CROWS MC SET-TO LOAD

by Bloom, Cassandra

  “Jace! You’re driving me crazy!” I panted, startling myself by conjuring actual words from a mind that seemed too fuck-crazy to make sense of anything beyond a whimper.

  “Good!” he smirked, continuing his assault on my submitted body; his cock wavering just beyond where it belonged.

  I moaned as he wrapped his arms around me in a purely erotic embrace, taking a tit in each hand and pulling me back against him. The feel of his warmth against my back and the dual sensations against my chest struck me all at once, and I cried out. My knees buckled, the machinery of my muscles seeming to short out from the flood growing just inches above them, and my entire body began to tremble. A low, desperate moan bled past my lips, and the same basic instinct that seemed to be driving both of us steered my hand down and back. Finding my prize, I gave his cock a gentle-yet-demanding squeeze; my little finger extending in a downward reach to caress one of his swollen balls. I told him then, without words, that I wanted—needed!—to feel him inside me SOON.

  “Hurry, Jace! I can’t wait any longer!” I panted, deciding an instant later that “without words” wasn’t clear enough.

  “Easy, love,” he said around heaving breaths in my ear. “I don’t want this to end too early.”

  “Come on! Don’t tease me!” I pouted.

  “Don’t worry,” he grinned. “You know I aim to please, baby.”

  The second syllable of “baby” trailed off, and I felt the firm pressure of his chest as it trailed down my back. A vision of butter melting across a heat-slicked surface bubbled in my mind as he glided effortlessly down my body, trailing heated breaths and tiny kisses across my spine and along the tensed, corded muscles of my back. Then he was over the edge, his lips trailing along the curvature of my left ass cheek—a teasing nip of teeth pausing there as a playful spank came down on the opposite cheek—and then…

  Oh!

  I felt that breath between my folds an instant before the rest of his mouth caught up. And then he was tasting me. I more felt than heard his moans, and I felt a perverse sense of pride swell up from deep inside me as I realized he found me delicious. I shivered, felt a scream welling within my chest, and yanked a nearby pillow to my face in time to bite down and suppress the sound. The pressure intensified, and I couldn’t tell which one of us was pushing more into the other. His tongue dove further, gave a victorious swirl to claim its new territory, and then cycled back around. He hit every part of me perfectly. My body was his to command and I willingly relented to his control, howling like an animal into the pillow.

  Turning my head and sucking in cool, fresh air, I panted out, “Jace! It feels so good!”

  He moaned a response into my depths, and a moment later two of his fingers slid in my pussy and began to add a new layer to the sensations. He worked them deep, curling them and catching my hidden spot with a “come hither” motion that had my breaths coming out in tiny, squealing bursts. Then, after what felt both like an eternity and a second of pure heaven, he withdrew the fingers and, after a hesitant pause, teased at the entrance of my ass. My moan peaked and hitched in a startled gasp and hung there. Every nerve of my body froze, eager, curious what he’d do next.

  Somewhere from deep inside of me, I heard a distant voice—my voice, though I felt more like a listener in that instant than a speaker—say, “Do it, Jace! Do it!”

  And he did.

  I was no stranger to this. My time on the street and the services we’d been expected to offer had left no part of me untouched. Not that I’d come into the “game” without experience, of course. I had, in my earlier years, prided myself for being brave and “experimental.” I’d come out of those experiences with a general appreciation for the variety of pleasures there were to be had, but anal had always proven itself something of a conundrum. In school, it was something boys had claimed with a sort of frantic eagerness, as though they were afraid that, at any instant, I’d change my mind and deny them any further play. And while some part of this might have been true, the overall experience felt marred from this mindset. By comparison, however, my time as a whore had made me outright crave the frantic desperation of the college boys. Johns, seeing some temporary ownership of my ass, seemed eager to claim its depths through sheer, angry force; as though they might chisel out some claim to something in exchange for their investment. Some were less aggressive than others, but none really made it the experience I felt it could be.

