by K. T. Red
I should be relieved. But I’m not. I take a deep breath. “Scott, there’s something I think you should know.” His hand stills. I raise it to my mouth and kiss the palm before burying my face in it. “You are the most fantastic, sexy man I’ve met for such a long, long time. You make me feel so good too. But do you remember what you said to me - in the warehouse?”
“I said quite a few things.”
“True. You said you couldn’t offer me anything serious. I don’t want serious. Like I said, I’m damaged. I can’t handle serious. Serious frightens me. With other men, I‘ve run away before it gets too involved.” I take another deep breath. “But when I’m with you, you make me feel better than I’ve felt with any man since I can‘t remember when. I’ve been counting the seconds all day until you could be with me. And it scares me a little, if I‘m honest. Well, actually, it scares me quite a lot.”
He kisses the top of my head. “That makes two of us then. That’s how I feel when I’m with you. And when I’m not with you, I think about you all the time. You flash into my head when I least expect it and then I’m smiling like an idiot. I even smiled when it started raining yesterday!”
I snigger into his hand. “Oh, Scott. I’m sorry. This was supposed to be just a harmless bit of fun.” I wriggle in his arms, turning to face him. He looks concerned, worried - not like a man who has just had some really hot sex. I bury my face in his chest, breathing him in. “I don’t know what to do. Help me. Please.”
“That’s just the problem, gorgeous. I don’t know what to do either. I have a family. Commitments. And now there’s you - I have you too, I think, if only for a few stolen hours.”
I look up at him, playfully nibbling his chin. “Do you want to end it? Is that what you want?”
He slaps my ass. “No. Definitely, absolutely not. I do know that much at least. Do you?”
“No.” That’s strange. Just a short time earlier, I had thoughts of ending things. But I know now that it is not what I want. I have absolutely no doubts on that score. Oh, why can’t life be simple and straightforward?
He lowers his face to mine, those beautiful brown eyes not blinking. “You’ve got under my skin, you beautiful, crazy, maddening creature. I can’t imagine my life without you in it now. I don’t want my life without you in it. And I don’t mean as the colleague I fancy from a discreet distance!”
I laugh at his remembering the words I spoke to him at the start of all this. “Are you sure that isn’t just the fantastic sex talking?”
“Oh yeah, I‘m sure! But while we’re on the subject, I think the sex is quite simply out of this fucking world. Sex on legs, that’s what you are, wildcat. I can’t believe we fucked like wild animals in the pouring rain! I even feel it in my toes when you make me come! You make me......“ he sighs “.....melt.”
I smile as he kisses me slowly. “I can’t make you any promises, Scott. Not yet.”
He pulls me close to him. “Will you make me just one?”
“And what that would be?”
“Promise you’ll keep making me feel like this - for however much longer this wonderful madness lasts for. You have no idea what you give to me.”
I sigh. “I promise I’ll do my best. So.......”
He laughs. “So......?”
“Is there an us?”
He brushes my hair back from my face. “Oh, yes. I think there is - in spite of every single reason for there not to be.” He pulls me into a tight embrace and kisses my breath and all my doubts away. I couldn’t do the sensible, honourable and decent thing now if I tried. It’s too late.
Chapter Eleven
“How much longer do we have?” I stroke the underside of his chin with a single finger.
He chuckles. “Oh - long enough for another round.”
I stroke his chest. “Oh good.” I take my hand a little lower, my fingers dancing on his stomach. “I’m so pleased to hear that.” I kiss him hard, pressing my breasts against him. “Very, very pleased indeed.”
“Are you now?” He raises his eyebrows, smirking. “I take it you’re feeling like another orgasm or ten?”
“I am.” I wriggle closer to him, feeling the first slight stir of life.
He rolls me on to my back. “And what highly delightful act of sin did you have in your wicked little mind, wildcat?”
I ease my hands down his back until they rest on his firm ass. I stroke them gently, fondling and squeezing as he wakes a little more. Raising my head up, I take my lips close to his ear. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to lick me crazy!”
“I think I can manage that.”
