Author's Note: Last chapter is here! Thanks to the people who read and reviewed, you're great! I love entertaining people, it makes it all worth it. And thanks to Valu for the idea! I hoped you enjoyed your request! Us pervs need to stick together! :D
If you're interested in a more taunting, sexual story, I'm also writing a short fic using Rodrick Heffley from the movie, Diary of Whimpy Kid (google him; he's lovely 3) and my OC, who is based off of the singer, Porcelain Black. It's called "Wicked Game." Check it out! :D
Enjoy!
~Much love
Chapter 4
"Oh my.." he purred, his previously cold tone melting into a sexually piqued voice.
There she stood in the doorway: a black lace bra enveloping her small perked breasts, and matching lace framed black panties lining the curve of her hips.
Mitchie smiled so tranquilly, her ember eyes catching the golden glow of the nearby lamplight. A hand lifted off of the doorframe, her fingers playfully curling around her thick dark hair. Innocence clashed with peaking sexuality. The moment was fully wrapped around her little finger.
Her lover put aside the cherry red guitar carefully, his gaze firmly withheld onto her as he did so. His eyelids lowering sluggishly, sensually; he smirked as he motioned for her to come to him.
She shook her head, wagging her finger from side to side.
"I need you to pay attention to what I have to say.." she whispered, leaning her back against the doorframe.
Mitchie slid down the frame slowly, her hands rising up above her head to trail down with her. Her curved legs strong in stature, she rose up the frame gracefully, turning her body to face Shane once again. It appeared that she planned to incorporate what she learned today into the bedroom antics.
The young man watched with full attention, gently biting into his lower lip as he observed. His midnight eyes trailed to her bosom, which was modest, but just as lovely and supple as any other pair. He loved them for they were his to kiss and squeeze, and no one else's. His gaze then went down to her hips, which swayed as smoothly as the sea waves, each aquatic swing more and more tempting to seize her pale olive hips with his large hands.
"What I'm learning…isn't bad."
She walked on the tips of her toes as she made her way toward Shane, her body in fluid motion. Her knees settled on both sides of his waist, careful not to tip over the chair. He was now the silver pole, inanimate and helpless for her to work with as she wished. A smirk graced his plump rose lips as he looked up into her eyes. Mitchie's face was now above his, curtains of dark cacao tresses framing her visage. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she maneuvered her crotch over his groin, the tender material of her panties sailing over his bulge.
"I need you to be ok with it," she mumbled into his ear, feeling him quiver beneath her hot breath. "This could all be for you, you know.."
Illustrating her point, Mitchie continued to wiggle her crotch into his lap and torso, her fingers roaming through his thick black hair. The young lady arched her back, her bosom right against his lips. Shane kissed the flesh between her breasts, nipping at the pesky bra that hid away the twin beauties. She sighed with pleasure, his lips so perfectly shaped against her skin. A subtle tingle birthed along her spine. She fought to keep her legs in position, recalling Ruby's advice to channel the pain into sensual energy. 'Pain is pleasure…Hmm,' she pondered.
Her lap dance coming to a close, Mitchie leaned in to nip at his ear lobe. She could hear a small gasp escape his lips; she was pleased. The nipping progressed into tongue laps along the earlobe. Shane shifted his head over to the young lady's neck. He suckled the flesh between his lips, his teeth grazing over now and then. Red territorial marks adorned her neck, her head leaning back. Shane raked his fingers through her hair before grasping lightly, pulling her head back further for better access to her throat. Melodic sighs followed each suckle and wet kiss.
He bit into her pale olive skin, evoking a surprised gasp from Mitchie. The pain rapidly melted into pleasure, and she could not refrain from asking for more. Shane heeded the call, and smirked as he bit gingerly into the skin. Her fingers grasped his hair, pulling tighter as he devoured her exposed flesh with his lips and teeth.
