Chapter 14 - Porter
Chills (Dark Version) - Joey Myron, Mickey Valen?
F uck it.
Two little words that burst forth when I throw all caution to the wind and take her mouth like a man starved. Her lips feel like heaven against mine and her soft moans get louder as she pushes against me.
Her body is just as warm and pliable as I remember. It feels like it's been years and not days since I’ve touched her.
“I’m going to fuck you, Charlie,” I growl, her hands grabbing my shirt and pulling me firmly against her. Kissing along the side of her jaw I can already feel her try to move her hips against mine. Seeking whatever friction she can get.
“You’re going to take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
A small whimper escapes her as she nuzzles into my neck.
“If I put my hand down your panties would I find you wet enough to take me?” I ask, knowing that she's wanted this since she returned to Hidden Valley; and if I'm honest with myself, I've wanted it just as much, maybe more. “Are you desperate enough to beg for me? Let me fill you over and over until my cum drips out because your pretty pussy can't hold anymore?”
I can see her eyes glaze over as she takes in what I’ve just said. The prospect of us doing this, taking this step together is big . There's no excuse of too much wine, or getting lost in the whirlwind of two friends getting married.
This is just her and I … and maybe a whole lot of jealousy on my part, but this dance we've been doing has gone on long enough.
For seven weeks we've tempted each other and that's not even counting when we first met at the wedding and how my cock ached for her.
She doesn't know the other half of who I am, the half I choose to bury. The old me, the bloodthirsty me.
She doesn't realise that every time I'm close to her the roaring in my head goes silent. The strange sense of peace she bestows on me, so even if I'm standing in a room full of people, I feel completely calm so long as I can see her.
Dragging her fingers up my neck, she pulls me back into her. Taking my ear lobe into her mouth and sucking on it ever so slightly before biting. The sharp hint of pain doing nothing to ease my aching cock.
“I want you inside me, Porter. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't walk straight. I want to tease you with my pussy until you worship the ground I walk on. I can be the best fuck toy you'll ever have if you simply get on your knees and beg me for it.”
What the fuck is happening?
She wants me to submit to her? This is an unexpected twist to all the tension between us, and one I shouldn’t be so surprised by. Considering how she left me standing in the middle of that basement all those months ago, with my pants down and my cock still weeping for her.
I’ve never been challenged like this.
The one time I let my needs take over left my girlfriend at the time crying and confused over why I would call her names. She never tried to understand that my need to degrade her was more than calling her names. It was the way I needed to dominate her, to have her trust me fully and understand that what I wanted to do should give us both pleasure.
I wanted her to be a slut for me, a whore only I got to fuck. A toy for me to use, but she was more delicate than Charlie, sheltered from everything life could tarnish her with. I was the little bit of darkness she sought, but my greed for her was both of our downfalls in the end. The thing I wanted so desperately to explore in the past has now, quite literally been dropped in my lap and is ready to yield … kind of . I only need to give her a little something back in return.
Lifting her in my arms, I wrap her legs around my waist. Taking the short journey from the door she was pressed against, to my desk. I usually work from the couch in my apartment upstairs. So while my coffee table is a mess of invoices and half drunk cups of whatever, my office desk is relatively clear with only a small pile of papers I need to file.
I move to place her down on the desk but she won’t let me go, holding herself tightly against me. Standing straight and moving both of my hands to her ass, giving it a little squeeze as we stand in the centre of the room.
“We can stop if you want?” I say without hesitation. She means more to me than a quick lay and if she wants out of this then she only has to tell me.
“No. No, it's not that. I've always wanted to … could you maybe … it's a little silly —.” Her face somehow manages to both frown and smile at the same time.
“Charlie,” I growl, “say whatever it is you’re thinking. Whatever you say goes, okay?
“Well. I've always wanted someone to swipe everything off a desk in the throws of passion,” she sighs longingly, looking over her shoulder at the desk behind her.
“ Throws of passion ?” I say, grinning at her.
“Ughh, I told you it was silly.”
Shaking my head at her, I can’t help but smile at the woman in my arms who only seconds ago was asking me to beg for her pussy, and who is now wanting me to act out this cheesy romantic gesture.
“You want me to clear the desk before I fuck you on it, baby?”
Biting her plump lips slightly, she nods her head and I gently lower her down to the floor, her legs leaving my waist far too easily this time.
“Don't move,” I say quickly as I round my desk, opening all of the drawers and placing every meticulously filed invoice I have haphazardly on the desk. A large pile of paperwork, pens and assorted stationery is ready for us and I'm not sure if it will be the dramatic effect she is after, but it’s something.
I return to her and see her eyes light up as she realises what I've done and I know that she's happy with the effort I've made. Wasting no time at having her back in my arms, I grab her, bouncing her in the air as she wraps her legs around me once again.
“You think that will make a big enough mess,” I say smiling. Her giggles fill the small space before she leans into me, her eyes full of lust and mischief.
“I like getting messy, Porter.”
