by K D Grace
‘When you come to me in my home and you share my bed then you stay until I say you can leave. Are we clear?’
‘Crystal. You’ll have to chase me out with a broom.’ He set her on fire standing there naked, head unbowed, cock thrust in front of him at full attention, large hands clenched at his side. And his arse, she thought, his lovely arse was still aching from Tino’s spanking. He was shockingly unlike Tino, couldn’t be less like Tino if he tried. She wondered if he did try, but she wondered only for the briefest of seconds before she launched herself at him mouth first.
He cupped her arse and lifted her onto him as though she weighed nothing. There was no fumbling, no shifting for position. His cock knew the way, and her pussy yielded to his press with slippery eagerness.
He manoeuvred until her back was against the slightly rough press of the wall, then he thrust hard, raking upward against her pubis and over her distended clit until she gasped. ‘Tino left me with the taste of you on my tongue,’ he said. ‘And my whole body smelt of your sex. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t go back home without more of you.’ Then he stopped talking, and if she closed her eyes and listened to the way he grunted, the way he growled, the way he caught his breath, Tino and Vincent were the same, both there, both pounding her cunt relentlessly, and Vincent was no less of an animal than Tino.
She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth to hers biting and tonguing her way closer to his breath. Her body thrust to meet his with pounding and scraping of flesh, and in the press her clit felt nearly as big as his cock and as desperate to come. The wall abraded her shoulders and her coccyx. She locked her heels around his waist and squeezed to get still closer to the imminent explosion. And when it happened he jerked and clawed at her hips. She banged her head on the wall as heat seared through her, flashing white-hot and shimmering then collapsing in on itself to ever-more gentle tremors around his jerking cock.
As he pulled away and settled her on her feet, leaving her at the peril of her wobbly legs, she cupped a hand against her vulva and pressed until her palm was drenched in their combined juices, then, holding his gaze, she wiped it up over her belly and onto her aching breasts.
He half growled as he inhaled their blended scent, nostrils flared, lips parted, taking the smell of them into the back of his throat like she’d seen cats do. Then he slid his hand between her legs and followed suit until his chest and belly glistened with a sheen of their heat.
With a series of nips and kisses and playful shoves more Pet-like than she’d actually intended, she pushed him onto the couch and forced his legs apart. Then she straddled one leg at a time, pressing her labia wide, undulating, grinding, rubbing her wet cunt up and down the length of each thigh, delighting in the way his cock already squirmed and jerked in response to her marking him.
And suddenly she was as anxious to taste as she was to mark. She knelt between his spread legs and took in his scent, licked her way up the inside of his thigh until she could flick the tip of her tongue over the pliant skin cupping his balls. Then she worked her way up below his penis to the place that smelt yeasty and urgent.
He ground against her and curled his fingers in her hair. ‘Thought you weren’t my Pet tonight.’ He forced the words up through his tight chest.
She rubbed her face against his balls, feeling his tentative gasp of protectiveness. ‘Not all animals are Pets.’ She worked her way beneath his balls teasing and tonguing back toward the grip of his anus. He lifted his feet onto the coffee table on either side of her and pressed up, sucking air at the extra pressure on his sore bottom as she moved her hands beneath to cup him and spread him until he was completely exposed to her. His back-hole clenched and relaxed as she pressed a tentative finger to it then he released a low belly grunt as she pushed at it with the tensed tip of her tongue. ‘Jesus, Stel, that feels good.’
‘Do you like being fucked in there?’ she asked, spitting on her fingers and easing one into his grudging tightness.
‘I do,’ he breathed. ‘Does that bother you?’
‘It intrigues me, turns me on, actually.’
‘What about you?’ he asked. ‘Do you like being fucked back there?’
‘Never actually been.’ She was surprised to feel the heat of a blush.
He pulled away, and there was a tangle of arms and legs and something bony hitting the edge of the coffee table before he settled onto the sofa with her on top of him. Then he ran a hand around to caress her back-hole. ‘Would you like to?’
