3. Carmie
Chapter 3
Carmie
T he room is surprisingly warm. Dark grays, browns, and navy blues. The bed is large with soft sheets and lots of pillows. Thick drapes cover the windows. It’s a masculine space, but a comfortable and reasonably well-decorated one.
But I have only a second to admire the room before I start watching him undress.
He’s a specimen. It’s unbelievable. His smirk is so disarming that I barely even wonder if I should be staring right now, but how can I take my eyes off him? Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, sun-kissed tan skin, and tattoos. So many freaking tattoos. Dark, dangerous tattoos. I know inked men—there are plenty of them in my life—but there’s something about his, like his body’s a mural. Snarling wolves, a gun with no trigger, roses wrapped around a knife along his ribs. He starts to take off his jeans but stops as my mouth opens and I lick my lips.
That obscene V of pure sexual charisma disappears into his black boxer briefs, and I really want him to keep going.
“You’re not going to just stand there and watch me, are you? Because that’s not how this is going to work.”
That jolts me out of the moment. I clear my throat and look down at the floor. “Sorry. I was staring.”
“It’s okay, little fencer.” He takes off his pants then comes to me. He’s in only a pair of underwear, and his very impressive bulge is clearly hard. His shaft is thick and long, and I can clearly see the outline of the tip of his cock. I picture it in my mouth and my heart starts racing.
His hands touch me. He gently pushes the straps of my dress down. Then he kisses my neck and runs a hand into my hair, and my eyelids flutter as he slowly takes off my clothes. He pushes my dress down, revealing my strapless bra, and kisses my collarbone and my chest. He praises me as he does it, which sends me into a whole new dizzying level of need. I’ve never heard a man talk so openly about wanting me like this before and it’s intoxicating.
“You really are beautiful, my little fencer,” he whispers.
“You don’t have to call me that. My name is?—”
He shakes his head and kisses me before I can blurt it out. I mumble it into his mouth instead.
“I like calling you my fencer instead.” He touches my lower lip with his thumb. “I think that’s better for tonight.”
“Okay,” I say, shivering, and I realize how much I like that.
I can be her then. His fencer. This man’s woman for the night. Suddenly, a whole persona populates in my head, built from all the pieces of my life that I like—my athleticism, my confidence on the fencing strip—and filled in with traits I wish I had.
I kiss him back then. I run my fingers through his hair as he takes off my bra and lets it fall to the floor. My nipples are stiff and brush against his warm skin as I push myself against him tighter.
He bends down and kisses me, then picks my clutch up off the floor. I watch him pluck out the vibrator.
“Now, little fencer,” he whispers. He licks it, rolling his tongue around the end, before grabbing my hair. “Open your mouth.”
He makes me lick the end. It’s not very big, but I suck it anyway, aware that his cock would fill my mouth and then some. He sucks my nipples, rolling his tongue around them, before dragging me to his bed.
“Open your legs,” he whispers, kissing my chest, encouraging me. He kisses my neck and lips, and I’m trembling as I take the vibrator from him.
And open my knees.
“Turn it on.”
The vibrator has one speed. I’m insanely used to it by now, and it hits me just right. The little guy starts to buzz quietly, and anticipation fills me.
“Lower.” He kisses my chest and licks a nipple. “There you go, baby.” I press the tip against my slit, moving it up and down over my panties at first. “You like that, don’t you?” He kisses my lips, burying me, hungry and dominant. “Keep going.”
I slide it up and down, moaning softly. He pulls back to watch, stroking himself over his boxer briefs. I stare at his incredible body, shaking with pleasure?—
Then he reaches forward and tugs off my panties.
I lift my butt as he slides them off. He tosses them to the floor and grabs my wrist, taking control as he guides my hand to my pussy.
I’m so fucking wet. It feels so goddamn good when the vibrator glides up and down my lips. I don’t think I’ve ever been this soaked before, not on my own at least. “You’re so fucking pretty, little fencer, with that dripping pink pussy and your hard nipples. You love this, don’t you? I bet you taste so fucking good too.”
“Oh, shit,” I moan in reply as he holds the vibrator over my clit. The second it feels like it’s becoming too much, he glides it back down and up again, then releases me and leans back.
I watch him take off his underwear as I stroke myself after.
