Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “Hush.” He whispered hoarsely and grabbed her by the hips, lifting her in his muscular arms.

  She threw her arms around his thick neck and met his kiss halfway. His coarse mouth hungrily ravaged her full red lips. Tongues danced and fought alike, tasting each other’s arousal. Bella’s breath came in short gasps. She had kissed a boy before, on her sixteenth year, but had never felt this kind of intensity. It was as if a hunger had suddenly enveloped all her senses and the only way to satiate it was to get ravaged by this handsome and uncouth sailor.

  She ran her hands over the rough muscularity of his arms and torso, weathered by years of a hard life at sea. Overcome by a powerful lust for him, she tore away his clothes with as much urgency as he did hers. Naked and completely at his mercy, Bella reached down to grasp at his rising manhood. She had never done so before, but was well informed and intended to use that knowledge to the fullest.

  Hinds suddenly pushed her away from him and threw her on the large bed. She fell back gasping and panting, spreading out her young nubile body for his eyes to feast on.

  “Yes, yes… let me look at you.” He said thickly. “A woman so fine and exquisite a man like me can rarely have… this is a day that I will long remember.”

  “As will I.” She replied hoarsely, her lustful eyes trailing down his towering naked body.

  In the dim light of the captain’s cabin, she could discern the wide shoulders that flared out, holding between them a thick neck. His chest was deep and covered in dark hair, tapering down to a narrow, yet tight waist. Limbs of dense corded muscle made her pulse rise and then she dared to rest her searching eyes onto the cannon that thrust out from between his massive legs. She took a sharp breath and felt a shiver run down her back. He smirked and twitched his erection wildly for her heightened pleasure.

  “I see that you approve.” He grinned boyishly, making her swoon ever more. “As do I… you are unlike any woman I have ever taken… you are an angel on earth.”

  “As you said, lover… enough talk.” She arched her back, pushing her full breasts at him and spread her legs wide. “Come, take me.”

  “Milady.” He whispered slowly and slid over the bed, running his hands along the smoothness of her velvet thighs.

  His touch was electrifying to her senses. She stiffened and moaned, reaching out to grasp at him as he lowered his face to her quivering pussy. He smiled, drinking into the heightened scent of her arousal. His lips brushed her lightly and she almost screamed. He flicked out his tongue, darting it between her sensitive lips. She gasped and grabbed at his head, her nails digging into the thick dark hair. She couldn’t hold back as he explored her arousal with his probing tongue. Whimpering uncontrollably, she experienced her first orgasm with a man’s face between her legs.

  Bella’s young body shuddered with each intense wave of pleasure, she grasped at the sheets, writhing in ecstasy. Sensations never felt before streaked through her, bringing every nerve in her to life. His rough coarse hands reached for her soft breasts, iron hard fingers teased her erect nipples as she thrust her hips up, grinding her pulsing pussy against his eager face. Everything she had heard of and even read paled in comparison to the pleasure she felt rippling through her.

  “Oh, Ronan…” Her excited gasp echoed in the large room.

  “Yes, my dear?” He looked up, his grin gleaming with her nascent juices.

  “I-I… I’ve never felt this way before…” She whimpered. “I need you inside me… take me, sailor, take me now.”

  “As her ladyship so desires.” The First Mate grunted and slithered up, brining his face over hers. “This might hurt.”

  “I care not, man… fuck me.” She cried; her husky voice delirious with lust.

  With a gleam in his eye the muscular sailor positioned his thick, foot long cock, gently probing her moistness with the bulbous head. Her body stiffened at the sensation of the hot, pulsing knob on her sensitive and swollen pussy lips. She had never been entered by a man before, but knew much about it from the stories and the books she had read. Her anticipation was overwhelmed by lust. Reading and hearing about the stories had always excited her, heightened her senses enough for her to find pleasure in relieving herself in private and yet her first experience with a man felt as new and exciting as if all the knowledge she had acquired accounted for naught.

  “Milady, you sound no different from a common whore.” Ronan Hinds laughed.

  “No matter their station in life…” She groaned under him, clawing at his muscular thighs. “Just as men, all women are the same when it comes to base needs.”

  “Well said… but enough talk.” The large man growled, positioning himself for the thrust. “As you so desire, I will take you now.”

  Her large green eyes shot wide open and her full red lips made a perfect ‘o’, emitting a silent scream. He entered her with one powerful thrust, driving his enormous tool all the way in, until his pelvis slammed against hers. The pain was almost paralyzing, but only momentary. Her muscles eased as did her breathing. He held her tight under his bulk as he remained still with his hardness buried deep inside her. She could sense the intense throb of his organ and it made her feel good. Pleasure and pain exchanged places making her nubile body yearn for more.

