Is This Your Girl? Ch. 06

His fingers shoved into her panties, and finally, unease and weak alarm rang through the lust and need.

She broke the kiss, doing her best to vocalize that uneasy alarm. His mouth found her neck, nipping and sucking, stealing away the breath required for that attempt, a gasp her only response for a few seconds. Those few seconds proved invaluable for his fingers, letting them glide along her soaked sex. The touch there sent a strong jolt over her, her hands curling into his shirt.

"You like that?"

She fought for words, caught between a need for his touch and the dim yet still present understanding that this was a precarious situation, one that called for careful self-extrication.

"We shouldn't..."

The two words were all she managed to say before his fingers stroked deftly, turning her resistance into another gasp.

"We shouldn't what?" he asked, still busy at her neck.

"...do this," she finished, her voice absent almost any resolve.

The deft strokes continued. Her knees shook from the pleasure coursing through her.

It's been so fucking long since anyone's touched me there.

"I thought you wanted me to make you feel good."

Her body was eager, the pleasure adding to her wetness. But she marshaled whatever remaining willpower she possessed, managing to address her unease and alarm.

"This isn't...right..."

"Feels right to me. You need this. Let me take care of you."

The soft brush of his breath along her ear did not help. She shivered at the sensation and the actual words, the soothing, approving way he spoke to her.

"You know you need this."

Her hips rolled into his touch, her nipples hard inside her bra.

"I do," she admitted. "So fucking bad..."

His hand slipped from her panties. The disappointment that sprung up was immediately allayed by him taking her by the waist and lifting her bodily onto a table next to them. She squealed in surprise, and then moaned as he slid her panties down. Her hips lifted instinctively, driven by need. The panties fluttered to the floor. She glanced down at them, aware in the part of her mind battling the besieging lust that this was another step too far.

"You're alright," he drawled. "Let me take care of you."

Her legs spread, another movement driven by need. The unease and alarm warred with desire and that need. He tugged her dress over her hips, leaving her lower half laid bare.

"Just relax," he told her, a soothing hand caressing her upper thigh.

The skin-on-skin contact was an undeniable delight, but it spurred on the alarm, the surge warring with the tide of desire.

"We shouldn't do this," she muttered, even as she watched him sink to his knees, and felt him take hold of her hips.

"It's alright."

"Wait..."

"It's alright."

His mouth found her pussy. She gasped, her hips shoving forward into his face, her back arching, a hand flying down to grab a fistful of his hair.

Oh fuck...

After the deftness of his fingers, she was primed for the steadiness of his mouth. He licked and sucked at her slit, slurping up her juices, funneling a fierce pleasure into her nerves. She gazed down with wide eyes, taken aback and stunned. The alarm dissipated quickly. The desire raged forth in its place.

Oh fuck yes...

Another buck of her hips shook the table. His hands squeezed. She willed herself to stay still, grabbing at the edge of the table with her other hand, using her grip on his hair as another anchor. The licking and sucking were loud in the room, underlined by her ragged gasps. More of her juices fell prey to him, leaving her marveling at his thirst, at the way he ate her up, showing off a need similar to hers. The pleasure roared through her, following the rhythm of his mouth.

Oh fuck yes, this is what I needed...

There was no alarm, no unease, nothing beyond that need in the process of fulfillment, a craving in the midst of sating, a body starved for intimate sensations overwhelmed by a sudden and strong influx of them. The enthusiastic pace kept her gasping and shuddering, her best attempts to stay still occasionally defeated by a squirming spell.

The pleasure rose. She clutched at the fistful of his hair, basking in the sensations. Her eyes flickered to the closed door, and her mind went to the couples on the nearby dance floor, ignorant to their shared passion.

One of his hands moved from her hip. She glanced back down just in time to watch a finger slip inside her. The intrusion added a complement to the licking and sucking at her slit and offered yet more pleasure. The finger wriggled curiously, testing her channel. Another part of her left untouched by another for so long was now blessed with attention.

The pleasure rose higher, thanks to the addition of that finger, the digit inching deeper. Her eyes were pinned to the spectacle of him gorging himself on her cream. Stronger jolts fired through her, leaving her unable to hold back an occasional buck or jerk. Victor was undaunted by those movements, his other hand holding her hip, letting him focus on her sex.

