Spike
“And I choose you, Spike.”
Her hand feels so damn good on my leg, not especially ’cause I like being touched on the leg or anything, but because I know all she would have to do is slide her hand up and then she’d be grabbing my prick. I can see her tits in her cleavage, perky as hell. Her face is flushed and her hair is curly around her shoulders from her shower. She looks vulnerable and yet strong at the same time. I keep telling myself that this could be part of the trick, that seducing me could be a big game, but it’s difficult to reason when I’ve got Yazmin looking sexier than any woman I’ve ever seen before right in front of me.
With a considerable effort, I stand up, watching her. “Maybe I’ll let this happen,” I say, trying to keep my voice firm, the firm, solid voice of a man in charge. But as Yazmin climbs to her feet, the sweatpants hugging her perfect legs, her body looking like it was made for fucking, I’m finding it difficult. “But I’m going to keep you away from the meetings, away from the men. You won’t hear a single thing you can run back to Snake with.”
“I won’t. I don’t want to.” She dances forward on her tiptoes. I’m so hard right now that my cock aches, the tip pressing urgently against the inside of my jeans. She stands close to me, tilting her head up in the most innocent, naïve way possible. It’s a performance, I know. She’s not trying to hide that it’s a performance. Her blue eyes are playful and fun. And yet I’m falling for it, hard. “I just want to choose, Spike. That’s all. We’ve been eye fucking each other all day.”
I reach out, my mind becoming foggy now. I always find it difficult to think when I’m horny. It’s like the whole world hones down to lust. But this is different. This is even more difficult. Yazmin is like no woman I have ever met. I reach for her pussy. She stands there, legs slightly apart, pouting up at me like the hottest little slut I can imagine. When I press my hand on her pussy, I’m lost to the world. She’s not wearing underwear. I can feel her lips through the fabric of the sweatpants. I rub fast, unable to stop myself, watching her face.
Her lips twist and her eyes roll back. She isn’t embarrassed or ashamed that we’ve just met, that I’m her kidnapper. She rides the pleasure, her eyes flitting open and closed. I push her back to the bed, nudging her in the shoulder, loving the control I have over her. She follows each of my movements as though we’ve choreographed it. I will enjoy her while I can, I tell myself. If this all turns out to be a trick, I’ll take the chance to enjoy her now.
“You’re a horny little fucking freak, aren’t you?” My voice is not my own. My prick is telling me what to say. I just want to make her dirty. I want to see her down and dirty and fucking hot. I’m so hard I could explode. I keep rubbing her pussy. She lies on the bed, legs spread.
“Yes,” she moans, her toes curling.
“You’re going to come for me.” I growl, feeling like an animal. I feel like a caveman, taking her right here. I feel like a wild man. I want her so fucking badly but for some reason it’s important that I see her come first. I have to watch her beautiful face as it twists into ecstasy. I have to know that I’m a musician and she’s my instrument, the song that fills the air only mine. This has never been important with any other woman but it is with Yazmin. I don’t know why. I can’t pretend to know. I just know that it is. “Come for me. Come for me. Hard.”
I rub her so fast her sweatpants get wet with how horny she is, her body writhing, her eyes half-lidded as she looks down at me. Then she stops. Everything stops. She freezes and holds her breath, her toes curling so they turn red. I keep rubbing. She gasps silently. When she releases in a long moan, I feel the pleasure rippling down my hand and my arm. I feel the pleasure as her whole body gyrates, her breasts bouncing, her lips contorting as irrepressible moans escape her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’m on my feet, unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants down. I need her. That’s what it feels like. An animal need. We’re way past desire here. I pull my pants and underwear down around my ankles, my cock springing up. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. Maybe it frightens her, ten inches and thick, but that’s not my concern. My only concern is her mouth, her perfect, sweet mouth, a mouth with plump lips which are driving me wild.
“Come here.” There’s command in my voice, command she can’t ignore.
She leans up, bringing her mouth to my cock. If there’s a sweeter image than this, I’m yet to see it. She looks up at me with her big blue eyes the second before she takes my prick in her mouth, looking frightened and willing all at once, her face all the more gorgeous for the lack of makeup. This is real. This is genuine. There’s nothing fake about this. I put my hands on her head, my fingers sliding through her hair, and guide her mouth to my cock.
