STRIPPED (The Slate Brothers, Book Three)

by Harper James

  There’s been nothing quite like the party where I took his cock in my mouth for the first time. I hope that’s what’s in store tonight— I genuinely like sucking on him, like the way it feels when he grows yet harder against my tongue. When his mouth is on my pussy at the same time…it makes me feel like I’ve left my body, like I’m floating in some cloud of arousal and sex and pleasure.

  I don’t have a car— parking spots are crazy expensive for freshmen— so I walk to the address he gave me. When I arrive, he’s standing out front, arms folded, no phone or distraction-device in sight. He’s so comfortable being alone with his thoughts, in a way that no one else I’ve ever met is. When he sees me walking up, he smiles lightly.

  “Look at you,” he says, letting his eyes do just that. He doesn’t reach for me— he can’t, not out here on the street where someone might see— but I can see his chest rise with the desire to. It’s empowering, to know he wants me so badly, and I bite my lip at the thought of what’s in store for me. It’s only after I feel myself grow wet from the sight of him that I take the time to see where we are— one of the tiny local theaters, one of dozens tucked away in the old downtown area of Charlotte. Most are music venues now, or closed, but this is one of the few that still puts on local productions.

  “Are we…seeing a show?” I ask. Never in a million years would I expect Tyson Slate to want to go see a show like this.

  “Nothing’s playing tonight. But a teammate’s girlfriend manages the theater,” he says, and holds up a key on a tassel chain. I wait for further explanation, but none comes. Instead, Tyson turns around, unlocks the front doors, and ushers me inside.

  The theater seats fifty at the most— it’s the kind of place that hosts one person shows or improv comedy. It’s beautiful, though, with an ancient wooden stage, thick velvet curtain, and gold-painted woodwork along the walls and ceiling. All this is illuminated by a few scant emergency lights; Tyson leaves me side for a moment to turn on the house lights from a switch by the door— the place isn’t even new enough to have a legit lighting booth, which only adds to the charm.

  “Why are we here?” I ask, curious and charmed and desperate for Tyson to wrap his arms around me. Seeing him anywhere makes me fluttery, but here, in a theater, makes me doubly so.

  “So you can rehearse,” he says calmly. “I want to see your audition piece.”

  My eyes widen, and that fluttery feeling immediately morphs from pleasant to queasy. “Wait, really? Why?”

  Tyson’s voice is calm and serious, the not-to-be-argued with one he uses with me when he’s undressing me or guiding his cock to my mouth. “I want you to get the audition right, Anna. I want you to have the things you want, like that major.”

  “But you— I don’t think I can do the piece in front of you,” I say, flushing.

  “Anna,” he says, eyes darkening. “I’d like to see your audition piece now.”

  I open my mouth to argue again, but his gaze intensifies, and I’m quelled. I swallow and walk toward the stage. It’s only a foot or so off the ground, so it’s no trouble to climb up on it. Tyson takes a seat about halfway back, cast in more light than I am given that the stage lights aren’t on but the house lights are.

  I clear my throat, and begin to recite the monologue— the dinner party one. I stand stock still while I do it, running over the words as quickly as possible. It’s awful, and I know it, but it’s the best I can do in the circumstances. I finish in half the time I should have. Tyson doesn’t move.

  “Try it again,” he says.

  “Again?”

  “But this time take your shirt off, Anna,” he says.

  I take a deep breath. The pleasure that comes with hearing him order me into states of undress is nearly buried underneath my stage fright, but it’s there nonetheless. I grab hold of my shirt and tug it off over my head, revealing the neon pink bra that I got specifically because I thought Tyson would like taking it off of me.

  I start the monologue again, this time daring to take a few steps, offer a few meager attempts at getting into character. When I’m finished, Tyson smiles— then tells me to take my skirt off. I bite my lip— I see what he’s up to— and then drop my skirt to the floor, leaving me in my matching bra and panty set, but nothing else.

  I see him lean back, likely to make way for his erection. A surge of excitement rushes through me at the thought.

