Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

I was only trying to gain some traction in our relationship, but what I ended up doing with Brett only gave him more of the upper hand. It was hard to be weak for someone. I had never let myself get overwhelmed like that before.

I took our relationship to that level thinking I’d wrap him around my little finger.

Instead, he completely unwrapped me.

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But I couldn’t regret it. No, I’d never regret it. If anything, I was seriously considering going even further. I could so see giving Brett my virginity. How fucking amazing would it be to punch my v-card with him?

After what Brett did to me on the hood of his mother’s car, I made him take me through a drive-thru for a burger and a shake. We ended up eating together in the Volvo and snuggling a bit before he took me back home.

There were few words, just this quiet kind of wonder between us. Something was growing inside our young hearts. Something that was both terrifying and exciting. It was the first of many firsts.

That night, after Brett dropped me off, I texted up a storm with Grace. She wanted all the dirty details, and I just had to share it with someone else. She was totally jealous, which was surprising. Apparently even though she and Carson were having sex, he had yet to go down on her or even touch her down there unless it was penetration. Just remembering Brett’s mouth all over me almost brought me to another release.

After saying good night to Grace, I got myself off with my hand. It didn’t feel quite as good as when Brett did it, but I had to make do with what I had. I let him get away with my panties and I couldn’t stop wondering what he might do with them.

That weekend we had our first official date. Brett took me to a movie and I couldn’t keep myself from groping him the entire time. His hand ended up under my skirt and thank God it was dark and we were in the back. He got me off in the theatre with his fingers. While Brett furiously worked my clit, he had to cover my mouth with his other big hand to muffle my moans.

I tried but failed to get him off with just my hand. Though, now that I think about it, it was probably a good thing because we would have had to end our date early if he shot all over himself. So I gave him head in his car and swallowed before we made it to the restaurant for dinner. He dropped me off back at my house and said good night to my parents. I let him get away with another pair of my panties as a trophy of his conquest.

Those first few days of discovering our sexuality with each other were utterly mind-blowing. I mean, seriously, no other guy had ever turned me on like Brett did, the way that Brett did. But when he and I started hooking up, it was like some switch inside me was flipped. I was transformed into some kind of crazy, horny wild animal who just couldn’t get enough of him.

And he took care of me, god did he take care of me. With his mouth, with his hands. He was truly a fucking awesome boyfriend.

We were young, and just having fun. Yet as good as it all was, giving each other oral and hand jobs, enjoying the thrill of messing around, it felt like there could still be something better… an orgasm that was more.

Brett

Holy fuck balls, I was really just trying to keep up with that amazing little fairy of a girl. So beautiful and smart. I know she wanted to see if she could get a hold of me when she took my cock between those beautiful lips, and my god she just about did. But with her something inside me just begged to dominate and lead with her.

I was glad Mandy wasn’t one for playing stupid in front of people. So she sucked at World History, she more than made up for that in math and sciences. She kind of blushed when I asked about how her other studies were going, and she came out to me that she was passing with pretty damn good grades all the way around except for World History. For some reason she just didn’t like it and I could understand that.

I felt the exact same way about English. I hated that shit. I didn’t mind the writing as much as the reading something and then having to figure out what the teacher wanted you to think it was about, not what it actually meant to you. Biology and History were my favorites though. History was my first love, and I wanted to try to major in something to do with history and the study of ancient civilizations when I went to college.

And college was a must, according to my parents. If only they knew how much I wanted to be a professional fighter. They attended a couple of my meets and were very supportive but my mom thought I was crazy to even consider trying to turn pro in MMA.

Maybe I was, but I sure as hell loved to fight and the guys in the gym started calling me the Demon. They said I was pure aggression when I fought, and they were right. I liked to overpower and get right into the mix of things. Fuck the whole circling around for half the fight. Shit like that does have its place, but I wanted to engage if I could, sooner rather than later.

Over the last month and a half, Mandy and I had only grown closer. If I was not at the gym, I was trying to spend time with her. Our dates didn’t always end up with us reaching some type of sexual gratification, but it sure did feature prominently in them. She was such a little mystery of sexiness and innocence that I was starting to feel very grateful that she had chosen me to explore love and intimacy with. It was a very heady thing.

We were both following the old adage of don’t make a relationship purely about sex and instant gratification, trying to also be supportive with each other’s desires and hobbies. I think she was quite patient and caring to come see me at the gym and the dojo, even if some of the times she got really worried about the thumpings I looked like I was taking. She was right there though, cheering me on and consoling me when I didn’t get past the second bracket in a BJJ tournament I was in last month. She didn’t let me focus too much on losing, but told me that I should look at how I was beat and make sure I figured out how to not let that happen again. She was so fucking awesome like that.

I can still see how wide her eyes were when she went with me for my Saturday and Sunday routines. She thought I was crazy for how hard I pushed myself on Saturday, doing my conditioning, but I talked her into letting me pick her up and swing her around like a rag doll as part of my training. Not only was it fun, but it also kept me from getting beat up too bad on Sundays.

Sundays were always a brutal learning experience, though I had to admit it was slowly getting better.

This was a bad day, however. I was wrestling with Chase again, and he was trying to get me to understand how to apply a certain chokehold when I did something stupid and pulled too hard back.

Choked myself right the fuck out.

And the big fucker was laughing so damn hard he accidently dropped me on my beautiful face.

I remember waking up to a big giant face staring down at me, and he was laughing at me so damn hard he had tears in his eyes. I hadn’t really been choked out until then, and the weird sounds and the way everything was fucked up and wonky for a moment was not a feeling I ever wanted to feel again.

“W-wha-what the fuck?” I asked with a slight stutter. Damn, my mind was as slow as my mouth.

“Ya choked yourself out, you little fucker.” Chase was full of mirth, laughing his ass off, but he pulled back and then a beautiful angel bent over me with deep worry lines etched on her face.