16. Blackout
16
BLACKOUT
She’s so fucking beautiful. Like an angel spread out for me with her sun-bleached strawberry hair fanning around her head, and those golden eyes looking at me like I’m fucking magic.
I’ve had women fuck me because they got off on watching me fight, or because I’m in the MC. They see a big, strong guy and it appeals to something primitive inside, but the older I get the more I fucking hate it. I don’t even stick around after matches anymore because I don’t want to deal with their fucking hands. Like I’m a gladiator. Not quite human, or at least not quite the same kind of human.
But I don’t see any of that in Willow. She looks at me like she’s trying to see inside and figure out who I really am. That makes two of us.
My cock aches to be buried between her thighs, but not yet. I grab her by the hips and yank her ass to the edge of the table. “Fuck, I want you naked. I wanna explore every little piece of you, every sweet inch of your pretty skin.”
She whimpers as I hook my fingers in her loose pajama pants. I pause, searching her face for any sign that she’s about to push me away, but she’s watching me like I’m a fucking god. I work the pants off, happy to see nothing underneath but her perfect little pussy, covered in short, soft hair, the same mix of dark and light with red highlights as on her head.
“I’m… it’s okay?” she asks shyly.
“Okay? Jesus, no you’re not fucking okay. You’re beautiful. Now sit up and raise your arms.”
She obeys, nervous but willing. I slide my hands up the side of her tank, pulling the flimsy elastic of the bra away and letting her full tits fall back to her chest. She crosses her arms in front of them, which I’ll allow. For now.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. It’s a loaded fucking question, I know, but for what I want to do, I need her to get comfortable with saying shit she might find hard to admit.
Willow nods. “Yes.”
“Good. You need to know that I might do things that make you nervous, but I would never hurt you. Not unless you ask me to.” I laugh at her tiny gasp.
I roll her shirt up and fit it over her eyes, using the straps to secure it in back. It’s not perfect, but it’ll do for now.
“You’re going to blindfold me?”
“Can you see me?”
She shakes her head. “No. I can see some light but that’s it.”
“Good. I want you to lie back and just feel. Concentrate on nothing but what I’m doing to you. Got it?” Fuck she’s sexy like this.
I help her lean back and get comfortable on the towel again. I’d love to bind her arms and legs, but that’s a future lesson. Right now just giving up sight is enough.
“Okay,” she says nervously.
I gently move her arms from in front of her breasts and she tries to put them back. “No. Never hide yourself from me. You're too fucking beautiful to be modest.” I pause a moment, just to take in the view. “You want this to stop, tell me, and we'll stop, but if not, then let me play this my way. And that means every fucking gorgeous inch of you is available to me.” I grasp her wrists and restrain them with my hands. Not hard, and not long, but enough to emphasize my point. “Now put your palms down at your side and hold them flat on the table until I tell you otherwise.”
She moves slowly, obviously uncomfortable, but willing. Her chest rises and falls faster than usual, and her nipples are like hard little gumdrops, standing straight up and begging for my mouth. She lowers her hands, spreading her fingers out on the towel at her sides.
“Like this?”
“Exactly.” I touch her on the upper arm, drawing my finger down in a feather light touch.
She shivers and I do the same on the other side. Then I kiss her thigh, breathing deep over her pussy and inhaling the sweet musk of her arousal. I play with her body like that for a while, never staying in the same place twice, and letting her get used to being touched.
I lean close to her ear. “I could fucking eat you up, little girl.”
She groans and I see her hands twitch, wanting to move.
And then I kiss her.
Her lips are soft under mine, startled at first, before she responds and I feel the tip of her tongue cautiously reach out. I brush my fingers over her jaw and down the side of her neck before stroking her throat. Willow leans into my touch, arching her back as I trail the back of my fingers over her breast and trap the nipple between them, squeezing firmly. She whimpers into my mouth and I pull away.
When my mouth closes over her nipple, she gasps and fists the towel, holding on like she’s afraid to float away. I flick my tongue over and around the tight bud, then blow a stream of cool air over the tip.
“Oh!” Willow gasps.
I chuckle and switch sides, pulling her other nipple between my teeth just hard enough to give her a little thrill. This time she’s more ready for my teasing, so I have to do more to make her react.
Like slide my fingers between her pussy lips. She nearly jumps off the table, but I’m ready for it and place a kiss over her belly button, teasing the little jewel hanging there.
“Shhhhh. You’re so fucking beautiful. Just feel, honey.”
I slide up my chair and rest her legs on my shoulders as I lean in to feast.
My first taste is like water in the desert. I lick her from bottom to top, dragging the flat of my tongue over her hard little clit. Once, twice, three times. I grab the back of her soft, inviting thighs and hold her still as I ravage her pussy.
“Oh!” she gasps. “This is too—oh God!” An animalistic groan comes out of her throat, urging me on.
Next time I want her to watch. I want her to see my face buried between her thighs while my tongue slides over her pussy. See the look in her pretty eyes as I make her come. This already has me so fucking hard.
She’s getting close. The hairs on her arms are standing up, and her legs quiver and tense in my hands. Her breath hitches as I trap her clit between my lips and suck.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I ask when I let up for a moment.
“I… I don’t know…”
“Come on, it doesn’t get much more intimate than this. Let me hear it. What do you want?”
“Please?”
“I can barely hear you.”
“Please, lick me.”
I give her inner thigh a nip. She’s going to have to do better than that. “Try again. Make it dirty.”
Willow whines and turns her head even though she can’t see. “Please. Lick my pussy.” Her voice cracks. “Make me come.”
“Good girl.”
And then I give her what she wants. The time for teasing is done. I paint broad wet swathes through her slick lips, making the kitchen echo with her screams. Good thing she’s basically the only one left in this neighborhood. I'd hate for her to get noise complaints.
I slip a finger into her tight hole and my cock jumps at the feel of her inner muscles clamping down. She spreads her thighs, silently asking for more, and I give her a second finger, stretching her open. It’s nowhere near as big as my cock, but she’s so swollen and ready that it probably feels damn good. Lick for lick, stroke for stroke, I guide her closer to the edge.
Her whole body tenses, balanced on the knife’s edge of release. It would be easy to push her over, but I want to stretch her boundaries a little more, see how she reacts. I drag a slick finger down and over her ass.
“What are you?—”
“Want me to stop? Or do you trust me?”
Her tongue steals out and wets her lips. She takes a deep breath. “I trust you.”
I tease her with just the tip. A tiny test to see how she reacts to something a little bit naughty, a little bit beyond her comfort zone. At first she’s tense, but as she relaxes into the feeling, I can tell the added spice is driving her farther, faster. Her moans pick up, and her nostrils flare under the edge of the blindfold with each labored breath.
I can’t stop myself. I pull my hand away and release my cock, fisting it fast and hard. I’m driving us both, and the edge is looming so close I can feel my balls clench tight as Willow lets loose a long, low scream. She can’t stop herself from moving her hands, reaching up and threading them into my hair as she comes. I keep going, working her clit with my tongue and drinking her down as my own climax barrels into me like a freight train.
I groan and spill into my hand, surrounded by Willow’s intoxicating scent. By the time her body finally gives out, leaving her slumped on the table like a wet rag, I’ve cleaned up the evidence in the towel and tucked myself away.
“I’m going to take the blindfold off. Close your eyes so you don’t get shocked by the light,” I caution.
She nods. With the tank top gone, she sits up slowly, looking fucking flushed and incredible, but more than a little dazed. “That was… amazing.”
“Worth your while?”
“Oh yeah. You can send whatever you want here. I’ll even sign for your packages.”