More than a year had passed since he’d had a sexual partner, and his body was reminding him now – very clearly – about that long abstinence. His cock was fully erect and pushing insistently against the fly of his jeans. And when Lauren began to grind herself against him, he couldn’t determine if the sensation was one of pure, unadulterated pleasure or instead of sweet, sweet pain. His hands slipped down her back to cup her ass, holding her in place as they continued to dry hump each other as if their very lives depended on it.
And then the armful of temptation otherwise known as Lauren startled him yet again by hoisting herself up his body until her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist.
“Bedroom,” she murmured in his ear, her teeth nibbling teasingly on the lobe before she kissed him again.
She was wrapped around him like a vine twined about a tree, with every part of their bodies fused together, and he couldn’t think any longer, could only feel as he began to walk haltingly into the cabin’s sole bedroom. He had to feel his way there blindly, given that his eyes were tightly shut as they continued to kiss with a near desperation, and hoped vaguely that he wouldn’t trip over his own feet. He swore softly as his shins made painful contact with the wooden bedframe, a pain that was quickly forgotten as he tumbled onto the big, soft bed with Lauren still entwined around him.
Ben considered himself a quiet, somewhat introverted man, certainly a loner, and he disliked conflict or confrontation. But those attributes didn’t mean he was also passive or submissive, and definitely not in the bedroom. Every woman he’d ever been with – and there admittedly hadn’t been all that many in his twenty-eight years – had been more than content to let him take the lead, to be the seducer, the dominant.
Now, however, the tempting little spitfire whose small, slender hands were roving greedily over his body, and whose wet, eager mouth was still clinging to his like a starving woman, was knocking him for a loop by being the aggressor. At her urgently murmured instructions, he undressed quickly, his movements jerky and clumsy, made even more so when he was given his first, spectacular glimpse of her bare breasts as she tossed her bikini top aside carelessly.
When they were both naked, their kisses and caresses became even more frantic, their bodies a tangle of arms and legs and lips as they nearly tore up the bed with the urgency of their embrace. He filled his palm with the lush, warm curve of her breast, his thumb teasing the nipple, while her own hands slid over his stomach until she was stroking his rock hard cock with long, slow movements.
“Jesus,” he panted, his hips bucking off the mattress in sync with the stroking of her hand. “Lauren – sweetheart – I need - ”
With a swiftness he wouldn’t have believed possible, she tumbled him back against the pillows, straddling his thighs as she continued to pump his cock.
“You need,” she whispered wickedly, “the exact same thing that I do right now. To fuck. Really, really hard.”
She guided the tip of his throbbing dick to where she was wet and hot and ready, and then shocked him speechless one more time by impaling herself on him with one decisive motion.
“Ah, God!”
Lauren’s gasp was ragged as she remained utterly still for the first time since she’d kissed him out in the great room. When he glanced up at her, the breath stuck in his throat at the glorious sight she made – her slender thighs quivering just a little as she straddled him, as she allowed her body to become used to the feeling of him filling her so completely, stretching her to accommodate his length; the soft nest of her light brown pubic hair just above the spot where their bodies were tightly co-joined; the curve of her belly that was both firm and soft at the same time; those incredible tits, almost too full and firm to be real, but that jiggled enticingly as she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth. Her caramel colored hair was a wild tangle of curls that spilled over her shoulders and back, almost to her tiny waist. There was a pink flush tingeing her skin, one that traveled a path upwards from her belly to her breasts and all the way up to her perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Her green eyes held a dazed expression, almost glassy, and she was breathing unevenly through her lushly full, half-parted lips.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, certainly the sexiest and most seductive, and he couldn’t ever remember being this aroused before. But as she began to move a bit faster, taking him on a slow, sensual ride, his hands suddenly clamped down on her hips, stilling her motions.
“Condom,” he hissed urgently, trying to ignore how incredible it felt to be bare inside of the tightest, hottest pussy he’d ever known, and to concentrate instead on making sure they were both protected.
