by Liz K. Lorde
Somewhere between the excitement and the pleasure and the bliss, I manage to bring myself back to his beautiful cock, and I suck him for all that my body and mind are worth. I take him in as deep as I can, as furiously as I can, and I work him like I’m possessed until I feel his cock jerk inside of my mouth. Jets of warm cum spill from his head and coat my tongue and mouth. It’s way different than I’d ever imagined, but I drink it all down with my lips still wrapped tightly around his shaft.
“Fuck!” Connifer groans, throwing his head back and howling in pure ecstasy.
The simplistic pleasure and peace that comes in the afterglow of mutually coming gives my body and my mind a high I never knew possible.
This is going to be addictive.
CHAPTER 11
VIVIAN
AFTER A QUICK SHOWER and a change of clothes, Connifer swept me away back to his apartment in lieu of Ray returning and using his super power to detect the fact that the two of us had just boned.
Yeah, that wasn’t a conversation I was wanting to have right now. The car ride over didn’t take long, and I think we were both still a little stunned from what we did, as we talked only briefly in the car. When we get inside of Connifer’s apartment, there’s a set of women sitting on Connifer’s dark sage green couch. They’re both immensely beautiful in their own unique ways, and a twist of heat forms in my chest out of some weird, gut reaction. I can see why they’re here, because they’re holding Morgana between them – letting the baby sit up on the couch, having it rest on a black and gold pillow.
The two ladies turn their heads to see us, and the light-olive colored girl smiles and makes a peace sign at me. The fair skinned lady looks at me with a motionless, cold and appraising stare.
I shoot Connifer a questioning look, and silently pray that they can’t tell that we’ve just been busy tasting one another. It feels like someone wrote ‘just had sex’ in big black marker on my forehead.
“I had to have someone watch over the baby while I’ve been away,” Connifer explains, “and Matthew and Richard were a little too thick headed to keep watch.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well,” Connifer starts, averting his lake blue eyes to the bottom right, “they’re good lads. But when I came home and realized they were smoking cigars with the baby around—“ he clears his throat and brings his eyes back to me, and smiles. “Let’s just say the neighbors were concerned about all the yelling.”
I let out a soft, private laugh.
“Yeah,” he continues, “anyway that’s Nissa,” he says, pointing at the fair skinned one, “and that’s Riley. Lemme introduce you.”
And just like that, Connifer grabs my hand and whisks me over to them in the living room.
“Riley, Nissa, this is Vivian,” Connifer says, “my babysitter. Morgana’s babysitter,” he corrects.
Riley and I shake hands, and we both say hello, but when I go and try to shake Nissa’s, she just lets my hand hang there for a moment. She doesn’t even make eye contact with me.
“Don’t mind her,” Riley assures, “she’s just naturally prickly and anti-social. Nissa thinks that it makes her cool,” she jabs her elbow into Nissa’s shoulder.
Nissa makes a pained noise and glares at Riley, but says nothing.
Connifer puts his hands on his hips, and suddenly I become much more aware of his pelvis area. Particularly that python he’s hiding beneath his pants.
Crap, he’s already corrupting me beyond belief. Now the baby’s looking at me too with expectant eyes. Did she miss me?
“Well you ladies are free to go now that I’ve—“ Connifer spies me, and a mischievous smirk graces his lips, “—convinced the young lass to return. But if you want to stay and chat over coffee…”
Riley spreads herself out a bit more on the couch, pushing Nissa’s leg to the side with her own and asserting her dominance. “Oh you know me, Con,” she starts with a smug, playful tone, “before I got charmed by scarecrow Goldilocks over here,” she points with her head at Nissa, “I was with a new man each night.” Her smirk widens, “I won’t stand in the way of you two going at it like it’s going out of style.”
Nissa’s eyes narrow and her lips tighten together in obvious annoyance at what Riley just said. I guess that means they’re together. Is it so normal for couples to pick on one another like that?
Connifer and I stumble over each other verbally: “Oh we’re not—“ I say.
