Wicked Steps

by CORY CYR

  “I’m dying.” I heard a soft sob.

  “I haven’t even fucked you yet. This is just the appetizer. Wait until we get to the main course and then dessert.” I began to sweat as my cock bent uncomfortably. I needed to take off my pants, but I knew if I removed them now, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Elle was seconds away from coming, and I had to grind my teeth to stop myself from doing the same. There was nothing currently more important than pleasuring her. I’d made her watch me as another woman satisfied me. I had much to reconcile.

  She arched her back as I slid my tongue deeply in and out. A feral scream ripped through the air as she came apart in my mouth. I savored her flavor as it blanketed my tongue. I took her legs from my shoulders and gently eased them down. She stared at me through what I could only surmise as a sexual haze as she curled into a fetal position. I licked my chin, hoping to relish every drop.

  “My God, you are truly wicked,” she muttered.

  “Why do you think I had those words inked as my first tattoo? I wanted the public to be informed.”

  “Very funny. I’ll go out on a limb and say only the female population has been the recipient of your wicked sexual nature.”

  “And I’m going to say there’s only one woman who will be that recipient from now on. By the way, Elle, I think you may have a naughty and wicked side, too.” I placed a kiss on her stomach as I reached for her. “And because of that, I think I need to fuck you now.”

  She sat on the edge of the table, crossing her legs and covering her breasts with her hands. I think the nudity was too much to handle as she sat exposed on the dining room table. I handed her my shirt, which she dressed in immediately. The attire must have given her confidence, because she jumped off the table and padded her way over to me with a predatory gleam in her eye.

  My breathing stalled as I reached for her. She stopped my reach, keeping me at arm’s length. Her fingers grazed my zipper, and my body responded as I bulged behind it. With artistic manipulation, she released me.

  The shock was evident in her eyes as they met my gaze. “Kieran, what did you do?”

  “Do you like? Do I still appeal to you like this?”

  Her fingers were feather soft as she stroked me, then took the other hand and wrapped it around the base. The evidence of the previous piercing was noticeable, but I wasn’t sorry I’d removed the rings. As strange as the sensation was, I embraced it. This was something I had done for both of us. “Baby, stop for a moment. I need to give you something.”

  “You are,” she quipped as she began to tug at my pants, attempting to remove them.

  I wished I’d done this in the car. We should have talked prior to our sexcapades, because having her stop mid-stroke was killing me. “I wanted you to trust me. I didn’t want you to have any concerns, especially after what you went through. I knew I was safe, but I needed you to believe it. I had Keith run a few tests on me, too. I got the results a couple days ago.” I dug through my back pocket and retrieved a wrinkled piece of paper. “I had them give me the paperwork so I had more than verbal proof.”

  Her touch reassured me as I handed her the paper. She didn’t even read as she placed it on the coffee table. “I don’t have to see verification after you saved my life. I know you would never jeopardize my health as your father did. His sins are not yours.”

  “I—” I stopped short and blinked quickly, bringing myself back into the present. Those three fucking words. If I told her how I truly felt, it might change everything. I had no previous experience. I had nothing to go on. I could be confusing this emotion with the heat of the moment. And what if she didn’t feel the same? I didn’t want to force her to reciprocate what I was trying to say.

  “I want you, Kieran, and this. When we had sex the first time, it was me that initiated it. I did the taking. Honestly, I don’t even recognize who that person was. But what I want now is you and me coming together on consensual terms. I want you inside me so bad I can’t think of anything else.”

  I shimmied off my pants and kicked them to the side. I heard her suck in a deep breath as her eyes caressed me from head to toe. My cock tipped upward as blood surged to its head. A crystal bead of precum sat proudly along the slit. She traced one finger along my swollen flesh, stopping long enough to linger on my balls. I pulled her down on me as I collapsed on the sofa. Her legs straddled my lap.

  “I thought you wanted to fuck me,” she cooed.

