"She was displeased with my answer. There might have been a joke that took place. I handed her a loaded gun, because she had a very dry humor about her already. There were a few laughs around the room. Yeah...I felt stupid."
I sit up, ignoring my hard dick, and grip her face in my hands. Her mouth opens when my thumb brushes along her bottom lip. "Had I been there, I would have pretended to think the same thing, beautiful."
She smirks. "Were you that guy?"
I smile. "And what guy is that?"
"The one that always saves the damsel in distress."
My smile broadens. "I was that guy." I laugh. "But in my defense I had an older sister that would have kicked my ass had I been any other way."
"Smart girl."
She looks at my lips. "Yeah, she is. She'd like you. Maybe one day you can meet her."
"I'd like that."
The air around us becomes thick. The mood turns serious. We don't speak or move for what seems like forever. She just looks at me and I stare at her. There are so many unknowns in this situation. Everything about my personal life is a haze; has been for a while...except her.
I pull her toward me until our lips press together. My tongue slips between her lips. I just want to taste her. I pull back. "I know what I want to do today. You can pick tonight. Sound good?"
Rules are pretty simple here. We live normally. That means we come and go like a regular couple. Maybe that's why she doesn't act camera shy, because when you do normal activities, you forget that the cameras are around. We have cameras on us whether we stay here or leave. The goal is to be a real couple and have explosive and explicit sex. That's it. They take care of the rest.
"I want to take you out for a day on the green."
She scrunches her nose. "Uh, you want to play golf? I would most definitely suck at golf. How is that fun?"
"Because it's goofy golf."
She smiles. "That I can do. You should have said that first."
"And miss the look of disappointment on your face? No way."
She pushes me back against the bed and leans over me, her nipples rubbing against my chest. "You haven't seen disappointment. That would come if I lose. I'm warning you. I'm very competitive. And I'll figure out a way to win."
"Oh yeah." I grab her blonde hair in my fist and tug. "I'll play. But I'm warning you that I don't play fair."
She grinds her panty-covered pussy along the length of my dick. "You don't intimidate me anymore."
"No?"
"No."
I roll, rotating our positions. "Nothing?"
Her eyes scan mine. She's unsure, but she's not going to admit it. "Nothing with you."
I push up on my knees and grab her ankle, pulling it to my lips, before crossing it to the other side to flip her over. She gets on her hands and knees and looks back at me. "Then let me fuck you in the ass."
She stares at me with wide eyes. I'm waiting for her to say no, but I can tell she doesn't want to. For a dramatized effect, I grab my dick and stroke it slowly, showing my size. "Okay. I'll try it."
Fuck, my dick just hardened some more, making the skin tight. My heart is racing. I grab her ass cheek in my other hand. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Will it hurt?"
"Probably, but I'll go slow. If you want to stop, I will."
"Okay."
I lean forward and kiss her back. "Just when I think you can't get any better you surprise me."
Reaching over, I pull the top drawer of her nightstand open, grabbing a condom and the small bottle of lube just like the contents of mine. I upright my body, and then rip the condom open, rolling it on immediately. She watches as I open the bottle of lube and pour a significant amount in my hand, before rubbing it up and down my dick, spreading it all over the condom.
I place the bottle upside down, holding it above the crack of her ass, and then squeeze. It pours out on the top of her ass and drizzles between her cheeks. I close the bottle and toss it aside. My thumb follows the trail, smearing it over her skin, and then I massage it over her asshole. She tenses at first touch, but then relaxes. "Do you like this?"
"Yes. Most guys do."
"Why?"
"It just feels different. It's forbidden territory. For some it's even a way to dominate over his partner. I won't lie. I love your ass, and I want to fuck it. I think about it often, but most of all it appeals to me because no one else has been in there. Have you changed your mind?"
"No... I just wanted to know. I want to try things you like."
"Does it make you uncomfortable?"
"A little."
"I'll make you forget, baby. Push back and spread for me."
