“Nah, sweet thing. You don’t get to touch me until you give me your first orgasm.’’ His words flashed through the fog of lust. I pushed myself back into his front and tilted my head to the side to draw his attention back to my skin. I had never heard a man talking like this, and I would have never thought it’d make my whole body tremble with an excitation bordering on pain as I ached for him, clenching painfully and missing his fingers on me, in me. “Now, open your legs more.’’
I slid my feet farther apart and stopped breathing when his hand went back in my panties. Only when his fingers touched my clit did I started breathing again, panting loudly in the quiet room. Pleasure quickly mounted again, making me breathe faster and faster in rhythm with the waves of pleasure hitting me, crashing all over me until my skin burned up and my blood ran fast through my veins, bringing every cell alive.
I undulated against him, urging him to tighten his grip on me until I knew I’d feel his touch on my breast long after it was all over. I whimpered and mumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘more,’ but I didn’t know anymore. All I knew concentrated on what I felt, his touch and the orgasm gaining in on me.
“You like my touch, Marissa?’’ I nodded and closed my hands into tight fists when the need to feel him hit me again. “Yeah, I feel it. You’re clenching my fingers so much… And the sounds you make. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.’’ His rumbling voice, so low and tight from lust brought me higher. I moaned louder, unable to keep my mouth closed or the sounds quiet anymore.
He nibbled on the crook of my neck, tracing with his tongue a wet path to my shoulder. And he bit me. It was harsh as he was, it was carnal as what he made me, and it was too much for me.
I gasped, tensed and bowed under the most intense orgasm I had ever experimented. The room disappeared, and it was like pure light invaded my seared up body, rendering me a mess of sweat, loud pants and begging moans for always more. My head was thrown back against his broad chest. My whole body arched up, trembling again and again under the waves of pleasure. And he didn’t stop the movements of his fingers in and out of me, drawing out every last remnants and echo of my orgasm until I closed my legs and tightened my thighs around his thick wrist to stop him.
“I can’t. Too much,’’ I whispered on a broken moan, my hands now gripping his tattooed forearm.
“Going beyond your limits is when things get good, sweet thing.’’ He ran his nose along my jawline again and took a step back, removing his hands from my body and his heat from mine. I swayed without his support to stay standing on my shaky legs, and I shivered when his warmth didn’t envelop me anymore. I was left alone in my underwear with a coat of sweat cooling on my flesh.
But when the sound of clothes hitting the floor came to my ears, I glanced over my shoulder and what I saw had my stomach tightening all over again, the first sign of another bout of lust coming.
He had taken off his shirt and was now about to unbutton his jeans. His hands were on the button of his pants. It mesmerized me how the muscles in his arms played, but also his pecs and his broad shoulders seemingly broader without anything covering them. I now knew his tatts ended at the juncture where his arms met his shoulders, apparently to fade away as if something had tried to erase them like you’d do a doodle. It’s beautiful and complimented him, making me want to examine his body more carefully until I had my fill of him. But I didn’t move closer, I only turned around to face him and watched.
When the button popped open, he locked eyes with me. In his gaze, I only perceived lust, something dark and thrilling, something you couldn’t escape even if you tried. And I wouldn’t try.
His pecs flexed along with the muscles in his arms as his abs tensed when he pushed the zipper down. I had my first glimpse of his black Calvin Klein’s molding his hard cock so well I had no words left.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pushed his jeans down his firm thighs until it fell at his feet. It didn’t take him long to toe off his Converse, socks and discard his jeans. Both standing in front of each other in underwear, it was intimidating and exciting, so much that I didn’t know what I should be doing first, where I wanted to start touching him. I ached to explore his body, each muscle playing under his flesh at a time.
Mostly, I needed him to touch me until I forgot my name once again.