Her stomach did a nervous flip-flop. ‘You’re so big. Do you think we could?’
He held her gaze with a look that was slightly frightening, but mostly sexy. Then it softened to something almost tender. ‘We can stop whenever you want. Just say the word.’ He offered her his delicious smile. ‘After all, as you reminded me, you’re not my Pet at the moment.’
She led him into the bedroom. Better that she was in the place she felt most comfortable for the first time, he said. He asked for her vibrator, which he laid on the nightstand where he could reach it, along with a bottle of lube then he settled into a spoon position and lifted her upper thigh so that her leg was bent at the knee and her foot rested on the mattress giving him easy access. When he had her positioned like he wanted her, he reached down over her belly, slipped his fingers into her cunt, and began to stroke. ‘We’ll use your own juices at first,’ he chuckled softly, ‘and mine, of course, but when I push into you, I want you as slippery as possible, so we’ll use lots of lube. OK, Stel?’
She nodded, already feeling the swell of his cock pressing against her bottom. ‘And the vibrator?’ her voice sounded breathless, a little more frightened than she wanted it to be.
He kissed her ear. ‘I’ve only got one cock. What else are we going to fill your pussy with?’
For a time he caressed and fondled, stroking her heavy breasts, giving her clit an occasional tweak, kissing and nuzzling her neck. When she had relaxed into his cuddling, he probed her pussy until his fingers were slick with their juices, then he easily slid a middle finger into her anus. She tensed and caught her breath and felt her pussy gush in response to the invasion.
‘All right?’ he asked, stroking a nipple in reassurance with his other hand.
She nodded and pressed back against him.
By the time he inserted the second finger and had begun to scissor and thrust, she was feeling uncomfortably full and yet desperately wanting more. By the time he had reached for the lube and hinted at a third finger, both of his hands were engaged in the back door business. ‘Stel, sweetheart,’ his voice was tight with arousal, and though she couldn’t see his cock, she could feel the press of it against her arse cheek when he moved just right. ‘Play with your pussy for me. I want you right at the edge when I push into you. That’s it,’ he sighed as she slid two fingers into her gape and began to thumb her hard clit. ‘That’s my girl.’
He needn’t have worried about her level of arousal, the very thought of what he was doing, what he was about to do, the tight full feeling in her anus, the forward press against the back wall of her vagina had her well buzzing with arousal slightly tinged in fear.
‘Now relax, sweetheart, just relax and let me ease my cock in slowly.’ His voice was barely more than a tight whisper against the back of her shoulders. Then she felt his warm breath on her bottom and she knew he was looking at her lewdly gaping backside, positioning himself just right to fill her. That in itself was almost enough to make her come. She felt one large hand holding her buttocks apart then she felt the press of the slick head of his penis against her worried pucker. ‘You’re nice and dilated. Are you ready for me, sweetheart?’
She whimpered and nodded, fingers resting tight against her clit, suddenly forgetting the task at hand as she concentrated on the slight shifting of his hips that pushed him forward forcing her open with a slow, but relentless press.
‘That’s it, that’s my Stel. You’re doing so well, your hole is so ready for me, and I need to fuck you t
here so badly.’
She felt as though her pelvic girdle were being pried apart from the bottom up, and yet the more intense the pressure and the push in her anus the more her pussy gushed against her fingers, the more the buzz of arousal was amplified.
She moaned and gasped against the insistent invasion of her impaler. ‘I want you to fuck me back there, Vincent. I want you to fill me full.’ Then she took a deep breath and shoved back onto his cock as hard as she could. The sound from her throat was animal, pain and pleasure splitting her apart.
It was Vincent holding her hips kissing her shoulder that brought her back. ‘Sh! Stel, Sh. I’m in now. I’m in. Relax, that’s my girl, just relax, and get used to it.’ Then he reached for the vibrator, first pressing with gentle strokes on a low setting just at the parting of her labia and up almost to the base of her clit. Then he turned up the setting and pushed in deeper until she could feel the press of it on the thin wall that separated the fair-sized vibrator from the large cock up her arse.
