by C. C. Morian
It seemed so incongruous, Melissa thought. Here she was, having an almost businesslike conversation about something so personal, so erotic, so intimate.
She shifted in the chair again, her body telling her to get on with it. “I want you everywhere.”
In one swift motion Marcus was up, reaching across the table and taking her arm, practically lifting her out of the chair, manhandling her across the room. “Let’s see,” he growled in her ear. “Last night I came in your mouth. Today I came in your pussy.” He had Melissa near the bed now, her back to him. He let his hands slip away. “What’s left?”
He was going to make her say it. “My ass,” she whispered.
“I can’t quite hear you. Where do you want it?”
Melissa could barely stand, her legs were shaking uncontrollably, only the bed in front of her and Marcus’s firm body behind her holding her up, keeping her from collapsing. “I want you in my ass.” Her voice was a dry whisper.
She felt Marcus step away and she swayed and nearly fell. Melissa had dreamt of this, she had fantasized about this so many times, but never allowing herself to imagine it could happen again, not after so many years with Richard.
“You have to show me where you want it,” Marcus ordered.
Slowly, because if she moved quickly she thought she might faint, Melissa unbelted the robe and let it slip to the floor. All her fears suddenly came back, her insecurities about her ass, the nightstand lamp shining on it, highlighting it for Marcus.
He didn’t say anything, and she involuntarily squeezed her butt muscles, as if that would make it more attractive for him, dreading what he was thinking, that maybe he was having second thoughts about everything, that maybe he would just leave, go back to the petite blonde and her tight, perfect ass. Melissa, in as good a shape as she was, would be no match.
Had Marcus fucked the blonde in the ass?
He made her stay like that, for what seemed an eternity, Melissa’s mind all over the place, her body already launched on its own fantasy trip, her nipples hardening on their own, her pussy way past wet.
Finally he said, “You have to show me where you want it.”
Marcus was dragging this out, maybe he knew about her insecurities about her ass, or maybe he didn’t care. Or maybe he actually liked what he saw.
Melissa bent over. Feeling completely and helplessly in his power, even though he wasn’t even touching her, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks.
Just the position made her even wetter, the total surrender of it.
Marcus made her wait, a torture in itself. Finally Melissa heard the blissful sound of his belt being unbuckled, his pants sliding down. She wanted so much to turn to him, to see how he was responding to her offering herself up this way.
His legs grazed her calves, his strong hands on her hips, his very touch giving her a threatening chill.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded. “And get up on your toes.”
Melissa complied to his order, bracing herself, trembling.
Marcus bent over her, bringing his mouth to her ear. “Do you remember how I taught you how to take it, without lube, just with your own juices?”
She nodded quickly. She could feel his cock now, its shaft lying across the crack in her ass, a rod. She pushed back, hungry for it, reaching down with her hand, guiding him along her pussy, wide open now because of the way she had spread herself. She parted her pussy lips with the head of his cock, coating it with her juices, back and forth. Slowly she took him in her, pulling him inside, back and forth, her body rushing to produce more slippery lubrication even as she gave it up, as if it knew what she needed. Now he was deep in her, his hips on her ass, where she really wanted him.
Just a little more. . .
Melissa couldn’t wait, she leaned forward, letting him out, and she shoved her hand inside herself, scooping up her fluid, rubbing it over his cock, she was soaked. She did it again, then took him in her all the way one more time.
She stood on her toes, as high as she could, and once again reached back to spread herself open, shifting her legs until she felt the tip of his cock at her quivering opening.
His hands were on her hips again, holding her, the head of his cock a promise at the door of her ass.
“Marcus!”
He didn’t respond, his cock teasing her, driving her insane.
“Please! Give it to me!”
Only now did he move forward, ever so slightly, and Melissa braced herself, and even though it had been years and years, she remembered exactly what she needed to do, how to open herself. She forced herself to relax, it was impossible, but she did what she could, opening herself from within.
A little more of him slipped in, and even with all her preparation, her fluid, it was too much, he was too big, she was too tight for him, too tense, too expectant. “No!” she wailed, a mix of pain and disappointment.
Melissa felt him freeze in place, not releasing her, but for the moment, heeding her wish. “Make up your mind woman,” he hissed.
She let go her ass and reached back for his hips. “Don’t stop. Just go slow. It’s been a while.”
“How long?”
“You were the last one,” she breathed. “The only one.”
Melissa wanted to be looking at him, to see him do this to her, but she knew she’d never be able to take him in that position, not now. She felt him start to move again, inching forward, no, not inching, parts of an inch, slowly, inexorably, surely. . .
Just before he broke though the entrance, the tightest part, the painful part, the glorious, surrendering part, she heard him say, “Maybe that’s why I’m here, Melissa. You surprise me.”
She knew why he said that, because it had always been her favorite with him, being able to take his huge cock in her ass, at first the newness of it, the exciting taboo, and then the complete and total intimacy of this act.
Marcus was surprised not that she wanted it, but that she had lived without it.
And she was too, yet all the while knowing that with anyone else, especially with Richard, it would never be the same.
Marcus moved forward, and Melissa fought the urge to push back onto him, her body protecting her, knowing she was not ready.
