by Shay Savage
“Oh, that was lovely,” I say as I push my jeans off my legs and discard them to the side. I push her legs back together and then crawl up her body. I straddle her chest, keeping my weight on my knees as I hold my cock in front of her.
Kas stares at it and then looks up at me, eyes wide but mouth closed.
“You’re going to suck my cock now. How do you feel about that?”
“I don’t know,” Kas says. “I’ve never done that.”
“How do you feel about it?” I repeat the words, narrowing my eyes slightly.
“I’d like to try.”
“Good. Thinking about your wet mouth taking my cock has been on my mind for a while now.”
“I’m not sure what to do.”
“I’m going to put my cock in your mouth.” I give her a big smile. “After that, you can do whatever you want with it as long as teeth aren’t involved.”
Kas takes a deep breath and then nods.
“Can you snap your fingers?” I ask.
“Yes.” Kas gives me a demonstration.
“Good.” I run my hand from the base of my cock to the tip and then back again. “If it’s too much, or you decide you want me to stop, snap your fingers.”
“Okay.”
“Ready?” I’m having difficulty holding back. All I really want is to grab her and shove my cock down her throat, but I won’t do that. Instead, I stare at her—my willpower fully engaged—waiting for a response.
Kas licks her lips and stares at the head of my dick dangling in front of her. I feel her chest rise and fall beneath me as she takes a few deep breaths and then nods. I move forward slowly as Kas opens her mouth.
Oh God, yes…
When the tip of her tongue touches the head of my cock, I tense to maintain control. When she wraps her lips around it, I nearly lose it anyway.
I took Kas at her word when she said she’d never done this before, but now I’m having trouble believing it. She looks up at me as she sucks my cock into her mouth, bringing it in as far as she can before she gags. The adoring look in her eyes is just as good as the feeling of her warm, wet mouth.
“Jesus, Kas.” I let out a slow breath. “You’re going to make me come in your mouth.”
Her eyes widen, and she backs off a little.
“I’m not going to do that,” I tell her. “Not this time, anyway.”
She relaxes, and I wrap my fingers back into her hair, gently directing the pace as she sucks and licks me. She keeps eyes contact the whole time, and I know I’m not going to last if I let her keep going, so I pull out of her mouth far too soon.
I look down at her as she licks her lips and breathes quickly. I shake my head slightly, and she frowns.
“Was that okay?” she asks.
“Far more than just okay,” I reply. “For someone who says she hasn’t done this before, that was amazing.”
“I watched a video,” she says with an embarrassed laugh.
“God bless YouTube,” I mutter. I reach down and stroke the side of her face before shifting back enough to allow me to lean over and press my mouth to hers.
She receives the kiss hesitantly but soon relaxes and runs her tongue over mine. She moans and pushes up as much as she can as I reach down and run my thumb over her nipple. The angle has my cock pressed between her legs again, and I consider just ripping her panties off so I can get down to it.
I back away and take a deep breath, trying to figure out why I’m having such a difficult time keeping my desires in check. It’s not a problem I usually have, but I want her more than I’ve wanted anyone in a long time.
I reach over and grab the handle of my backpack, pulling it close enough to shove my hand down inside and search around for a condom. I pull it out and quickly rip open the wrapper.
“You really do have everything in there, don’t you?” Kas snickers, and I grin back at her.
“Everything important.”
I stare into her eyes as I slide the condom over my cock. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I can see her thighs clenching as well. As much as I want to get right down to it, I want her to come first, and I want her on the edge for a bit before that.
I stroke my cock a few times, still watching her.
“You want this?” I ask, sliding the tip up and down her pussy. I pause at the entrance, pushing just enough to feel that I’m in the right spot, but not actually penetrating.
“Please.” Kas nods quickly. “Please, do it.”
“Do what?” I ask innocently as Kas blushes. “What do you want, slut?”
“You know.” She looks away as she wriggles around a bit more.
“I want you to say it. I want you to admit how bad you want my cock in you and what a little slut you are.”
“Please, Cree. I’m a slut, and I want you to put your cock in me.”
“So eager.” I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Not yet, beautiful little slut. I want to hear you scream my name first.”
Kas tilts her head back, groaning in frustration as her hands tighten into fists. I revel in the sound. I rub the head of my dick over her pussy a few more times, then stroke her stomach, thighs, sides, hips, breasts…everywhere except where she wants it.
I lean forward, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. I move to the other one, licking and sucking as I tease her skin with my fingertips. Kas shivers, moans, and tries to reach for me with her hands, but of course, they aren’t going anywhere.
I kiss between her breasts, then run my tongue down the middle of her body. I lick her navel and then head down a little more. I stroke her thighs, pulling at the ropes as I go. She gasps as I put more tension on the jute, and her thighs shake a little. I wrap my arms underneath her legs and grip her ass with my fingers.
I pause, looking up at her. Kas’s eyes are closed tightly, and she’s biting her lip hard enough I’m afraid she’ll draw blood. Her hair is splayed out around her in a beautiful, tangled mess. I smile as I press my fingers into the flesh of her ass and bring her pussy closer to me, placing quick kisses on the inside of her thighs.
