by Burke, Dez
Kira found herself being drawn into the dim room, the only lighting coming from the open curtains which chased shadows around the desk, chairs and bookcases within the room. Her sensual haze gave way to doubt as the door clicked shut behind her, but before she could turn around Blake had her drawn with her back up against his chest, his arm closing around her waist while his free hand inched up to wrap around her throat. Trapped against his rock-ready body, Kira felt her senses swim, overwhelmed by his virile dominance; the strength beneath the liquid sensuality.
Entrenched within the globes of her buttocks was the unmistakable ridge of his straining erection and he felt even harder, bigger than before. Kira gasped and arched her back, her hands lifting of their own accord to fist the silken locks at his nape.
“Are you wet for me, Kira? I’m sure as hell rock-hard for you,” Blake rasped with his lips in her ear. His hand lay flat on her belly and shifted up to squeeze hard on one breast, and then the other. His rough, hungry groping turned her on more than any tender caress could have done.
His hand at her throat turned her face to the side to meet his lips crushing into hers. He kissed her as fiercely as ever but with far more purpose. Kira knew he wanted to drive her straight out of her mind and she wasn’t able to fight what came charging at her like a herd of racing bulls.
She could feel his other hand on her breasts, his fingers easily detecting one rigid nipple and pinching it hard through her clothes. Kira whimpered in part agony, part ecstasy at the boldness in his every touch. He tweaked one nipple and then the other into stiff, aching peaks while his tongue drove in and out of her mouth in a telling dance that mimicked what he wanted to be doing to her…if she only gave in to the mating call of his body for hers.
Kira was slowly losing it. Her intuition had told her Blake was a man with the potential to lead her into temptation and he began to prove her right with every second that passed.
Her back was against his chest and she couldn’t help but melt into him. She could sense that his heart beat as erratically as hers was doing and it became obvious there was no going back now. Not that she even wanted to. She felt him rock his hardness into her ass and that carnal gesture triggered a flood of heat to spread over her already soaked panties.
Just like before, he read her body language perfectly. Kira had no words to stop him when he spun her round to face him and promptly backed her into the desk until her knees buckled, forcing her to plant her ass on the edge of the desk. Blake promptly had her in a horizontal position as his body covered hers with a dominant passion.
“Oh!” Kira exclaimed. Everything was happening so fast. His lips, kissing every inch of her face and then down along her arched neck. His hands, tugging the neckline of her dress off her shoulder, her bra strap following its descent. The next thing she felt was the cool air settling on her exposed nipple right before Blake’s head swooped down and he enclosed the hard bud in the heat of his mouth.
She must have cried out his name because he grunted in reply, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs which he gripped so strongly. Kira’s hands clutched his head as his lips sealed around her nipple and suckled with rough, insistent tugs. His tongue played around her areole and it was all Kira could do not to scream out loud. Nothing had ever felt so good and it was growing even more intense with the hand he had inching up beneath her hiked up skirt.
Kira quivered beneath the weight of his body over hers, pinning her down to the desk as he settled between her knees which he pushed wide apart.
She should stop him. This was so wrong. What would his father think about what they were doing? In his study no less? But who was she kidding? She was helpless to keep things from happening at this wild, reckless pace. Overcome by the undeniable responses of her eager flesh, Kira had nowhere to hide and no plan of running.
Her swirling thoughts broke off when Blake’s hands cupped beneath her ass, half-lifting her off the desk as he reached for the band of her skimpy briefs. In a single wrench he’d rid her of them. But then they got tangled at her ankles and in his impatience, he had them ripped off her and thrown onto the floor.
“Blake…,” Kira cried out, his ardor making her blush from head to toe. She heard his answering low chuckle which died off when they returned with earnest to their kisses, lips grinding together in a fevered tango. Kira felt Blake’s hand slip between her shivery thighs and the next moment, his fingertips were skimming over her mound.
The room echoed with the mutual sound of their groans as Blake strummed over her lush and slippery folds. “Fucking wet…so wet and juicy. And so tight, Kira,” Blake groaned against her mouth, sliding a finger past her swollen vulva and into her waiting sheathe. The sweet penetration made Kira hunch her spine, her lower body turning to jelly in an instant.
“Blake. Oh god please.”
He knew what she needed even though she couldn’t spell it out in words. She loved his mouth, teasing at her breasts, lapping and tugging. She loved his thumb flicking over her clit until it swelled from all the blood pumping through her nerve cells.
It could have been ten minutes since she’d confronted him in a fury; it could’ve been an hour. At that moment Kira didn’t know or care. She felt him guide her hands to his trouser front and her neck flushed when she realized what he wanted. Kira couldn’t back down or stay passive in the face of their rising hunger; she plucked the courage to reach for his belt buckle unfastening it along with his trousers which he stepped out of, leaving him in his dark silk boxers. Then her nerve failed her.