“And when I’ve can’t take any more and I’ve screamed the place down and you’ve got the biggest, most painful hard on from hell, I want you to fuck me - real hard!”
He raises my hands over my head and lies flat on top of me. “Oh, baby. I can definitely manage that. I’ll make you squeal and mew and squeak with my head in your hot, wet sex and my tongue inside you.” He kisses me hard and quick. “And then I’m going to roll you over and bang you from behind so fucking hard that you’re seeing stars!”
He props himself up onto his elbows and leers down at me. Jesus, just the way he looks at me is enough to get me started. I lie there - waiting, anticipating.
“Oh, Sarah. Just look at you. You’re a luscious feast for the eyes as well as the mouth.” He’s kneeling, taking in every inch of my body - already hard. I remember when I couldn’t bear to be looked at naked. Hated my body. But the way Scott looks at me makes me glow all over. He makes me feel the way a man should make a woman feel. Sexy. Passionate. Wanted and desired.
He runs his hands up my inner thighs and opens my legs wide. I’m already warm and moist and eagerly waiting for his mouth to be on me. Settling myself deeper into the pillows, I throw my hands over my head and hold on to the headboard. “Come on then, big guy. Eat me until I squeal and mew and squeak!”
He holds my gaze, his fingers stroking me. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I fully intend to.” And then in an instant his lips meet mine and I have to use every ounce of my very limited self-control not to come the second he kisses my flesh.
As intense and ferocious as the first time, he kisses and licks every slick, moist inch of me. I grip the spindles of the headboard as his tongue slips so easily inside me. Closing my eyes, I happily sigh and moan as he hits all the right spots. A steady bloom of heat grows as he sucks my juice off my engorged folds. I can hear him slurping and sucking as my arousal builds. He holds my thighs firmly, trying to stop me squirming.
He kisses my clit for a split second before kissing and nibbling his way up to my navel. I squeal with delight as he playfully blows a raspberry into my stomach before returning to his gourmet meal. “Mmmmmmm.......Scott....you are so good.” I release my grip and move my hands to rest them on his head. I run my fingers through his hair, pushing his face further into me.
Oh, this feels so good. That powerful, skilful tongue and mouth seem to cover every feminine inch of me. So strong, so arousing yet superbly relaxing at the same time. Oh God....I love receiving oral sex, especially when the man - or woman - knows their way around. The feel of that warm, thick muscle as it probes and slides is incredible. Teasing me. Tasting me. Feasting on me as hungrily as ever.
Despite his strong grip, I wriggle and squirm as he French kisses me halfway to the gates of Heaven. While I’m writhing and moaning, he stops briefly and mutters something I can’t quite make out. Before I can open my eyes to see where he‘s gone, he’s back, kissing me hard and fast, his tongue thrusting shallow and quick.
My arousal is building, a heavy knot of fire starting to form deep within. My breathing is quick and shallow as I gasp for air, my throat dry. As I joyfully await my rapidly approaching orgasm, I throw my hands over my head and stretch like a sunbathing cat. I gasp and pant as S
cott licks and sucks, carefully avoiding my aching clit. Then I hear a quiet click and scream and shudder as Scott presses my vibrator hard against my clit, the setting on high.
“Oh.....Scott.....!” I climax hard, groaning and bucking as the buzzing hurtles me into orbit. “You swine!” I climax over and over, the combination of superb clitoral stimulation and a skilful, hungry mouth simply blowing my mind. He keeps buzzing my clit to within an inch of it’s tolerance as he laps up the juices pouring out of me with every earth-shattering tremor. It’s fantastic - absolutely, brilliantly, utterly fucking fantastic. My stomach muscles begin to ache from the bombardment of constant orgasms, tensing and relaxing. My thighs tense and crash, gripping Scott and keeping him buried nose-deep in my pulsating, dripping wet sex.
“Oh.......Scott......stop........please......” I cry and gasp, exhausted and close to breaking point. He softens his pressure then pulls away. As the air hits my sex and I sigh in relief, he swiftly eases the vibrator inside me. As I throw my head back, moaning in a fresh onslaught of ecstasy, he thrusts slowly with ease, the toy easily sliding in and out my slick, wet entrance. He presses it hard against my G-spot and I shudder and tremble. My legs thrash wildly as Scott sits back on his heels.
