Chapter Twelve - Emma
His car is darker than I remember, parked more remotely. Or maybe that’s just because, even in there, he’s on top of me, pressing every part of himself into every part of me. His chest is hard, but, more importantly, so is his dick pressing into my pelvis. He’s devouring me like an animal, nibbling and sucking on my neck, tugging at my earlobe. He stops to smirk down at my moans.
“You’ve always wanted me, haven’t you?”
I smirk right back at him. “You always have too, haven’t you?”
He throws his face over mine in response. Now, his hands are squeezing the huge mounds of my breasts, groaning as he puts both hands over one then both over the other. Then, he freezes.
Hearing voices, we duck so that we’re out of sight. The couple on the sidewalk outside passes. I start to sit up, but he shoves me back down.
Returning my pout with a smile, Luke declares, “I’m not finished with you yet.” Then, he slides his hands under my dress. I gasp; they’re surprisingly cool. Now, they’re running over my bra, while his grin broadens. “Lace, my innocent Emma? Almost like you knew . . .”
Now he’s sticking his finger between my lips, ordering me to “suck it.”
And, as his hands slip under my bra cups, I do. I suck and lick his finger, press it all the way to the back of my throat, while he kneads my breasts with his other hand. We groan together. He slips his hands out and rips down the top half of my dress, then tears off my bra. Now, gazing down at my heaving breasts with a look of adoration, he buries his face between them. Next thing I know he’s shaking his head back and forth, motorboating them, groaning with pleasure.
Once he’s finished, he slides his mouth over my nipple and starts sucking. Fuck, does it feel good. My moans are even louder now, and he slides his mouth over to my other tit, growling, “You fucking love it, don’t you?”
“Uhhh,” is all I can manage as he plasters his lips over my other nipple. And now his hands are sliding up, massaging both of my boobs. Hell, does it feel good. I’m crazy wet, but there are more voices now. We duck down again until Luke pops back up.
Glancing at me, he says, “Stay down.” Then, he puts his foot on the gas. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m topless, for God’s sake. And so, I crouch there in the front seat while the car zooms on, fast but not fast enough.
Because now there’s a hunger within me. I can’t stop now.
So, while he drives, my hand goes for his cock, starts stroking it over his jeans. He’s hard as hell.
Pausing at a red light, Luke pats my head. “Good girl.” Then, he unzips his pants. I feel his dick over his silky briefs, his hard pole ready for the wet slit between my legs.
As I slide my hand up and down it, a quiet voice reminds me: You shouldn’t do this. You should stop. But up until now, there’s been a building, an irresistible building that can’t be stopped. We’ve gone much too far now. The car is stopping and I am too, but it’s too late.
Luke’s taking off his shirt, tossing it to me.
“Put on this so we can go in.”
I put it on and, taking my hand, he leads me out of the car and inside the house. Once there, no sooner has he closed the door than is he turning to me.
“Give me back my shirt.”
His pants are still undone, his brief-covered dick still out. If I give him this shirt – if I let him keep going – then I know what will happen. I look away.
“I don’t know, Luke . . .” Luke grabs me by the shirt, throws his lips over mine and, pulling away, growls in my ear, “Tell me you don’t want this.” As he waits, his hand is sliding down my front, down to my flopped-down dress, my pussy. He grabs it and repeats, “Go on, tell me.” Slipping under my dress, he rips off my panties, lets them drop to the floor. Then he pulls the rest of the dress down so that my bottom half, my bare pussy and ass are fully exposed.
Luke takes my hand. “Come here.” He yanks me down the hallway, towards the end, where his room is. Where he’s going to fuck me. “You can keep the shirt,” he says as we walk.
Inside, it’s dark and he leaves it dark. He shuts the door then turns to me, shoves me on the bed. “I have a confession to make,” he says, scrambling on the bed, ripping off his shirt and wagging it in my face, “I lied.” Sticking a finger in my pussy, he smiles. “But you don’t seem to mind, now do you?”
I can only groan in response as his finger starts jackhammering my pussy, while his other hand runs over my curves. He pauses to look down on me – to get a good look. “Fuck, are you hot.”
He flips me around. His hands are massaging my ass slowly, making a sort of meditation of moving around my ass fat, going from bottom to top, side to side, while moans gurgle out of my mouth. It feels better than great. It feels fan-fucking-tastic. When he stops, I almost splutter out a protest, except he’s flipped me back around again, fingering me once more.