Chuckling deeply, Blake, who had shrugged off his jacket decided to finish the job himself. As soon as his shorts were discarded he was leaning over her, hitching her legs round his hips as his lifted her easily off the desk to spread her over the large leather couch. Heart racing; Kira held his smoldering gaze in the moonlit study with the beams streaking over the carpet. The magic of the moment was stronger than ever and Kira didn’t just want this, she needed it. More than anything. She felt a sudden prick of fear as he cupped her naked sex with his warm, knowing hand then melted as he looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Half of her still felt like this was just part of a crazy dream. Had to be. It couldn’t be real. Blake was tugging her naked hips closer, her dress in folds around her waist and her breasts bared by the lowered bodice. He was unabashedly naked and as his muscled torso slid over her even the semi-dark surroundings could do nothing but illuminate the contrast in their flesh tones. Her tawny-brown skin against his lighter, golden-tinted form was a whole new dynamic to Kira and the striking exoticness of the moment wasn’t lost on her.
This was unchartered territory for Kira in so many ways. It was on the tip of her tongue to voice the warning that rose in her throat - but with Blake’s mouth latching to her breast again the power of speech left her in a skittering moan.
He settled his lower body in the cradle between her thighs and Kira could feel the head of his thick, long cock rubbing against her shaved mound. Kira moaned deeply and arched her back, stunned by the indescribable sensations racking her core.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders which she clutched for support as he braced his muscular arms on either side of her, his knee nudging hers far apart while that rigid, pulsating tip probed close to her twitching center. Suddenly every lingering doubt fled and all that mattered was Blake finally filling her to the brim with that fine-looking cock that seemed built just right for a woman’s pleasure.
The passion around them seemed ready to boil over but there was only one logical conclusion…Kira’s every wicked fantasy was seconds from coming true.
***
All her life Kira had been the sensible type, staying true to her principles even when her life’s influences pointed her the other way. Growing up on the rough side of the tracks…the psychological abuse from her father and not really having a sense of worth until she was much older had built a barrier that shielded her from the outside world. She’d seen
girls she grew up with falling by the wayside or content to remain someone’s baby mama or hooked on the life of drugs and crime. Kira had escaped that fate out of sheer determination and a conviction that she had a deeper purpose.
She’d never really felt true love or passion and sex had never been top priority on her list. And yet this moment in time counted higher than anything she’d ever experienced before. Right there, with Blake braced to pierce her contracting pussy lips with his thick, solid manhood was all her mind and body could register and suddenly, she couldn’t wait another second longer.
Kira’s senses gave way to some part of her that she didn’t know ever existed. She held on tight to Blake’s toned flanks and he released a deep groan, just as her hips jerked up to meet him halfway. Breathless with anticipation Kira braced herself for the final moment when Blake would possess her completely.
She didn’t know what power he held over her but she understood that it brought to her the greatest pleasure she’d ever known. And now that pleasure was about to be sublimated by Blake plunging through her vulva to the depths of her sheathe.
Her heart hammered harder than ever before and just as she thought the waiting would drive her insane, Blake flexed his hips and took her in one body-splintering power thrust.
When the head of his cock surged inside her it soon rocked against the unyielding wall of her virginity. Blake and Kira drew in sharp intakes of breath at the same time, but while his expression registered utter shock, Kira’s was shadowed with a distress that had her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
“Oh Christ!” Blake said hoarsely, holding perfectly still. Kira’s heart was pounding like a bass drum and even her vagina walls seemed to vibrate with yelp-inducing agony around the inches of cock embedded midway inside her pussy.
“Kira. Fuck.” A single shudder swept through Blade’s frame and she could see every muscle standing out in his arms and shoulders. She stared into his face and caught his grimace as she could tell he was holding on tight to every shred of his control.
“I’m sorry, Kira. But you really should have told me,” he rasped, lifting a hand to stroke the side of her cheek soothingly. “And now I need to move. You know that, don’t you? I can pull out or keep going. But damn it’s going to be hell trying to keep still. You’re so snug and wet. You want this too baby? All you have to do is say no and I’ll stop, I promise. Just say the word. Tell me what to do.”
She wanted it. It hurt like hell, but Kira knew she wanted it. She couldn’t imagine him stopping now. Disconnecting was not an option. There was a jagged edge of pleasure waiting at the tip of all the discomfort from that first, commanding thrust. Not trusting her voice, she spoke instead with her body, her legs locking around his sides tightly while her hips moved almost imperceptibly beneath him, urging and needy.
Kira heard Blake mutter a harsh expletive before slowly beginning to move. Thrust after angled thrust he inched closer to breaching her fortress completely. Every few moments he paused to let Kira catch her breath and for her vagina to get accustomed to his girth and hardness. The pressure was almost unbearable but then came that tell-tale ‘pop’ and then Blake was embedded deep, right where they both needed him to be.
Shallow at first, with a smooth, steady rhythm, Blake took her, allowing a few inches of his cock to slide in and out of her until her body lost most of its tension. Kira’s fingernails raked all over his bare back as the pressure mounted deep inside her until she was writhing and moaning, impatient for more.
Her walls fluttered around him as Blake instinctively increased his pace, insinuating himself farther inside her as his cock massaged every inch of her walls. Anchored there he at once angled his aim and bam! Kira felt the sudden change in the game as Blake rocked beneath the front wall of her pussy, jockeying her G-spot.
