"You wanna send me a reward for findin' that wallet of yours?"
That line inspires all kinds of horrible ideas…and now I finally get to use them. Tad more graphic this time around…just a word of warning. Of course, I hope you enjoy Cherie! This is for you darling. =) BIG love to SSPI for the review, and love to my faithfuls. Enjoy!
"Don't get any closer." Her voice sounded feeble as she was backed into her own apartment. The dark, dangerous stranger just chuckled, passing through the doorway and closing the door quietly behind him.
"That's not the tune ya sang earlier, sweetheart." Cherie swallowed and tried to fight away the imagery. What had she been thinking? Only hours prior, she'd allowed a complete stranger to put his hand down her pants. As she dwelled on the thought, her eyes went to his large hands. He followed her gaze and wiggled his fingers at his sides, his grin spreading over his pouty lips.
"I was scared." She blurted out, trying to avoid his knowing glances. His head shook slowly as he stepped a little further towards her.
"If I remember correctly, you were purrin' like a kitten when I had my fingers inside ya." Cherie trembled at the words, realizing with acute shock that she was delighting in his crass recollection. "Got ya wet before I even touched ya." She closed her eyes for a moment, her face blazing.
"Please leave." He might be outrageously good looking, but he was a criminal, in her home. A man capable of violence. She had no idea what he could do to her and she was genuinely frightened.
"Say it like ya mean it." He purred, moving closer in silent strides. His expression wasn't angry, or even predatory. It was almost teasing.
"Leave." She repeated, her voice wheezing from her throat. Her pulse was so loud it clogged her ears. When he shook his head and repeated himself, she almost couldn't hear him.
"Come on, Cherie. Tell me what ya want." Her chest ached.
"I want you to leave." With a smirk, he shook his head.
"Strike three. You're out." Tripping over her own feet, she tried to step back as he advanced further. "My turn. Wanna know what I want?" Cherie's hands fumbled for anything to hold onto, to shield herself with, but her fingers met a cold surface. He'd cornered her to a bare, solid wall.
"No." She whispered, shaking her head. He smirked again.
"Want another try? Cuz that was weak." Swallowing, she pressed her back to the wall as he moved in.
"No?" He placed his palms on either side of her head, bending his elbows to lean in close. Then, with a breathy laugh, he shook his head.
"That was even worse." With one of his hands, he played with a loose piece of her hair, running a big finger over the fine strands. "I wanna hear ya cum for me again." He purred, looking from her eyes to her mouth. "And when ya do, I'm gonna be deep inside ya." A whine caught in her throat and her body responded against her will. She knew how talented he'd been with only his hands; what he could do with more made her burn with anticipation. His smile returned and he brushed his nose over her cheek, trailing his hot mouth to her ear.
"Would ya like that, Cherie?" She shivered and his breath beat against her bare collarbone. "Do ya want me ta fuck ya?" Her mind was a scribbled mess. On one side, her logic was reeling and screaming, pounding on her skull in fury. Every single reasonable person on earth would be scared of the large man whispering his intentions into her ear. But her body was reacting all on its own. Her panties were on their way to joining the ruined pair she'd tossed in the garbage earlier that evening. Pictures flooded her mind. She wanted his hands on her sensitive mound again, teasing her slickened flesh and swollen nub. But then she thought about his cock. Her body tingled insatiably when she pictured the engorged shaft, pumping in and out of her small opening.
He watched her as she panted in silence, cheeks blushing a dark scarlet with each passing beat of her heart. She could feel his eyes, flicking over her lips as his mouth lingered inches away.
"If ya don't say no soon, I'm gonna take that as a yes." He growled. "Cuz I can't wait around, sweetheart. I've been hard as a rock since I felt ya all over my hand." Her knees buckled a little and she slipped slightly on the wall, weak from his overpowering sexuality. He wasn't apologetic for his animalistic need. She had aroused him with her pleasure at his touch; now, he was back for more. "Already had ta jerk off thinkin' about it."