She does as I ask, pressing against my thumb. I push at the same time, allowing it to break the seal. She makes a low noise as my thumb enters her completely. "Relax, baby. You’ve had my finger in there once already. It's a mental thing. It's made to stretch."
With my opposite hand I reach around her and find her clit. She presses into me further when I start to rub up and down over it. "That's it, baby."
I pump my finger in and out, letting her get used to the fill back there. She moans. I pull out and stop touching her. She looks back at me again. "I need both hands for a minute, baby. I'll go slow and explain. Okay?"
She nods her head. "Okay."
I grab my dick in one hand and her shoulder in the other to hold her body still. Pressing the head of my dick between her cheeks, I find her hole, and then rub my head over it. She moans, confirming it feels good. "You like that, baby?"
"Yeah," she says breathy.
"I'm going in. Relax. For me."
Pulling her toward me by the shoulder, I thrust against her ass slowly, allowing my dick to penetrate her. It tries to slip a couple times from the muscle being so tight, but I increase pressure and slowly enter, not stopping until the head is in. She whimpers. "Relax baby. You okay?"
She nods again. "Just different."
"Just don't tense and work against me. I'll make it feel good in just a minute." She arches more and I thrust inside slowly as she does. "Fuck, that feels so good."
She clenches the comforter in her fists, not looking at me as I continue to ease inside all the way. I stop once I'm all the way in, trying to get a grip before I fucking nut from how hard my dick is being squeezed right now. I lean over her, grabbing her breast in one hand, squeezing, and quickly rubbing her hard nipple as I start to thrust. "Shit," she screams out. "It hurts."
I slap her ass hard enough to get her attention, but don't stop, and then follow through with a light rub. I kiss beside her spine. "Do that again."
I kiss again. "This?"
"All of it."
I slap her ass again, causing her to yell a cutoff moan. "You like when I slap your ass?"
I speed up my thrusts a little, squeezing her tit harder to change the point of pain. She whimpers again, but lower this time. I upright myself. "Hands on the headboard, baby."
She grabs onto it. I move my hands to her hips and grip them hard, as I pound into her, but taken down a few notches from what I want to do. "I love your fucking body. Shit. You feel so good." My head falls back. For the first time she moans and I fucking lose it, my nuts tightening and my dick starting to throb. "I'm about to come all in that beautiful ass."
I thrust inside and stop as I come into the condom. "Holy shit."
My eyes close. When I open them she's shaking. Fuck. I pull out slowly and pull the condom off, tossing it in the trashcan beside the bed. "Turn over, baby."
I help her turn over onto her back. Tears are streaming down her beautiful face. I feel like shit. I lean over her between her legs; our chests touching, and then kiss her tears, before wiping them with my hands. "Fuck, Kambry. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Baby, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I wanted to." Pain is evident in her voice.
"No, it's not fine. I shouldn’t have asked. I'm just used to...fuck, never mind." I scoot her head to the edge of the bed, changing our direction. "Le
t me make you feel good. Let me make you forget." I kiss her. Her mouth is salty and wet from her tears. She kisses me back. My tongue inches out, and I create a wet trail down her body, stopping at her breasts with a kiss on each, then her navel, until I reach the place I'm aiming for.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I push them back toward her head, spreading her as much as I can. I slowly lean into her, kissing her lips, before lightly licking along them with the point of my tongue. "Mmmm."
I look up at her from beneath my lashes. Her head is lifted, looking at me. I push up on her thighs, just enough to see her. "Lay back, baby. Relax. Don't watch. Just feel. You may have started with pain, but you're going to end with pleasure."
Leaning down, I swipe my tongue between her folds, and then harden the tip just as it hits her clit. Her head falls back, slightly hanging over the edge. My hands move to spread her lips open, holding her legs with my forearms as I flick my tongue back and forth in quick, short strokes. She lets out a deep, long moan. My dick hardens again. It does every fucking time she sounds like that.
