Flame

by Skylar Cross

  I’ve got to get out of here! The magnetic electricity that draws us together seems to have expanded. He isn’t even here and yet, I feel it pulling me into its promise of bliss.

  I splash cold water on my face. Then I walk over to the lockers.

  I’m about to strip to shower when I feel a presence. I turn around.

  There he is, leaning on the white cinderblock wall.

  “What are you doing in here?” I say.

  Well, no. Actually I don’t say that. Those are the words I’m supposed to say. They’re on my lips. I’m supposed to act all shocked and dismayed and girly that he’s in here.

  But I don’t do any of that.

  No, I don’t.

  I just don’t.

  Instead I stare.

  He’s shirtless. Just shorts and athletic shoes.

  Smirking.

  Oh, God, that’s a deadly smirk.

  It says I know you want me.

  It doesn’t lie.

  He steps toward me.

  His chest is amazing. I want to probe it, to explore it, to feel its strength on top of me. Slabs of stony power with sharp ridges that lead down to carved abs.

  Fuck, am I imagining this? No man is this perfect.

  The magnetic field is at full permeation now. There is no escape. It locks me in place, unable to move.

  My breathing is heavy. My nipples are erect. My clit is on fire. I can feel my pulse throbbing through it.

  Then he moves.

  Toward me.

  Run, Sofia, run! Get out of here! This is wrong! He’s a criminal! You’re investigating him! You can’t do this!

  Somehow... God knows how... he’s standing close to me. Don’t know how it happened. I don’t think either of us moved. Time and space seemed to move, warping us to within an inch of each other.

  Next thing I know, he’s grabbing my upper arms.

  Hard.

  Fierce.

  Staring me down.

  Moving in closer.

  I can’t stop him.

  I don’t want to stop him.

  God, I want this so much!

  I’ve wanted it since the first time I saw those eyes glaring up at me from LaTashia’s goddamned iPad.

  There’s no way a man like this can get to me! No fucking way! I’m in charge here!

  He kisses me, canceling out that thought and proving me completely wrong.

  I let go.

  The world diffuses into a steamy mass of hot sweaty flesh. Hard muscle pressing into me, around me, enfolding me in its rough warmth.

  A wet, fierce tongue in my mouth. Hands on my breasts. The dam bursts down blow, sending a flood into my panties.

  He smashes into me, slamming me up against the row of lockers. I gasp, eyes open wide as he pulls back and stares into me again.

  We’re both breathing heavily now, the scent of our bodies permeating the air. Dirty, musky man. Flooded twat. Sweat. Grit. Power.

  My knees are shaking. He kisses me again, even harder. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. My knees shake, my calves wrapping themselves behind his all, on their own, like they are trying to meld with him.

  My arms take off too, pressing up and behind me against the cold steel of the lockers. Like they’re giving him the surrender signal while at the same time trying to press me further into him.

  God, I’m gushing! I can feel it.

  Like he heard me, his palm slides down my stomach under my shorts and panties, and right onto my drenched clit.

  Dios mio!

  With his two forefingers, he pinches my mound, sliding deep into both sides. Then strokes upward, letting his palm graze my clit again. Then down again, then up again.

  My hands find the sides of his head. Sweaty hair. Firm ears. Tough jawbone. I press upwards, exploring the solid structure of this perfectly constructed face I’ve studied so well. I know its lines, its crevices, its valleys. And it’s right here, in my hands.

  He continues to kiss me feverishly, devouring my mouth while sandwiching my now exposed nub in between his stroking fingers. I feel it rubbing against both sides of my hood which expands and contracts with each stroke.

  Puta madre!

  I think I’m moaning.

  He stops kissing me and sinks his teeth down into my neck. My head snaps back, hitting the locker. Kind of a hard hit, but I really don’t give a shit.

  My hands probe his neck muscles as they flex while he licks my neck. He stops stroking, pressing his palm firmly on the head of my clit as his fingers begin teasing my inner lips.