Kas gasps as I pull the crotch of her panties to the side and then run my tongue up her slit. I nuzzle the sensitive spot at the top with my nose as I run my thumb up the sides. Finally, I reach her clit and swirl the tip of my tongue around it.
Apparently, I’d done too good a job with the teasing.
As soon as my tongue touches her sensitive spot, Kas quivers and shakes, mumbling unintelligibly as her thighs clench around my head. I press the flat of my tongue against her clit, holding it there until I feel her muscles relax again. I pull back and glance at her, eyes still closed and breathing rapidly. I slide my hands up her sides, cup her breasts, and kneel between her legs, still holding the crotch of her panties off to the side.
Without a word of warning, I slam into her, burying myself completely.
Chapter 10—Kas
This is absolutely nothing like the experiences I’ve had before.
Cree kept me at the edge of orgasm for so long, I’ve lost track of time. I barely know where I am any more. It’s possible that if someone were to ask me my name right now, I might have difficulty answering.
Cree lives up to his promises.
He alternates from a slow, steady pace that leaves me lightheaded with the sensations running through my body to a relentless pounding that makes my head spin with the sheer ferocity of each stroke. He slows. He quickens. He pounds and pounds and pounds.
And now he’s spun me onto my stomach again, my breath faltering in anticipation of his next move. I’m completely helpless below him, and the thought is exhilarating.
“You like getting fucked hard, little slut?” Cree reaches up and grabs the hair at the back of my head, pulling me off the floor. “You wanted my cock so bad, and you haven’t even thanked me yet.”
He releases my hair. A moment later, I feel a sharp sting on my ass.
“Thank you!” I scream as he smacks me again.
> “You love my cock, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?” Another slap.
“I love your cock! I love getting fucked by your cock!”
“Yeah, you do.” He grasps the rope at the small of my back and flips me over. He presses my knees up to my chest and slams into me even harder.
I’m dizzy, hyperventilating, and covered in sweat as I cry out over and over again. My body quivers, and I wonder just how much more of this I can take. Eyes squeezed shut, I pull against the ropes around my wrists until they tighten enough to be slightly painful, but at least I have some leverage. I push against him, trying to match the now furious pace, but I can’t keep up.
“Oh, shit…Kas…”
I dare to open my eyes and look up at him. His eyes are closed, his face tilted toward the ceiling, and his jaw is clenched. His knuckles have gone white as he grips the ropes around my waist and pulls them toward him, still thrusting. He lets out a long groan as his body quakes.
A moment later, he releases my legs. They flop to the floor as if they have no muscles at all, and Cree drops on top of me.
For the first time, I wish my hands weren’t bound. I want to wrap my arms around him, and I can’t. I let out a whimper of frustration, and Cree reaches up to loosen the ropes around my wrists. He slips the loops over my hands and rubs my wrist lightly as he slowly brings each arm down, massaging my shoulders as he does.
As soon as I’m able, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. I have to fight back tears, and I feel like a complete idiot again. Who cries after sex?
Cree doesn’t seem to notice as I take a few deep breaths to calm myself. He just holds me in his arms for a few moments before he pulls back and rolls off of me, leaving me cold.
“Don’t go!” My cry sounds desperate, and I feel like a moron again.
“Just give me a sec to recover,” Cree says with a chuckle. He places his fingers at the base of his cock and carefully removes the condom. He ties it in a knot before tossing it to the side. “Don’t let me forget that’s there.”
“I’ll try,” I reply. “I’m not sure my head is working at the moment though.”
“Good.” Cree kneels beside me, just barely on the towel. He takes a long breath before reaching over me and quickly loosening the ropes around my body. Wordlessly, he turns me this way and that until all the ropes have been removed, and I feel even more naked than I am.
Cree pulls me into a sitting position before he leans against the back wall and coaxes me into his lap. The entire area between my legs feels raw and overstimulated, yet I can’t help but notice his cock against my ass as I sit down.
“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly as he begins to massage my shoulders, arms, and legs.
“Worn out,” I say with a short laugh.
“Is that good?”
“Yes.” I lean my head against his shoulder. “Very good.”
“I’m glad to hear it, then.” He continues rubbing my skin for a while and then wraps his arms around me.
The air around us is cold, but his body heat is enough to sustain me for now. My head is still in a fog, and I close my eyes as I listen to the sound of his heart beating. It seems faster than what would be considered normal. I try to count the beats and compare them with my own, but I can still barely think. Even reeling off numbers has become a chore. I give up and switch my focus to the warmth of his embrace.
I wake up with a start, not even realizing I had dozed off. We’re lying down now, our bodies entwined as Cree strokes my back and neck.
“Shh,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep.”
“What time is it?” I ask.
“I have no idea,” Cree says. “It’s still dark, but the rain seems to have finally stopped. I haven’t tried my phone yet.”
We separate just long enough for both of us to determine there is still no phone service and then curl back into each other’s arms.
“How high is the water?” I ask. I feel a familiar chill in my skin when I think about it. I’m tempted to go look over the edge, but if I actually see the water, I’m not sure I’d be able to ward off a panic attack.
