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14 Hooking up

Date = 4 April

Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home)

POV – Enrique

WARNING – sex scene!!!

Aria’s lips are full and soft, but with a desperate intensity as if at odds with herself. At first, I’m slightly stunned; my mind trying to convince me for a moment that this should not be happening. It’s dangerous … for me. It’s not part of the contract.

But my body quickly overwrites my conscience and I bite her bottom lip. She moans softly, the small opening in response is all I need and my tongue eagerly takes the opportunity to explore the sweetness of her mouth. Another moan. The sweet appreciative noise vibrates through me - to the end of my cock.

For a moment I’m lost in the sweet taste of sugar-candy fudge; my absolute favorite by the way; and it’s simply just too much for someone like me, who’s been celibate for quite a while now, and all my resistance crumbles with a horny growl. To be quite frank, I’ve been suffering from lascivious thoughts since I met her, but that’s not something I’ll advertise openly.

Why do I want this so much? Why does this feel so wrong but so right at the same time? My subconscious appears all of a sudden from where it was hiding and I don’t like what it’s saying - she deserves more than a punk like you? Someone who can love … not a robot that can’t even say the words.

For the first time in forever, something else is more important than my needs. Usually, I would not care about the girl’s feelings at all, I just wanted to get unloaded as fast as possible, and then get the hell out. So what’s the difference now? Why do I want to please her, satisfy her, know her, make her scream my name?

“Aria,” I groan and pull away, holding her head against my chest. Is her heart beating as fast as mine? Is she feeling the same shit I am right now?

“Are you sure about …” I start but get interrupted when she pulls my mouth back to hers, her hands moving over my torso. I’m possessed; tingles run cross-wire through my body, down to my rockhard erection.

Resisting my extreme need, I push her away again … and she looks into my eyes, hers blanketed with innocent desire and the sight makes my dick jump as more blood rushes into it. As if it can get any harder.

Fuck, what is happening to me? I swear this must be the voodoo witchcraft Damion was trying to explain to us. I didn’t understand it then, but I’m getting it now.

“Don’t you want me?” she asks softly, tilting her head to the side. Her fragile look burns into my heart like hellfire. Boy oh boy, is her assessment of this situation way off. I should put things right.

“Oh fuck girl, I swear my dick has never been harder than it’s right now, but I just don’t want you to feel obligated … “ I’m totally cut off from even trying to finish that sentence when her hand unexpectantly cups my junk. I suck in a deep breath through gritted teeth. I’ve never been so aroused. I can barely contain myself. I don’t get it…it must be her. Or voodoo.

Then her finger trails across the whole length of my penis … AND something snaps. I lose my mind … all my resistance … and all reason. Hell, all I can think about now is making her mine … claiming her body … over and over and over again. I know it’s selfish, but I shut my subconscious up and pass the point of no return.

Grouching with a shiver, my mouth conquers hers unlawfully, coaxing her, as our tongues tentatively meet. I put my arms around her and haul her onto my lap, keeping her lips hostage. One hand moves up to undo her ponytail, the other travels south down her spine to her waist to cup her ass. It flexes and I squeeze gently, a bit handicapped by the bandage around my hand.

She curves her back and pushes her breasts up against me, her hands tentatively moving up to my face, around my neck, and into my hair. She makes the most seductive little groaning sound I’ve ever heard while gently tugging my hair as her desire grows. I snort; vulgarly wanting.

A lack of patience drives me to move both hands under her thin shirt, pulling it slowly up and over her head, our eyes locked; carnivorous need.

I lick my lips. Round plump tits beg me to touch them through the white lacy underwear. I feel like a twelve-year-old paging through a Playboy magazine for the first time, I can’t look away. Her skin is perfection; pale; flawless; unsettling. I look up at her face to find her blushing; hot bubblegum pink cheeks; and I only want her more.

I trace my thumb over her swollen lips while my bandaged hand supports her back. Slowly my thumb moves down her neck and into her cleavage.

Dipping my finger into her bra cup, I jerk it down, freeing one beauty. I rest the material under her breast, forcing it up, and making it taut. The nipple is a delicate, rose-pink, peak and I softly blow on it, watching with fascination as it hardens under my gaze. I take the little perfect blob into my mouth, sucking it and pulling it lightly with my teeth while uncapping the other boob. I give it the same attention and Aria arches her back, wriggling with pleasure, whining with soft expectation.

“Holy crap,” I whisper in awe, watching her response. Fuck I want her. I want her as I’ve never wanted anything before.

I expertly unhook her bra with one hand and throw it onto the floor, flipping her around so she’s lying on the bed, then pull down her leggings in one swift motion; the view of her only in some kind of sexy white thong, with messed up hair and lustful eyes, makes me want to bury myself in her right there and then.

I can’t wait. Easing down my tracksuit pants – thank the devil I’m not wearing any underwear – I watch her face as she sees my erect manhood for the first time. Her eyes grow and she doesn’t even try to look away; she stares openly. What is that look? Trepidation? Awe? Fuck I love how natural and naïve she is. Then something comes to mind.