  I’m shaking now. I’m no longer human. Nothing exists except for this feeling of trapped joyous intensity that is unwavering.

  Then he stops.

  And stares into my eyes again, perfectly still.

  I hear my breathing. A new sheen of sweat has formed all over me.

  Then he laughs, his hand just cupped over my mound.

  I want to say what the fuck?, but again I can’t form words.

  “You’re such a control freak,” he says. “But I know you. I saw it in your eyes that night at the club.” He moves closer to my ear and speaks in a whisper. “You long to be controlled. To be owned. Commanded. Dominated.”

  “Fuck you,” I say.

  There you go, Sofia! You found your words!

  “First things first,” he says. “I’m going to tease you into complete submission, you dangerous, dirty girl. I’m going to eat your sweet pussy until it’s a smoldering mass of orgasm just waiting to explode. I’m going to lap up your delicious juice until you can’t take it anymore. And then...” he slams me up against the locker again as his eyes drill into mine... “Only then... will you come... at my command...”

  No man has ever talked to me like this, saying such delightfully dirty things with such sincere belief that they will happen.

  “Then, once I’m done pleasuring your pussy with my tongue and you come at my command, you know what I’m going to do to you, Ms. Badass Cop?”

  I grit my teeth, hard gasps of air pounding through them. He leans in and sticks his tongue in my ear, then bites my earlobe.

  “Ask me!” he says in a deep commanding voice. “Go ahead, ask me what I’m going to do.”

  “What... are... you... going to do?” I manage to get out between near-hyperventilating breaths.

  He smiles again. It’s an evil smile. A smile that knows it has me, that I’m completely powerless.

  “Then... I’m going to throw you down on this bench and fuck the living shit out of your hot sweaty body right here!”

  I make a noise that’s kind of a cross between a growl and a wail. I dig my fingernails into his neck.

  Then he kisses me again, one fast time, before pressing his face between my breasts, his hands up to my sides. He lifts off my sport bra with the ease of a man who has done it a thousand times.

  His tongue travels across my now exposed breasts. He pauses at my right nipple as his hands find the small of my back, lifting my bottom half away from the lockers. I feel the cold steel pressing into my neck as the center of gravity shifts.

  His teeth graze across the nipple. Involuntarily, my hips buck into him, shoving my crotch into his chest.

  His mouth moves down to my belly button, a hot wet warmth filling it with swirly delight. I close my eyes, trying to get control of my breathing. His hands move down and squeeze my buttocks. Then he moves upward to taste my other nipple.

  A firestorm of raging thunder crashes through my pussy. My athletic shoes lift themselves up off the floor, my toes curling inside them.

  Next thing I know he’s pulling my shiny shorts down. God, I must be a mess down there. He doesn’t seem to care though. He buries his nose in my drenched crotch, his hands pressing upward into the front of my thighs. Strong fingers digging into my muscles.

  My hands find his sopped hair, tugging and pulling as he breathes in my scent.

  He rips my panties down fast, exposing my ecstatic pussy. He studies it, his hands pulling the ski
n on both sides upward. Like he wants to inspect it, to take a mental picture of it.

  He does this a couple of times. I’m not sure if I can take it. I may just blow soon.

  Then his tongue dives in.

  Oh mi jodido Dios!

  I grunt and slam my fists into the lockers on both sides of me.

  “Careful,” he says. “You don’t come until I tell you to. Remember, now.”

  I bend my knees and sink down a little.

  “Fuck you, asshole,” I say.

  “You’re such a sweet girl,” he says, “to have such a dirty mouth. But you know what’s dirtier? This pussy.”

  He launches a new volley of swirls and licks all around inside me, darting his tongue in half-circles up to my clit.

  That’s it. Command or not, I’m not going to last much longer. I feel an orgasm building. No way I can control it.

  “This is a filthy, dirty pussy,” he says as he sucks one of my lips into his mouth. “I love filthy dirty pussies. I especially love this one. Such a bad pussy. Full of filthy, dirty longings.”