  “Do it again,” he says, and I obey, running through the scene. It occurs to me halfway through that I’m standing in my underwear on a stage, and more confident than I was when I was fully clothed a few moments before. How does Tyson know someone won’t stop by? I find myself confident that he does know that we’re totally isolated, though, so much so that when I’ve completed this run and he orders me to take off my bra, I obey.

  “Panties too?” I ask as I reach behind my back and unclasp the pink bra, then drop it to the side. My nipples perk at the cool theater air.

  “Not yet,” he says. “Go through it again.”

  I take a breath, and recite the scene a fourth time, the best one yet. When it’s over, I expect him to tell me to take my panties off and complete it again, but instead, he rises and comes toward the stage.

  “I think you’ll do fine, Anna,” he says. “You got better every time. You just needed some practice.”

  “I just needed you telling me what to do,” I suggest.

  “That’s right,” he murmurs, stepping up onto the stage. He reaches forward, caresses my cheek and hair for a moment, adoring me. I lick my lips when he steps back and turns me in a circle, so he can see me from all angles. “There’s a blanket from just off stage,” he says. “Go get it for us.”

  I widen my eyes, but obey. Just behind the curtain there’s a thick comforter that smells like laundry detergent. I retrieve it, and spread it out on the stage per Tyson’s command. Is this really happening? Is he going to have me suck his cock right here, on stage? He must see the question in my eyes, because he steps forward and guides me to kneeling in front of him, rubbing his hands against the back of my head, clearly fighting the urge to press my face forward against his cock.

  “Would you like my cock in your mouth again, Anna?” he asks. I nod, and he unbuttons his pants. I grasp them and tug them down along with his boxers, then eagerly guide the head of his cock to my lips. He groans as I kiss him there, licking at the salt-sweet pre-come that’s already rising. He’s still never come with me, and the need to make it happen has become almost primal.

  “Go on,” he says. “Suck me.”

  I nod, and open my lips to pull him in. The head of his cock rubs against the back of my throat, and I push my tongue up against the underside, then begin to pump my mouth up and down. He moans and pulls at my hair in need, in desperation. He wants to pound into my mouth, I can tell, but I can’t fit all of him despite my best efforts.

  “You’re so good at this,” he says, shaking his head, speaking in a guttural, thick voice. “Not nearly as scared of my cock as you used to be, are you?”

  “No,” I say through a gasped breath, then prepare to plunge him back past my lips again. He reaches forward though, placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me. Tyson then pulls his shirt off and steps out of his pants entirely, so he’s as fully naked as I am.

  “Stand up,” he says, and I scramble to do so. He reaches down and slides a hand between my legs, massaging my whole pussy, smiling when he feels my dampness soak through my panties. “Look at that,” he muses in a whisper. “So wet, so soon.”

  “You do that to me,” I answer, blushing a little.

  He then hooks a finger through the crotch of my panties and in one sharp movement, yanks back. The seams give, and I yelp when I realize he’s torn them straight off my body. He tosses them aside without looking where they land.

  “Anna,” he says sternly. “I’m going to fuck you tonight.”

  “Oh,” I say, startled, scared, delighted— how are there so many emotions coursing through me all at once?
I immediately begin to breathe faster, and my heart pounds against my chest so hard that surely he can see my skin jumping with each beat.

  “I’m going to try to go easy on you, since it’s your first time,” he says, letting a hand rest on my shoulder, then running it down so he can cup my breast. He rubs a thumb across my nipple, and I shudder in delight. “I’m going to try. But you’ve got such a tight little pussy, sweetheart. Such a tight little virgin pussy.” He practically hums this, pulling his hand down and massaging my clit as he speaks. I moan and nearly lose my balance, falling against him.

  “You’re ready though, aren’t you? You’re ready to take my cock,” he asks, ducking his mouth close to my ear.

  “Yes. Please,” I gasp as he continues to rub at my clit. He then slides his hand back to slip a finger into my pussy. I moan and lift up, trying to give him better access. He responds by slipping another finger into my slit, and then scooping me up into his arms. He lowers me to the floor, on the comforter, then kisses me deeply. I open my mouth so he can lick at my tongue with his, reaching down with both hands to grab hold of his cock when I feel it against my stomach. It’s doing this that renews my fears— his cock is so big. There’s no way my pussy can take him in.

