Astrid Chapter 6 #3
I saw and heard the plea. He dropped his hand away from my mouth.
I’d been so cautious since my capture and the months of healing, processing out of the Navy, and then wandering the country looking for my home.
And while Bristol had struck me as the only place that gave me a sense of home, Mayhem was the only man to make me want him.
Since the rapes, I hadn’t been with anyone.
I went through counseling to deal with what happened to me, and I knew intellectually that what those men did wasn’t about sex.
It was about power and scare tactics. However, to let someone get close enough to have sex had scared me.
Yet, with Mayhem, I hadn’t freaked out. I wanted more.
“Jamie, I need to tell you something.”
“What, baby?”
“What we did earlier was the first time I’ve let a man even kiss me, let alone do more, since my capture almost two years ago.
I’ve been too afraid to allow anyone to get close to me.
But with you, I couldn’t help it. And other than not wanting you to see my scars, I burned for what we did.
I’ve dreamed of us together so many times. When I’m with you, I ache.”
“Are you aching now?” he asked softly.
When I nodded my head, his hand landed on my knee. Holding my gaze, he slowly ran his hand up my thigh to the edge of the shorts I’d dressed in when we went to eat. He teased the material’s edge. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin.
“Your skin is like silk, and I want the scent of your hair and skin on my sheets. I want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you at my side. I’m not trying to pressure you. I just want you to know the truth. All I need is for you to guide me on what you want and when you want it.”
I told him what I wanted. “I want your hands and mouth all over my bare skin. To feel them between my legs, on my breasts, and everywhere in between. I love the taste of your lips on mine. I want to know what your cock tastes and feels like in my mouth and inside of me. I want your scent on my skin,” I panted.
The images playing through my brain like an unending movie made my body burn. I was almost at the point of begging him to strip me bare and to let things go wherever they went, so much for going slow. Now that I had a taste of what it was like with him, I wanted the rest.
“Fuck, God, Astrid, please, be sure. I want you fiercely, but I can’t scare or hurt you. It would kill me if I did. I need you to tell me plainly what it is you want from me at this moment.”
I waited several moments before I leaned into him. Our lips were mere inches apart when I answered him.
“I want you to take me back to your bed, strip me naked, and then do whatever comes to mind. We can let our passion direct us. And I want the freedom to do the same with you. If we end up going past getting each other off with our hands and mouths, then so be it. I can’t promise not to be nervous or even to be triggered, but know it’s not because I’m afraid of you.
God, Jamie, I want you,” I whispered before sealing our mouths together.
We kissed frantically and ran our hands all over each other.
I didn’t know how long we had devoured each other before I was airborne in his arms. I had no idea how he stood from the chair without putting me down, but he did.
His strong arms cradled me close as he walked swiftly to his bedroom.
He kept kissing me as he did. Somehow, we made it in one piece.
It was dark outside now, so we had lights on in the house, but not in the bedroom. There was enough light coming from the great room to see the bed. Mayhem carried me to it, and I was laid on it carefully. Mayhem turned the bedside lamp on low.
Before joining me, he stripped off his T-shirt.
When we toured the house, he removed his shoes, and so did I.
In addition, he hung up his cut, so those were out of the way.
With his shirt off, he was left wearing only his shorts and underwear.
I was wearing my underclothes, a tank top, and shorts.
Seeing him bare-chested, I sat up to remove my tank.
He grasped my hand, which I had placed at the bottom of my top.
“Wait. I want to take them off. Is that alright? Can I see you naked again, Astrid? Will you let me make love to you?” he asked.
“Yes, please, do it. God.”
Holding my gaze, he slowly inched up my top.
I almost told him to hurry, but I resisted the urge.
When my tank was off, he tossed it on the bench at the foot of the bed.
I thought he’d remove my bra next, but instead, he pressed me onto my back and went to work on my shorts.
He unbuttoned and unzipped them before wiggling them off my hips and then down my legs to my feet.
They momentarily got hung up on my wider hips and plump ass. My shorts joined my tank top.
Mayhem slowly ran his eyes from my feet up to my face. I watched him lick his lips and his erection grow in his shorts. It pressed against his zipper. I held out my hand.
“Let me take off your shorts. I want to see you,” I pleaded.
Mayhem groaned, but he nodded. I sat up and wiggled to the edge of the mattress so I could reach him.
He stood still as I unbuttoned his shorts, then carefully lowered his zipper.
Before removing them, I stuck my hand inside and rubbed across his covered bulge.
He moaned and closed his eyes. Eagerly, I pulled down his shorts, letting them fall to the floor.
He kicked them out of the way. Unable to stop, I hooked my fingers under the waist of his briefs and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor, too.
His cock bounced and slapped against his stomach.
The sound was loud. It reached above his belly button.
His cock was thick with a slightly broader head, which was shiny and dark red.
The veins running the length stood in relief.
Below, his balls hung full. Without thinking, I cupped his sac then wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He hissed.
“Shit, Astrid,” he muttered gutturally.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
If he said yes, I might cry. The feel of his hardness wrapped in the softness of his skin, along with the warmth of it, was urging me to stroke and taste him. My mouth watered at the sight of his precum leaking onto the head. I needed to know what Mayhem tasted like.
“Hell no, but don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he answered.
Holding his gaze, I slowly stroked up to the head of his cock, captured the precum there, then stroked to the base.
I had a firm grip. The groaning sound he made and the way his eyes fluttered told me he enjoyed my touch.
I wanted more. I wanted to see him in the throes of passion. I needed to watch him come.
I’d never been a shy woman in bed. I thought I was an equal partner.
And I pursued not just making myself feel good, but also making my partner feel that way.
My attitude had turned off some men. They tried to order me to submit.
