Fourteen
N o boyfriend. Why the fuck did I convince myself that she had some asshole coming home to her, and I was the dirty little secret? More of that paranoia shit I had going on? Fuck that.
She was mine now, because if there wasn’t some other guy on the sidelines, then I was going to be everything she needed in future. No more pussyfooting around, because wasn’t life just too fucking short for that shit? I’d get her naked, fuck her how she wanted to be fucked, and win her once and for all.
I hated driving this fucking posh car of hers, but it was quick, and that was what I needed right now. I didn’t need a reminder of where to find her house, because it was something I could never forget now. The place where I could find my woman, and the place where we could be alone, and she’d be safe from the fucker at the club. That was worrying me, the fact that she was technically known to them now, because before that, the only ones who’d known I liked her were Micro and Ice. I wouldn’t have trusted that knowledge to anyone else, and for good fucking reason.
“Slow down, Torch, we’re nearly there.”
“My cock’s about to rip his way through my jeans. You want me walking you to your door with a visible boner? You want me to scandalise your posh neighbours?”
A huffy sigh was her response, but that was okay, because I’d wipe all that huffiness away with what I planned to do to her. I’d fuck all that attitude out of her, and make her all sweet and glazed over with bliss again. She liked that, didn’t she?
“When we get there, get inside fast, because I’m fucking you, the second I have you alone.”
“Oh god, Torch!”
I flicked a glance at her, as I pulled up outside her posh house.
“Don’t go changing your mind on me, woman. I want you naked and taking my cock, like the filthy little whore you are. You’re so desperate for it, you’ll be begging me to use you, won’t you?”
She shuddered, and grabbed the door handle, hurrying to the front of her house, even as I locked the car and followed her. Cars around here probably didn’t need to get locked, but it was a reflex, right?
My next reflex was going to be getting every scrap of clothing off that woman of mine, because naked was how I wanted her every second I was with her.
As soon as the door was closed, I grabbed her hair and pulled her back against me.
“Remember your out if you need it. ‘Phoenix’, yeah?”
A ragged breath was her only answer, so I held her there until her mouth and brain caught up with each other, and worked in sync.
“Yes!” She gasped, leaning back into my tight grip.
“Your room, naked, on your knees, right fucking now, bitch.”
She practically ran as soon as I released her hair. Perfect. I couldn’t wait to fuck her until we were both in a fucking coma. First though, I turned and checked the door, making sure it was locked tight and secure. Horny or not, her safety was my fucking priority and always would be.
My phone was next, and I dug it out of my pocket, switching it off and dismantling it. I didn’t want anyone tracking me while I was with her. I should have thought of it sooner, but just like she seemed to lose the capacity to speak around me, I often lost my ability to think clearly. What a great pair we made.
“Ready or not, slut, I’m coming for ya,” I called as I started on up the stairs, already easing out of my cut, and t-shirt, resting them carefully on the floor outside her room. I could minimise her issues, by getting naked before I even join her, couldn’t I?
When I stepped into her bedroom, stark bollock naked, and saluting the fucking ceiling, I saw that my good slutty girl had followed my orders to the letter. She was naked, kneeling on her bedroom carpet, and eyeing me like I was her first meal in fucking days. I was about to be, that was for damn sure.
Grace
H e was really here. We were both naked, and he was going to use me again, and give me what I needed. In my day to day life I was the repressed, professional doctor, but in the bedroom, particularly with Torch, I could let myself be reduced to nothing more than something to fuck. Something to use for pleasure, and I knew that anything he did to me would feel amazing, because it was him. And because I knew that afterward, he’d take care of me, and hold me, and make sure I was okay, because he actually cared.
“Crawl over here, slut, lick my cock and show me you deserve it. I’m not so sure you do,” Torch murmured, standing a metre away from me, and watching with an amused grin as I instantly started crawling to him, my hands reaching for his cock before he stopped me.
“Did I say you could touch me? You’re shit at following instructions, aren’t you? You’re clearly not worthy of sucking my cock, Grace. I wonder what I should use you for instead…”
Oh god. DO something to me, anything. Just use me, Torch. I couldn’t get the words out, but somehow I knew he could hear them regardless. He seemed to understand my needs exactly, and I’d realised my mistake already too. He’d told me to lick him, not touch him. I had to listen better if I wanted everything with him.
“Touch yourself, babe. Rub that whore’s pussy for me, and show me how you get off.”
Torch was still standing over me, his cock jutting proudly in my direction. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly, that I was reaching for it again, before I realised what I was doing.
“Jesus, you’re just fucking obsessed with my cock, aren’t you, you desperate little bitch? Bend over the fucking bed and spread your legs.”
I gasped, scrambling up from the floor, and practically staggering to the bed on shaky legs, as I assumed the position he’d demanded.
It sounded like he’d left the room, but he was back so fast I must have imagined it. His hands came down roughly on my butt cheeks, and he spread them, biting down on the fleshy part of one side, before he leaned down and licked between my legs. His tongue travelled up, circling my anus, and making me squirm at the wrongness of it.
“Ever been fucked in this tight little repressed ass, bitch? I kinda wanna ram my fat cock in it and stretch it wide.”
Oh my god. I was shaking my head rapidly, even as I tried to fight the appeal of his question, of what he wanted to do to me. It wasn’t something a prim and proper doctor did, was it? I’d seen it in porn though, and it looked so erotic, so satisfying. Would it hurt? Probably, but did I want to try? Yes, but… no, no I really shouldn’t.
Torch chuckled, like he could hear my internal argument, shoving a finger deep inside my slick pussy, triggering that familiar disconnect between the anxiety ridden part of my brain, and the rest of me. Yes! Free me from my mind, and take me.
That finger thrust several times, not gentle, but gliding easily through the need making me wetter by the second. The finger slid back out of me, and I whined, but it was back. Only it was back somewhere it hadn’t been yet. Sliding around my asshole, before it pressed slowly inside.
“No!”
Torch paused, then chuckled again, his finger starting to press deeper and retracting, pumping in and out of my ass, despite the argument. He was ignoring what I wanted! I opened my mouth to say it again, and some of the brain fog cleared, reminding me that he’d effectively given me a safeword, and I hadn’t used it. If I didn’t use it, then no didn’t necessarily mean anything, did it? That was the whole point of safewords. He hadn’t called it that, but that was what it was.
“Whoa, this is one tight virgin ass, babe. You can barely take my finger, so imagine how much of a struggle it’ll be to squeeze my thick cock in here. It’ll probably break you in two, probably do some damage when I try. Beg me to take your pussy instead.”
Thank god! I started begging, but his finger kept thrusting into my ass, over and over, and then two thick fingers eased inside my pussy, ramming deep, rough, alternating with the finger in my ass, which was still moving more gently. He wasn’t pushing me beyond anything I could take, was he?
“St… stop…” I hissed, not meaning it for a second, but knowing that it wouldn’t stop him anyway. There was a sense of relief in that fact, in that realisation, that being verbally argumentative wouldn’t risk him stopping something I wanted him to keep doing.
Testing that fact, as he leaned down and started thrusting his tongue in my ass, I gasped out the words, “Torch, no!” and thankfully he didn’t stop a damn thing. He eventually replaced his tongue with two fingers, and I felt pleasure starting to ripple through me as he plundered both holes with his fingers, growling low under his breath as he did.
“Give in and fucking come on my fingers, slut. I wanna feel your pussy and ass trying to choke them, and then I’ll let you have my cock.”