  The ghost of a conversation I’d had with Candy haunted my mind as I felt Jace’s finger begin to gently work its way into my ass:

  “If I ever find a guy who knows how to properly go about working the “other hole”, I’ll marry him in an instant.”

  I felt the gentle probe dare another inch and there was a momentary bite of pain—something I’d come to know all too well. This time, however, rather than having to fight through the process, I felt Jace pause. The tightness held, plateaued, and trailed away—the pleasure left behind nothing short of intoxicating—and, sensing this, too, Jace went deeper, continuing to work his tongue as he did. The feel of his mouth on my pussy helped to distract from the initial process, and I trembled under new waves of pleasure. He seemed to read my mind as he worked; gently priming me with all the care and finesse of an expert mechanic working a beloved machine.

  Fuck!

  It felt so good! Still moaning, I felt my body begin to rock back against his adventurous finger, begging for him to go further. I heard him hum, a sound that was both intrigued and entertained, and he gave a little stirring motion inside me that had my eyes crossing and my breath hiccupping as a small orgasm. With nothing occupying my pussy at that moment, I became violently aware of every muscle that was working through the sensation; my depths working to milk a cock that it had been fooled into believing was there. My ass, however, was quite aware—quite eager—to take this new attention. I could feel myself gripping, pulling, at his finger, and after a short time of slow, methodic pumping with the one finger he slipped in a second. I gasped and let out a low, eager groan, feeling the last slivers of pain melt away as a new sort of desperation grew in its place.

  The slow, testing thrusts turned to more confident pumps with his two fingers, until, at last, Jace was fucking my ass with his fingers. After that, I was lost to the passion. I let loose a loud moan as my release swept through me. He groaned, not stopping as he helped me ride out my orgasm.

  “Oh my god! It feels so good!” I whimpered.

  “Mm! Good girl,” he groaned. “Come for me, baby!”

  I didn’t have time to tell him that a few orgasms had already come and gone under his radar, because the first of the big ones came at that moment. I shivered, continuing to spasm over him as my release poured through me. As I finished, he slowly began to withdraw his fingers. I felt my ass clench, not meaning for it to, as if frantic to keep him in. As they slipped free, a sense of total emptiness washed over me and I whimpered, feeling close to tears from it, and the only way to communicate the need was to frantically wag myself at him. I looked back, my vision hazy, and my hunter’s eye landed on his throbbing cock in an instant. He caught my stare, looked questioningly back at me. I nodded, no longer asking for it—beyond begging for it—but outright commanding Jace with my eyes to fuck my ass.

  He had proven with his fingers alone to be able to do what no man before had bothered to invest a moment in trying. He stared back, seeming stunned by what he saw. Not about to stop the night there—knowing that he needed release as much as I was craving more—I moved my hand down once again, absently fondling his dick as I caught my breath.

  “Mm, you know…” I started in a low, throaty purr, still pumping his cock in my fist as I did, “I always loved the idea of anal.” I blushed a little at the confession, stupid as that felt given my obvious display a moment earlier. “But I’ve never had it done to me right.”

  “No?” he smirked, glancing down. “Well, I think we could fix that. I mean, if you’d like that is.”

  “I would love
that,” I said with a flirtatious giggle, freeing my hold of him and giving another inviting wag.

  He shivered a little, looking excited and nervous all at once, and gave a cute little nod. Then I watched as he moved to a small drawer in his dresser and I saw him pull out a bottle of lube. I relaxed, realizing that he was working to be prepared. I couldn’t help but appreciate that he was working so hard to make sure I enjoyed this.

  A moment passed as he worked a healthy dollop of the lubricant to first his cock and then over the still-sensitive ring of my ass, causing another ripple of pleasure to travel through my body. I heard another contemplative hum from him as he heard this—he still sounded intrigued at my responses—and I gave myself another wag, urging him on.

  “Mm! Jace! If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come from just this!” I whimpered.

  “Well, that’s a good sign,” he smirked. “I won’t make you wait any longer.”

