Naughty Tales Collection Page 2

  He watches me like I’m the most delicious dessert on the menu.

  “Are you wet for me, baby?”

  I can only nod. My voice is lodged somewhere in my stomach.

  “Show me.”

  My thighs drop open for him. The panties I’m wearing barely cover my virginity, and if the darkening of his gaze says anything, he can tell just how much I want him.

  “Will it hurt?” I whisper, licking my lips as his face lowers between my legs.

  He doesn’t answer me at first, and by the time he does raise his head, I’m too lost in the feel of his hot breath breathing on my thighs to care.

  “Yes.” His no-nonsense answer gives me pause, but I only nod again.

  “You’ll take it away, won’t you, Martin?” My head drops back on my shoulders as he lowers his face again, inhaling my scent deep into his lungs. “Ohhhh.” The feelings lighting my body up guarantee he’ll make me feel good.

  “Not before I enjoy it.” My body drops to the mattress and Martin peels my bra and panties off gently as he kisses up and down my body. His soft lips make me shiver every time he touches me.

  “Please!” I cry out when he licks across one nipple, cupping the whole breast in his hand and sucking the peak deeply into his mouth. My entire body pulses with desire, and I can’t help the way I rub my bare pussy against his thigh. The coarse hairs on his flesh create a friction I didn’t know I needed.

  “Tell me, sweet virgin, have you played with this pretty pussy before?” He’s kissing along to my other globe and it takes a moment before I can comprehend his question.

  “Yes.” I whimper.

  He pauses, and I feel him tense. “Thinking about who?”

  It’s my turn to smirk at the jealousy in his tone. “You.”

  “That’s my girl.” He whispers the words, but I feel them throughout my entire frame. His girl. I really could get used to the sound of that.

  Don’t Celeste, you’ll get hurt. Stupid inner voice.

  His expert fingers search out my heat and soon he’s inserting one finger, then another, and all too quickly I’m floating high in the sky. Nothing but euphoria flows through me.

  “Martin…” I whine.

  “Celeste.”

  He groans. Pulling his hands free, I sense him moving forward and feel the fat head of his cock pushing at my entrance.

  “Don’t tighten up on me.” His harsh growl vibrates in the room.

  Dropping my legs as far open I can, I arch into his body, hoping to make it easier. The burning in my core has tears in my eyes and soon he’s forced his way in, and a pain-filled scream rips from my chest.

  “Shhh.” He tries to soothe, but I can’t stand it and try to push him away. “Stop moving, Celeste.” His angry bark pops my eyes open and I see he’s in just as much pain as I am.

  I can’t stop the sob breaking free. “It hurts.”

  “I know,” he murmurs, kissing my lips, cheek, neck, and coming back to my mouth. He slowly slides his tongue between my lips, making me think of what he’s doing up here rather than down there. “Rock into me, lift your hips up and down, nice and slow. Just like…fuck.” Dropping his head onto my chest, his breaths are harsh, and I soon find a slow rhythm that eases the pain inside.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper when he still doesn’t move.

  “I have to move, Celeste,” he groans.

  “Okay.”

  “It might hurt you.”

  I hesitate. “Okay.” I want his pleasure every bit as much as my own, and if that means some discomfort, I’ll take it, because it means I gave him something.

  Gripping my thighs in his large hands, Marty puts them over his shoulders while leaning over my body, I’m suddenly extremely grateful for those gymnastics’ courses all these years.

  “So fucking tight.” He groans into my ear.

  My knees are at my shoulders and my arms are pinned by his hands, but good lord does this feel wonderful.

  “Harder, Martin.” I don’t know where the words come from, but I know I need him to move more. To give us more.

  “You’re so soft, and supple.” His praise makes me smile until he hits something inside of me and my body goes nuclear.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” I pant. Panic blasts through me as his pace picks up and my body tenses, releasing adrenaline through my bloodstream and making me light-headed.

  “Breathe for me, baby.” Marty watches me with hooded eyes and barely leashed desire.

  “I can’t.” I whine.

  Gripping my chin with his hand, a snarl crosses his face as he tilts my head. “You fucking can, but I’ll give you a reason not to.” And he slams his mouth over mine. This is nothing like the sweet kisses we shared before.

  He’s rough. Demanding. Hard. He takes everything he wants from me and gives nothing in return. Biting my tongue, I hiss, but he sucks, making every pulse point in my body throb with pleasure.

  “Give it to me, Celeste. Give me everything.”

  I bite my lip, close my eyes, and breathe as he continues to love my body. Proving over and over that whatever pleasure my hand has given me is nothing compared to the buildup I’m feeling now.

  “Oh God. Oh fuck. Martin!” I scream so loud my voice cracks. Sweat drips down my forehead and my body freezes as he thrusts, unrelenting through my pleasure, and takes his own.