  Bella began to churn her hips under him. The sensation of his hard cock moving inside her sent ripples of bliss through her belly and thighs. Her moans filled the room as he followed her lead; gently pulling his cock halfway out and sliding it back in again. Her green eyes locked onto his of blue, her desire for him expressed with lustful brazenness. She reached out, caressing the naked hardness of his back and buttocks as he began to increase the tempo of his strokes. The brunette sensed another orgasm building up inside her as the ship rocked on the waves. The fighting outside now a distant memory, she reveled in the moment. Ecstasy clouded her mind; all she wanted was to be with this man, to have him take her to heights she had only dreamt of.

  “Milady, your tightness… I have never felt any like it…” Hinds grunted, slamming his hips into hers. “With your leave, I will release soon… inside you.”

  “Yes, Ronan… yes.” She gasped, wrapping her shapely legs around his lean waist. “Release inside me… and fill me with your seed.”

  Hinds yanked her up, holding her in his arms, making her straddle him as he lay back on the bed. Bella liked the new position with her on top; she could feel him even deeper still. It made her whole body shake with pleasure. She grasped at the granite hard slabs of his chest muscles and steadied herself. He held her slender waist, guiding her up and down over his enormous erection. His hands slid up to her breasts, squashing the yielding softness. He teased her sensitive nipples; his hard fingers playing with the taut buds, making little sparks ignite inside her, further fanning her rising orgasm.

  The young brunette shivered violently, throwing her head back and crying out. Her thighs tightened and she clawed at his chest, the force of her second climax making stars dance before her dazed eyes. She heard his grunt and felt his cock grow even harder and thicker inside her. His hot release exploding within her, her first experience of such, she would cherish for ever. She slumped forward, whimpering and shaking as he filled her with his love. She kissed him, tasting herself in his lips. He returned her kiss with as much passion, shaking under the intensity of his exploding orgasm.

  “Milady.” He gasped, as she relinquished his lips for air. “A most memorable… union.”

  “Of all the better experienced women you have known?”She smiled in satisfaction.

  “Aye, none could have given me more gratification as you have.” He replied, caressing her hair.

  “It pleases me to know that I have been able to satiate my first man.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

  “It has been an honor, Milady.” His deep voice filled her mind.

  “But what now?” She asked in sudden trepidation, her head clearing of the lust haze. “Are we still in peril?”

  “Nay, the ship is secure�
�” He assured her with a squeeze. “We are safe now.”

  “But I am… my ruse as a …” Her eyes roamed over his handsome face.

  “No one knows of this, save I.” Hinds held her closer to him, squashing her breasts to his hairy chest.

  “And your intentions, Mr. Mate?” She stared into his eyes.

  “Noble and pure, Milady, that I assure you of.” He grinned, sliding his large hand over the smoothness of her supple back down to her generous buttocks.

  “What of the captain… and it is his cabin we sully.”

  “What of him?”

  “Will he not be cross was he to return here to find us like this.” Bella raised an eyebrow. She had never seen the captain at all, in the four days she had been onboard.

  “The captain is already here.” He said, with a wry smile.

  “What?” She jerked up, looking around the room in alarm. “Where?”

  “In your arms… as naked as the day.” The First Mate gave her a wink.

  “What do you mean, Ronan?” She demanded, playfully grabbing a fistful of his rich, dark hair.

  “I am the Captain now, as per naval law.” The sailor replied casually. “First Mate takes over as acting captain in the event of the captain’s demise.”

  “The captain is…” Her eyes went wide in wonder.

  “Yes, very.” He nodded; a distant look in his sea-blue eyes. “Captain Rollins was slain early in the pirate attack, and that led Brushbeard to believe he had the ship… he underestimated the loyalty of the men to the Garamond. We sail for our banners and not merely the captain.”

  “So you’re the captain now…” Bella was almost breathless. “…and what of me?”

  ‘Captain’s are in need of cabin boys all the time.”

  “So my ruse continues…” She smiled warily.

  “Aye, with none the wiser.” He kissed her on the cheek.

  “And Bran…” She suddenly realized. “Oh, good heavens, I’d forgotten all about him.”

  “If he be alive, we will need a new Master Steward.” Hinds took a deep breath.

  “Then Gillard too is dead?”

  “Aye, even before the captain.”

  “And Bran…” Bella ventured fearfully.

  “Methinks he is sound, I did see him fight rather well,” The new captain said with some conviction. “…before I came upon Brushbeard and you.”

  “I pray he is.” She exhaled loudly.

  “You do that… for all of us onboard.”

  “And what of our journey?” She remembered she had a destination to sail to.

  “We will sail for Port Cartage, replenish supplies and recruit able-bodied men to replace the ones we lost.”

  “And what of me… and my destination.” Bella eyed the man cautiously.

  “We will arrive there, eventually…” He hugged her closer. “…and there are duties for a captain’s cabin boy to meet.”

  “What kind of duties?” She picked up the gleam in his eye.

  “I can think of one right now.” He gave her a knowing smile, guiding her hand down to his renewed arousal.

