Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  Christina only moaned around him when he pulled her hair, the vibration of the sound around him causing him to shudder. Realizing that she didn’t mind the roughness, he tentatively put more pressure on the back of her head, adjusting her tempo – when she didn’t fight him on it, he took a bit more liberty with controlling the pace.

  Declan’s fingers tightened against her scalp and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. Despite getting himself off before dinner, he knew that being touched by a woman for the first time – especially by one so adept – only made him a ticking time bomb. Again, recalling stories from his friends about their girlfriends, he had the foresight to warn her.

  “Christina, I think I’m gonna-”

  He trailed off when Christina looked up at him, her lips still wrapped tightly against his shaft. It seemed obvious that she had no intention of pulling away and when that realization struck him, he lost all restraint. His hips lifted off of the sofa slightly and he tightened his grip on the back of her head, thrusting past her lips with abandon before he finally spilled his seed inside of mouth. To her credit, she swallowed every drop and used her tongue to clean him as she slowly and almost reluctantly pulled away.

  Declan practically melted into the sofa, trying to catch his breath as his brain worked to figure out what had happened. Silently, Christina stood up, leaned over and kissed him on the lips before telling him goodnight and walking away. She left him there feeling spent and shocked at what had just transpired.

  A few moments passed before he finally stood up, pulling up his pants up and walking in a haze back towards his bedroom.

  Later that night, as he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, Declan pondered exactly what had gone on with Christina. He tried to convince himself that they’d both had too much wine and had both been hurt by his father and so they’d acted out and it wouldn’t happen again. However the idea of it being a one time thing also upset him. He thought about how good her mouth had felt wrapped around him and thought about her luscious breasts and just how much he wanted to return the favor. Granted, he’d never done anything like that with a woman before, but what he lacked in experience he was certain he could make up for with enthusiasm. Her sultry moans around his cock earlier made him wonder how loud she would be if he fucked her.

  As his erection rose just from thinking about it, he rationed with himself that – as much as he wanted to – he couldn’t just go into her room. Instead, he reached beneath his sheets to grip himself tightly, his mind trying to come up with a plan to get Christina in bed again. For all he knew, she would need some convincing – what if she already regretted what had happened? But on the off chance that she was thinking the same thing as him, he suddenly had a very good idea on how to ring in the New Year. When he came again, her name spilled from his lips and he drifted to sleep shortly after cleaning himself up – exhausted, spent and hopeful for the next evening.

  When Declan woke, it was already 10:30 in the morning and he figured that travelling the day before as well as the night’s activities had left him more exhausted than normal – since he was normally an early riser. Pulling on a pair of basketball shorts, he decided against looking for a shirt as he went to wash up and to search the kitchen for breakfast. He called out for Christina, but there was no sign of her.

  He spotted a post-it on the counter though: Went to the store. Be back around noon. XO-C

  Memories of the night before flooded back and aroused him, he hoped that she didn’t regret things to the point that she would avoid him for the rest of his stay now – but if the note were any indication things were fine.

  He briefly remembered his neighbor’s invitation the day before to “find her at midnight” but found himself comparing Jessie’s figure to Christina’s. Sure, Jessie was pretty, but she lacked Christina’s curves and sensuality. This comparison only assured him that his plan for the evening was the right decision.

  The rest of the day went by quickly and when Christina returned from the store and asked him what he wanted to do, he suggested just spending the night in having a quiet dinner and she was more than happy to agree, sparking a hope in Declan that things would work in his favor.

  Later that night, Declan heard Christina call for him and figured dinner must have been ready. Walking to the kitchen he found himself unable to locate her before he decided to look in the master bedroom. He knocked lightly before pushing the door open and poking his head inside. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of his stepmother in black lingerie lounging on her bed. “It took you long enough, I’ve been waiting for you,” she laughed softly, gesturing him into the room. He practically tripped in his rush to get to her. She was clad in a black bustier with matching panties.

  “You’re so sexy,” he complimented her and she just grinned in response tugging him onto the mattress with her.

  “I’ve been thinking about last night all day,” she told him. “Tell me what you want, Declan. You can have whatever you want.”

  Declan’s hand instantly moved to her chest, massaging her full breasts through the lace fabric. She let out a soft laugh that tapered off into a moan. Her chest arched slightly, pushing her body into his hands as he explored and groped at her body. Her soft moans let him know that she approved of his attention and soon he reached to pull off the garment keeping her from skin-to-skin contact.

  He had to take a moment to appreciate her chest. Her breasts were large, heavy in his hand – but perfectly shaped, really. Each perfect mound of pale flesh was topped with a hardened nub. Declan immediately lowered his head to her breasts, laving at her nipple with his tongue while his other hand cupped her neglected breast. He explored her skin with his tongue before switching sides. He enjoyed the way that she writhed beneath him.

