Fraternizing (20 page)

"Touch
yourself," he commanded, smiling from down below.

I quickly placed
one hand on my breasts, grabbing and tugging while he watched in amusement. My
nipples stood erect, hard like steel, waiting to be devoured at any given
moment. I swirled my finger around them, building the tension that was already
laced inside from Alex's performance earlier below my waist.

He gently took my
free hand, guiding it to my pussy and rubbing it over and around. I took a deep
inhale at the feel of my own hand being steered by his, and by the time I was
able to open my eyes, he had already placed two of my own fingers inside.

"Play with
it," he said, sitting back.

My fingers moved
at his command, gently moving in and out with the rhythm of my heartbeat.

His mouth was
back on me, sucking and kissing his way from my thighs up to my hips, his
fingers splayed out over my abs. He traced the butterfly tattoo on my hip with
his tongue, kissing it softly every once in a while.

I moaned louder,
feeling the rising pressure from my fingers mixed with an intense need to get
him inside of me. He sat up, taking my fingers out of me and gently licking one
side of each. His tongue soothed a heated desire that was beginning to drown
me, taking my will with it.

"You taste
so fucking good. I could eat you all day, every day."

I tried to smile,
failing to do so with the agonizing need beginning to overwhelm me.

He brought my
hands to my face, placing my fingers gently on my lips.

"Lick them. You
deserve to know just how sweet your pussy really is."

I did as told,
licking my fingers and tasting what he couldn't seem to get enough of. He
forced my lips open, placing my fingers inside while commanding me to
"suck."

His fingers slid
into me as I did so, sending my body bucking at the intrusion of his profusely
large fingers back into what was turning into my weakness. His thumb rubbed
over my clit, igniting fireworks inside of me as I called out, feeling the
ravaging pounds of an intense orgasm beginning to unleash within me.

Just as my body
began to tremble, he pulled out, looking down at me as I came back from a soul
searching high.

"Now, how
should I fuck you? Do you want it nice and slow? Or bed breaking hard?"

I couldn't
answer. All that flowed out was a short whimper, leaving him smiling derisively
at me.

He stood from the
bed, making his way over to his dresser where he pulled out a handful of
condoms.

"I can tell
we're going to need more than one," he said, holding them up in front of
me.

I simply
swallowed, nearly afraid of what I'd been wanting, but excited with it finally
about to happen. He placed the condoms down on the bed, then turned and closed
the drawer, showing off another impressive tattoo. This one was of two hands
holding a cross in a praying position, names inscribed within the cross itself.
I couldn't make any of them out, not with the haze that had settled over me in
my erotic euphoria.

His pants were
off in an instant, his boxer briefs down with them, showing off the
threateningly thick and long cock that was only inches away from tearing into
me. I licked my lips, almost afraid to let him in.

"You ready
for this?" he asked before tearing into a condom and rolling it up his
abundant shaft.

I nodded, sending
him hovering over me as he placed his body down on mine.

His fingers moved
the loose hairs away from my face, his hazel eyes staring down into mine.

"I've been
waiting so long for this, Cassie Bennett."

I grabbed his
head, pulling it down so our lips could meet. He kissed me, his fleshy lips
pressing down on mine with just a hint of aggressiveness. He quickly moved to
my neck, sucking and kissing his way up to my earlobe then back down. All I
needed were his lips on me, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head and
muffled moans staggering out of my mouth. My fingers clung to his back,
gripping and tugging with the movement of his mouth on my neck. He moved his
body, trying to free my hands from destroying his back, when suddenly he
stopped and sat up, looking down at me while making a rather chastising noise.

"I see I
can't get your hands to behave, so I'm going to have to make them do so." He
reached for his bedside nightstand, pulling open the drawer and sifting through
until he smiled and called out, "Bingo."

In his hands were
eight elastic, nylon green boot bands used to hold the cammie pants in place. Confusion
swept through me at just what he thought he was going to accomplish with them,
but I didn't ask. I was much too intrigued by whatever he had in mind.

"Turn
over," he ordered, sending me turning before he was even done speaking. "These
boot bands are going to hold you in place-- all of you."

He bound my
ankles with one, then latched another onto it and connected that to the tiny
spokes lining the metal footboard.
 
He swiftly moved up to my hands and
proceeded to do the same. There was plenty of pull, given the elasticity of the
bands, but I wasn't quite sure how he would keep me from breaking the miniature
hook at the end of it.

"I know you
can break these, but this is a test in self-restraint," he whispered.
"You break them, I punish you. You understand that?"

I nodded my head,
allowing a feeble, "Yes," to come out of my mouth.

He moved back to
the edge of the bed, climbing on and maneuvering himself in between me, spread
out for his enjoyment. I felt the very tip of his cock at my entrance, my
heartbeat spiking at the anticipating of it alone. After a few agonizing
seconds, he was in me, barreling his way inside and causing me to cry out in
pain, enjoyment, and satisfaction. A low growl escaped him as he made his way
in.

He lay down on my
back, moving in and out with the rhythm of his slow, savoring breaths. Everything
I had ever imagined was coming to life in that moment. He was large and
commanding, yet gentle and accommodating.

"You like
that?" he asked, nibbling on my ear.

Words in the form
of small whimpers answered back, making him pick up the pace.

He dug deeper,
sending lightening through my core and making me dip further into the mattress
with each thrust. My hands were pulling from the bar, but his words came
crashing back and I tried hard to hold them steady, fearing I would fail at
proving that I did have some restraint about me.

