The Unblocked Collection (38 page)

DEREK

FEELING HER WEAKEN
in my hands as she asked me to kiss her was more fuel than I needed. I held her even tighter and lifted her. She squealed when she found herself in the air. I set her on the countertop, shoving the basket of fruit and stack of magazines out of my way.

“I was going to eat those,” she said, staring at the bananas on the floor.

I gripped her cheeks, dragging her face toward mine. “I’ll buy you more.” And then I devoured her, giving her the kiss she had asked for. I wanted to make her cunt drip from just my lips pressing against hers and my tongue slowly gliding into her mouth. Her breathing told me how ready she was, so did her hands as they pulled at the buttons on my shirt. I stopped her. “Put your hands on the edge of the counter. The only time you move them is if I tell you to. Understood?”

“But what about—”

“No questions. Just enjoy this, Frankie.”

As she smiled and followed my command, I removed her tank top. There was no bra beneath it; that had been evident since she’d answered the door. Her nipples were harder than the stone she sat on. They stared at me, taunting my teeth as I tugged her tight pants off, but left her red lace panties on.

I stepped back to take a look at her, with her legs spread over the granite and her hands gripping it submissively, and her hair tousled and falling over her tits. “Fuck, Frankie.” What the hell had I done to deserve someone this beautiful, this stunning, who willingly gave me her body and let me do anything I wanted to it?

I was a lucky man. I had finally realized it.

Now, I was intent on appreciating it.

I walked to her wine rack, took the bottle she had poured from earlier, and brought it back to the island. I held it between her legs.

“What are you doing with that?”

“No questions.” She was smiling; I wanted to lick that grin off her face. “Just kiss me, Frankie.”

Her tits pressed against my neck the same way her mouth locked to mine. My cock rubbed on the inside of my jeans, pounding to be released and sunk into her warm snugness. Our tongues circled, and I teased mine deeper into her mouth, hinting at what I would do to her pussy.

When her kisses turned greedy, almost as demanding as her fingers had been, I pulled back. “Take those off.” I motioned to her panties and watched as she wiggled them down. “Now lie back.” She laid across the stone and I pulled her ass to the edge. She wrapped her legs around me and ran her feet over the backs of my thighs, over my ass and down again. “Keep gripping that counter and don’t let go.”

I poured some of the wine over her navel, and she moaned. The dark liquid pooled in her belly button. I leaned forward, placed my mouth over the hole, and sucked it dry. “That feels… so good,” she said. I drizzled more over her, this time on her ribcage. It ran over the sides of her and onto the counter. I caught as much as I could in my mouth, licking my way along her ridges. Then I pointed the bottle between her tits and let it run over them, trailing down her stomach and washing over her pussy. My tongue followed, heading for her clit so I could lap it all up.

I could tell this was something she had never done before, she was having a hard time staying still. Her grunting filled the silence as my tongue flicked over her clit, licking from side to side, trying to catch every bit of wine while the sensations built inside her.

“Oh my God.”

“Not yet,” I demanded.

“But I…”

“Not yet!”

My nose pressed against the top of her pussy; my lips were buried inside, and my tongue plunged so fucking deep she was able to ride it. And she did…the wine dripped out of her navel and ran down her thighs, into her sweet, soft cunt. It tasted so goddamn good.

“I can’t stop it,” she cried. “I can’t…”

I wanted to have her like this for hours, but I wanted to feel her come, too. “Then do it right now.” My order sent quivers through her whole body, her pussy clenching around my tongue while waves of pleasure spread over her stomach.

“Oh
shiiiiit
!” she screamed, until she stilled.

I stopped licking and slowly pulled my face out from between her legs. I wiped the moisture off my beard, but only because it was mixed with wine. Had it just been her juices, I would have left it, treasured it. Tasted it again and again until I showered in the morning.

She finally opened her eyes, loosened her grip on the counter, and looked down at me. “In the restaurant, you told me you were going to pour wine all over me, just like you told me you were going to use your flannel to tie me to your headboard. I guess I shouldn’t doubt you when it comes to getting me off.”

I washed my face at the sink, then dampened a paper towel and brought it over to her. She made me smile, and I didn’t hide it. “No, you shouldn’t.” I wiped her pussy, cleaning her off gently.

“Sit up now.”

I washed her tits, pausing to softly flick my tongue over each nipple. They grew as I sucked them into my mouth and brushed my teeth over the ends. “I can’t get enough of you,” I said, finally pulling my tongue away. Her gunmetal eyes stared into mine. She had forgiven me; she had even gotten me to open up a little. There was more I could do, more reassurance I could give. “I will never disrespect you that way again. You have my word, and as I’ve proven to you my word is my bond.”

Her eyes softened, her fingers lifting to brush over my beard. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” I dropped the paper towel and reached my hands around her, cupping her ass cheeks. “You gave me this tonight.”

“I did.”

“As much as I just want to take it, I won’t unless you really give it to me. Is that what you’re doing?” She chewed on her lip as though she were thinking about my question. Her cheeks turned flush, her hands continuing to brush over my whiskers. “Before you answer that, answer this: do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust me when I say I would never hurt your body.”

A smirk crossed her mouth. “Never?”

“The pain won’t be intended to hurt you, but to please you in a completely new way.” I tugged her hands off my face and used my beard to skim around her nipple. “In a way you’ve never felt before.” I moved back to her lips. “If I don’t think you can handle it, I’ll stop. If you don’t think you can handle it, I need you to tell me. But I need you to trust me, Frankie.”

“I trust you,” she whispered. “So, yes…I’m giving it to you.”