"Jesus." She finally gasped, overwhelmed at last. He purred a laugh into her ear.
"Say the magic word, Cherie. Do ya want me?" When he pulled back to look in her eyes, she took one glance at his bright baby blues and was lost. With a sudden lurch, she crushed her lips to his, clumsily grasping at his jacket. His chest thundered with a groan and he wasted no time returning the kiss, using both his hands to cradle her head and pull her in.
Moments after he'd invaded her home, he invaded her mouth with his tongue, tasting her roughly with every plunge. She was breathless, gasping for air when he would break away only to attack again, biting at her lips until they were red. His technique was incredible. Her stomach felt like it was ready to burst and she let out a whine when his hands grasped her thighs and lifted her from the floor. In a swift movement, he pressed his hips between her legs and pinned her, rocking his hot, denim-clad erection into her thin, cotton shorts.
"Yes." She relinquished the word involuntarily, the delicious friction making her squirm in his arms. His lips latched to her throat and he sucked without restraint, groaning repeatedly as his crotch ground against hers.
"Louder." He grunted, speeding his rhythm until her head was swimming. Cherie dug her nails into the tough leather on his back, her toes curling as he brought her to orgasm through her shorts.
"Oh...my…god." She whimpered and sucked on her bottom lip, tensing as she unraveled on the wall. It was pure excitement, building her up and shattering her in that moment. As the high faded, she took a deep breath. He smelled like smoke, a bit of cologne, and man. No description: just man. A man who was ready to devour her, and she really wanted him to.
"Bedroom." She whined the word into his ear, clawing at the jacket on his back. It was a hindrance, blocking her from the body beneath. The time for resistance was long past; acceptance and enthusiasm had taken its place. He didn't even ask for directions, seizing her by her ass and growling as he carried her. His massive palm gripped the back of her head and he consumed her mouth, panting aggressively while they felt their way down the hall. It took her a moment to realize his struggle. She felt the torture of arousal, it was hard not to, but she'd climaxed once already. He hadn't. His breathing was erratic and his hands were getting rougher, grabbing and groping her legs. In her head, she could imagine him giving up and just spreading her on the floor. This man could take her in a heartbeat; he could ravage her without mercy, yet his sturdy stride took them to the end of the hall. Without a pause, he lifted a leg and kicked open the door into the adjacent wall with a bang.
He dropped her and she let out a shocked yelp, falling onto her mattress. All of his seductive touches and smooth talk were a memory as he ripped his jacket and t-shirt over his head. He wanted her and he'd gotten permission, so he wasn't wasting time. When his hands went to his fly, Cherie swallowed and followed his lead, stripping out of her shorts and panties. She was on fire, lying across her bed as he dropped his pants to his knees.
"Come 'ere." He purred, looking unabashedly between her legs. It made her face burn, the look in his eye. Primitive and sexual. Scooting a little closer on the bedspread, her heart was throbbing in her throat when he slipped his boxers down his thighs. The sound she made was unintelligible; it was a hungry, guttery cry.
His hand closed around his girth, stroking slowly as she watched. He was absolutely huge. After she contemplated the pleasure offered by his size, she felt a twinge of anxiety also. There was no way he would be gentle. The primal need in his eye made her stomach turn, but not in fear. She was foolishly unafraid of him. It was all too good to be afraid.
He leant over the bed and slipped his tongue into her mouth, flexing his arms as he held himself up over her body. The black tattoos on his neck continued all over his torso, wrapped around his arms and shoulders, drifting low to the top of his abs. She kept her eyes open as he kissed her, running her hands over his chest in absolute awe. How was it he could be so gorgeous? Before she could ponder the question much longer, he released her mouth and slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her hips from the bed.