  “Oh, I plan to, but I wanted an encore of our first night, minus the manacles.” I chuckled as I put both hands under and raised her. “Open wide, baby.”

  I positioned her carefully as she sat down. She threw her head back with a moan, and I could see her pupils dilate. She withdrew slowly, then sat down faster. My body ground into Elle as my hands stayed firmly affixed to her ass. I hadn’t been inside a woman without a condom for close to nine years.

  I’d always thought I’d used the piercings for sexual gratification, but nothing would ever compare to the present. Being so deep within, I could feel every response and contraction her body rendered. I held Elle in place as we rocked into each other, her muscles clenching around my cock with each thrust. That familiar tightening of my sack along with my balls pulling upward had me bearing down with force. Her body pressed to my chest as I felt the squeeze of her pussy. Her lips brushed mine, and my previously closed eyes flickered open. God, she was beautiful.

  “You leave me speechless,” I croaked as I continued to pummel her with my cock.

  Her breathing labored as she replied, “Then it’s a good thing we don’t need words.”

  She scored my arms with her nails as a banshee cry erupted. The sound echoed through the entire house as my hot seed spilled into her. I kept pumping because there was no barrier, no condom—no obstruction. I couldn’t get enough. Even when the crown got so sensitive it bordered on discomfort, I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to stay in the warm and wet place that cocooned me in serenity.

  I removed my hands from her bottom and ran them through her hair as I tilted her face to mine. I allowed my tongue to explore the edges of her mouth, then delve between her lips. I suddenly felt possessive. The tip gently swirled around hers, then deepened the kiss. I flashed back to the first time, and I recalled how brutally I’d first kissed her. That had been out of anger. This one meant ownership. I needed her to understand all she was belonged to me now. I ended the embrace by languidly nipping her bottom lip. Then I lifted her gently off my softening cock.

  “Take off the shirt. I want you naked,” I said as I stood and helped her with it. Her body was amazing, every inch perfect in size and shape.

  I brushed a finger between her breasts as I bent my head to taste her. Elle’s back arched as I licked around the areola, then sucked the nipple into a plump point. “God, but you are breathtaking,” I murmured.

  “So are you.” I heard her sigh.

  “Am I?” I chuckled as I sat on the plush carpet, pulling her with me.

  She giggled as she stared at me with skepticism. “I’m fairly sure I’m not the first woman or man to tell you that. You know you’re gorgeous, because you use it like a weapon. I think you’re quite used to women falling at your feet.”

  “My pretty boy looks didn’t work on you,” I said, grinning.

  She reached over and touched my cheek. “Are you kidding me? The first time I saw you, I was mesmerized.” She softened her voice to almost a hush. “I allowed you to finger fuck me.”

  “If I’d known just my looks alone permitted me to get in your pants, hell, I should have shown you my body—God knows what that might have accomplished.”

  Her hand swept across my dick as she began to knead the head. “I kind of like you sans rings. It allows me to be more agile during my hand jobs.”

  I flipped her over so I was on top. Her legs fell open as I prodded them with my cock. She was drenched with her arousal and my semen, allowing me easy access. My eyes rolled back in immense pleasure. As I thrust into her,
I became aware of every breath and sound. I laced my fingers through hers as she undulated her hips, meeting every stroke. My entire body pulsed with new sensations as I began to pound into her deeply. I hated being out of control, but my self-restraint had unraveled somewhere between the dining room table and the sofa.

  “I can’t hold on, Elle. You feel too good.” My words jumbled in a growl.

  I felt her fingers dig into my ass cheeks, encouraging me to continue. I let out a moan of relief as I slammed into her. When I released with a cry of satisfaction, her body responded in kind. I quivered as I embraced her, our bodies glistening with sweat. The last time I’d had a marathon like this, there were four other women involved. But this moment was better than any I’d ever experienced. Everything I desired and needed gift wrapped in one person.

