Lost_Soul4
Slut
Thank you! Like I said earlier, we writers love it when people read and enjoy our stories. Fifth one is coming up as soon as I actually finish it.
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My Fiery Angel
- Thread starter Lost_Soul4
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Thank you! Like I said earlier, we writers love it when people read and enjoy our stories. Fifth one is coming up as soon as I actually finish it.
Craiger
JUB Addict
Lost_Soul4
Again you have captured my attention with the twists and turns of your story. I am looking forward to the fifth installment. Take your time, no need to be embarrassed. We will be waiting patiently.
Craiger
Again you have captured my attention with the twists and turns of your story. I am looking forward to the fifth installment. Take your time, no need to be embarrassed. We will be waiting patiently.
Craiger
harry113
JUB Addict
Lost_soul4, That was great, Thankyou
All the twists, & still there seems to be more to find out !!
Will they get together, or won't they ??
How can you deal with a lover who knows what you are thinking ? Way scarey !
More please
Harry
All the twists, & still there seems to be more to find out !!
Will they get together, or won't they ??
How can you deal with a lover who knows what you are thinking ? Way scarey !
More please
Harry
botboy03
Sex God
Thanks for the latest installment.
Zac
Zac
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Alright, before I post the fifth installment, I want to tell each person who reads this a little something. I BELIEVE IN TAKING RELATIONSHIPS SLOWLY!!! So, that means, no immediately jumping into bed, no screwing when you've only known each other for, like, thirty minutes. Nuh-uh. Yes, I have a story where the characters screwing the other's brains out by chapter two, but it was only a three-chapter piece. That's to be expected! But, I like to draw out the drama, the suspense, the whole...issue between the characters as long as I possibly can before I do anything serious with them.
Well, I've already done something serious, which you'll read in chapter five. It's so sad!
But, completely necessary to get a better grasp of Alexi's character.
Alexi: *walks up behind me and smacks me hard in the back of the head* Don't ruin the plot, dumkoff (not sure if that's spelled correctly ).
LS4: Yes, sorry! *rubs back of head* Did you need to hit so hard?
Alexi: Would you rather I castrated you?
LS4: Er...
Well, I've already done something serious, which you'll read in chapter five. It's so sad!
But, completely necessary to get a better grasp of Alexi's character.Alexi: *walks up behind me and smacks me hard in the back of the head* Don't ruin the plot, dumkoff (not sure if that's spelled correctly
).LS4: Yes, sorry! *rubs back of head* Did you need to hit so hard?
Alexi: Would you rather I castrated you?
LS4: Er...
Lost_Soul4
Slut
The fifth installment in my little drama
It was warm. Too warm. I was burning up, my body on fire. As I came awake, I felt something equally warm and hard pressing into my hip. When my eyes opened, I saw Ian curled up right next to me, his arm thrown over my chest in sleep. I pushed his arm off and got out of bed. I nearly collapsed on the ground as soon as I stood up, but discounted it as getting up too fast.
But that opinion changed fast as I walked over to the door. The ground tilted underneath me and my shoulder thumped the floor, probably bruising my arm. I heard a grunt behind me and then a shout as bare feet pattered along the floor.
“Alex? Alex!” I was shaken roughly and moaned as my head spun.
“For the last time, my name’s Lex,” I whispered, but didn’t add my usual bite to it that I usually did. I was just too tired to snap and curse. And I was so close to falling asleep too when he placed his hand on my forehead.
Hmmm…his touch felt real good…
“Yeouch! Alex, you have a fever, dude! I got to get you back in bed.” Even as he said this, he picked my body up and gently put me back in bed. Of course, I may have been tired, but I didn’t want to loose the warmth, so my arms stayed latched around his neck, accidentally making him fall on top of me.
In my delirious state, I snuggled up to him even as he tried to get out. Finally, he sighed and said, “Alex, I need to go get my dad. If I don’t, you might get sicker.”
“Hmmm, no…you’re warm. I don’t want to say bye.” Or at least, I think that’s what I said. I couldn’t remember much or what happened after that. I was trapped in a fever induced haze. I remember a dream though…actually, more like a nightmare.
It was in the past. Right when I had first become an assassin, but it was a thing that would leave a lasting mark on me. The pain of it still haunted me, making my eyes haze over in pain just thinking about it.
My mission that day, to retrieve some intelligence from a target, was a huge failure, because I missed my target and hadn’t been able to defeat the guards. When I had arrived home, ashamed of myself, my mother had slapped me, cursing at me for my incompetence and failure. She used to be a happy and warm person…what had happened? But that wasn’t my concern at that time; see, my uncle had come to stay and offered my mother to properly punish me.
I’m sure you can guess what happened to me. I was naïve and didn’t think that it would be anything beyond a belting. Oh no; he stripped my clothes from me, tied me face down to my bed and began to whip me. He made sure that he didn’t miss a single piece of my flesh, so after he had whipped my back, he turned me over and began to do the same to my front, making sure to repeatedly hit my groin.
After my whole body was soaked in my own blood, blood that didn’t have to be shed…he raped me. As he pushed himself in to my unwilling ass, the bastard had the nerve to laugh at my shrieks of pain that I couldn’t hold in. I’d held them in while he whipped me, sure; I was a man, wasn’t I? But this…this was a humiliation that was too much for my boyhood pride to take and I screamed.
Once he was done and I was nearly comatose, he got dressed and told my mother she could come in. When she saw me, what do you think she did? She wept and told him he’d gone too far? Nope; told him he should have done worse. The fucker promised to do so the next time I failed.
I never failed after that; no matter what, I never failed.
After I came out of that, I remember coming to for a few minutes and felt gentle hands running through my sweat-soaked hair. It was so calming that my thrashing (which was unintentional) stopped. I was like a wild cat and was slowly being tamed to that touch. Slowly being tamed to answer only to that touch.
I also remember someone whispering in my ear, but I can’t remember what the voice said. The next time I came fully conscious, I realized that my fever had finally broken. I also realized that I was hard and heavy and…not alone in bed. I gulped slightly and turned to see Ian pressing an…impressive erection right against my ass. He didn’t enter, but I don’t think he realized what he was doing.
I shook him awake, murmuring, “Ian. Ian. I may like you a lot better than I did before, but I don’t think you want to plow my ass right now.”
He opened a sleep-weary eye and muttered, “Sorry.” He yawned hugely and rolled out of the bed (boy, does that sound weird!) and got dressed. Then his mind clicked and he turned hurriedly back to me and shouted, “Alex?! You’re okay!” He then proceeded to launch himself at me and kiss me half to death.
I was finally able to push him off of me and asked, “What is going on, Ian?” Much to my embarrassment, I couldn’t keep the laughter out of my voice. Damn emotions.
He calmed down slightly and pressed his forehead against mine and, with his eyes closed, whispered, “You almost died, Alex.” I had to blink at that. I WHAT??? “The fever had turned into some sort of virus and lowered your immune system, allowing you to catch something more dangerous. I almost lost you.” He clung to me and wept.
Feeling very foolish because I didn’t know what to do, I wrapped my arms around him and made soothing noises. Eventually he calmed down enough for me to ask, “How long was I asleep?”
