Chapter 4
Cloe made sure to keep at least three blocks between herself and Sonny. She didn’t want anyone to see her with him. She didn’t want to see herself with him. He strolled down the sidewalk. He smiled at women walking their dogs. He observed kids running through sprinklers in their front yards. He pretended he didn’t know she was there. He couldn’t possibly know she was there.
His unerring instinct told him she was there. What could she really do, after all? She couldn’t go back to her old life, not after he challenged her like that. She was half dead already. He showed her this. How could she live her whole life and never realize this? What was wrong with her?
He turned off through a picket fence to a normal looking house some five blocks from Carl’s gym. A nice big fifth-wheel campervan sat in the driveway. Other than that, not one detail of the place gave any indication he might live there.
He walked up the garden path and through the front door. He left the gate and the door ajar and vanished inside.
She couldn’t see a shadow through the windows. Was she really going to walk in there? Was she really going to let him do...it to her?
She hesitated on the sidewalk for what seemed like hours. She pinned her clutch bag under her arm. Tension and expectation racked her being. She ought to turn tail and run while she had the chance. She could find some other guy to lose her virginity to. She didn’t have to go into that den of horrors. She didn’t have to give herself to some old boxer.
He didn’t stick his head out and say, “Are you coming?” again. This was all about her. Did she want this or not? Did she want to be a virgin, or did she want to get on with the rest of her life? She had to cross that bridge, and no one could do it for her.
She needed to go in there. She had to make the first move. Find out what the future held in store for her. What was life for, if not for moments like this?
Well, this was it. She couldn’t go back. She marched up the path, climbed the porch, and approached the door. She peeked around it. Nothing but a normal-looking living room showed beyond the door. Faded carpet, comfortable couches—what was she expecting? She wouldn’t find a moldy old dungeon lined with racks and iron crosses. She wouldn’t find shelves of whips and chains. This was somebody’s house—nothing more.
Chloe pushed the door open and stepped across the threshold. Whatever happened in this house would be normal, ordinary, run-of-the-mill sex. No mystery, no horror, no danger. Just sex. What was so scary about that?
She ventured into the living room when Sonny entered from the kitchen on the other side. He acted like she didn’t just make the hardest decision of her life. He sauntered around her and shut the front door. “Do you want a glass of ice tea or anything? Do you want a cup of coffee or something to eat?”
She shifted from one foot to the other. She could only look at her in wonder.
He paused in front of her and examined her. “So?”
Cloe swallowed hard. “So...here I am.”
He smiled, and his whole face transformed. He ceased to be a fearsome boxer. He was just a guy—a very nice guy. That smile put her at ease. “Here you are. Why don’t you sit down and make yourself comfortable?”
She glanced at the couches, but she didn’t move. Nothing made sense. She couldn’t understand herself. She wanted this, but she didn’t want it.
When she didn’t do what he said, he sighed. He took a step toward her and kissed her—just like that. No introduction, no pleasant conversation. He just kissed her without so much as a how-do-you-do.
She stared up into his eyes. The puffy bruising around his cheeks and mouth faded away. Only his eyes remained. She searched them for some answer. What would he do to her? What she saw there answered all her questions.
Whatever he did, it would be good. He knew what he was doing. He would show her. She could relax and let him lead the way.
His swollen lips worked magic on her mouth. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself kissing him back. She nibbled those lips, and his tongue ventured beyond her teeth to find her inside. Their tongues measured, probed and discovered.
His kiss built on itself to demanding insistence. He commanded her to kiss him back. He called her whole body to respond. Little fiery licks shot down her stomach and plunged between her legs. Was it ever like this the last time she kissed somebody? She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember any feeling like this in her life. She mounted to fermented excitement.
She sucked in the kisses of his lips faster, and he kept pace with her. He wormed his arms around her back and embraced her against him. She collapsed into his arms like she belonged there. He lifted her against his chest and mauled her lips off. His tongue slithered deep into her throat to awaken all the desires she never let herself experience before.
