by Becky Flade
When he reached her feet, he took her ankles in his hands and gently rolled her onto her belly. He put his mouth to the pulse point where the ankle bends, and sucked, scraping his teeth along skin Kelly had never thought sensitive. The sensation was like how Kelly imagined lightning would feel coursing through her body. Unable to hold still, her body writhed. She didn’t know, couldn’t see, how Weston watched her pussy drip cum from behind as her hips pushed up from the mattress. She didn’t notice Weston removing his clothing as he continued to suckle her ankle. Once naked, he worked his way up the other leg using only his mouth.
Kelly felt his mouth approaching her throbbing cunt and began to push back, trying to rub herself into his face. Instead of tasting her, Weston’s hands grasped her hips to hold her still and he slid his tongue up her ass crack to the small of her back. Kelly audibly gasped, sucking in a whistling breath of shock and arousal at the unexpected caress. Before she’d recovered, Weston jerked her hips up off the bed and drove his hard cock fully inside her. An orgasm tore through Kelly, fast and hard and brilliant. She screamed into the mattress as her pussy convulsed all over his dick; her hands clutched nothing but air as he pulled back slowly and then slammed in again.
Weston used his hands on her hips to pull her back against him as he rammed his cock into her tight little hole again and again. He was intoxicated by the combined sounds of her sweat slickened ass smacking his belly, the sucking sound her pussy made on his cock when he slowly pulled back and her muffled scream every time he drove it home. The world outside the two of them ceased to exist for either.
Kelly sobbed into the bed when the second orgasm crashed through her system. He felt her body tighten and squeeze. Watched as the muscles in her arms and back bunched and released. Listened to her moan his name over and over. He lost it then and filled her with his cum, his thumbs digging into her ass, his fingers into her hips, as his cock vibrated inside her. He released his hold on her and gently draped himself across her back. He realized vaguely he’d left marks on her tender flesh and that he was glad of it.
Kelly lay still, quietly listening to their tandem breath while her pulse slowed. As the cool air in the room sent shivers along her sweaty, sensitized skin and a slow smile spread across her face, she drifted off to sleep feeling smug and satisfied. She woke hours later, alone and tucked under the comforter. Her pussy felt stiff and sticky with their mixed cum. She pictured him standing at her bedroom door, alert and armed, protecting her while she slept, and she drifted off again.
As the weeks passed he came to her in the night often. Kelly finally had the sex life she’d fantasized about with a strong and inventive lover. She was content to live inside the gilded cage her father’s position had created for her, hugging the secret of her and Weston’s forbidden affair to herself. While a part of her wanted to boast to her closest friends, she knew if his superiors or her father learned of their late night activities Weston would be sorely punished, potentially fired. And then who would fuck her into oblivion?
Toward summer’s end, Kelly was required to attend a state dinner with her father as her mother was on a tour of the mideastern states. She sat at a beautiful table, surrounded by powerful and successful people, looking elegant and innocent in the fresh white eyelet dress she’d carefully picked out for the event, but her mind was on Weston. He had nearly gotten caught leaving her room the night before last and he’d sat on the edge of her bed last night explaining why it had to end and how it shouldn’t have begun in the first place. Both annoyed and amused, Kelly had climbed naked into his lap, straddled his hips and shoved her tongue into his mouth. She smiled as she pretended to enjoy the conversation of her dinner partner, nodded politely and continued replaying the previous night in her mind’s eye.
He’d tried to stop her, but she’d clamped her legs around his waist and slowly ground her pussy into his lap, leaving wet streaks across his slacks. “Shit, Kel, that’s enough,” he’d muttered, but she took his lower lip between hers and sucked gently. And when his hands slid from her shoulders to cup her ass and pull her closer, she’d thrown back her head and laughed. A laugh that was cut short with a strangled gasp as Weston wrapped his big hand around her slender neck. Kelly’s eyes flew to his in surprise and he smiled into them as he used his other hand to unzip the fly and free his cock. Kelly wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and guided it into her pussy, while Weston gently squeezed her throat in his hand. When she’d filled herself with him, she let her arms fall back and rocked her hips in an easy rhythm.
