Double Dare

Zac watched her with hungry, possessive eyes, his mouth braced in a tense smile.

They stood in the train and a skinny black youth played guitar further down the carriage. He began to sing a Bob Marley song, and Abby listened as he sang in a beautiful voice, but with missing and distorted words. He'd obviously memorized it but didn't speak English. She smiled up at Zac and leaned into him, putting her back against his chest. He bent down to kiss her ear.

His cock was hard against her, she pressed close to it. She moved against him to the slow rhythm of the mutant Marley song, and he growled in her ear. The barely retrained thrust of his body against hers led a tremor from her thighs to her throat. Her shoulders dropped back as her buttocks rose up inside his hips. She became suffused with a craving for his thrusts, everywhere and turned to look at him, to show him her desire.

"I want you to fuck me hard, Zac. I want you to use me, bite me. I want you to come all over me, mark me with your touch." Her fingers rose to his mouth.

Her statement hung in the air between them. Then he closed his hands over her arms and pulled her back against him. The singer moved down the train, collecting euros from the occupants. When he got close Zac folded two notes into his hand. He grinned at the pair of them and gave them a little swaggering bow as he moved off.

When they got off the train, Zac took her hand and she had to speed to keep up with him. His mouth was lined in a contained smile, his eyes dark with passion. He grabbed the keys at reception and headed for the elevator. As it glided up they stared silently at one another across the space. There was a possessive look in his gaze as it passed over her. It made her feel weak. It was that simmering passion that she always saw in him, but it was hot and hard and close to the surface, ready to blow.

His fingers closed over her wrist. Her sex clenched. She reached for his mouth and they shared a kiss that evolved from intimacy to passion. When they broke the kiss, the elevator had stopped and the doors were open.

Inside the room, he stood in the darkness and the light from the corridor was swept away from her body as he shut the door behind them. The only illumination was a small corridor of light from the window which fell over the bed. She stood close to him and listened to the sound of her own breathing. She felt the air clinging to her lungs.

He moved towards her and she felt his hands slide around her neck and up the back of her head. His tongue plied her lips open and pushed in to line her mouth with its probing touch. He kept her head still with his hands while he tasted her deep and she melted at the exploration. She felt trapped, caught like a wisp that had been floating in his aura. Now he was drawing her in. Her body began to tremble.

Her skin was a whirlpool of sensation beneath his hands, his fingers the dragnet that would capture the sensations and draw them back to his focus. She felt his skin beneath her fingers as they slid down the line of his throat and inside his shirt. Her body felt the kiss of shifting material as he dragged the close fitting velvet up over her body, to lift it over her head. The dress dropped to the floor near her feet. He traced patterns of movement over her naked back and she felt a fever of longing dart out from his fingertips along her spine. He stroked her nipples, tweaked them both.

Needles of harsh stimulation raced through her.

"How hard do you want it?"

"Hard Zac, hard. Use me."

His mouth descended to her throat. She felt the pluck as her skin was drawn into his mouth. He crept between her breasts and her hands held his head as he sucked deeply in her cleavage, his teeth grazing her. He turned his head and passed beneath her left breast and she felt the bite of his teeth on the skin that covered her caged heart. She responded with a sweet cry of supplication and stroked his head.

He moved her to the bed, pushing her down on to it. He ducked down between her legs and she felt his mouth press deep into th

e inside of her thigh and brand her heavily where her thigh curved into her groin. She moaned and gave herself up to him. She felt his belt slide over her skin as he undid his jeans and she began to lift her legs around his denimed hips.

She heard the rip of the condom and saw him moving, her eyes growing accustomed the gloom. He moved over her, his erection rigid against her sensitive pussy. It was so hard and hot that her body snaked with carnal lust for it. She contracted inside.

"Take me, take me," she whispered. She wanted to be consumed by the brooding force that surrounded her. She wanted to offer herself as a sacrifice on the altar of sexuality.

He thrust into her, moving her across the surface of the bed with the power of his lunge.

She lifted her legs around him, moving his erection deeper inside her between each of his thrusts, until her legs hung over his shoulders and he seemed to thrust right through her whole body each time. His hands seemed to be all over her, claiming her.

Each thrust she rode with ecstasy, awaiting the next to lift her with its power. He bent over her and she folded beneath him as she felt his breath come closer, louder. His hips began to move slow and deep. She felt the swell of his cock throb against the neck of her womb then the touch of his hand between her buttocks, circling her anus.

"Ready for more?"

"Everything," she gasped, "Use me Zac, I'm yours."

He pulled out, stroking her juices down and into the pucker of her anus. One finger eased inside her, readying her.

Her anus twitched, opened then clenched on the digit. It felt so large, how would she manage his massive cock there?

He circled his finger, sending wild skittering sensation through her innards. Her clit was jerking, her sex clenching itself, her body turned on to dangerous levels.

"I want every ounce of you, Abby."

She knew he was asking permission, but could barely respond because her entire lower body was shuddering with sensation and words wouldn't form. Her hands clutched at the sheets of the bed. "Please," she whispered.

She felt his cock beneath her buttocks as he lifted her with his free hands. Slowly removing his finger, he eased his cock inside her, probing into her anus, his hands firm and strong on her buttocks as he lifted her entire lower body from the bed to access her back passage, pulling her buttocks apart to relax and enter her. Blistering sensation roared through her pelvis and spine as he pushed his cock deeper, inch by glorious inch, hard and determined.

She was full to capacity, strung out, her spine beading with sweat, an animal speared and made boneless for his pleasure. He ground into her, slow and deep, his teeth gritted, close to spilling. In the dim light she could see the muscles in his neck standing out, his eyes barely open as he watched her. She growled and urged him on, wanting it all, her arms flung back over her head, her hair tangled across the bed. She felt dirty and depraved, yet so true and honest—giving it all, taking it all and loving every moment.