by Anthology
I was sure my touch was too light to wake her but she moved, rolling onto her back, a throaty little moan escaping her lips as she stretched, one curled fist hitting me in the jaw.
I flinched, my free hand coming up to rub my face where she’d hit me and she moved again, making that same little throaty sound and it was like it had a direct line to my dick.
Releasing her hair, I looked to where the sheet tented over my straining erection. Dammit, why now? My cock had been slow to get excited about anything these days - much like the rest of me - and although I could appreciate him demonstrating there was still some life left in the old boy, I’d have preferred it not be now while Autumn lay in my bed.
I froze when she moved again, shifting restlessly alongside of me. A foot bumped me as her legs kicked around but it was her flailing arms I was more worried about. When one flew towards me and I could see where it was going to strike, I hastily tried to cover myself, both hands used to form a shield against her sleeping attack.
Either I was out with my perception of where she would hit or she was motivated to teach me a lesson for my behaviour last night, because despite my best efforts to ward off her strike, I missed. Unfortunately, she didn’t and the back of her hand came down on my poor unprotected cock. Hard.
I cursed, my body bucking against the impact of her hand and then the pain that exploded through my dick turned my curse into a shriek. I cupped my hands over him as well as I could - which wasn’t easy due to his erect state. Unfortunately, despite Autumn’s slumbering blow to him, it hadn’t been enough to make him soften.
She bolted upright, her hair in some tangled up mess atop her head. It hung in her eyes and covered half her face but she pushed it away impatiently and, despite my eyes watering from the pain of her blow to my cock, I saw her expression go from confusion to surprise, followed by shock, and finally alarm as her head swivelled to me.
“Theo? What the hell? Why am I in your bed?” She squinted at me, not saying anything more until finally I saw her eyes drop to where I held my poor throbbing erection. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Her expression changed, her eyes widening and her mouth fell open. “Oh shit, I hit you didn’t I? It’s a bad habit of mine. I’m a restless sleeper or so I’ve been told.” She turned to face me, grabbing at the sheet and pulling it down. “Let me see the damage. Where did I hit you?”
“No, it’s fine.” I began, trying to grab the sheet with one hand and cover as much of my dick with the other, not wanting her to see I was hard. I’d had so many mortifying moments with this woman and we still barely knew one another. Although, if she continued pulling that sheet down, we were about to know each other a hell of a lot better or, more specifically, she was going to see a hell of a lot more of me than she probably bargained for. “Please, don’t.” I tried again to stop her but the damned woman was like a bloodhound on a scent and wouldn’t leave me alone.
The sheet was torn from my grasp and, like a matador swinging the cape before the bull, she flicked it down and I watched helplessly as the cotton settled around my ankles.
I did the only thing I could under the circumstances: I took the coward’s way out and closed my eyes, blocking out the sight of her and what she was seeing. After several seconds of total silence I realised I was going to have to open my eyes and see what she was doing or not doing.
“Oh Theo.” I didn’t expect the breathy sounding voice but, before I could open my eyes, I felt her hands on me and fingers tugged the band of my boxer briefs down. I opened my eyes in time to watch her reach for me, curling a hand around my straining length.
“Oh god.” I moaned, my voice cracking. I hadn’t felt a hand on me intimately in so damn long. “Don’t. I can’t. Fuck.” I couldn’t seem to say anything that made sense as her fingers fluttered over me as if checking for some sign of damage.
Her hands fell away from me and I was left sitting up in bed, my cock standing up proudly, pointing towards the ceiling. Clearly he was immune to the crushing humiliation I was feeling. Bloody hell, I was never going to get over the embarrassment I’d suffered so far in front of this woman - even if I had a lifetime to recover.
When the silence between us continued to drag on, I finally, reluctantly, turned towards her. She sat there looking at me, those beautiful eyes of hers soft with sleep and something else, something I could see in them but couldn’t interpret.
“How long has it been since you’ve made love?” She asked, reaching out again to trace a finger from root to tip, making my cock leap enthusiastically from her light touch. Bloody hell; he was pathetic, getting excited over the slightest thing. Damn fool. He should have kept his head down. He had about as much chance of getting any action as I had of waking up to find my scars had disappeared.
I turned away, unable to look at her. I could have yelled and screamed, pissed her off, done anything to make her leave, but I didn’t. Instead I closed my eyes as if needing double insurance that I wouldn’t have to see her expression when I answered. “Five and a half years.” I said, my tone flat, devoid of all emotion.
She was silent again, not responding for a while, and I opened my eyes, watching her as she continued to run her fingers up and down me with a touch that kept me hard but wasn’t enough to make me lose control. Not yet at least.
Finally, she turned to me, bringing her other hand across to trail a finger along the scar that slashed an angry path over my stomach. Her eyes came up to meet mine.