  “Tyson,” I stammer, looking down. “You’re so big.”

  “Yes,” he says. “But you’ll be fine.”

  “You really think I can take it all in?” I ask, voice wavering.

  “I know it,” he says, and raises up. He leans back and pulls a condom from his pants pocket, tearing it open and encouraging me to watch as he slides it down his cock. It only serves to make him look thicker, the bottom of the latex straining at his shaft. He then turns over to lie on his back, which I didn’t expect. “Get on top of me, Anna.”

  I bite my lip, the heat in my pussy reaching inferno levels. I want him in me, I want to feel him stretching at me, I want to feel him taking me. I’m too scared to move though. Tyson takes my hand and guides me toward him, then nudges my left leg until I swing it over his waist. He watches my face as he reaches down and lifts his cock, lining it up with my bare pussy. I moan with pleasure at the feeling of him there, at the anticipation, at the need.

  “I’m going to fuck you for hours tonight, Anna. But I want to start like this. I want you to lose your virginity riding my cock. I want you to slide down on me as deep as you can manage, because I want to watch your face while I take your virginity. Understand?”

  I nod, still shaking.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” he says, then slaps my ass hard. “Good girl. Are you ready?”

  I nod again.

  He grins wickedly. “Good. Now take my cock, Anna. Give yourself to me.”

  Chapter 13

  I bite my lip and fight the urge to close my eyes, then slowly, carefully, sink my hips down. I groan as the head of his cock presses at my pussy entrance, then slides into me, immediately straining against my sides. The feeling makes me gasp, makes me pant— this is nothing like having his fingers or tongue in me, nothing at all. Tyson squeezes my ass, and I slide a bit farther down, my lips parting and eyes widening as I take him in slowly, as I feel him filling me, stretching me around him.

  “That’s right,” Tyson says, words choked, and I can see he’s fighting the urge to close his eyes too. “Keep going, sweetheart. You can take more.”

  “I—“

  “Shh,” he says, and I nod, then sink down further, until I truly can’t handle any more— though perhaps that’s because I can already feel my core electrifying, the orgasm growing in my chest. It hurts, having his enormous cock in me, but in the most perfect way— an ache that I want to repeat again and again. I inhale, lift up, then push down again, riding him.

  “There we go,” he says. “Go on. Ride me.”

  I nod and lean forward, pumping up and down slowly, letting him take my virginity inch by inch, stroke by stroke. I moan when he spanks my ass and pushes his hips up, forcing another inch of himself into my pussy. I speed up, and Tyson groans.

  “You’re so tight. I’ve never been in such a tight pussy,” he says. “You’re perfect, Anna. You’re perfect, and you’re mine.”

  “Yes,” I pant, going a little faster. I’m dripping, my wetness sliding down the sides of his shaft as I ride him with more and more certainty. “I’m yours,” I add in a whisper, then cry out as his cock rubs me just right, against the front of my pussy. I lean forward to strike that place again. I’ve never felt anything like it.

  “I’ll fuck you however I want, you know. Wherever I want,” he says, grasping my shoulders and pulling my left breast into his mouth. I cry out again, a wail of pleasure that I suspect can be heard from the street, but I don’t care. He grips my ass tighter, then fingers that entrance in a way that makes me want to scream from delight.

  “Yes,” I say, nodding.

  “Say it,” he orders, his mouth still on my nipple.

  “You’ll fuck me however you want. You’ll fuck me wherever you want. I’ll take it. I’ll take you,” I say in a ragged, desperate voice. “Tyson, I’m going to come.”

  “Come for me. Come for the first time with a cock in you, Anna,”

  He didn’t need to order me— it was going to happen no matter what. An orgasm shreds me body, and I feel my pussy tightening around Tyson’s cock, my body clenching as pleasure like I’ve never known before blinds me to the world. His mouth on my nipple, his cock buried in me— it’s all so much, and I collapse forward, trembling at the rush of sensations, sweating and shaking.