But she only gave a brief shake of her head, running her palm up his sweat-dampened chest until she was caressing his cheek. “No worries,” she murmured. “Got it all covered, Blue Eyes.”
Any further protest he might have made was swallowed up by the pressure of her mouth against his as she began to ride him in earnest this time. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, the hard points of her nipples poking into his bare skin. His hands slid from her hips to the high, taut curves of her buttocks, urging her to increase the tempo of her movements.
And then Lauren was the one left gasping as Ben swiftly and determinedly took control of things. He rolled her beneath him, crushing her into the mattress with his much bigger body, and letting her know without uttering a single word that he was the one in charge now.
And take control he did – wrapping her legs around his waist with her feet digging into his buttocks as he levered himself up off her body, his biceps straining with the effort. He was now in the perfect position to gaze down and watch her reaction each time he rammed his cock a little deeper, a little harder, inside that tight-as-a-fist pussy. Lauren was panting now, her breathing fast and shallow as her head fell back and her shoulders lifted off the bed. She tried to clasp the back of his neck, to pull his head back down to hers for yet another kiss, but her arms weren’t long or strong enough to get her way. In retaliation, she dug her fingernails into his biceps, but Ben was so far gone by now, so consumed by the unbelievable pleasure of fucking her senseless, that he didn’t even feel the slight pain.
He had never been much of a talker, preferring to express his thoughts and emotions on paper, and he was especially quiet during sex, letting his body do the communicating then. But Lauren – whom he guessed was rarely if ever quiet – was not only a hellcat in bed but a noisy one at that. She groaned and moaned, gasped and panted, alternated between begging him – “Please, Ben, please. Yes, just like that!” – and calling out to some nameless deity – “Oh, God, yes, yes, God, yes! Oh – my – God – fuck, yes!”
She was pulling him along, urging him to go faster and harder in what had already been the wildest ride of his life. It was the dirtiest, most consuming, and – hell, yeah – the most world-rocking sex he’d ever come close to having before, and he wanted it to go on and on, wanted to fuck her for hours before starting it all over again.
But then he felt Lauren’s snug little cunt begin to convulse around his cock, and if he had had any doubts about whether or not she was really having an orgasm, she quickly made it very, very clear about what exactly was happening down there.
“Ohhhh. Ohh, God, yes, yes!” she screamed. “I’m coming, it’s – oh, fuck yes!”
She turned her face to one side, her fingers clamping tightly around his forearms as her teeth sunk into his bicep. Her legs slid bonelessly from where they’d been locked like a vise around his hips, and her eyes closed as the orgasm made her whole body quiver in reaction.
He was at the very end of his limits by now, and despite his desire to prolong the ecstasy as long as possible, he surrendered instead and let it wash through him – coming so hard his balls ached with the effort, emptying himself into her warm, willing body for so long that he couldn’t believe there was even a single drop of semen remaining in his body.
Their skin was slick with perspiration, their chest
s heaving from the intense physical effort of the rough sex, and Ben was in a shell-shocked daze at what had just happened. He’d never fallen into bed with a woman he’d met scarcely an hour earlier, and he’d never – ever – come anywhere near to having the sort of wild, almost primitive sex he’d just shared with Lauren. He lifted his hand, startled to notice it was trembling, and gently stroked the damp, tangled strands of her hair. She was curled up against his side, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and she gave a little grunt at his touch.
“You okay?” His voice was raspy, almost raw, even though he’d barely uttered a word the whole time.
She nuzzled her face deeper against his throat. “Way, way better than okay,” she whispered. “In fact, more okay than I’ve ever been.”
He smiled before pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. “What – exactly,” he asked in awed disbelief, “was that?”
