by Cameron Hart
“Jesus, your curves, this thick, juicy ass of yours. God…” He presses me further into him and rubs me up and down his hard shaft, threatening to bust through his jeans.
“You feel that, sweetheart? Feel how fucking turned on I am right now? That’s all you.”
He kisses up my neck and nips the shell of my ear. I’m putty in his hands. He can do whatever he wants to me. I’m his. I’m pretty sure if it weren’t for his one hand holding my wrists and the other cupping my ass, I’d be a melted pile of wanton need on the floor right now.
“It’s not just your tight, curvy body, though, Kennedy. It’s how your mind works,” he says before kissing my temple.
“It’s that sassy mouth of yours,” he says, taking my lips for a quick but deep kiss.
“It’s your passion, your anger, your determination.” He kisses my forehead, cheeks, and nose.
Then he pulls back and looks at me, those blue eyes begging me to see what he sees in me.
“I am going to make you feel so good, baby. Then maybe you will understand you’re not just enough. You’re everything.”
He kisses me then, dropping my wrists so that he can wrap his arms around my waist and lift me up off of the ground. I loop my arms around his neck and kiss him back, our tongues warring against one another.
“I’m sure,” I pant in between breaths. “I’m sure about this. I need to feel you, Slash. Need to feel you from the inside out.”
“Fuck,” he grunts.
We’re kissing and touching and squeezing and rubbing, and somehow in the haze of need and lust, we’re in his bedroom. I’m naked on his bed, with barely a memory of how I got there. Slash is standing at the foot of the bed, bare in all of his toned and muscled glory. He’s perfection and I’m… me.
I’ve never been overly self-conscience of my body but being next to him definitely makes me feel inadequate. I fight the urge to cover myself up. I’ve had sex before, but always in the dark. Always under the blankets. My one and only boyfriend, the only person I’ve had sex with, was all about covering us up and getting what he wanted from me.
But this is different. So different. I feel like a fucking virgin, laid out before slash with all of the lights on. I know he can see me. All of me. And I find that I want to be seen.
“Fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he says, his voice straining with the effort of holding himself back. Something about that melts my heart a little. The fact that he wants to pounce and pound into me, and yet he’s taking time to make sure I feel special. God, he’s unexpectedly sweet and tender, and I think I’m falling for him.
Pushing that terrifying thought away, I sit up on my elbows as Slash crawls up the bed.
“I’m going to lick every inch of your perfect body,” he tells me, never breaking eye contact.
His lips are on mine, his tongue exploring my depths, licking and tasting and owning my mouth. Then he breaks for air, leaving me panting and moaning. Slash blazes a trail of kisses over my jaw and down my neck. I feel his teeth sink into my shoulder before he kisses away the sting. His lips continue their journey to my chest, where I feel his tongue lap at one of my nipples.
“Oh!” I cry out at the unexpected sensation.
Slash chuckles and then sucks the whole thing into his mouth, causing my back to bow off the bed. He moans around my breast, the vibrations spreading across my chest and down to my clit. Slash pops off my tit and gives the same attention to the other before licking and kissing the valley between my breasts.
And then he kisses lower.
And lower.
I’ve been so lost in the way he’s working me up with just his mouth, I don’t even realize what he’s doing until he gets to my hips, biting and sucking one hip bone and then the other. He buries his nose in my closely cropped curls and inhales me.
I jump at the realization of what’s happening.
“Oh… Um, you don’t have to do that,” I say, utterly embarrassed that he’s even looking at my pussy up close.
Slash grins that stupid sexy grin of his. “What, you think you’re not worth the effort?”
I don’t know what to say to that. “Not really,” I whisper, honestly. His eyes flash with such intensity. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was angry.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow, baby girl. From my cock, my teeth, my fingers. No part of you isn’t going to feel my attention, all my fucking effort.”
Before I can respond, Slash spreads my pussy lips with his thumbs and licks me with the flat of his tongue.