“At least a couple of days. Dude, your immune system sucks,” he retorted with a half grin.
I rolled my eyes and remarked, “Wow, you don’t say. Look, can I get up and get dressed, please? I’d actually like something to eat!” My eyes, damn them, got sort of puppy-dog like and I could have sworn my lips puckered. My lips do not pucker, so don’t even think of speculating!
He wavered when he looked in my face and muttered, “You should really rest and recover your strength.”
“Please!” God, how I hated to beg, but I had no other choice. I could normally have taken care of him with the twist of my wrist, but I was so weak that I had need of his help. How embarrassing; my mother would probably laugh her head off if she was to see me now.
I saw him crumple under whatever look I was shooting him and he yelled in frustration, “Why do you torment me with that look?! It’s too cute to resist, damn you! Fine; if you want to break your leg, go right ahead. I won’t stop you.”
I grinned in triumph that was shortly outlived when the ground almost came up to meet my eyes. Ian caught me and I said, “Hello, floor. Glad you didn’t hurt my face.”
“You’re still delusional, aren’t you? I should have known better; you need to stay in bed. No, I’ll get your food; you just cover up,” he replied when I was about to yell in indignation. Instead, I glowered at him as he put me back into the cursed bed.
He then got dressed and went downstairs. Precisely ten minutes, twenty-five seconds and 90 milliseconds later, he came back with a tray laden with pancakes, toast, bacon, sausage, milk, orange juice and a…flower in a vase? What was this, some cheap B-rate movie?!
“Go a little bit over-board?” I asked dryly with a raised eyebrow.
He grinned sheepishly and answered, “Yeah, just a little. But you did say you were hungry, so…EAT UP!!!” He yelled with a grin as he plunked the tray above my lap. I looked at him for a moment and then began systematically eating. I was surprised to find that I was ravenous and ate everything in front of me.
I glanced at him, flushed in embarrassment and muttered, “It was good.”
I felt him grin and heard him say, “You’re very welcome. And now I get my prize.”
I was about to ask him what that prize was when he kissed me…AGAIN…and moved his hands over my groin. I stiffened for a moment but, involuntarily, relaxed and just rode the pleasure. Hadn’t I denied myself what I truly wanted, needed, craved for long enough? It was time I took things and proved that I could feel human just like everyone else. I may have never been called that, but Ian made me feel that way.
‘Thank you, Ian,’ I thought to myself. I didn’t send it; I just kept it locked inside until the time came for me to actually allow these hated emotions full rein.
Until then, just take.
It was warm. Too warm. I was burning up, my body on fire. As I came awake, I felt something equally warm and hard pressing into my hip. When my eyes opened, I saw Ian curled up right next to me, his arm thrown over my chest in sleep. I pushed his arm off and got out of bed. I nearly collapsed on the ground as soon as I stood up, but discounted it as getting up too fast.
But that opinion changed fast as I walked over to the door. The ground tilted underneath me and my shoulder thumped the floor, probably bruising my arm. I heard a grunt behind me and then a shout as bare feet pattered along the floor.
“Alex? Alex!” I was shaken roughly and moaned as my head spun.
“For the last time, my name’s Lex,” I whispered, but didn’t add my usual bite to it that I usually did. I was just too tired to snap and curse. And I was so close to falling asleep too when he placed his hand on my forehead.
Hmmm…his touch felt real good…
“Yeouch! Alex, you have a fever, dude! I got to get you back in bed.” Even as he said this, he picked my body up and gently put me back in bed. Of course, I may have been tired, but I didn’t want to loose the warmth, so my arms stayed latched around his neck, accidentally making him fall on top of me.
In my delirious state, I snuggled up to him even as he tried to get out. Finally, he sighed and said, “Alex, I need to go get my dad. If I don’t, you might get sicker.”
“Hmmm, no…you’re warm. I don’t want to say bye.” Or at least, I think that’s what I said. I couldn’t remember much or what happened after that. I was trapped in a fever induced haze. I remember a dream though…actually, more like a nightmare.
It was in the past. Right when I had first become an assassin, but it was a thing that would leave a lasting mark on me. The pain of it still haunted me, making my eyes haze over in pain just thinking about it.
My mission that day, to retrieve some intelligence from a target, was a huge failure, because I missed my target and hadn’t been able to defeat the guards. When I had arrived home, ashamed of myself, my mother had slapped me, cursing at me for my incompetence and failure. She used to be a happy and warm person…what had happened? But that wasn’t my concern at that time; see, my uncle had come to stay and offered my mother to properly punish me.
I’m sure you can guess what happened to me. I was naïve and didn’t think that it would be anything beyond a belting. Oh no; he stripped my clothes from me, tied me face down to my bed and began to whip me. He made sure that he didn’t miss a single piece of my flesh, so after he had whipped my back, he turned me over and began to do the same to my front, making sure to repeatedly hit my groin.
After my whole body was soaked in my own blood, blood that didn’t have to be shed…he raped me. As he pushed himself in to my unwilling ass, the bastard had the nerve to laugh at my shrieks of pain that I couldn’t hold in. I’d held them in while he whipped me, sure; I was a man, wasn’t I? But this…this was a humiliation that was too much for my boyhood pride to take and I screamed.
Once he was done and I was nearly comatose, he got dressed and told my mother she could come in. When she saw me, what do you think she did? She wept and told him he’d gone too far? Nope; told him he should have done worse. The fucker promised to do so the next time I failed.
I never failed after that; no matter what, I never failed.
After I came out of that, I remember coming to for a few minutes and felt gentle hands running through my sweat-soaked hair. It was so calming that my thrashing (which was unintentional) stopped. I was like a wild cat and was slowly being tamed to that touch. Slowly being tamed to answer only to that touch.
I also remember someone whispering in my ear, but I can’t remember what the voice said. The next time I came fully conscious, I realized that my fever had finally broken. I also realized that I was hard and heavy and…not alone in bed. I gulped slightly and turned to see Ian pressing an…impressive erection right against my ass. He didn’t enter, but I don’t think he realized what he was doing.
I shook him awake, murmuring, “Ian. Ian. I may like you a lot better than I did before, but I don’t think you want to plow my ass right now.”
He opened a sleep-weary eye and muttered, “Sorry.” He yawned hugely and rolled out of the bed (boy, does that sound weird!) and got dressed. Then his mind clicked and he turned hurriedly back to me and shouted, “Alex?! You’re okay!” He then proceeded to launch himself at me and kiss me half to death.
I was finally able to push him off of me and asked, “What is going on, Ian?” Much to my embarrassment, I couldn’t keep the laughter out of my voice. Damn emotions.
He calmed down slightly and pressed his forehead against mine and, with his eyes closed, whispered, “You almost died, Alex.” I had to blink at that. I WHAT??? “The fever had turned into some sort of virus and lowered your immune system, allowing you to catch something more dangerous. I almost lost you.” He clung to me and wept.
Feeling very foolish because I didn’t know what to do, I wrapped my arms around him and made soothing noises. Eventually he calmed down enough for me to ask, “How long was I asleep?”
