by Liz K. Lorde
Oh crap. It’s Connifer.
Excitement dances across the surface of my skin and the place just above my pussy tightens in basic response. He’s just standing there looking good enough to rip his clothes off and eat. He’s wearing a dark red Henley, a pair of black boots, and tight black pants. When he raises his chin and folds his arms over one another, I feel my heart tap quicker against my chest. What is he doing here? Why won’t I just open the damn door for him?
You can’t do it. You can’t talk to him, and you can’t do this. This is all that goes through my head, and I just want to pretend that I’m not home.
Yeah, sure, let’s do that. Pretend that I’m not home. This guy who runs—no—claims that he is the mob, he surely won’t be able to put two and two together and find me.
Never.
Finished with chastising myself, I put my hand on the knob of the door and slowly pull it open, “Just what the hell are you doing here.”
Connifer stands there with a smoldering look of cold fire in his lake blue eyes. It’s an expression that threatened to make me weak, to make me fall to my knees and press my cheek against his thigh – so that I could look up at him. “If you want me gone,” he says with a sultry lilt to his dark as dusk voice, “shut the door.”
Defiance starts as a seed inside of me, and while I consider his words, while we stare one another down between the unbearable tension: It blooms. I draw my face into a tight look, and start to shut the door with a fast push.
But the black boot of Connifer’s foot wedges itself in the corner of the door frame, and I feel the door force against me as it hits his foot. He places his hand on the door, and his body comes into my vision. “Didn’t think ya’d take me so literally,” he says.
“I figured you wouldn’t listen so easy,” I reply, trying to push against his foot – but only half heartedly.
“Figure I’ll disappoint you if I do,” Connifer flashes those pearly white teeth, and though he’s not going anywhere, it’s clear that he’s not trying to overpower me completely. “Come on,” he says, “give me two minutes. What happened last night’s worth that much, right lass?”
Feeling heat prick at my chest and spread with each pump of my blood, I consider his words for a moment, and then finally nod. “Alright,” I say, “two minutes.”
I let go of the door and shut it behind him once he steps inside. I was thankful that Ray had taken his dog to the park today, or this really would have been super embarrassing.
I go to walk past him, because I want to guide him into the living room. But he stops me, by blocking my path with his hand. I turn to face him, and having him so close to me steals the courage right from my bones. His eyes effortlessly pull me in, and when my eyes dip to his blade lips, the urge to kiss them cloaks me. Electricity builds up between us, making the lust and the passion painfully unbearable. Each second we draw closer and closer to each other; I can smell the delicious woodland scent on him now, inviting me closer.
For a second he stops, and I stop too, and he says, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I susurrate and put my hands on Connifer’s waist. Even his sides feel strong and firm. His lips crash against mine, and we kiss in a tight, needing embrace. It’s a kiss that smashes all expectations, that shatters all the bad things rattling in my head and in my heart; wet, hot, long and deep. I pull apart from the kiss, or I try to at least, and Connifer just aggressively pulls me back into it by grabbing my ass.
He guides me through the living room, kissing me as we move. He then leads me over to the couch and pulls away from my face, and his eyes drink me in, making me feel somehow smaller. My heart flutters in my chest and a thick, pleasurable pounding presses against my pussy. Not a moment later, and Connifer forces me down onto the couch, positioning himself between my legs and crushing his lips against me once more.
Feeling him against me like that ignites a fire deep in my chest, and my whole body begins to surrender to him. I wrap my arms around Connifer and feel the muscles of his back against my fingers, giving me a simple, primal satisfaction. Listening to the sensual sound of our lips coming together only turns me on more; I can’t get enough of this drug. His whole body just fits so perfectly with mine, almost like we were made to be together, and that our souls ached without the fire of our bodies joined.
He slips his tongue inside of my mouth, and I let mine dance with his. God, it’s so soft and perfect – and he’s so not afraid to be bold with the way he explores me. He makes me feel like I’m an undiscovered treasure that he intends to hoard to himself; my great Irish dragon, my guardian. I bring my fingers up to the back of his neck, feeling the hairs of his neck standing up in pure pleasure of our entanglement.