I swear on my life no woman has ever turned me on so much naturally that I could get up right after I blew my load. I slide a finger inside of her, just because I want to feel how wet I make her, and she doesn't disappoint. I can feel her arch off the bed. I suck her clit into my mouth as I pump in and out of her. I love the way she tastes.
Her pussy starts to clamp around my finger and her moans become louder. Her hand grips in my hair and she pulls. I go back to flicking back and forth, but faster. She moves her hand to the back of my head and pulls me into her, smashing my mouth against her lips, so I suck again, letting her feel every second of her orgasm, not stopping until she tugs at my hair.
I move up her body, wiping my mouth on my shoulder. When her eyes meet mine, it feels like someone put an electric current to my heart, giving it a jump-start. The rhythm changes. "Feel better?"
"Yeah. You didn't have to, though."
"Yeah I did. I'm your man. That means I do whatever is necessary to leave you happy."
I align the head of my dick at her entrance, and then pull her down the bed a couple of inches. "What are you doing?"
"Now, I'm going to make love to you; slow."
I push into her as slow as I can. She wraps her arms around my waist, putting her hands on my ass. "I'm content even if you don't."
"Content is not good enough. Intoxicated is the goal. I'm going to finish what I started."
And then I lay my mouth on hers and kiss her, the way she deserves to be kissed...
He rounds the truck a few moments after he kills the engine, and opens my door, extending his hand for me. "You ready to loosen up those shoulders, beautiful? I want to stare at your butt while you show me your golfer's stance."
I try not to laugh, but really...who says stuff like that without sounding totally corny or like a douche bag? Oh right...Saxton does, that's who. "I hardly think I'll be loosening anything. We won't even be hitting the ball very hard unless you know of some form of miniature golf I've never heard of."
I slide out of the truck, before he pulls me against his front. He smells so good. It's a clean, manly smell; not to mention he looks hot as hell in that pair of white cargo shorts and that tee shirt the color of coral. Lying next to his bare skin it creates a dark bronze skin tone. He has stubble, like he does pretty often, and it just makes it so much better. I don't know why, but I like him better with a little bit of a rough edge.
"Maybe. You never know what tricks I have up my sleeve. This is the king of goofy golf courses. You haven't played goofy golf until you've played here." He grabs my butt in his hands, squeezing over the white cotton fabric. "I like these shorts. They remind me of lace." He places a kiss on my bare shoulder. "This is sensual, and sexy; hanging off your shoulder like this. You look good in black and white."
"Yeah. Kind of. The lace thing I mean. Not that I look good. They're comfortable. Nothing spectacular about the top; it's just black. I'm rambling. Are you ready to go start?" I breathe out, trying to stay calm with him touching me like this. I still haven't figured out why in the world my body reacts the way it does to him with just a simple touch or kiss.
I haven't said a whole lot since we got out of bed a couple of hours ago. I was a little unsure of how to feel after...earlier. I've never had even a remote turned on thought when it came to my hindquarters. I'm not going to pretend it was all flowers and sunshine. Truthfully it hurt like hell. It was an uncomfortable pressure, like when you need to use the bathroom and have held it too long, making me paranoid.
At first I felt a little degraded, unsure as to why a straight man would want to do something that is so frowned upon and a consequence of things like prison. It's still not clear, but I don't want to miss out on any moment or activity for fear that it’s abnormal. I've missed out on too much of my life already. I was nervous, but I trust him. What probably confused me the most was that there was a point at the end, once I finally started to get used to the invasion in my ass, that I liked it. It should have felt dirty and forbidden, and it did, but that's the part that made me like it more.
When it was over, and he saw me crying, it was more of the result from the beginning. I just didn't know how to explain. I was already past the pain. I also have a confession. Once it was over, I was sort of glad that I remained silent, because the way he took care of me...so flawlessly and gentle, was something I'll never forget. He was tender. I felt every part of it. As he looked into my eyes, thrusting in and out of me, I wanted so badly to whisper I love you, but I kept that a secret in fear of ruining it.