She hadn’t realised it, but he had let her initiate the thrusting, and she wasn’t quite certain when she overcame the fear of being split in two and began to slowly move against him, but thrusting she was, and he was thrusting too, gently at first, but building in depth and momentum until he felt confident she could accommodate him.
His timing was exquisite, his coordination perfect as he manoeuvred the vibrator to rake deliciously against her g-spot in perfect rhythm to his thrust in her arse. At first she had lain very still, moving nothing but her hips and that only marginally, but as Vincent turned up the vibrator and as she grew used to the delicious, uncomfortable fullness, thrusting became writhing, and writhing became squirming and wallowing over the bed.
‘I can’t hold back much longer, Stel,’ he gasped. ‘I have to come.’ And as though her own orgasm were voice activated by him, she came in a tidal wave that crashed and pounded inside her until she was certain she would break apart, barely aware at the back of her mind of the warm spurt of Vincent’s semen up into her nether-hole.
Later in the bath, she let him clean her gently with a terry washcloth. ‘Hopefully you won’t be too sore tomorrow.’ He smiled up at her. ‘I could barely walk after my first time.’ He held her gaze. ‘But then you know I like it rough sometimes.’ She thought she saw a tinge of a blush crawl up his cheek.
‘Then do I need to learn to be rough?’
He laughed softly. ‘After the way you put Tino in his place this past weekend, I think you already know how to be rough when it suits you.’ He soaped her breasts, bringing her nipples to white foamy peaks.
‘Do you like it better with men?’ she asked.
‘Not better, no. But I like it well enough,’ he shrugged. ‘Or Tino does at least. Vincent’s never really been with a man.’
‘Vincent’s the voyeur and Tino’s the exhibitionist?’
‘Something like that. Tino always wants to be in the thick of it, but I’ve always experienced the world through binoculars. It’s safer that way.’
‘Is that why you keep them separate, Vincent and Tino? Because it’s safer?’
‘Not sure I could cope with both of them at once.’
‘So you opt for safe.’ She scooted close to him and began to wash his cock. ‘Except with me.’
He released a sigh of pleasure at her touch. ‘You’re definitely not what I’d call safe.’
She soaped the length of him, struck again by the fact that he never seemed all that far away from a hard-on. ‘Is that why you left me?’ She sounded matter-of-fact enough, but she felt her chin quiver slightly at the thought of waking up to find him gone. Her stomach clenched.
For a long time he didn’t speak, only watched her ministrations to his cock. At last he sighed and forced the words past the straight line of his lips. ‘You called out in the night while you were asleep.’ He avoided her gaze. ‘You called out and it was just so overwhelming.’
She gave him a rough stroke with the washcloth. ‘For fuck sake, Vincent, I was asleep! If I called out for Tino, it meant nothing. Besides, Tino is really–’
He laid a wet finger across her lips to silence her. ‘You didn’t call out for Tino, Stel.’
‘I didn’t?’
He shook his head, moving his hand to smooth a stray strand of hair behind her ear. ‘You called out for me. You called out for Vincent.’ Before she could regain enough balance to reply, he continued rapidly. ‘If you had called out for Tino, that would have been OK. I could have handled that. I would have understood that. Why wouldn’t you call out for Tino? Everyone calls out for Tino. But you called out for me. No one’s ever called out for me and that was ...’
‘You were scared.’
He nodded. ‘Terrified.’
Suddenly her throat felt tight and she found herself way too close to tears for comfort. ‘What the hell did you think I was going to do, tie you up in the basement and keep you as my love slave?’
He raised a damp eyebrow. ‘I hadn’t thought about that. That wouldn’t have been so bad.’
She covered her mouth and fought back a sob of a laugh. ‘You’re an idiot, Vincent Evanston, a total idiot. I don’t even have a basement.’