Every part of my body tightens with lust, and I have to squirm just to keep myself from getting too excited between my legs. It’s embarrassing somehow, to think just how wet my pussy is becoming from the way he moves with me.
When I move my hand up to the back of his head, and run my fingers through his thick head of coarse hair, I feel something hard poke against me.
Oh shit. Is that his cock? I’m actually making him hard.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe that we’re doing this on my roommates couch!
Before I know it, Connifer is stripping off my blue floral top. I feel a fresh wave of shyness crash against me, because now my breasts are almost bared to him. He looks at my partially shown tits and my red bra with a wolf’s ravenous hunger. “You’re beautiful,” he tells me, bringing his gaze up to look at my eyes, “every inch of you. It should be a crime to hide your naked self,” Connifer continues, bringing his lips back to my own and kissing me.
His big and strong hand paws at my chest with delightful curiosity. When his lips go from my lips down to my neck, I whimper at his touch, loving the way he handles me. Jesus, I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for so long.
Connifer’s hand squeezes against my tits, and pinpricks of pleasure skitter across my body in many delightful ways. I whisper to him, “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” I wanted to drown in those blue eyes at first, but now, as he nears the place between my legs – I can’t help but want to drown him instead. “I didn’t want to admit it to myself,” I continue, “but I was hoping you’d kiss me that night. That night that I came over.”
“And what do you hope for now?” Connifer asks in that devilish voice, his eyes looking up at me as he sucks along the bared skin of my tits. “Tell me, dirty girl,” he says, undoing my bra and letting it droop against my chest. “Are you hoping that I’ll suck your nipples?” He asks it in such a way, that it subtly degrades me – and for reasons beyond my own understanding, it just makes me all the more wet hearing him talk to me like I’m a slut.
His slut.
I’d never been anyone’s slut.
When he pulls my bra off with his teeth, and his warm and powerful mouth finds my nipple, he gives it a long and deep suck.
My breath hitches in my throat, and my whole body jerks almost imperceptibly with pleasure.
Why did he have to excite me so much? Couldn’t he see how badly he turned me on.
Connifer brings his mouth off of my nipple, and it makes a satisfying ‘pop’ noise. “Or maybe you’re hoping for something harder than my mouth,” he teases, my nipple becoming stiff as he guides my hand to his crotch, a smile spreading across his lips.
Wow. Just wow. Connifer hums something deep from his chest in response to, what I’m sure, is my obvious amazement at getting to feel his stiff cock against my hand. “Don’t be shy,” he insists, getting off of the couch and standing to his feet. He sends a hand to my hair and grabs a fistful of it, “take it out, beautiful. I can see it in your eyes, you need someone to tell you what to do.”
When he pulls me a little bit by my hair, and I automatically move to my knees on the couch, and bring my head close to his crotch, I realize. He’s completely right.
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sp; I do want someone to tell me what to do.
Well, sexually at least.
I bat my eyes up at him, and unzip his black pants. I can see his red silk boxers, and his cock begins to peek through the hole I unzipped. Bringing my hand to his cock, I pull it out and peel back the silk cloth of Connifer’s boxers. Christ, I can’t believe how big it is. And it’s not just long too, it has an impressive girth as well.
I wonder, briefly, if it’s okay for me to touch it with my lips. As if Connifer could somehow read my mind, he nods his head in approval for me to continue. Somehow, this gives courage to me, and a fire blooms through me; so I bring my lips to the head of his cock – and already the earthy scent is strong against my nose. Still, it’s strangely intoxicating, and I can only seem to want for more of it.
Feeling my pussy tighten in basic response, I run the end of my tongue from his soft head and all down his magnificent shaft. He tastes good, but it tastes different than how I always imagined it might. I really hope that he can’t tell this is my first time.