  I grab the sides of his head, trying to press him further into me. But he resists, keeping his head firmly in place.

  “Not yet, Ms. Badass,” he says. “Not yet. Not until I’m done savoring this sweet nectar.”

  And, in again he goes.

  This time he concentrates on my clit while putting one finger inside me.

  I gasp.

  Then another.

  He spreads me wide while he draws little circles around my clit with the tip of his tongue.

  Then he begins to finger fuck me.

  Me cago en la madre!

  So good. He knows I have an orgasm on deck ready to explode, but he’s keeping me on edge.

  I want to cuss. I want to scream. This fucking bastard has me locked here, right on the edge. I can’t move.

  His tongue is doing amazing swirls all over my clit now, stopping to press down hard every few moments. My entire body is now trembling.

  My fists pound the lockers behind me.

  “Fuck!” I scream out loud. “Fuck!”

  I look upward, then down at his face buried between my legs. His eyes look up at me with a cruel glint.

  “Are you ready to come for me?” he says.

  All I can do is nod between breaths.

  “Come for me, you dirty, filthy girl.”

  I come.

  My hips thrust themselves into his face in contractions. My upper thighs grip his head as I flail backward into the lockers, smashing my fists into them again.

  “God!” I yell. “Oh... God...”

  Then his tongue presses hard on my clit, smoothing it with even wet strokes.

  And, I come again.

  This time is bigger, more convulsive. I make a gulping, gasping sound as I let go completely. My pussy and his face in sweet comingling ecstasy.

  Then the world starts to return. I smell the hot steamy air of the locker room again. I begin to be able to control my breaths. My muscles un-clench.

  “Good girl,” he says as he finishes licking my hood, now retreating inside her lair.

  Next thing I know I’m spun around and pushed into the lockers face first.

  Chapter 7

  Colton

  Before I fuck her on the bench, I have to taste that sweet ass.

  Just as she’s coming down from her orgasm, probably thinking I’m going to be gentle and sweet now, I flip her body around and press her into the lockers face-first. She grunts underneath me. I love the way she tries to fight me at every turn, resists me, tries pushing me off. It’s like we’re still boxing.

  I press my nose into the crevice of her neck from behind, deeply inhaling the exquisite aroma of freshly fucked, sweaty girl.

  My favorite.

  I lick her slick back, drinking in her salty tang. I follow its dribbling streams down to her butt crack.

  Oh, God, my baby has a tramp stamp! A tribal design. My cock has been hard for a while, but now it’s busting out of my shorts.

  As I reach her ass crack, I’m in heaven. I don’t waste time. I pull her ass cheeks apart to see the most delicious little puckery browneye.

  God, I can’t help myself. I dive in there with my tongue. So nasty. So dirty. So sweaty and musky.

  She groans.

  “Mmmmmm,” I say. “What a fantastic ass. I’m so going to pleasure this ass.”

  I get my tongue way up inside her asshole, past her sphincter. She makes a little squeal.

  Then I’m back up at her face from the side. I knock her into the lockers again, then bite the back of her left ear. She whimpers.

  “You want my cock up your ass,” I growl hoarsely. “I know you’re an anal girl. I knew it when I first saw you. I can always tell. But first I want your pussy lips around my shaft. I want to pound that filthy, dirty pussy right here on this bench.”

  She fights me again as I twist her arm behind her, spin her, and get her flat down onto her back on the bench.

  I press my weight on top of her, pinning her in place. She puts up a good mock struggle, but I lock her in with my legs.

  My cock is clawing its way out of my shorts. I’m sure she can feel its girth and weight resting on her stomach.

  Her breathing is out of control. Love that. She has her hands on my chest pretending to push me upward. I just lean down harder until I’m an inch from her mouth again.

  I bite her lower lip.

  “I love the little token resistance you’re giving me,” I say. “But you know you want it. You know how much you need cock. My cock. In you. Fucking you. Fucking you hard. Fucking you raw. You need to get fucked by a real man... and you need to get fucked now.”