“Slash!” I moan, surprised by the intensity of what I’m feeling. I’ve never been noisy in bed, but I guess I’ve also never experienced true pleasure at the hands of another. His soft, wet tongue laps at me, dipping into my entrance and scooping out my arousal. When he gets to my clit, he licks me slowly at first, making me twist and writhe with just the tip of his tongue.
He looks up at me from between my legs, the sight causing me to gush even more for him.
“Fucking delicious. Best pussy I’ve ever had,” he grunts, starting me down.
Then he gets back to work, doubling his efforts. He guides one leg over his shoulder, and then the other. I feel his hands slide under my ass, pulling me closer, till he’s suffocating on my cunt. All of my embarrassment from earlier is gone, completely destroyed, replaced with the need to cum.
Slash sucks on my outer lips, nipping and kissing in a frenzy of need. He growls into my folds and then spears his tongue inside of me. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him deeper. He obliges, somehow able to curl his tongue up and find spots in me I didn’t know existed. I feel his nose swirl around my clit while he fucks me with his tongue.
I’m a moaning, trembling mess, desire searing through my body as he concentrates solely on my pleasure. He replaces his tongue with his finger, slowly thrusting in and out while he tries to catch his breath.
“I wish I didn’t need the oxygen, baby,” he says, causing me to grin. “I want to stay down there all fucking night.”
Slash works a second finger in my little hole, and he groans, twisting his fingers.
“Oh god, ohmygod,” I whisper.
“So fucking tight. Can’t wait to stick my cock inside this perfect little pussy and stretch it out.”
“Yes,” I say breathily, wanting that more than anything.
His fingers continue to pump in and out of me as his tongue bats around my little ball of nerves. Each swipe of his talented tongue winds me up higher and higher. I feel my orgasm threatening to take my body captive. Some part of me still wants to maintain control, to curb this wild, explosive energy coursing through my veins.
My legs shake with the effort of holding it in, suppressing the sudden need to scream his name. I drop my hands from his head and fist the sheets. My body moves on its own, bucking against his mouth. He grunts, sucking my clit into his mouth and curling his fingers up.
I snap.
One hand comes up to cover my mouth as my orgasm rips through me, stealing my breath and making me convulse as he continues to lick me up and down. I feel his fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling my hand away from my mouth.
“I want to hear your sounds, baby girl. Want you to scream my name while I make this pussy cum.”
I bite my lips, still needed to hold back, maintain some sort of control.
Slash quirks up an eyebrow, almost in challenge.
He doesn’t let me recover at all before his tongue finds my clit again, stroking and nipping and driving me wild. I’m right on the edge again, teetering on the precipice, unsure I’ll be able to handle another orgasm.
Not that Slash lets me have any choice in the matter. He twists his fingers and bites down on my already sensitive clit, throwing me off the dangerous cliff into an ocean of pleasure. Each wave carries me higher and higher, and then drops me down, down, down, till I’m drowning in ecstasy.
My body is limp and spent as Slash crawls his way up my body and kisses me, letting me taste myse
lf on his lips. I fucking love it. I lick myself off of his chin and nose.
“Jesus, sweetheart. You like that? Like tasting your delicious cream off me?”
“Mmm, yeah… so good.”
“Fucking hell. You’re perfect. My dirty girl,” he growls before kissing me again. I’ve never thought of myself as a dirty girl, never even wanted that title, but hearing Slash say it makes me wet all over again, a new wave of arousal prickling my skin and making me needy all over again.
He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom, ripping it open with his mouth. I take it from him and roll it on his enormous cock. Slash hisses at the contact, throwing his head back.
“Kennedy,” he groans. “Baby, you already feel so damn good, just that one touch. Fuck. I need to be inside of you. Are you with me? Do you still want that?”
I love the alpha side of him, the demanding, gruff part that takes what he wants. But knowing he wants my permission, needs me to tell him what I want, makes me fall for him even harder.
