Never Let Go: A Collection of Sensual Short Stories, Page 2

  Then again, maybe whatever bravery she felt right now would disperse in the light. Gone as quickly as it had arrived. Sent packing by having to face the man she was so attracted to, and the reality that they were opposites and practically natural enemies.

  “Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?” she blurted out. Even wanting him as much as she did, a niggling of doubt refused to leave her.

  “Yes,” he said, softly, jerking her gaze to his face. But she couldn’t make out his expression in the darkness around them, just the shape of his well-muscled form. “If it’s what you want, this can just be about tonight. We can go back to hating each other in the morning. If that’s what you want.”

  Her mind wrapped around what he’d said, how he’d said it. If that’s what you want. But what did he want?

  Before she could ask, he was kissing her again, and all logic left her brain. Feeling overtook thought, and fierce need rolled through her body. His hands were everywhere, stroking and caressing, gripping and rubbing. As if taken by a fever, she couldn’t get enough of him, either. She needed to touch every inch of his smooth skin.

  He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and she moaned in response. Teeth grazing her sensitive breasts, she almost lost it when she felt him tease open her thighs.

  “Have to taste you,” he said, voice so low it was almost a growl. “Going to make you come for me. At least I’ll always have that.”

  His words didn’t make sense, but she didn’t have time to think over them when he urged her back onto the couch, then gripped her hips and brought her to the edge of the furniture.

  “Spread your legs for me, Carrie.”

  With a quick breath to calm herself, she spread her legs.

  “Fuck. I wish I could see this. You open and wet for me. A man can live on a memory like that.”

  Only the wrong words sprang to mind, so she didn’t reply. What could she say? That she was happy for the darkness, because she didn’t think she’d be doing this otherwise? That sounded horrible, no matter how she qualified it.

  She expected him to touch her first, with his fingers. Maybe work up to licking her clit. But his mouth fell upon her immediately, and he speared her with his tongue, shocking a choking noise from her. Then it was all she could do to grip the couch while he held her thighs open and worked her relentlessly with his mouth.

  Nothing in her admittedly limited experience had ever felt anything like it. She’d experimented with boys from school since her senior year of high school. Three boyfriends and one guy at a party who she hadn’t quite slept with, but had done just about everything else they could think of while drunk on screwdrivers.

  They were like night to Bryan’s day. Fun, but clumsy and ultimately disappointing experiences. Experimental, but in a hesitant way. But Bryan…

  He fucked her with his tongue then licked up her slit, working her pussy like he’d worked her mouth. Then he’d lick and tease her clit before sucking it hard enough to bring stars of pleasure to her eyes. Before she could come, he’d move back and fuck her with his tongue. She could feel the orgasm building to such a degree she started to try to wriggle away, but couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. Couldn’t form the words to say it even if she wanted to.

  “You taste so fucking sweet,” he said, and she could feel him speaking, his mouth was so close to her pussy. “Come for me, little artist. Come for me so I can fuck you into oblivion.”

  The erotic words still ringing in her ears, she almost shouted when he took her clit forcefully into his mouth again. One of his hands moved from her thigh, and two fingers penetrated her as he worked her clit.

  She broke, cry escaping her lips as the orgasm rolled through her whole body in a shuddering release. But he didn’t stop at her cry, instead he played her body, pulling aftershock after aftershock from her until she was unable to do anything but feel.

  Finally, he pulled away, wiping his mouth on his T-shirt. She vaguely felt like maybe she should be embarrassed about that, but she couldn’t seem to summon the energy to care. She’d never felt anything like that, and the afterglow clung to her, even as he pulled her close for a quick kiss.

  “You okay?” he murmured.

  “Heck yeah, I am.”

  He chuckled, a low laugh full of so much male satisfaction that it sent another shiver of need through her body. How that was possible so soon after that mind-shattering orgasm, she wasn’t sure.

  “Good. Because I have more planned for you.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  His hand moved lazily over her body, pausing to massage her breast and pinch her nipple.

  “If you only knew how many times I’ve imagined getting a chance to touch these. You have the nicest tits.”

  Her breasts suddenly ached again, heavy and sensitive. He took one into his mouth and sucked it hard.

  She gasped at the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure shooting straight to her pussy.

  “How much I’ve wanted to taste you. Touch you. Fuck you.” His hand slid down and he possessively cupped her mound. “You’re forbidden fruit.”

  “I never knew—”

  His fingers slid into her soaking pussy and she gasped.

  “I always said the wrong thing, did the wrong thing. It was like every goddamned thing that came out of my mouth was designed to piss you off.” He changed the angle of his fingers and stroked something new inside of her, something that made her bite back a moan at the intense sensation.

  “But I guess I figured out one way to communicate with you without pissing you off, huh?”

  She laughed, a choking noise that was half moan for what he was doing to her body. “Maybe we should talk about this later.”

  “Maybe. Or maybe I’d just end up with my foot in my mouth again if we did.” His thumb pressed down on her clit, sending a spike of pleasure through her.