It all stopped once Shane lifted Mitchie up with him as he rose from the chair. He dashed the short distance to the bed, descending onto the mattress with the young lady below him. They shared a violent kiss, tan hands working to remove a black lace bra. The removal of the panties followed in suit, his fingers tracing along the outer lips of her clit. She moaned lightly, her lips sealed. Mitchie's tiny hands slid over his sides, and down to the rim of his denim pants. He cared not for his own clothes; Shane only wanted to get her nude…now.
Clothing took flight in random directions, discarded like menial royal servants. Nude bodies now entwined, limb over limb. Shane's thick digits slicked over her opening, her warm juices coating his fingers. The young lady whimpered, her eyes sealed shut. One finger was inserted into her opening, a loud whimper sounding off.
"My God.." Shane moaned.
She was so tight.
Pleased with the sounds she made, he slid in a second finger, spreading her opening wider. Her head thrashed to the side, her clit becoming wetter by the second. After several minutes of thrusting fingers, Shane removed them slowly. He suckled his fingers of the juices, her feminine musk accelerating his already rapid heartbeat. Lashes fluttered opened as Mitchie watched her lover stare at her with bedroom eyes glazed over, plump lips parted. Enough of idleness! She shot up to push Shane over onto his back, her thighs straddling his sides aggressively.
Taking hold of his hard member, the young lady seductively watched his expression as she drew the tip of his shaft around the lining of her vagina. He moaned lightly, feeling his length engorge with more desire and desperation. Her tiny hand tightened its grip around his length, the tender flesh as hot as the flames of the underworld.
"Yeah?" she breathed, taunting Shane. "You want inside, huh?"
"Give it," he ordered with gritted teeth, his large hands cupping her plush buttocks.
"Only when I say," Mitchie said, her grin wide and devilish.
A siren claiming her hopeless victim, Mitchie thrust his length deep into her vagina, her walls twitching and clenching. Shane grunted at the beautiful sensation; an aching void was filled. A soft squeal escaped her lips as she lifted her hips up, only to smash down onto Shane's member. The pair of heated youths shouted in pure euphoria, electricity surging throughout their bloodstreams.
Thrust down…and down..
Harder…Faster..
"Unnngg!" she moaned, her thighs beginning to scream.
Before she knew it, the young lady's hips were taken hostage by tan hands. Shane violently brought Mitchie down into his crotch, grinding his teeth. Russet waves danced in the motion, her eyes seeing only threads of dark hair and the white wall before her. Her vision then flashed between black and white lights, bits of red rimming them. All that her brain could register now was the liquid fire swimming throughout her body. Her legs could not support her upper body any longer. The sensation…the explosion…the fire…
"Huuuh…Huuuuh! Mmmm…Aaahh!"
The final collapse.
Bodies embraced, sweat trickling down. Mitchie lay her cheek flat against his broad chest. Her vision was returning to normal, her breath still shallow. She could feel her lover place a hand on the small of her back, his palm thick and warm. The breathless young lady trailed an index finger in swirling patterns upon his chest, lovingly watching it rise with each inhale…exhale.
Ten minutes passed before the pair of youths relaxed, taking solace beneath the periwinkle bedsheets. His chin resting atop her head, Shane rubbed her bare back soothingly. He finally broke the peaceful silence with a simple question.
"So…Is that what they taught you at that place?"
Mitchie tittered into his skin, shaking her head.
"Not all of it…But, yeah, sort of. It's not so bad, see?"
He remained silent for a moment.
"I don't want anyone else's eyes on you but mine," he admitted.
Pushing herself up, Mitchie implanted a gentle kiss on his lips, smiling with gentle adoration.
"You know I only want you," she whispered.
He had been prejudging, and he was aware of it. However, the lesson did spark flickers in their foreplay, making the actual sex even more enthralling. The control she took, taking hold of his member, and riding him as fast as she demanded. He licked his upper lip.
"…What else can they teach you?" he questioned, his curiosity further piqued.