An orgasm soon beckoned.

"I'm close...gonna cum..."

His eyes focused on her face for a long moment. The licking and slurping did not stop, pushing her towards that ecstasy.

The finger slotted to the last knuckle inside her. A swell of gratitude came over her. She had given in to his entreaties and had been rewarded by the pleasure he could bring to bear.

Orgasm struck. She cried out, bucking on the table, wallowing in the thrills cascading along her. The ecstasy was stronger and sharper than what she had been forced to subsist on due to Connor's chastity. The bouts of bliss brought on by her own hand were not comparable to this rush of euphoria, this assault on every single sense and sensibility, this climactic peak Victor had guided her to.

The afterglow settled over her.

And was summarily dispelled when he captured her clit in his mouth. The quick suck dragged another cry from her, this one of surprise, but bleeding into a squeal of delight. His finger pulled back, and slid forward, rubbing along her channel.

The combination of the focus on her clit and the steady fingerfucking ushered another orgasm closer. His mouth teased the sensitive nub, the stimulation light yet intent.

Another orgasm struck. She cried out again, the table shaking at her wilder bucking and jerking. The rush of juices that followed offered more for him to slurp up. Her mind emptied of everything but an appreciation for him and the pleasure he had given her.

His finger left her, and he stood, stepping back to let her come down from the ecstasy. She bit her lip at the smirk that curled on his face, amusement mixed with desire.

"You really needed that, huh?"

She nodded, reaching out to grab at his shirt, using it to tug him closer for a kiss. The subtly sweet flavor on his lips reminded her of where they had just been, but she did not draw back, tasting herself on him.

His mouth slipped off hers, nipping at her neck. His hand snuck back in between her legs.

"You want more?"

She nodded again, grinding into his touch.

"Please..."

"Then let's get out of here. My place isn't far."

At the back of her mind, buried underneath the passion and pleasure, a weak alarm came to life. Even with the privacy of the storage room, she was still in a public place, with friends nearby. But a trip to his place would leave her alone.

Alone with him. And his mouth...and his fingers...and his dick...

The last part of that thought sent the strongest jolt yet through her. The alarm was buried deeper under the excitement that accompanied it.

"Okay...let's get out of here."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Kayla stood restlessly next to Victor, waiting for him to open the door.

Her neediness had occasionally flagged on the way back here, the alarm and unease taking advantage to fight their way back towards prominence. The only friend she had seen on the way out of the bar had been Michelle, at the end of the bar making out with Theo. Closing out her tab had been quick enough. The trek to his place had offered time, and distance from the pulsating music, and her mind had begun to come down from the muddying heights of pleasure and passion. But every so often, while waiting to cross a street or just because, Victor would pull her against him and kiss her, and her neediness would return with a vengeance.

And now, outside of his apartment, it was high, even just his hand holding hers adding to it.

The second the door closed behind them, he pulled her to him again. His hands ducked under her dress, claiming handfuls of her ass, making her moan.

I'll probably never see those panties again.

She blushed, thinking about them left behind on the storage room floor in the rush to leave. A few times during the trek to his place, when they had stopped to make out, one of his hands had snuck under her dress, stroking along her sex or squeezing her ass, reminding her that her bottom half was left bare.

His mouth found her neck. She moaned again, clutching at his shirt. Her hips ground against him, feeling a bulge in his jeans.

"Yeah, you need to be fucked good and hard," he commented.

The words, and the promise held in them, sent a shiver down her spine.

His hands encircled her waist and lifted her into the air. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck, feeling his chest against her. His footsteps jostled her on the way to the bedroom, but she held on tight.

Soon, the bed was underneath her. He loomed over her, hunger in his eyes. Her legs spread instinctively.

He helped her slip her dress off and tossed it aside. The hunger intensified at the sight of her almost entirely naked. Her shoes came off next and were tossed aside just as unceremoniously.

"Take it off," he told her, nodding to her bra.

She blushed again, but obeyed despite a sudden shyness, his enthusiasm overriding that demure spell. Her bra joined the rest of her outfit, leaving her vulnerable to his attention.