Pulling back, I roll my tongue up his cock, and then purse my lips over the head of his shaft. I keep my eyes locked up on his, and push my wet mouth down on his cock inch by fantastic inch. He groans out softly in pleasure, and hearing this urges me to continue. I take him in fully, and I have to suppress the urge to not choke. Not able to take that for long, I unsheathe myself from his engorged and saliva glistening sword.
Connifer brings a hand up to my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb, “Don’t worry,” he tells me, “I’m not judging you.”
Feeling heat blossom against my cheeks, I’m sure that he can see me beginning to turn red. “I’ve never done this before,” I sheepishly admit, brushing back some of my hair. It feels so scary to actually put that out there, I don’t know why but I feel like he’ll find it funny or something… that I’ve never taken a man inside of my mouth before.
Or anywhere, for that matter.
“It’s okay,” he tells me, “I had a pretty good feeling that you’re a virgin.”
I nod my head and put my hand on his cock, stroking it, and with some curiosity I watch how Connifer reacts.
His face tightens with pleasure, and then he puts a hand on the back of my head and guides me back over to his cock. I take him in slowly, pushing down halfway on his cock and cupping his balls in my hand. They’re warm and weirdly tight, as well as fuzzy from some of the hair on them. Once I start bobbing on his thick cock, and I really start getting into it, I feel a pounding of need in my pussy.
I need to feel him inside of me. Have to feel the way that I picture him stuffing me over and over. But I also kind of want to taste his cum.
“That’s it,” he praises, and my heart does a little dance inside of my chest. “Keep going,” he grabs a fistful of my hair and starts pushing me down further on his cock, making me choke for half of a second and sputter saliva from the corners of my mouth. Attacking his thickness with a renewed vigor, I bob up and down on his cock quicker and quicker still, making as much sultry noise as possible; just listening to the way his rough voice groans out in pleasure is enough to make me want to cum.
I wonder if that’s even possible, for a man to sound so good that I can cum just from the way that he sounds.
“God damn baby,” Connifer says, “you’re a quick learner.”
I just ignore him and keep sucking, focusing purely on the task at hand and losing myself to that blissful moment of connection. I want to taste him, and that becomes my whole body’s mantra. Feeling those words radiate in my bones, I start bobbing deeper and deeper, taking more and more of him inside of my mouth – pushing myself as hard as possible.
His balls shift beneath my hand, and feeling that almost makes me break from my focus. Is he getting ready to blow?
“Stop,” he commands, and the urge to listen to him is so strong in me that I almost do stop; but there’s this defiant spark in me, this pull to ignore him and keep going.
When he realizes that I’m not going to listen, he grabs either side of my face and forces me off of his cock, making me look up at him. “When I tell you to stop, you stop. Little brat,” he says with an authoritative tone, and it sends chills through my spine. “Disobey me again,” he threatens with a smirk on his beautiful face, his cock still raging hard, “and I’ll have you punished. Shake your head if you understand.”
At this point I can feel the pre-cum dripping from my pussy and absolutely ruining my panties. Tension hangs in the space between us, and I think that both of us know what I’m going to do next: I don’t shake my head, and I test the waters of his promise by saying in the most smug of tones that I can muster, “I understand.”
His hand pops against my cheek. Not with a lot of force, but enough to make me turn my head slightly, and a stinging forms in the place that he struck.
But fuck, the pain and bizarre pleasure of it makes me feel like he’s got thin silver chains clamped against my taut nipples and aroused clit; as though he were pulling on those invisible chains with the simple act of punishing me.
Another set of chills roll through me, and I instinctively bite my lip.
“Nod your head if you understand why I just did that,” he instructs.
I nod my head, my lips curling into a playful smile.
“I knew you were a brat the second I saw you,” he responds, an amused lilt to his voice.
When he gets to taking off the rest of his clothes, and starts revealing that amazingly sculpted body to me, I feel the need to say, “I don’t know how long my roommate’s going to be gone.”
Connifer pulls off his red Henley, “Guess I better make you come fast then. Unless having an audience is your thing.”