He didn’t let me question myself too long, though. After a full minute of staring at my body, he shook his head and stalked toward me. In three steps he’s in front of me, looking down at my upturned face. His dark eyes had stopped on my parted lips before he fixed me. His lips turned slightly up, and I briefly wondered if maybe he had a dimple or two under that thick scruff of his.
“Didn’t you want to touch me, sweet thing?’’
His collarbone was just in front of me, so close that if I took a deeper breath, I would smell the faint smell I would now always associate with him, a mix of musk, pepper, and ginger.
I bit my lip and brought a hand to his chest. Under my palm I sensed his heart beating loud and fast, betraying his appearance of calm. It made me want to shower his broad chest in kisses, but first I had to glide my fingers over his soft skin and feel his muscles, the way the sparse hair leading down to his navel was coarse under the pads of my fingers. So, I did just that and watched his face.
His lips parted to let out a hiss as his nostrils and eyes flared. I knew he was stopping himself from touching me, attacking me without control. He wanted to show me he was the one leading this show, but it was a façade, and we both knew it.
Lust like the one between us at that moment took a life of its own. You were delusional if you thought control was still in the cards. You were an idiot if you thought that it wouldn't get messy and so intense it would leave something empty behind where it filled us. At least, I knew that’s what would happen to me because it had never been so potent before.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, trapping my hand right before I cupped him over his briefs. I frowned and found him smirking, eyes locked on my lips before he leaned down and took them. My frown disappeared and my mouth opened as soon as his tongue swiped over my lips.
I moaned into him and wrapped my arms around his neck and went on my tiptoes to get closer to him, always closer. His skin against mine seared me. His hard muscles against my softness made me feel more feminine. His big hands now unhooking my bra and touching me had me crave him so much I thought I would combust before we would end up in his bed.
“I’m going to take you so hard you’ll always remember this,’’ he growled and pulled away to let my bra fall to the floor. His eyes latched onto my breasts. I didn’t know what more turned my nipples to these aching peaks; his words or his dark look and the wicked smile on his face when he saw me bare from everything excepted my panties.
He grabbed my hands in his and led me to his bed. That’s when I would usually feel apprehension.
When I would sleep with someone new for the first time, I’d always had some doubts, some second thoughts or sometimes even a brief hesitation, but this time around I had none of that. All I wanted was to get my panties off, tug off his briefs and feel all of him against me and inside me.
“Come here,’’ he roughly whispered before he tugged on my hand. I collided with him.
He turned me around and pushed me on the bed softly. He was a lot softer than expected and it made me want him even more, as if the glimpse of his softer side directly connected to the pool in my stomach, leading to the ache in my core and heightening everything.
I watched him studying me sprawled on his bed as he stood next to it. He ran a single finger over my knee and up the inside of my thigh. The teasing touch made me open my legs and bend my knee up.
“With your legs open you make me want to eat your pussy until you cry and beg me to stop.’’
“Wyatt…’’
“What? Tell me,’’ he climbed on the bed and went between my legs, his mouth kissing inside my thighs
, one and then the other, without going too high. “What do you want more; my tongue and mouth or my cock?’’ I opened my mouth, but couldn’t say a word. Instead, I was mesmerized by the vision of Wyatt bent over me, his mouth on my left thigh and his tongue peeking every few seconds. Between the feel of his lips, tongue, and scruff, I was ready to thrust my hips upward, begging for his touch, any touch, higher up. “Answer me,’’ he demanded, his voice quiet and his breathing caressing my soaked panties.
“Anything. Everything.’’ My rushed words made him smile. He crawled over me, his eyes getting momentarily lost on my heaving chest and my tight dark pink nipples.
“Everything?’’ He shook his head as he dropped some of his weight on me. The first thing I registered was his hard length pushing against my sensitive clit, drawing out a moan from me and a hiss from his mouth. “I need to take you now,’’ he said harshly, his words tumbling out of his mouth quickly as his hips thrust into me.
