Freakshow (20 page)

I pulled back, grinned, held my hand to my mouth and slowly licked his cum off my skin. He groaned as he watched me work my tongue through it, sensuously, deliberate, and dirty. Cairo made me feel like a dirty girl in the best possible way there could be.

“Come here,” he said and pulled me to him. He kissed me, our tongues working against each other. I felt my panties slide back into place and was suddenly overcome with the need to be naked with him, to feel our bodies against each other. He must have read my mind because he stood, still kissing me, held onto me and moved towards the back of his RV.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said and nudged the door to the bedroom open. He set me back down on the bed and stepped away. He looked at me, his face full of challenge and promise, and he said, “I am going to fuck you so hard, and so long, that you won’t remember Cairo as a city in Egypt.” He pulled his jeans down and dragged them off his long, thick legs. His cock was already hard and ready for me. I licked my lips and watched him unbutton his shirt and continue, “Cairo will mean one thing to you at the end of the night, and one thing alone.”

He pulled the dress shirt off his muscular torso and his arms bulged as he tossed it to the side. He was so broad, so thick and muscled and so tattooed that I almost didn’t know where to look. He was a feast for my eyes.

“And what’s that?” I asked, with a glimmer of anticipation and amusement in my eyes. I almost wanted to challenge him, to make him work harder. I wasn’t sure if I’d survive it though, the pleasure might overtake me and leave me catatonic under the weight of it. It would be the best way to go though.

He stepped between my legs, dropped to his knees and was level with me. He hooked his thumb in my panties and tore them off with one swift movement. “Pleasure,” he said and smiled, “Cairo will simply mean pleasure to you from this night on.”

I smiled back and took a long breath in, as though about to plunge into the depths of the ocean. In a way, I was.

I couldn’t help myself though, my smile widened and I said, “Prove it.”

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airo laughed as I spoke my challenge and immediately went to work, proving his claim. The panties were tossed somewhere to the side and I wrapped my fingers in his thick hair. He shoved my dress up over my hips and pushed me back on the bed.

I laughed as his beard tickled the inside of my thighs, but my laughter died on my lips the moment he found my clit with his tongue and speared it like a warrior seeking his target.

He really was going to do his best to rewire my head and rename the words for pleasure, until they all carried his name.

“Oh,” I whispered as he lapped at me like a man in the desert dying of thirst, “Fuck, Cai, how do you do this to me?”

He growled against my cunt and the vibrations made me groan with joy. Deep guttural noises started to bubble up inside me, in my excitement, I wasn’t able to contain it and gasped as I came against his face again. His tongue was relentless, never letting up even as I wiggled and twisted in pure, unadulterated bliss. I might have once been embarrassed by the noises I emitted, but I was too far gone

“Okay,” I said as I felt the last pulses of orgasm thread through my body, “You win. Cairo is synonymous with pleasure, you’re right.”

He pulled his face from the valley of my thighs and grinned, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the soft light of the room. “Don’t give up that easy,” he said and lazily parted my folds with his thumb, “besides, I’m just getting started.”

“Are you kidding me?” I gasped as he found my clit again. It was already swollen and sensitive from the previous torment, and I swore I could feel an electric current traveling from my pussy to my brain. With each pass of his rough thumb, explosions of colour and sensation went off behind my eyes. “You’re going to destroy me before the night is done,” I said, my voice ragged from my panting breath.

“That’s the point,” he said and nibbled my upper thigh, “I’m going to fuck you until you fall apart...dissolve in my fingers. Then I’ll soothe your shattered soul and stitch you back together until everything has new meaning and Cairo is the only word you have for pleasure, remember?” He moved upwards and nibbled my flesh until he reached the edge of the beautiful red dress. He tugged at it, and when it didn’t give, he took it in two hands and pulled it apart at the seams. The flimsy, delicate material gave way under his desperate rending.

I worried for a moment that I’d have to pay for the dress, but thought that must be one of the perks when fucking the boss. He could tear the fucking thing from my body, and it didn’t matter. He slid his tongue along my skin and I wiggled out of the remnants of the dress.

I gasped as he found my belly button, licked it and sucked the gentle rise of my body on the other side. I sighed, said, “I think I could easily be convinced.” I held his head in my hands as he moved higher. He sucked one breast, rolled my flesh between his teeth and moved to the next. I bit my lower lip and moaned in ecstasy, the combination of post orgasmic bliss, unspoken love and pure, animal lust was a potent drug. It still almost didn’t compute though, how he had managed to connect his touch to my brain. Why was he the one who did what nobody else could?

“Cairo,” I said and felt the word on my tongue, rolled it like a fine wine. It was becoming something else in my head, no longer just a city, or a man, but something bigger and more meaningful than either one of those things on their own.

As he reached my neck and started to lick my skin, growl and groan little noises of need in my ear, I was slowly becoming converted to the idea that he was pleasure, he was joy.

He truly was beautiful, if such a word could be used to describe the most feral specimen of manhood I’d ever encountered.

“Liv,” he said and shoved my thighs apart with his knee. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I first saw you.”

“I’ve had some pretty dirty thoughts about you too,” I smiled and stopped moving. He slid his body along mine, his intense masculine scent filling my nose and his single-minded gaze filling my vision.

“Like what?” he asked with a slight grin, he dipped his head and licked the smooth skin between my breasts.

“Pretty much just this,” I said and reached down to grab his thick, pierced cock. “Exactly this actually,” I added and squeezed, pulling him towards me.