  I felt him shift, fresh warmth reflecting across my back as he leaned over me, bringing his lips to my ear. “Just let me know if it’s too much, okay?” he offered, sounding nervous.

  I responded to this by pushing myself back, working to get his cock into my suddenly starving asshole. He gasped at my efforts, moaned, and promptly giggled at himself for seeming so nervous. Then, giving my earlobe a little bite, he lined himself up more carefully and applied just enough pressure to begin to breach.

  I had been excited to see what anal sex with Jace would be like. A part of me had been certain this time would come—that either he or I would finally express the interest to the other and that things would move on from there—but my own nerves at what he might think and his own concern for how I might react seemed to keep the subject just ever-so-slightly out of reach. Between my ongoing mission to evade my history as a whore and his ever-vigilant dedication to freeing me from my over-sexualized past, we’d stalemated one another into avoiding this particular subject. But I could avoid it no longer, and, from the looks of things, neither could he.

  And then I thrust back again. This time, knowing that he was on target, my effort was rewarded and I felt a delicious spreading sensation return as I took the crown into me.

  It was decided then and there that I was going to marry Jace.

  The two of us worked in unison, both of us pushing to drive the deed to its limits. His cock slid in slowly and steadily, and I could feel myself stretching around him. New depths were reached, opened, and rubbed. There was a heat, something bordering that familiar pain but, with the aid of the lube, not crossing the barrier into unbearable. In fact, with every new inch gained, I felt the teetering balance between pain and pleasure begin to tip. And, for the first time, it tipped in the direction of pleasure. Then, all at once, the scales tipped to one side; the once familiar side occupied by pain utterly nonexistent, and there was nothing but sheer, new pleasure to be had. Jace was buried to the hilt, and the two of us—our breaths held in mutual fascination at what we’d just done—lay there for a stunned moment.

  “A-are you… alright?” Jace asked, his voice straining around a worried tone as I felt his cock furiously throbbing for him to continue. I could see the strain in control as he held himself. The chords in his arms stood out as he held my hips, holding himself back from moving. The sight undid me and besides, I was already ready for him to begin to move.

  Despite every part of him likely aching to pump inside me, I thought, he’s holding on… for me.

  Then, grinning to myself, I thought, Don’t make him wait any longer, Mia-girl.

  I smirked, bucking back in response, letting his length glide almost all the way out before I slammed him back in, making myself moan as I did. That was all the go ahead he needed. He squeezed my hips tighter and began to thrust inside. I cried out, loving the feel of his cock filling my ass. It had never been this good.

  “Oh fuck,” Jace groaned. “You are so tight!”

  I panted, pushing back against him, not wanting to give him all the control. “Don’t… don’t stop, Jace! It feels so good!”

  “F-fuck! Mia… st-stop!” he pleaded, shivering against me and gripping my hips tightly, “If you… keep moving like that… I won’t be able to hold back much longer!”

  I moaned, whimpered, and struggled to still myself, allowing him to take control—to set the pace—not wanting this to end too early. Then, still gripping me tightly, he began a slow, rhythmic tempo; gliding along at a rate that rested perfectly between “too fast” and “too slow.”

  Nerve endings trembled with desperation, wanting him to reach them faster before becoming suddenly aware of feeling vacant too soon. I was held there, perpetually suspended between two simultaneous desires that were perpetually fulfilled before being left once more in desperate need.

  For a long, agonizing time I felt perched on a high ledge, held—but just barely—above a terrible plummet down a—

  “O-oh fuck!” I whimpered, trembling, suddenly feeling the pull—the fall—fast approaching. “J-Jace… I’m-I’m… I’M GONNA… GONNA CUM!” I cried out.

  “Me too!” he groaned, continuing to pump inside me, his pace beginning to quicken by teasing degrees.

