“Now kiss me,” he said.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight, like that’d help.
“Naw, I’ll kiss you. I’ve been dying to taste these lips since that day I walked into that ice cream shop.” He flipped me over onto my back and then he was on me, his lips were on my lips, his body hard against me. He touched my lips softly with his at first and his lips were soft but strong. He got my bottom lip between his lips and he sucked on it. I couldn’t breathe. He made an “Mmm,” sound against my mouth, then said, “You didn’t kiss back but I’ll give you a pass tonight.” Then he flipped back so that I was back on top of him. His hands were on me, one on my lower back and the other in my hair. My cheek was against his chest. His legs were parted and our pelvises were touching. He was rock hard. If I could see myself I’m sure that I’d see that my eyes were bugging out of my head.
His fingers massaged my scalp; he was playing with my hair a little. But he was quiet. After a long moment of silence I started to take stock of the day. The day that I’d been so excited about for so long had taken such a turn, one I wouldn’t have guessed would happen in a million years, a trillion years. Right now I should be at a party, getting tipsy. I should be cheers’ing with my friends about the fact that we’d made it through high school and should be comforting poor Ruby who had another year before she could go off to college.
I should be getting geared up to move out on my own, buy my own groceries, have full control over the remote. Living in a foster home filled with kids meant you almost never had control of the TV. It’d always been a democracy there where regular compromises had to be made on what would be watched. It meant if you didn’t tackle the bag of cookies on grocery shopping day the only snacks around until next week was fruit. It meant hustle and bustle and loudness, occasional spats, constant cold showers because someone else used up all the hot, but lots and lots of hijinks, lots of laughter.
I should be excited about the next chapter in my life. Another chapter was starting, though. Only it was one I hadn’t anticipated. Instead of having the night I should be having, I was in the arms of a criminal. My life was at stake. My father’s life at stake. Either I got to be married to this criminal, got to be his unwilling sex slave, or got shipped off to be someone else’s sex slave.
If anyone had told me that morning I’d spend the night in the bed and in the arms of my Ice Cream Parlor Hottie in his hacienda style house I’d have told them they were nuts but the very idea of it would’ve melted my panties off. I’d never have been able to predict what’d wound up transpiring. I guess the moral of the story was, Be Careful What You Wish For.
I was exhausted in mind and body. I had somehow gone from trembling to completely still against him. He was muscular, strong, and holding me like I was something precious. What a contradiction!
His hand occasionally moved either up or down my back and every once in a while I’d feel his lips or fingers moving in my hair. A whimper involuntarily escaped my lips and then he was pulling my leg up to wrap it around him. I was pretty much totally on top of him, trying hard to ignore the erection poking me against my inner thigh. I tried to ignore the fact that it was scaring the heck out of me. I worried that the longer I lay here awake the more likely he would do something sexual so I decided I should try to sleep. I just wanted this day over. I had no idea what tomorrow would bring but today had kicked me upside the head and it needed to be done. I cried softly, tears dropping onto his naked chest. He just stroked my head and my back as if he was the solution, not the problem. Then he took my right hand and held it against his chest over his heart, not letting go. His left hand was moving up and down my back. My left hand was at my side, clenched into a fist.
I don’t know how long I laid there crying on him, lying in a puddle of tears on his chest, while he stroked my hair and my back and rhythmically stroked my fingers with his thumb on his chest against his loudly beating heart but eventually I felt my eyes droop. This beast was comforting me by holding me and stroking me and somehow it was working. I guessed it was working because it had to work. My fist loosened and my breathing started to even out. I had to act like I had no problem lying with my body on his or else he’d take me against my will. Or maybe I just shut down out of being totally, completely, devastatingly overwhelmed.
Tommy
She felt so fucking good in my arms. I was a ‘wham, bam, fuck off, ma’am’ kind of guy. Not one to spoon a chick after I fucked her, not one to snuggle up with. Not ever. I’d always just left after sex, never prescribed to the whole ‘aftercare’ bit after a scene. Why did this feel so good, so right? Why did I make this deal with her tonight? The answer in my head was crystal clear. Because she was mine. I hadn’t even fucked her yet but she was already mine; I knew it in my core that it was my job to look after her so that’s what I wanted to do. Right now, holding her, her sleeping on me, felt so fucking right. I was jumping ahead to a result I wanted but that I wasn’t patient enough to wait to earn.