“Not high enough to reach us,” Cree says simply. When I don’t respond, he asks, “Do you want me to check?”
I nod, and Cree moves to the edge of the rails to look over.
“It’s high,” he says, “but still several feet from up here.”
“So, we’re okay?”
“I’d say we are, yes.” Cree leans over the rail a bit, causing my heart rate to increase. “I’m impressed with the security lighting. I can still see the floor lights under the water, so they haven’t shorted out.”
“I guess that’s good.”
“It’s better than being in the dark.”
“True.”
“You should try to get more sleep,” Cree says as he comes back to sit beside me.
“I’m not sure I can.” I glance over at the railing, wondering if he might have lied to me just to keep me sane.
“If you stay awake, I’m going to fuck you again.”
All thoughts of rising water leave my head, replaced by the memory of his cock inside of me. I shiver.
“Is that supposed to be a deterrent?” I ask.
“Such a slut.” Cree grins mischievously. “Get those panties off and get on your knees.”
I scramble to comply, my heart already beating hard. Cree moves in behind me, and I hear the tear of the condom wrapper right before he reaches around and grabs the back of my neck, pushing my head to the floor.
“Spread those fucking legs,” he says harshly. “You’re going to get fucked hard, and you’re going to like it.”
I feel the tip of his cock between my legs, and a second later he’s inside me again. No teasing, no rope. He grunts as he pulls back and slams forward again, and I cry out.
Cree slows his pace and then stops. I feel empty as he pulls out of me and turns me around, laying me on my back. He hovers over me, reaches out, and lays his palm on the side of my face.
“If you want this to stop, just say ‘red.’”
“Red?”
“It’s one syllable and easy to remember.”
“Okay.” I frown a little. “Am I going to need it?”
“Maybe.” His expression is strange. I can’t identify the emotion behind it, but he definitely seems worried. “If you say ‘no’ or ‘stop,’ I’m going to keep going. If you say ‘red,’ I’ll stop immediately. No questions. You understand?”
“All right, Cree. I understand.”
“Do you?” The worried look is back.
“Yes.” I try to sound confident, but the look on his face has me concerned. I don’t understand why he’s stressing a safeword now when it hadn’t been an issue before.
He nods slightly and then his expression changes.
His eyes go dark. His brows come together as he narrows his eyes at me and slides his hand from my face to my throat. He leans over, squeezing slightly but not constricting my airflow. I reach up to place my hands on his shoulders, but he gathers both of my wrists and slams my hands against the floor above my head.
“You’ve wanted this for a while,” he says, growling into my ear. “You know you have, you slut. You want it, and you’re going to get it no matter how much you fight me.”
Cree grabs my breast roughly, still holding my wrists above my head with his other hand.
“You going to fight this?” he says.
I shudder and moan. I close my eyes and try to relax so I can just feel what he’s doing to me, but he stops and grabs my chin.
“Fight me.” He stares into my eyes, pleading.
Suddenly, it hits me, and I truly understand what he’s saying.
He really wants me to try to fight him off. I swallow hard, trying to decide how I feel about it with no time to analyze my thoughts. All that comes to mind is a book I read as a teen and the plague of rape fantasies that followed. I’d felt so guilty the
n when I orgasmed from the thoughts, and I feel the same sense of shame creeping over my body now. I feel my face heat up as I realize this is my opportunity to live out such a fantasy.
I stare back at Cree’s face for a moment, smile slightly, and then yell at him.
“Get off of me!” I twist my hands until they’re free of his grip and them shove at his chest.
Cree’s eyes widen for a second, and he gives me the slightest smile before his face goes dark again.
“Is that all you got?” He grins as he grabs my hands and holds them out to my sides. “You are just a slut, aren’t you? You want to get fucked.”
I twist and turn under him, but he lies on top of me, preventing most of my movements. He presses his mouth to mine—hard—and I feel his tongue up against mine. I continue to struggle weakly under him as he pulls back and places his hand over my throat again.
“You’re going to spread those legs for me,” he says darkly. “And you’re going to get fucked. Best accept that now.”
I bring my legs up and try to pull my knees together to kick him off, but he’s too fast. He grabs one leg and holds it down while his other hand grabs my hip. He flips me over onto my stomach and quickly grabs my hands again. He holds them together at the small of my back and pushes my face back to the floor.
“Spread your fucking legs!” he yells, pushing my thighs apart with his knees.
I try to struggle again, but I’m getting tired. It’s hard to move at all with my hands pinned behind me, and he’s much stronger than I am. I feel his fingers between my legs and then inside of me.
“I knew you’d be wet,” he says with a laugh.
And again, he positions himself and slams into me. The force of his penetration causes me to slide forward, but he pulls back on my hip, keeping me in place.
My hip throbs where his fingers dig into my flesh. My shoulders strain against the awkward position. My knees ache as he pounds into me over and over again. Every muscle fatigues as I try to shift myself away from him. All the while, my body tingles and my clit throbs at the sensations.
This is so wrong.
I feel dirty. I feel like I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but my legs are shaking with the buildup. Even as I try to dislodge him, my body is screaming for more. Though the safeword Cree gave me is fresh in my mind, I have no desire to use it.