His other hand had splayed across her lower back and she’d arched into it, her head fell back and his cock moved deeper. Her breath wheezed in and out past his grip. She’d picked up the pace, her hips pistoning as she rode him. She’d felt herself growing light-headed and dizzy as the orgasm had grown closer to its peak. The faster she went, racing toward her climax, the tighter he held on to her throat. Her clit rubbed against the cold metal of the zipper’s teeth and the belt buckle bit into the tender flesh just above her button. The pain just added another layer of sensation to the pleasure coursing through her and her nipples tightened in response.
Weston watched her, painfully aroused by the picture she created. Head thrown back, gasping for air, her arms swaying in rhythm with her thrusts, her small breasts and turgid nipples straining toward the ceiling, she was wanton. He couldn’t get enough. Her complete trust in him to not let her fall, to not hurt her despite his hand on her throat, simply made him feel even more possessive, made his dick grow even harder inside her tight little hole. He felt his own orgasm fighting to break free and he tried with both his hands to slow her. But she wouldn’t, she kept milking his cock, chasing her own release. He felt the cum building up in his balls. Felt the heat of it race along his prick before exploding into her. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten and spasm on his cock as she came only seconds after him. Wave after wave of his seed filled her hole and he shuddered.
She would’ve screamed from the shock and bliss of her climax if his hand had not cut off her air with the force of his own. He’d released her neck within seconds but the breathlessness didn’t cease. She fought to fill her lungs with air as her muscles seized. He’d pulled her close, his face in her neck, gently kissing where his fingers had gripped her and her arms snaked around his shoulders, holding tight, as her body continued to quake. It seemed an eternity before they’d both regained their senses and the waves had gentled to ripples, but really it had only been minutes since she’d climbed into his lap.
“Pardon me, dear, but are you all right?” the kindly woman to Kelly’s left asked gently. At Kelly’s confused expression she explained, “You’re very flushed. Are you feeling ill?”
Kelly smiled. “I feel wonderful. Thank you, though. Isn’t this salad delightful?” Kelly did her best to remain attentive throughout the remainder of the evening, though she was hyper-aware of her throbbing clit and wet panties. Every time she crossed her legs she felt little stabs of pleasure and thought of Weston.
He didn’t go to her that night, or any night in the two weeks following the state dinner, and simply ignored Kelly’s attempts to seduce him. She didn’t understand how he could so easily walk away from what they could give each other. By the third week her hurt and confusion had given way to anger. She decided she’d been used and tossed away, despite the fact that she had initiated the affair. Kelly stopped speaking to or acknowledging Weston.
She felt even more confined than before. Unable to even discuss the “breakup” with anyone she became withdrawn and sullen. Her family, unused to such behavior from their gregarious and passionate Kelly, tried a variety of ways to bring her out of her funk. Finally, she succumbed to her mother’s attempts to arrange a date between Kelly and a dignitary’s son.
Kelly dressed in what she thought of as her “pretending to be normal” clothes: snug jeans, a camisole and a cardigan. Spent a few minutes on her hair and makeup before deciding that was the best Señor Chavez’s son was ge
tting. But when she stepped into the hall and noticed that Weston was on duty, she quickly ducked back inside to throw on something flirty and fuss with her hair and makeup. She strutted from the room, nose held high in the air, and passed him without a word.
Had she not been trying so hard to ignore him, she would’ve noticed the quick hot look of anger he tossed at her when he saw how she was dressed, or the way he stared at her ass as he followed her down the hall, or the clenching of his teeth when the boy escorting her put his hand to the small of her back as they left. Weston thought quickly of the last time he’d had his hand on the small of her back and imagined briefly choking the young Chavez instead. He stood at attention just a few feet away as they’d eaten dinner. And then followed discreetly behind as they purchased tickets to a romantic comedy. He nearly lost the battle not to throttle the young man when Weston noticed him staring down Kelly’s blouse.