She never dreamed. She never fantasized. She never wanted until now. This forgotten part of her exploded to life. All its ravaging hunger hunted for its prey, and he gave it to her. He hoisted her off the ground. His leg slipped between hers, and he jammed his knee up against her crotch. Oh, God, she ached there like she couldn’t believe! She needed this so bad. How did she ever live without this?
She rode his knee hard, and her steaming juices soaked her panties. He squeezed one powerful hand behind her neck. The other grappled a fistful of ass and pushed her down even harder. He didn’t have to move her hips. She did that herself. She humped his leg for all she was worth. She had to get there. She had to do this.
All the time, his tongue plowed into her mouth. His lips caressed her mouth faster. His strength matched her naked desire. She could do what she wanted with him, and he would accept it. He didn’t shy away from her monstrous need. He welcomed it. He encouraged it. He understood exactly what she wanted, and he offered himself to fill it.
Before she could stop it, a raging torrent of unstoppable excitement washed over her. She exploded in screaming orgasm right there in the living room. His knee nudged her pussy to burning ecstasy, and she succumbed. She tried to throw her head back and scream to the ceiling, but he held her tight against his mouth. He made her scream into his ravenous lips. He ate up her moans and rapture.
She went limp in his hands. So that was it. She had her first orgasm. Now she could walk away and go back to her life. She had the first sexual experience of her life, and she never had to take her clothes off. So much the better.
He didn’t put her down, though. He carried her across the room. Still holding her suspended in his arms. He sat down on the couch. He set her feet on the floor between his thighs, and her knees almost buckled. She still sighed and swooned from that massive orgasm. Her eyes drifted closed so she barely noticed him going to work on her clothes.
He started on the button fly of her jeans. He popped the first button before she realized. His masterful fingers scooted down the line and unfastened each button in turn until he laid both halves aside. Like lightning, he dove between the two leaves and buried his battered face against her stomach. Her soft belly swallowed him up. He snuffled into her folds and weaseled his way down to the lacy band of her panties.
She fought to get her brain working. The orgasm he just gave her fogged her mind. She blinked at the back of his head and his broad back spread out below her. What was he doing? His muscles strained until every fiber stretched through his shirt.
His muscled arms flexed around her hips. His hands groped all around her ass, between her thighs, and down to her knees.
She would have walked away after the first mind-blowing climax, but he wouldn’t let her. He kept her there until he ignited her desires all over again. He wasn’t finished with her by a long shot. His fingers snaked under her shirt to press her into his face. Then he raked his fingernails down her ass and dragged her pants down with them.
He let them rest in the crease of her ass. He was too busy with her stomach to go any further. That’s what he let her believe, anyway. In the meantime, he eased her shirt up over her waist until her bra peeked out underneath it.
Her vision swam. She couldn’t focus her eyes. What he did existed so far beyond the frontier of her awareness she didn’t register it until her raging fury burst through her hotter and stronger than before.
Her crotch sizzled. Her every nerve quaked. She wanted this. She wanted him.
She wanted to destroy herself on him until nothing remained of either of them. She wanted to engulf him inside herself to climax again and again and never stop.
She watched her own hands rub down his back. She scratched up his shoulders. His rock hard muscle didn’t give an inch at her touch.
His wicked fingers dallied up her back, under her shirt to her neck. He paused along the way to give her bra clasp a friendly flick. It popped apart, and he went on his merry way. He stroked her all over.
Her nipples startled awake and pricked the lacy cups that once held them captive. Now that nothing kept them suspended, their sensitive skin rocketed to full arousal. Her nipples itched for any touch, for his sucking mouth, for torturous excitement.
He grazed his cheek up her midsection to the borderline where her shirt and bra covered the last inches of her ribs. He nudged them out of the way. He did everything with nonchalant slowness. Nothing over excited him. He never jabbed or pinched or hurried.
Her knees wobbled, and his arms tightened around her thighs. He hugged her against him and supported her, so she would never fall. Nothing bad could happen to her as long as he controlled this situation for her everlasting benefit.
He nosed her shirt and bra upward. He just happened to notice her breasts hanging there in his face. He kissed up her belly until he found the hard brown morsels waiting for him.