  I had let my parents’ relationship as well as others dictate my thought process. It never occurred to me it could be like this, and I never imagined the object of my misguided animosity would be the person who laid the foundation for my future happiness.

  Thirty-Three

  Ellery

  I never believed for one second I would end up here, with Kieran. He hadn’t lied when he vowed to fuck me everywhere in the house. The dining room. The sofa. The floor. The wine cellar. The gym.

  After the exercise room, we were both starving for actual food. I made cold cut sandwiches as he got two bags of chips from the pantry. We ate seated on the kitchen island.

  I laughed as I watched him eye the condiments sensually. “Don’t even think about it unless we hit your shower immediately afterward.” I handed him a sandwich, then began to nibble on mine. “Can’t you be normal and buy edible sex gel like everybody else?”

  His brows shot up. “Is it too late to have those delivered?” I laughed as I threw a chip at him. He caught it in his mouth. “I have skills.”

  I nodded in agreement because, holy hell, could that man fuck. I was surprised he stopped long enough to eat, but in his mind, I was sure it was sustenance so he could continue.

  It had been a long day emotionally. My stamina was beginning to dwindle, and as I ate, I became more tired. I watched him as he popped the last of his snack in his mouth.

  I’d made him put his jeans back on before we ate. I’d pulled his shirt back on. I explained it was too inviting to consume any meal while he stood naked less than two feet from me. Once we finished our feast, he immediately removed his pants.

  “Seriously?” I asked as I stared into smoldering green eyes.

  “Oh yeah,” he replied while taking off my shirt. He went to his knees and began kissing my thighs. “Spread your legs a little, baby.”

  My traitorous legs obeyed without any hesitation. My sex began to drum as one finger dipped into my wetness. “Oh God.” My body was ready to combust from his single touch.

  “I told you the first time. Think lower and much hotter. I know you still think I’m the devil.”

  I could feel his breath as he pressed his tongue to my cleft. My clit felt hard and extended as he gently rubbed it. I slipped off the island and positioned myself so I would have the dishwasher to support me. I felt as though my legs might give out if he explored any farther. I cried out as he nipped the sensitive nub. I pulled his hair tightly as a warning. His tongue was warm as he slipped it in and out. My body tightened like a bow as I gave in to my climax. As I opened my legs farther, I began to tremble uncontrollably. My eyes pleaded with him, but he continued gliding his tongue inside me. I balled one hand into a fist as I tugged on his hair with purpose. I cried out as my body convulsed in pleasure.

  “No more. I’m begging you,” I cried out. “Please.”

  He stood, all six feet three inches towering over me, naked, tattooed, and with sex hair. He gave me a wicked smile as he licked his upper lip, his chin wet with my release.

  “I hadn’t finished eating. My favorite meal is dessert, and baby, you taste sweet, better than any crème pastry.”

  “I’ll remember the donuts next time,” I mused. “Can I convince you we should take a shower? I’m exhausted, Kieran. I believe I’m all fucked out.”

  He laughed as his arms reached around me, my cheek against his chest. “You are acquainted with water sports?”

  I gazed up at him as he quickly pecked me on the lips. “Oh dear Lord, you do realize I’m old, right?”

  He might not be Satan, but he had devilish attributes. His tongue, fingers, and cock should be biblically documented as deadly sins. Hell, maybe his entire body.

  “You’re extremely flexible for being so old. If this is you over the hill, I can’t wait for forty.” I elbowed him as he rotated my body to face his room door. “By all means, Grandma, let’s go shower.” He laughed

  I frowned as he walked me from behind. He saw us like this when I was forty, in five years? Or was that just him talking bullshit? My heart yearned to believe everything he said, but the logic kept me from trusting him. I had hesitations because we went from enemies to lovers; there had been no in between for us. We hadn’t taken any time to know each other. Sure, we knew the basics, but it would never be a strong enough foundation to handle what might come.

