Just Friends?

"If I remember right, it went something like this..." He smirked, and nibbled her neck, canines digging into her clenched tendons, making her exhale harshly. He bit deeper, his hands tightening further on her wrists as she writhed around, trying to avoid his sharp teeth. He stilled and looked down at her.

She looked up with what she hoped was defiance, her eyes meeting his, and then he was devouring her. His lips came down hard, almost bruising in their intensity, and his hands left hers, tangling themselves in her hair and drawing her closer, pulling frantically against her face and hair. She gaspgasped against his mouth, reeling from shock and the excited lurch in her gut, and he took the opening to force his tongue in, angling her head and deepening the kiss. She bit his tongue, and he reeled back, eyes flashing.

"Are you going to behave, or do I need to make you?"

"What, exactly, do you plan on doing to me?" She attempted to sound disapproving, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his lips, and, privately, she liked the sound of punishment more than she should.

"Keep misbehaving and you'll see," he warned darkly, lowering his lips to hers again, one hand gripping her jaw. He kissed her again, biting her lip harshly, as she whimpered. When his tongue wormed into her mouth, she tried to push it out with hers, as he began frantically kissing her, stubble scraping her face raw. His tongue dominated her mouth, wrapping around her tongue and probing against her teeth.

She clenched her shaking legs together, hands fisted, and though her brain was screaming at her to regain control, to stop this before it was too late, her body had different plans.

Without any conscious permission, her hands climbed to his shoulders, and he growled approvingly as sharp nails raked down his back. His teeth pushed against hers as she raked down his back again. She moved up and against him, breath coming in whirlwind pants as they tried to lose themselves in each other. He broke the kiss minutes or hours later, and rested his forehead against hers, breathing harshly.

"I don't think you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that," he said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice shot straight to her core, her overheated blood swirling sluggishly through her brain and heart and cheeks. She covered it by ducking her head, but his fingers caught her chin, lifting it, and she met his eyes. Whatever he saw there made him lower his lips to hers again with a groan.

This kiss was different, though. The fury and hunger were gone, and what was left was unexpectedly sweet and soft. She bit his lip and ran her tongue over the indents, sucking and pulling. He met her with enthusiasm, and there was silence save for their panting breaths, and the rustle of their clothes as they moved against each other.

His hand trailed down to her shirt, deftly undoing her haphazard work, revealing again her bra, and her heaving chest, stained pink with exertion and want. Her breath caught in her throat as he lowered his lips to her breasts with a final, burning look. His hands were gentle, stroking her breast through the cups of her bra, but his teeth were ruthless, biting and marking and claiming. She pushed his head, and he barely budged, instead sucking hard enough to make her yelp.

When he pulled away, her skin glistened wetly, bruising even as she watched. He rumbled in satisfaction, and repeated the motion, until her breasts were swollen, skin broken and sensitive.

"Take off your shirt," he commanded, lips full and eyes bright. She remembered his warning, and some idiot part of her brain replied,

"Make me."

His answering smile was all pointed edges and signs flashing danger.

"I thought I told you to behave."

"What makes you think I'll do as I'm told?"

she shot back, immediately regretting the words as he lifted himself off her, dragging her from the sofa and into the bedroom.

She struggled vainly, and he locked his arms around her, bending her over the mattress and pushing her face deep into the covers as she struggled to breathe. He yanked at her shirt, and it came away with a clatter of buttons and a few ominous pops. He pushed one hand against her head as she attempted to raise it, fingers curling warningly in her hair. With his other hand, he unsnapped her bra, worming his fingers up and around to her nipple and pinching sharply.

She yelped into the blankets as he continued his assault, twist-pulling, bruising her nipple with his rough fingers, the calloused pads grating against her delicate skin. His teeth sunk deep into her shoulder, and her bra was pulled off with the same carelessness and ferocity as her shirt.

Without warning, he picked her up, throwing her whole body onto the bed. When she spun around, attempting to roll up and away, he pounced, pinning her shoulders with a feral smile. He dropped his teeth to her uncovered breasts, and lathed them with his tongue, coaxing her abused nipples to attention. He rolled a piercing between his teeth as she whimpered and struggled, before he bit down, hard, sucking forcefully. A small squeak worked its way up her throat, and he paused his torment to grin at her.