His balls slapped
my ass with every movement, sparking me to cry out with every smack. His
tortuously slow pace gave way to harder, more commanding blows, shaking my
resolve and sending my arms barreling down with force, breaking the hook on the
end of the band.

"I knew you
couldn't do it," he mocked, pulling out and taking me up with him. "Look
what you've done to my beloved boot bands. I think you deserve to be
punished."

"These
things are--," I defended through hard breaths.

"Shhh…"
he cut me off, laughing in the background.

He took my hands
and placed them on the headboard, my fingers gripping it tight. I sat upright
on my knees, waiting for whatever it was that he was planning to do to me. And
before I could turn around, he was nibbling at my ass, causing me to flinch
with the overwhelming sensation that his teeth elicited.
 
His mouth covered the spot where he bit,
soothing it with smooth, sweet sucks before he removed it and sent his hand
powering down in a thunderous slap right on the sensitive spot.

I cried out,
feeling such passionate tingles with the meeting of his hand to my ass. He did
it again, the entire routine before grabbing hold of my breasts from behind and
burying himself into me. This time, he didn’t go slowly. He got right to
business, pounding away at my core, sending all of the blood in my body racing
straight for my clit. My screams and his grunts filled the room as he drummed
away at me, making my head fall back, taking my ability to counter him with it.
He let go of one breast, instead grabbing hold of my hair as he pounded harder
and harder. That monstrous cock of his did not let up, controlling every
movement while slowly burning down every wall inside of me.

"I'm so
close, Blondie. I'm not coming without you."

His words undid
me, all of the nerve endings in my body short circuiting, leaving me in a
convulsing, shrieking mess in his hands. He pounded even harder, growling out
his release as I screamed my own, the sweat now coating our skin and leaving us
slipping against one another while our orgasms ripped through and dismantled
us.

I fell forward,
Alex falling with me. We lay quietly, trying hard to catch our breaths.
 
His cock still lay inside of me,
occupying his conquest.

When we finally
came down from our highs, Alex rolled off of me, lying on his back while
pulling me to him on mine. He rested his nose on the top of my head, inhaling
slowly as he worked his hands over my breasts. I lay my hands on his cock,
still somewhat erect, feeling like he could go another round.

"Alexander
the Great, that's what I'll call you," I whispered, finally breaking the
silence.

"My name is
Alejandro, but I'll take it. It fits me since I just conquered you and your
body."

He continued
playing with my breasts, squeezing my nipples while doing so.

"Alejandro
Cruz. Has a nice ring to it. Why do you go by Alex?"

"It's
easier. I've been going by Alex my entire life. The only people who call me
Alejandro are my mom and my grandma. Everyone else gets the shortened
version."

I lay quiet, not
sure of where to go with this conversation, so I went with what naturally came
to me.

"Are you
close with your mom?"

"Yes,"
he quickly responded. "But I don't want to talk about my mom with my dick
in your hands. If you don't mind?"

I laughed,
remembering where we were and how ridiculous that conversation must have felt
for him.

"You
hungry?"

"I ate at
Subway, but I could always go for more. You worked me into an appetite."

"Don't
worry, I'm not finished with you yet. But first, you need some
sustenance."

He sat up, easing
his way out of the bed and reaching his hand down for me.

"Can I get a
shower first?" I asked, gawking at his naked body standing before me.

"Why? I’m
going right back in there as soon as we're done eating."

"I'm sticky
as hell, and I'd rather not be," I quipped. Taking hold of his hand and
moving out of the bed.

He led us over to
the bathroom and started up the shower. Pulling off the used condom, he tossed
it into the trashcan, then immediately ripped open another and slid it onto his
stiffened cock.

Holding out his
hand, he led me into the shower. I stepped in and immediately stood under the
showerhead, allowing the water to pour down over me. Alex stepped in and took
me from behind, dropping wet kisses down my
neck as he snaked
himself back
inside. I held on to the sides of the walls, gripping as
best I could on the slippery surface as he prepared to go for round two.

Alex finished me
off in the shower, completely breaking me while alternating between hard and
slow. In the past, I usually got the short end of the stick, left to my own
devices to achieve an orgasm while they got off and moved on. Not with Alex. He
alerted me to when he got close,
then
worked me to his
level so that we could come together. It was amazing.

Sitting at the
kitchen island where we’d had our heated discussion, the mood couldn't have
been more different. Two sated people, sitting side by side, enjoying a home
cooked meal, basking in the satisfaction of releasing all of our sexual
tension.
 
Alex, among his many
talents, also happened to be a very good cook. He threw some chicken on the
grill, sautéed some onions and peppers, made his very own salsa from scratch,
then put it all over a bed of Spanish rice. My astonishment at his abilities
shocked him.

"You don't
know too many guys that cook, I take it?"

"Nope,"
I said, trying hard not to speak with a full mouth. I didn't want to stop
eating.

"Well,
welcome to the wonderful world of Alex. I have a feeling I'll be shocking you
with quite a few things." He winked at me before taking his plate over to
the stove and filling it with seconds.

I studied him for
a minute, the hands and cross tattoo on his back glaring at me. The names
showing more clearly this time, but one was blackened out.

He turned around
and caught me staring. His eyes darkened as he made his way back over to the
stool and sat down, never taking his them off of me.

"What are
you staring at?" he asked softly.

"Nothing,"
I lied, shaking my head.