Oh, no. Definitely no. “I’d die from embarrassment,” I quickly reply. It’s easy to get lost in how wonderfully built the man is. His pectorals are a work of art, and his six-pack abs look tough as rocks; there’s a streak of scar tissue just above his hip, and I briefly wonder what that could be from. Somehow, of course, it only seems to make him more sexually appealing.
Not a moment later, and Connifer’s looking at me with those wolf-like eyes. In a quick movement, he’s on me. My pulse pounds, and he starts aggressively taking off my dark blue capris. Once he strips me of them, he lifts me up and grabs my ass, pinioning me against his chest – letting me feel his rock hard cock poke against me.
I hear him growl deep from his chest, and just listening to it makes my body stiffen in rapt attention. He grabs my panties in his terribly strong hands, and in a thrilling instant, he rips them from the back. The sound of them tearing fills the air, and a heartbeat later, they pool at my feet in sticky ruined scraps.
Connifer simultaneously places a hand between my legs, and pulls me in for a hard and needful kiss. Just feeling his fingers rub up against my filthy, dripping wet pussy, is enough to make me go mad with raw need. “Fuck I can’t believe how wet you are baby,” Connifer susurrates.
I shudder at his touch and move my hips to grind against his hand, “You made me this way,” I say, “so what are you going to do about it?”
“Just because you said that,” he says, “I think I’ll only eat you out. If you want this cock,” he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls hard enough to make me make a pained noise, “and I know ya do. You’ll have to learn some manners.”
When he lets go of me, I think for a fleeting moment that I’m okay.
But I’m so, so wrong.
Connifer picks me up by my hips and lifts me into the air and I can’t help but giggle at the basic joy of being lifted up off the ground.
I’d never had someone do that to me. Especially not naked. God, it’s exciting to be handled by such a man.
“Grab onto me,” he instructs, and I do as he says. “Good, now I want you to wrap your legs around me when I turn you upside down.”
Upside down?
Before I even have the chance to process any further, Connifer, seemingly with the ease of holding a feather, fli
ps me upside down. My hair hangs low to the ground, and I grab on to the strong corded muscles of his thighs for support; as he instructed, I try and wrap my legs around his neck – attempting as best I can to ignore the fact that I’m having a man look right at my pussy.
He moves his hands from my sides, and instead hugs me now like a bear would. Right as my lips find the head of his cock, I can feel his tongue pressing against my wet and greedy pussy. I plunge myself down on his thick and engorged cock, taking in as much of him as I can without gagging myself. He tastes of salt, but I find it purely intoxicating.
The blood in my body starts to pool after I suck on Connifer’s cock for some time; it’s hard to focus on pleasing him, when every time his tongue flicks across my sex, it makes my whole body squirm and jerk in elated bliss.
Just listening to him growl and groan as he eats my pussy out is enough to bring me to the edge. This heightened charge starts to cloak my body, and I do my best to focus bobbing up and down on Connifer’s cock. I wrap my legs tighter around the back of his head and around his neck. I can’t help but whine even with this huge cock in my mouth.
Every smack of his lips, every suck that he makes against my pussy just makes me want to come. Oh god, fuck, I really want to feel the way his cock would fill me; I want to feel the way it would stretch me out. When his skillful mouth catches my burning clit, I lose all sense of control.
I have to pull myself from his cock and let out a strangled cry. Just what was this man doing to me? This was a feeling that I didn’t want to be without. A feeling of something more than just pleasure, but rather, a simplistic joy that glides over all of my body. Instinctively, I curl up my toes and I bite down on my lip. When Connifer picks up his pace and keeps a steady rhythm with his mouth and his tongue, I feel this energy in me build up: Then it snaps.
I writhe around in Connifer’s arms, and I can feel the way they squeeze me tighter in response. Everything in my head goes blank, and this euphoric haze overcomes my head; and a fluttering of joy presses against my chest. As I listen to the way I cry out from the orgasm, I can’t think of a single thing. Not a single worry. Nothing.