"I did warn you." She turned her head away, trying to control her breathing, only for him to yank it back sharply, fingers snarled in her hair. He kissed her again, savagely, as one hand continued its assault, rolling and pinching and stroking until she thought she would catch fire. She whimpered into his mouth, and their teeth clinked together as he grinned at the sound.

"I like that sound a lot more than what's usually coming out of your mouth," he growled against her lips. Her witty retort was muffled by his lips pressing against hers, and his hand moved between their bodies, fumbling with the catch on her pants.

She pushed at his shoulders and pulled at his hair, the panic rising and fighting with the arousal that dulled her movements. She panted, brain whirling. He wouldn't actually, would he? And did she want him to? No, she would tell him to stop, and he would, because they were friends, and that meant more.

She tried to say stop, but her words were swallowed by his lips, and as he began kissing his way down her neck, to her much-abused breasts, and lower, she found the words frozen on her lips, swallowed by the wave of sensation rushing up her body. Her pants were removed with a rustle of fabric, and she squirmed as the cold air of the room assaulted her, goosebumps prickling along her legs. His shirt followed shortly after, and she had a moment to appreciate the bright colours of the tattoos scrolling up his arms and down his chest before he squatted between her legs.

He was silent, and stared down at the length of her body, tangled in his covers, with her bruised chest heaving. She attempted to bring her legs together, embarrassed, and he shoved them open, her hips popping with the force. She pulled at his hair weakly, but he ignored her, a look of rapt attention on his face as he slowly dragged a finger along her underwear. He growled at the feel of the fabric, soaked through by her traitorous body. His fingers curled in, and she huffed a breath, unable to take her eyes off him. His hands snapped to her waist, and, with a rip, her underwear was gone.

"H-Hey! How am I supposed to leave with half of my clothes destroyed?" She protested weakly, eyes still locked on his unmoving form. He looked up at her, eyes unfocussed, and, instead of responding, carded his fingers through the sodden curls adorning the top of her pussy, the tips of his fingers just brushing against her engorged clit. She jerked up, instinctively chasing the feeling of his hard fingers on her. He smiled at that, and brushed her clit again, amused by the feeble thrusts of her hips. His fingers danced just on the edge, tempting and forbidden, and she had to bite back a frustrated scream as his hands skimmed back up her body, her cunt pulsing hungrily.

"I don't know that you've been punished enough, so I don't think I should reward you yet," he hummed, looking at her disheveled state with dark pleasure. Ellie set her jaw stubbornly.

"I don't want a reward, just give me some clothes and let me up. I want to go home." She almost believed herself. He cocked an eyebrow at that, and reached one hand down, skimming the entrance to her hot, throbbing pussy. She couldn't help the whine that escaped, or the twist of her hips, trying to coax him deeper.

"Yea," he rasped, "that's what I thought." She blushed, feeling it travel down her chest, and he watched the skin redden with interest. He tugged her to a sitting position, then pulled her from the bed, dragging her forward a few steps, to a floor length mirror.

"You're going to watch yourself as you suck me off," he informed her, matter-of-factly.

"And what makes you think I'll do that?" she challenged, cheeks still flushed.

"Because I'll return the favour," he said lowly, pushing on the top of her head. She couldn't help the wave of heat that rushed through her, or the dig of her teeth into her lip at the thought of his stubble between her legs, his tongue swirling, squirming, lapping... She clenched her legs, and turned her head, nose in the air. He sighed, sounding put upon.

"You really are just making this harder for yourself," he said mildly. "If you would have just behaved, I could have had my cock buried in you by now."

She tried to feign disinterest, even as her stomach turned over at his dark tone, and her eyes flicked to his jeans, his cock clearly straining to get out. Well good. If she wasn't getting what she wanted, then he wouldn't either. She twirled away, attempting to bolt through the door, and he pinned her against a wall, dragging his lips up her neck, grinding his erection against her soft, round ass.

"Oh no," he breathed. "You're not getting off that easily." He chuckled quietly at his double entendre, and, at the same time, sent his hand whistling through the air to land on her ass with a sharp CRACK. Her eyes widened as heat, then pain, flashed through her. Before she could say anything, there was another crack, and another. She attempted to twist her body from the assault, but he merely gathered her hands in one of his, and slammed them against the wall, almost certainly bruising her wrists in the process.

