Chapter Nine

Valen

My tits are pressed against the cold granite of his kitchen island. I’m bent over it as he licks my cunt on his knees behind me. I know there’s a dog somewhere, because it greeted me right when I came in and never left, but I can’t think of much but the fact that I’m about to have a mind warping orgasm around his fingers and tongue.

He’s spreading my thighs with strong hands and I’m clutching the edges of the counter so hard I might Hulk out and break this shit into splintered pieces. I scream out a dozen different expletives as I wince and come in waves again, for the second time during this oral sex session. He flips me over gently until I’m on top of the counter on my back, my heels on the edge. Like the position, you take at the Gynecologist, except my gyno never gives my vagina these feelings.

“I need to catch my breath,” I pant, gazing at him in between my knees. My eyes are sleepy and my whole body is buzzing. “Let me calm down before we fuck.” Running my hands through my hair I close my eyes again. Hutch is naked and fucking beautiful. His body is hard, and the bone frog tattoo on his neck strains anytime he swallows down his sexual frustration. Do you know what that does to me? It melts me from the inside out. My vagina calls out a siren song for his dick. That’s what happens.

He clears his throat. “Let’s fuck in my bedroom. I can get you at a better angle in there.”

I hold up a palm and he pulls me to a seated position. I wonder if he’ll clean this top before he makes a sandwich on it later. “I won’t protest. Currently I’m on the hardest surface that resides in any house.” And I don’t give a fuck. I’d fuck Hutch any time of the day, pressed against granite. That says something about my willpower. I have zero when it comes to him and his body and his smooth words.

The newness hasn’t faded from the relationship and I’m not sure if it’s going to. Not as long as we have the ability to connect on such a carnal level, whenever we please.

Hutch grabs me around the waist and heaps me over one shoulder with more ease than should be legal. When he carries me like a caveman I can’t help but get all swoony. It irritates the independent woman, but it also appeals to the cavewoman who shares residence so it also makes my lady bits tingle with need.

He slaps my ass when we enter his bedroom. “Ouch!” I exclaim, in mock outrage. “That’s going to leave a mark.” He hits me again using his other hand, and this time he grazes my pussy. He’ll come away with a drenched hand, that’s for sure. Hutch sighs loudly. It’s another indicator of his Beast status. Homeboy is hungry for some loving. He slams me down on the bed in front of him. It’s a plain bed with a plaid comforter and jersey sheets. It’s comfortable and it matches him. No nonsense. I just hope he’s washed the sheets since the last time I was here. We finally achieved squirting status and as powerful as the orgasm is, the mess it makes is cringe worthy. “I’m not worried about the marks my hand leaves. If I’m not leaving a mark with my cock inside your pussy, then we’ll have some problems.”

“Make your mark then. I’m ready,” I say, challenging him. My knees are bent so I open them to give him a spread-eagle view. “No condom.” I waggle my brows. We’ve used one every single time. We’ve had the birth control talk. We’ve had the STD talk. We’ve covered every single responsible conversation about safe sex that can be covered. “If you want,” I add on, when he hesitates as he glances at the night stand.

“Oh, I want to alright,” Hutch growls, his hand pumping his hard shaft up and down. “What I wouldn’t give to plunge inside you without any barriers. To feel your soft cunt on my dick. Yes,” he hisses the words, like he’s a witch casting a sex spell. He leans over and grabs a condom anyways. Shaking his head, he rolls it down over all nine inches of throbbing fury. “But I want to fuck your ass tonight. We’ll need this lube.”

That gets my attention. “Excuse me? Were you going to ask if that was okay, or were you going to play the “oops, that’s the wrong hole game?”

He chuckles, but it’s a carnal laugh, one that he ends by catching his bottom lip between his teeth. Tilting his head to the side he asks, “Can I put my cock in your ass, Valen?” We both already know my answer. He was cutting to the point.

Sitting up, I tap my chin and look everywhere in the room except his direction. “I don’t know. It could hurt.” It’s been a while. It will more than likely feel like a large poop after a Brazilian steakhouse dinner.

“Or it could feel like the best thing ever. I’ll stroke your clit while I fuck it. The orgasm will be amazing.”

“And then you’ll have regular sex with me without a condom?”

His grin fades for a moment, but then reappears. “If that makes you happy.”

Oh, burn. Wrong answer, bro. I make the decision to force him to always use a condom. Even if he deems it an escapade worthy of bareback pleasures. “How do you want me? Face down? Ass up. I have to warn you, I skipped my asshole bleach this week.”

“Firstly, I want your mouth shut,” he says. I laugh, but then pin my lips together with my thumb and forefinger. I nod my agreement. “On your back. Grab behind your knees and pull your legs apart as far as they’ll go.” I’m a glutton for this. I do exactly as he says, even as my heart hammers out a pace akin to wind sprints on a treadmill. I’m scared, but I trust him. He grabs a bottle of lube from the same drawer the condoms are stashed.

He wanted me to be quiet, but I’m not sure I can. The words bubble out without my permission. “Do you use that on a lot of assholes? I had to ask. I mean, is this a regular thing for you? Fucking women’s asses in your bed?”

He sighs, opens the bottle and drips one long stream of cherry scented lube on my pucker hole. It’s cold and I can’t help but wince. “Actually, I never fuck asses. I want your ass because I want all of you. You. Are. Mine. This right here,” he says, lining his dick up with my backdoor and pressing the tip in. Like always, it burns a little at first, but the pain fades quickly as I relax. “Is because I need everything from you.” He slides all the way in a long, solid thrust. His thumb is already working my clit in circles, and it feels good, and I get to watch his face as he slips into a state of ferocious bliss.

“Fuck. I forgot how good this feels,” he says, tilting his chin up. He might lose himself in the sex, but his fingers stay true to their job and it’s not going to be long before I come.

He pounds into me now that I’ve adjusted and the full sensation is indescribable. I see stars and my only desire in this moment is that he had an extra dick so he could be in my pussy at the same time. I tell him with a drawn out moan and a back arch that I’m about to come and he slips a finger inside me to rub my g-spot as I explode around him. He halts his thrusts because I’m clenching around him so tightly, it’s uncomfortable.

He brings his hips forward a few more times after the waves of my orgasm have stopped and leans forward to kiss me as he comes, deep inside my ass, his balls pressing against the bottom of my butt. The term balls deep refers to this situation, right here. He kisses me when he comes every time now. When I asked him at lunch one day why, he shrugged and told me it was because he liked how cool my lips were after I came.

Butterflies invaded my stomach after that, and right now as he kisses me with passion and satisfied hunger; that same feeling rushes back. Breaking the kiss, he leans up and removes the condom in a quick swoop and discards it in the bathroom. He comes back and I’m still in the same position as when he left.

“You forgot how good ass sex feels?” I ask, bringing him back to his statement in the throes of fucking.

He curls into the bed next to me. “No,” he replies, kissing my shoulder. “I forgot how good it feels to fuck a woman I’m in love with.”

Now it’s my damn heart Hulking. Instead of splintering, it just became whole.