Lauren lifted her head then, propping her chin in her hand as she grinned mischievously. “Honey, don’t tell me a big boy like you never learned about the birds and the bees? Well, see, this is how it works. First, the man takes his - ”
“Brat.” He smacked her on one round, tempting ass cheek, his palm instantly soothing the pinkened flesh even though she’d barely flinched at the contact. “You know what I meant. And by no stretch of the imagination could what just happened be called sex. Sex doesn’t make skyrockets go off in your brain, doesn’t make every single nerve ending in your body come alive. I have never – ever – felt anything close to that before. So, since I’m all out of descriptive phrases here – frankly, I think half my brain cells just got fried – why don’t you tell me what just happened here?”
“Hmm.” She flopped onto her back, her head sharing – actually, hogging – his pillow and began to idly run her palm up and down his arm. “Well, considering that you’re only the fourth guy I’ve ever shagged, I’m not sure that you could call me the ultimate authority on the subject. But what I can say for absolute sure is that it’s never been like that for me, either. Not even close. So,” she turned her head, running her tongue over the small teeth marks she’d imprinted on his bicep, “I would say – in my inexpert opinion, mind you – that what just happened was really, really incredible, toe-curling, mind-numbing, earth-shattering, out of this fucking world, hot, hard, dirty sex. But,” she added teasingly, her hand caressing his still-heaving chest, “since I’m far from an expert on the matter – and not very experienced – I’d say we need to have several repeat performances before I could say for sure.”
Ben laughed weakly. “You don’t make it a habit of inviting trespassers into your home then, huh? Not to mention your bed.”
Lauren rolled her eyes. “If it had been anyone but you out there by the bluffs, I’d have called my neighbor – the off-duty sheriff who always carries some sort of weapon with him 24/7 – to head over and throw your ass off the property. So, no, I’ve never brought a man here to the cabin before. And before you ask the next question, I’ve also never fallen into bed with someone I just met before, either. I’ve always been – well, careful.”
“But not with me.”
She shook her head. “No. Not with you. I could sense right away that I would be safe with you, and I also knew the second I saw your face that this would happen. You never stood a chance, Blue Eyes.”
He grinned at her, capturing the hand that still rested on his chest and drawing it to his lips. “And I knew you were trouble the first time you spoke. Speaking of which.” His smile faded, his tone becoming serious. “Talk to me about how you’ve got this birth control situation quote unquote “covered”. Because – swear to God – I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and I’m not sure what the hell I was thinking about when I let you - ”
Lauren placed her palm over his mouth. “Shh. What you were thinking about, honey, was how fast you could get your dick – which is truly, completely amazing, by the way – inside of me. But relax, okay? When I told you I had it covered, I meant it. I don’t lie or spout bullshit – ever – and especially not about something like that.” She shuddered. “God, I can’t even imagine getting knocked up at this point in my life. Not with all the things I want to do, places I’m dying to see, this huge, amazing career I’m going to have. No babies, not for a long, long time if ever.”
“Are you on the pill, then?”
“I was. Until I kept forgetting to take it.” She shrugged unapologetically. “Fortunately, I insisted that the other guys I banged used a condom every single time. Most college guys I know aren’t – uh, very discriminating so there was no way any of them were going to hump me bareback. But since I tend to, ah, get easily distracted, my doctor and I decided that maybe the pill wasn’t the best solution for me. So now I’ve got this implant thingy they stuck in my arm, supposed to last for three years at a time, and I don’t have to worry if I go brain dead and skip a pill or two. And,” she added, tracing her index finger over his lips, “I had to have a bunch of tests done before they put the implant in so I definitely don’t have any nasty social diseases. God, do they still call them that?”
“I think the new term is STDs.” He’d realized by now that expecting a quick, concise reply from Lauren would probably never happen in this lifetime. “And I’m clean, too. Before I traveled to Africa for a freelance assignment over a year ago I had to get some vaccinations and tests done. And, um, there hasn’t been anyone since before I left.”
She practically vaulted to a sitting position, her green eyes wide with astonishment as she socked him – hard – on the upper arm. “Shut – UP!” she exclaimed in mingled disbelief and delight. “You cannot possibly be telling the truth. A guy as hot as you – well, you could have fresh pussy every night of the week if you wanted to.”
