”RE GONNA MAKE ME COME…YES, ROCKY, YES!” I screamed, “NOW NOW NOW!”
My orgasm erupted like a volcano. It was way more powerful than I had ever had before. I screamed his name over and over again. There was no way he could hold on after the sensation of my pussy clenching around his cock and he growled, “Violet! FUCK. I CAN’T STOP. YES, BABY, YES.” Rocky shuddered and finally gave in, finding his release.
He collapsed on the bed next to me, both of us paralyzed after that passionate workout. Our breaths came in ragged gasps like those of a marathon runner after a ten mile race. It felt like my entire body was covered in sweat. One glance at Rocky confirmed that he was just as glistening as I. My legs were still shaking and useless to carry me to the bathroom.
“I can’t move,” I confessed. “You killed me. I’m dead. You fucked the life right out of me.”
“Is that good or bad?” he asked as he rolled out of bed to dispose of the condom in my bathroom garbage.
“It’s fucking marvelous, that’s what it is! I don’t even know my own name. It was incredible. Normally it’s like an earthquake that does some damage, but this was like a volcano that erupted spewing molten lava and killing half the town.” That about sums it up. I hastily added, “Yours was ok too, right?” What if it wasn’t? Oh shit. He only had one person to compete against for the title of “best fuck of my life” but there was no telling how many people I had to contend with.
He returned to bed and snuggled up against me, his arm draped over my still-naked body. “No, Violet, it wasn’t okay. It was mind blowing. It was lose-control-of-myself unbelievable. Let me put it in perspective for you. If you go to the bar and just bring home some random chick to bang, all you’re thinking about is getting her back to her place--never your place because you don’t want her tur
ning into a stalker. You try to get her off, get yourself off, and get the hell out of there. It’s just a release because you don’t know her and you don’t know what she likes, nor do you give a fuck to waste the time to find out. And when I was with...the one that I left New York to get away from...I was only there out of a sense of obligation. I never went down on her. I kept looking at the clock to see if I did my duty long enough, and then it was a struggle to get off because I couldn’t stand her. It was hell trying to think of something else to get me excited so I’d finish. But with you…damn…the only thought racing through my head was, ‘Fuck…she feels so wet and so tight...don’t come, don’t come…Damn….this is going to last thirty seconds….not yet, not yet.’ I never lose control of myself like that. It’s embarrassing how long I lasted. Don’t hold it against me, ok? I’ll do better next time. I promise.” That was a lot of information. Evidently post-sex Rocky was a talker. Interesting.
“Better than that would kill me,” I confessed. It would take a long time to wipe this smile off my face. But I had more questions. “Why did you stay with the girl if you hated her so much? And weren’t you ever serious with anyone else?” I wanted to know his history. I wonder if he would tell me without me coming right out and asking what his number was.
“Yeah, I had some girlfriends in high school that I saw pretty steady. I dated some girls in my early twenties, but it was all just for fun. The longest one probably lasted six months. I never saw myself settling down with any of them. Sergio was always getting girls and I never got anywhere near the action he did. Don’t get the wrong idea about me picking up a girl, getting it in, and moving on. Anyone I ever hooked up with, I always made sure they enjoyed it. As for why I stayed with the girl I hated...it’s complicated. I’m not getting into that right now. I just want to lay here with you and drift off to sleep with a smile on my face. Today was a good day. It doesn’t get any better than this, Violet. If you would have told me two weeks ago that we would end up like this, I never would have believed you.”
I somehow forced myself to go to the bathroom and clean up. I pondered his words. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d end up like this either. I didn’t know if he was truthful about going down on me because I was special or not. I didn’t really care. I just had totally exhilarating sex with an irresistible bad boy. He was right. Today really was a good day. I returned to bed and got under the covers. Rocky rolled over to spoon me and said, “What are you thinking about? You got awful quiet over there. Not having any regrets, are you? You probably think I’m a pig for what I said before about going home with random girls from the bar and stuff?”
“Nah, I know how guys are. Especially ones that look as good as you. I’m sure you had girls throwing themselves at you left and right. I never expected you to be a saint.”
Rocky sighed. “It’s not as many as you think it was. I told you that Sergio was the charmer and I typically stood in the background. Most girls were not impressed with me because I never talked and had a menacing look about me. I don’t want you feeling like you’re just a notch on my belt. You told me that I’m only the second person you’ve ever been with. In fairness, my number is somewhere between twenty and forty.” What the fuck? That’s a pretty big range!
“You never kept count?” I asked doubtfully. I would think that’s something you’d remember.
“The exact number is probably near the high twenties. I got the most action in my teenage years, a little less in my early twenties, and not a damn thing in the last three years. Until now. Let me tell you, that was definitely worth the wait.”
“Mmhmm,” I mumbled.
“Are you falling asleep?” he accused.