In what life had he sinned so badly that he was now forced to accompany his woman on a date with another man? He thought to himself, and then nearly choked when he realized he had thought of her as his woman. Good God, when had that happened? Just then Kelly’s date had leaned over to make his move and Weston kicked the back of her seat.
Kelly felt the jolt throughout her body and knew instantly she’d been kicked. Glancing back at Weston for the first time all evening, she glared at him and he motioned his head toward the door. She considered ignoring him but knew she wouldn’t be able to.
“Please excuse me, Roberto.” She quietly asked her companion, “I’ll be right back. Tell me what I miss?” At his nod, she slid from the row and marched through the door into the dark empty hall of the theater, Weston quick on her heels. “What the fuck is your problem? You kicked me. You’re not even supposed to be on tonight,” she forced out through clenched teeth without turning around. He answered from behind her in an equally furious undertone.
“You know what the problem is and I kicked your seat not you. And you’ve no idea how much I wish I had said no when Templeton asked me to switch with him. Mind telling me what you think you’re doing with that little boy?” He entered the ladies room first, quickly checked it for safety before allowing her to enter.
“What does it look like we’re doing? I thought Secret Service went for brains not just brawn? My mistake.” He had her against the wall, his mouth on hers before she knew what had hit her. She responded out of habit and desire, she wanted him so much. When she felt his hand slide to her breast she pushed him back. “Don’t touch me, asshole. You can’t just turn me on and off like I’m a goddamn faucet. You wanted it to be over, it’s over. Deal with it.”
He pressed her into the wall, his lips hovering just over hers. “You’re mine, Kelly. No one, especially not that boy out there, touches you but me. Understand?”
He cut off her response with his mouth. His lips moved gently against hers and instinct had Kelly parting her lips and meeting his tongue with her own. Slowly she tasted him and enjoyed the slightly rough texture of his tongue on hers. Her arms lifted and she linked her hands behind his neck, tilted her pelvis and he could feel the heat through both their clothes. He broke from her mouth and his tongue darted across her jaw to her ear and then to the sensitive spot just behind it. “Mmm, Michael,” she breathed.
He stopped. Kelly opened her eyes and was looking directly into his. They were dark and full of something indescribable. “Never call me Weston again,” he told her, and took her mouth again. This time it was dark and fast. He nipped her lips with his teeth and when he thrust his tongue into her mouth she sucked hard on the fleshy probe the way she sucked on his cock. His hand shot under her skirt and panties and into her already damp pussy. She felt his fingers inside her stroking the seeping walls and his thumb rubbing her clit. He felt her juices flowing into his hand and wanted to be inside her. She whimpered into his mouth and clung to his shoulders, riding his hand fast and hard. She came quickly and intensely, moaning into his open mouth, their eyes locked. He lifted his hand and licked her cum from his fingers. “Give me your panties.”
Kelly slipped out of them quickly, taking a second to use them to clean up before handing them over and smiling when he tucked the soaked satin in his pocket. When she would’ve left the bathroom he grabbed her arm, “Kelly. We can’t tonight, I’m not on tonight.”
She glanced down at the hard cock fighting against the fabric and imagined the drop of cum that would be pearling on the tip. “Then you’ll have to wait to get off, won’t you, Michael?” The remainder of the evening passed in a blur but when her mother asked, Kelly honestly answered that she’d had a good time.
Kelly carefully prepared for bed the following night and waited in candlelight for Michael to slip into her room. He did, quietly locking the door behind him and shedding his suit as he approached her. When he came to stand at her feet, he wore nothing but a hard-on. He reached for her without speaking, but she stepped away and told him to lie on the bed. He did as she asked and she quickly restrained his hands to each side of the headboard and his feet similarly.
“Kelly? I can’t protect you like this,” he pointed out, a smile on his face. Instead of answering, she took his cock into her mouth and with one large gulp, slid him into the back of her throat. She purred when she heard his breath hiss through his teeth. Kelly worked the length of his cock with her mouth, first slow and deep, then fast and shallow. She used her hand to pump the thick base while she gently teased the head with her tongue. She looked up at him from between his outstretched thighs and saw he was watching her, his expression dangerous. She laughed and climbed off the bed, producing a blindfold and her iPod from the nightstand drawer.