I know it's stupid to love a porn star, because I'm only destined to get hurt. At some point he's going to be inside of another woman the way he's been inside of me. My heart will probably crumble, but I don't know how to shut these feelings off. I've never felt this way. I never wanted to tell Kyle those words. They felt like a lie, so when he told me...I just said, I know.
Now that we're here, all of those insecure feelings from earlier are vanishing. I suppose I just needed to move past the shock of what I allowed him to do to my body. I look at him as he inches me to my right, leaving an opening to the truck. "I kind of like when you ramble and when you get all nervous. It reminds me of high school; a much simpler time."
"Oh yeah?" I lightly shove at him, teasing. "Were you a ladies’ man? Making all the girls nervous..."
"Damn right." He winks, playing along, with that damn smile that makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. "I worked on a farm." He grabs my hand and lightly rubs it beneath his shirt, over his tightened abs. "They wanted me for my body. Plus, I was a sweetheart and made them laugh. What was there not to love?"
"Pffft. That body does nothing for me, Maverick. You must be getting rusty."
He places his free hand flush against the truck and changes the direction from north to south as he leans toward me, pushing my hand back down toward his waistband. "You sure about that, Bama? Those cheeks sure do resemble the color of crimson instead of peach."
My fingertips break the seal, slipping under his shorts and boxer briefs. I feel the beginning of very short stubble. From the corner of my eye I notice a family walking through the parking lot with a couple of kids. I pull my hand away. "Okay, okay, fine. You win. I love your body, I love your personality, I love y-" I clear my throat. "Everything about you." I'm such an idiot.
The grin on his face looks exactly like The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. "Roll tide, baby." His lips stop just an inch from mine, his eyes locked on mine. He's still smiling and I'm pretty sure I'm not breathing. "I've never been much of an SEC fan, but I think you just recruited me, because crimson is now my favorite color." He lightly kisses me and pushes off, grabbing a cap from the truck and shutting the door, before turning to walk toward the building. "Come get your balls."
I watch as he walks away with a swagger in his step. He places the ball cap on his head and adjusts it into place. I slap my hands over my face and shake my head, mumbl
ing to myself. "There is no hope for me."
When I catch up to him he's already at the payment counter, waiting with a golf club in his hand, swung over his shoulder, and a short pencil behind his ear. He's propped on the counter with his other forearm. "I was about to come looking for you."
"Oh, shut up, loser," I laugh. "It has not been that long and you know it." I spot the club rack to my left, grabbing one, and then point it at him. "I thought you were supposed to be sweet. Since when does a gentleman leave his date at the truck?"
"The kind that's giving his girlfriend a view of his ass so she'll want it later. Balls?"
"I should have known. What about your balls?"
"I think he means these balls."
My eyes widen and turn toward the female voice laced with humor. She doesn't look but maybe a year or so older than me, pointing to the bucket full of multicolored golf balls. "Oh. Right."
I grab the pink one and turn toward Saxton. "Welcome back, Crimson. At least I know your mind is in the right place."
I kind of want to die right now. "Are you ready to start?"
"I'm waiting on you to grab my ball."
"Funny. I'm not grabbing your ball."
"No really." He laughs. "I swear I was just fucking around with you earlier. Pick my color."
I grab the green one and extend it toward him. "Here, have a lime, because you're leaving a sour taste in my mouth."
His club swings down to the ground like a cane, and instead of grabbing the ball from my palm he bends down and drives into me like a football player, only soft, before wrapping his arm around the back of my thighs and standing, taking me with him, hanging over his shoulder. "Sax... What are you doing?"
"Taking you to hole one."
"My legs work."
"Yes, but so does your mouth, and between the two of us we're never going to start."
"It's your fault. I've asked like twice already. Put me down. I can walk. We are in a family environment."
"What are you trying to say? I can't fuck you against the wall of the cave mid-course. That was supposed to be the plot twist. You're messing up my plans, beautiful."
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