The Lottery

by Alexandra O'Hurley

  Karlyn was still too naïve to know exactly what more would fully consist of, but she understood the need regardless. She wasn’t completely stupid, comprehending the mechanics of the act, but until the final act, she was none the wiser. The thought of him filling her was all she could imagine, and she would die without him inside her.

  Rising up on his arms, he kissed her lips. He tasted of her, and she whimpered as he deepened the kiss.

  “So, woman on top?” Looking up at him, her innocence got the best of her for a moment. Fear struck inside her breast, as she thought of herself awkwardly astride him, not knowing what to do.

  “No.”

  “No? So what do you want?”

  She stared at him, not knowing how to voice her desires, afraid he would laugh at her naïveté. Grasping his forearms, she tried to pull him towards her, willing him to understand her without having to speak.

  “Not yet, tell me what you want me to do.”

  “You know what I want.”

  “Yes I do, but I need you to say it.”

  “You want me to beg?”

  “I’m not demanding you beg. I just want you to ask me for what you want.”

  “Fuck me. Please, before I die.”

  With that, he slid between her legs and rested the head of his cock at her wet entrance. He stopped, and she wiggled her hips, wanting him to enter her desperately. He would not move, and she looked at him beseechingly. She raised her hips, sliding him inside her a fraction of an inch. It wasn’t enough and still he would not move.

  “You are killing me. Please, Ethan, I need you.”

  With that, he slowly began to work his cock inside her. Stretching her muscles over his amazing erection; he filled her body inch by glorious inch. She demanded more, pulling at his ass and hips, stretching her body to swallow his cock faster, her whole body lifting from the bed to meet his. Her eyes met his as he completely filled her.

  A shiver raced down her spine as he rested a moment, cradled in her heat. Bringing one of her trembling hands to his face, he kissed her palm before wrapping her hand around his neck. Moving both of his palms to rest on her hips, he slowly pulled from her before slowly pressing back inside her. The current of movement ignited her once more, and she pressed forward to meet his thrust.

  Even in her rawness, her body knew what it wanted. She bucked beneath him, her inner wanton exploding in freedom. She pushed her body towards completion, straining against the welcomed weight of his heavy cock filling her.

  She pressed against him once more, her hands biting into the flesh of his back as she felt the first wave of a mind shattering orgasm come crashing over her. Tingling from her toes on up through the rest of her body, the sensation whipped through her, rending a scream of pleasure from her lips. As a smaller wave crested through her, Ethan pulled her tightly against him and erupted inside her depths. His breathing echoed hers until she wasn’t sure which ones were hers.

  Dropping to his side and pulling her with him, they lay entangled beside each other. She was breathless and limp, exhausted with the fervor of their activities. Ethan ran one hand up and down her back, as he lifted one of her legs over his hip. He was still firmly planted inside her, and she felt her pussy spasm in mini trembles around the length of his cock. Inhaling the heady scent of their sweat and sex, she branded it into her head, hoping the memories would be enough to sustain her in the long empty years she faced.

  He continued to stroke her body in slow swirls of his fingertips, and combined with the exertion of their lovemaking and the safety she felt in his arms, she felt fatigue settling in. Her breathing finally evened out, and with a sigh, fell asleep in his arms.

  ****

  Karlyn awoke in the early morning hours; soreness filled her body. Her mound ached and as she became more alert, she realized she was pressed against a magnificent chest. Then she felt Ethan’s cock laying against the mouth of her channel, and it was awakening as well, lengthening slowly. He still held her tightly in his arms, their legs intertwined. Moving her hips slightly, she was able to move his cock back inside her pussy. Muscles stretching and tightening around his cock, her pussy was unaccustomed to such use.

  She contemplated how things had changed so fast. She had always felt a strong attraction to him, but they had gone from nipping and barking at each other to friendship to falling into bed within a couple of weeks. Was this just him acting out his role of companion being acted out for her?

  Maybe there was no more to it than that. But she didn’t care one way or another; she loved the things he could do to her body. And damn it, Sam was right. This may be her one and only chance for happiness, so she was going to enjoy it, and as often as her body would allow.

  His cock began to pulse in between her legs as it stirred of life. She squeezed the tender muscles there, and felt him move below her. Sliding deeper within her, he moaned as his eyes fluttered open.

  “Keep moving like that and I won’t be able to contain myself. I’ll ravage your body again.”

  “Something wrong with that?”

  “Only that you are new at this, and I don’t want to hurt you. I pushed my luck staying inside of you when we fell asleep, I am sure you are sore. But you felt too good to pull out of. I could stay in your heat forever.”

  Karlyn knew forever was not a possibility and that she needed to keep her head about her. Maybe another round of lovemaking wasn’t the best idea, not until she could get her thoughts together. He was only here for a year, and she didn’t want to be heartsick for the rest of her life. She had seen too many women have that very problem after contracts were over and they could not afford new studs. Most women got one shot, and that was if they were very lucky. He was only here because of the lottery, not because he had chosen her. He was here to do a job.

