I look at him questioningly and he stops moving. “Do you trust me?”
Nodding my head at him, I stay completely still as he turns away and walks over to the corner of the room. The room is dark but for a few small track lights in the ceiling, so he’s almost swallowed by the shadows and I can barely make out what he’s doing in the corner. When I hear the door close followed by the sound of the lock being turned, I decide I don’t care what he’s doing. The fact that he’s locked the door means he doesn’t want any interruptions and that can only be a good thing.
I hear a few clicks in the quiet room and a few seconds later, the silence is filled by the low sound of music coming from the speaker right beneath me.
He walks back towards me, coming out of the shadows until he’s standing right in front of me with a black remote control in his hand.
Without a word, he sets the remote down on top of the speaker next to me.
“Strip.”
The one word from his mouth is spoken softly, but with conviction and I have no choice but to comply.
Without getting up from the speaker, I slide the zipper on the side of my skirt down, lifting my hips just enough to push it past my thighs until it drops to my feet and I kick it aside. I maintain eye contact as I move my hands to the hem of my shirt and slowly slide it up my body and over my head, tossing it so it lands right on top of my discarded skirt.
I look at him questioningly and watch wordlessly as he pulls his own shirt off of his body and drops it by his feet. My throat closes up and my mouth waters when I take in that deep vee by his tapered hips and the tight muscles of his abs and chest. He lowers his body to the ground until he’s on his knees in front of me, sliding one hand up the smooth, silky material of my thigh high until his palm is clutching my hip.
“Spread your legs,” he orders quietly.
I do as he asks, spreading my legs until he can inch his large body between my thighs, the bare skin of his stomach pressing against the black lace of the thong covering my sex that’s already wet with need for him. Leaning back on my hands again, I push my lace-covered breasts out, silently willing him to put his mouth on them.
He leans forward and my thighs clench in anticipation of his warm, wet mouth on my nipples. I feel his breath skate over my skin but I don’t feel his lips on me just yet. His other hand reaches for the remote he left sitting on top of the speaker and he brings it between us.
I look down and watch as his thumb presses one of the buttons. The speaker beneath me slowly rumbles to life and the soft, faint strings of music that surrounded us begin to grow louder and louder.
He presses another button and the familiar drumbeat to the opening bars of the song “Closer” begin to thump through the room.
With another quick press of his thumb, the bass on the speaker is turned up until I can feel the pounding pulse of the music vibrating through my body.
I remember listening to the words of this song back in high school and thinking they were so dirty and hardcore. I remember how Trent Reznor’s voice shouting ‘I want to fuck you like an animal’ made me wish I wasn’t so afraid and that one day I’d be brave enough to allow Collin to do just that.
Seeing him kneeling between my thighs, the heat of his body burning against mine while the beat of the song thrums through my core, I realize my silly teenage fantasies completely paled to the reality.
The look in Collin’s eyes as he continues to turn up the bass tells me that he is definitely going to fuck me like an animal right now.
And he’ll make me love every dirty minute of it.
Chapter 14—Just a Little Heat
I CAN FEEL the beat of the music vibrating through her body as I set the remote down and grab her hips, pulling her to the edge of the speaker.
Placing one soft kiss on her lips, I move to her cheek, then to her neck and down the front of her body, leaving a wet trail with my tongue as I go. I press my palms to the inside of her thighs and push them wide apart until she has to lean slightly forward to maintain her balance. Her pussy is now pressed against the hard plastic of the subwoofer and I can tell by one look at her face that she can feel the vibrations of the music thumping against her core. She bites down on her bottom lip as I clutch tightly to her thighs, rocking her slowly back and forth, her pussy bumping against the top of the speaker with each forced tilt of her hips. I tease her, giving her a touch of the vibrating bass before rocking her back away from it, over and over.
Using the tip of my thumb, I pull the scrap of lace, wet from her arousal, away from her body until her bare sex is on full display. Keeping my hands wrapped tightly around the tops of her thighs, I continue rocking her back and forth, reaching over and gently rub her clit with the pad of my thumb.
