Chapter 2 #2
The dirt road winds through a patch of trees, then opens up to reveal a big red farmhouse that sits in the middle of a huge meadow.
The golden glow of the moon bathes the entire scene in an eerie light that leaves me breathless.
When Burn pulls up next to it and turns off the engine, the silence washes over us like a wave.
“There’s nobody here?” I ask, taking it all in.
It’s fucking perfect.
Burn. The moon. The farmhouse. This fucking car.
That cock…
“Just us,” he says, turning to me with a slow smile, his eyes slowly drinking me in.
“It’s perfect,” I say.
“Perfect for what, Talia?”
The fire inside of me blazes, sending flames of desire tearing through me with the solid knowledge that my moment has finally fucking come. I’m so ready to get it over with that I have to remind myself to slow down.
Burn’s full of confidence. But he has no idea what I’ve kept leashed all these years. He has no idea what is about to explode out of my body, like a juiced up racehorse just waiting for her chance to sprint out of the gate at long last.
“For this,” I hiss.
In a flash, I’m straddling him, the steering wheel digging into my back and the gearshift fighting for space with my knee.
For a split second, I think it might be impossible in such a confined space, but I’m determined and there is nothing that is going to keep me from accomplishing my goal tonight.
Our mouths crash together, our lips and tongues colliding with hungry passion. His cock presses up into my pussy, hot and throbbing and hard.
Maybe I should tell him I’ve never done it before.
Maybe I should stop to ask if he’s okay with being my first.
Maybe I should wait for Prince Charming’s safe fairytale dick.
But I don’t do anything like that.
I kiss him like a hungry harlot, embracing my inner bad bitch, and take him like I know I’ll remember every detail for the rest of my life and I want to be proud of myself.
My hips roll, my pussy grinding against his hardness, as I kiss him deeply as my dress rides up over my hips.
His hands grab my tits, pinching my nipples hard through my pink dress.
But I want those hands on my skin, so I break my lips away from his, and grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, revealing my bare breasts to his waiting lips.
“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes dilating as he takes me in.
He captures my nipple with his mouth eagerly, groaning as I sink my fingers in his hair, arching my back as I revel in the feel of his wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan, rolling my hips again, grinding my pussy hard into his throbbing heat.
He pulls his lips from my nipples and stares up at me with his black as night eyes.
“Goddammit, you’re fucking hot, Talia, you sexy bitch!” He grabs a handful of my hair at the nap of my neck, pulling it back as his lips land on my neck, sucking hard and nibbling, my flesh stinging under his heat. “I’m going to fuck you so damned hard.”
His words leave my thighs shuddering, my pussy spasming with anticipation against his hardness. He twitches and bucks his hips up toward me impatiently.
“I can’t fucking wait,” he growls, his eyes peering into mine — savage and demanding.
He reaches down between us, his hands delving into my panties as he slides his fingertip over my clit again, then slides down to feel the slickness of my desire.
He groans, shaking his head. “Christ, you’re fucking wet. ”
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he holds my gaze as he tastes me.
“Fucking delicious,” he says, shaking his head. “Are you going to let me fuck you, Talia?”
Speechless, I nod slowly.
“Good girl,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my clit. “I have an idea, though.”
He reaches behind me and hits another button on the dash and the car doors swoosh skyward.
I’m still straddling him, and he grabs my hips, his long, thick fingers digging into my flesh as he carries me out of the car and sits me down on the hood.
I smile up at him as he puts his hand on my chest, and gently pushes me back until I’m lying down, the curve of the car mimicking the arch of my back.
Burn stands between my thighs and begins undressing under the moonlight, slowly removing his clothes in a clear effort to tease me.
It works.
When he pulls his black t-shirt over his head, exposing the ripped muscles that stretch under his skin, my mouth waters.
When he reaches down to unbutton his jeans and step out of them, I can’t tear my eyes away.
And when his massive cock twitches and throbs freely between his legs as he stands up, I begin to question every moment that’s led up to this.
He’s huge. Long and thick and so raw and ready that I have the sudden urge to flee.
My eyes dart behind Burn, wondering how far I’ll have to run to get home.
Before I can sit up, Burn sinks to his knees in front of me, his fingers grabbing my panties and sliding them down my thighs quickly, before delving down, his mouth landing squarely on my pussy, his lips engulfing my clit with his hot wet mouth.
I gasp in surprise, my voice carrying up into the trees.
He moans with pleasure and I lean back, all thoughts of escape completely gone.
His mouth sucks and nibbles at my clit, leaving me writhing in pleasure beneath him. His own moans seem to add to the intensity, knowing he’s enjoying what he’s doing turns me on even more. I open my thighs, welcoming him in as he pulls every ounce of pleasure out of my body.