“Behave yourself, Michael,” she told him as she placed the headphones and blindfold on him. He couldn’t see her, hear her or touch her, and she spent a long minute simply looking at his body. The narrow waist and lean thighs, the proud hard cock straining toward the ceiling still wet from her tongue, the way his chest got wider as it approached his strong shoulders, the sexy ripple of muscles in the outstretched arms. Mine, she thought, all mine.
She ran her nails lightly down his arm and along his side, watching as goose bumps appeared on his skin. She leaned down and gently bit his chin, her hair tickling his nipple. She took the little bud between her teeth and rolled it back and forth, her hand whispering along his abdomen to caress his prick. She moved slowly touching and tasting everything she could with more patience and much less innocence than the first time she’d seduced him. She suckled his ankle in the same manner as he had hers, but found it didn’t have the same effect. He did, however, tremble when she bit his inner thigh.
A drop of precum glistened on the head of Michael’s cock and Kelly rubbed it across her nipple, before sliding up his body to straddle his chest. She leaned forward and rubbed her nipple against his lips, his tongue darting out, unaware of what he tasted. What they shared when she crushed her mouth to his and sucked the little bit of cum from the tip of his tongue. She kissed him long and deep, rubbing her fat clit against his breastbone. She slid off the bed and approached his bound hand. She placed her pussy into his palm and he slid two fingers inside her and she rode his hand as she had in the theater bathroom. She didn’t let herself cum before backing away, only knelt and, taking his fingers into her mouth, sucked her juices from his skin. Michael moaned, louder than she thought he realized, and she watched his cock jerk against his flat stomach, seeming to wave, beckoning her.
She climbed between his legs again, taking his prick into her hand. She loved the look of him, the feel of him, the way his cum tasted in her mouth. She teased him again, slowly stroking him with her hand while she used her tongue and teeth on his thighs and delicately licked his balls. She slipped her index finger into her cunt and while she inhaled the entire length of his cock, slowly inched her finger into his ass. He sucked his breath in, his entire body going rigid. She found the hard little marble that she’d read about and caressed it with the tip of her finger while deep-throa
ting his prick. She kept the pressure on his prostate gentle and steady while thrusting his cock into the back of her throat. Kelly took his sack into her free hand absently rubbing the pad of her thumb back and forth across the soft skin. The first drops of cum splashing against the back of her throat were her only warning and a heartbeat before he exploded. His load flooded her mouth. She could hear him above her, moaning her name, cursing her and straining against the bindings. Kelly sucked and swallowed, still working his dick, still massaging his sweet spot, until he’d nothing more to give her and his body went lax.
Kelly left him there, spent and trussed while she went to the bathroom. When she returned she climbed onto his chest, kissing him with minty breath and he begged quietly against her mouth to be let go. She smiled against his lips and rubbed her cheek against his slightly stubbled chin. “Kelly, please,” he whispered, “let me touch you. I need to touch you.”
She didn’t answer, not that he could’ve heard anyway. Instead she turned so that she faced his pelvis and took his semiflaccid prick into her hand and gently bathed it with her tongue. Kelly enjoyed being able to get the entire length of him onto her tongue at once. She kissed and nibbled and licked until he started to grow hard again. And she enjoyed feeling it grow between her lips, as well. With her pussy on his chest, her juices puddling there, she knew he could smell her. Kelly slowly backed up until she was rubbing her clit against his stubbly chin. The sting of coarse hair against her soft button made her pussy tighten and release.
Michael shot his tongue into her hole, filled her with it and wiggled it around, rubbing the inside of her walls while she squirmed on his face, pushing back harder, rubbing her clit against his chin faster. He pulled his tongue out of her and then slowly slid back inside, and again, and again, fucking her with it. Then Michael sucked her clit into this mouth and she felt a jolt of pleasure arrow through her. He sucked hard on the sensitive nubbin and thrilled her but Kelly pulled away. When she came, it would be on his cock and on her terms.