“Is that when this happened?” She asked and I nodded after a moment’s hesitation. Why was I revealing so much to this woman? I should demand that she leave. Get her the hell out of my home before I ended up telling her my entire life’s story.
“Do you want me?” She asked, still trailing her fingers up and down my cock while the other hand tracked my scars. I studied her face closely, looking for a sign, anything to indicate she was horrified by what she saw, but I couldn’t see anything.
Her hand closed around me, stroking the length of me firmly and I moaned, bucking into her hand. Fuck, what was she doing to me? What did she want from me? If I told her I wanted her, would she fuck me?
“God…yes.” I choked out the words, closing my eyes again and she removed her hands from me, forcing a frustrated protest from my lips.
Fuck, she was just teasing me. This was all a game to her. Another woman repulsed by what she saw.
I felt the bed dip and her legs settled either side of my thighs, but she didn’t lower her weight onto me. My eyes shot open, widening when I saw she was in fact straddling me. She still wore her t-shirt which was now hitched up nearly to her slim waist and I almost groaned out loud again when I saw the white lacy G-string she wore.
My attention shifted to that small space between our bodies. All that separated me from the feel of her warm pussy was a couple of inches. I could feel the humid heat of it against my dick despite the layer of material that covered her.
“You’re a very handsome man.” Autumn told me, reaching lower, fisting me gently as she stared into my eyes. “Despite you having been a bit of an asshole to me, I find myself in the position of wanting to know what this will feel like inside me. You are very well hung, Mr Bailey.”
I felt my cock jerk in her hand; clearly he approved of what she was saying. “You’re not going to stop, are you?” I asked, my teeth clenched hard in an effort to gather my control. “If this is some game to you…” I stopped when her free hand pressed over my lips, silencing me.
“I’m not playing games. I would never do something like that.” She assured me. “Is your pain bad right now?” The question confused me for a moment until I realised she was asking if I hurt.
Well I did, just not my injuries so much right now. No, this was an aching, desperate need I felt in my groin. I wanted inside her so badly I was frightened I’d come before I got there.
“No.” I ground out. “Please…Autumn.” My hips pushed up and I felt my cock graze the lace of her panties. “Oh fuck. So long, it’s
been so long. I’ll never fucking last.” My final words were swallowed up in the groan that worked its way up my throat when she fisted me again, rubbing her thumb over my sensitive tip.
“Do you have a condom?” I heard her question through the deafening roar of the blood pounding in my head.
“Fuck.” I froze. “No, fuck. I told you. I haven’t had sex in years.” I wanted to scream with frustration. I’d gone so close. I’d felt her, the heat of her. A mere inch or two had been all that separated me from nirvana and now it was being taken.
“Theo, look at me.” Her voice was soft yet firm enough to make me open my eyes and meet hers. “I trust you. I haven’t been with anyone in a couple of years. I want to give you this but, if you can’t take that risk, I will understand.”
“I don’t need a pity fuck.” I spat out, suddenly worried she was doing this because she felt sorry for me.
“It won’t be a pity fuck.” She said, meeting my eyes. I searched her expression but couldn’t see anything that indicated this was an act or that she saw me as a pathetic shell of a man.
“I’ll embarrass myself.” I turned away from her so I could say the words without having to see her reaction. “I haven’t had sex in a very long time and this,” I held up one hand, “is a poor substitute for the feel of a woman’s pussy.” I closed my eyes. “Not even my hand can help me. The pain is so bad at times I can’t fucking get hard anyway. This is the hardest I’ve been in as long as I can remember.”
“Well then, how about we stop talking and put it to good use?” She asked and my eyes shot open in time to see her dragging her panties to one side. I stared helplessly, my body a raging torrent of want and need, at the narrow strip of reddish curls that hid her sex from my gaze. So Autumn wasn’t one for the Brazilian, clearly?
She grasped me firmly and rose, moving her body so she was directly over my cock and, as she lowered, I watched, nearly coming at the sight of me disappearing inch by inch into her. It was incredible, the feel of her warm and tight around me, taking me in, until I was as deep within her as I could go.
Chapter Five
“Jesus.” My eyes closed as the one word was torn from me, emotionally, reverently, and I wasn’t a religious man but this moment, buried deep in Autumn, I figured this was the closest thing to heaven I’d felt in an extremely long time.
“Are you alright?” She asked and I forced my heavy eyelids open again, seeing the concern on her face as she looked down at me.
“Is that a trick question?” I asked. “If you’re asking if my wounds hurt then, right now…no, because everything, all of me, every single nerve ending, all of them, are incapable of anything right now but savouring what it feels like to be inside you.”
She didn’t say anything for what felt like the longest time. She didn’t move on me although my body silently screamed at her to do so. She just looked into my eyes and I could tell she was searching for something before, finally, she smiled, bending down to brush her lips lightly across mine.
“For a man who was yelling at me to leave last night and who really was acting like a complete asshole, you’re remarkably poetic today.”