I was surprised at myself, my actions. Earlier today I couldn’t wait to fuck her. Couldn’t wait to tear those panties down and plunge into her, holding her by the hair while I showed her who she belonged to. When she got mouthy with me I wanted to haul her over my knee and spank her until she begged for mercy. Now, I just wanted to comfort her. I wanted that even though I knew being here with me was the source of her tears.
Her life had shattered into a million pieces by that douche bag of a father of hers. Right now I just wanted her to stop trembling and fall asleep in my arms. I wanted those stress lines off her pretty face. I felt a warm tingling in me as I heard her breathing even out. A while later I touched her cheek and when I did, she, obviously asleep, nuzzled into me, like she did want to be there. I let out a long breath and closed my eyes, deciding that while Greg O’Connor had paid his debt to my fathe
r, now he owed me something. I gritted my teeth. I was going to make him pay dearly for doing this to her.
Tia
Sensation woke me. Sensation between my legs. What was happening? I opened my eyes. I was in Ice Cream Parlor Hottie’s bed, Tommy Ferrano’s bed, on my back. It was bright in the room. Daylight. Then it hit me that he was nestled between my legs, with his mouth on me down there. Holy crap.
I felt my entire body go tense. I couldn’t see him. He was under the blankets. But he had my hips in his hands and his tongue was flicking down there, on my clit. He was doing to me what he’d done to that cherry. Fuck!
My panties were sliding down, down, down, and off. No one had ever done this to me. Truthfully, I was the only one who had ever given myself an orgasm and I always stopped probably a bit short because the intensity always frightened me. The few sexual partners I’d had were more interested in getting themselves off than even figuring out where the clit was. But Tommy Ferrano was in between my legs, tongue swirling around my girlie parts, and my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. He sure knew where it was. And I was about to go off like a hand grenade with the pin pulled out.
Holy shit that felt intense! He flicked the covers off and now I didn’t just feel it, I could see it. He looked up at me, twirled his tongue, sucked inward, and then he gave me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen in my whole damn life. He was the ice cream parlor guy right now, my fantasy come true. Messy bedhead, twinkling eyes pale brown looking sparkly almost like quartz or something, all muscles and male scent coming off him. Was I dreaming? My head rolled back and my back arched and I let out a squeak as sensation rolled through me.
Tommy
She was like heaven, wrapped tight around my tongue. She had a tight shaved pussy that, when I spread her folds apart, was so pink and perfect that taking those panties off felt like Christmas morning. She tasted a little like pineapple. What was even more amazing was the way she was responding. I’d woken up at dawn with her sprawled across me, looking, feeling, and smelling gorgeous. It was the longest uninterrupted sleep that I could remember. I was always up two or three times a night but I’d slept 7 hours straight and woke up with this goddess draped over me, her silky hair fanned out across my shoulder, her fingertips touching one of my nipples, her hot palm had skated across my skin and she’d let out a sleepy moan as I’d run my fingers through her hair. So I’d flipped her over and kissed my way down the shirt and nestled between her legs while I pushed those silky black panties down. She was so responsive, moaning in her sleep and spreading her legs for me. She tasted so good, sounded so sweet when she moaned, and she was mine, moaning for me. Something about that just called to me on a deep level.
When her eyes had opened and she looked so flushed but didn’t pull away, instead arched and let out that hard shudder and high pitched “Ah!” it was perfection. My hand slid up and cupped a breast, feeling the silky tip harden under my touch. Fuck, I had to be inside of her. Now.
Tia
After giving me the most intense orgasm I’d ever had and the only orgasm I’d ever had not alone, he rose up my body and settled directly on top of me, looking at me with a smile on his face. I was wide-eyed and probably red faced and more than anything, I was freaking scared. The earth had just shattered and I was in pieces. If I was red-faced, it was because I was embarrassed. He’d caught me off guard, doing this to me while I slept. And I was afraid because I didn’t know what was next.
He reached down, not breaking eye contact with me, and freed his erection from his underwear. I was about to protest but in an instant, he’d pushed inside of me, hard and to the root. His eyes sparkled as I winced. He still had my gaze locked with his.
“Not a virgin,” he whispered, “but close.”
I closed my eyes and chewed my lip, absorbing the feel of him and at the same time continuing to let the horror sink in.
“Tell me, baby girl,” he whispered huskily in my ear, “Anybody ever make you come like that?”
I would’ve gulped but I couldn’t swallow. I stared at the ceiling, to avoid his face. My face was beet red, I was sure, but I had goose bumps everywhere, too.