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I look at him questioningly and he stops moving. “Do you trust me?”
Nodding my head at him, I stay completely still as he turns away and walks over to the corner of the room. The room is dark but for a few small track lights in the ceiling, so he’s almost swallowed by the shadows and I can barely make out what he’s doing in the corner. When I hear the door close followed by the sound of the lock being turned, I decide I don’t care what he’s doing. The fact that he’s locked the door means he doesn’t want any interruptions and that can only be a good thing.
I hear a few clicks in the quiet room and a few seconds later, the silence is filled by the low sound of music coming from the speaker right beneath me.
He walks back towards me, coming out of the shadows until he’s standing right in front of me with a black remote control in his hand.
Without a word, he sets the remote down on top of the speaker next to me.
“Strip.”
The one word from his mouth is spoken softly, but with conviction and I have no choice but to comply.
Without getting up from the speaker, I slide the zipper on the side of my skirt down, lifting my hips just enough to push it past my thighs until it drops to my feet and I kick it aside. I maintain eye contact as I move my hands to the hem of my shirt and slowly slide it up my body and over my head, tossing it so it lands right on top of my discarded skirt.
I look at him questioningly and watch wordlessly as he pulls his own shirt off of his body and drops it by his feet. My throat closes up and my mouth waters when I take in that deep vee by his tapered hips and the tight muscles of his abs and chest. He lowers his body to the ground until he’s on his knees in front of me, sliding one hand up the smooth, silky material of my thigh high until his palm is clutching my hip.
“Spread your legs,” he orders quietly.
I do as he asks, spreading my legs until he can inch his large body between my thighs, the bare skin of his stomach pressing against the black lace of the thong covering my sex that’s already wet with need for him. Leaning back on my hands again, I push my lace-covered breasts out, silently willing him to put his mouth on them.
He leans forward and my thighs clench in anticipation of his warm, wet mouth on my nipples. I feel his breath skate over my skin but I don’t feel his lips on me just yet. His other hand reaches for the remote he left sitting on top of the speaker and he brings it between us.
I look down and watch as his thumb presses one of the buttons. The speaker beneath me slowly rumbles to life and the soft, faint strings of music that surrounded us begin to grow louder and louder.
He presses another button and the familiar drumbeat to the opening bars of the song “Closer” begin to thump through the room.
With another quick press of his thumb, the bass on the speaker is turned up until I can feel the pounding pulse of the music vibrating through my body.
I remember listening to the words of this song back in high school and thinking they were so dirty and hardcore. I remember how Trent Reznor’s voice shouting ‘I want to fuck you like an animal’ made me wish I wasn’t so afraid and that one day I’d be brave enough to allow Collin to do just that.
Seeing him kneeling between my thighs, the heat of his body burning against mine while the beat of the song thrums through my core, I realize my silly teenage fantasies completely paled to the reality.
The look in Collin’s eyes as he continues to turn up the bass tells me that he is definitely going to fuck me like an animal right now.
And he’ll make me love every dirty minute of it.
Chapter 14—Just a Little Heat
I CAN FEEL the beat of the music vibrating through her body as I set the remote down and grab her hips, pulling her to the edge of the speaker.
Placing one soft kiss on her lips, I move to her cheek, then to her neck and down the front of her body, leaving a wet trail with my tongue as I go. I press my palms to the inside of her thighs and push them wide apart until she has to lean slightly forward to maintain her balance. Her pussy is now pressed against the hard plastic of the subwoofer and I can tell by one look at her face that she can feel the vibrations of the music thumping against her core. She bites down on her bottom lip as I clutch tightly to her thighs, rocking her slowly back and forth, her pussy bumping against the top of the speaker with each forced tilt of her hips. I tease her, giving her a touch of the vibrating bass before rocking her back away from it, over and over.