She opens her mouth as wide as she can, but still I fill her completely. She gags, her choking noises rising into the air. Her eyes turn red and her cheeks bulge as I push my cock right to the back of her throat. When I pull out, she lets out a breath and then starts sucking, bobbing her head up and down. It’s not even the feeling which makes this so damn good—though it does feel incredible—it’s the way she looks when she’s doing it, too. So pretty, so beautiful, so dirty. The combination of how beautiful she is and how dirty she is drives me mad. I want to unleash on her. I’m afraid I might come if she keeps going like this, and I’m not having that. I need to be inside of her.
I pull out and take a step back, looking down on her. “Take off your clothes,” I say, my tone of voice leaving no room for argument.
There’s whiskey and smoke in me, my bones ache from tiredness, and yet when she takes her clothes off I’ve never felt more alive. Her tits are big but perky at the same time, her legs toned with muscle and her ass, when she turns around to bend over for me, is round and bouncy. I smooth my hand over it, squeezing the flesh so it turns red, bringing my hand between her legs to the present in the middle. Her pussy is pink, tight, the sort of pussy which will hound me in my dreams for the rest of my life.
“Tell me you want to be fucked,” I say.
“I want to be fucked, Spike.” Her voice is high-pitched. I can tell she really wants it. We’re beyond the club scheming and all that, way beyond it. We’re just two people now, hungry for each other. She bends all the way over, presenting her pussy to me. “I want it. I want it bad. Please, Spike. Please.”
If I was a strong man, I might have it in me to step away from her at this moment. I might think to myself: she’s my prisoner. This could all be a game. But I’m not strong enough to look at her right now, my cock hard and wet with her saliva, and do nothing about it. I’ll never be that strong. I step forward, one hand on her ass and one hand on my cock, my head so heavy I can barely think. That pussy, that ass, her body, her moans—my mind is on one track. I guide my cock to her hole, the tip opening her up. She’s damn tight, so tight that she bites down on the sheets to stop from screaming.
I push in slowly, feeling the tightness around my shaft, and then near my balls. For a while, we fuck like that, slow, and then her pussy begins to loosen around my cock, giving into it, opening for it. Soon both of us are lost in a world of wet hot pleasure, my cock pounding deep inside of her. I look down, captivated by the way her ass bounces back and forth as I slam into her. She moans, biting down, gasping. The only sounds are our moaning and the fleshy slapping of our fucking, the unleashed pleasure of it. I thrust so hard that she collapses onto the bed, lying down. I keep fucking her, pounding her into the bed, smashing her into the mattress, the bedframe creaking and aching with the effort of supporting our frantic sex.
I can’t stop looking at her ass, at the curve of her back, at her face as she twists her neck to half look at me. She’s as lost in the euphoria as I am, her eyes hardly seeing me and yet seeing me completely, her lips in an O shape, slurring the words, “Yes, yes, fuck me, yes, Spike, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grab onto her ass cheeks, squeezing them together, thinking there’s no better sight than her round ass cheeks pressed like that, my cock sliding in between them, disappearing.
“Goddamn, goddamn, fuck.” I can’t hold it much longer, but I sense that she’s close, too. He body is seizing up. Her moans are trailing off into hollow gasps. She’s close. We’re both close. It’s a race to see if we can lose our pleasure at the same time.
“Come, come, come.” I drill into her harder with each word. “Come.” I pound her so hard my abs slap painfully into her ass cheeks. “Come.” I pound her harder, my fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. “Come!” I bite her shoulder, unable to stop myself.
She cranes her head back, crying out in pleasure, squirting all over my cock. I look down at the white come sliding down my shaft, and then sliding up between her ass cheeks. It’s too much for me. It’s too dirty. My balls ache with the desire to explode. I bite down on her shoulder again as I come inside of her, my head flooding with darkness, the muscles in my ass and my legs tensing up as I push one last time inside of her. I can’t think. I can hardly breathe. All that exists is the flesh of her shoulder and my dick inside of her. My cock pumps, come spilling inside of her.
And then we’re rolling aside, onto the bed, lying there breathing heavily. After everything that’s happened this long, long day, the woods and the warehouse and the drinking, this is the only time I feel relaxed. I could lie here forever, I reckon.
After a while, Yazmin crawls across the bed and into my arms. I never usually do this, lie down and hold a woman when we’re done. I usually get up and get a smoke or a whiskey. It’s too much. We’re too close. A man like me can’t get close, otherwise all his demons’ll come hissing out. But I don’t move. It feels too natural to have her in my arms.
“Can we just stay here for a little bit?” She kisses me on the chin, our first kiss, our first tender moment. “Is that okay?”
“Sure. Just a little bit.”
We lie there until the sun comes up.