Chapter Twenty-three
WHEN STELLA WOKE UP she was once again alone in the bed, but the delicious smell coming from the kitchen reassured her that she wasn’t alone in the house. She shoved her way into her robe and shuffled down the hall to find Vincent standing bare chested over the cooker scrambling eggs. He smiled up at her. ‘I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but since you’re up, maybe we could just have it on the kitchen floor.’ When she came to his side, he pulled her into a grope of an embrace and kissed her, running his hand underneath the robe to caress her bottom. ‘Little back-hole not too sore, I hope.’
She wriggled against his hand. ‘Every time I sit down today, I’ll have a tender spot for you. Why are you up so early?’ she asked, pulling some plates from the cupboard. The clock on the wall read 6.40 a.m.
‘I have a meeting today, and I’ve got to get back to the hotel and get changed so I don’t look like I’ve been having wild messy sex all night.’ He gave her a hungry look. ‘Wouldn’t want to make anyone jealous, would I?’ He turned his attention back to the eggs. ‘Anyway, I figured you’d be up for an early start at Strigida. Can’t imagine you not being the first one into the office.’
‘Usually I am.’ She shoved bread into the toaster. ‘But I had a little meeting at the Pet Shop with the Boss and Anne O’Kelly last night after Tino left.’
‘Oh?’ Suddenly she had his full attention.
‘You didn’t miss out on any hot group sex if that’s what you’re worried about.’
He offered a half smile. ‘I was hardly lacking in the hot sex department, if you recall. So what was this meeting about, or is it none of my business?’
She buttered the toast. ‘Believe it or not, they want me to take over the running of the Pet Shop. I’m meeting them back over there later today so they can show me around properly, from a perspective other than that of a Pet, I mean.’ She nodded to the plates on the counter next to him. ‘Unless you like your eggs burnt, I think those are done.’
He tipped the eggs into the plates and the two sat down at the table. She was half finished with hers before she noticed he wasn’t eating.
‘What is it? What’s the matter?’
‘Do you want to run the Pet Shop? I mean, I got the impression that you really loved your work at Strigida.’
She spoke around a mouthful of toast. ‘To be honest, since I got home last night, I’ve had other things on my mind.’ She threw a wicked glance at his lap. ‘But it’s a fabulous opportunity really. Great pay, great benefits. I could have Tino whenever I wanted him.’
He didn’t smile. ‘You can already have Tino whenever you want him.’
Her heart did a little skitter against her ribs at his words, but she stayed on topic. ‘Don’t you think it’s a great opportunity?’
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bsp; He laid the fork down on his plate and took her hand. ‘It’s a great opportunity if it’s what you want to do, but I’d imagine it would be a very demanding job.’
‘I’m not afraid of demanding jobs.’ She curled her fingers around his. ‘I wasn’t planning on making the decision today anyway, Vincent. I mean it’s such a huge change for me. Surely you know I’d not make a decision like that without considering it very carefully.’
‘Good. That’s all I ask.’ He shovelled an enormous forkful of egg into his mouth and chewed with gusto, suddenly very much reminding her of Tino.
His BlackBerry rang just as they were finishing the meal. He apologised and excused himself. She caught a mention of reclaiming habitat and something about a salt marsh before he disappeared into the back of the flat.
She cleared the table and was standing at the sink washing up when he came back into the room. ‘Everything all right?’ she said without looking up.
‘Never better.’ He moved behind her and ran a warm hand inside her robe, forcing it open, causing her to jump and give them both a good dousing as she dropped a heavy plate into the suds. ‘Do your nipples always get this hard when you do the dishes?’ he asked, nibbling on her nape as he stroked and cupped her breasts until she could feel her pussy quiver.
She caught her breath and smiled. ‘Only when someone gropes my tits and presses a very large hard-on against my crack.’
‘I’m going to be away from you for hours. You don’t want to send me off with a full load in my balls, do you?’
‘Then you’re coming back?’ The butterflies in her stomach danced double-time.
‘For tonight, yes. If you’ll have me. Then I’ll have to go back home in the morning.’ He slid his hand up under her robe to fondle her arse cheeks.
‘I suppose I could stand another night with you, though I may not be able to walk in the morning.’