  After a few moments, it became very apparent that Christina was getting impatient and needed his touch someplace far more intimate than just her upper body. More than happy to oblige, he hooked his fingertips into the elastic of her panties and drew them down her legs before tossing them over his shoulder. She sat up quickly, pushing his shirt over his head and adding it to the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the floor.

  She laid before him, completely naked, thighs parted. He looked down at her center – bare except for a small triangular shaped patch of red hair that had been neatly trimmed. He almost growled when he looked at her center, already glistening with wetness. Feeling emboldened, he pushed her knees apart to open him even wider for him and leaned down. He made himself comfortable towards the foot of the bed, pressing a few teasing kisses to her thigh before tentatively licking along her folds. Christina’s hips practically shot off of the bed.

  Smirking, Declan decided to experiment by sliding a finger inside of her. He moaned at the feeling of her silky core wrapped tightly around his finger. He established a steady rhythm that quickly had the redheaded beauty thrusting her hips towards his hand – trying to take his calloused digit in deeper. He bent down after a moment, using his tongue along side his finger to try to make her scream.

  She tasted clean and a little bit sweat, unlike anything he’d ever tasted before and as she became more aroused, he slid a second finger inside of her, using his two digits to spread her open so his tongue could tease her interest. She cursed loudly and he continued to bury his head between her shapely thighs as though he were a man who’d been wandering the dessert and she was the first thing he’d come across to drink in ages. His tongue lapped at her – prodding, exploring and teasing her until her thighs started to tremble and her hands reached down to tangle in his shirt hair.

  Shifting slightly, his tongue flicked against her clit, trying to stimulate the little bundle of nerves as his fingers slid almost roughly inside of her.

  When she came, she screamed his name and dug her fingernails into his scalp in a way that was painful yet deliciously erotic.

  She lay there panting beneath him and he climbed up her body easily, watching her with intense interest as she came back to herself in slo
w degrees. He bent down to kiss her on the lips. She moaned as she tasted her own arousal on his lips and her tongue explored his mouth fully, as though trying to taste as much of it as she could. His erection twitched as she nipped at his lower lip and her tongue darted out for one last lick – trying for one more taste. He wordlessly brought his hand towards her mouth and she licked the two digits he’d just had deep inside of her body completely clean.

  In the meantime, Declan rid himself of his pants and boxers before moving beside her and kissing her fiercely on the mouth. He was rock hard from having brought her to orgasm. Seemingly very aware of this, Christina chuckled and pushed him to lie on his back. She very carefully straddled his thighs and looked him straight in the eye. Her hand wrapped around his proud erection and stroked him a few times. She licked her lips before rising up onto her knees, positioning herself so that the tip of his cock was pressing against her entrance.

  He grunted out her name as she slowly lowered herself on top of him. Anything that had been described to him, anything that he had imagined – none of it compared to the feeling of her wrapped around his aching member. He watched her as she slowly slid down his length and for a moment, she looked as though she might have been uncomfortable as though she was adjusting to his size and he was reminded of her comment about his manhood in comparison to his father. It made his ego swell with pride.

  Christina leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on his chest as she rode him. Her pace was agonizingly slow at first. She would lift off of him until only the tip of his cock sat inside of her before slowly inching her way down. Every time that he was completely enveloped in her warm body, his eyes screwed shut and he counted to three as his body was pushed closer and closer towards nirvana.

  Her hands found his and she guided them to her chest, moaning with delight as he palmed and squeezed her ample bosom. Each moan that she gave spurred him on. His hands roamed her body and his hips began to shift, thrusting up into her as she sank down onto him – causing her to cry out his name.

  “Oh, God!” she exclaimed.

  After a moment, she leaned down, pressing her chest against his as their bodies continued to move, now at a much more frantic pace.

  “Do you like that, baby?” she asked him, pressing her mouth against his without allowing him the opportunity to actually answer. Declan wasn’t complaining, he kissed her back roughly – a clash of tongue and teeth as he fought her for dominance in the kiss, his hands finding her hips, holding them still as he shifted his own to slam up into her.

  “How do you want me?” she asked when she pulled away breathlessly from his lips.

  The last thing that Declan wanted to actually do was separate from her soft yet firm body, but at the offer he simply couldn’t resist.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he told her gruffly, smirking when she shuddered slightly and obeyed. They both groaned at the loss of contact when she pulled off of him but as he watched her shift to kneel in front of him, he couldn’t help it as his heart pounded with excitement.

  He quickly scrambled to kneel behind his stepmother, his hands gently running over her perfectly round ass for a moment, admiring it. She shifted back towards him, wiggling her hips impatiently and, acting only on instinct, he lifted his hand and brought it back down against her rear end with a stinging thwack.