“It’s not like that,” Connifer insists.
“Oh, okay,” Riley says with a sarcastic inflection, “I mean, if you say it then it must be true.”
“It is true,” Connifer continues, leaning forward in Riley’s direction and cocking his head. He even makes that look sexy somehow… just looking at his neck makes me want to lick and kiss up it and over to his ear; maybe I’ll bite on that next. Heat crawls over my body, and I feel my pussy tighten with the need to feel him – just sucking on that thing was a challenge, how in the hell am I going to fit it inside of me? “She’s not like the others.”
“Are you sure?” She says smugly, raising her thin eyebrows. “No crossover at all? I mean you went through what, nine of them?”
“Fourteen,” a soft, painfully bored voice announces as quiet as a mouse. Jesus, that’s how many babysitters he slept with before me? And that’s just recently. Part of me is angry, is that all I am to him? Another notch on his post? Just a trophy for him to earn and discard.
It’s okay, I remind myself. It’s nothing serious. It’s only sex, and he’s paying you good money.
You can handle the hurt. You’ve handled it plenty before.
Connifer raises his head upwards and hums with his mouth closed, “I think it was actually sixteen, technically. With the twins.”
Nissa lets out a sigh and picks herself up off the couch with economical grace. Her figure is absolutely stunning. She takes herself over to the front door and puts her hand on the handle, she turns her head to face us before leaving, “I’ll be waiting in the car.”
Riley picks herself up from the couch and moves between me and Connifer, turns to us, and says, “Sorry, but I can’t keep my ice queen waiting. I know once I start talking I won’t be able to stop. She’ll melt without me, you know.”
And just like that, as I wave goodbye to her, she walks right out the door.
“Do you think they know…” I say.
“Absolutely,” Connifer turns around and replies. He then walks towards me, “so, shall we pick up where we left off?”
Feeling the heat of his body as he moves in close, it makes me want to surrender. But I don’t, and I won’t. Not again. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh?” Connifer replies, “and pray tell why that is, lass?” He brushes back some of my hair and places a hand on my neck, his fingers touching against the hairs on the back of my neck. “’Cause I can see it in your eyes. The way you want me to fuck you.”
Swallowing hard, I feel my chest tighten with anticipation. “But the baby,” I say like it’s my only ammunition in escaping the embarrassment of having my virginity taken by such an… experienced man.
“I’ll put her to the crib,” he informs me, pulling me by the waist against him. “Now get in the bedroom,” he instructs, smacking my ass.
SITTING ON CONNIFER’S BED I feel like I’m going to explode from nerves. When Connifer steps through the open doorway, that ball of need in my chest and my navel burns even brighter. He looks at me with calculating, seductive blue eyes. Like he could break me in a hundred different ways without breaking a sweat.
He has something in his hand. A bottle of honey.
“What’s that?” I ask automatically, even though I can see what it is.
“You’ll see,” his voice is quiet, but commanding all the same. He tosses me the bottle, and I somehow manage to catch it in one fluid motion. “Put it on the nightstand.” Connifer glides over to his closet where he hides all of his implements, and he returns a moment later with a bl
ack box that I hadn’t noticed in there before.
I feel like I should ask what he has in there. What he has waiting for me. But the raw anticipation chokes up my throat, so I scoot back further on the bed, as if putting a few more inches of space between us could turn down this ravenous heat.
He sets the box down at the foot of the bed, opens up the latches, and takes out a black sleep mask. Connifer gives me a sly grin and walks over to me. He come hithers, and I crawl on the bed towards him. “If things get too intense,” he says, “I want you to say red. Understood?”
I nod my head.
“Good,” Connifer brushes the back of his fingers against my face, and then grabs me tightly. “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
Again I nod, and he smiles. Connifer wraps the soft mask around me, and I’m a little surprised just how effective it is. I can’t see shit. After a moment, I hear Connifer chuckle darkly to himself, and then I feel his hands on my body. He begins taking off my black t-shirt with my favorite band The Sixty Sticks printed on it, and I feel the air brush it’s soothing fingers on my naked flesh. Next he undoes my plain white bra – which I put on so he doesn’t ruin anything special – and I suck in a long, anticipatory breath.