"Goddamn, baby girl, your body's amazing..."

Her blush burned hotter.

He stripped off his shirt. Her eyes drank in his muscles, that firmness she had already felt. A hand crept over her belly towards her sex.

His jeans followed, her eyes trailing over the briefs underneath, the bulge there enticing. She touched herself, watching him undress. His eyes were still on her, watching her masturbate in turn, that bulge straining.

The briefs were the last to go, leaving him as naked as her, the enticing bulge now revealed.

She gazed at his cock, the meaty spear arcing gently, aimed squarely at her. A jolt shot into her core, and her legs spread wider, her pussy twitching at the thought of that beast inside it. A fingertip eased inside her, but she already knew it would provide paltry pleasure compared to what his cock could offer.

"Please...please, Victor..."

He climbed onto the bed, a hand landing on her calf, running up along her thigh.

"Don't worry, I'll give you just what you need."

She nodded, watching his hand ease up her belly, reaching her breasts. The juxtaposition of his dark skin atop her lighter tone was lewd, a view that went along with the illicit delight of his hand caressing her there, yet another part of her succumbing to his touch. His finger alighted atop a stiff nipple.

Her eyes flickered to his cock, so close to her pussy. He hovered over her, and she found herself craving him directly atop her, wanting him to pin her down and continue his assertive handling of her needy body. Another blush erupted across her cheeks at that thought.

He moved off her, pulling open the drawer of the bedside table, fishing out a condom.

Her legs stayed spread wide, her finger coming out to trace idly over her slit. She watched him put the condom on, trailing its descent over the veined flesh of that shaft. The thick inches made her bite her lip, eager for it inside her even as a slight concern arose.

I haven't had one as big as that...but I want it inside me...I need it inside me.

She squirmed, her pussy dripping wet, her hands taking up fistfuls of the bedsheets.

"Don't worry, you'll get it," he assured her.

The few long seconds he took to ogle her nakedness did not assuage that neediness. Her eyes pleaded wordlessly as gasps began to fall from her.

He finally moved back between her legs, trailing his hands over her thighs again. The contact drew a mewl from her, the desire in that noise adding to her blush. One of his hands landed on her hip, while the other closed around the base of his shaft, guiding it to her awaiting sex, the folds soaked with her liquid arousal.

The head pressed against those folds, stealing her breath. She glanced from that spectacular sight to his face, his eyes aimed in turn at that same sight, the hunger there expressed just as starkly as in her previous mewl. A shiver washed along her. She clutched tighter at the sheets.

A steady push opened her slit. Victor patiently fed the first inch through.

Fuck...

She glanced back in between her legs, watching another inch pack inside her, forcing her slit to stretch, another intimate barrier falling easily to him, another victim of her neediness. Her juices offered plenty of slickness to help him delve deeper, drawing a strained groan from her.

"You can take it," he said confidently.

She nodded, again wanting to prove him right.

The next few inches stretched her further, his shaft a much more formidable intruder than her faithful dildo. She did not move, wanting to feel every inch of him, needing to offer herself to him, out of gratitude for the pleasure he had given her back in the storage room and hope for more of the same.

"That's it, good girl," he drawled, sinking deeper still, moving carefully.

She moaned at the praise, her knuckles white from her grip on the sheets.

Another inch slotted into her.

"You're taking it just like I knew you could."

"Don't stop...please..."

"I'm not stopping until I'm balls deep. And I won't stop for long then."

She moaned again, glancing back down at her lips splaying open around his invasion.

A steady push sent the rest of him inside her. True to his word, he paused, cherishing the sensation of her channel torn open around him. She fought for breath, her body working to adjust to his cock even with its enthusiasm.

Also true to his word, he slid back, rubbing along her walls, more juices squishing out with the retreat. She watched that shaft appear, more and more coming out, until just the head was inside her, an aching emptiness where the rest of it had been. Her whine made him smirk.

"Don't worry, you'll get what you need."

He leaned forward and kissed her. Her back arched as she pressed herself into him, hands moving from the sheets to run along his shoulders.