The truth was, I wanted to be able to submit, though not all the time, but I had to trust the person I was with completely to do that.
I briefly wondered if Mayhem would be able to allow me to be both an equal partner and a submissive.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?” he asked. I hadn’t stopped stroking his cock, but I had spaced a tad.
“Sorry, just a random thought. Here, let me taste you.” I leaned forward more, but his hand on my shoulder stopped me from reaching him.
“Tell me first what your thought was, then I’ll let you taste me.” His resolve was clear, but rather than turning me off, it excited me.
“Okay, well, I was wondering if you would be able to handle the real me in bed.” I paused to gauge his reaction.
“And what is the real you like in bed, Astrid? I know what we did before delighted me.”
“I’m a woman who isn’t timid, Jamie. I like to give as much as I take and to direct what is done in the bedroom, just as my partner does.
Anyone trying to change that never lasts.
But I also want to be able to let go and submit at times.
I’ve never been able to trust someone enough to do that.
I was wondering if both of those would be possible with you. ”
His hand came up and he caressed my hair, then my cheek. I noted tenderness and something more on his face.
“Astrid, I’d love to have us be equally demanding in bed.
And I won’t lie, there will be times I want to command and have you submit.
But I’ll only do that when you trust me.
You’re right, you have to have that to gain pleasure from it.
I want all of you, not just pieces of you.
Show me what pleases you and what you need and want from me, and I’ll do the same. ”
The sincerity in his voice eased my worry and allowed me to respond so that he knew I was with him.
I finished leaning forward and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.
At the same time, I pumped it. Mayhem moaned, and his hips jerked.
His flavor burst on my tongue. He was salty, slightly sweet with a hint of tang.
I moaned and broke contact long enough to tell him, “You taste so good, Jamie.”
I went back to his cock, but this time, after swirling my tongue a second time to gather up his precum, I sucked the head into my mouth and thrashed it with my tongue.
The hand that caressed my hair and cheek suddenly clenched in my hair.
As soon as it did, he must’ve realized what he did because his grip eased.
I put my hand over his and squeezed. He took the hint and tightened his hold on my hair.
The truth was, I loved to have my hair pulled.
His girth stretched my mouth to capacity, but I wouldn’t allow that to stop me from giving him what I hoped was the best blow job of his life.
I worked him deeper into my mouth while continuing to pump the length not in me and caressing his sac.
The sounds Mayhem made told me he was into it, which only spurred me on to do better.
I rolled his balls gently in my hands and tugged on his sac. His hiss and the way his hips jerked, pushing his cock deeper into the back of my throat, made me happy. Suddenly, his noises were replaced with words.
“Jesus Christ, Astrid. Fuck! Yes, right there. Damn, you’re incredible, baby. Tell me. Do you want me to come in your mouth?” he asked hoarsely.
My head was bobbing, and his hips were thrusting as his hand tugged on my hair.
All that combined had me so aroused, I thought I might orgasm from pleasuring him.
My boobs were tingling like mad, and between my legs, my pussy was soaking my underwear.
I hummed and nodded the best I could so he knew that was exactly what I wanted.
“Son of a bitch, I’m getting close. Take it. Make me give you what you want,” he urged.
A wildness came over me, and I sucked, licked, stroked, tugged, and even used my teeth harder. I took him to the back of my throat and, despite gagging, attempted to swallow his cock. The idea of it being lodged in my throat made me whimper.
Mayhem let loose a growl, and his hand pushed me further down on him. I swallowed and tried not to panic when I couldn’t get any air. He drew back. “That’s it. God, baby, you’re amazing. It feels so good. Let me feel you swallow me,” he moaned.
This time, when he thrust, I relaxed my throat as much as I could while swallowing. Within moments, he shouted, “I’m coming,” and then his cock began to jerk.
Warm, salty cum pulsed to the back of my throat. As I swallowed, his other hand came up to lightly grip my throat. The deep, prolonged grunts he made told me Mayhem was experiencing a very satisfying orgasm. That knowledge pushed me to the brink of my own.
By the time he stopped coming, I was desperate.
He pulled out of my mouth. I gasped as I was pushed onto my back, and Mayhem came over me.
His shining eyes bored into mine as he captured my mouth and thrust his tongue inside.
I moaned as our tongues twined together.
I found it hot that he wasn’t grossed out by kissing after I’d swallowed his spunk.
He’d still be able to taste it because I did.
When he withdrew, I wanted to cry. My body was raging for release.
Evidently, Mayhem knew that because his hand slipped under my back, and one-handed and deftly, he undid my bra.
It was off and on the bench within seconds.
Then he dropped to his knees on the floor and tugged down my panties.
I lifted my ass to help him remove them. Those got tossed to the floor.
Big, slightly roughened hands pushed my legs apart. I gulped. He was getting the complete picture of my pussy. He hadn’t been this up close before. I hoped he liked what he saw. I squirmed as he studied me for several heartbeats. Then his eyes met mine, and he licked his lips.
“You have the prettiest pussy, babe. So pink and juicy. It’s just begging me to taste it. Usually, I’d lead up to this better, but I can’t wait. I’ve got to have that sweet dew of yours.”
As his words faded, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue from my entrance to my clit where he swirled his tongue around it three times before sucking hard on it.
My hips came up off the bed, and I cried out as I orgasmed.
I was too into the immediate pleasure of it to be too embarrassed that I came that fast.
Mayhem was lapping up my cum and moaning.
My whole body shook as my release stretched out.
By the time I relaxed, I was limp, but the man between my legs wasn’t done.
Mayhem’s hands slipped under my ass, and he lifted my bottom off the bed.
He feasted on me. There was no other word for it.
I whimpered as my body began to wind up again.