That pain was overshadowed by the burning that was climbing up her ass, turning her whole body hot and tense, like she was a midsummer storm about to unleash a tempest. His hand came down again, again, and, after ten dizzying smacks, his hand came to rest on her ass, rubbing it softly to ease the sting.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked, sounding perfectly in control. Between pants, she responded,

"Eat me." He clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"Wrong answer." The pain resumed again, and with each smack, she fought back tears, until she was almost gasping with the effort.

"What about now?" Mutely, she shook her head. Without another word, Alex unbuckled his belt, pulling it free. The clinking metal filled her with apprehension, and she almost apologised then and there, before remembering that was exactly what he wanted her to do. She tossed her head in defiance, and he affectionately ran a finger down the side of her face.

"You're so feisty. I should have guessed you would be sassy, even now. Let's see if we can train that out of you."

She half-turned at those alarming words, but then his belt whistled through the air, landing firmly on her ass, and she screamed, jerking and twisting to try and get away.

The belt whistled again, and she tensed at the sound, a lash of fire ripping its way across her skin. She panted and sweated, tears streaming from her face as the hideous noise came from behind her, until her whole world was the stripes adorning her ass cheeks, and that awful whistling.

"I'm sorry!" she finally squealed, as the belt began its descent for the ninth time. Immediately, his hand was on her livid, inflamed ass, stroking it, running down the broken skin, and his lips were on her shoulder, kissing as she jerked and cried brokenly.

"That's better," he said, against her skin. "Good girl." And she tried so hard to be outraged, she did, but the warmth in his tone made her flush with pleasure, even as his fingers stroked back and forth against her abused bottom.

"Now, do you want to behave, or do you want to keep mouthing off? I could happily spend all day marking up this gorgeous ass," he said, punctuating his statement with a reverent brush of his fingers on her overheated cheeks, his rough fingerpads leaving a tingling trail.

"I'll behave," she whispered, shivering and twitching under his gentle ministrations. He stroked her hair, and turned her around, gently wiping her tears. He put a pillow on the floor and guided her down. She went, unresisting, flinching at the feel of her bruised, beaten ass coming into contact with her legs as she folded them beneath her.

She sat still, waiting, watching, breath still coming in quick little pants, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips nervously. He looked down at her for a long moment, seeming to enjoy the view, eyes darting over her battered body with arrogance and desire. Then he dropped his jeans, and Ellie came face to face with a monster.

His cock was easily as big around as her wrist, long and pendulous and heavy looking. The entire length was engorged, a painful red deepening to purple at the tip, with precum already gleaming at the slit.

Unconsciously, Ellie licked her lips again, straightening up, wincing at her sore ass, her eyes locked on the cock that was about to ravage her throat. Ellie enjoyed blowjobs, the feeling of power that came with it, but she would rarely deepthroat, her gag reflex far too sensitive for such rough treatment. One look at that cock had her trembling, throat closing up in fear. Her eyes lifted to his, and she shook her head ever so slightly.

"I've never.... It's too big..." She trailed off diffidently. With a wolfish smile, he guided his cock to her lips, fingers in her hair, and said, simply,

"Try your best."

Carefully avoiding her tearstained reflection in the mirror, Ellie reached out with one petite hand. It dwarfed her. She had a vivid flash of being pulled down on top of that cock, her pussy straining as it split her like a log, and her stomach panged with desire, shooting down to her twitching pussy. She could feel her arousal dripping on to the cushion.

Alex seemed impatient, and rocked his hips forward, smearing her lips and cheeks with his precum. Nervously, Ellie reached up her other hand, and slowly began massaging down the length of his rigid cock. He groaned, eyes half closing, but still fixated on her, undisguised lust and satisfaction in his eyes.

She wondered if he ever fantasised about this. Her fantasies, the ones she refused to admit she had, when she was riding her vibrator to ecstasy, were paling in comparison to reality. She resolved then and there to return the favour, nerves still jangling, but determination lending her a bravado she didn't feel.

