Beautiful Force (16 page)

In the process he furtively managed to peel off her blouse. Her breasts were perfectly shaped like two full teardrops. They tilted up, and her nipples perched high and erected in the upper center part of her taunt fleshy mounds. Absolute perfection. 

Allison scanned Channing’s physique appraisingly. Her eyes widened. His body was muscular, lean, and smooth in all the right places. Something seemed different to her than earlier today. She ran her fingers down the length of his torso, pausing inches above his manhood.
 

“Is something wrong?” Channing asked. His voice filled with a hint of concern.
 

“No, just make love to me,” she smiled and whispered, breathily.
 

He lifted her small frame from the chair and took her seat then placed her onto his lap. Allison shifted her weight and straddled his strong legs with hers. It was quite a comfortable position. The balls of her feet reached to the floor perfectly.
 

Their eyes locked. Channing leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth. He parted her lips with his serpent like tongue, kissing her deeply. His tongue lapped at the roof of her mouth. He pushed inward, exploring every inch of her mouth.

Allison had never been kissed so deeply. It was so intimate. He had taken her to a higher level of ecstasy with a mere kiss. But it was more than just a kiss. She allowed him into her heart, a place where no man has ever been.

She could feel a river of her own juices flowing down into his lap. His vessel grew to a greater length between her thighs. With her hand she reached between their stomachs, lifting on her toes slightly, to create space to unfurl his throbbing vessel.

Their lips stayed pressed into a lingering kiss. She shuddered when her fingers couldn’t wrap around the circumference of his girth. He was the largest man that she had ever held. 

Channing paid homage to every inch of her flushed face, kissing her softly. His passionate mouth and tenderness was surreal. His breath tasted like mint, clean and fresh.

Allison kissed a lot of men, more than she cared to remember. But, this was different. This was with Channing, a man that she felt an uncanny, strong connection too. His mouth was soft and firm and his lips wet, like the inside of a plum. She wanted to devour him. Instead she closed her eyes marveling at the human closeness she had never experienced before. For her the past faded into obscurity. 

Their attraction was intense. He paid such close attention, not missing a single inch, punctuating soft kisses on her pale heated décolleté. She coiled into him, grazing her erected nipples against his smooth chest. She lingered upon him, allowing the contact of their flesh to envelope them in the sensuality of the moment. His breath was warm on her face. Strands of her hair fell into her eyes. He tucked her dark burgundy hair behind her ears. It was her face and green piercing eyes that he wanted to adore. And, he did just that.

Allison guided his steely manhood into her tight womanhood.
This is going to be another challenge,
she thought.

He was incredibly large. The sensation of his swollen helmet stretching her flesh was breathtaking. It was beyond wanton. She ached to open further, finding room for him in more ways than a physical way. Inch by inch she accommodated the length of his shaft. She liked the fact she was on top, physically, but her emotion
al need for control had left her completely.

Their tongues tangled, retreating deeper into each other’s mouths. Allison felt pulses of electrical currents passing from his body into hers. Surely, Channing felt them too. She was filled completely by him. His tongue and his perfect cock, probed her, deeply. Her ecstasy heightened to yet
a higher level. How was this possible? Allison broke the kiss, arching her spine upward and backwards. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. The rush was incomprehensible. Her moans rose to a higher pitch. 

Channing held onto her small waist with his strong long hands, as she grinded into his cock. She gracefully curled forward, burying her face into his glistening thick neck, his scent emanated through her senses. He smelled of musk and raw oak—sex and sweat. So raw and real.

Channing’s long-fingered hands kneaded and held onto the flesh of her firm ass as she pressed the balls of her feet into the floor to gain more traction. Her thighs trembled from the pressure of steadying her weight over him. She moved her hips up and down like a corkscrew, simultaneously flexing her core muscles deep inside. The saturation of her ecstasy polished his sex.

Channing jutted his pelvic up into her snug wet glove, feeling the warm moisture of her sex enveloping his thick shaft. He watched her every move, his eyes smiled upon her.
 

Allison’s lashes fluttered, her concentration scattered. Feeling his touch, caressing her nipples, pinching them, and rolling her pink buds between his thumbs and forefingers, drove her into frenzy. She dug her nails into his lean flesh, she bit him hard—he growled. Her hips rocked hard, gyrating fast then slow and melted into his. They worked each other’s bodies as one in perfect memento.

“I can’t breathe, Channing...I am going to cum all over you.” Her breath came faster and shorter. 

“Yes, I feel you...I—am, ready to explode in you,” his words were labored. “Oh, God! Yes...fuck me, Allison,” he moaned. “Don’t stop. Hold on.”
 

“I feel outside of myself, Channing. Oh, god,” she relished, clasping a hold of Channing’s hands.

“Say my name, Allison.” Channing coaxed her in a deep throaty tone.

Their fingers interlaced palms to palms. His were large and calloused,
while hers were small and soft. “Channing—” Allison tried to speak, her breath labored, shockwaves coursed down the length of her spine. She found it impossible to speak. Her words were caught beneath the lump in her throat.

“Breathe, Allison. Don’t stop,” Channing begged, driving his massive size into her sex.
 

Allison spread her thighs wider as she furtively bucked against his pulsating cock.

Channing’s fingers traced down between their heated flesh and beyond her navel into their wetness. His digits moved back and forth over the sensitive swollen bud of her clit with eased persistence. 

“I am floating again...Channing, I am going to cum,” she exhaled. Her breath captured in the air.
 

“Yes...cum with me baby,” Channing roared, in a deep hollow voice.
 