But she wanted it so much.
“Count to one hundred,” he said.
Melissa started to count in her head, marveling at his control, and with each passing second he was deeper inside her. At twenty she started to feel the pain, most of her wetness gone, or not helping, not enough to overcome his girth. At thirty it started to really hurt, and though she knew the pain would be fleeting she felt her muscles tighten on their own accord, and she had to grit her teeth to keep herself open. At forty she thought she was going to feint, her nerves were screaming at her to stop, to end this, one way or another. She forced herself to use the secret Marcus had taught her, to do the opposite of what her instincts told her, and instead of closing up to instead push out, to truly open herself, to give herself up.
At fifty he stopped.
Marcus was leaving her at the precipice, halfway between agony and ecstasy, and now she could no longer bear the waiting, and she pulled his hips forward at the same time she pushed back against him, and suddenly he was in, the pain flaring, searing, stabbing, and then it was over, not gone, but overwhelmed by the incredible sensation of his cock inside her, not all the way in, not by a long way, but past that point of violation.
“What do you want me to do now?” said Marcus.
“I want you to fuck me,” she gasped, and she let go his hips and braced herself on the bed, bending over all the way, still on her toes, wanting this, her desire to have him fuck her this way even more than wanting him in her pussy.
“Fuck you where?”
“In the ass, Marcus, fuck me in the ass.” Now she moved back against him with abandon, feeling him go deeper, deeper, the pain flaring again, fighting with the pleasure, back and forth.
Her clit screamed for attention, but Me
lissa ignored it as best she could, if Marcus wasn’t going to touch it then she wasn’t going to either, not yet, she didn’t want any distraction from the pure intensity of his utter violation of her.
“Are you to one hundred yet?”
His voice was matter of fact, but Melissa could hear the hidden pleasure, it was more than his cock that was excited, this was not just physical. “I lost count,” she gasped.
Marcus started to pull back. “Maybe we need to start over.”
Melissa grabbed for him, but he was too fast, and he was out, the relief from the pressure immediately overwhelmed by her desire to have him back in her. “Please,” she breathed, “give it to me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he said, and this time he drove his cock into her, past the opening, rushing past the tightest spot, beyond where he had been before. Melissa constricted involuntarily, inviting back the pain, and she had to force herself to open up, and the ache was gone, and now the utter, indefinable completeness of being full, full in a way that nothing else could ever possibly compare to.
Melissa froze, supported by her arms, breathing deep, reveling in it, the closeness, the animalistic, primal acceptance, the female being dominated while still a willing participant.
“It’s time,” said Marcus, and he began to move in and out, back just to the point of where the relief would come from the pressure, but no more, then in again, controlled, yet increasing in intensity, faster and faster, until the cycle of pain pleasure pain fullness all ran together into a harmony of responses.
Only now did Melissa reach for her clit, she wanted to be part of this, but Marcus slapped her hand away, denying her. “I want you to feel only this,” he said, and now the tension in his voice was palpable.
He thrust all the way into her, so far that the pain began again, not even he had ever been so deep in her, and Melissa bit her lip, this was fullness beyond full. Over and over he drove himself into her, so hard that she grasped at the sheets like a lifeline.
Marcus reached around her, his big fingers spreading the lips of her pussy, the heel of his hand pushing up against her clit. Not rubbing it, just pressing.
Melissa’s shoved herself against his hand, her pussy finally getting some attention, but Marcus held her tight, she couldn’t move up and down. He pulled her back toward him, his hand a vise against her clit, squeezing her body between his hand and his hips, she was being compressed, his cock in her ass driving her forward, and his hand on her clit driving her back.
Marcus slid back slowly and then he drove all the way into her, and Melissa gasped, and then he held her, completely motionless, she swore she could feel him swelling, and she held her breath, waiting, waiting, like a balloon filled to bursting, and then he was shooting his hot cum into her ass, she could actually feel it, the pulsing of his cock, the powerful release.
Marcus moved his hand ever so slightly, the sharp edge of his wrist pulling across her clit, and that was all it took, she exploded, her orgasm combining with his, her muscles so hypercharged that even Marcus could not hold her back, and she drove her pussy against his hand, bringing her beyond everything, even as she felt the powerful thrust of his last spasms.
For a long moment neither one of them moved, Melissa bent over the bed, on her arms, but mostly held up by Marcus, his arm around her hips, his hand between her thighs.
Melissa fought to catch her breath, her legs ready to give out. If Marcus had not been holding her she would have collapsed. Slowly Marcus started to pull out.
“Keep it there.” Melissa’s voice was hoarse.
He stopped, and Melissa turned her head, she wanted to see his face, she wanted to know how this had affected him. He was staring at her, a small drop of sweat on his forehead, his nostrils flared, his eyes a little wide.
Melissa smiled at him. “Not bad, huh?”
“Maybe I don’t need the rocket scientist after all,” he said offhandedly. He began to pull back again.
“I said keep it there,” said Melissa. She grabbed his arm and purposefully slid forward, pulling him down with her onto the bed, holding his cock in her ass.
