by C. G Miller
When I got to the forbidden fruit, I stalled like a child looking at the big Christmas present under the tree with excitement that it had my name on it. My name was written all over her. She widened her legs giving me better access
Using my teeth, I softly ripped her panties from her hip letting them fall to see my gift. She was bare, her clit hid beneath her lips. I nudged around the outside at first making her hips rock wanting more as pleasurable gasps left her parted lips.
Her legs closed as if to push me away but, I could tell she couldn’t control it. The feeling was a new sensation that not even she knew how to react. Her skin was soft against my lips sending small electric jolts through my body. My body naturally reacted with my erection growing harder and I rocked my hips in sync with her movement to me nuzzling around her bud. As much as I wanted everything to do to her, I had to remind myself over and over that I needed to refrain from my own wants. Never in my life had a woman I hardly knew engulf me as much as she did.
I slowly licked her slit to part her lips to reveal her perfect hidden bud. Very gently, I sucked sending waves through her making her back arch, and she placed her foot on my shoulder. Her moans were a sweet melody that grew louder drowning out the music in the background. Her arms stayed stone as I brought a finger towards her opening teasing it, noticing how wet she was.
We were just getting started.
Slowly slipping a finger inside, she released a loud gasp that felt like she had been holding her breath the entire time. Looking up at her, her head was tilted back so she couldn’t see me. One arm moved above her head as the other pawed at my hair. I let her hips do the work rocking against me.
Her walls tightened around my finger signaling me she was getting close.
My sucking grew quicker and I inserted another finger. She became louder, with roughness her fingers entwined in my hair and her foot pushed back and forth on my shoulder riding the wave. At her peak, her legs began to twitch, and I grew harder thinking I would never get enough of her. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
Her whole body twitched as I gave her a little tooth to her bud. She had no idea what just happened bringing both hands to her face. Her legs twitched while she let out a laugh that sounded almost like a cry.
I wasn’t done.
I climbed up her body and grabbed both her wrists pinning them back so I could see how unraveled she was. I was wrong before. This was the most beautiful sight or maybe, I would start a list of favorites just for her. Her cheeks were flush, her dark eyes sparkled, her hair a mess as she lay beneath me staring into my eyes falling. She wouldn’t be able to get enough either.
Leaning down, I locked my lips with hers letting her taste herself. Kyle engulfed me more, her hips beginning to rock again. Her eagerness made me smile against her mouth, “Not yet Little One.”
I brushed my nose against hers before moving behind her. We laid there naked cuddling as her breathing returned to normal. I nuzzled my nose in her neck smelling the aroma of sex on her. It was enough to arouse me again, my erection on her backside.
Slowly sucking on her neck, I brought my hand to her front, rubbing her bud again. Before too long, she grabbed my hand and let her hips do the work. Her eyes were closed moving her neck backward arching it to the beat of her orgasm. Her face was flushed as she let go to pleasure. I watched in awe at the sight of herself letting go using me as her toy.
Trying to refrain from taking her now, I was beginning to lose the battle with myself.
Chapter 10 Kyle
Cree’s eyes smoldered as he observed me before kissing my neck. I could feel his thickness against me as he matched my rhythm. His hand gently wrapped around my neck pulling me in closer while my thrusts grew more fervent to find my release.
Coming down from the euphoric high of my orgasm, my body felt like jelly. My limbs were dead as I laid there satisfied. My mind was boggled not knowing which was which. I had this feeling of relief, ease, and joy but it came with weakness and tiredness.
On the other hand, I wanted to give him what he had just given me but, my body wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t make sense of anything but one feeling. The feeling of pure pleasure. There are so many variables and we hadn’t even had sex.
I let myself go with no care in the world putting my trust in Cree to handle my own inexperience with such care and delicacy. It was rather strange the more I thought about it.
A man and woman for whatever reason find themselves in love and most don’t even experience the true nature of one another. They fall to routine not realizing how special moments like I had just had could be. Then there is a woman like me that has been so scared of actually putting herself out there that they miss out on the pure bliss of the secret pleasures that life holds. Or, they get lost in that bliss not realizing the relationship is toxic or better yet, fall victim like my parents to the feeling of being numb.
Being in Cree’s arms, my mind would not be able to sort through all the new realizations I had come to. I felt as if he was a tomb holding me captive to my own pleasures. This was all just a game, a scenario, but this experience was just one that I wanted to hold on to forever and never let it go.
Sadness swept over me knowing, once Sunday came, I would go back home, and he would go back to giving other women experiences of a lifetime. He was not mine to keep and I was not his to hold. Which made me selfish and jealous of the future.
Lost in my head, Cree’s chest began to rise and fall in slumber as his breath warmed my neck. If this was over in just a few days, I would at least take it all in to keep the memory for my own tomb where I could lock away how peaceful this night for me had been.
Being very careful not to stir him, very snail like, I inched my way to face him. His hardness had melted away while he slept. His face had become tranquil. At that moment, I wanted to touch his face to admire all that he is. A beautiful mysterious man that I wanted everything to do with. Gazing down further, I took in his body art.