  He froze for a split second; worried he may have crossed the line. But the redheaded beauty turned over her shoulder to look at him with wide eyes. He watched as she bit her lip and arched her back slightly as though presenting her ass to him again. He gave it another solid spank and when she moaned, he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand moved to his cock, still slick with her wetness from just a moment ago. He stroked himself a few times before he moved closer to her and slid back inside of her tight, wet heat.

  “Is this what you were thinking about?” she panted out. “When you were on your laptop yesterday? Were you picturing me getting fucked?”

  Declan moaned and his fingertips dug into her hips as he established a steady pace.

  “Harder, baby,” she pleaded.

  Declan was more than happy to oblige, he snapped his hips back and then back into her, establishing a slightly rougher pace. It seemed clear within the first few thrusts that the harder he went, the more Christina reacted. Her fingertips gripped the sheets beneath her so tightly he thought she might shred the fabric.

  “Just like that,” she cooed.

  His hips moved frantically and his hand came down to smack the perfectly sculpted globe of her ass again. He felt her inner walls flex around his manhood and he took a sharp breath in through his nose and tried to keep himself from losing control too soon.

  One of his hands moved up her back before reaching to tangle in her red hair. He tugged her back off of her hands so that her back was pressed firmly against his chest. It made the depth of his thrusts much more shallow but gave him ample room to explore her chest again. He groped her flesh and pressed wet, sloppy kisses along her shoulder and neck. His hands tried to explore every inch of her that he could reach before finding its way to the apex of her thighs. His fingertips found her clit, determined to make her scream his name one more time as he struggled to gain control of himself.

  “Oh God, Declan! Right there!” she shrieked, causing him to piston his hips even harder into her tight channel. Wanting to be able to thrust deeper, he retracted his hand and pushed her gently back onto her hands and knees before establishing a much more punishing rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and their mingled moans and cries filled the room.

  Feeling himself getting closer and closer to his own release, he almost reluctantly pulled away from her yet again. At first, Christina seemed irritated, until Declan quickly guided her onto her back and without haste slid back inside of her, pushing her legs wide open as he looked down at her.

  His thrusts were powerful and he couldn’t help but admire the way her glorious breasts bounced with each slam of his hips into her.

  Her body was coated in a sheen of sweat and her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. He couldn’t help but think that she was absolutely beautiful. With each raspy moan and strangled cry, he knew that she was close. His hand slid between them again, attempting to add some manual stimulation so that he could bring her over that ledge – wanting to look at her face as she came.

  Within moments, she felt her body grip his length like a vice. Her thighs trembled and her body writhed as waves of pleasure washed over her. She cried out for him, fingers gripping the bed sheets once more and pulling. Her back arched in such away that she nearly bowed completely off of the bed.

  He watched her for a moment, trying to compute very complex math problems in his own head to keep from cutting his own night short – but it was too late. The feeling of her body – hot and tight around him – caused him to lose control. He is movements inside of her became much more frantic before he let out a guttural cry, his aching cock throbbing inside of her as he squeezed his eyes shut. He could have sworn he saw fireworks behind his closed eyes as he emptied himself deep inside of her, still feeling her own muscles flexing around him in the aftermath of her own pleasure.

  He collapsed down towards the mattress, mindful not to land on top of her and crush her. With his cock still buried inside of her body, he kept her close and pulled her to lean against him. They both panted and gasped for air, trying to regain control of their breathing as their hearts pounded. Declan reached for Christina’s face, pulling her in for another kiss – this one much more languid as they were both exhausted.

  “That was incredible,” he told her, causing her to laugh.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” she asked.

  Declan couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

  “We’ve still got a few days before Dad gets home. We have plenty of time to see if it was just beginner’s luck,” he pointed out suggestively. Christina smirked, looking at him mischievously.

  “We still ha
ve a few hours before midnight, I was planning on figuring that out by then,” she countered.

  Declan pulled her in for another kiss. “Happy New Year.”

  Story 7

  The man was younger, much younger than her. She needed this; of that much Helen was sure. She looked into his sharp green eyes as they made one more sweep before the band. The music was perfect. They were perfect. She hadn’t felt this alive in years, and she couldn’t wait for what the rest of the evening promised.

  “Shall we go upstairs?” Her young date whispered into her ear, nibbling at the diamond studded earring.

  A pleasant shiver coursed through her body, making that familiar feeling of excitement and apprehension bring back memories of years gone by. “Yes, let’s.” She whispered back just as eagerly.

  He swept her off her feet over the last three steps and all the way to the room he had booked at the hotel for this date. His strong muscular arms and chest felt wonderful against her yielding body. She had her arms around his neck and her face buried under his chin as he opened the door. They fell on the bed, clawing and tearing at each other. Helen wanted every inch of his hard young body. She stripped him off all his clothes and reached for his cock. It felt so hard and virile in her hand, reminding her somewhat of Harold’s, her ex-husband. It felt just like his, about the size and girth of her skillet handle, but oh, so much harder than her ex-husband ever could be.