  Tyson pulses his cock in and out of me lightly as the orgasm fades, sucks my nipple a little more gently, holding me to him like I’m precious. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Are you alright?”

  “Mmhmm,” I say, not entirely able to form words. He’s still straining at my pussy, and even as the orgasm fades, it feels so amazing that I have trouble speaking.

  “You’re going to come again for me,” he says. “You’re going to come plenty more times tonight.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” I admit hazily as the world comes back into focus.

  “You can. I’ll make sure of it,” he says firmly, and then kisses my head. I don’t know how he does it, exactly, but he’s suddenly rolled me over, cock still in me, and is on top. I shudder as he begins to fuck me, stretching my pussy around him with each stroke. He takes my wrists and holds them over my head with one hand, so I can’t twist away— not that I would have, but I like knowing I can’t. I like knowing he meant it, earlier, when he said he’d fuck me however he wants. I arch my back against him as he drives deeper. Tyson begins to groan with each stroke.

  “Wrap your legs around me, Anna,” he says, and I obey, lifting my hips up and locking my legs around Tyson’s waist. The change gives him greater access, and I yelp as he explores a new area of my pussy. “I want to fuck you so hard. I want to pound you,” he says through gritted teeth.

  “Do it,” I plead.

  “Not yet. Not yet,” he says, fighting the need. “But I will. I’m going to train you to take me hard and fast. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” I gasp at his words. “Please. I want it.”

  “I know you do,” he says, and then lifts up, gripping under my torso as he does so. I’m sitting on his cock again, but now he’s sitting up too, and we’re face to face as he enters me, my legs still wrapped around him, my vision blurry from so many sensations. “I’m going to come in you, but we aren’t done, understand? I’m going to come in your pussy, but then I’m going to bend you over and take you from behind. But I’ve got to come in you, Anna.”

  I nod frantically, and squeeze him tightly with my legs. He moans, reaches down and feels the place where his cock is entering me. His fingers are immediately wet from the touch, and when he presses his pointer finger against my ass, the lubrication allows him to slide it in. I cry out in surprise and pleasure— I can’t believe I like this. I can’t believe I want his hands there, his mouth there, his cock there— his cock everywhere.<
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  Tyson suddenly groans loud and long, and a beat after he begins I feel his cock pulse in me as he comes hard and deep. I find myself wishing there wasn’t a condom between us— that he was filling me with his come the same way he’s filling me with his cock. He presses his finger deeper into my ass, and I lean forward to let him go deeper, which makes his cock throb yet harder as he comes in me. He slows his thrusting, then opens his eyes and looks into mine.

  “Perfect,” he says. “Absolutely perfect.”

  “I’m not a virgin anymore, though. Am I still perfect?” I ask, only half in jest.

  He kisses me deep and long. “Absolutely,” he says, the words pressed into my mouth. He lifts me off of his cock and eases me onto the blanket, then tugs the condom off. I give him a pleading look, and without words, he knows what I’m asking for; I roll toward him and he guides his cock to my mouth, wet with come that I lick off without hesitation. I never thought I’d do any of this, never thought I’d want any of this, but with Tyson I’m so confident, so sure of everything. He strokes my head as I suck him gently, waiting for the moment we’ve both recuperated enough to go on. He tastes like sex and sweat and him in a way that makes me wish I could take him wholly into my mouth, and the desire for more abates the delicate soreness I can already feel in my pussy.

  “Ready, sweetheart?” he asks. I nod with his cock still in my mouth, enjoying the way it feels against my tongue when I do so. “On your hands and knees.”

  I scramble to obey, glancing over my shoulder as I hear him rustling for a new condom. He then takes hold of my ass cheeks and spreads them lightly, looking at me in a way that, were it anyone else, would be humiliating— but I want Tyson to see me. I want him to see me from every angle he wants. He fingers my ass again for a moment, then reaches down and rubs my clit as he lines his cock up with my pussy.

  “Tell me what you want, Anna,” he says, pressed against my entrance.