  “I think I’m going to like my new role as the captain’s cabin boy.” She replied, sliding down his muscular body and grasping the base of his rigid cock. She licked her lips, a sudden urge to take the throbbing organ into her mouth overcoming her.

  “Enough talk, to work.” She heard him growl, the intoxicating scent of his arousal filling her nostrils as she opened her mouth wide over the red hot organ pulsing in her slender hands.

  Story 27

  “Damn it.” I cursed under my breath, frantically digging through my duffle bag. The contents of my purse were already strewn across the welcome mat. I took a deep breath, tried to remain calm. I was sure I’d grabbed the keys to my parents house when I’d left my dorm this morning, but they were no where to be found. I’d driven four and a half hours home from my first semester of college to surprise my parents for Columbus Day weekend. I’d turned eighteen a few weeks before and I figured that I’d get some quality time with my parents and, as an added bonus, a nice dinner out to celebrate my official adulthood.

  Now, I was banging on the front door, tears welling in my eyes. I pulled my long, blonde hair up into a ponytail and gazed into the foyer. My mom is always home on Saturday afternoons, but the garage was closed and locked and I didn’t see her keys or handbag on the table in the entryway, where she always keeps them. I tried to turn on my phone to call her or my dad, but it had died hours before (I probably left my car charger back in my dorm room with my keys.) I tried a few of the windows to see if they’re open, maybe I let myself in by climbing through one. They were all locked and I couldn’t think of another way in. I sat on the stoop, defeated.

  I could have driven back but 500 miles is an awful lot with no cell phone. Plus, my parents could be have been home any minute and I did want to see them. I heard some noise coming from the neighbor’s back yard— the house next door had been for sale all summer after the Johnsons, our best family friends, had moved to Florida for Mr. Johnson’s job. I noticed that the sign in the front listing the home as available had been taken down, so I shoved my wallet and lip glosses back into my handbag, hoisted up my weekend duffle bag over my shoulder and walked down the driveway to my new neighbor’s backyard.

  As I approached I could smell barbecue and I felt my stomach grumble— I had forgotten to stop for lunch on my way in to town, hopefully my new neighbor would be able to help me call my parents and find out when they’d be home. Then I could grab some lunch. I pulled open the side gate and saw three men in the back yard. A tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair stood over the grill while two other men— one with blond hair and brown eyes, a Robert Redford type, and the other a thin, black haired man who wore square framed glasses and had a nice smile; sparkling white teeth— sat at a picnic table, drinking beer and snacking on chips and salsa. I found myself staring at the grill master. He noticed me first.

  “Hello… Can we help you?” I found myself a little out of breath, suddenly nervous in his presence. He walked closer until he stood only about ten feet from me.

  “Oh, I… I’m sorry to have broken in, or well, let myself in the gate.” The man didn’t look amused or annoyed— his expression was blank. I stepped further into the backyard, closer to him. “I’m Jen, I live— well I live at school— but my parents live next door and I came home to surprise them and they seem to be gone for the morning, and I didn’t know what to do so… Can I charge my phone?” All three men looked me up and down. The tallest one, who had been by the grill, smiled— I noticed he had bright blue eyes offset by some wrinkles, he seemed to be in his early thirties, he was very good looking and had an aura of confidence about him that made him seem established.

  “Your parents are our of town for the weekend, they’re meeting their old neighbors at a bed and breakfast a few hours away for the long weekend— did they forget to tell you?”

  “Oh. I guess they didn’t think there was any reason to.” I turned to go, nervous about the long drive back— I’d only gotten my license a few months ago and nine total hours of driving was a lot for one day.

  “Wait, charge your phone here and give them a call to let them know where you are. Stay, have some lunch with us. I’m Ben, I moved in about six weeks ago, your parents have been a huge help and it’s the least I can do.” I smiled up at him and felt my nipples perk up and harden a little. I blushed.

  “Thank you.” He was very good looking, his demeanor was friendly but something about his tone was a little disarming and intimidating, he seemed very nice, but Ben had a gravity that was different than anyone else I’d met before. He seemed experienced but comfortable. I felt at ease after the morning’s stress, I trusted him.

  “Please, sit down. Do you want a beer?”

  “Oh. no thank you— I don’t drink. Do you have lemonade?”

  “Of course, just a minute.” Ben went into the house , taking my phone and charger in with hi
m. I sat with his friends.

  “I’m Max,” the blond looked over at me, he was more handsome than Ben, but he lacked his gravitas. Max just seemed at ease, his confidence was the sort that people are born with, Ben’s seemed earned.

  “John” The bespectacled man smiled warmly and I smiled back— he had a contagious happy energy.

  “Jen. Thank you guys for letting me join you for lunch. It was just my birthday and I was so excited to see my parents and I just…”

  “Which birthday?” Ben had appeared behind me, he set a big clear cup of iced lemonade in front of me as he spoke.

  “I just turned eighteen.” I noticed Max and John make eye contact with each other and smile a little, I perked up. I felt very adult.