Wilder stood back a few feet from me, taking his cell from his pocket and pointing it in my direction. As he untied my robe, he clicked record. He commanded me, “Undress.”
I looked at him, past the camera of his phone, past the people I knew would watch this. I saw his blue eyes calling for me, begging me to join. The robe dropped at my feet, revealing me in just my bright blue lace panties.
“Turn around. Slowly.” I again obeyed, going just slow enough so he could get all of the angles of my body. “Now, put your hands on your bunk bed and face the wall.”
My arms raised above my head, grabbing onto the wooden beams of Lana’s lofted bed. I listened as he placed his phone on the desk and then fidgeted with it until he got the right shot from the side. He then returned behind me, placing his hands around my waist and then moving them slowly upwards towards my breasts.
He massaged them gently, softly. I felt my hips find his own as they gyrated slowly with his own motions. His fingers rubbed at my nipples, pinching the tips and forcing them to attention. I removed one of my hands from the bed and lifted it to his face. But he was quick, pushing it back down into place. He smacked my ass with his bare hands as I cried out. “I didn’t tell you to move your hands.” He hit me again. I could feel my skin quiver from his mark.
He moved his attention to my ass, softly touching the red spots he just left before suddenly lowering the panties to the ground and tossing them with his foot to the side. I was fully nude and exposed in my dorm room, yet I didn’t feel natural with his hands alternating between rubbing my clit and my tits. Instead, I felt unleashed.
Wilder spun me around, facing me towards his makeshift camera and his body. He slammed something on the phone, causing the little recording sound to clink. Before I could protest, his lips found mine, pushing my mess of hair out of his way and taking my cheeks into his large, strong hands. His kiss was dire, strong. There was a desire there that was unlike anything that we had experienced before as co-stars. This actually felt real.
“Lay down.” He whispered as he pulled away, causing me to gasp. “Now!”
I found my bed with my hands and laid down on the pillows. He moved the phone once again to my bedside dresser, checking the shot as I lay there afraid of disobeying him. He towered over me as he planned out his next moves.
Wilder mounted me, but not in a way that I expected. Instead, he laid upon me with his head towards me pussy and his cock right near my mouth. I felt the heat of his breath against my thighs as he kissed me from my knee on down, leaving a trail of kisses from the start to the finish. Then, he pushed me up to sitting by my hips.
My folds lowered down towards his mouth gently as his tongue found his way inside me. I felt it taste me first, surveying the darkened corners. Just the very tip of his tongue sent my hands flying for his knees for something to hold onto. He began going farther, making longer, slower strokes against my skin, only barely going inside of me. I felt one of his hands slip from my thighs to under me. He opened me up farther, parting me, exposing me. And then he glided his tongue and mouth fully in. Within seconds, he found my clit and began moving it with his wet, rough mouth.
I tilted back as I felt the familiar pressure telling me to stop and keep going all at the same time. I wanted to cry out, to scream, but I didn’t want to wake anyone up or give anything away. Instead, I bit down on my lip, hard, as he began to speed up his strokes, his tongue making circles and his breath gently sucking me in.
I needed to lean in closer as I dropped down to my elbows, allowing him to go deeper and get a better chance at my slit. My head was close to his cock, hovering over it. I remembered our first time, how he stood me up and flipped me over, forcing me to take him from upside down. I begged myself to be as brave and bold as I took hold of his cock and started teasing it with my mouth.
I felt him stop for a second to assess what I was doing. He let out a long, guttural moan as he continued. I was following his speed, slow and steady. As he made circles, I made lines up and down. My palms encompassed his balls, massaging them gently with the inside of my hands. I could see goosebumps rise around his hard cock, telling me I was doing this right. I was giving him just as much pleasure as he was giving me. His hands encircled my ass, grabbing, kneading, spreading me out and clutching me back in. They were rough, calloused, and extraordinarily hot – a man’s hands. I shivered as he traced a finger down the small of my back.
Suddenly, I was hit with a sharp pain on my left ass cheek, followed by another, and another, and then one on the right. I moaned involuntarily, barely processing what was going on, but feeling myself getting wetter from it. It happened again, in reverse order – crack! crack! crack! crack! – and I cried out, the mild pain melding with intense pleasure, sending confused, conflicted messages to my brain. It was a gentle rapping on my ass, but it was enough to wake me from my blissful endorphin state. I was aware, suddenly, of everything around me. I redoubled my efforts on his cock, turning from shyly sweet teasing to intense, almost pornographic sucking. I took him fully into my mouth, into my throat, swallowing and gagging ever so slightly as I take him completely in me. He ran his finger again down the small of my back, slapping me again on the top of my right cheek. This one was harder – and it felt all the better. His face, meanwhile, burrowed into me, his tongue lapping at my hole while his nose flicked at my clit. I wanted nothing more than to take him wholly inside of me, feel his hard cock throbbing inside my tight, sopping pussy.
Then I felt it.