“At least a couple of days. Dude, your immune system sucks,” he retorted with a half grin.
I rolled my eyes and remarked, “Wow, you don’t say. Look, can I get up and get dressed, please? I’d actually like something to eat!” My eyes, damn them, got sort of puppy-dog like and I could have sworn my lips puckered. My lips do not pucker, so don’t even think of speculating!
He wavered when he looked in my face and muttered, “You should really rest and recover your strength.”
“Please!” God, how I hated to beg, but I had no other choice. I could normally have taken care of him with the twist of my wrist, but I was so weak that I had need of his help. How embarrassing; my mother would probably laugh her head off if she was to see me now.
I saw him crumple under whatever look I was shooting him and he yelled in frustration, “Why do you torment me with that look?! It’s too cute to resist, damn you! Fine; if you want to break your leg, go right ahead. I won’t stop you.”
I grinned in triumph that was shortly outlived when the ground almost came up to meet my eyes. Ian caught me and I said, “Hello, floor. Glad you didn’t hurt my face.”
“You’re still delusional, aren’t you? I should have known better; you need to stay in bed. No, I’ll get your food; you just cover up,” he replied when I was about to yell in indignation. Instead, I glowered at him as he put me back into the cursed bed.
He then got dressed and went downstairs. Precisely ten minutes, twenty-five seconds and 90 milliseconds later, he came back with a tray laden with pancakes, toast, bacon, sausage, milk, orange juice and a…flower in a vase? What was this, some cheap B-rate movie?!
“Go a little bit over-board?” I asked dryly with a raised eyebrow.
He grinned sheepishly and answered, “Yeah, just a little. But you did say you were hungry, so…EAT UP!!!” He yelled with a grin as he plunked the tray above my lap. I looked at him for a moment and then began systematically eating. I was surprised to find that I was ravenous and ate everything in front of me.
I glanced at him, flushed in embarrassment and muttered, “It was good.”
I felt him grin and heard him say, “You’re very welcome. And now I get my prize.”
I was about to ask him what that prize was when he kissed me…AGAIN…and moved his hands over my groin. I stiffened for a moment but, involuntarily, relaxed and just rode the pleasure. Hadn’t I denied myself what I truly wanted, needed, craved for long enough? It was time I took things and proved that I could feel human just like everyone else. I may have never been called that, but Ian made me feel that way.
‘Thank you, Ian,’ I thought to myself. I didn’t send it; I just kept it locked inside until the time came for me to actually allow these hated emotions full rein.
Until then, just take.
botboy03
Sex God
Thanks for the latest one. I really enjoy this story.
Zac
Zac
Craiger
JUB Addict
LA4,
Refreshing to know that Alex is going to be OK. Also that he is kinder to Ian.
They can take their time in their relationship. It draws the
story out longer...
Next installment please.
Craiger
Refreshing to know that Alex is going to be OK. Also that he is kinder to Ian.
They can take their time in their relationship. It draws the
story out longer...
Next installment please.
Craiger
Lost_Soul4
Slut
...Um, Craiger? No offense meant, but I think you mean L'S'4, not LA4. Just wanted to point that out. And you'll get a real kick out of the next chapter. It'll be a riot!
harry113
JUB Addict
Well written LS4, Most enjoyable!
I like this story !!!!
Thanks
Harry
I like this story !!!!
Thanks
Harry
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Alright, folks. After much wait and preparation, the sixth installment is here! This is the love installment, by the way. I know what I said earlier, but I couldn't resist it! The temptation to do it was too much!
I felt him relax into the kiss. I think I smirked; well, wouldn’t you if you’d finally caught the prey you were after? So, while I claimed my prize for getting him good food, my hands (mischievous little things that they were) wandered all over his body, eliciting small moans of pleasure and tiny mewls. Those were the ones I wanted and immediately sought out which parts of his body made him give them.
So, I started with the ear; nope. Not it. Maybe the neck…close, but not quite it. Moving lower, I nibbled his collarbone and, yes! I got a mewl! Grinning a little, I moved to nibble all the way down to between his abs, licking between those hard as rock things and moved first to the right, sucking one dusk-colored nipple into my mouth. My luck didn’t hold and he didn’t give me a mewl. Man, those things could do wonder’s to a man’s libido.
I released it, glancing up at him as he panted and looked down at me in stark lust and need. I wrapped my tongue around the left one and his head rocked back, releasing a keening mewl. I was about to move lower, too, when suddenly I was lifted into the air.
“What the hell?!” I shouted in surprise and looked at Alex. He had his arms propping him up and he was giving his classic ‘Surprise!’ smirk that always made me want to kiss it away.
He cocked his head at me and said huskily, “You were driving me mad. I had to stop you,” he stated as if it was pure, simple logic. Of course, using logic had always been his shield against people. That…and his patented iceberg glares he shot at anyone (besides me, of course) who got near him.
“Well, that’s the point,” I replied smarmily. “If you can still act like this after what I just did, then I wasn’t doing a good job.” I pouted and I saw him quiver a little bit and glance down in embarrassment.
“No, no; you were doing exactly as you had hoped. Doing one of the things I hate about you.”
“Really? What are the things you hate about me?” I couldn’t resist; we both suffered from insatiable curiosities, after all.
He had on his mask again and smirked. Glancing at the door, it closed on its own and locked. He glanced back at me and began. “First, I hate the way you’re always calling me Alex.” I had to give him that; he definitely hated that name. “Second, I hate how you won’t leave me alone and treat me like everyone else does.”
“What’s that?” I interrupted. “With cold disinterest? Fat chance.” I scoffed.
He continued as if I never spoke. “Thirdly, I hate what you’re doing to me, what you’re making me feel. Finally, I hate the fact that, even though I wish it wasn’t so, I feel for you. You make me feel, dammit, and I want you to stop!” He shouted that last part and his eyes grew glassy with unshed tears.
If I could, I’d have held him, comforted him. As it was, I was currently hanging in mid-air, supported by nothing except Alex’s thoughts. “So,” I asked, licking my suddenly dry lips when I saw his heated glance that traveled over my body. “What do you have planned for me?”
“Oh, I thought slow torture by endorphins,” he said and walked over to my stereo and turned on the music. What, did he always have to be listening to music or something? “Yes, I do,” he answered and I would have jumped if I’d been allowed. I’d forgotten he could read minds. He took a deep breathe, as if he were preparing for a deep plunge, and turned to me and walked seductively over to stand in front of me and it was all I could do not to drool. Damn, he was sexy!
He reached up and allowed me to lower a little and captured my mouth with his own. This took me by surprise; he’d never really been one to initiate something before in his whole life while I’ve known him. That’s what made this kiss even more fiery and special.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door and he growled out, “What is it?” in a voice that clearly promised retribution (painful retribution) if the person didn’t have a very good reason.
“Lex, it’s me.” My dad paused a little and said further, “Look; I just want to know if you’ve seen Ian at all.”
“Oh, he’s…hanging around,” Alex answered, his mouth half-smiling at his own joke.