FRANKIE

I LAID
on my back in the center of the bed, watching Derek roll the condom over his dick and climb onto the mattress. My knees bent instinctively, my thighs rising until they pressed into my stomach. I felt him at the entrance of my ass.

“Trust me.” His voice was as rough and raw as his beard, the bristles that were now brushing against my thighs as his tongue swiped down my…pussy—a word he made me want to use now. He dropped lower and lower, until his mouth finally reached my ass.

“Oh!” My back lifted off the bed in response. “I trust you,” I breathed, reminding myself as much as him. I’d never felt a tongue on that spot, never felt soft wet pressure in that area. He was drenching my hole, probing it with the tip of his tongue. He was teasing my clit with his fingers at the same time. Having him down that low was such a foreign sensation. But tantalizing—naughty and taboo, even, which made it all the more erotic.

“There isn’t a part of your body that doesn’t taste delicious.”

I couldn’t keep from blushing as his words vibrated against my ass cheeks. He hadn’t been there more than a few seconds, and already a sensation was building inside me. It was different from my usual orgasm; this was more concentrated on the lower part of my stomach, a warming that ended with small tingling bursts. He sensed the tension and slowed down, stopping the build as he moved back up my body. “Kiss me.”

“Derek—”

“Fucking kiss me, Frankie.”

I couldn’t deny the face that stared back at me. He was gorgeous and demanding and controlling, and I wanted all of it…around me, on me, and most definitely inside me. As his mouth ravished mine, he gently inserted his finger—just a bit, like he had done the last time he’d been in this spot, allowing me to get used to it. As I began to move with him, he gradually increased his speed and pressure. One finger eventually turned to two, then three; he rubbed my clit at the same time. I found myself not just moving from the pressure, but actually grinding against it. Through my moans, I was begging for more.

And more is what he gave me.

His fingers were replaced by the tip of his dick. “Trust me,” he repeated.

I closed my eyes, keeping my mouth on his, taking in his tongue at the same time I was taking in his cock. His mouth affected me tremendously, bringing out the most intense sensations. With the combined rubbing on my clit and the crown of his dick pushing into me, my body didn’t know which one to focus on, which sensation was causing it to scream out in pleasure.

“If it hurts,” he said, “you need to tell me to stop.”

There was a slight burning feeling as he moved in deeper and my ass worked to take in more. It became much more pleasurable when my body fully accepted him. Even when it had, he didn’t thrust inside me with all his power. He moved at a pace I could handle, one I was comfortable with.

“Derek,” I moaned.

He growled, his lips traveling to my neck, just under my jaw where my pulse throbbed. “I knew you’d like it.” He punched his hips forward until he was completely surrounded by me. “
Fuuuck
,” he hissed. “I’ve never been inside anything this tight before.”

I could feel what he meant, how my ass hugged him as he slid through all the slickness. Some of the lubricant had come from his licking; the rest I had created on my own. “Oh God,” I grunted as he started moving faster. He was gliding out to his tip and shoving back in. His fingertips were swirling over my clit.

I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I needed to hold on so something other than this bed could bear some of the pleasure that was streaming through my body.

“Harder,” he insisted.

“My nails?”

“Claw me fucking
harder,
Frankie.”

I couldn’t imagine that stabbing his skin felt as good as what he was doing to me, but his request combined with the sounds that came out of him was such a turn on.

“You’re too tight,” he said. “I’m…going to come.”

I almost laughed. “That’s a bad thing?”

“I need so much more of this before either of us even think about coming.”

“More?” I shuddered. “But I’m almost ready now.”

“Don’t you dare!” He sat up taller on his knees, straightening his body and pulling my legs so they straddled his waist. My back raised off the bed, my arms holding most of my weight. The new position gave him more freedom to go as deep or as shallow as he wanted. His hands returned—one on my clit, circling it with a fierce speed, and the other on my nipple. He tugged it and pinched it between his fingers.

So much building was happening inside my body. The way he rubbed my clit triggered a burst in my navel…the steady pumping in and out of my ass caused a desire that spread and peaked again and again in an endless wave. Even the clamping of my nipples caused a prickle to travel through my whole chest. The sight of his face was the only thing that kept me in the moment. Otherwise, the combination of it all would have overtaken me, and I’d have been shuddering on his dick in seconds. And I wouldn’t do that…not until he gave me permission—partly because I enjoyed giving him that bit of power, and partly because the challenge of holding off my orgasm was as pleasurable as having one.

“Your fucking ass, Frankie…I’ll never be able to get enough of it.”

I covered his hand with mine as he pinched my nipple, and I squeezed his fingers so he gripped the small pebble even harder. He groaned when he realized what I was doing, complied and squeezed with the force I wanted.

My head drove into the mattress. “Derek…
ahhhhh
.”

“Your ass is getting even wetter.”

“It’s you.” I tilted my head forward so I could look at him again. “It’s what you’re doing to me.”

He jerked forward, giving me quick, hard thrusts. I screamed after each one. “If I don’t stop soon, my dick is going to break this condom and I’m going to fill your fucking ass with cum.”

His dirty words always sent me so close to the edge. “Come, Derek…please,” I begged.

“I want you to come before I do.” My eyes closed, my feet tightened around him. “So you come first, Frankie. Come
right fucking now
.”

I was already there; I had practically been there since the moment the burning had stopped. My muscles, my navel, my breasts—they all started to boil right before he pumped me to a screaming peak. I didn’t know where the orgasm was born, which part of me felt the most pleasure or what was contracting, shaking, shuddering. But I felt it from inside me, outside me. I moaned through it until I ran out of breath. Then I watched him have his—his eyes pierced mine right before he ravaged my lips, his grunts spreading over my face, his hands gripping me in such a way that I could feel his pleasure as much as my own.