Cloe fell into his mouth with a whimpering sigh. His sucking tongue filled her whole soul with warmth and light and contentment. She could dwell in that mouth. She could cradle his head against her chest and die.
Once he found them, his casual indifference fell away. He mauled them to raw nubs. His teeth bothered her to sobbing despair. Through it all, he pawed up and down her back. He tugged her jeans the rest of the way down to her knees. She stood before him in her saturated panties. If only he would go back to her stomach, she could guide him lower. He would satisfy her deepest longing down there.
He didn’t go back, though. He nibbled her nipples harder. He popped off one and swooped down on the other. He nagged them to hideous anticipation. He caressed her ass. He traced her panties around her legs.
She tried to spread her legs for his touch, but she couldn’t hold herself up if she did that. She had to stand there and let him grind the cruel cotton between her petals. He squished her panties into her wet pussy until she whined and moaned in his arms.
He growled low under his breath, but his mouth and hands ranged everywhere, all over her. They let go of one part, only to seize and titillate another. She writhed and squirmed every which way. No matter what she did, he excited her more until she couldn’t bear it. She wanted it all. She couldn’t react fast enough to meet all that pleasure.
He let her nipple go and dove into her stomach one more time. Oh, yes! She already knew what he wanted to do. He inched lower, lower. He pulled her panties down, and his face vanished between her legs. Now she really couldn’t hold herself up. She had to teeter on her heels. He clamped both hands around her ass and shoved her pussy onto his face.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and followed his movements. She would have been surprised, but everything made sense now. That cataclysmic orgasm he gave her only opened the door to more of the same. He would never let her go until she experienced all the pleasure in the world. He would give her one orgasm after another until he left her a whimpering puddle of ecstasy on the floor.
His tongue flashed across her clit enough to make her cry. Her luscious pussy opened before him. Her pulse rocked all around her cunt until she couldn’t think. Her pussy pulsed and flamed. His mouth only scorched her hotter than ever.
Into this toxic brew, he drove his hawk fingers. He stirred her cauldron to roaring bubbling madness while his mouth sucked and licked and spurred her clit to heaven. She didn’t want to go there. He made her go there. He inserted his powerful digits in her puffy pink opening. He tickled her into blistering rapture.
Faster than the first, her second climax overtook her in all its majesty. It thundered over her head and stole her breath away. She panted and gasped, but she couldn’t stop it. She tightened her fists in his hair and crushed his injured face against her cunt. She didn’t care about any ticklish tongue licks anymore. She had to smash herself on his bones. She had to thump those fingers to her deepest insides. She had to come and come and never stop coming.
She would have collapsed if he hadn’t held her upright by her cherry ass. She stretched her soul to the clouds and let the screams rip out of her. He plunged his fingers into her limit. He bumped his knuckles against her pelvis. All of it worked together to bring her to the greatest fulfillment of her life. Was this sex? Was this the disgusting waste of time she’d spent so much of her life avoiding?
Even before she finished, he pulled away. “Perfect, baby. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna enjoy this. And you will too.”
He leaned back on the couch and put out his hands for her. That was the first glimpse she got of the bulging rock hidden in his pants. His cock strained to get out, and he spread his legs to give it more room.
Just for a second, she thought she was afraid of it. She never came face to face with one of those before. Would it hurt the way some girls claimed it would? What if it made her bleed? What if she was never the same down there again?
The next instant, she thought better of it. She wouldn’t lose her virginity if she didn’t face that thing. What could it really do to her, anyway? Wasn’t she made for it? It was natural, wasn’t it? Somebody somewhere designed the male and female body to fit together. It wouldn’t hurt her. It might just feel pretty good.
He pushed his hips up toward her. “Do you want that? Is that what you want?”
She couldn’t take her eyes off it. What would it look like? What would it feel like? Could she make him feel as good as he made her feel if she touched him...there?
Overwhelming curiosity moved her forward. Without meaning to, she went down on her knees in front of him. She had to see it. Cloe just had to touch it and see for herself what it would do. Then she could decide what to do about it.