Her lips graze across my mouth and her attempt to tease me fails as I pull her into a kiss. Running my tongue against the seam of her mouth, I try to gain entry but her lips willingly open, giving me another taste of her.
Taking one arm, I hold her tightly as I lean over the desk, my other arm spreading out. In one fast motion, we are suddenly surrounded by floating paper as the pile is flung against the wall. The metal lamp lies on the floor shining against the corner of the room, softening the glow that's illuminating her. Her loud laughter is so all consuming, I can’t help but bask in the joy she is feeling as I place her on the edge of the desk. Letting me go she leans back on her hands, her head tilted as she smiles toward the ceiling.
“That was perfect, Porter. I've always wanted to know what that would be like.”
Standing between her legs, I gently drag my fingers down her thigh, pulling the zip of her boot down as I kneel before her. Sliding it off, I remove her sock and place a small kiss on the arch of her foot, before moving to her other leg to repeat the process.
Standing, I reach out to the button on her pants, popping it open and dragging the zip down. I can see her watching my every movement, her breath heavy as she studies me. Taking the waist of her pants I move to pull them down, raising an eyebrow at her when she remains firmly planted. Leaning over her, I get in close to her face, whispering into her mouth, “ Pozvol' mne poklonyat'sya tebe [2] , Charlie. ”
Her eyes flutter shut and she lifts her hips enough for me to pull both her pants and panties down, her smooth pussy already glistening as I kneel in front of her once again.
Kissing up her leg, I bite down hard when I get to her inner thigh. A small hiss escapes her and she tries to grab at my short hair but doesn’t pull me away. Dragging my tongue across the newly formed tooth marks, I try to soothe the sting of the bite.
Her hand relaxes in my hair slightly, her pull easing as I move to her other leg, biting down so she has a matching set. She cries out with the second bite, her hand tugging my hair so tightly I’m sure some will remain in her palm when she removes it, but still, she never pulls my head away.
Her pussy is so wet I can't help but lean in and drag my tongue through it. Groaning at the taste of her wetness and sucking on her clit slightly. I try to put her legs over my shoulders so I can eat her fully but she takes her leg and pushes against my chest causing me to move back a step.
“This …” she says, spreading her legs open as she takes her hand and drags her fingers through her slit. “This is a privilege.”
Her statement echoes through the small space and I watch as she puts two fingers inside herself. Giving a small whimper as she drags them in and out. The sound of her wet pussy making me so hard, I feel my control slipping.
“If you treat my pussy like a god, she will forgive all of your sins. Make you whole again each time I let you fuck me. Because that’s what this is, Porter. Every time you touch, lick, kiss or fuck me is because I’m letting you. It might seem like I’m your fuck toy but never mistake my submission for weakness.”
Her fingers move faster now as she pumps them in and out. I quickly undo my pants, pushing them down far enough to free my heavy cock, hurriedly pinching the tip to stop me coming from the show before me.
“Charlie,” I growl.
The need to be inside her is overwhelming. I want to sink into her so badly I don’t even notice that I'm shuffling forward, inch by agonising inch on the floor before her. Keeping her foot on my shoulder she stops me in my tracks. Her eyes never waver from me as she continues to pump her fingers.
“Beg.”
One simple word and I'm a whimpering mess. “Please,” I gasp, not a hint of hesitation to be heard.
Sitting up further, she takes her fingers from her pussy and brings them to my mouth. Dragging them across my lips before I open my mouth and suck on them. Her taste just as sweet as I remember. I clean every last drop, not letting any of her cream go to waste. Looking up at her, I wait for a sign.
A hint that she’s saying yes to this.
Yes, to us.
Taking a breath, she slowly lowers the leg she has on my shoulder, shuffling her hips slightly before opening her legs to me a little further.
Welcoming me into her.
This is the moment everything changes between us, the moment that she becomes a part of me and I don't know if I can ever fully let her go after this.
Right here, now, in my pokey little office surrounded by paperwork, I give a part of my heart to her and she doesn't even know it. The thing that has been broken for so long pumps a little bit faster knowing that this is my second chance. That I can't let anything happen this time. That I won't let anything happen this time.
Wasting no time I practically leap from the floor and grab her hips, lining my cock up with her entrance and immediately sinking into her. The sensation of her tight pussy almost bringing me to the edge before I've even started.
Taking a second, I don’t move, I can’t. I'm simply suspended in time, trying to gain an ounce of self control. She seems to know in this moment that I need a second and she sits up slightly, making sure she doesn’t move too much but also causing her pussy to clench down on me as she adjusts herself and starts to remove her top. Closely followed by her bra.
“Charlie, this is not helping,” I groan, dipping my head and trying to collect myself.
Her breasts are full and heavy, begging for me to suck on them. This first view of her naked body is better than anything I could ever have imagined. Full hips and thick thighs wrapped around my waist pull me tighter. I love that she’s not shy of me seeing her body in all its beautiful glory.
She brings her arms to the hem of my t-shirt trying to pull it up, and I’m forced to let go of her for a moment to take it off completely. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. The need to come is finally passing and I start to push inside her as moans of yes echo across the room.