  She’s grunting fiercely under me now. Her hands move up to my neck and press. I take them and pin them down to her sides with my own.

  “Say it,” I say. “Say ‘I want you to fuck my brains out, Colton Stark.’”

  “Grrrrr,” she says, a little pool of spittle forming in the corner of her mouth. I stifle her with another kiss, her tongue matching mine with ferocity.

  I get my arms underneath her back and lift her up an inch off the bench, then slam her back down onto it. I press my face into hers. She pounds my back.

  “Say it!” I say.

  “Fuck me or I’m going to kill you!” she says with gritted teeth.

  Oh God, that’s the hottest thing a girl has ever said to me.

  That’s it. I can’t take anymore. I have to have my dick inside her.

  I lift myself up and rip down my shorts. My nine-inch cock springs out, ready and waiting.

  I see her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate as she stares at it. I can smell the lust for it coming from her.

  Her hands find it, wrapping her fingers around it. I always love this part, when they truly realize its actual size. With the full knowledge that this is about to be deep inside them.

  She keeps exploring it like she can’t believe it’s real... testing it, evaluating it, trying to figure out whether or not she can possibly get this inside her.

  She looks at me a little incredulously, still breathing hard. I laugh as I reach into my shorts pocket and pull out a condom.

  I bite it open and toss it between her breasts, letting the wrapper fall on the floor.

  “Put it on!” I say.

  She clumsily grabs it and places the top of it on the head of my cock. Her look is one of longing, like she’s in love with it.

  She unfolds the condom all the way down, probing with her hands the entire way.

  “You like my cock?” I say.

  She nods.

  “Fucking answer me!” I say.

  “I like your cock.”

  “Do you want to suck it for an hour?”

  She nods.

  “Good. But not today. It’s going right in your cunt. No time for your mouth today. You’re getting fucked!”

  She bucks under me, digging her fingernails into the backs of my arms.

  I can’t
help myself. I push myself all the way into her pussy.

  She screams.

  I grunt.

  I’m inside.

  Oh, so inside.

  So deep inside, all the way to the hilt.

  She looks like she’s going to burst. Her mouth is wide open as I just let my cock lie there for a good long moment deep inside her.

  Oh God, so good!

  Her pussy is wonderfully tight. It clenches onto my cock like a vise. At this rate, I’m not going to last long.

  I move backward, taking my shaft almost all the way out. She inhales audibly as I do.

  Then I slam it in again.

  She makes that animal noise again that she made earlier, and pounds my back.

  “You are so fucked now, you dirty, filthy girl!”

  She nods as I thrust three slow long strokes.

  “You are such a fucked fucked girl!”

  She nods as I pick up speed.

  “Look at you! Look at your tight pussy getting fucked!”

  She follows my command, looking down at the massive member appearing and disappearing inside her. Her half-closed swollen eye is so fucking hot as it tries to comprehend what’s happening.

  “That pussy is mine! I own it! I’ll do whatever I want to it! Right now, I want to fuck it harder than it’s ever been fucked before!”

  She starts to make little squeaky noises and her head goes back.

  I slam harder and faster. I’m not going to last. This is too good, so I want to make it a really good fuck.

  So I fuck.

  And I fuck and I fuck and I fuck.

  That twat doesn’t know what hit it. It’s spasm-ing around me, gripping and clenching while trying to make sense of its new intruder friend.

  She looks into my eyes while still making the involuntary squeaking sounds.

  I love this moment.

  I love having her like this. Owning her body. Owning her reactions to me inside her.

  Dominating her.

  Controlling her.

  I slow it down a little with long, deep strokes. I bend down and kiss her lightly on the lips, never breaking eye contact.

  “Like that?”

  She nods.

  “Answer me!”

  “Yes!”

  “Oh, yeah? Well, that was nothing. Now you’re going to get fucked even harder, you dirty, filthy girl! You thought you were fucked hard before? You are going to get pounded now! Your cunt is going to ache for a week! You’re about to get fucked so hard you won’t even be able to walk straight!”