My father, ever the wisest person around, apparently had some inkling as to what was going on and chuckled before saying, “I’ll be going to my clinic, Lex. Make sure you clean up any mess you make.” His steps echoed down the hall and a little while later, I heard the door close and his car pull out of the driveway and drive off.
Alex turned his full attention back to me and whispered, “Now that we’re all alone, my prisoner, I’m going to have my way with you and I promise not to make it quick.” I shivered at the dark promise in his voice and felt my groin twitch a little in response.
He kissed me again and took his time, licking the edges of my mouth, pressing through the slight opening in my lips to also lick the inside of my mouth and waging battle with my tongue. I lost, but I didn’t particularly mind; if he wanted control, why not reap the benefits of it?
After several minutes of kissing and ignoring the need for oxygen, he released my mouth and began to nibble on my right ear, always a weak spot for me. I groaned and felt his mouth smirk. The guy was a sadist; there could be no other reason he loved to torture me like this.
Planting kisses along my jaw line, he nipped me on the underside of my chin. He moved lower and planted butterfly kisses along my racing pulse, pausing every now and then to listen to it. By this time, I couldn’t think; he’d barely started and I could barely think! Just my luck that he had this affect on me.
He moved lower still and wrapped his tongue around one of my nipples, taking it into the warm embrace of his mouth. My head flopped back and I swear I could see stars behind my eyelids, especially when one of his hands moved to start playing with the other nipple. He continued this for a while, listening with half an ear to my cries of pleasure and eventually moved on to the neglected one.
He (finally!) moved lower, kissing his way down my abs, flicking his tongue in-between the valleys that separated them. As he passed my navel, he dipped his tongue in, swirling it around and lapped at it like he was drinking out of a bowl of water. I could help it; I panted, short of breath and very damn near close to hurting him. Which would be a bad thing, because he’d probably stop and I didn’t want him to stop.
He left my navel and moved closer…closer to the aching heat that demanded attention. But, the bastard skirted it! Instead, he moved along my inner thighs and nipped and kissed his way up and down both legs.
“You’re killing me here, Alex,” I said through clenched teeth.
He nipped me harder than he had before and stated menacingly, “The name is Lex. If you keep calling me Alex, I won’t finish what I started.”
Since his tone said point-blank that he would do what I threatened, I paled and finally surrendered, saying, “Alright; you win, Lex. I just didn’t want to call you that because it made you sound like Lex Luther. A bad guy.” I gazed into his eyes and whispered, “You aren’t a bad guy, Lex. Never have and never will.” He glanced away, not before I saw the clear signs that tears were close to forming in his eyes.
“How? How can you forgive me for killing so many people?” He asked me.
I really wanted him to continue his ministrations, but I felt that they had to wait until Lex could trust me again. “I can forgive you because you can still morn for them. You haven’t gone completely cold; otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked me that question. Now, can you hurry up and finish already?!” Ooops; I’d let my impatience get the better of me. But, instead of yelling and glaring at me, he gave a small, light chuckle and kissed me gently, wrapping his long fingers around my aching cock.
I sighed in pleasure against his mouth and kissed him as gently as I could while telling him silently what I felt about him for the longest of times. He released the kiss and finally got on his knees. He looked up at me with a look that plainly said, “I don’t kneel to anyone, got it?” and, without preamble, took me into his mouth.
I nearly screamed from the pleasure! His warm, moist mouth around my hard, aching, needy cock was almost too much! But I bit my lip and held fast to my will and allowed him to suck, lick and to whatever the hell he wanted to me. I was that far gone for him, folks! You see, he’d talked in his sleep when he was bed-ridden. So, I know all about the rape thing caused by his uncle. But I kept that image leashed and hidden from him. Why spoil his fun with something that dark and twisted?
Finally, allowing myself to let go, I cummed into his mouth with load after load after load of my white essence. But he never stopped his ministrations, causing me to cum again, making it seem like it was going to last forever. When my brain started to function again, I felt two fingers gently plunging in and out of my virgin ass. How I wanted to rock against them; especially when he added three.
After a couple minutes of him pumping and me getting back my erection (I have a lot of stamina!), he whispered in my ear, “Think you can take me?” I nodded my head frantically, not allowing my eyes to drift from him and I caught him smirking at my need. “Good; ‘cause I’m not about to stop now. This may hurt, so I apologize in advance.”
He moved behind me and removed his fingers, my opening not liking the absence of them when something a lot warmer and thicker and harder was pushed in to replace them. Lex slowly slid in, inch by slow, pleasurable inch, allowing me time to get used to his invasion. When he was in all the way to the hilt, his body twitched as he waited for me to tell him when I was ready.
I pushed slightly against him, or at least, as far as my body would allow me. He then pulled out slowly and, when he was nearly all the way out, thrust right back in. He slid out slowly again and thrust in at a different angle, hitting a bundle of nerves that I never knew existed and I saw white; everything was blanketed with a white smear as I felt him continue with his rhythm: out slowly, in fast; out slowly, in fast.
I was nearly in tears from the pleasure and so close to the edge! Finally, discarding all my self-respect, I begged him, “Please, Lex! Let me…unh! Let me come!” He put his mouth alongside my pulse and chuckled as his hand wrapped around my lower body and fisted my cock. He started to pump counter-point to his thrusts and I soon cummed harder than I had before, my senses shutting down. But not before I heard his roar of release.
As I hung there, panting and willing my heart-rate to slow down, the power holding me up released me and I collapsed into Lex’s waiting arms. He grinned a little, but I saw something that really unnerved me: his skin was paler than usual. He also trembled with the weight of me and could barely carry me back to the bed before he collapsed and laid on his side, panting from the exertion.
“Lex? You alright?” I asked. When he didn’t answer, I looked closer and realized he’d fainted. I tapped his cheek, but, when I got no response, shook him roughly. “Lex! Come on, wake up! Please!”
He groaned slightly and muttered, “Would you leave me alone, sweetheart? I need to sleep.” My happiness soared at his use of that endearment, but I needed him to stay awake as long as he could. Otherwise, he might go into shock and not wake up.
“Why didn’t you tell me you still weren’t feeling well?” I shouted at him and he snapped his eyes open and glared at me. “If I’d known that, I would have done everything in my power to put you back in bed!”
He scoffed at me. “Not like you could stop me, sweetheart. I was the one in control, remember?”
My eyes narrowed and he instinctively shied away from me. That hurt, really; if he couldn’t trust me not to hurt him, then why did we just have mind-blowing sex? “Look, do you trust me?” I asked him, not bothering to beat around the bush.
“It’s…not that I don’t trust you,” he answered and looked out the window, listening to the music that still played in the background.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s the fact that I don’t know what to do,” he whispered. “No one has ever cared about me enough to allow me to do this with them.” He flushed and glanced shyly at me. “You were my first…or rather, will be.” That pleased me to no end.
I knew what he meant; maybe not first with his body, but first with his heart, his soul. And I’d damn well make sure I would be his last.
I lurked over his prone body and said as he shrank back into the bed, “Don’t worry, love. I’ll go real gentle with you. We’ll go at your pace, okay?”
He nodded and I stated, “But not right now. First, I want to sleep. You can to now that you won’t slip into shock.”