“Jesus, Lauren.” His cheeks flushed in embarrassment at her very frank way of speaking. “I, uh, appreciate your vote of confidence there but it’s true. You’re the first woman I’ve been with in over a year.”
“Lucky me, then, hmm?” she purred, crawling back on top of him as though she were in actuality a sleek, seductive cat. “To be the one you break your dry spell with, that is. Because – and this is just a guess now – I figure you’ve got a whole lot of time to make up for. And I,” she murmured, bending forward until her breasts were crushed against his chest, “would be very, very happy to help you out with that. I mean, you’re my house guest, after all, and you know the old saying – mi casa es su casa – my bed is your bed – my body is your body. So you should plan on making yourself feel right at home. But first, why don’t you lie back while I give you a little welcome gift?”
The half-hearted protests he’d been about to make – the ones about needing at least a little more time to recover; that both of them should really wash up or take a shower; that he wanted to give her pleasure, too – were all quickly forgotten as Lauren slithered sinuously down his body, her hand stroking his cock that was somehow miraculously rock hard again. And when she licked him up and down just before sucking him greedily into her mouth, he couldn’t think or speak, could only feel – feel and enjoy and wonder faintly if he’d somehow fallen into another dimension – one that was inhabited by a lusty, voracious sex goddess who seemed intent on having him make up for a year’s worth of abstinence in one afternoon.
***
Lauren propped herself up on her forearms as she took advantage of Ben’s present state of unconsciousness to study him in greater detail. After another rowdy bout of sex – he’d resisted her efforts to finish off the blow job she’d begun so eagerly and made sure both of them got off at the same time – he had fallen asleep just a few minutes ago.
She was still in disbelief that she’d thrown herself at him so brazenly. Oh, not that she hadn’t taken a whole lot of dares in her twenty years, hadn’t acted impulsively and often unwisely on too many occasions to remember. And while she hadn’t been exaggerating earlier when she’d told Ben she could take care of herself very, very capably, she’d also never
done anything as potentially risky as inviting a complete stranger to share her home for an undetermined amount of time. She knew that her parents would definitely not approve of her actions, and that she certainly wasn’t planning to ever clue them in. She’d spent an awful lot of her life alternately trying to please her mother and father, and stubbornly insisting on doing things her own way. And, in the case of the gorgeous, hunky man who was sleeping soundly next to her, the latter condition definitely applied.
She’d been something of a late bloomer when it came to having boyfriends – and sex. During high school she had still been a huge tomboy, preferring to compete on the soccer, swim, and cross country teams and take her martial arts classes than enjoy the things her twin sister and most of their friends had been fascinated with – namely, clothes, shoes, makeup, and boys. Though in Julia’s case, it had been boys in the singular case and not the plural, since she’d dated Sam Patterson exclusively for more than five years. Lauren, on the other hand, hadn’t gone on a date until Julia had wheedled, pleaded, and bullied her into attending their senior prom. And that had turned into something of a disaster when her date had gotten stinking drunk at a post-prom party and she’d had to drive him home. She’d parked the car in his driveway, left him passed out cold on the passenger seat, and then pissed off Julia and Sam by interrupting their amorous activities with a phone call pleading for a ride home.
If she was being completely honest – something Lauren always prided herself on being, even if the truth wound up having repercussions at times – she could admit that one of the reasons she’d never dated during high school (and not all that much during college thus far) was because she intimidated the hell out of almost every guy she met. Oh, not with her shorter than average height and slender build – though nearly everyone underestimated just how quick and strong she was, and how skilled at martial arts. And as tempting as it was to demonstrate those skills, she’d learned back in grade school to keep a lid on it. After one too many incidences of being called into the principal’s office following a playground demonstration, her father had laid down the law – threatening to cut off the judo and karate classes that Lauren adored, that were in fact one of her lifelines, if she didn’t stop showing off. And Lauren had come to recognize early in her life that stern, unwavering tone in Robert McKinnon’s voice – the one that she knew no amount of pleading and promising or tantrum-throwing would budge.
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