“I think we’ve been on the same page from the beginning,” he said and leaned down to kiss me. His body was massive as he covered me, his muscles were defined in the low light and his beard rubbed against my skin, bringing tingling sensations to the surface. I lifted myself up against him, craving his strength, the force of his need and the power I felt possessing a man such as he.

“I think so too,” I whispered and felt the head of his cock graze my cleft, teasing me with it. I thrust upwards, filled with a need unlike any other I’d experienced. I wanted him wholly and completely. This wasn’t like my times with Jason, or any of the men I’d dated before that, this was different. Previously, I’d been rehearsing, going through the motions and working on my performance. I’d been too disconnected and too self-conscious to fully enjoy any of it.

With Cairo, all that self-consciousness went out the window, and I didn’t care what I looked like or how I sounded as he brought me to orgasm repeatedly.

Once I came, I lost all sense of self and realized I couldn’t exactly tell where I ended and he began, we flowed into each other so perfectly.

“This,” Cairo grunted and parted my lips with his cock. I could feel the rippled pierced flesh stimulate my sensitive nerve endings. I was overcome with the urge to feel him inside of me.

“What?” I breathed against his neck as I clung to him.

“This is perfection,” he whispered overtop of me and found my entrance. I couldn’t feel pain, I’d never felt pain, but I could feel every excruciating millimeter of him as he entered me for the first time.

I held my breath as he eased his thick shaft inside of me, as though anticipating some discomfort.

It was then that I finally understood the magical upside to feeling no pain.

I only felt the immense pleasure he brought me, I knew his girth must hurt others, it physically had to affect a woman simply because of his size, but I felt none of it.

I felt every cell alight with fire, the heat of desire and the throbbing lust I had in my veins for him.

The love that was growing in my heart, all of it, the good and only the good. I felt it all.

I cried out as he pulled back, his cock slick with my juices and moving with no resistance.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice was deep and ragged with the control he was exercising at the moment.

“Oh, yes,” I said. “You can fuck me you know, really fuck me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied and hovered back at my entrance, half in and half out. The brittle edge to his voice giving away the extent of his great effort.

“You can’t hurt me, remember...” I replied and braced myself for his onslaught. “But you can fuck me...hard.”

“Liv,” he said in one long, rough exhalation of breath and he did, he plunged into me and fucked me with all his want and need.

I cried out and part of me wondered if there was real damage being done by the almost violent assault on my cunt, but it was washed away by wave after wave of building, insane ecstasy.

“I want you to do it,” I said, now my ragged voice matching his. “Tear me apart and put me back together. I want to be yours, Cai, I want you to leave your mark on me forever.”

His response was to slow his rhythm and stare into my eyes. “You have already left your mark on me,” he said, his voice now thick with emotion. “I can already feel you in my heart.”

“I feel you too,” I replied and panted my building joy. “This is good. Crazy, insane, unbelievably good.”

I was at the tipping point, my orgasm threatening to erase all vestiges of self and replace them with my all-consuming need for Cairo. The previous times he’d brought me this far had been like a single needle of heroin, this threatened to be an overdose, something I might not survive intact. I might never be the same.

There was no turning back though, I was too far gone and I was desperate to go farther with him, way beyond the point I’d ever been before. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he must be able to hear it. I was close enough to my release that all it took was one long, slippery withdrawal, his piercings bumping my flesh from the inside and sending me into a crashing response.

I put my hand on his chest, felt his heart pounding as hard as mine, and cried out as I came.

He dropped down to one arm and entered me in long, languid thrusts, holding me as he finished his own explosive end. “Liv, Liv, Liv,” he whispered in my ear as he flooded me with his hot cum. Our bodies tensed and we groaned against each other in our mutual satisfaction. He truly had become everything that was joyful in the world to me at that moment. Truly, he was pleasure.

“Cairo,” I said and smiled as I stared into his eyes. I allowed myself to come down off the high he’d taken me on. I stretched under his weight and indulged in the feeling of his body pressing me against the bed. He was all man, and I couldn’t deny his overwhelming presence, especially when we were naked together.

“Liv,” he replied and laughed. “Yes?”

“Yes,” I said and pulled him down, his full weight on me. He was solid muscle, and very heavy. I had a hard time taking a deep breath but immediately became taken with the idea that he was holding me in place, keeping me safe and covering my vulnerable body with his strong cage of flesh and bone.

“What are we talking about?” he asked and kissed my forehead. I could feel his cock softening and pulling out of me. Too soon in my opinion, but I thought I should give him a few moments to regain his bearings before I demanded more sex.

“I’m not even sure,” I said and giggled against his chest, filled with an insane sense of wonder. “You seem to have fucked the sense out of me.”

He rolled off me and helped me stand while he pulled the covers back from the mattress. He lifted me in his arms and lay me on the bed, climbed in next to me and dragged the covers back over us. It took just a moment, but in that short span of time, I fell even more in love with him. His tender side balanced the savage side that had just fucked me silly.

He wrapped his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest. I heard his voice rumble when he told me, “Well then. We’ll just have to work on reversing that. Give me a couple minutes and I’ll get right on it.”

“I can wait,” I said and ran my hand along his chest, down across the matching bumps of his defined abdomen, and to his flaccid cock. “Or I can get right on it,” I added and started to stroke him with a steady hand. He took a deep breath and hardened under my touch.

“I think that could work,” he said and loosened his arms so I could climb on top of him. He cupped my face in his hand as I slid myself along him, surprising myself with my immediate need as well as his. Well pleased that he was so aroused by me that he took mere moments before being ready again.