On the second day of first grade, I saw a boy frozen on the steps of the school’s circular slide. With a line behind him and the kids chanting for him to get moving, I climbed up the front and sat myself at the top with my legs hanging down barely touching the first step. “Whatcha doing?” I asked the boy.
“Nothin’,” he gulped.
“Why aren’t you moving?”
“How’d you get up there?”
“Climbed.”
“You umm, like to climb?”
“Uh huh,” I smiled. “Want me to teach you?”
Unsure but proud, he nodded, “Yeah, but how?”
Reaching down, I said, “Take my hand.”
He did and never let go.
For the first time in memory, I woke at peace. My body and mind were finally one. And the man responsible, was sound asleep with his arms wrapped protectively around me. I know I should care that he had somehow broken into my room. I know, I should be at the very least, cautious of him, but I wasn’t.
Because Nix did for me what no other ever has.
While I adored sex, certain I was even really good at it, I never came from it.
Ever.
My body required intense stimulation to orgasm and there had been times where it took three bullets and a Sunday confession to get me there. Yet this man, this stranger, was so in tune with my needs that every single part of me came to life last night. Coming once was an accomplishment. Coming three times was a God damn revelation.
So no, I wasn’t going to freak out on him and ruin the gift he’d selflessly given me. A gift I pathetically wasn’t even able to give myself.
Nix helped me, demanding nothing in return. I may not have a dick, but I imagine him not receiving the same consideration was unpleasant. And I didn’t like the thought of him in pain.
Sometime between night and morning, he lost the rest of his clothes. I was disappointed that I somehow managed to miss him strip. I knew I was out of it, but I had to be really out of it not to notice this body.
I was currently sprawled over his soft furry chest staring at the V leading to his briefs. In my business, I was surrounded by the fittest of the fit. In Hollywood, it’s how we made a living. Looks were everything.
But I have never, ever, seen let alone touched, a body like this.
Natural beauty they say is a myth. To that I call bullshit because he was proof it existed.
I noticed two puckered scars on his left side, a long jagged scar on his shoulder and what appeared to be an old gunshot wound just above his nipple. Whatever Nix did I would bet was dangerous and that he was great at it.
Then there were his abs that, at rest, were impressive, then I found myself imagining how sculpted they’d look when he flexed.
Which of course, got me thinking about him pumping aggressively inside of me.
He’d fuck hard. Deep. Thoroughly. He would mark me. I knew this. I craved it.
So when he says, “I can smell you,” I smiled as I reached down, sliding my hand into his briefs. Semi-hard, his dick twitched when my fingers grazed it.
“Let me,” I say repeating his words.
“Finn,” he moans tightening his grip on my hip.
“Let me ease you, Nix.”
“You don’t owe me –”
Retracting my hand, I sit up and quickly maneuver myself into a straddling position. ”I’ll make you come with only my tongue and my hands, I swear this to you.” Using his words against him empowered me, and only made him harder.
“You would take a demon into your heavenly mouth?”
I decided actions would speak louder than words. Besides, I reasoned I couldn’t talk if my mouth was full…Sliding between his legs, I take him in hand and begin stroking hard as he did me. As we find our rhythm, I blow on him as he did me before sealing my lips over his crown. Groaning my name, I suck Nix, I swirl my tongue over his soft skin, I use one hand to pump his base and the other to cup his sac. In no time he was thrashing, gripping the sheets and losing himself to pleasure just like I had hours before.
“Going to come, kitten,” he warns me. “If you don’t want it down your perfect throat –”
Working him harder, faster, deeper, he bows up and using my strength, I pin him back down. At this point, I was gagging with spit running out of my mouth and all over him. Digging my nails into his thighs, Nix doesn’t just come. He purges. And I took every ounce out of it into me, where I would keep it forever.
Once he was spent, I found my way back to his chest and rested there. When his arms came around me, I asked, “Why kitten?”
“Because,” he says running his fingers over my back. “When I touch you, you purr.”
I thought on that for a moment and when I realized he was right, I laughed.
And then, I wrapped myself around him.