“Wyatt…’’
“Shit!’’ He snaked a hand behind my neck and gripped my hair tightly. “I’m going to take you now, Marissa. I need to feel your pussy around my cock, fluttering, and clenching. I want to hear your moans in my ears as I take you harder.’’ He pushed his cock into me again, and this time I wrapped my arms around him, my hands flat on his broad back. The muscles under my palms moved in a rippling motion as he kept on teasing me, bringing me closer to the edge again.
He quickly slipped a few fingers under the hem of my panties and tugged them down until they were forgotten somewhere at our feet on the bed.
I ran my palms down his back on either side of his spine and then edged in my hands until I had a good grip on his tight ass and pushed him into me at the same time I thrust upward against his hard length. I closed my eyes and gasped. His hand in my hair tugged and his mouth crashed on mine.
That kiss… That kiss was the kind of kiss that reflected how sex was and how it should be; messy, intense, deep and so glorious that it made my toes curl and my legs tighten on each side of him, trapping him here with me.
He nipped at my lower lip and pulled his head back just enough, so we could lock eyes. “Get them off me.’’ It almost sounded like a dare, as if he didn’t think I’d be bold enough to strip him of the last clothes he had on.
I was naked and so ready for him that I didn’t think about anything other than feeling all of him. I bit my lip and slowly pushed his Calvin Klein’s down. When my hands couldn’t reach further down, I helped myself with my feet, not budging from our position, needing his cock right where it was.
I looked down and caught a glimpse of his cock nestled between us. It was as long and thick as I thought. I had never wanted one to fill me as much as I did now.
WYATT
I groaned when my cock came into contact with her flesh. No more damn clothes between us, nothing to keep her warmth away, the silkiness of her skin. Fuck, she made me crazy with need.
I looked down at my cock pressed between us and tightened my grip on her when I caught the pre-cum leaking from my tip. She whimpered and thrust her hips against me, coating me with her need for my dick.
The lust inside me, rendering my blood to a boiling point, was so primal I barely remembered anything but the high I craved seeking with everything I had. Blindly, I reached in the bedside table a stray condom and sighed in relief when I finally found one, just before I pulled away to seize one from my wallet. The foil made an unmistakable sound, and the light in her damn eyes had me ready to beg to be inside her. She had that look, that look that spoke of intense pleasure and it was nothing like the good girl I saw her as.
“Open your legs wider,’’ I ordered her with a growl as I fisted my aching cock and rolled on the rubber. I craved more than my hand, more than a few tugs on my length. But fuck, her glassy eyes on my hand wrapped tightly around my base had me ready to come. What the hell was she doing to me?
I guided myself into her wet pussy and watched as I pushed inside her.
“Wyatt… Yes!’’ she whispered and panted so hard, her breathing gave me damn shivers.
I couldn’t look anymore. I closed my eyes and moaned as I pushed further in, welcoming the tight grip of her pussy around my length. Shit, I wanted to fuck her so damn hard she'd screamed my name in both pain and pleasure. I wanted to ruin her like she was ruining everything for me. I wanted… I wanted.
Fuck.
I pulled back almost completely, and locked eyes with her as her nails dug into my shoulder blades. Her thighs quivered against me, her breasts, perfect and pert, heaved, and her mouth open was ready to moan again, begging for it, for me to fuck her.
I thrust in again, harder and groaned as pleasure made my balls tight. Her moans became unspoken words as I took her hard, fast, then slow and deep. I never stopped, I couldn’t stop. I was lost to her, trapped in her blazing eyes, enveloped by the sounds she made as I took her, and boxed in by her legs as tight as her pussy around me.
She met my thrust with hers, clenching around me rhythmically, urging me on, making me sweat as I battled off my orgasm, waiting for her to come, pleading for it to come. She didn’t let me dominate her body and her pleasure. She gave as much as I gave and drew me in so much I didn’t know my damn name anymore.