He watches my reactions, completely entranced as I lose all self-control, barely able to breathe, my head spinning. Still sliding my toy, he leans over me. “Stop?” He cranks up the vibration setting and I shake uncontrollably. “Oh Sarah, my darling. I’ve hardly even started yet!”
I buck and scream out his name as a violent orgasm rages through me and more juices gush. Scott lowers his mouth me, sucking on my clit while fucking me on full power. The sensations take my abandon to a whole new level. I cry and whimper as Scott sucks my clit in perfect harmony with those slippery thrusts. I don’t have a shred of control over my body any more. Scott’s taken complete and absolute ownership of me - body, mind and soul. I can do nothing but weep as I repeatedly climax, this man turning my whole body inside out.
My entire being, my blood, my bones, my heart is on fire. I can’t tell if I’m still coming or if I’m dying! Oh, what a blissful way to leave this world. Such a beautiful, beautiful death.
Scott slowly pulls away, switching the vibrator off and slowly sliding it out of me. I can’t move. I just can’t move. All I can do is lie there, dying - dying one exquisite throb at a time. He leans over me as tears roll down my face and I feel myself slipping away. “Hey - Sarah!” He kisses me but I barely feel it. “Don’t you dare pass out on me. I haven’t finished with you yet!”
I feel his hot, hard cock nudge my stomach as he strokes my face, kissing and wiping away my tears and slowly breathing life back into me. I feel my body return to me as he rolls me onto my side into the recovery position. I can only gasp and sigh and moan as he pats my ass tenderly.
Chapter Twelve
“Hey - you back in the room yet? I‘m getting lonely here.”
I groan. “I think so......”
“Good!” He pushes me over onto my stomach before spreading my legs and kneeling between them. He slips his arms under me to raise my ass and I close my eyes, groaning as I feel that fat, bulbous head ready to enter me. I moan in satisfaction and painful joy as he slowly slides all the way in. My hot, sticky sex wraps itself around that long, thick shaft. I’m still throbbing and burning but my body yearns for more. No matter how far he pushes me and where he takes me, I ache for more. No matter how much he gives me, it will never, ever be enough. It can never be enough.
“Fuck me, Scott.” I turn my head slightly. He’s in total control of me, knowing it as he stares down at me with such furious passion in his eyes. I moan loudly, my hands gripping the duvet as he pushes into me slow and steady. “Take me. Use me up. Make me yours.”
“Holy shit, Sarah. You’re like a fucking furnace.” He gives one quick, hard slam into me, making me scream as I come. He lowers his body onto mine, pushing me flat onto the bed, still fully impaled. His hands travel up my arms to hold mine as he lowers his lips to my ear. “You are quite simply the hottest fuck I’ve ever had! And now it‘s my turn to make you beg. I‘ll make you beg me to fuck you and then beg me to stop.” He grinds against me and I climax instantly, unable to stop myself.
I turn a little and feel Scott’s cheek on mine. I can’t do anything but moan and sob, this extreme level of arousal totally bewitching. How is he doing this this to me? “Scott.......I......!”
He puts a finger in my mouth. “Hush now, Sarah.” He pulls out quickly and again rams back in, grinding and giving me more orgasms. My juices are pouring out of me as my sex contracts, gripping him hard. I feel myself wrap my legs around his, pulling him nearer to me, feeling every inch of my body enveloped in his. “Oh... Sarah. The feel of my cock in your hot, wet pussy. Now it‘s my pussy. My hot, wet pussy cat.” He grinds hard as I come and come. “Fuck, what a juicy, wet grip you give my cock. I love watching you take me inside you, your juice making me slick and shiny. You make me feel absolutely fucking huge!”
I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can only feel. Every single cell in my body is electrified. Scott’s cheek stays resting against mine as he grinds and pushes and grinds. A steady flow of juice pours down my inner thighs and I feel a trickle of sweat between my breasts.