The tips of his fingers trail from my shoulders and to my chest, leaving a fuzzy sort of electricity in their wake. They go downward now and to my breasts, circling around my nipples with a slow, methodical rhythm. When his fingers pinch my nipples, I gasp lightly in surprise – feeling a jolt in my chest. His fingers pull, and I squirm against the bed in a mix of ecstasy and delicious agony. He eases his grip and gives me a momentary break, but the sweet anticipation of him doing it again only sends more warmth to my pussy, making me wet with basic need.
Connifer pulls again, and I feel the heat of his body dance with mine as he moves himself closer to my ear. “Tell me you need to feel this cock.”
“I need to feel you,” I respond.
He pulls harder, and I groan while bliss rolls through me. “No.”
“I need to feel your cock!”
Connifer finally relents after the words leave my lips, and just saying them makes me feel naughty. Makes me feel like we’re all that there is to the world in this very moment. “Better,” he growls before slowly stripping me of my capris and matching white panties. I can feel the strings of my own juices as they stick to me. “That’s a good start, pet,” he says with that silver tongue upon which my whole body hangs on, sending a shiver up my spine. “Your panties are soaked for me, were you thinking of me while we were apart?”
“God, yes,” I reveal, whining quietly for more attention between my legs.
Suddenly, he forces me down against the bed. Heartbeats later and I feel the bed move when he joins me on it. A long, sticky trail of something – surely the honey – runs from my jaw and down my neck, all the way past my tits and to my clit. It kind of tickles honestly.
That’s when I feel the embrace of his warm and soft lips. Oh, the way his tongue flicks across my jaw it makes me wriggle with need. Connifer’s mouth explores further downward, beyond my neck, drinking in the taste of my flesh and honey both. He finds his way to my tits once more and lathers them with maddening attention, biting and sucking and pulling with his lips on each of my nipples. Each suck only makes me more hot. Makes me melt against the bed and crave for his further dark affections. I hear the way that he growls deep from his chest with appreciation for my body, the way that he whispers sweet nothings of how beautiful he finds me – and in that connective moment I find myself believing him; it makes me feel wonderful, makes me feel whole.
Con’s lips continue down their path, snaking past my bellybutton and to the first hairs of my pussy. I flinch when his tongue brushes along my clit for a moment, and I can feel the way that my walls tighten in hopes of milking his thick cock. Hell, I can still remember the way that it tasted and felt in my mouth even now.
“You’re so fucking wet for me baby,” Con says before spreading my legs further and pressing his mouth against my warm pussy. When he starts eating me out all my senses become hyper focused on what he’s doing. Pinpricks of pleasure dance me, giving me gooseflesh, and without even thinking I find my toes curling in response.
“Unf, fuck. Don’t stop,” I moan.
“Wouldn’t dream of it darling.” His tongue finds my clit once more and I shift tightly from how sensitive I am right now. God I don’t think I can quit this shit. Just when I’m starting to build towards a gripping release, when Connifer’s got me in the palm of his hand. He stops.
He stops and it drives me nuts. I feel him lurch forward and move to my ear. “I could drink between your thighs all night just to feel you edge against my tongue,” he husks.
“Fuck,” I breathe, “get back down there.” I feel along his rock hard body to try and force him down by his head, but he just resists my will.
“Find your manners lass,” he says with a cold dread, and I feel his fingers pinch lightly against my clit.
“Shit!” I yelp.
“That’s right,” he breathes. “This? This is mine.” He pulls ever so gently, but even that feels like too much. “If you want to be my bad, dirty little slut – then you’ll be treated like one.”
“I won’t be your slut,” I retaliate, “you don’t even have the balls to fuck me yet.” I can’t even believe the filth coming out of my mouth now, and a ball of somehow-delightful fear forms in my stomach. I’m really going to piss him off with that.