Then, he’s mashing his lips over mine. There was something I was supposed to remember. Something I had been thinking about, worrying about. But it’s too late now. All I want is for Luke to bring this to its conclusion – to give me sweet release.
When he slides out his finger, I know it’s time.
When he tells me, “Take off my pants”, I know I have no choice.
Once his pants are off, he says, “Now the briefs,” and I remove them as well. Now, I’m face to face with his dick, which is pink, long, and veiny. I’m momentarily speechless, stunned by the new sight.
“You like it, don’t you?” he says, patting my head. He jerks my face forward. “So suck it.”
Next thing I know, his dick is between my lips and I’m gulping it down, up and down, opening my mouth as wide as it’ll go, up and down and again. He pats my head.
“A bit slower. Suck harder. Good girl.”
As I suck, I feel him getting even harder.
“Swirl your tongue around it as you go,” he adds, and I do.
He’s groaning now, pulling my head at the pace he wants, forward and back, then again. I swirl my tongue around as I’m shoved forward and then back. I let my head be used as his personal cocksucker.
When he pulls me off him, I’m even more wet. He turns around. There’s the sound of ripping then of plastic – probably a condom. Luke turns back to me. Positioning himself on top of me, staring into my eyes, he says “You ready?” Before I can respond, shoves himself into me.
At first, there’s pain: a horrible, ripping pain. He’s groaning and I’m murmuring protests. But then it’s over and he’s still moving, sliding, thrusting, in and out and in again. And it doesn’t hurt at all. No, it’s pleasurable. It’s pleasurable as all hell. Soon, my moans are mingling with his groans.
“Jesus, you are tight,” he says.
I’m writhing in pleasure. I couldn’t have imagined that I’d be doing it like this. That it would feel so crazy good. When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at me, his mouth gaping in enjoyment. Our eyes meet and he smirks, slows his pace. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
“Uhh . . . yeah . . .” is all I can manage, but then he slows his pace.
“I don’t know, didn’t sound very convincing, Emma.”
My pussy clasps at his now almost motionless rod. I groan.
“Ask me to continue – beg me.”
I glare at him, shake my head, then his dick stops moving altogether.
Sliding all the way out then sliding forward so that just the tip of his dick is in, he says, “Do it. Beg me.”
It’s not me but my body that responds – that begs, “Please, Luke. Oh, damn. Please, fuck me.”
And fuck me he does. His cock suddenly comes back to life, ramming into me the hardest and fastest yet. Soon, my moans are howls and then shrieks. Then, he’s groaning, and our two bodies are locked in one shaking thrust. One building cry and then one howled-out explosion of shakes, Luke’s spilling into me. My whole body is shaking uncontrollably, no longer mine – claimed by pleasure. And then everything is still and quiet and we are still one, him in me and me on him. This time, we’re only breathing together.
We lie there entwined until I’m half-asleep – until I think I’m dreaming when I feel his lips on me.
“I just can’t get enough of you.” His hot breath tickles my ear for a second before his tongue mashes in. And then I know. This is a dream, but I’m awake.
I lie there and he devours me. His flicks his tongue in and out of my ear, sucks on my neck until I’m groaning. His lips press every part of me and still he’s got more, kissing and nibbling my thighs, slowly but surely making his way to my pussy. He burrows his face in it.
“The pussy’s been so good to me,” he’s murmuring, “I just want to be good to her too.”
And then his tongue is probing me and I’m half-delirious with pleasure and nervousness, almost wanting to tell him to stop, yet unable to. No. This, him, now, his lips on me – it feels too good.
So, I let him go on. I let him nibble and suck on my outer lips, bat my inner lips with his tongue. I let him stick his finger in me while his lips make their way to my clit. Now he’s swirling his tongue around it, around and around and around, the same way I used to masturbate when I was alone and sad. Except now, with this man here and this pleasure, I’m anything but alone and scared. No, this is pleasure like I’ve never felt before. Arousal that I can hardly stand. In and out, around and around his finger and tongue go. I start to shake and he starts to pick up the pace. It’s in and out – and fuck, damn, does it feel good – and it’s around and around – and I’m almost at the edge already. I can hardly take it and that’s just when he slips himself out and away, squeezes my tits at the same time, then shoves his finger back in and swirls his tongue.
I come in a series of exploded-out shrieks and full-body shakes, losing control of my body as it celebrates without me, every nerve in my body tingling deliciously, wonderfully.
When it’s over, Luke flops away, crawls up beside me and takes me in his arms.
I close my eyes, so out of it that I almost don’t recognize that I’ve never been happier in my life – or more afraid.