Somehow, in the midst of her study, he'd expertly rolled on a condom and she gasped as he rubbed the length of his hot cock along her wetness. He growled through his teeth, nibbling her throat as he tested her with agonizing strokes. Cherie held her breath until she couldn't stand it, whining the air from her chest.
"I wanna hear ya, Cherie." He grunted. "All of it." She dropped her head back and closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of him. So close to what she craved, but not good enough. Then he moved and she sunk her fingernails into his shoulders.
"Oh GOD!" He'd barely begun entering her and she was aflame. Her voice rang in her own ears, but she didn't let up, whining to match the outburst. After he thrust inside her, he grunted and paused, filling her so completely she couldn't move. She was panting, arching up into his chest. When he finally retreated, her whine became a sigh and her ankles flew to his hips, heels pressing into his ass.
The rhythm was as ruthless as she expected. He snarled with each jolting penetration and bit at her collarbone, licking and panting into her skin. His dick was like nothing she'd felt before. When he was inside her, pleasure pooled deep in her center, throbbing and growing. And when he would pull out, she would rock to meet the next thrust. He never disappointed. Each thrust was intoxicating and dominating, taking every inch she offered. As he quickened, his hips clapped to her thighs and she moaned at the sound, relishing the filthy feeling it evoked.
This wasn't poetic sex; it was raw and frenzied, animalistic yet better than any she'd ever had. There was no emotion here. It was greedy ecstasy.
They'd been moaning and beating the bed into the wall for several minutes when Cherie felt her body tightening and pulsing. Arching hard, she dug her shoulders into the bed.
"Oh fuck…" She couldn't breathe and he roared, picking up the pace to send her over the edge with a strangled scream.
"So good." He rumbled into her ear as her orgasm gripped him in a vice. "Goddamn tight." His hands grabbed her thighs and he bent her legs back. "Cum for me again." Cherie smiled and dropped her head back, exhausted. It wasn't a matter of whether she wanted to, could she even stand another orgasm? Everything was screaming with sensitivity and her body was shaking.
"Yeah." She moaned the word anyway, gripping his sides as he hovered on top of her. He looked up at her face and slowed, pulling out of her body with a groan. With a clenched jaw, he entered her at a torturous pace, ending each thrust with a hard flex of his ass. All the while, his lips never left hers. Once or twice, he would pant and growl from deep in his throat, but never break the kiss. It was her climbing orgasm that forced her from his mouth, crying out in little whimpers as her body coiled for a third time.
"Don't." He growled, smacking a thigh as he grew rougher. "Let me hear." She tossed her head back, mewing.
"More." His spine curled and delivered faster, long thrusts. The warmth in her body collected and burned and she dropped her jaw, silent until the first wave pulsed from her body. Consumed, Cherie shouted into a searing climax, clawing at his back. While her orgasm clamped around him, he sped and came, groaning mightily into her neck before collapsing on her chest.
Instead of awkwardly laying underneath a stranger, she completely passed out. It wasn't a conscious choice, but fatigue took her so quickly she couldn't refuse. With a sweaty, panting man on top of her, Cherie let sleep win.
Her legs felt like jello when she woke the following morning, and everything between her legs throbbed. But it made her smile. She'd been thoroughly laid for the first time in her life. She was naked, sore, and satisfied. Exactly as she should be.
And when she did finally wake up, he was nowhere to be seen.
His clothes were gone and the front door was locked. It was as if he'd never been there, and that didn't bother her; in fact it made the situation comfortable. She didn't need to confront the reality of her sinful romp. It was like a fantastic dream. The only thing he'd left behind was a bottle of tequila.
A few nights later, she discovered the pen marks on the dark label. Standing in the kitchen's light, she smiled when she read the words aloud.
"For next time, Cherie."
So…I get to the end of this and I'm like, hold on…Billy never told her his name. We can't end it that wayyyyy. So…this might turn into a three shot. 'Might' being the key word. I don't want to ruin this by forcing a third chapter, but I'm leaving it open ended for it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Love you all! =)