Chapter Seven
Candy
I vaguely realize this is not another wet dream when big, warm hands come down to my hips and fingers splay out over the cheeks of my ass. Storm takes over and starts working my hips for me. He adds just the right amount of pressure. He makes my legs want to spread more, to offer him more. I am so close.
Reality and what I dream merge and I can't tell where one begins and the other ends. This might not be a dream, but the feeling is just too much - too good - to stop. He's in control now so all I have to do is focus on the building pleasure centered between my legs.
"Oh God, don't stop." It’s never been like this. Not when I’m by myself. Not when I am alone. Not when I am dreaming of him doing this very thing to me. Never.
I tense up and if it was just me doing it, I wouldn't be able to go any further but I'm not in control. He moves my hips in deep waves that draw out the pressure. My body is about to pop. When I try to throw my head back Storm stops me by pulling my head down to him and covering my mouth with his so that when I do cum, I end up screaming my release into his mouth. Every grunt and moan, every plea and shout ends up being eaten up by him.
Once it’s all over and I can finally think again, the first thing that hits me is embarrassment. Then the full ramifications of what I’ve done hit me. There is no getting out of this. It was Storm's name I was moaning when my body ignited and broke apart in the mind-numbing orgasm - the biggest I have ever had. I'm still twitching from it down there.
"Had to stop that shit from happening."
Oh. My. God. Is he talking about what just happened? Holy shit, have I fucked up! I don't even know what to do now. Do I make a run for it? Do I apologize for what just happened? Can he tell I came?
He surprises me by dropping a kiss on my swollen lips. "Only I get to hear my lady cum, and Aunt Mini might be downstairs. No one but me hears you cum - ever."
The possession in his eyes is tangible. There’s a fire in them that burns with this certainty. He drops another kiss on my opened mouth rolling us so he's over me. It was supposed to be a quick kiss I think but turns into something more as he takes my mouth with his, pushing his tongue in and exploring every inch. Then he's gone. And I'm left staring up at a white ceiling wondering what the ever-loving hell just happened.
I eventually lower my hand to touch myself. I'm swollen and drenched. When I take my hand away, I can see a mixture of clear and creamy white fluids smeared on my fingers. It takes a second for it to hit me that all of this isn't me. I don't think I can shoot cum up to my navel and there is definitely a trail leading from my bare pussy up over my mound and running to my belly button.
I lower my hand to swipe more away and hold it up to look again. Oh shit! I'm up on my feet and knocking on the bathroom door before I can talk myself out of it. This is probably a bad idea, but I have to talk to Storm. We have to talk. Don't we?
I press my ear to the door and hear the shower running. How long did I lie there staring at my fingers? I shouldn't just barge in on him. But he shouldn't have came on my bare pussy either!
That thought has me barging in on the man even if he is naked and vulnerable. "Did you cum on me?"
He turns around and I see the whole picture - water streaming down his naked body, running down his lower belly, getting trapped in the little happy trail that leads my eyes lower. To the large package he has hanging between his legs. The package that is currently being revived right in front of my eyes as it starts to point upward like it might be praying too. God knows, I am! It's the only way I can explain my mouth being open and my eyes getting bigger.
I pull my eyes back up to his face. It's clear by the smirk on his lips that he gives no fucks if I am in here watching him or not. Without meaning to, my eyes fall back down.
"It's enormous."
I can't get over how big it is. Are men supposed to be that...large...and thick? He cups it in his hand like he's highlighting it with his palm.
"Don't worry, darlin'. It'll fit."
"Fit?" There is no way it is going to fit in anything.
"Yeah, when the time comes - it'll fit." He opens the clear shower door pulling me out of my dick stupor. When the hell did he turn the water off? He reaches for a towel but doesn't put it around himself just yet. Instead, he gets closer to me. "And even if I can only get the tip in I'll be a happy man."
He kisses me. Right on my astonished open lips. "I...just the tip?" I think I'm in shock.
He nods and wraps a towel around himself finally cutting my view off. "What?" Holy fuck! Is he talking about... us? He walks back to me and kisses me again.
"Be careful in the shower. I'll be right outside if you need me. Yell." Then he leaves me again, this time alone in a bathroom, breathless, kiss swollen, and trying to grapple with what just happened.
I go through the motions. I take a shower, allowing myself the indulgence of wrapping myself in the scent of Storm, using the same things he just used on his own body. As soon as I step out, I realize I don't have anything in here to wear except the shirt that has cum drying on the hem of it now.
I wrap the towel around myself and brace myself. Maybe I can borrow another shirt at least until I can go back to the store and wear my own things. Sitting on the bed, dressed in a dark shirt and grey cargo pants is Storm. He moves before I can think to back up and go the other way.
His hands land on my bare shoulders as he pulls me closer to him. "I like having you smell like me." He runs his nose up and down my neck sending goosebumps up and down my body. I think, I can't be sure, that he kisses me underneath my ear before pulling back. "I washed your jeans, and you can borrow another one of my shirts."
I want to ask why I can't just wear the shirt I wore here from last night, but I don't. I'm afraid he'll tell me exactly why I need to wear one of his shirts and I don't think I'm ready for that. He probes the cut on my head before letting me go to do as he asked and put the clothes on.
"There's some bruising around the cut. Does it hurt baby?"
"A little."
"Do you need a pain pill?"
I slowly shake my head, "I don't want to take another one. They make me sleepy."
"But they also help with the pain. If it gets to be too much then you tell me, okay."