It really was a cluster of beautiful things that to me had no rhyme or reason. Some sort of fern traced his collar bone. On one peck, a beautiful skull angel was delicately placed with a feminine almost docile look of peace. The other peck was harder to see but I could make out a devilish skull with devil horns and part of a dangerous smile. Dark and light collided down his torso to Latin words that revealed an abyssal of a fight between good and evil.
All works of art are open to interpretation. My interpretation of him was that he felt pinned down, restricted by how he hides in the dark but really wants the light to win.
Moving my eyes to his arm that rested over my torso, it was shaded dark with a hunched over skeleton attached to a ball and chain at his foot reaching down to another skeleton that laid lifeless beneath it. The feeling of loneliness overtook me as I stared further at the torn expression of the skeleton looking down.
I felt the need to hug him, pull him close to feel like no matter how fake we were, I needed him to know that he mattered, and I cared.
Lifting my legs up, I felt the soreness between them.
I needed stamina.
Carefully, I lifted Cree’s arm from my torso, gently setting it behind my back. I slowly moved my legs to hang off the couch and in a swift movement, I let my body follow as I rolled to the ground making a loud thump. My eyes shot open with the sound and I looked to see Cree still calm in slumber. I let out a breath and brought myself to a stance.
On wobbly legs, I managed to get to the kitchen using the counter to hold my balance. The fridge door opened smoothly letting me search the contents noiseless. The fridge was mostly bare except for some orange juice, water, fruits, and veggies.
Grabbing the orange juice and a yellow nectarine, I placed the items on the counter leaving the fridge open. I checked to make sure Cree was still sleeping and I chugged the juice from the bottle. After a few gulps, I felt more refreshed. For more sustenance, biting down on the nectarine, the juices dripped down my chin making me a sticky mes
s.
My strength returning, I felt more promiscuous as I placed the juice back, throwing the pit in the trash I then snatched another nectarine. Cree had moved to his back taking up the whole couch.
Perfect.
I sat on top of him letting our naked sex entwine. His eyes began to open as I took a chunk out of the nectarine letting the juices fall down my chin onto his stomach. His dark eyes were surprised watching me with curiosity. His hands caressed up my thigh, gripping my hips.
Giving him a seductive smile, I bit another piece off the nectarine. The juices were even more as they fell to his stomach. His lips parted and his sex hardened. I continued to gaze at him sucking on what little juices were left in the nectarine.
Playing with fire, I brought my lips to his torso and licked up the fallen drops of sweet juice. Using my tongue, it was like I was sucking on a popsicle. His hips tensed beneath me. Reacting to him, I lifted myself to help him readjust continuing my way up to his mouth.
I kissed him passionately letting him taste the sweet fruit. He rocked against me wanting access to my forbidden fruit as I continued to tease him with my mouth. Pulling away from him, I felt like a dirty slut as I bit my bottom lip. But, this was far from dirty.
Lifting my hips, I guided his member to my entrance.
I was ready for him.
I was in control.
My wetness made it easy to slide onto him. He let out a moan as my breath hitched while he broke all my walls once I was planted on him. The feeling felt of burning and coolness as I began to rock letting the feeling turn into pure bliss. Cree’s hips met mine as we lost ourselves in each other.
The connection felt deep gazing into each other’s eyes. Bringing himself to a sitting position, I continued to move while he deeply kissed me. My hips picked up speed to chase the orgasm that was so close. I wrapped my arms around his neck, breaking the kiss letting my face fall to his shoulder as I rode the wave. I couldn’t help it; I needed more grip. It was like instinct to bite down on his shoulder to muffle the shrieking moan escaping my lips. He pumped harder as my body shook with ragged breathing.
Bringing his hand to my neck, he pushed me back so he could see how unraveled I was on top of him and with a few more pumps, he grabbed the back of my head hard bringing it to his mouth as I caught his final breathless moans of his own release.
Our foreheads rested against each other trying to catch our breaths. There were no words to speak. I thought of how we looked in our most ravenous state. We were bound by a fake game to fuck. But, we didn’t just fuck, we didn’t make passionate love. It was sweet dirty love that was enough to make me forget the games, the X-Perience and everything else around me. It was him and I, beating to our own fucked up sense of what our bodies can offer each other.
He stood, bent down, and lifted me gently into his arms. He walked up some stairs to a massive bedroom where he eased me onto the bed. Hovering over me, he kissed my cheek with a smile on his face.
“You’re so eager my Little One. You surprised me tonight, but tomorrow, it’s my turn. Sweet dreams.”
I felt the bed dip, and his body came close to mine. He wrapped me tightly in his arms letting his warm breath hit my neck. A smile on my face, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
Chapter 11 Cree
The sun peeked through the blind hitting my eyes just right making me wince with a low groan as I stretched in bed. My sleep was deep and much needed but, I owed that to the slim frame beside me.
Turning my head towards her, she was curled up in a ball with the sheets twisted around her legs showing some of her thigh while her arms curled up under her head. Moving closer to her, her breathing was calm, deep in a relaxing slumber.
Kyle had me spinning when she took control last night with her confident approach to get her way. And, I let her. I let her strip me bare when I let her take the reins I so carefully hold on tight to. It did bother me but, I felt released of a restricting force that had kept me tied to one place in my own mind.