  A job he did incredibly well, of course, and she needed to keep the terms of this arrangement as professional as possible. She wondered how so many women did this, trading in one man for the other, treating them like a commodity. She needed to remember this was a business arrangement. Otherwise, well, she wouldn’t want to imagine what could happen.

  Pulling herself from him, the pop of his cock releasing from her wet heat was almost enough to shatter her concentration. She started a mental laundry list of the things she needed to do, instead of what she wanted to be doing with him. If she overdosed on him right now, she knew that she could become addicted to his sweet kisses and his big cock.

  Strong hands grasped her back, sliding his cock back home. “Where do you think you might be heading?”

  “I have a lot to do today, Ethan.”

  “Stop thinking so much.” With that he rolled over so she was under him again. He grasped both of her hands in one of his, and moved them above her head. His other hand started to graze over her body. The show of strength made her shiver. She knew that most women preferred to take control over the sexual relationships they had with men, but her whole body trembled with the knowledge he was overpowering her.

  “Hmmm…I see you like. I shall have to remember that for the future.” An evil smile crossed his face just before he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth.

  Karlyn never imagined having a man in her bed would ever feel this good. He lay within the curve of her mound, rubbing his hard cock along the length of her still-wet pussy. All thought left her mind as she reveled in the feel of him sliding along her pussy. Moisture pooled again readying her for him.

  Moving his head to her other breast, he laved the nipple, bringing it to a point, while he continued to hold her down on the bed. Fire raced from her breasts to the clit that was getting full attention from the near bursting head of his cock. Toes curling, she was past ready for him.

  “You may have been a virgin, but I think you may be one of the most passionate women I have ever been with. Every time I touch you, your pussy cries out for me. The scent of your arousal almost drives me insane. No woman has ever succumbed to my touches like you have. Inside that prim and proper b
ody holds a wildcat, and I want to set her free.”

  “I may not have ever had a man, but I am a woman with needs. I have brought myself to orgasm before. I think I would have gone insane at this point in my life without some sort of release.”

  “You touch yourself?” A tremor ran through him, and she realized her words had sparked it. It made her feel powerful. “You are going to be the death of me, woman. Show me how you touched yourself.”

  “Wha…What?”

  “Show me the touches that made you come. Show me what you like so I can bring you the same pleasure.” Sitting back on his haunches, he watched her, as the muscles in his body clenched in restraint.

  “What about your pleasure?”

  “Seeing your pleasure pleases me. Now show me how you touch yourself. Teach me.”

  Seeing the look in his eyes, and empowered with the fact that this was affecting him in a pleasurable way, she slowly pulled her fingers from his grasp and slid them down her body. First stopping at both breasts, she squeezed the globes with trembling fingers before grasping and pulling each nipple hard. Sucking in a breath, she arched her back, only heightened knowing he watched.

  Leaving one hand to pull and pinch at her nipple, she let the other hand roam further south, rubbing through the tight curls at her pussy. Moisture flowed and she felt the tops of her thighs coated with her lust. Breaking through the full lips that covered her clit, she opened herself for him to view.

  Inhaling strongly as he watched her intimate touch, his cock jumped and when she looked down, she saw the weeping moisture leaking from the near purple head of his phallus. Becoming bolder as she knew he was enjoying the show, she brought her other hand down to open the petals of labia while her other hand began to work her swollen clit. Nearly jumping off the bed from the intense pleasure, she looked to him again and saw him rubbing the length of his dick, the hunger in his eyes enough to make the desire within her triple, his hooded eyes and soft mouth a thing of beauty. She knew that expression would have to be painted one day.

  Lowering the hand holding her open to his view, she slowly slid a single finger towards her pussy. Shallowly, she rubbed the outer rim of her sex, bringing the moisture she gathered up to her clit. Eyes interlocked with his, she continued to rub her clit with vigor, as she watched him pump his beautiful cock in his hand.

  Nearing the pinnacle a powerful storm gathered in her core. Watching him, as he watched her was a powerful aphrodisiac, and she had never become this aroused when touching herself. Just as she felt the first waves of her release come over her, he rolled back on top of her and impaled himself in her pussy, heightening the climax as he rubbed the tender tissue inside. Screams cried out from her as tears streamed down her face. Each wave was stronger and more overwhelming then the last.

  Rolling her with him as her orgasm subsided, he pushed her in the seated position above him and she moved her hips immediately creating the rhythm she needed. Raising his hands to her breasts, he recreated the movements she had made earlier, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She loved the borderline pleasure-pain his ministrations brought, and she arched herself into his hands, not wanting him to stop.

  Her pelvis rubbed against him, giving a sublime friction on her clit, and the angle in which she sat allowed his cock to hit the perfect spot within her channel. It was almost too much pleasure, and she felt another orgasm build, one that had the potential to break her. A few more strokes of his fingers and his cock and she exploded around him. Wave after incredible wave broke, and seconds later she felt him burst inside her.