With a quick look upwards at his unwavering gaze, she stretched out her little pink tongue, and rasped it along the purple tip of his cock, savouring the saltiness of the precum glazing her lips. His hips twitched and twisted as she began licking in earnest, small, dainty little licks that started at the top and slowly made their way down and around the length of his cock, before coming to his balls.

She pumped his cock with both hands, her saliva easing the motion, and flicked her tongue over his gravid balls, burying her face in and licking deeply. He pulled her hands away for a moment and rested the length of his cock on her face, his expression feral and unfamiliar. It stretched well past her forehead, and she felt another flicker of anticipation.

Well, she reasoned, as she flicked her tongue back up, surely, he would realise physical limitations. He wouldn't try and make me swallow this whole thing. It was hard to fully convince herself of that when she met his eyes, lips just wrapped around the tip of his cock, mouth already stretched unreasonably far. His eyes were dark, malicious, hungry. She regretted, for a brief moment, all the times she had teased him with her body. All the times she had "accidentally" brushed against him, letting him feel her soft curves pressed against him.

She remembered those burning eyes whenever she would eat in front of him, and would always make it into a production, curving her lips in pleasure, closing her eyes and moaning slightly at the taste. She assumed the hunger in his gaze was for her food. It was not, she reflected ruefully. He had been imagining this. There was no doubt this was a fantasy of his, and she wondered what else he had been dying to do to her. Her pussy twitched as she realised she might find out.

She was brought out of her reflections as his cock throbbed against her tongue, bobbing in her mouth. She resumed licking and sucking, cramming inch by inch into her mouth. She got as deep as she could, then, breathless, pulled back.

"It's too big," she insisted, between pants. "I can't fit it all." His hands stroked her hair, tugging her back on to his dick. He smiled, malevolently, and that really should have warned her, as he slammed his cock as deep as he could into her throat. She still only managed half, and gagged viciously around it, saliva starting to pool in her mouth.

He pulled her off by her hair, laughing lowly at her indignant look, and dragged her back to his cock. Each thrust buried his cock further and further in her throat, blocking her windpipe and scouring the sides of her esophagus. She heaved and contorted, eyes beginning to roll with panic.

She couldn't breathe, couldn'tbreathecouldn'tbreathe! She pushed against his thighs, digging her nails in, spasming and drooling with fear, and he let her go. She gagged again as she pulled away from his cock, and took in heaving gulps of air, blinking away the tears in her eyes to glare at him. He traced her swollen lips with his finger and smiled down at her.

"Keep going," he instructed. She opened her mouth, fully intending to tell him where he could stick his cock, before the sound of whistling air echoed in her mind. She squirmed and writhed, caught between a belt and a hard cock. He took advantage of her mouth hanging agape, and crammed his cock back in, little back and forth sawing thrusts that carried him deeper and deeper.

"Keep your eyes open," he commanded, his voice tight with need. She pried open her eyes, only for them to squeeze shut as she gagged and convulsed, another half inch sliding down her throat.

He held her there for a few seconds, watching her struggle for air with increasing urgency, then, right after she gagged again, he pistoned the remaining few inches, lubed by her copious amounts of drool, straight down her throat.

Ellie saw stars. She had never taken a cock this deep, and she couldn't breathe, and she could feel it, all the way down her throat. She wouldn't doubt that there was a bulge in her neck. Her jaw and stomach ached and throbbed, and she needed air so badly that her vision was starting to darken, her hands pushing weakly against his legs. He pulled his cock out, slowly, too slowly, and watched with evident satisfaction as she came undone, heaving for air, drool dripping from her swollen lips, smeared all over her pretty face, her eyes glazed and faraway.

"Lick my balls," he instructed, and she was eager to comply, anything that would keep that monster out of her throat. She sucked and swallowed at his balls, her fingers dancing along them as they gleamed wetly. She buried her face in them, heedless of the drool she was covering herself with.

Too soon, he tugged at her hair, bringing her back up, and she blinked owlishly, rubbing the spit from her eyes with her wrists, since her hands were soaked as well. She didn't know she could drool this much. She didn't know that it could be so.... Hot. Losing control. Coming undone. She hadn't been in control since the second he tapped her car window. She wondered if he had planned this. They both had the day off tomorrow.