She was changing me, and I couldn’t understand how. I could feel the fear slowly seeping to the surface of my mind. Kyle was unaware of my dark fantasies. She was oblivious to just how bad I could be and for once in my life I was scared by my own dark desires for what it would do to her if she ever found out. But, I reminded myself this was a one-time thing. She had got what she wanted, I had proven to be a gentleman and had about twenty-four hours before I had let go of this act.
How changed would I feel after she had gone?
Would I miss her?
I wasn’t sure yet how big of an impact she would have on my black heart but, I knew, deep down, it might be significant.
I went about the early morning taking Chula out, getting her fed, and then a refreshing glass of orange juice. Climbing back up the stairs, Kyle was still soundly sleeping as I walked past her to the bathroom to shower. I paused at the sight of her naked skin calling my name. As I walked closer, I spotted a birthmark just below her butt. It was her own marking making me smile wanting no one else to see it. Only me.
My dick was hard making me lean closer to waking her up with me inside her. I settled for a kiss to her birthmark knowing she had to be sore.
Sex was most likely the last thing on her mind. I didn’t want to see her wince in pain because of me. I turned the water cooler to ride out the pain to diminish my hard on.
With a deep exhale, I dried my body while walking to the mirror. My face was aging, but the lines were faint, probably because I hadn’t used as many expressions as I had in the last thirty-two years of my life than I had in the last day with Kyle. I styled my hair, put on some deodorant, cologne, placed my silver chain around my neck, and then dressed in a white t-shirt and black jeans. We had done reserved and classical yesterday. Today we were going to be casual.
Kyle had rolled onto her back revealing her bare breasts as the sheet clung to her hips and one arm over her eyes. She looked stunning all unkempt in my bed making me not want to disturb her. Bending down over her, I placed a kiss to her cheek.
She didn’t move an inch. I pushed her over a bit to sit beside her. Placing my arm over her hip to turn her back towards me, an agitated groan left her lips.
“C’mon Little One. Time to wake up.” I said softly patting her behind.
Another more irritated groan escaped her mouth. I was a patient man, but my time with her was dwindling and I didn’t want to waste another minute. Leaning down close to her ear I whispered, “You better get up and get in the shower before I remind you of the soreness between your legs.” I sucked her earlobe. She reacted instantly rolling over to catch my lips with hers. Her hips slightly bucked ready for me.
Smiling against her lips, “Little One, I have plans for you today. As much as I want to bury myself deep inside you, we have a long morning. Come on, get in my shower.”
Her eyes were fierce filled with lust, but she settled for a kiss to my lips before strolling into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Kyle was teasing me, making me curious to watch her. As my hand went to open the door, the lock clicked. I shook my head and thought the dirty girl was testing me.
Retrieving my phone from the kitchen counter I had two missed calls from Eve, three texts from Eve and the woman was on my last nerve. She never bothers me when I am with a companion.
Why now?
Her texts were just what I expected. She was curious if I had Kyle hooked, if she would stick around. Eve had a quota she liked to meet and the more bodies she had signed up, the more green went into her bank. I made a note in my calendar that once Kyle left, I would buy out her membership. She would never use it again because I could never let her be with any other companion. My selfish dominance over her would become an obstacle but, justifying it with buying her out meant I wouldn’t have to see her with any other companion in the future.
I sent a text to my assistant to retrieve Kyle’s things from the hotel. She had replied with a confused emoji but, it was none of her busi
ness that Kyle would stay the rest of the weekend with me so I could ravish her as I pleased. Now I had to call Eve, the big boss. I was agitated dialing the number, each button I pressed with force.
“Cree!” Eve burst into excitement. “I’ve been waiting for your call anxiously. So, how is it going?”
“Eve, you have never been so determined when it came to my companions. So, why now?” I was stern.
“Cree..” she hesitated, “Most of your companions leave in a body bag. This is the first one in how long that will be going home safely? Should I not worry about my future investments? Come on Cree you know better. Now tell me, is she going to stick around and take full advantage of The X-Perience?”
Eve had me there. It had been a long time where I had a companion that went home alive. I could see why she was so invested but Kyle was a small fish trying to play in a big pond. If anything, The X-Perience would bankrupt her. My mind was already set, she wasn’t ever coming back to fulfill fantasies that didn’t involve me.
“Eve, she’s not rich. She's a little fish. I’ll be buying out her contract, so you can just forget about her.” I smoke smoothly playing it off like it was no big deal.
Eve exhaled a gasp lost for words before popping in, “That would be against policy Cree. The answer is no! She will pay her fees and after a year, I will make her rich turning her into a companion.” The call ended. It made even more sense now. She wanted to add her to the list of companions. I was determined not to ever let that happen. There are no last words when dealing with Eve. Her word is God. Me stepping on her toes would put a tension between us but it was worth it as long as Kyle disappeared putting this all behind her.
My blood was boiling with Eve’s insinuations. I was adamant that it would not happen. She would not turn Kyle dark. Her heart would not so much get a faint line of the evil we oblige to others.