  Falling on top of him, out of breath and overwhelmed, Karlyn knew her abstinence had been worthwhile. This man played her body like an instrument, and she would not want it any other way. Too bad she realized at that very moment that she had completely fallen head over heels for him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Karlyn stood staring at the blank canvas for her fifth and final painting for the community center. Her mind could not stop reliving the passion filled night and morning she had just experienced. Body humming with pleasure, she ached in all the right places. Each spot reminded her again of a certain moment from the night before. But her sexual exploits had no business influencing the painting she needed to complete, so she shook her head to free herself from the thoughts.

  She had made a few sketches for this piece days before, so she really did know what it was she wanted to paint, but she just could not focus on the task at hand. Thoughts of Ethan consumed her. Throwing down her paintbrush, she dropped heavily into the huge chair in the studio contemplating what she needed to do to erase all this.

  Knowing that he was spending this last day with Bailey before her surgery helped Karlyn clear some of the dirty thoughts she had been having. She needed to focus on that. His sister was seriously ill, lying in a bland white room in the hospital and the outlook was not good. No matter how many times Ethan had said Bailey would be fine, she recognized the scared look on his face.

  The bland white room just depressed Karlyn. Having always had bright colors around her in her art, she hated sterile. Despised it, in fact. A thought came to mind, and she understood just what she had to do.

  Moving to the low ceilinged corner of the upstairs studio, she reached the storage area. She had many paintings there accumulated over the years as pieces she could not sell, or were just quick pieces she did as studies for other paintings, experiments in style, texture, and color. She knew just the two she wanted and searched through the piles leaning against the red brick wall.

  Finding the first, a great landscape piece, she moved it to the side while she continued to look. The painting had been done in the height of spring, when all the wildflowers on the hillside had been in bloom, a cacophony of colors in the field of pale green below the beautiful azure sky. The painting had been one of her favorites and she had never been able to part with it, but considering the circumstances, she felt that Bailey could appreciate it much more.

  Continuing to dig, she came across another she hadn’t considered. She had painted this one while still at home with her parents. Her father had often escorted her to the park and assisted in the treachery her mother thought her art was. A soft pond with water lilies abloom shaded by a plethora of weeping willows had graced her neighborhood park and she had always loved playing there as a child. And the fact her father had been there made her smile just that much more. She would definitely share this one with Bailey.

  Throwing both into a satchel, she threw on a fluffy vest and scarf to hide a little bit of her paint splattered outfit. She needed to finish her work when she got back, so there was no point in changing her clothing. Rushing out the door, she bounded down the stairs, a bounce to her step. Excitement rushed through her veins, hoping Bailey would appreciate the additional color and life.

  Passing through the busy city streets, she made a detour to the farmer’s market and traveled straight to the flower vendor. Spotting a bright bunch of wildflowers with rainbow hues, she grasped it and quickly paid for it. Spying a junk dealer a couple of stalls down, she bought an old glass vase and tried to wait patiently while the vendor wrapped it in old newspaper before handing her the bag.

  Nearly skipping the rest of the way to the hospital, Karlyn finally arrived, goods in hand. Bounding up the brick staircase, she entered the doors. She piled into the elevator with several others, and then suddenly recalled the last trip in this elevator. Although it had not been sexual, Ethan’s warm, caressing hand on her back had been quite sensual and caused a blush to pass over her face when she remembered the lovemaking the pair had shared the night before.

  Once on the correct floor, she excused her way through the amassed throng of people and made her way into the corridor. Sauntering towards Bailey’s room, she ducked her head in once she arrived to see Ethan sitting beside his sister, deep in discussion. Knocking softly on the door, she cleared her throat softly. Two pairs of eyes turned towards her and both mouths smiled. One particular set of eyes capture
d hers much more than the other and she felt her heart start to beat a little more quickly.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt; I know you two wanted to spend some quality time together today, so I shall be brief.”

  Bailey smiled at her and turned to her brother, watching him intently as he looked into Karlyn’s eyes. “Come in, you are not interrupting anything; I appreciate having people to talk to. It’s quite depressing in here.”

  As Karlyn walked through the door grasping her gifts, she smiled. “My thoughts exactly. Which is why I am here.” She sat the satchel against the wall and brought the flowers toward Bailey. “I thought this room could use some cheering up. I know you will be here for a little while recuperating from your surgery, so you need something colorful in here.”

  Grasping the flowers from her hands, Bailey’s wide eyes and smile were thanks enough. “Oh, Karlyn, they are lovely. Thank you so much.”

  “That’s not all, but let me unwrap the vase and get them into some water.”

  “Here, let me.” Ethan grasped the bag from Karlyn’s hands and grazed the back of his hand against her cheek. A whispered thank you and the look that he gave her was enough to make the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. Bailey sat watching the exchange with full attention, a sly smile twisting her lips.

  Her attention back on Bailey after being lost in Ethan’s gaze, she began pulling her satchel open at the foot of the bed. “No offense, but as soon as I walked into this room, I felt almost claustrophobic. The plain white walls are hideous. So I brought something that will hopefully improve your stay a bit.”

  Pulling the first canvas up and around so the siblings could see it, they both stopped in their tracks and stared. It was the field of wildflowers piece that Karlyn loved dearly.