“I want that. I want you. Please, fuck me.”
I reach out and pull him down for a kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue both of us gnashing and punishing each other for waiting so long to do this.
“Spread your legs wide for me, baby girl. Let me in. Let me into that tight, hot pussy.”
I do as he says, and he settles himself between my legs, lining his huge cock up with my entrance. Slash surges forward in one hard thrust, making me throw my head back and dig my nails into his shoulders. It hurts so good, the way he’s stretching me, breaking me, and blanketing me in unbelievable pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, Kennedy, holy fucking Christ,” he groans. “You feel better than I imagined.”
I wrap my legs around him and buck my hips. Slash growls and pulls almost all of the way out before slamming into me again and again. He sets a relentless pace, the need in both of us too strong to deny.
I lean up for a kiss and he readily complies. We kiss and fuck like we’re on fire, our skin slapping together as sweat drips and mingles.
My ankles lock behind Slash’s back and he takes the hint, hitting me so deep, so good, grinding down and filling me up with his thickness. I claw at his back, causing him to growl and piston in and out of me with renewed strength.
“So. Fucking. Good.” Slash grunts in between thrusts.
I nod and whimper, wanting to cry out but not knowing how.
“I feel you, Kennedy. Feel this pussy flutter and pulse. You want to let go, so do it. Fucking do it, baby. Let go for me.”
I shake my head, almost afraid of the orgasm he’s coaxing out of me. My mind and body are at war once again as I meet him thrust for thrust.
Slash leans down and bites at one nipple and then the other, pulling a moan out from deep in my chest.
“Again,” he demands, sucking one breast in his mouth completely.
I moan again for him, louder this time. He licks a bead of sweat from between my breasts before sucking on my other tit and nibbling my nipple. Slash reaches down and finds my clit, rolling it in between his fingers. I cry out and try to twist away from his hand, the sensations all too much.
“Take it, Kennedy. Take what I give you. Cum for me, sweetheart. Let go.”
“I… Oh, god, I…”
So close, I’m so close. I feel myself breaking open, gushing and pulsing and preparing for what is sure to be a life-altering orgasm.
“I can’t… I can’t… oh fuck, I can’t hold on…” I whimper, my voice getting higher and higher, breaking at the end.
“Then let go. I’ve got you, baby. I want to hear you scream for me. I’ve got you. Let go.” I want to, I do, I really want to. “Fucking let go,” Slash roars.
So, I do.
I jerk and scream and convulse in his arms, my pussy squeezing and releasing around his hard cock.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl, so fucking it. You’re beautiful, shit.”
He fucks me right through my orgasm, never letting up. I cry out again, grabbing onto his biceps and curling my fingers in till my nails bite his skin. I need something to anchor me, to make sure I’ll eventually be able to come back from this other plane of existence he’s just sent me to.
“Slash, Slash, Slash,” I moan, saying his name over and over again like a prayer, like a spell, like it’s the only word I know.
“Yeah, fuck yeah, give it to me, Kennedy. One more, give me one more.”
In one fluid motion, he flips us around so I’m on top of him.
“Ride my fat cock, baby girl. Show me what you can do.”
I’ve never done this before, but my body takes over as I lift myself up on my knees and drop my body back down on him, impaling myself on his dick. We both moan at the contact.
“God, you’re so deep like this,” I tell him, not sure where the words are coming from, just knowing I need to say them.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Fucking incredible.”
I spread my hands out over his chest to give me better leverage as I bounce up and down. Slash’s hands glide up my thighs and rest on my hips helping me find my rhythm. I grind down, angling him just where I want him, and then lift up, squeezing my pussy around his dick, earning me a grunt each time.
“I’m close sweetheart. I’m not going to last much longer.” He sounds pained with the effort of holding back.
I feel his hands slide up my sides and around to my breasts, cupping one in each hand. He kneads the soft flesh and tweaks my nipples, sending a spike of pleasure straight to my clit. I ride him faster, harder, wanting both of us to cum together.