“I’m going to assume that has something to do with the current situation.” I replied, my voice sounding strained to me. It was no surprise really. This was a slow, torturous death being inside Autumn’s warm, wet pussy and not being able to move.
She quirked a perfectly shaped brow at me before placing her hands on my chest and began to draw circles across my skin with her nails, lightly teasing the flat discs of my nipples until they hardened under her touch.
Gradually her circles widened, moving down my body until she was touching my scars and gently she followed them, back and forth, down and down, until she was stopped by her own body where it covered mine.
I shivered, my body breaking out in goose bumps from her touch and helplessly I thrust up, desperate for the feel of her sliding up and down my aching cock, needing the friction almost as much as my next lung full of air.
She tightened around me, her pussy squeezing me like a vice and I groaned, my hips shifting restlessly beneath her. God, she was going to kill me if she kept this up much longer.
Bracing her palms on my stomach, she rose until I nearly slipped free of her body before lowering herself, taking me deep within her again. She stopped, not quite resting her weight on me and I suspected she was worried about hurting me. She repeated the movement, up and back down again, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Is this what you want? Am I hurting you? I love how you fill me; so full, so hard. There really is a lot to you Mr Bailey, isn’t there?” She smiled and, somewhere in my lust clouded brain, I suspected she wasn’t just referring to the size of my cock.
“Please, fuck me, you’re killing me. I feel like I’m going to explode. It’s been so long and I can’t guarantee I won’t lose control too soon. I’m sorry.”
“Stop worrying about what may happen. I want you to enjoy this. It doesn’t have to be a one-time deal.” As she spoke, she began to rock her hips, rotating and grinding on me, her pussy rippling along the length of me, rhythmically gripping my cock until I was sure I’d pass out from the pleasure of it. “Damn you feel good.” She moaned, closing her eyes.
I brought my hands up to grip onto her thighs, feeling the muscles flexing as she moved on me, and I slid my palms up them, angling my fingers inwards until my fingertips brushed over where our two bodies were joined.
She was wet, wet enough that it dampened her narrow strip of pubic hair, wet enough that it coated my fingers as I brushed them through her folds, and wet enough that I could feel it at the base of my cock as she still rocked on me, keeping me deep within her.
I gathered some of her moisture, bringing it forward and brushed it over her clit. I could feel it, hard and swollen, and when I touched it she gasped, clenching around me. I watched her, the emotions that raced across her beautiful face, before lowering my gaze so I could watch as my fingers touched her, caressing her, circling and rubbing her clit.
“Oh…Theo.” Her voice was a throaty whisper. The sound so sexy to my ears, and clearly my cock thought so too because he responded, twitching deep inside her.
“Jesus Autumn. You feel so fucking good, so tight and hot and wet. You’re killing me. It’s like I have the cookie jar in front of me but I can’t have the cookie.” I began to rub my fingers over her clit faster. “I really want the cookie. So…fucking…badly.” I growled, thrusting up hard into her, causing her body to buck on mine.
In response she rose up slowly and I moaned from the sensual overload. Feeling her tight pussy around me and seeing my cock appearing as she lifted herself off me, every inch as it was revealed coated in her juices, was the hottest thing I’d seen in as long as I could remember.
When she held me with just the head still inside her, she smiled down at me and slowly lowered herself, and I was treated to the visual of watching my cock being sucked deep inside her pussy again. I flicked her clit with my thumb and finger, making her jerk, a hiss of pain squeezing past her lips but inside I felt her clench around me and, after one soothing rub over the swollen nub, I did it again, forcing the same reaction from her.
“Take off your t-shirt.” I said, continuing to both caress her and inflict the small burst of pain on her, and she did as I asked, revealing the plain white sports bra beneath. “Take it all off.” I watched her reach for the bottom of it, pulling it over her head.
As soon as the tight fabric of the bra released her breasts, they swayed and bounced as they settled back in position. Autumn tossed both her t-shirt and bra on the floor and I abandoned her swollen clit, reaching up to touch her perfect breasts.
Fuck, they really were perfect, round and firm. Not too big, not too small. Her nipples were hard, poking out, the skin around them puckered, and I flattened my hands over them, feeling the peaks graze my palms.
“You’re beautiful.” I breathed, not taking my eyes from her perfect breasts but I
knew my words pleased her when I felt the flutter of her internal muscles squeezing me.
“So are you.” She whispered and my eyes shot to hers, finding her staring at me intently.
I smiled, more a twisted grimace than a smile, and shook my head. “No I’m not. Far from it. I’m damaged and I don’t just mean the scars you see. You said it yourself: I’m an asshole. Let’s not pretend this in anything more than it is.” I brought one hand down to flick my thumb and finger over her clit again. “Now are you going to torment me all morning with this fuck that isn’t really a fuck or will you ride me so damned hard I get to watch these beauties bounce?” I squeezed the breast I still caressed with one hand.