He growled in annoyance and pounded my shoulder before settling his head on top of said shoulder and drifted to sleep.
I felt him relax into the kiss. I think I smirked; well, wouldn’t you if you’d finally caught the prey you were after? So, while I claimed my prize for getting him good food, my hands (mischievous little things that they were) wandered all over his body, eliciting small moans of pleasure and tiny mewls. Those were the ones I wanted and immediately sought out which parts of his body made him give them.
So, I started with the ear; nope. Not it. Maybe the neck…close, but not quite it. Moving lower, I nibbled his collarbone and, yes! I got a mewl! Grinning a little, I moved to nibble all the way down to between his abs, licking between those hard as rock things and moved first to the right, sucking one dusk-colored nipple into my mouth. My luck didn’t hold and he didn’t give me a mewl. Man, those things could do wonder’s to a man’s libido.
I released it, glancing up at him as he panted and looked down at me in stark lust and need. I wrapped my tongue around the left one and his head rocked back, releasing a keening mewl. I was about to move lower, too, when suddenly I was lifted into the air.
“What the hell?!” I shouted in surprise and looked at Alex. He had his arms propping him up and he was giving his classic ‘Surprise!’ smirk that always made me want to kiss it away.
He cocked his head at me and said huskily, “You were driving me mad. I had to stop you,” he stated as if it was pure, simple logic. Of course, using logic had always been his shield against people. That…and his patented iceberg glares he shot at anyone (besides me, of course) who got near him.
“Well, that’s the point,” I replied smarmily. “If you can still act like this after what I just did, then I wasn’t doing a good job.” I pouted and I saw him quiver a little bit and glance down in embarrassment.
“No, no; you were doing exactly as you had hoped. Doing one of the things I hate about you.”
“Really? What are the things you hate about me?” I couldn’t resist; we both suffered from insatiable curiosities, after all.
He had on his mask again and smirked. Glancing at the door, it closed on its own and locked. He glanced back at me and began. “First, I hate the way you’re always calling me Alex.” I had to give him that; he definitely hated that name. “Second, I hate how you won’t leave me alone and treat me like everyone else does.”
“What’s that?” I interrupted. “With cold disinterest? Fat chance.” I scoffed.
He continued as if I never spoke. “Thirdly, I hate what you’re doing to me, what you’re making me feel. Finally, I hate the fact that, even though I wish it wasn’t so, I feel for you. You make me feel, dammit, and I want you to stop!” He shouted that last part and his eyes grew glassy with unshed tears.
If I could, I’d have held him, comforted him. As it was, I was currently hanging in mid-air, supported by nothing except Alex’s thoughts. “So,” I asked, licking my suddenly dry lips when I saw his heated glance that traveled over my body. “What do you have planned for me?”
“Oh, I thought slow torture by endorphins,” he said and walked over to my stereo and turned on the music. What, did he always have to be listening to music or something? “Yes, I do,” he answered and I would have jumped if I’d been allowed. I’d forgotten he could read minds. He took a deep breathe, as if he were preparing for a deep plunge, and turned to me and walked seductively over to stand in front of me and it was all I could do not to drool. Damn, he was sexy!
He reached up and allowed me to lower a little and captured my mouth with his own. This took me by surprise; he’d never really been one to initiate something before in his whole life while I’ve known him. That’s what made this kiss even more fiery and special.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door and he growled out, “What is it?” in a voice that clearly promised retribution (painful retribution) if the person didn’t have a very good reason.
“Lex, it’s me.” My dad paused a little and said further, “Look; I just want to know if you’ve seen Ian at all.”
“Oh, he’s…hanging around,” Alex answered, his mouth half-smiling at his own joke.
My father, ever the wisest person around, apparently had some inkling as to what was going on and chuckled before saying, “I’ll be going to my clinic, Lex. Make sure you clean up any mess you make.” His steps echoed down the hall and a little while later, I heard the door close and his car pull out of the driveway and drive off.
Alex turned his full attention back to me and whispered, “Now that we’re all alone, my prisoner, I’m going to have my way with you and I promise not to make it quick.” I shivered at the dark promise in his voice and felt my groin twitch a little in response.
He kissed me again and took his time, licking the edges of my mouth, pressing through the slight opening in my lips to also lick the inside of my mouth and waging battle with my tongue. I lost, but I didn’t particularly mind; if he wanted control, why not reap the benefits of it?
After several minutes of kissing and ignoring the need for oxygen, he released my mouth and began to nibble on my right ear, always a weak spot for me. I groaned and felt his mouth smirk. The guy was a sadist; there could be no other reason he loved to torture me like this.
Planting kisses along my jaw line, he nipped me on the underside of my chin. He moved lower and planted butterfly kisses along my racing pulse, pausing every now and then to listen to it. By this time, I couldn’t think; he’d barely started and I could barely think! Just my luck that he had this affect on me.
He moved lower still and wrapped his tongue around one of my nipples, taking it into the warm embrace of his mouth. My head flopped back and I swear I could see stars behind my eyelids, especially when one of his hands moved to start playing with the other nipple. He continued this for a while, listening with half an ear to my cries of pleasure and eventually moved on to the neglected one.
He (finally!) moved lower, kissing his way down my abs, flicking his tongue in-between the valleys that separated them. As he passed my navel, he dipped his tongue in, swirling it around and lapped at it like he was drinking out of a bowl of water. I could help it; I panted, short of breath and very damn near close to hurting him. Which would be a bad thing, because he’d probably stop and I didn’t want him to stop.
He left my navel and moved closer…closer to the aching heat that demanded attention. But, the bastard skirted it! Instead, he moved along my inner thighs and nipped and kissed his way up and down both legs.
“You’re killing me here, Alex,” I said through clenched teeth.
He nipped me harder than he had before and stated menacingly, “The name is Lex. If you keep calling me Alex, I won’t finish what I started.”
Since his tone said point-blank that he would do what I threatened, I paled and finally surrendered, saying, “Alright; you win, Lex. I just didn’t want to call you that because it made you sound like Lex Luther. A bad guy.” I gazed into his eyes and whispered, “You aren’t a bad guy, Lex. Never have and never will.” He glanced away, not before I saw the clear signs that tears were close to forming in his eyes.
“How? How can you forgive me for killing so many people?” He asked me.
I really wanted him to continue his ministrations, but I felt that they had to wait until Lex could trust me again. “I can forgive you because you can still morn for them. You haven’t gone completely cold; otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked me that question. Now, can you hurry up and finish already?!” Ooops; I’d let my impatience get the better of me. But, instead of yelling and glaring at me, he gave a small, light chuckle and kissed me gently, wrapping his long fingers around my aching cock.
I sighed in pleasure against his mouth and kissed him as gently as I could while telling him silently what I felt about him for the longest of times. He released the kiss and finally got on his knees. He looked up at me with a look that plainly said, “I don’t kneel to anyone, got it?” and, without preamble, took me into his mouth.
I nearly screamed from the pleasure! His warm, moist mouth around my hard, aching, needy cock was almost too much! But I bit my lip and held fast to my will and allowed him to suck, lick and to whatever the hell he wanted to me. I was that far gone for him, folks! You see, he’d talked in his sleep when he was bed-ridden. So, I know all about the rape thing caused by his uncle. But I kept that image leashed and hidden from him. Why spoil his fun with something that dark and twisted?
Finally, allowing myself to let go, I cummed into his mouth with load after load after load of my white essence. But he never stopped his ministrations, causing me to cum again, making it seem like it was going to last forever. When my brain started to function again, I felt two fingers gently plunging in and out of my virgin ass. How I wanted to rock against them; especially when he added three.
After a couple minutes of him pumping and me getting back my erection (I have a lot of stamina!), he whispered in my ear, “Think you can take me?” I nodded my head frantically, not allowing my eyes to drift from him and I caught him smirking at my need. “Good; ‘cause I’m not about to stop now. This may hurt, so I apologize in advance.”
He moved behind me and removed his fingers, my opening not liking the absence of them when something a lot warmer and thicker and harder was pushed in to replace them. Lex slowly slid in, inch by slow, pleasurable inch, allowing me time to get used to his invasion. When he was in all the way to the hilt, his body twitched as he waited for me to tell him when I was ready.
I pushed slightly against him, or at least, as far as my body would allow me. He then pulled out slowly and, when he was nearly all the way out, thrust right back in. He slid out slowly again and thrust in at a different angle, hitting a bundle of nerves that I never knew existed and I saw white; everything was blanketed with a white smear as I felt him continue with his rhythm: out slowly, in fast; out slowly, in fast.
I was nearly in tears from the pleasure and so close to the edge! Finally, discarding all my self-respect, I begged him, “Please, Lex! Let me…unh! Let me come!” He put his mouth alongside my pulse and chuckled as his hand wrapped around my lower body and fisted my cock. He started to pump counter-point to his thrusts and I soon cummed harder than I had before, my senses shutting down. But not before I heard his roar of release.
As I hung there, panting and willing my heart-rate to slow down, the power holding me up released me and I collapsed into Lex’s waiting arms. He grinned a little, but I saw something that really unnerved me: his skin was paler than usual. He also trembled with the weight of me and could barely carry me back to the bed before he collapsed and laid on his side, panting from the exertion.
“Lex? You alright?” I asked. When he didn’t answer, I looked closer and realized he’d fainted. I tapped his cheek, but, when I got no response, shook him roughly. “Lex! Come on, wake up! Please!”
He groaned slightly and muttered, “Would you leave me alone, sweetheart? I need to sleep.” My happiness soared at his use of that endearment, but I needed him to stay awake as long as he could. Otherwise, he might go into shock and not wake up.
“Why didn’t you tell me you still weren’t feeling well?” I shouted at him and he snapped his eyes open and glared at me. “If I’d known that, I would have done everything in my power to put you back in bed!”
He scoffed at me. “Not like you could stop me, sweetheart. I was the one in control, remember?”
My eyes narrowed and he instinctively shied away from me. That hurt, really; if he couldn’t trust me not to hurt him, then why did we just have mind-blowing sex? “Look, do you trust me?” I asked him, not bothering to beat around the bush.
“It’s…not that I don’t trust you,” he answered and looked out the window, listening to the music that still played in the background.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s the fact that I don’t know what to do,” he whispered. “No one has ever cared about me enough to allow me to do this with them.” He flushed and glanced shyly at me. “You were my first…or rather, will be.” That pleased me to no end.
I knew what he meant; maybe not first with his body, but first with his heart, his soul. And I’d damn well make sure I would be his last.
I lurked over his prone body and said as he shrank back into the bed, “Don’t worry, love. I’ll go real gentle with you. We’ll go at your pace, okay?”
He nodded and I stated, “But not right now. First, I want to sleep. You can to now that you won’t slip into shock.”
He growled in annoyance and pounded my shoulder before settling his head on top of said shoulder and drifted to sleep.
botboy03
Sex God
Thanks for the newest Chapter. It was hot. Please continue.
Zac
Zac
harry113
JUB Addict
Oooooh !!!! HOT !! HOT !! HOT !!
Now you really have got to the sex .... with a vengeance !!!
Can't wait for the next chapter, more pleeeaaase
Thank you
Harry
Now you really have got to the sex .... with a vengeance !!!
Can't wait for the next chapter, more pleeeaaase
Thank you
Harry
wyndhampaul
Slut
What a great mixture of themes. Spellbinding in more ways than one.
There is surely a lot more of this tale to be told!
There is surely a lot more of this tale to be told!
Lost_Soul4
Slut
The seventh installment. Beware, all ye who read. It gets a lot darker as the story progresses. Just a word of caution, so don't blame me if you don't like something in here. I gave you ample warning before and then now, so no griping.
When I awoke, it was to the thought that I was no better than my uncle. I had just slept with my best friend! I had raped my best friend, the only person in this world who cared about me!
I felt him lying next to me, his warmth seeping into mine. Instead of taking comfort from it, I practically threw myself out of the bed. As I backed away from him in horror, everything that had happened with the last…few hours entered my mind. Not only had I raped him, but I had used my powers to do so! I was a monster! A freak of nature! I didn’t belong nor did I have the right to exist.
As I huddled in a corner farthest away from the bed, I stared down at my arms. These arms…the blood that flows through them is what made me a monster. As I began to scratch at the veins, the thought, ‘Maybe if I get rid of the blood, I won’t be a monster anymore’ floated across my brain.
I ignored the tears streaming down from my eyes and continued to scratch, to tear and eventually drew blood. But that didn’t stop me; the pain didn’t stop me. I didn’t even feel the pain. My body…my soul had tarnished a being so pure, so sinless that I should have died instead of doing what I did.
It wasn’t until I felt warm arms wrap around me that I stopped. I looked up to Ian’s eyes and saw the tears in them as well. Why was he crying?! I should be the one who be crying, not him! I never wanted to see him cry!
“Lex, what are you doing to yourself?” He asked me and drew my nails away from my wrist.
I looked down at my bleeding wrist and said, “I’m cleansing myself. If I get rid of my blood, I might be worthy of you.”
“Lex, w-what are you talking about? You’re starting to scare me,” he whispered and resting his chin on my head.
“I’m a monster. What I did to you…I raped you. You, the one person who has ever fully cared about me. You see? I shouldn’t be alive!” I stared into his eyes, trying to get him to understand, trying to make him see me for the creature I really was.
He stared right back at me for a while and then asked, “Are you done?” I nodded and he slapped me before I could defend myself. Staring at him in shock, he said, “What makes you think I’m no more of a monster than you? Sure, you used your powers on me, sure you help me captive while you did what you did. Yes, I’ll admit I was afraid. Who wouldn’t be when it’s their first time? But, the fact of the matter is that I thought it was exilherating. It was so kinky, too.” He grinned and said mischievously, “Who knew you had a thing for S&M, huh?”
His words stunned me. “I…didn’t rape you? You aren’t pulling my leg, are you?” I asked him and put my arms on his shoulders, whether to shove him away or pull him close…I had no idea. “You aren’t going to turn around and say that what I did was sick and wrong and you want to have nothing to do with me?”
He nuzzled my hair and whispered, “You mean everything to me, my love.” I felt the burning beginnings of tears forming at the corners of my eyes at the use of that endearment. No one had ever given me an endearment before. Finally, unable to keep the flood of emotions from overflowing, I placed my head against his chest…and wept, something I haven’t done in years.
He didn’t curse me for weakness; he didn’t push me away. He gathered me into his arms and rocked me back and forth, making soothing noises and nonsense words. He wasn’t crushing me to his chest; more like, he cradled me, like I was something precious. What had I done to deserve such a wonderful person to love?
When I was finally spent, I realized we were back in the bed and he was placing gentle kisses along my body. Even though I probably looked like a mess, even though I couldn’t possibly have been in the mood for sex, my body was rousing itself and was soon rock hard.
“What are you doing?” I moaned when his mouth tickled against a sensitive spot on my collarbone.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m making love to my boyfriend.” He said it so casually, so calmly that just that and nothing else almost made me come.
“You would accept a monster, a creature that doesn’t belong in this world as your lover?” I had to ask; I had to be sure he knew what he was getting in this bargain.
He glared at me and licked one of my nipples, causing me to shiver and arch my back in response. “I’m going to hurt you if you keep referring to yourself as a monster, love. Now then, hands on the head board, please.” How he could be polite at this point in time, I never found out, but I did as he asked, my eyes never leaving him as he continued laving lick upon gentle lick to my nipple and gently rubbing the other, sending wave upon wave of pleasure racing through my nerves.
When the nipple he was licking was hard as a pebble, he released it and resumed his treatment on the other one. I could feel him getting harder, his mind awash in the ways he could give me pleasure. I read it and I found no deceit, no attempt at subterfuge. He was truly trying to show me how much he loved me. He couldn’t possibly know that I had loved him since the day we had met.
He had just moved in and had been lifting little boxes, trying to help his dad settle in. I was shy around people even at that time, yet my curiosity was even worse then than it was now. So, I had snuck out of the house and hid behind a post, watching them move in. Eventually, Ian saw me hiding and, with that big grin he wore even today, ran towards me.
“Hi,” he had said cheerily. “My name’s Ian. I just moved in. What’s yours?” I had mumbled, yet he had persisted. “What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“My names Alexi,” I whispered and waited for him to degrade me like everyone else.
But he didn’t. He had looked at me in puzzlement and said, “Alexi? Hmmm…I think I’ll call you Alex.” And, until today, he’s always called me Alex. We became fast friends and the rest…is history. What wasn’t history was my burning desire for him.
Speaking of desire, mine was throbbing in desperate need and I could feel his burn against my leg. His tongue was running down my abs and was slowly licking across each one of my packs.
“I love your taste,” he murmured against my stomach; his breath caused me to clench in desire as it raced against my skin. He lathered my navel, swirling it like he was eating an ice-cream cone. I had to close my eyes; otherwise, I’d have gone blind from the pleasure. They snapped open when his mouth wrapped around my cock and the pleasure was enough to make my limbs go limp.
He couldn’t take me all the way, though. He got about half way down before he had to stop or choke to death. That was okay; he was doing fine with what he had. I usually hated doing anything half-way, but this was one of those times where half was just as good as all.
“Gods, sweetheart, you have a fantastic mouth,” I groaned. When he just smirked, I had to groan when he applied suction. What was that sound? Was that…purring? I wasn’t coming from me, no sir. Nope; I don’t purr. I don’t…screw it; I was purring and I was enjoying it.
Just when I was about to peak, he released me and looked up into my eyes.
“Bastard,” I growled affectionately.
He wagged a finger at me. “Don’t tell lies, Lex. Since I know my dad, I can’t be a bastard.”
I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Fine, then you’re a prick. Can you get back to what you were doing now?”
He grinned widely and pulled me into his lap. I released my hold on the head board and wrapped my hands around his neck and nuzzled him, much like a cat. “Hmmm…I love your smell.”
He chuckled and planted a kiss on my neck. “Glad you like it. Now, this might or might not hurt. I’m not sure.” Wondering what he was referring to, I (did not!) squeaked when he pushed one finger into my channel. I groaned and panted onto his neck as he started to wriggle it around. After a while, he pushed in a second finger and touched a nerve that sent me into overload. My world turned white and my hands gripped his shoulders harshly as I pushed against those fingers.
He removed his fingers quickly and, before I could complain, gently pushed his dripping cock into me. I shouted in pleasure and quivered with need. He paused to allow me to adjust to him and then, at my signal, slowly began to move in and out, always taking care to be as gentle as he could.
Since my chest was pressed against his, my cock was caught in the middle and received a lot of friction. The dual assault on my nerves was almost more than I could take, but, when he turned my lust-glazed face to look at him and kiss me, I finally gave in and came so hard, my ears thundered.
I heard him groan against my mouth and felt him stiffen as he released his seed into me. As our hearts slowed down, I nuzzled his cheek and gave him a few licks here and there, purring all the while.
He laughed at my antics and asked, “Are you some sort of cat now?”
“I’ve always acted like a cat. You would know that if you paid more attention,” I scolded him foolishly.
“Well, have I won your trust yet?”
“Hmmm…maybe,” I answered. Placing my ear against his chest, I listened to his heartbeat, a soothing sound to my soul. I smiled and thought, ‘Fool. You had my trust a long time ago, when you allowed me to live here, with you.’ My thoughts darkened. ‘But…how are people going to react when they see me as your new boyfriend?’ Thinking it all the way through, I just mentally shrugged. Let those morons think whatever they want. Ian McKinney was mine and I would never let him go. For whatever reason.
With that promise in mind, I curled up on top of him and took a cat nap.
When I awoke, it was to the thought that I was no better than my uncle. I had just slept with my best friend! I had raped my best friend, the only person in this world who cared about me!
I felt him lying next to me, his warmth seeping into mine. Instead of taking comfort from it, I practically threw myself out of the bed. As I backed away from him in horror, everything that had happened with the last…few hours entered my mind. Not only had I raped him, but I had used my powers to do so! I was a monster! A freak of nature! I didn’t belong nor did I have the right to exist.
As I huddled in a corner farthest away from the bed, I stared down at my arms. These arms…the blood that flows through them is what made me a monster. As I began to scratch at the veins, the thought, ‘Maybe if I get rid of the blood, I won’t be a monster anymore’ floated across my brain.
I ignored the tears streaming down from my eyes and continued to scratch, to tear and eventually drew blood. But that didn’t stop me; the pain didn’t stop me. I didn’t even feel the pain. My body…my soul had tarnished a being so pure, so sinless that I should have died instead of doing what I did.
It wasn’t until I felt warm arms wrap around me that I stopped. I looked up to Ian’s eyes and saw the tears in them as well. Why was he crying?! I should be the one who be crying, not him! I never wanted to see him cry!
“Lex, what are you doing to yourself?” He asked me and drew my nails away from my wrist.
I looked down at my bleeding wrist and said, “I’m cleansing myself. If I get rid of my blood, I might be worthy of you.”
“Lex, w-what are you talking about? You’re starting to scare me,” he whispered and resting his chin on my head.
“I’m a monster. What I did to you…I raped you. You, the one person who has ever fully cared about me. You see? I shouldn’t be alive!” I stared into his eyes, trying to get him to understand, trying to make him see me for the creature I really was.
He stared right back at me for a while and then asked, “Are you done?” I nodded and he slapped me before I could defend myself. Staring at him in shock, he said, “What makes you think I’m no more of a monster than you? Sure, you used your powers on me, sure you help me captive while you did what you did. Yes, I’ll admit I was afraid. Who wouldn’t be when it’s their first time? But, the fact of the matter is that I thought it was exilherating. It was so kinky, too.” He grinned and said mischievously, “Who knew you had a thing for S&M, huh?”
His words stunned me. “I…didn’t rape you? You aren’t pulling my leg, are you?” I asked him and put my arms on his shoulders, whether to shove him away or pull him close…I had no idea. “You aren’t going to turn around and say that what I did was sick and wrong and you want to have nothing to do with me?”
He nuzzled my hair and whispered, “You mean everything to me, my love.” I felt the burning beginnings of tears forming at the corners of my eyes at the use of that endearment. No one had ever given me an endearment before. Finally, unable to keep the flood of emotions from overflowing, I placed my head against his chest…and wept, something I haven’t done in years.
He didn’t curse me for weakness; he didn’t push me away. He gathered me into his arms and rocked me back and forth, making soothing noises and nonsense words. He wasn’t crushing me to his chest; more like, he cradled me, like I was something precious. What had I done to deserve such a wonderful person to love?
When I was finally spent, I realized we were back in the bed and he was placing gentle kisses along my body. Even though I probably looked like a mess, even though I couldn’t possibly have been in the mood for sex, my body was rousing itself and was soon rock hard.
“What are you doing?” I moaned when his mouth tickled against a sensitive spot on my collarbone.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m making love to my boyfriend.” He said it so casually, so calmly that just that and nothing else almost made me come.
“You would accept a monster, a creature that doesn’t belong in this world as your lover?” I had to ask; I had to be sure he knew what he was getting in this bargain.
He glared at me and licked one of my nipples, causing me to shiver and arch my back in response. “I’m going to hurt you if you keep referring to yourself as a monster, love. Now then, hands on the head board, please.” How he could be polite at this point in time, I never found out, but I did as he asked, my eyes never leaving him as he continued laving lick upon gentle lick to my nipple and gently rubbing the other, sending wave upon wave of pleasure racing through my nerves.
When the nipple he was licking was hard as a pebble, he released it and resumed his treatment on the other one. I could feel him getting harder, his mind awash in the ways he could give me pleasure. I read it and I found no deceit, no attempt at subterfuge. He was truly trying to show me how much he loved me. He couldn’t possibly know that I had loved him since the day we had met.
He had just moved in and had been lifting little boxes, trying to help his dad settle in. I was shy around people even at that time, yet my curiosity was even worse then than it was now. So, I had snuck out of the house and hid behind a post, watching them move in. Eventually, Ian saw me hiding and, with that big grin he wore even today, ran towards me.
“Hi,” he had said cheerily. “My name’s Ian. I just moved in. What’s yours?” I had mumbled, yet he had persisted. “What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“My names Alexi,” I whispered and waited for him to degrade me like everyone else.
But he didn’t. He had looked at me in puzzlement and said, “Alexi? Hmmm…I think I’ll call you Alex.” And, until today, he’s always called me Alex. We became fast friends and the rest…is history. What wasn’t history was my burning desire for him.
Speaking of desire, mine was throbbing in desperate need and I could feel his burn against my leg. His tongue was running down my abs and was slowly licking across each one of my packs.
“I love your taste,” he murmured against my stomach; his breath caused me to clench in desire as it raced against my skin. He lathered my navel, swirling it like he was eating an ice-cream cone. I had to close my eyes; otherwise, I’d have gone blind from the pleasure. They snapped open when his mouth wrapped around my cock and the pleasure was enough to make my limbs go limp.
He couldn’t take me all the way, though. He got about half way down before he had to stop or choke to death. That was okay; he was doing fine with what he had. I usually hated doing anything half-way, but this was one of those times where half was just as good as all.
“Gods, sweetheart, you have a fantastic mouth,” I groaned. When he just smirked, I had to groan when he applied suction. What was that sound? Was that…purring? I wasn’t coming from me, no sir. Nope; I don’t purr. I don’t…screw it; I was purring and I was enjoying it.
Just when I was about to peak, he released me and looked up into my eyes.
“Bastard,” I growled affectionately.
He wagged a finger at me. “Don’t tell lies, Lex. Since I know my dad, I can’t be a bastard.”
I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Fine, then you’re a prick. Can you get back to what you were doing now?”
He grinned widely and pulled me into his lap. I released my hold on the head board and wrapped my hands around his neck and nuzzled him, much like a cat. “Hmmm…I love your smell.”
He chuckled and planted a kiss on my neck. “Glad you like it. Now, this might or might not hurt. I’m not sure.” Wondering what he was referring to, I (did not!) squeaked when he pushed one finger into my channel. I groaned and panted onto his neck as he started to wriggle it around. After a while, he pushed in a second finger and touched a nerve that sent me into overload. My world turned white and my hands gripped his shoulders harshly as I pushed against those fingers.
He removed his fingers quickly and, before I could complain, gently pushed his dripping cock into me. I shouted in pleasure and quivered with need. He paused to allow me to adjust to him and then, at my signal, slowly began to move in and out, always taking care to be as gentle as he could.
Since my chest was pressed against his, my cock was caught in the middle and received a lot of friction. The dual assault on my nerves was almost more than I could take, but, when he turned my lust-glazed face to look at him and kiss me, I finally gave in and came so hard, my ears thundered.
I heard him groan against my mouth and felt him stiffen as he released his seed into me. As our hearts slowed down, I nuzzled his cheek and gave him a few licks here and there, purring all the while.
He laughed at my antics and asked, “Are you some sort of cat now?”
“I’ve always acted like a cat. You would know that if you paid more attention,” I scolded him foolishly.
“Well, have I won your trust yet?”
“Hmmm…maybe,” I answered. Placing my ear against his chest, I listened to his heartbeat, a soothing sound to my soul. I smiled and thought, ‘Fool. You had my trust a long time ago, when you allowed me to live here, with you.’ My thoughts darkened. ‘But…how are people going to react when they see me as your new boyfriend?’ Thinking it all the way through, I just mentally shrugged. Let those morons think whatever they want. Ian McKinney was mine and I would never let him go. For whatever reason.
With that promise in mind, I curled up on top of him and took a cat nap.
Craiger
JUB Addict
Lost_Soul,
I have just caught up on the last two installments and all I can say is WOW!
I hope the next installment is coming soon!
Craiger
I have just caught up on the last two installments and all I can say is WOW!
I hope the next installment is coming soon!
Craiger
harry113
JUB Addict
Great !!!!
This just gets better & better
Thank you LS4 .... more please !!
Harry
This just gets better & better
Thank you LS4 .... more please !!
Harry