“Yeah, sweet thing.’’ I panted, hooking an arm under her at the small of her back and tilted her up to change angles. She tensed, and I knew it was coming. I moved harder in and out of her, lost to our smells mixing and the distinctive one of sex. It drove me to heights that made me shake all over as I teetered on edge, ready to come so hard I knew I could black out. “Come now, sweet thing. Come on. Come on!’’
She arched upward, her nipples brushing against my chest. Her eyes lost focus, and she closed them. And then, I felt it. “Oh… Wyatt, Wyatt…’’
Her legs drew up and high on my back as I pushed in as deep as I could go and welcomed the tightest vice I’d ever felt as she came and screamed her release in my ear. Then, I let go and pumped faster in her as her perfect pussy fluttered around me, clenching again and drawing out more from her orgasm. I came, long and so damn hard that everything went dark around me. There was no more light in the bedroom, no more feel in my legs or arms. There was only me inside her, coming again and again, and her breathing as fast and loud as mine until there was nothing left in me.
I rolled over next to her and quickly, yet with shaky hands, took care of the used condom and discarded it on the wooden floor. My heart beat so hard it shook my whole rib cage and reverberated in my throat. The room twirled as if I had drunk shots of tequila until I’d lost count. My muscles were so pliant I didn’t think I’d be able to stand up just yet. And my skin glistened with sweat, chilling me now that I laid next to her with only my arm touching hers.
I kept my eyes on the freshly painted ceiling and pretended I wasn't aware she was staring at me. The weight of her eyes and the burn of her irises were impossible to ignore though. It made me want to turn on my side and fix her too, drinking in her face, her body. She was a beautiful woman, so it was only natural. What was more worrying was how much my limbs tingled as if they wanted to tangle with her. She fucking rocked me to my core.
She was dangerous.
She needed to leave.
My apartment.
My damn life.
My family.
A sudden panic seized me, twisted my fucking heart, my stomach. My blood ran cold through my veins as my old fears came back full force, stronger than before I went to bed with Marissa.
I closed my eyes so tight it hurt my eyelids, but it didn’t lessen that damn panic from taking hold of me. My body went from pliant from the most intense orgasm to tense in a matter of a minute or two.
I couldn’t look at her. I knew if I did I’d throw her out of my place.
I’d always been like that. When I was scared, I turned hard and did everything to protect myself. And I viewed her as a threat, a threat to a life I had been lucky to get and was so damn frightened to lose that…
“You can’t even look at me anymore,’’ she said quietly, breaking my train of thoughts.
I frowned at the ceiling, eyes open again, fixing on a point above near the light. Her voice didn’t waver, didn’t plead either. She was so mattered of fact I almost broke down and looked at her. Instead, I balled my fists.
The bed shook, the sheets rustled and then her side of the bed didn’t cave anymore. I peeked at her and found her searching for her clothes and quickly putting them on. I couldn’t make out her face well, but she seemed pale as if ill.
Shit, what was I thinking?
“Don’t worry. I’m getting out of here.’’ Her voice, tight, only made me feel more of an asshole, but the scared part of me, that part that was very much like the boy I used to be when my parents adopted me, was relieved. I had no doubt she would get out of my life now and wouldn't want to see me again.
I knew what happened here in my bed would keep her away.
Fuck, I was disgusting. Was it why I had slept with her?
“And still no words. Wow, you’re a piece of work, Wyatt. I can’t believe… I can’t believe I went there with you.’’
And still, I kept my eyes on the ceiling, unmoving and holding in the cringe the tension and loathing in her voice brought to me. I deserved it.
I listened to her steps fade away through my apartment and still, I didn’t move.
She didn’t deserve my shit, didn’t deserve to be treated like this. I wasn’t enough of an ass not to realize that she’s a good girl and nice.
But I wasn’t.
I hurt people, just like my biological father.
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MARISSA
I had no idea how long I had been walking the streets. At this point, my mind was so full I couldn’t grasp the meaning of time passing, and I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings either. It wasn't smart when you’re a woman alone at night, but it went above my head.
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