Unable to stay passive, Kira responded with wriggling movements of her pelvis which complemented his wickedly delicious thrusts. Damn. He bottomed inside her for a moment and then rocked backwards, drawing a screech of pleasure from her throat. Abandoning herself to her lover’s mastery, Kira drew up her legs and spread all the more to offer her swollen vulva for his total ownage.
Many things in life were worth the wait and Kira was glad her initiation to the pleasures of sex had come at this point in time. She couldn’t imagine any other man having the patience, skill and passion to take her the way Blake did. She felt shattered to pieces by each thrust and each bit of pleasure echoed like a sonic boom in her brain. Even before she knew what was happening, she felt a strange surge of energy swirling in the depths of her abdomen. Her groans grew louder and she became wetter and wetter, squirming around Blake’s cock.
“You’re close,” he rasped, cupping both sides of her head and holding it in place as he stared into her eyes in the dim light. “Don’t fight it, Kira. Take it – take it all.”
It was a command she could fully understand; because everything Blake gave she had no choice but to take, and keep taking. He rocked in deeper and harder and just knowing he was watching her every expression made it all even more intense. She gasped, head spinning from the coil tightening within her apex. Whatever it was that had been gunning for her finally caught up and slammed her in the back, lifting her right off the couch as she arched into Blake, her pussy dissolving in a mass of spasms.
“Oh my G-G-God!” she screeched and then clamped a hand over her mouth, unable to keep herself from jerking as Blake continued to slam inside her, his throat filled with growls. Next thing she knew his thrusts grew choppy, erratic and then he groaned, pushing in to the balls and burying his face in her throat while his body shuddered in his release.
They didn’t move for a long while and Kira just lay there beneath him, shocked to the core as his breath fanned the inside of her neck. After what felt like the longest ten seconds she’d ever experienced, Kira felt Blake gently pull his cock out of her. Her chest was heaving and she barely managed to sit up as she tried to get her bearings after that tumultuous fuck. Her body brushed against Blake’s as he hovered over her and she shivered, her body still sensitive to everything about him.
She glanced up to find Blake staring down at her with a look on his face that set her blood pumping back into overdrive.
“Damn, Kira you’re fucking unbelievable,” he said huskily, eyes narrowing to dark slits of rekindled arousal while his hand encircled her ankle. “Barely three minutes after and you’ve got me all ready to go again…”
Chapter Six
For Kira his gravelly words acted like a bucket of water in the face. The enormity of what actually happened hit her. Trembling from shock, she pushed herself free and stumbled shakily to her feet before he could react.
“What the hell did I just let happen?” she whispered, clutching at her tousled hair.
Behind her a surprised Blake hunted for his shorts and trousers even as he cursed about where the light switch could be. “Look Kira, what happened was perfectly natural…”
“For you maybe,” Kira cut in with a scornful, humorless laugh.
She was shaking with shame and anger as she bent, groping around the ground for shoes that had fallen off her feet, slipping them on unsteadily before facing Blake in the semi-dark room. “You might be used to first-night quickies but I’m not!” she added brokenly. “I’ve never acted so reckless in my life! Oh my god! What have I done?” Kira felt like her whole world as she knew it had come crashing down. How much wine had she had at dinner? Because she must have been piss drunk to have let this ever happen. And in her boss’s home! With his son! Could it get anymore fucked up?
“Don’t you think I realize that?” Blake said with a gentle, teasing voice which only incensed Kira further.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” Kira snarled, poking a finger in his direction. “There’s nothing funny about this being the first time I...I…”
“That you’ve been with a guy?” Blake put in gently when Kira faltered. “At least I know for sure now that you were never my fa
ther’s mistress or anything. Kira, I’m…”
“No please, don’t fucking apologize and make it worse,” she said, turning away as the scenes from the last hour flashed across her vision. What the hell had come over her? Hormones had a lot to answer for if they could push her into such mindless behavior.
“I’m now beginning to understand your low opinion of me,” she muttered bitterly. “I’m feeling the same way about myself right now.”
“Don’t regret what just took place, Kira,” Blake said with firmness. “It was what we both wanted; nothing to be ashamed of. And if you’re worried about catching anything, I’m clean. I promise you that I’ve never acted this reckless either. I’m always careful about condoms, but this is the first time this has happened for me too. There’s no way I’d put you at risk like that. Though as for the possibility of getting you pregnant…”
“Well it’s a good thing then that I went on the Pill since I started dating my boyfriend; just in case…Oh shit,” Kira groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead. For the first time she thought of Terrence. Sure enough, she must’ve been crazy. From the second Blake kissed her and pushed her against the wall, she’d switched into a different person even she didn’t recognize.
“Kira, relax,” Blake said softly, reaching out to pull her close. “I’ve got a girlfriend as well and that flew right out of my mind too. I can’t explain what just happened but nothing’s ever felt more right to me than what we just did.”
“Even though we only just met and barely even know each other?” she accused.
“That’s a problem easily remedied,” Blake told her with a rakish smile. “Have lunch with me tomorrow. We could…”
“You’re insane,” Kira bit out disgustedly as she broke away from his touch. “How can you even think I’d want anything more to do with you after…after…”