“Yeah, why? That took a lot out of me.” It’s sleepy time.
“You’re the one who loves to talk and ask eighty-seven questions. I figured you’d have to analyze your feelings and shit like that.”
“Nope,” I said, pausing to yawn. “I feel completely satisfied, nothing to analyze about that. And my only question was how many others you’d been with. High twenties is a decent number. It’s respectable. Now can we go to sleep?”
Rocky whispered in my ear, “Yes, we can go to sleep. Just know that you were excellent tonight and there’s no one I would rather have falling asleep in my arms. You’re beautiful and you’re mine. Sweet dreams, Violet.”
Sunday Morning, Week Two
I woke to the sight of sun peeking through my window shades and a delightful man happily staring at me.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“I was just marveling at the decibel level with which you snore. It’s somewhere between air horn and freight train, but I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
“Yes, thank you. I got the note you left honestly communicating how bad I snore. You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.” I rolled over and kissed him on the cheek. He was having none of that and pulled me into a full embrace. Evidently morning breath was of no concern to Rocky. I kissed him back and recognized a myriad of different combinations, my taste being one of them. “You still taste like me,” I noted.
“There’s no better taste in the world, Violet. I’m never brushing my teeth again.”
“EW!”
Rocky was saved further gagging on my part when the phone rang. At eight o’clock on a Sunday morning. It was none other than Stella.
“Violet, why haven’t you called me yet? What happened last night after you left the party? Did you have sex? How was it? Did he stay over? I woke up EARLY on a Sunday to call you, so this better be worth it!” she demanded.
“Wow. You’re lucky that I was already half awake. As for the sex...if you want to find out how it was then I can put Rocky on the phone to tell you. He’s right here.” I had to pull the phone away from my ear so I wouldn’t go deaf from the heinous screech she emitted. Rocky made a face and shook his head at me. I don’t know if he was appalled that I would kiss and tell, or he didn’t appreciate the sound she was making on the other end of the phone.
“Does that mean you don’t want to talk to Stella?” I inquired.
“I don’t really think it’s my place to tell her about her best friend’s performance in bed. You two are fucking weird,” Rocky declared.
“Ok Stella, there you have it. Rocky won’t kiss and tell. Anything else I can do for you today?” I knew she was going to kill me for this. I didn’t care.
“You will go into another room RIGHT NOW, Violet. Do you hear me?” Stella demanded.
“Fine, I’m walking you into the bathroom to pee.” I did exactly that. “Ok, he can’t hear anymore. The sex was atomic. Best I ever had. He’s HUGE and he had all the right moves. He went downtown and couldn’t get enough of that. It was explosive. I used a condom. He slept over. He was very respectful and didn’t do any freaky shit. It was heavenly. What else do you need to know?” I felt that pretty much summed it up.
“What does he look like naked and did you have to ask him to stay, or did he just do it on his own? What are your plans for the rest of the day? Are you in a relationship now? Did he have any weird moves? Did you freak out and hesitate and act all Violet-y?”
“He’s built like a Greek God, muscles on top of muscles. He was actually quite chatty after sex. He stayed without my asking. Not sure what we’re doing today. I’d say that we’re in a relationship because he keeps calling me his girl. He didn’t have any weird moves. Violet-y is NOT a word and certainly not a VERB and no, I was normal.”
“Impressive on all counts! Everyone was talking about you after you left the party.”
“What did they say?”
“They wanted to know about the drool-worthy man with Violet.”
“Ah! Who said that?”
“Max’s sister. Marjorie and my mom also thought you two looked very good together. It was sweet.”
“Ok, thanks. I’m done taking a piss and I can’t be in the bathroom all day. I’ll talk to you later, ok? Bye!” I hung up and went back to the d
ude in my bed. He was staring at me and patted the bed.
“Come back to bed, Violet. Did you finish the recap with Stella? I hope my performance rated high enough not to embarrass me.”
“I didn’t give it a number,” I confessed as I crawled into bed next to him, “but if I did, it would have been a solid ten. Stella asked what we were doing today and if we were in a relationship now.” Probably shouldn’t have said that relationship part. “She also wanted to know if I got all Violet-y and freaked out afterwards.”
“Violet-y? I really like that. I’m going to have to start using that now. I hope you told her that we definitely ARE in a relationship. I swear I’m going to have to get a tattoo of your name before you believe that I’m serious about you.” Ooh. He was serious!
“Ok. Where are you getting my name tattooed then? Please don’t say you’re getting a violet put on your ass. That would be rude.” I would actually be impressed with that.
“You make jokes all the time when I’m trying to be serious, do you realize that?” Rocky looked at me intently. I couldn’t read his expression.
“That’s what I do. I joke all the time, especially when it’s not appropriate. Maybe I get nervous and that’s how I deal with stuff. What are you trying to be serious about, exactly?”