  My back arched so abruptly I worried I might fold myself in half, but Jace and his sturdy bulk was there to catch me as I came. A loud, guttural moan ululated from deep within me, the sound barreling out of my chest like a firing cannon and echoing out again and again as fresh waves rolled out through my entire body. Fireworks erupted throughout my insides, peppering across my skin—drawing gooseflesh in an instant—and the grand finale going off in my lower belly. Jace’s arms wrapped around me, drawing me close against him as he buried himself balls deep into my ass. One arm arched around, crossing to my opposite breast and clinging there, drawing out a wonderful ache, while the other reached down and worked my clit. My empty pussy clenched under this new assault, the muscles thrumming as my ass continued to clench in quickening spasms. Jace’s breath sputtered, grew into a hum, which grew again into a growl. Then he was howling with his own release, his cock pulsing deep within my bowels as he spent himself inside of me.

  We finished out twisted, guttural song as we both rode out our orgasms, trembling and slipping back into the present.

  The bed seemed to come back up to meet me—I was neither sure when I’d left it nor where I’d gone when I had—and I was glad for it. I fell, or so it seemed, face first into the soft, cushiony surface as Jace slipped free. A small, seemingly mocking secondary orgasm came and went as his softening length left me, and I was suddenly very aware of my ass clenching and releasing; a hungry gesture, I thought.

  “W-wow!” I panted as we both came down from our orgasms.

  “Wow… indeed,” he agreed, slipping to his side and working to catch his breath.

  After a sustained moment of thoughtless reflection—a thing that only seemed to follow acts of sex and violence—I dragged myself out of the bed and stumbled on unsteady legs to the bathroom.

  Despite how wonderful that moment had been, there were certain realities that needed tending to.

  Jace followed after and, seeming to understand what I was thinking, asked, “Join me for a shower?”

  “I don’t know if I can handle anymore right now,” I said with a nervous chuckle, remembering what sort of antics typically accompanied an after-sex shower.

  I had a terrifying moment of imagining the cum in my ass making an audible appearance during some sort of play and sullying the moment we’d just had.

  Still smiling, he shook his head. “Nothing like that, Mia,” he said, and I suddenly realized he understood not only why I’d come in here but why I might be nervous. “I’m sure you want to, you know, wash up… or, rather, wash out. I just figured you’d like some company. Don’t worry. This will be just a shower, and I won’t laugh at any noises you make if you don’t mind me making the same.”

  I giggled, and then burst out laughing. “Jace,” I sputtered around cackles, “did you just make a fart joke after anal sex?
”

  He smirked at me and gave me a playful, childish shrug. “What better time to make one?”

  I laughed some more, shook my head, and challenged, “Just a shower?”

  He gave me a look that was hard to read and said, “Of course.”

  I smirked at that, wondering if I could truly trust that kind of promise when he was involved. If nothing else, I worried if I’d be able to be strong enough to fight my own desire once we showered. The night was going so perfectly and I hadn’t wanted it to end, plus I really did love showering with Jace.

  “How you feeling? You okay?” he asked, helping me to the bathroom.

  “I’m fine, really,” I smirked. “You really were incredible.”

  “Get to know me,” he laughed.

  He started the shower, carefully set the temperature, and then leaded me in. True to his word, he didn’t try anything; he helped me to wash, giving me little kisses here-and-there to stave off the potentially awkward moments and letting silly moments pass with giggles that I felt comfortable to share in with him. As wonderful as the act itself had been, the aftermath—what could have been embarrassing or awkward or outright unpleasant—became a moment that was simultaneously touching and humorous.

  Knowing that laughter and comfort could replace loneliness and shame offered a new sense of freedom and happiness that I’d never thought possible.

  And Jace gave that to me; gave me that and so much more.

  He really was too perfect.

  We finished washing soon after—too soon, we wordlessly agreed—and we lingered there, in his giant, wonderful “fucking” shower, and just seemed to meditate on each other’s company. He leaned forward, capturing my lips in his. The kiss demanded nothing; there was no need to turn it into anything more and no reason to let it stop. And so we just stood there, under multiple streams of serene warmth, and kissed. He wrapped his arms around me, and I relaxed against him, returning the kiss.

  This kiss seemed to hold something completely new in it and a part of me was enthralled at the feeling. This kiss felt like a promise of something more.