  He turned on the shower, then got towels. I ransacked his vanity until I found pins to clip up my hair. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a bar of soap. After eight-plus orgasms, I felt downright grungy. We both stepped under the steamy water. I’d put up my hair for a reason. He didn’t seem to care as he pulled me into him. He was wet, slippery, and breathtaking. I felt my body respond to every touch. My pussy began to pulsate as he soaped up a sponge with bath gel. He began at my neck, then worked his way down.

  “I think it’s my pussy that needs attention,” I said as my face warmed. I had never been that explicit with another man.

  He dropped the sponge as he tipped up my chin. His expression was seductive. His eyes appraised me slowly, stopping at the junction of my thighs. I knew what he planned, and as much as I enjoyed being able to bring him to his knees, it was my turn. I bent slowly as the water rushed over my hair and body. I no longer cared about anything but gratifying this man before me. He had embedded himself in my body and my heart, and being close to him heated my blood.

  I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth and felt it swell immediately. He groaned as he pressed his body against the glass stall. His hand gently caressed my hair as I circled the rim of his crown with my tongue. As I continued licking, I skimmed his length with one hand and fondled his balls. They felt heavy and full.

  “If you keep exploring, I’ll come,” he gurgled under the shower.

  I bobbed my head as I began pumping his cock. I heard him gasp as the grip on my hair grew tighter. I could feel him thicken as I lapped my tongue all around him. I sucked as I kept feeding him into my mouth. I could feel his cock skimming the roof of my mouth as I slipped my hand under his sack and squeezed it gently.

  “Son of a bitch, mother fuck.”

  As I heard his words, his seed filled my mouth. I tilted my head back to swallow. He quickly pulled out and turned me around, placing my hands above my head, pinning my body against the glass. His cock quickly slipped into me as we rocked against each other. He reached around me and began kneading my clit as his dick continued to pummel me.

  “Come, baby. Come for me,” he panted as he slammed into me with fury. “You’re mine.”

  I shivered under the hot water as I heard him vow those two words. Hartman had said the same thing numerous times as he assaulted me. But Kieran wasn’t him. I had to believe that.

  My pulse spiked as my muscles tightened around his hard length, giving way to an explosive orgasm. As he kissed the back of my neck, his rhythm slowed.

  “You are a naughty minx, aren’t you?” His cock was still inside me as he spoke.

  “I wasn’t… until we met. You, Wicked, are a bad influence.” I moved forward, allowing his shaft to fall from me.

  I spun around and reached for the sponge. I put soap on it and began washing his ches
t. His inked arms were vibrant because his body was wet. He had tattooed much of his pain and anger on his skin. The only representation of beauty was of his mother. Her portrait along with loving words was the only depiction of grace that decorated him. My heart ached. The only real affection he’d ever known was Darcea’s love. I was sure he deluded himself by thinking other people cared, but in reality, everyone wanted something. If being with Hartman had taught me anything, it was everything you really wanted desperately cost something. And the person you owed decided what the cost would be and how you paid.

  “You look lost in thought, babe.”

  I tossed down the sponge and pressed my body into his. I was so confused in regards to this man. And all this sex didn’t help.

  Five minutes later, he turned off the shower and handed me a towel. I wiped off the steamy mirror to see myself. I looked like a drowned rat, and he looked like Poseidon, god of the sea. Mother Nature was a cruel bitch.

  Thirty-Four

  Kieran

  Even though I’d never admit it, I was bone tired. My legs felt like I’d run fifty miles and my body ached. That last blowjob wound me up so tight I had to finish it by fucking her. That was it. I was baked. Put a fork in me because I was done. I couldn’t even count the number of times I came, but I was positive the sperm bank was now depleted. It might take me a day or two to build momentum back up. Of course, I would never tell her, because regardless of her age, she kept up with me. I had no idea how she managed, but she was still breathing.

  I smiled as I got in bed and lay beside her. I lazily drifted my fingers up and down her bare arm. She looked as exhausted as I felt.

  “You tired, babe?” I asked as I pulled up a blanket to cover us.