My legs shake, my movements become jerky as I start to lose control. Slash grips my hips again, harder this time, hard enough to bruise. I welcome his marks. He holds me still as he fucks up into me, stuffing me full of his cock and hitting my g-spot every time.
My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I’m instantly drawn under.
I’m vaguely aware of a guttural, primal noise escaping my throat, or maybe it’s Slash. I collapse on top of him, a sweaty and shaking mess. He’s still pumping into me, lazily, draining us both of the last of our pleasure. I feel his arms go around me, holding me close. I didn’t realize I needed that too, needed his tenderness after such an intense, almost violent orgasm.
It’s like he knows I need him to hold me together after he broke me apart.
“I’ve got you, baby girl. I’ve got you,” he whispers into my hair.
Eventually, he rolls us on our sides and slips out of me. Slash walks to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and he comes back with a washcloth to clean me up. It’s another unexpectedly sweet gesture from the cocky, confident, Greek god of a man. So different from the guy I met two weeks ago.
He tosses the washcloth aside and bends down to kiss me gently. Slash finds the blankets that were tossed aside in the heat of our passion and pulls them over me before climbing into bed himself and curling his large body over mine, spooning me from behind.
He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me in closer, kissing the back of my neck and nuzzling his nose there.
“That was amazing, Kennedy. So perfect.”
“Mmmhmm,” I nod. I can’t really form words for what we just shared.
“Are you ok? I was rough with you.” I can hear the concern in his voice.
I roll over in his arms so we’re face to face. Cupping his cheek with one hand, I place a sweet kiss on his lips.
“I’m good, Slash. So good. I didn’t know it could be like that,” I tell him honestly.
“Me neither,” he whispers, looking into my eyes meaningfully. I have no idea what he means by that. I know he’s been with a lot of other women, though I’m trying not to think about that right now. But, fuck, what does that make me? Just another one of the brainless bimbos who fell into bed with him? What does this mean to him?
Slash kisses my forehead, easing some of my worries.
“Baby, stop thinking so hard. This is perfect, yeah? You and me?” I
t’s an oddly vulnerable thing for him to say.
I nod.
“Then nothing else matters. No one else matters. I’ve never had this connection with anyone before, never wanted to let anyone in before.”
“But you want that with me?”
“Fuck yeah. I told you, I want everything with you.”
I stare at him in confusion for a minute. Who is this man in my arms right now? Did I somehow fuck him into a completely different personality?
Slash grins, like maybe he can tell what I’m thinking.
“Just get some rest, sweetheart. I’ll prove to you I want this. I want you. Not just for tonight, okay?”
“Okay…” I nod slowly.
He gives me a soft smile and kisses me again before tucking my head into his chest. I drift off to the feeling of his fingers running through my hair. No one has ever played with my hair before, and I find that I like the calming gesture. Actually, I find that I like everything Slash does to me.
Chapter 10
Slash
I look over at the clock on my nightstand. It reads 8:30am. I smile to myself, thinking this is the best sleep I’ve gotten in a long damn time, no doubt thanks to Kennedy. I roll over and look at the fucking goddess sleeping soundly next to me. I cover her back with my front, wanting as much of my skin touching hers as possible.
I knew things would be explosive between us but… goddamn. I still feel the marks she left on my back and biceps, clawing me in the midst of her climax, holding on to me for dear life. Fuck. I don’t know what kind of experiences she had before me, but she somehow got it into her head that she shouldn’t show her pleasure, that she should keep it quiet and contained. Yeah, fuck that shit.
When I finally pushed her passed whatever bullshit lies were holding her back, she opened up for me, letting me see and feel all of her desire. Truly, it was the greatest accomplishment of my life to hear her screaming my name over and over. I’m painfully hard just thinking about it.
Kennedy stirs next to me, as if sensing my need. She looks over her shoulder and opens one eye, but then shuts it immediately.
“Last night really happened?” She whispers.