“Burn, fuck,” I moan, my fingers sinking into his hair, my hips grinding up into his mouth. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers diving into my pussy and leaving me shuddering as the pressure builds to a raging force.
Just before I explode, he eases away and murmurs in my ear. “God, I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”
He leans down, his lips crashing into mine again.
And then, he does what I’ve been waiting for for way too long.
He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t go slow.
He doesn’t hesitate for a fucking second.
He knows I’m ready.
Before I can even take another breath, he slides the head of his cock inside of me.
When he stops, he looks up at me quizzically, his dark eyes cutting right through me.
“Talia?”
“Do it. Fucking do it. Please, Burn, fuck me.”
Slowly, he shakes his head. For a hot second, I think he might refuse.
“Unfuckingbelievable, Talia,” he mutters, before pushing his hips forward.
My eyes widen with surprise at the pain and I yelp.
He leans down, kissing me again, his mouth swallowing up my whimper, his tongue twirling hotly with mine.
He wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly, and thrusts forward, breaking through completely and sliding into me entirely.
I cry out but he only kisses me harder, his mouth grinding into mine as he holds me in place, the scorching heat of the pain seeming to rip through my body.
He growls, his hot throbbing cock twitching against the walls of my pussy.
He breaks the kiss and stares down at me with a storm of desire swirling in his eyes.
“Shh, you got this,” he whispered, shifting his hips. “Just relax.”
I nod, taking a deep breath. And then another. When he senses me relaxing, he begins to slowly move again.
The burn of the pain envelopes me with a hot, stinging heat that I’m sure will take every ounce of consciousness from my body, but just as I think I’m about to crash over the edge, Burn reaches down and begins to gently, but firmly, massage my clit.
“Ah!” I cry out.
“There you go, good girl,” he growls. The combined assault of his cock inside of me for the first time, the burning of the sudden stretching and fullness, the intense shocks of pleasure and pain rocking through me from his touch, send my body exploding in hot waves of intensity that leaves me shuddering in his lap.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight, Talia,” he growls. “I had no idea you’d feel this good! Just relax, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
He grunts, carefully watching me, his dark eyes seeming to clock my every movement as he expertly rubs my clit.
“You like that don’t you, you little slut? You like getting fucked like this? Your little clit is so swollen, look at you,” he sneers.
“God, yes,” I say, my pussy opening up, the burning subsiding and being replaced with the most exquisite cocktail of pain and pleasure that I’ve ever felt. My hips begin moving on their own now, rolling up and down his cock, exploring every angle of this new deliciousness.
“Look at you, baby, your pussy loves my cock, that’s it, ride me, Talia, fuck me,” he grunts, pushing up inside of me as he stands still, watching me writhe on the hood of his car. “You’re so fucking hot, Talia.”
He lifts his hand from my hip and reaches up towards my neck, his fingers gently closing around it, his thumb pressing down on my pulse. His eyes flash with the darkest desire, that evil smirk that hooked me in the beginning stretching across his face.
I know he’s dangerous.
I know he can wreck me in a second.
But somehow, that makes me want him more.
I want his hand on my neck. I want his cock slamming into me with wild abandonment. I want the recklessness of fucking this near-stranger in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the moon to witness whatever he decides to do to me.
He could do anything at all.
And that’s what thrilled me most of all.
Fuck the pain.
I reach up, putting my hand over his as he tightens his grip on my neck. My eyes meet his and I smile back into his darkness, meeting it with my own, as I slowly but steadily pick up the pace of my hips, fucking him harder and faster, slamming up into his cock.
Recklessly.
Dangerously.
Addictively.
His breath catches just as I feel his cock swell inside me.
“Talia,” he warns, his gaze hot and intense. “Your fucking pussy is sending me over the goddamned edge.”
I meet his gaze boldly, lifting my chin, his fingers still wrapped around my neck.
“Come,” I say. “Come inside me, Burn. Fill up my pussy, do it,” I demand.
“You little slut,” he says, releasing my neck and grabbing my hair again, pulling it back and claiming my mouth once more as he takes over now, fucking into me harder, our hips flailing against each other as our bodies search out the release we both so desperately need.
His mouth breaks away again as he grabs my hands now, holding them over my head as he pins me down on the hood with his body.
He slams into me — harder and faster and deeper, with an urgency that seems to possess his entire body.
Just before I climax, he stiffens and grits his teeth.
With a roaring growl, he throws his head back, his cock swelling hotly inside of me, the first splashes of his thick release hitting my walls. Burn cries out in ecstasy, the sound echoing up through the trees in a ribbon of musical pleasure.
I’m left unfulfilled, but I’m too nervous to say anything else as we both suck in harsh breaths of the late night air.