Using the tip of my thumb, I pull the scrap of lace, wet from her arousal, away from her body until her bare sex is on full display. Keeping my hands wrapped tightly around the tops of her thighs, I continue rocking her back and forth, reaching over and gently rub her clit with the pad of my thumb.
I move my thumb in time with the beat of the music as I drag it up and down over her clit. I continue the rocking motion with my hands, pulling the lower half of her body forward and watching as her pussy brushes against the top of the speaker. I feel the muscles of her thighs tighten beneath my hands and watch her hips begin to sway as Finnley starts rocking her lower body, helping me move her. As the momentum of the song picks up, I can feel the tremor of the bass through my tight grip on her thighs and I can only imagine how that vibration feels against her bare pussy.
I start rocking her hips harder and moving my thumb faster. Her hands come up to my shoulders and she clutches them so tightly I’m sure she’s going to leave little crescent marks behind from her nails digging into my skin.
Leaning forward, I press my lips against hers, not kissing her, just breathing her in as she pants with need against my mouth. I watch her pupils dilate and her eyes glaze over as I push her closer and closer to the release she needs. Even through the loud blaring of music, I hear her scream when her orgasm washes through her moments later. I keep my thumb on her clit and rub out every single drop of her release until she finally eases up on the hold she has of my shoulders.
I don’t give her one second to recover. Using the palm of one hand, I press it against her sternum and push her backwards until she’s lying flat on top of the speaker. Her head falls off the back of it and her hands smack down to the edge to hold herself steady as I stare down at the sight before me. Her skin is flushed from her release, her chest is heaving as she tries to breathe and the lips of her pussy are plump and wet, just begging for me to take them in my mouth. It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Dragging my hand down her body until it covers her sex, I use the heel of my hand to press into her. She arches her back and spreads her legs wider for me.
I’m a little sad that the music blaring through the speakers drowns out her soft moans of pleasure and the sound of my name on her lips when she comes, but I let it pass because all I can think about right now is burying my face between her legs and tasting her on my lips again.
I don’t even hesitate. Still keeping her thong pulled to the side with my fingers, I dive forward and wrap my mouth around her clit, sucking her hard and letting my tongue swirl around the swollen bud.
The sweet, musky taste of her explodes on my tongue and I attack her pussy like a starving man, licking and sucking every bit of her. I push my tongue inside of her, swirling it around and coating it with her arousal before sliding two of my fingers away from their hold on her thong to rub circles around her clit. Over and over, I push inside of her body, fucking her with my tongue, while my fingers massage her until her entire body is shaking, on the edge of another release.
Flattening my tongue, I slide it through her slit and continue moving up until I can suck that little jewel filled with nerve endings back into my mouth. She moves her hips frantically, fucking my face while I flick my tongue back and forth until I can feel her pulsing against my lips. I look up the length of her body and see her lift her head just enough to watch what I’m doing. With her eyes boring into mine, I move my face away from her pussy just long enough to let her watch me slide two of my fingers into my mouth. Her lips part with a silent gasp when I pull them out, wet with my saliva, before immediately plunging them inside her as deep as they’ll go. Her head falls back again as the tips of my fingers curl against her g-spot and I lean back in, sucking her clit into my mouth and grazing it with my teeth. Her hips come off the speaker, and remain suspended in the air as she comes for a second time. I feel a rush of liquid seep from her body as her muscles clamp down on my fingers while I continue to lap at her. I know I’m not going to be able to wait a second longer to feel her tight, wet pussy squeezing around my cock like that.
I pull my mouth away from her and quickly stand, unbuttoning my pants just enough to free my erection. She lifts her head and stares at my cock through hooded eyes, licking her lips. I’ve waited almost half of my life to feel her mouth wrapped around my cock again, but right now, I want to be inside of that sweet pussy more. I take a minute to stroke myself while she watches, visions of bringing myself to release with my own hand and coming on her tits clouding my thoughts until I’m so sensitive I need to stop before I do just that.