  She instinctively tried to move away. It was too much sensation, and she was too sensitive from the last orgasm. He held her firm with his free hand.

  “Come for me again, Carrie.”

  “I can’t. It’s too soon.”

  “Bullshit.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked and nibbled and licked as he worked her pussy with his hand. The mixture of sensations made her moan and squirm. Then he let her breast go with a small pop. “That’s it, beautiful. Come for me so I can fuck you.”

  She came, this time with her head thrown back into the couch, a long moan escaping her as her fingers dug into his shoulders. The orgasm was a mix of sensations, almost too intense.

  “Wish I could have seen that, too,” he said, softly.

  Before her mind could come down, settle back again with reality, he was helping her to her feet, walking her around to the back of the couch. Devouring her with his mouth, his long, thick cock pressed into her stomach, the tip leaving a line of moisture that she could feel on her skin. When he broke off the kiss, she was breathless.

  “Bend over the couch,” he said, voice the same ordering tone he always used that never failed to piss her off.

  “Don’t think you can boss me around just because you gave me the best orgasms of my life,” she replied, but she couldn’t keep the amusement from her tone, and she turned as he’d instructed.

  “Smart mouth. A man could think of a lot of uses for a mouth like that.” He came up behind her and his hands came around to caress her breasts. They were sore, he’d worked them so much, but his touch felt so good, sending an instant shock of need to her sex. She pushed her ass back into him automatically. He must have been squatting slightly, because his hard cock slid along her ass.

  He pushed her forward until she was positioned with the couch beneath her. He angled her hips upward. And she was suddenly glad that the couch was big and sturdy, unlikely to slide on the carpet.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  She stepped her legs apart, and he pushed them farther, until she was on her tip-toes. Then his fingers were inside her, probing, sliding up a
nd down her slit and coating her with her own juices.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  The question surprised her, and she answered without thought. “Yes.”

  “Disease free?”

  “Yes,” she said, irritated.

  He chuckled at the annoyance in her tone. “Me too. Do you trust me?”

  Did she? She didn’t trust him not to be a jerk. But to intentionally harm anyone? To intentionally harm her?

  “I trust you.”

  “Good. Because I want to feel you with nothing between us.” Abruptly his fingers were gone, and she could feel him pushing into her, stretching her with his thick cock.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said through gritted teeth. He pumped in and out of her, working in the head of his cock, and she gasped at the sensation.

  He’d felt big in her hand, bigger than any man she’d ever been with, but the feeling was almost overwhelming as he forced his way inside of her.

  “Can’t hold back anymore,” he gasped out.

  Before she could grasp the words, he was gripping her hips almost painfully, and with one quick motion, he’d rammed himself to the hilt.

  She cried out at the sudden sensation of fullness, and the brief spark of pain. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the air, and she could feel his tight balls against her clit.

  Then he was moving, sliding in and out of her with a slowness that at first she appreciated as her body got used to his size. But then it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder.” She heard a desperate voice demanding, barely realizing it was her own. But she needed more. Needed to feel him lose control. Needed him to be as desperate for her as she was for him.

  He cursed behind her and the grip on her hips tightened, then he was pumping in and out of her so fast and hard that she couldn’t think, couldn’t move, could only abandon herself to the overwhelming mix of sensations. The pain from his fingers digging into her hips. The intense feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The slight discomfort of him hitting her cervix. The pleasure of one of his hands coming around to play with her clit.

  “Fucking come, baby. Come on my dick. Milk it. I can’t wait—” His voice came out almost angry, but then a guttural cry escaped him that was all pleasure, and he rocked into her, twitching and gyrating as he shot hot come into her.

  The sensation was too much, and she cried out, his name flying from her lips, her body spasming around his.

  He fell onto her, grinding her hips uncomfortably into the couch, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be bothered by anything again. Not the fact that his body was sweaty and hot against hers as he pulled her close and breathed into her neck. Not his seed that she could feel trickling down the inside of her thighs. Not even the fact that she’d just had sex with the one person in this world she’d thought she hated.

  And when he pulled back just long enough to move her hair out of the way to kiss her neck, she pushed down her worries. The moment was too perfect not to enjoy.

  “You up for a quick shower?” he asked, helping her stand up.

  “Do you think that’s a good idea in the dark?”

  “Pretty sure we can figure it out. Feel our way around.” He gave her a quick kiss. “Besides, I want to taste you again before you come to your senses.”

  “Maybe I’ll taste you instead.”

  He swore under his breath. “You can’t know how much I’d like to see that.”

  But he couldn’t see her—not in the dark. The thought that this was probably just temporary hit her like a shot to the gut. She swallowed hard and forced a deep breath. Tonight only or not, she was determined to enjoy their time together.

  They made their way to the shower with only a few stumbles along the way. Bryan managed to stub his toe on the doorframe to the bathroom, but other than a loud curse he seemed okay.