She felt his weight on her, and she used her other arm to pull him even more on top of her. She lay prone on the bed, her legs together now, still totally aware of his cock in her, his legs covering hers, his broad back completely blanketing her body. She turned her head, her hair brushing his neck.
She slid her arms beneath herself and squirmed around until she was absolutely covered by him.
Melissa didn’t think it would be possible to be closer to someone physically than she was right then, every bit of the skin on her back and sides touching him in some way, every nerve being compressed.
And with Marcus still so deep in her, as if they had fused together.
Part of her wished she could stay like that forever, that she could keep this impossible connection with him, with anyone. Maybe not in the physical sense, but the feeling of it, the utter and absolute togetherness.
Her breathing finally returned to something like normal; though she felt his weight, she knew Marcus was holding himself up to keep from crushing her. But Melissa’s heart was still pounding, she could feel it reverberate against her chest, sending out a beacon to Marcus, as if she needed a reminder of how her body had responded.
When Melissa could start to think clearly again she realized that Marcus had been holding her longer than she had ever remembered, this was almost an embrace for him.
“I love it when you fuck me like that,” she said, her voice muffled, not sure if Marcus could hear her.
“I can tell.”
“You always were so observant,” she said. After a moment, she added, “I missed that so much.”
“What part of it?”
“All of it. All of you. You’re like a drug.”
“So that’s what this is, a fix? I’m some kind of addiction?”
“If it is, I realize why people get hooked.” Melissa smiled into the sheets. “Who needs drugs when there is sex?”
“Doesn’t always work this way,” he replied, and Melissa caught just a hint of something in his voice. Wistfulness?
“It does for us. Doesn’t it?”
She didn’t expect him to answer, but he did. “It seems that way.”
Her heart started to pound again, only with Marcus would she be having such a conversation, with him inside her the way he was.
Melissa clenched her ass muscles, grabbing at his cock. “Better not fight it then.” She squeezed again, feeling the first twitches of his response.
“Damn it, woman, you want it again?” Marcus growled.
His voice was so deep Melissa could feel his chest vibrate, making her spine tingle.
“What’s the matter?” she teased. “Can’t you?”
Marcus stiffened, and Melissa wondered if she had gone too far, it would be totally understandable if he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to ask more of his body. But then she felt his cock move, and she knew she had him, he wasn’t pulling out.
She pushed it. “Maybe I need to call Shawn. You know, if you’re done.”
“Fuck Shawn.”
“Maybe I will.”
Marcus let some of his weight fall on her, pressing her into the bed, his way of responding, his way of maintaining control. “Maybe I’ll call the rocket scientist.”
Melissa had to free her lips from the sheet, she was being crushed, but she wouldn’t give in, not that way. “And what? Be embarrassed that you couldn’t get it up again?”
“Melissa.” His voice a warning, but his cock gave him away, he was responding, growing inside her.
“Oh, what’s that?” she asked. “Maybe you’ll get hard enough so I’ll feel it this time.” Melissa pushed back against him, it was like trying to move a brick wall, but even the small movement had its effect, and now Marcus was getting hard inside her, the most amazing feeling, his cock growing, regaining its strength while still in her ass.
“Careful what you
wish for,” he muttered.
“Why? Does that mean I might get it?”
“Sometimes you go too far,” he said, his voice hard.
“You asked me why I was here,” she whispered. “Now you know why you are.” She twisted around. “I want to look at you.”
Marcus let her turn over, his cock sliding from her ass, but she was already reaching for it, its hardness thrilling her, she was doing it for him, and he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to.
Melissa lifted her legs high, spreading them wide, at the same time guiding his cock right back into her ass, pulling it forward, sliding her hips down on the bed toward him.
“I thought you were going to fuck me in the ass,” Melissa hissed.
Marcus looked down on her, she could see the tension of his body and cock reflected in his face. He hesitated just a few seconds, as if deciding what to do, or getting ready. “You asked for it.” He drove into her, no hesitation this time, not waiting to see if she was ready, not trying to draw it out, just impaling her against the bed.
Melissa met his drive, sliding her ass forward, clashing against his cock, feeling it deep. His hips slammed into her, like a machine, his hands wrapped around her ankles, hooking them over his shoulders.
Melissa couldn’t take her eyes off him, watching his entire body turn into a sexual animal, spreading her legs and pounding into her so hard that her breasts slapped against her chest.
As immersed as she was in this, so unable to imagine that she could be thinking of anything else, one question suddenly popped into her mind: What would Richard do if he saw me now?
Another bead of perspiration broke out on Marcus’s forehead, and then more and more, and suddenly he was sweating, and though Melissa was in the most vulnerable position, her ass being hammered by his huge cock, Marcus on the verge of turning into an unworldly beast, still she felt that she was in control. That maybe for the first time ever with Marcus, she was the one in charge.
“Come on Marcus, you call this fucking?” she goaded.
A sound rose up from his chest, almost inhuman, and his eyes darkened, and for just a moment she doubted, wondering what she had awakened. Marcus started fucking her even harder, her nerves so overloaded that the pain no longer registered, it was more than physical now, and when her body finally began to cry out for relief she knew it was from something within her mind and heart and not just her physical senses.