Between the fullness of Channing’s cock, his lips and his fingers, dancing over her swollen pearl, Allison broke through the blaze that traveled through her body.
  She could not hold on. That would be like trying to stop a derailed train. Her ecstasy went rampant. 

Channing stiffened, clutching his arms and cried out, looking into Allison’s eyes. He exploded his hot cum deep into Allison’s pulsating sex. Their bodies quaked in the aftermath of the rapture.

***

For a long moment, they were vacant, motionless as one entity. Their breaths and the pounding of their hearts matched each other’s.

Channing moaned as he eased Allison’s languid body off his manhood. He pushed up from the chair. His legs shook as he carried Allison to the sofa. She was small by far in comparison to his muscular statue; he coddled her close like a newborn child. In some way she felt reborn.

“Allison, I am sorry I was so horrible to you, earlier,” he said, sweeping back the fallen strands of her full waves from her face.
 

“Shhh,” she whispered, placing her index finger over his lips. Allison wanted to forget those harsh moments; she wanted to bask in the love Channing had just shown her.
 

“But, I was so hard on you—you didn’t deserve that.”

“Oh Channing, I like it when you are hard on me,” she said teasingly and giggled, trying to make light of the situation.

The walls around her heart melted, she felt vulnerable for the first time in years. She was tired of being the tyrant, dominating men. This was her turn. She wanted to feel feminine and safe in the crook of his arms. Her heavy eyelids lifted to see Channing.

Allison’s mouth gaped open. “Channing,” she gasped, and blanched as if she had seen a ghost. 

“Allison is something wrong?” Channing leaned back, examining her face.
 

“Channing, you are not Jace, anymore.” She swallowed hard. He was far more handsome than even Jace
, if that was possible. His features were of a Greek god. He was sculpted in places no man should have the right to be. 

Channing leaped from the sofa and grabbed the small mirror off of the wall that hung near the door. Allison’s heart pounded. She prayed that things wouldn’t change between them. That happened too many times after opening her heart to the thought of being with one man.

She stared dumbfounded at Channing. Damn, he was the most gorgeous creature. The thought of what he was caused the room to spin. His transforming before her eyes defied all logic.

“Allison, this is amazing. You helped me, I knew you could do it
, Doll.”

“Yes that’s great. Now what
? You leave and live your life, and I’ll stay here living mine?”

“No, my sweet girl. Darling Allison,  do you really think I’m going to walk away after
all we’ve been through?” Channing shook his head, trying to convince her of his intention as he slipped into his jeans. “There’s not a chance of this happening. I’m staying.” The hemline of the jeans hit above his ankles.  Clearly he was taller, broader and more muscular than Jace.

Allison whimpered, “I just thought.” She stared up at him like a precious kitten wrapped up in a pink shawl. From her perspective, he looked like he couldn’t get dressed fast enough
. “God Channing, you’re so handsome. Perfect. Why would you want me? I’m so messed up.”

“Allison stop. I love you. I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. How could you doubt me? What I said moments ago was the truth.”

Tears poured from Allison’s eyes. “It’s just...so many terrible things have happened to me in my life. You’re almost too good to be true. If only I would’ve met you years ago.”

“Stop Allison. The past doesn’t matter now. I wasn’t a good man then. I would’ve walked away from you. Like I did years ago from the young woman who needed me—if only to rescue her. I’ve had poor judgment for years. I’m not going to let you go, Allison. Not in a million years.”

Allison pushed up from the sofa. The powder pink shawl swallowed her whole, making her look so fragile and innocent to Channing. He couldn’t take his eyes of her. She was stunning. What was she doing?

Allison climb
ed up on the cushions of the sofa and spread her arms out like a bird.

“Be
careful there baby.” Channing said as he fastened his jeans.

“I feel like I can fly,” she beamed, and danced around on the sofa. Both of their laughter filled the room.

Channing opened his lean defined arms. “Come to me Allison. Please.”

“Meet me half way?” she asked, teasingly.

“Absolutely,” Channing said, letting out a deep raspy laugh. She still wanted to keep a sense of control. He understood that all too well.

“Catch me.” Unexpectantly, Allison leaped toward him in mid-air.

Channing reached out to catch her. His hands seemed to have gone right through her.

Allison fell flat on her face. She felt as if she’d be slapped. Hard.

How could Channing not have caught her?  Her head hurt terribly. She could see blood on the pink shawl that lay beneath her.  “Oh God.”

Chapter fifteen

Her mind-shifted back to the past, opening and closing doors then stopped on a dime, a memory of herself when she was a virgin still, at eighteen. Her father had turned her away for one solid year for wanting to follow her dreams
of becoming an actress. She was cold and slept on the floor of an old Laundromat that stayed open 24 hours a day. 

There were three men that had tried to abduct her that cold winter night. She fought hard against them all.

They had her spread out naked on the floor of the bathroom. She was exposed, and terrified for her life. Her vision was blurred as her eyes darted back and forth through the strands of her long blonde mane, which hung down past her waist. There was a forth person that had entered the bathroom.

The voices of men yelling, fighting, the sound of glass breaking heightening in her mind, she gripped her eyes shut. Blood spattered everywhere. She screamed for her life. Darkness filled her mind. Silence filled the room.

I’m dead,
she whispered groggily.

Allison’s eyes fluttered open...tears, coupled with black mascara streamed down Allison’s red-stained face. Her eyes stared blankly without expression, gazing at the stark white, dirty walls that surrounded them.
 

“Are you okay?” A deep voice consoled her, wrapping a gray suit jacket around her tender, bruised and unclothed body.
 

Allison cried hysterically as the tall, dark stranger hovered over her. “Oh my God, thank you—you saved my life. They were going rape me and then kill me. And you—you saved me.”