He gives me a few minutes by myself to dress and then he’s right back beside me, scooping me up in his arms. "You don't have to keep carrying me around, you know."
"Yes, but I love it so much."
He sits me down on one of the stools in front of the island and leans forward to kiss me. Right in front of his aunt. How did he get so comfortable kissing me? In front of everyone? Why haven't I stopped him?
We eat breakfast, something I don't normally do when I'm on my own, before leaving for the store. Talking to Aunt Mini is even better today now that I am at myself a little more. She's hilarious and I love listening to her and Storm banter back and forth. She told me about Storm's mother dying when he was young and her having to raise a little boy on her own. And about how he came to be with her when she had cancer to take care of her. I almost hated leaving but she promised to come into the bakery once we opened and spend more time with me.
We pull in the front of the shop instead of around back like I usually do and somehow, I talk Storm into letting me walk on my own two feet.
"I'm sure the girls will be here soon."
"Do they know what happened yesterday?" I shake my head. I didn't really want to leave a message, so I just decided to wait.
"I just meant that you didn't have to stay with me and babysit me."
He paces towards me. "I thought I told you I wasn't leaving you."
I just thought he meant until the others came and someone else could take care of me. He leads me to the back where a big new bowl is sitting on the island. "What is this?"
"It's a replacement for the one that broke." It is such a simple statement but the act is anything but simple.
"I... can't take this. That bowl wasn't cheap. I can't accept something like this. It's too much."
He turns me around so that I am looking at him and lifts me up so that I am sitting on the cold metal. "You can and you will. You need it and I want to give it to you."
I'm a little confused if we are still talking about the bowl or something else especially when he moves closer and takes my face in his hands. He slowly lowers his lips onto mine before whispering against them, "I want to give you what you need always, Candy."
Yeah, we are not talking about just the bowl. He gently lays me back on the cool steel and starts kissing down my still-covered chest. He lifts my shirt and nuzzles into my belly. His kisses have made it hard to fight my growing attraction to him. Damn it, why do I have to find him so fucking hot? Why do his kisses have to make my belly jump and my legs turn to jelly?
Then he goes lower pulling at the waist of my jeans until the button pops loose. "Let me eat you?"
What?! His words take me by surprise. Is he really asking me if he can...? His next words leave little doubt about what he is asking me for.
"Let me have a taste of this candy pussy you have here." He plays with my zipper but doesn't push for anything. He's waiting for me to say yes or no. His eyes pin me down and I can't look away. "Just a small taste. One little lick."
I feel my lips forming words before I can stop myself, "Okay."
What the hell? What am I thinking? I'm...curious. He’s a really good kisser and, well, he...wants to kiss me down there. I've never let anyone do that before. Hell, I've never been naked in front of anyone before. He's already shown me so many things. Storm has a lot of my firsts and he's asking for one more.
He has my jeans pulled down and my legs pushed up and back so fast there is no time for me to change my mind. I know I could change it. He isn't like some guys who are going to bitch at me for doing that. At least I don't think he is. I don't really know him. What the hell am I doing when I don't even know him? I should probably stop right now and reevaluate what is going on. I shouldn't do something like this just because of a couple of kisses - no matter how good those kisses were.
I tense up with the intention of pushing him away but he's already dipping his head down and running his nose along the line of my lower lips. The puff of air against my bare, wet skin makes me gasp out loud and try to scoot back. Storm's big hands come down to hold me still as he runs his nose everywhere. Holy shit! He's not just smelling me; he's savoring it like some men do with cigars or wine.
"Fuck me, baby. This is going to be so good."
He mumbles the words close to my mound, they rumble out and up the center of me. His tongue comes out and licks me, just the outside for now. Then without warning, he's on me. It's like once he got a taste it drove him into a frenzy. He uses his tongue to lick up the middle and then spreads me wider using his two thumbs.
I've lost all control; all I can do is moan and take what he gives me. He pulls back long enough to look up into my eyes, "Fuck yes, baby. I knew this pussy would taste like powdered sugar and honey, but I never thought it would be this good."
He goes back to licking and sucking. I gasp out again, shocked that someone is saying something like this - and that it is turning me on badly.
"My ass is going to be addicted to this tight little cunt - going to be on it morning, noon, and night." He goes back to eating the fuck out of my pussy, licking, sucking, and nibbling.
The sensations are so new that I can already feel myself growing damper, tenser, closer to the edge of an orgasm.
"Oh God! Oh my God! S...Storm!" I can tell I am nearly screaming but I can't stop myself. "I'm...I'm about to cum!"
This is so much bigger than this morning. I'm not sure why but it is. I can tell it's getting bigger and bigger the longer he eats at me.
"Make this sweet cherry pussy pop for me, baby - for the person who owns it."
His words send me over as my back arches off the once-cold steel now heated by my body. My thighs are shaking and the orgasm I fall into is breath-stealing and all-consuming. I would shout out, but it has taken all the air, all the breath, from my body. I give Storm everything, shaking around his face and convulsing on his tongue.
He comes up my body swiftly and latches onto my lips sharing with me the 'honey' he was talking about. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. It's naughty and should be a turn-off to me but is the complete opposite. It turns me on to realize I have marked this man as my own. That I have given him something he craved.
Both of us are still kissing when we hear a little shriek behind us.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" She cuts part of her apology off by closing the back door she just walked in from.
I lay there staring up at the ceiling trying to catch my breath when it hits me. My best friends just walked in on me being eaten like a dessert and all I can do is lay here and wait to see what happens next.