“That’s right, baby, keep going.” He fists his thick, hard cock, kneeling at my side. “God, you look so fucking pretty like that. Your legs spread, that vibrator rubbing up and down your slick pussy. You’re a filthy little fencer, aren’t you? With that athletic body of yours. I bet you know how to use it too, don’t you?”
“I want to learn,” I moan, which is closer to the truth. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close.”
He grabs my hair tight. “Mouth,” he commands.
I open, and he slides his dick between my lips.
I don’t really know what I’m doing, but what I lack in technique, I make up for by sucking and moaning and not giving a shit if my spit drools down his shaft. I’m wild and mindless, and having a cock in my mouth as my vibe works up and down my pussy is kicking me into an entirely new realm of bliss I didn’t know could exist.
“That’s right, baby, your pretty mouth feels so fucking good on my dick. Keep sucking me like that, you bad fucking girl. God, you want to come, don’t you? You’re moaning and shaking. Look at you, so beautiful. I want to taste it, baby. I want you to come, and I want to taste it when you’re done.”
“Shit, I’m coming,” I gasp, pulling back from him, but he buries his dick in my mouth as the orgasm rips into my core.
I shudder as it hits me. The vibe presses against my clit and I’m destroyed. I shatter with his cock in my mouth, moaning the whole time, and I nearly black out from the pleasure. Slowly though, I pull the vibrator away, groaning as he pops his dick from my lips.
As promised, he takes the vibrator from me and stares into my eyes as he cleans it with his mouth.
Holy fucking shit.
“Exactly what I thought,” he whispers and bends down to kiss me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and a warm thrill echoes down my spine.
I didn’t think I could actually want more sex after getting myself off—but I was wrong.
This man oozes confidence and bliss. I decide right there, kissing him with my taste moving between our mouths, that I’m his for tonight.
Fully and without hesitation.
Whatever he wants—whatever he demands—I’ll give him.
Because I know that I’ll get even more in return.
Then he’s between my legs. He’s kissing me and pinning my hands above my head, and I feel his tip press against my aching entrance. Fear spikes, and I should tell him that I’ve never done this before, that I’ve never had a man inside me before?—
I feel him glide along my pussy before pressing his tip inside.
He lets out a low groan.
“Fuck, baby, I knew you’d feel good,” he whispers, easing himself between my legs.
And with that, without any fanfare, without any trumpets or shouting or wedding bells and entirely because this is what I choose for myself, I’m no longer a virgin.
My back arches. He’s big , and I’ve never had anything his size in me before. It burns and aches, but underneath all that is a low hum of pleasure, as he slowly slides himself deeper.
Until I’m full to the brim.
He buries my mouth with his. My nipples are hard and my legs wrap around his hips. He moves back, hips grinding into me, going slow. I’m moaning and whimpering, half from pain and half from bliss, not sure which way I want to go.
“Keep going,” I beg him, wanting this so badly it kills me. I’m the fencer tonight—strong and smart and sexy—not boring old Carmie. “Fuck me, please ,” I plead, not even sure why, because he’s not showing any signs of stopping.
He lavishes me with attention. He kisses my neck and breasts, he bites my lower lip, he tells me how good I feel and how badly he wants me. He grinds himself, in and out, almost like he knows I’m getting used to his size. Like he can read my body’s reaction. And slowly, as he tells me how he wants to fuck me from behind while he makes me come screaming with my vibrator, the pain recedes.
Replaced by raw pleasure blooming in my core.
He fucks me after that. Not the slow, gentle grinding, but dirty and good . He fucks me as I push my hands against the headboard, and he fucks me when I roll onto my belly and let him grab my ass and spank me, and he fucks me when I ride him with sweat dripping down my breasts. He licks that sweat off and fucks my mouth. He fills me to the brim and comes inside of me, and he licks my pussy until I scream, and he fucks me again after that. More than once, the vibrator appears, sometimes shoved in my mouth and sometimes on my clit, making me come screaming.
It’s late when he’s finally done with me. I’m sore, but in a good way. I use the bathroom, and when I come back out, I scoop up the shirt he wore to the club and pull it down over my body.
But I notice something in the dim moonlight.
A dark red stain near the collar, like a drop of blood.
“Come back to bed,” he orders, and I look at him for a second.
Why would there be blood on his shirt?
What did he do to that guy after I left ?
But he’s giving me that lusty, lidded smile of his, that charming smirk, and my hesitation fades as I crawl under the covers with him for a few hours of deep, black sleep before I have to be myself again.