“Look at how greedy your pussy is, taking every inch of my cock.”
Her breasts bounce so perfectly when I slam into her that I can’t help but latch on to one of her nipples and bite down, running my tongue over the teeth marks I leave behind.
Her body will wear the marks of this moment for days to come. A reminder that she is mine just as much as I am hers. She moves from her elbows to lay back on the desk, her body on full display for me as I watch my cock slide in and out of her.
“Fuck, Charlie. Your cunt is so tight, I’ve never felt anything like it,” I say, groaning out the words.
Her hands move to her nipples, pinching them slightly before one moves down and starts rubbing her clit. My grip on her hips hardens and I can feel her squirm under my hold. Pulling her hand away, I slap her tit hard enough for a pink handprint to appear. Her eyes roll back as she cries out from the sting. Her hips rolling harder against me.
“No. This is mine. Your cunt is mine to use, mine to fuck. You want me to touch your pussy while I fuck you, you tell me and I’ll do it.”
“Please Porter, I need more. Touch me.”
She grips my hand on her hip and tugs it to her clit, and I waste no time in giving her the extra help she needs. Her whimpers turn to loud moans almost instantly. Pulling her up, I keep rubbing her clit as I lean over her and kiss her mouth hard. This overwhelming need to consume her giving me tunnel vision.
“Porter.” She cries out to the room and I can feel how close she is.
“Say Pasha when you come, Charlie. Call me Pasha.” It’s hard not to miss the look of confusion that crosses her face but as I increase the pressure on her clit, her pussy clamps down on me so hard I can’t hold back any longer and I come with her. Her cunt milking my cock like it’s a full time job. The need I have to hear my name, my real name on her lips as she comes is so primal that I almost come again when she moans, “Pasha,” her eyes tightly close as she clamps down onto me.
“ Moye spaseniye [3] , ” I groan, the waves of our combined orgasm rolling through us. I slow my movements until I stop, her arms wrapped around my waist drop to her side as she tries to catch her breath.
Lying back down on the desktop, I can tell she’s spent, tired from the ups and downs of the evening; but I’m not ready to end this just yet. Still inside her, I reach down and prop each of her feet on the desk, her legs falling open from fatigue. My heavy cock still firmly inside her. I can see her pussy spasm around it, the waves of her orgasm weakening with each moment.
“One more,” I growl.
Her eyes snap open as I pull out of her and start eating her pussy. Sucking her clit so hard that she tries to push my head away, moaning how sensitive it is before she takes hold of the pleasure and starts rocking against my face.
Looking up at her from between her legs, my tongue firmly in her pussy, I drag my thumb up to her clit and rub it again.
“Wrap your legs around my head. I’m not going to stop until you come on my face.”
Putting my hands underneath her ass I lift her hips off the desk and devour her cunt. Licking, sucking and moaning every time she grabs my head.
“Porter, I’m going to come. Keep going, please, keep going.”
Grinding against my face, I suck harder and harder until I force her orgasm. She screams so loud that I wonder, for the first time since we came in here, if anyone can hear us.
I've never needed someone as much as I need Charlie at this moment and I will burn the world to embers if someone tries to take her from me. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, splayed on my desk trying to catch her breath.
Leisurely, I kiss my way across her body paying extra attention to the bite marks I've left as I softly caress the red welt I left across her perfect breasts.
“Was I ... was I too rough with you?” I ask meekly. I know I unleashed upon her for a moment and we haven't really talked about limits or preferences but gods it felt good to feel like my true self for a moment. Her pussy is pink and swollen after being fucked so hard and I feel a little guilty for taking her so mercilessly. If at any moment I felt her unease or she said stop, I would have backed away from her no questions asked.
“Baby, I loved it, it was perfect. I feel used in the best way possible. You could have done a little bit more even,” she says, looking at me with rosy cheeks and a satisfied grin on her face.
“More?”
“Just that I'm open to almost everything and I'll tell you no when I'm not interested. I don't think we need to overthink our time together is all.”
Overthink our time together , what the fuck does that mean? All that makes me do is contemplate everything that's left unsaid. Not willing to give up this calm that I’ve been granted, I choose to ignore everything else we need to address, for now at least.
Leaning into nirvana I tenderly clean her pussy with my tongue, gently licking and kissing before sucking our combined cum and holding it in my mouth.
Tugging her hand until she sits up, I softly rub her cheek, dragging my thumb back and forward over her bottom lip. Looking up at me, her eyes glazed, I take my hand and firmly press against her cheeks until her lips part and her mouth opens. Getting in close to her face, I try to see any fear or resistance but she's so calm and willing to accept anything I'm going to give her. I have no doubt she'll tell me when I've overstepped and I’m prepared to grovel if I ever do.
Hovering over her face, I spit our cum into her mouth, a small shudder running through her as she takes it.
“Swallow,” I say, releasing her face. Her tongue peeking out and licking her lips as she does. The satisfaction of that simple movement practically cementing the fact that I won't ever let her go.
“Too much?” I say looking down at her as she licks her lips.
“Never.”