Lucy

 

I was nervous leaving the club with Blade. I was nervous because I wanted him so much, because I thought I would develop feelings after sleeping with him.

 

I had done that before, with Dylan. To be fair, I had fallen in love with him long before we slept together. There was no comparison between the situation with him and what was happening with Blade. I had been sleeping at odd times for the last few days specifically to avoid sleeping with him because I hadn’t wanted to complicate or confuse the situation between us.

 

Sex with Blade was just going to be sex. That was all I wanted it to be. There were no misleading emotions going into it this time. There was desire and hunger and we needed each other, physically.

 

When we got to the house, he took me by the hand and pulled me in through the side entrance. He took me up to his room and closed the door behind us. In the warm light of his room, the hunger he felt for me glowed in his eyes and illuminated his face. He stared at me like a predator with prey in its sights.

 

“Undress,” he ordered me plainly. He said it like it was nothing, like I should have known to do it as soon as we walked in.

 

I wore blue jeans and a bulky t-shirt to hide my figure after being on stage. I pulled the shirt off over my head and dropped my jeans to the floor, leaving just my bra and panties. I squeezed my legs together and crossed my arms over my chest to hide myself from him.

 

He grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms apart, letting them fall at my sides before grabbing my bra straps and pulling them down from my shoulders. “I said undress, Lucy. That means everything,” he said in a calm, commanding voice.

 

He stood directly in front of me. I could almost feel his dress shirt and jeans pressing against my bare skin. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I shrugged and let it fall to the floor.

 

Immediately, his hands were on my breasts, squeezing my perky, round flesh. His large, manly hands swallowed my tits whole. His fingers gripped me and pulled me to him. I moaned as he massaged me, squeezing and pinching my nipples just enough to make them hard.

 

I attempted to push my panties down, getting them just past my hips before giving in to the pleasure coursing through my body from his hands on my tits. I panted and leaned toward him. I put my hands on his massive forearms to hold myself up.

 

“Unzip my jeans,” he told me.

 

I did as I was told. I pulled the zipper down and opened his jeans. I could feel his erection trying to press its way out through his boxers. Without being instructed, I reached into his boxer shorts and pulled his long, hard shaft out. He was massive.

 

I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked him. I knew what he was going to ask me to do next, so I was already getting down on my knees. I wanted to impress Blade. I wanted him to know that even though I was inexperienced by his standards, I wasn’t clueless. I knew my way around the bedroom.

 

I slid my hand down to his base and held him tightly with my fingers clenching his still-hardening erection. I kissed the tip of his head and let my lips and tongue slide down one side of him, and back up the other. I aimed him up and ran my lips, teeth, and tongue up the ridge underneath his cock.

 

He moaned and put his hands on the back of my head, guiding me as I reached his head. I parted my lips and took him into my mouth. He filled me instantly, reaching back into my throat. I felt myself trying to gag. I stroked his shaft where my mouth wouldn’t reach. I sucked on him and licked him, coaxing him to get harder.

 

I felt myself growing wetter as he moaned and gripped the back of my head. I slid my mouth down and sucked him hard as I pulled back up. My muscles throbbed for him. I wanted him inside of me. I knew that long shaft was going to fill me completely and stretch me so I could accommodate it. I couldn’t wait for him to wear me out.

 

He pulled me back up by my hair. I looked up at his gray eyes. He had a smirk on his face, so satisfied with himself for finally getting me in bed.

 

He made me feel so free. I found freedom in letting him take charge of me. It was just sex. There were no emotional ties, no strings. There were no games unless we decided to play some with our bodies.

 

“Get on the bed,” he said in a hard tone. Letting him command me and knowing he wanted my body turned me on to no end. He wanted me for my body. There was no pretending that he wanted anything more than what he did. That was so hot.

 

As I stood up, he was already out of his vest and shirt. I turned and climbed onto the bed.

 

“Just like that,” he said as I started to walk across the bed on my hands and knees.

 

I froze, positioned on my knees in front of him and bent over so he could see everything between my legs.

 

I heard his belt as he undid it and let his jeans fall to the floor. I was nervous again, facing away from him. He was taking charge and, in my current position, I had no say in what was happening to me.

 

I jumped when his fingers touched me. He slid them between the wet folds of skin between my legs. I was bare. Dylan like it shaved, and it was one of the things I liked about my body. I loved the way it looked without hair. I loved the way it felt without hair.

 

His fingers were surprisingly smooth. His hands looked like they’d been through hell, but whenever he touched me, they felt like heaven. He parted my lips and slid two fingers deep inside me. I clenched the white sheets on his bed in my fists.

 

“Fuck,” I gasped. The word escaped my mouth on its own, but there was no better word for how it felt.

 

He slid his fingers in and out of me and rubbed my juices on the flesh around my opening. Then he slid his fingertips up front and played with my clit. My thighs quivered with pleasure while he toyed with me.

 

Then, both hands were on me, spreading me open. I closed my eyes and moaned as he stretched me. Then, his lips touched me, as if he was kissing me. His tongue slid inside me, filling my hole, tasting me.

 

I pushed my ass back, driving his tongue deeper into me. He sucked on my lips as he pulled his tongue out of me. Then, he let it slide down in front and flicked my little ridge of pleasure. I shook and whined. Ecstasy was building inside of me already, and I hadn’t even had his cock in me yet.

 

“Take me, baby” I begged him, pushing myself back against him again. “I want you inside of me.

 

He grabbed my ass and spread me open. I felt him rising above me from behind. He positioned his legs on either side of mine. With two fingers, he opened me as his head pressed against my opening.

 

I rocked my hips, sliding myself back and forth across the tip of his head, teasing him to make him harder, and teasing myself to make me wetter. I ached to have him inside me. I couldn’t take it anymore.

 

He was even controlling how I took him and when I took him. It felt like he had complete control over me, and I couldn’t have been happier with that. But I knew I wasn’t going to have him inside me until he was ready.