His hips eased forward. She shuddered, laying there, letting him pack her full again. The insistent advance sent her pleasure surging higher. The sensation was strong and sharp, his shaft stretching her out, but she felt entirely comfortable pinned down by him.

Victor moved with a measured patience. Their mouths slid together, little moans spilling from her, satisfied growls from him. One of his hands darted up between them to her breasts, caressing there.

"I know you can take it," he murmured in her ear, adding a teasing nip at the lobe.

She nodded, squirming.

His hips swung forward, driving his cock deep. She squealed, his shaft bulling through her channel, forcing it to yield. The rush of meat sent her eyes rolling in their sockets, her nails digging into his shoulders. Juices flowed steadily from her, slicking the sheets underneath them.

"You can take it."

She fixated on those words as more thrusts followed. They were still measured, not a wild barrage but a purposeful retreat and then an equally purposeful shove back into her heated depths. Her body was still eager, even with the added strain of the increased vigor.

I can take it.

His hips moved smoothly, back and forth, testing her pussy, finding it snug, happily accommodating his cock. She clutched at him, her legs wrapping around his waist to help secure herself. The pleasure soared higher.

"Good girl..."

His hot breath tickled her neck, and then his mouth latched on, sucking possessively. She luxuriated in her station, at his mercy, his to take advantage of.

Soon, the pleasure approached climax. She bucked, barely bothering him, his thrusts offsetting those spasmodic movements. His mouth switched to leaving kisses along the curve of her neck. Sweat trickled off him and onto her. His firm hands groped her here and there, her breasts, her thighs, her hips, her ass.

"Please don't stop...I'm so close..."

"Go ahead and cum. Don't hold back."

She whimpered, bucking again.

The climax struck. She dug her nails into his skin to find better purchase. Her channel twitched and seized, bathing his shaft in more juices. More gratitude swelled inside her.

His next thrust came harder, drawing a cry from her, containing equal parts delight and strain. More followed, his cock striking deep, the squishing of her abundant juices offering a lewd soundtrack. Another cry ripped from her as she was battered by a more furious attention, that cock making its presence felt quite acutely.

"You can take it," he growled in her ear. "Be a good girl for me."

She whimpered again, nodding obediently. Her pussy clutched at his surging shaft, welcoming its intrusion.

"That's it, keep taking it."

His hips rose and fell. The thrusts left her pinned underneath him and happy to be in that position. The pleasure rose back up with a relentless pace, spurred on by the thrill of taking the brunt of his lust. His mouth found hers again, and he kissed her, his tongue quickly slipping through her lips.

Another orgasm swept over her. His mouth returned to her neck, letting her next cry fill the room. The hand roaming along her body fixated on her breasts.

He murmured into her ear, the exact words not quite penetrating through the haze of ecstasy. The sentiments were nevertheless understood, encouragement and assurance, telling her she could endure what he was unleashing, that she was made to weather his passion. Just his breath brushing over her skin offered yet more delight.

His cock did not stop screwing into her, keeping her channel stretched, the deep drubbing stirring up plenty of pleasure along with a slight ache. The ache was embraced along with everything else.

"You can take it, that's it, take this dick, just like that..."

Her third orgasm followed. More cries filled the room, underlined by his murmured encouragement and breathless groans. His hand squeezed rudely at her breast, trapping its nipple against his palm.

The next thrust was harder still, jostling her, interrupting the afterglow. His effort picked up in power and speed until he was rutting into her. Her cries grew more strained but there was still plenty of pleasure in them.

"Fucking take it, come on, come on..."

He reared up, staring down at her.

"Come on, that's it, I'm close too, keep taking it..."

She mewled at his announcement. Her legs locked tighter around his waist, her channel clenching on his cock.

"Good girl, that's it..."

The thrusts pushed her closer to another climax. Her pussy mindlessly milked his length, hoping to bring on climax for him as well. She clung to his back, appreciating the rippling muscles under her touch.

He fired off several more hard thrusts, grabbing at the headboard for extra leverage. Tears brimmed at her eyes from the viciousness, his shaft pounding into her, sending juices splattering about.

"I knew you could take it," he growled, filling her with a strange pride.