“Eh, Aria … you’re not … eh a virgin … “ Hell I hope not. I’m not sure I want to deflower a girl … ever … I know I’ll hurt her as I don’t fuck softly … the thought of ripping her open … the blood on my dick …

“No, I had sex with a guy long ago,” she answers quickly, her eyes not leaving my dick. One guy? Why does that make me feel happy? It’s like winning the jackpot … she’s not a virgin … but she only had ONE before me. It couldn’t be more perfect.

Snap out of it Sport! Keep it casual! Great bazooka … why does my subconscious reprimand me for using her nickname for me. And I still don’t know what it means. Ug, I think I might be going nuts. Voodoo, Sport, voodoo! I push my subconscious to the back … where it belongs.

I open her legs, push them slightly up and crawl between them, cradling her between my elbows, my eyes on her flushed face. The little thing is shy … why I don’t know; her body is godly beautiful. The best I’ve ever seen … and I’ve seen a few.

A stray curl covers her forehead and I move it away before my lips crush onto hers.

While kissing her I move my hand between her legs, cupping her vulva, feeling her heat. Then slowly I slip my fingers under her thong and between her folds … fuck, she’s soaking.

“Fuck, Aria, I want you so bad … “ I mumble, circling my index finger over her clit. She moves her hips, her eyes closed.

I thrust a finger into her shaft, my thumb continues its slow sensual assault on her clitoris. She cries out and I push my tongue into her inviting mouth, my other hand capturing her nipple between my fingers, rolling it out.

I lift my head to watch her; she’s so responsive and sensing her pleasure is driving me insane. I keep on fucking her slowly with my fingers and watch her come undone in my hands; I’m ridiculously pleased by the idea.

“Please … Sport,” she begs, stiffening her legs. She’s close. Oh, how I want her. I keep going and she cries out, breathless and panting in her own pleasure. Her body convulses and her eyes roll back in her head as her climax rips through her.

“Holy hell!” she shouts. I thrust a finger into her again; she’s wet; she’s tight; she’s hot; she’s ready. And I want her. I want her so bad.

“Aria, are you sure?” I ask for the last time, hoping for fuck’s sake she won’t say no.

“Yes.”

“Are you on the pill?” Please say yes … the nearest condom is in the bathroom and I would really like to go bareback for the first time … with her.

“Yes,” the smoldering answer is enough for me to position her for the taking.

For once, I’m willing to take the risk … going commando … and if something happens it wouldn’t be so bad … would it? Having a baby with her?

“Are you ready to be fucked?” I don’t wait for an answer but drive in hard and deep.

FUCK. F.U.C.K. Triple fuck. She’s so tight and wet and warm and different. I’ve wanted this for so long – and it’s better than I could ever imagine.

A cry slice through the air … was it me or her? Voodoo pussy. The words plummet in my head. I get it now bro … it’s self-explanatory.

I pull out and thrust in again. Sweat pleads over my body and the feeling is overwhelming. I start to move, suddenly wanting her to cum again. I want to claim this girl, own her in every possible way.

She moves her hips, matching my rhythm, thrust for thrust. Her body stiffens and I stop, claiming her mouth with mine. She pulls away.

“Enrique!” she scolds me, begging me, and I fucking love it. I plunge in hard and fast; increasing my rhythm with each thrust.

“Oh, boy,” she cries out as she floods, tipping back her head, and biting her lip. The sight of her ecstasy combined with her orgasm clenching me is enough to make me explode. I lose all logic and reason, my mind a total flubber blank as I call out her name and cum violently inside her. Going on a high I’ve never been to before.

When I eventually open my eyes I’m panting; my body shaking; I push my forehead against hers. We stare at each other with wild eyes. That was fucking unbelievable.

“Fuc … flip, Aria.” For the first time through this whole session, I seem to remember that the girls are teaching us to not swear so much … for the children’s sake. Ship. I’m undone.

I pull out and fall down on the bed next to her. I’m not sure what’s going on with me, but I am sure this is not normal. I mean, I’m the player … the man-whore … I should know. I watch from the corner of my eyes how her still naked breasts rise up and down with each breath.

“I want to do that again,” she says and her eyes meet mine. I’m not going to say no to that. Not in a million years. I lean over and start kissing her, feeling my dick fill to an abnormal hardness almost immediately. This time I shove in hard and fast - I have a need to prove that she’s not any different from other girls. But instead, I cum even harder than before. Fuck!

She curls up beside me, falling asleep almost immediately, and I pull the long-discarded blanket that was previously around her shoulder over us, hugging her against my chest.

I stare into the darkness, my mind overflowing. There’s no way I’m gonna sleep now, so I quietly get out of bed and head to the kitchen. I stop abruptly, staring at the mess I made on the floor for a while. The blood; the sauce; the glass; it was like something out of my nightmares. But the accompanying pain and guilt that usually follows it, don’t cut through me like usual, there’s only a slight stinging sensation.

Her wriggling body under mine comes to mind … the lustful look in her eyes. Fuc … flip! She’s getting too close to my walls … I need to stop this. There’s no future for us … in a few months she’ll be leaving … the contract will be finished. And I will be devastated; more broken; lost. This has to stop. It was a mistake. I need her to stay away from me – and my heart.

I have to tell her, I have to keep her at a distance. I flick a finger through the sauce in the pan on the stove and stick it into my mouth. Mm. It’s really good.

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