Pushing that little fantasy into the back of my mind for another time, I grab onto her hands, pulling her to her feet as I switch places with her. When I’m seated, she quickly slides her thong off her body and, placing one knee on either side of my thighs on top of the speaker, she straddles me, rubbing her slit against my cock while the music of Trent Reznor plays on repeat around us. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock as she grabs onto my shoulders and positions her body. When her wet pussy makes contact with the tip, she slowly starts to move down on me, inch by sweet inch until the torture is too much to take.
I smack my hands down on the soft globes of her ass and bring her completely down on top of me, burying my cock in her pussy in one hard pull. Her arms fly around my shoulders, the nails of one hand scraping down the skin of my back as the other slides up into my hair, clenching it roughly in her fist.
She immediately starts to move, lifting herself up on her knees until my cock slides almost completely out before slamming herself back down on top of me. Her eyes never leave mine as she continues to ride my cock so hard I almost see stars. I keep my hands on her ass and help her move faster and harder, her body taking all of me of me inside of her in a pounding rhythm until I’m so lost in the warmth of her pussy that I never want to leave.
She’s so tight and hot wrapped around me that all I can think about is fucking her until we both die from exhaustion. Lifting my hips to thrust up into her, our thighs smack together so hard the speaker starts to shake not only from the music blasting out of it but from the frantic fucking that is currently happening on top of it. I’m never going to be able to walk into this room again without seeing her on top of this thing. I’m never going to be able to run a couple of miles on the treadmill without feeling her bouncing up and down on my cock.
I keep one hand on her ass and move the other up to her head, threading my fingers in her long hair and tugging on it hard enough that she tilts her head back so her neck is right in front of my mouth. I latch my lips against her throat and bite down gently, the salty taste of her sweaty skin sliding against my tongue as I continue to pull her up and down on my cock until I feel my balls start to swell with my release.
Her thighs tighten around mine and she hugs me as close to her body as possible while I continue to suck and nip at her throat. When I feel the noises she’s making vibrating against my lips and the sudden gush of fluid from her pussy, there’s nothing I can do to slow down my orgasm. With one last roll of my hips, I explode inside her body, feeling the walls of her pussy lock down on me like a vise as her own orgasm takes hold, feeding off of mine. She keeps sliding up and down my cock as she comes, her body milking me and prolonging my orgasm until I’m sure I’m going to pass out from pleasure. My cock jerks and pulses inside of her until I can feel my come spilling out of her and dripping down between our thighs.
When my release finally subsides, I flop back on top of the speaker, bringing Finnley with me until she’s sprawled across me, our chests rising and falling in the same hurried tempo as we come down from our high.
After a few minutes, she shifts her body and I feel her pussy clench around my cock one last time. I grab her hips and hold her in place, afraid if she moves again I’m going to lose my mind. My dick should be softening, completely satisfied by now, but I’m still hard. I can’t seem to get enough of her and I’m pretty sure if she moves her hips in the slightest way, I’m going to flip her over and start pounding into her all over again. I’d like nothing more than to do just that, but we need to talk. She said her piece, and now it’s my turn.
She told me she was afraid—and I can only pray that what I have to say won’t scare her even more.
Chapter 15—Line of Fire
EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE and bone in my body has turned to jelly. Somehow I find the energy to get up off of Collin’s chest, leaning down to pick up my discarded clothing while he walks over to the corner of the room and turns off the stereo.
Collin’s eyes follow my every movement as I step back into my panties and slide them up my legs, stopping when I see the look of undisguised misery on his face.
Immediately concerned that he’s having second thoughts about what happened between us, I feel my eyes tear up as I ask, “Everything ok?”
He crosses his arms across his chest, shaking his head as he growls out, “Fuck, no, everything is not ok. Baby, it’s sacrilege to cover that body up.”
I can’t help but smile at him. He just spent nearly an hour working me over, but I’m suddenly ready to go again. I’ve never felt this sexy or wanted in my entire life and it’s a heady feeling.
I’ve finish getting dressed and Collin has pulled his shirt back on and buttoned his pants when I hear the faint sound of men’s voices on the other side of the door.