Connifer releases my clit, and I feel the bed move as he gets off of it. The sound of that box unlatching fills the air, and it hits me like a punch to my gut – giving me a renewed rush of excitement.
He returns a couple of heartbeats later. “Turn,” he instructs, grabbing me and flipping me over forcefully so that my stomach is facing the bed now. His strong hands position my ass high into the air, and a second later I feel the stinging soft stroke of one of his implements.
“Unf,” I vocalize, and another strike comes harder this time. The pain of it is dull, but seductive.
He strikes again and again in a rhythm that makes me think he’s flicking his wrist over and over. “Tell me that you’re sorry,” he commands, but I hold out a little longer. “ You’re making a mess dripping all over my bed. You won’t get this cock until you say it,” he threatens.
“Please,” I moan, my head starting to become light and pleasant with tingling. “Let me feel your cock,” I wriggle my ass in raw anticipation of Connifer feeding me his thick cock.
“This is what you want?” He teases, and I feel the head of his shaft rub against the lips of my pussy, stroking me with just the tip.
Fuckkk. “Yes!” I whine, and I feel like I’m hardly even in control of myself anymore, and it feels wonderful.
Connifer toys with me a moment longer, letting me move my hips so try and fit him inside of my greedy walls. I hear the bastard laugh darkly, and then his hand rubs against the cheeks of my ass. “Tell me you’re sorry my little slut.” Chills roll through me at hearing that filthy word. Pain comes next when I feel his hand smack my ass hard, the sound of it’s clap filling my ears like sinfully sweet music.
“I’m sorry,” I mewl, “I’m sorry! Please give this dirty slut your cock.”
That’s when I feel the head of his cock slide inside of me, and a choked noise escapes me. God damn even just the head feels like too much. “Good girl,” he praises, “I’ll go slow,” he promises with sincerity, filling me up with a few more inches nice and slow. “Fuck you’re tight.”
“Tight for your cock,” I clench the bed sheets around me for support; the pain of him entering my virgin slit shocks my system. He slowly plunges his massive cock all the way inside of me, and when it reaches that apex, I feel my pussy clench around his cock, ecstasy raking it’s claws from head to toe over me. “Oh, fuck. Fuck that feels good. Keep it right there,” I whine, and he doesn’t move from that spot, he just holds on strong to my ass and roots himself in me.
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“Rock against it baby,” he instructs, and I do as he commands, slowly pulling his cock from my slit and moving myself back on it, keeping a slow, steady rhythm of feeling that wonderful shaft inside of me. The pain of having him is strong, but the pleasure is so good I just want to keep going, so I move faster and faster still. “Yeah you like that dick inside of you don’t you.”
I think I mewl back a response but I’m so focused on drinking in the pleasures of our bodies together I don’t even know. He starts to move after a few seconds of time, and we begin to move in perfect synchronicity. Just listening to him groan with pleasure is enough to make me want to cum all around his cock, and I can feel it building up inside of me, this ball of beautiful tension that needs to explode.
“You ready baby?” He asks, “because I can’t wait any longer to ravage this precious fucking pussy.”
“I’m ready,” I pant, continuing to sheathe his sword on my dripping wet sex. The truth of it is that I’m not sure, I’m really really not sure if I’m ready. But I want to be. I want to feel the way that he can fuck me. Want to feel the way that I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life as he takes my body, heart and mind for all that I’m worth.
Connifer takes himself out of me, and immediately I feel this internal lack of something, this insatiable need to have it back inside of me. It takes all of my strength to not let the water in my eyes form to tears. He then drags me hard from my legs towards the edge of the bed, so far that I’m afraid I might fall off, but his strong muscles keep me in place. I hear him get off of the bed and he raises me up hard by my hips, so that my legs are high in the air. “Now wrap your legs up and around my back,” he says, and I do as he wishes, twining my legs tightly against his waist and letting my feet press against the corded muscles of his back. He’s holding me up almost completely now. My elbows and my hands are the only thing touching the bed now, besides my hair. Fuck it feels amazing to be held like this.