At first, I wasn’t entirely certain what he was doing, or that he was doing what he was doing. He kept his finger going along the small of my back, down my crack, over my holes, down my inner thighs, and then back again. He paused each time right above my asshole, hovering momentarily, moving his finger in circles. His mouth kept going faster and faster, getting me to the edge of cumming before pulling back slightly, then starting the process over. He did this three or four times, taking longer at my asshole each time. Oh god, I thought when he stopped again, his finger lingering on my asshole Oh god, I’m not ready – I can’t do that – it’s dirty – it’s—
My thought process was cut off as I felt his finger enter me from behind. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. The forbiddenness melded with intensity I’d never expected. He kept his mouth glued to my pussy, his tongue exploring my cunt while the tip of his finger opened up my other hole. At first, it was just up to about his fingernail, and I felt like I could manage – it was pleasurable, much hotter than I’d imagined. But he didn’t stop. My ass resisted as he pushed forward, going deeper, until I could feel at least half of his finger inside me, pounding in a gentle but firm motion. I gasped as he attempted to go even deeper than that.
“Yow!” I cried, completely by accident.
“Fuck, Kylie,” Wilder exclaimed, panting heavily as he pulled his finger out of me, “I’m – I’m sorry. I was—”
I gave him a playful lick on the tip of his cock. “I wasn’t expecting it,” I said slyly, “but that doesn’t mean I want to stop.”
“You – you’re cool?”
I nodded.
“And you want to…” He looked towards his cock, then towards my ass. He thought he was being coy. It was almost adorable.
I nodded again, a lopsided smile on my face.
“You know it might hurt,” he said cautiously.
“Listen,” I told him. “Go over to Lana’s nightstand. She keeps a bottle of lube there for…special occasions.”
“You want me to—”
“Massage me. Oil me up. Get me nice a slippery. And let me watch.” I smiled at him. “We’ll see where it goes from there, okay?”
Wilder did as he was told. He grabbed his phone and tossed it to me, then went to the other side of the room, quickly returning with the bottle of lube. He didn’t hesitate, but he took it slowly. He started with my neck, my shoulders, my back, little drips all over my skin, making me slick. I watched from my vantage point in the mirror of the phone, feeling his hands stroking all over my body. It was strangely hot, in a totally narcissistic kind of way. I mean, I was watching myself – yet almost not. I almost felt detached, strong, like I could do anything.
Wilder’s hands were magic. He stroked down my back, around my ass, down my legs. His hands reached down my sides, over my pussy, up my stomach to my breasts. I gasped at his little tweaks of my nipples, pinches coming in rapid succession before he moved back around my back and down my spine. Finally, he came to his goal, and he hesitated, as if unsure of himself. I turned my head back and looked at him lustily, encouragingly, and nodded. As his finger moved towards my asshole, I took a deep breath in.
He slid in surprisingly easily, and the breath rushed out of me. He reached his thick arms around my waist and put his other hand over my pussy, spreading my lips and seeking my clit. When he found it – it was like fire and ice. In my front, my pussy burned, ached, as he stimulated me slowly, rubbing seductively over my nub. Behind me, he’d now managed to get two slicked-up fingers inside and was slowly, methodically pushing them in and out. My ass felt filled up, making me feel naughty, like I was at school doing something that might get me caught by the teacher any second.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted him. “Are you ready?” I asked breathlessly.
“Are you?” he replied.
“Come on, Wilder,” I insisted, my voice low, sultry, and pleading. “I want you to fuck me. Do it. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck my ass.” I grabbed the bottle of lube and turned around as he pulled his fingers out of me a second time. With one hand, I poured it on his rigid cock and stroked him, while putting my arm around his neck with the other and kissing him deeply. When I broke the kiss, I stared at him again, deeply in his eyes, and licked my lips. “Wilder,” I said intently, “I want you to fuck my asshole.” I felt naughtier by the second. What we were about to do was so nasty, so dirty – but so right. It was like being in one of the porn fantasies, only real. I felt it come over me. I wanted, I needed, his cock in my ass. He seemed to be hesitating, so I said again, in as lewd a voice as possible, “Come on, baby. Do it. Fuck my asshole. Fuck it good.”
With that, he flipped me around and pushed me into the bed. I felt my face buried in the sheets as he grabbed the back of my neck. His cock hovered right above my asshole, and I could feel it, just the tip at first, move towards its target. He was gentle, though, slow, and as he eased his way into me, I felt him fill me up.
Slowly, ever-so-slowly, he pulled out slightly, then pushed deeper. I moved to get on all fours and allow him easier access, and he responded with a great thrust that sent his entire length into my hole. He pulled back again, and, beginning to get into a rhythm, started thrusting, moving forward and backward inside my ass. The sensation was incredible. He pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled, sliding forwards and backwards inside me, while his rough hands found my clit at the front of my body. I felt the tip of his fingers brush up against it, then begin to rub, slowly at first, then faster, and faster, moving in rhythm with his thrusts. “Oh god,” I cried out, “fuck me! Fuck my ass, baby! Oh – oh god, I’m gonna – I’m gonna—”
I felt the orgasm come on before I knew what had hit me. I shuddered and bit my lower lip, then cried out again. Wilder just thrust harder and harder, burying his shaft deep in my ass. He eased up on my clit as I came down from my cum, then bent over and whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna cum, baby.”
I knew he was looking for me to be lewd. “You’re gonna cum?” I said, groaning. “Don’t stop, baby. Cum for me. Cum in my ass. Cum in my fucking tight little asshole. Fill me up, baby. Cum in my ass.”
He yelled out, a guttural, animal-like snarl that they must have heard in the next room over. He stiffened, then kissed my back as he slowly, carefully pulled his cock out of me.
As we fell asleep in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel like something had changed. Sex was work – something to be kept at the studio, not in my dorm room. But this…this was something else entirely. For the first time in my life, I felt desired, secure – safe.