“What did you ask me to do, Sarah?” He rocks forward and drives himself even deeper into me. I moan into the pillow as the thick cockhead pushes it’s way deep into my core. “Come on, Sarah. Talk to me. Tell me, Sarah. What did you ask me to do?”
I can barely speak and what does come out sounds like someone else, barely human. “Fuck me.” I quietly groan.
He rocks and grinds. “Sorry - I can’t hear you!”
I can’t bear it. He’s turned my body into his weapon and he’s using it against me. “Fuck me.”
“Louder!” One long, slow thrust. “Louder, Sarah! Come on, wildcat. Beg me!” He grinds and I cry out as I gush with another powerful climax. “Beg me, wildcat! Beg me like your life depends on it!”
My whole body is his. “Fuck me!” I scream, dragging up every ounce of strength I still have left. “Oh, Scott....please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
He turns my face to the side and kisses me. “And what else did you want me to do?”
This is unreal. There is not a single piece of me that isn’t his. In little more than a whisper, I manage to gasp. “Make me yours......please.....”
Another brush against my cheek and then he lifts his body from mine, raising me onto my knees. Placing his hands on my ass, he starts doing what I begged him to do. He fucks me hard. Very hard. Long, fast, brutal thrusts - over and over and over. I feel the head plunging against my walls, tearing my heart apart. I’m beyond sensation, beyond comprehending, my body in a constant state of climax. He’s splitting me in two as he pounds me senseless.
His hands grasp my ass and slap me hard as he fucks me into next week, next year - into my next lifetime! “You should see your sex as I fuck you. You should see my huge cock ripping into you!” He’s crying and shouting, swearing and calling out my name with each thrust. “Oh my sweet fucking Sarah!” he shouts as he falls on me, still fucking me hard. The full weight of him on me as he pumps his soul into me dissolves me. “You’re too fucking much, my fucking wildcat.“ Somehow he works a hand beneath me to massage my clit. I can only sob and moan as he thrusts and fingers me like a virtuoso.
“Oh....Scott.....” I scream out, moaning and sobbing as he rocks me into orbit.
“Are you mine yet?” He works me into a frenzy. “Are you mine?”
“Yes! Oh yes! Oh.....yes......”
He puts his lips close to my ear. “Get ready, baby.....’cause here I fucking come!” He gives one final tremendous push as he reaches his climax and dissolves into me. I’m beyond words and feelings of my own but I feel his cock burst deep inside me. He cries my name over and over as
the strength and intensity of his own release wracks his body - and now he becomes mine again. He’s mine, all mine. He belongs to me. No, he belongs with me!
Chapter Thirteen
I’m still flying high and he’s up there - in the clouds with me, floating. His head rests on mine and all either of us can do is gasp and moan. I can feel everything now, every glorious sensation. My clit is sore. My sex is still pulsing, juice still flowing from me. My entire groin feels like it’s alive and my stomach feels full and heavy. Scott’s cock is still buried deep inside, throbbing and very slowly subsiding.
I feel Scott’s entire body groan as his spent cock finally slides from my body. “Am I dead, Sarah?” He moans, barely audible. “Have you killed me?”
“If you’re dead, then I must be too.” I groan, my voice little more than a croak. His weight keeps me still - though I doubt very much if I’m capable of moving full stop! I don’t know how long we lie like this, halfway between one world and the next - exhausted, stunned, drained but totally and utterly fucked several galaxies beyond anything either of us expected.
He’s first to recover and rolls wearily off me with a deep, guttural groan that embodies everything that’s happened this afternoon. I can’t move - I don’t want to move. As I lie here, my face wet from tears, my sex still wet and pulsing and my legs still spread, I only know that I don’t ever, ever want to forget how I feel at this moment. I can’t put it into words and I don’t want to. For the rest of my life, I’ll remember this moment.
I feel an arm wrap itself over me as he rolls onto his side. I’m still shaking as he manoeuvres my deadweight into his arms and holds me close. He buries his face in my hair, nuzzling and mumbling incoherently. I somehow manage to kiss his arm. “Oh, Scott. What have you done? What have you done to me?”
“I’ve made you mine - like you asked me to. I took you and used you all up. You begged me, Sarah. So I made you mine.”