  “Is the water warm?” she asked while he fiddled with the knobs. The darkness permeated the bathroom in a way it hadn’t in the living room. Only a small window let in a bit of moonlight, and she could barely see her hand in front of her face.

  “Come on in, the water’s fine,” he replied, and she could hear the amusement in his tone. “Not just warm—hot, even.”

  A laugh escaped her at his silliness. She’d never known, never realized, that Bryan could be silly. Glimpses of his lighter side hadn’t seemed real—the few she’d noticed when he was relaxing with his friends a few times before he’d realized she’d arrived. Half convinced she hadn’t actually seen what she thought she had, she’d dismissed her observations.

  He tugged her into the shower and the water steamed around them. Placing her under the stream of water, he stood behind her. It was considerate, and after a moment she tried to trade places with him—it wasn’t fair to hog all the water, after all—but he held her firm.

  “You’re…different. In the dark,” she said quietly.

  His hands slid over her shoulders, and she smelled fragrant soap—something floral.

  Silence hung over them for a few moments before he answered, but the soft, soapy strokes against her skin never slowed. “I guess it’s easier to be myself when you can’t see me.”

  Well, that sure didn’t bode well for this lasting longer than the lights stayed off. She swallowed her sudden disappointment. “Why is that?”

  Mouth close to her ear, he murmured, “Because I care what you think. And for some reason, that makes me so tense, so…on edge, that I have a hard time thinking straight.” His hand came around to slide over her stomach and she bit back a gasp.

  “You can’t let your guard down.” Her body wanted her to ditch the conversation, turn around, and let him bring her back to oblivion with his body. But she wanted—needed—to understand him a little better first.

  “It’s not just me, babe.” Slowly, he slid his hand up to cup her breast. He held the weight in his hand for a moment before pinching her nipple softly between his index finger and thumb.

  A low moan escaped her, and he pulled her harder against his body. She could feel his large erection pressing against her back.

  “You weren’t exactly open to being my friend, either,” he continued. His other hand brushed her shoulder as he placed the soap back on a shelf, then he reached down to touch her mound, stroking her softly. “After a while, I was almost sure you hated me. I shouldn’t have acted like I did, but it was partially to protect myself.”

  How could he keep talking as if he weren’t bringing her to the edge with his touch? Her mind rebelled when she tried to think, but she forced herself to speak. “I get that.”

  His hands stilled, but he didn’t move them. “Are you saying you were doing the same?”

  Was that what she’d been doing? She’d been attracted to him from the moment she’d met him, but he’d always seemed so cold, so different from her. And so damned sarcastic. But part of her had always wondered if there was something beneath all the ice. And yes—she’d always yearned to find out. And that was a fact she’d been careful to never let him know, even if it had been a subconscious defense at times.

  “I knew you could hurt me. The first day I met you, I think I knew that,” she finally managed.

  A quick intake of breath broke the silence behind her, and she reached blindly for the soap he’d placed on the shelf. Things had officially gotten too heavy, and she needed to bring herself back down to earth before she uttered something she might regret.

  Grasping the soap, she worked it into a nice lather before returning it to the shelf, then before he could react, she turned in his arms and reached for him. Hard and thick in her hand, his cock seem to jump at her touch.

  “Christ,” he breathed.

  Gripping carefully, she worked her slick, soap-covered hand over his length.

  “Harder.”

  A grin touched her lips at the order. “Someone’s awfully bossy considering the position they’re in.” She pumped him almost roughly to illustrate h
er point. Hand barely going all the way around his penis, she worked him as well as she could. With her other hand, she reached down to caress his tight sac.

  Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that if you want to boss me around.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  He leaned back, and she could practically see his arrogant smirk despite the darkness. “Yeah.”

  Without another word, she went to her knees. The water pouring from the showerhead behind her splashed him and he groaned. Wetness ran down her back from the shower, and between her legs from the thought of what she was about to do.

  It wasn’t that she’d never given a blowjob before, but the idea of being on her knees in front of Bryan—the man she’d considered her enemy only hours before—it was a wild mixture of shameful and sexy and sinful. Her pussy pulsed at the thought of him looking down at her as she took him inside of her mouth.

  Tongue darting out, she went to lick the head of his cock, but the water hit the side of her face and she choked.

  “You okay?” He moved, and she could see his form reaching and suddenly the shower water was no longer hitting her face.

  “Just fine.” With that, she gripped him tightly then opened her mouth and took in the first couple of inches of his cock. Suckling softly, she heard a gasp from above her. Satisfaction rolled through her body. She’d taken him by surprise, just as she’d hoped.

  God, he was thick. It was difficult to get her mouth all the way around him, and she had to work him in and out carefully to give her jaw a chance to get used to his size. But she used her hand to compensate, and from the occasional pant he released, she figured she was doing okay.

  Salty and tangy, his taste wasn’t at all unpleasant. And even with the strong smell of the soap clinging to him, she could still smell him beneath it. Something dark and musky and all man. She took him farther into her throat, and his hips bucked, pushing him almost too far.

  She choked and pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth.