Charity's Warrior (23 page)

Justin backs away and watches me masturbate for a moment. I see the wild pleasure in his eyes, and then he pushes three very wet fingers into me, right to my G-spot. His free hand grabs my ass tightly. I keep my moans as quiet as I can. His hand disappears from my ass and I look through my legs to see him unzip his pants and pull his hardness out. He stroked it a few times and that made me want to cum. I love seeing his strong hand holding his cock.

He stood and rammed it in me. I wasn't expecting we'd go this far here, and I wanted to cry out in pleasure. He had a hold of my hips, thrusting me back and impaling me while I fingered myself.

His cock came out of me, and he moved me to the arm of the couch, pushing me down over it, my face in the cushions. His cock slowly pushed back into me and then out, trading for his fingers which pounded me a few times before his cock came back. He swapped back and forth until I was near ready to cum.

More people went by. I actually see their shadows through the curtain, and that is all I needed as his cock reams me. I begin cumming, reaching behind me and grabbing his hip to make him fuck me harder. My pussy squeezed his cock, throbbing in tiny explosions that threaten to make me scream. I hold on until I am finished.

Now I back him off me and get off the couch. I force him to sit and I got on my knees in front of him, holding his cock by its base and smacking it on my tongue before swallowing it into my mouth. His hot cock pulses as my head bounces up and down in his lap, until I knew he is close. He was grabbing at the cushions to maintain control of himself. I climbed up on him, sliding myself down his shaft as I squatted on him. His strong hands are on my thighs, helping me stay balanced on top.

He growled, and that made me smile. I rocked my hips on him faster, feeling him gliding in and out like a piston, and I discovered I was going to cum again, before his orgasm came. Every inch of his hardness slides along my wet folds, filling me and taking my breath away.

Faster.

Faster.

It's here.
I’m Cumming!

I’m cumming down his shaft, my wetness rushing like a river out of me. It wasn't as powerful as the first, but it’s still wonderful, wrapping around me in a wave of relief. As I regain myself, I realize Justin is about to explode. His breathy moans are as quiet as he can manage.

I jumped off him suddenly. His face was surprised, twisted for a moment. My drink was right next to us. I grab it in one hand and his cock in the other, putting it right under the tip of his stiffness as I jerk him off. I put my tongue on his head and licked it while I yank him into my drink.

My eyes find his, and he is enthralled, taken in by the shock and excitement. It’s too much for him to see, my tongue slipping around his swollen head. His hands are digging into the cushions of the couch.

Within seconds, he begins to empty into my glass. I stop licking him and put my mouth on the straw, making him watch as I drank him down with my Red Bull and vodka, each pump of his cum disappearing up my straw and down my throat. The look on his face is intense, holding back a scream as if frozen in place, fists clenched, hips pumping.

I tug on him until he is too sensitive to touch, and the thrusting of his hips completely stops. When I let go of him, I see some of his cum dripping down my thumb. With him watching, I suck my thumb clean, running my tongue over it until it’s gone.

"I'm just never going to be able to get that out of my mind," he said, his breathing coming in massive gasps. “I’ll be thinking about that for the rest of my life whenever I use a straw.”

"Good," I said as I stood. "That's exactly what I wanted." I smile at him satisfied, and motion for him to stand up.

Once he’s up, I gently grab his softening cock, caressing it with my fingers for a second, and stuff it back in his pants for him, pulling his zipper up. I gave his pants a little pat, and we both laughed.

Justin placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me softly. "This kind of thing, whatever it is we're doing, it doesn't come easy for me," he said. "I want it, but I really don't know how to do it."

My heart skipped, and I was sad for him at the same time.

"It's okay, I'll show you," I said. "I'm not afraid to let you know when you’re fucking it up."

His laugh filled our private little room.

"Right now we're just two people getting to know each other—you don't owe me anything," I added. "I'd
love
for it to go someplace, but only when you're ready."

I see the pressure clear from his face as he wraps his hand around mine and leads me out through our curtain. We both felt closer, safer, with each other after sex. It made a bond between us.

Having any kind of bond with anyone was exactly what terrified Justin. In the past, having sex released him, freed him, but with us it was tying us together. I can feel it as much as he can. Where I can embrace that, for him it’s a donkey kick to the back of the head, something he was not used to at all. It’s getting easier for him, though. Each time it’s a little more comfortable.

We stayed in the lounge and ordered two more drinks at the bar. Before long, the music has us moving together again, subtle bumps and touches putting us back in the mood. His hands glide on my waist and lower back, melting into me. His eyes are always searching me.

"You know," I started, "I didn't get to scream tonight, and I want you to make me scream. So let me know when you've recovered, because I want you to take me back to your place, tie me down to your bed again, and make me scream until I pass out.”

Justin smiled. It was a sexy, evil smile. "Just remember, you asked for this." He took me out by the hand, really pulling me.

We were already downtown, so the cab ride was going to be quick. We didn't waste any time getting hands between our legs and our lips pressed together. It made the time pass quickly, and an instant later we were in the lobby of our building, frantically pressing the elevator button. A car came to take us up, and we behaved ourselves for the security camera, which was not easy since we had worked ourselves up into a frenzy.

Justin had his key out before we reached his door. We stepped in and he locked the door behind us.

"Take your shoes off now!" he demanded.

It was partly a joke about the last time I was here, I could see that in his smiling eyes, but for the most part it was a direct command. He wanted them out of his way.

As I pulled them off, I felt him yank at the zipper on my dress. He whipped the whole thing off me, pulling it over my head effortlessly and leaving me standing there in nothing but my Victoria Secret bra. His skilled hands remove that, too, undoing the clasp and yanking it off me without care. I step toward him but he stops me to run his hot hands down my chest and pinch both of my nipples.

"Do you want me to touch your clit?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Not good enough!" he barked. "Beg me! Plead with me to put my fingers in you. Demand I service you."

"Touch me! Feel how wet I am for you," I begged. "I need you to make me cum."

He quickly pulled the belt off his pants. "Hold out your wrists," he said.

I obeyed and he tied them together with his belt, leaving the long end dangling like a leash, which he grabbed and then pulled my arms up over my head, holding them there roughly. His other hand offered balance, gently caressing my chest, the skin of my side and underarm, slowly tickling me down my stomach. A single finger gently slipped between the wet folds of my pussy and found my aching clit. He rubbed it up and down as I moaned in relief and ecstasy.

"Your clit gets so hard. Do you like when I touch it like this?" he whispered.

"Yes, uh huh," I moaned with my eyes closed, biting the inside of my lip.

He pinched it lightly before he took his fingers away, and all I could feel besides my arms with the blood draining from them as they hung over my head, was the tingling aftermath of his touch.

"Don't stop!" I shouted. "Put your finger back—please!"

Justin obliged. My clit felt like the tip of a stiff rod. I don't recall it ever being this swollen before in my life. It was sensitive from every angle that his wet finger moved, and I need it to explode.

A few moments passed and my knees are feeling weak. Justin removes his finger again and I growl at him as he lowers my arms. He begins pulling me by the leash like a prisoner, leading me to his bedroom. Below my hard clit, I can feel the wetness that is dripping out of me as we walk. I am ready for him, ready to be tied to his bed and fucked.

Hard!

We crossed into his room, but as I aimed for his bed he jerked me to a stop by my restraint. Strong hands spun me back toward the door face first, pulling my arms up again, and I see him throwing the leash end of his belt over the door. Then he closed it and I realize I am now chained upright and bare-assed on his door.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He ignored me. I see his clothes landing piece by piece on the floor beside us. Shirt, shoes, pants.

Oh thank Christ! I want this!

Suddenly, I feel his hot and very hard cock press onto the crack of my ass, his bare chest against my back. He runs his hands down my arms and into my hair, winding it up in a bunch that he can hold and pull, and that’s just what he does. He tugs my head back and licks my neck.

"You're going to cum soon, and it's going to be huge," he whispers. "I'm going to wind you up until you scream, just like you ordered."

His other hand slides down my back as his body moves away from me a bit so he can put some momentum behind his swing. He smacks my ass stiffly and licks my neck and ear. A few more spanks had me stinging pleasantly. I feel him maneuver himself, and he thrust his hardness into my pussy from behind, pulling my hair each time he thrust into me.

"Oh, God! Fuck me," I begged. "Fuck me hard!"

He reaches around and grabs me by my pussy, pressing my face and chest into the door and fucking me like an animal. My clit twitched as he found it with his fingertips again, stroking it while his cock bangs me.

"You feel so good. It feels wonderful inside you," he growls.

"Make me cum! Fuck me and make me cum!" I squealed back.

Justin stopped, pulling out of me, but before I could protest, he was on his knees crawling and turning between my legs, his mouth sucking on my clit. His tongue slashed up and down.

I screamed, feeling my orgasm coming, and then Justin slipped his fingers in me. I didn't usually cum standing up, but it was building. He smacked my cheeks and ran his hand through the valley of my ass, lightly touching my anus. It sent an electric spasm to my pussy. The fact that I liked it embarrassed me, but I couldn't move away, and he knew it. I was his prisoner. I didn't want him to stop, but I was afraid to let him know that.

He did it again, his mouth sucking my clit, fingers torturing my G-spot, and a gentle touch on my asshole. I screamed uncontrollably, letting out my secret. My knees threatened to give out, my hips fucked his face. There was no denying it now.

I humped his face wickedly, screaming that I was going to cum. My solid clit popped and snapped under his flicking tongue, and my juices ran down my legs. The back of his head was banging against the door as I fuck against him, but he didn't stop tickling my ass and ramming my pussy.

"Holy fucking Christ!" I squealed.

My body is rupturing; there is no other way to describe it. My thighs are a quivering mess, struggling their best to keep me up. The only sounds are my incoherent screams of ecstasy and the thumping of Justin's head into the door, which only serves to turn me on more. I completely seized under is relentless tongue.

Spasm after spasm erupted. My arms yank at the restraint, desperate to break free and control his head and mouth because I am too sensitive, it was too intense, but I am at his mercy. I cannot even close my legs because he is between them and they are holding me up. The control was his, and he brought me to the furthest point I'd ever been until I finally crashed over the waterfall.

And it was a waterfall, because I had never seen so much run out of me before. My wetness is dripping down Justin's face and throat. The fingers he has in me, that entire hand is soaked and it is dripping down his wrist and forearm.

Once my screams died in to moans, Justin climbs out from between my legs and turns me to face him, twisting the belt still closed in the door. With no gentleness at all, he grabs me by my legs and ass and lifts me up around his waist. His hard cock slipped right into my wet heat without any trouble as he slammed my back against the door.