  “Oh fuck.” Martin roars as he slams in my tight channel over and over before he pulls free and releases his pleasure all over my stomach and chest. The warm jets of semen make my pussy pulse with the need to fill it. But I know that can’t happen. Not with Martin.

  He’s a playboy.

  I’m just some dumb schoolgirl who fell in love.

  Chapter Three

  Marty

  I don’t know what the fuck happened. One minute I’m having the orgasm of my fucking life and the next I’m out cold.

  I’ve never fucking passed out after sex. I’m normally going for seconds and thirds. But, Jesus fuck, Celeste. She has this innate ability to relax me. She fucking took everything I threw at her and begged for more.

  I gave it to her. In spades. I thought she’d have run from the room when I told her she was sleeping with my cum all over her body. She fucking rubbed it in with a goddamned smile on her face and cuddled up to me.

  We spent the whole night with her in my arms. I’ve never slept better in my life. I want to do it again. I need to fucking do it again. Every damn night.

  With her.

  Only ever with Celeste.

  Looking to her side of the bed, I already know she’s gone. She stole away sometime in the early morning hours. Anger rolls through me that she thinks she can leave me.

  If anyone leaves anyone, it’s me. I leave.

  Not with her, though. She obviously didn’t believe me when I said she’s mine. Last night just proved further that she’s it for me. That I’m keeping her for myself.

  Rolling out of bed, I grab a pair of shorts and my phone and head over to her house. The street is quiet as I walk outside. For a weekend, that’s unusual around here.

  Walking up the front steps to her house, I knock on the door. I know she’s home. When there’s no answer, I try the handle. Locked.

  Mother fuck.

  Jogging around to the back, I try the back door and luck out when it opens. Gonna have to talk to her about that. Irresponsible.

  “Celeste?” I call out. I know she’s here. She’s a quiet girl and I know she doesn’t have very many friends, so there isn’t much else she could be doing.

  Waltzing through her house, I’m surprised at the size of the liquor cabinet in the den as I walk past. “Jesus,” I hiss. Someone has an addiction.

  “Celeste!” I call louder this time as I reach the stairs. Seeing a closed door with her name on it, I walk in to see her sleeping in my t-shirt in her bed. The picture makes me hard. It’s not just that she’s in my shirt, but the pure innocence that surrounds her makes my chest tight with desire.

&nbs
p; Strolling closer to her, I see tears staining her cheeks and worry I was too rough with her last night. Gently peeling back her blanket, I lift up the shirt and see hand-sized bruises lining her hips and back from where I squeezed her to hold her in place.

  “Fucking hell,” I mutter quietly. Dropping my shorts, I climb in bed with her and softly roam my hands up and down her body. Being tender with a lover isn’t normally my forte, but she’s so much more than any lover.

  She’s Celeste.

  She’s my girl.

  My life.

  My love.

  Love?

  When the hell…

  I don’t even fucking care.

  “Baby.” I kiss her hip over the bruise. She doesn’t move. “Celeste.” I kiss her ass cheek and nibble when she moans. The scent of her desire permeates the air and my dick has grown to a solid length I can’t deny.

  Turning her body, I pop her hips up in the air. She’s still fucking sleeping.

  Not for long.

  Spreading her ass cheeks, I lick along her slit to find her soaked for me. She’s just begging for a nice, long fucking.

  “Alright, baby. You asked for it.”

  Lining my dick up, I spread her thighs further to make room and slowly, achingly, glide my dick into her tight little cunt.

  “So fucking good.”

  With pink frilly shit, teddy bears galore, and a teenage girl under me, I slowly fuck in and out of her.

  Feeling dirtier, and happier, than I have in a long damn time, I take my time with her. Not going too hard, I rock back and forth, waiting for her eyes to flutter open.

  “Come on, baby, wake up for daddy.”

  Shit. Where the fuck did that come from? Jesus, this girl makes me all kinds of nasty.

  “Martin?” Her sleepy voice whispers as her eyes flutter reluctantly.

  “That’s right, baby, daddy’s here.” I lean over her back and see her baby blues widen with shock.

  “Daddy?” she says skeptically, but my cock fucking jumps with joy. Dirty bastard.

  “When this dick is in you, you scream daddy, long and fucking loud,” I instruct her.

  Ignoring my demand, she asks, “What are you doing here?” Her sniffle catches my attention.

  “What the hell do you mean? Why wouldn’t I be here?” Now I’m getting mad.

  “Onyx,”—I growl at my friend’s name—“says you’re a one-night-stand kind of guy.”

  Freezing, her meaning becomes clear. She thought she was a one-night-stand.

  “Not with you. Never with you,” I murmur, pushing my anger back. “You aren’t ready for everything I want from you, Celeste, so take my word. You are more than anything in this fucking world to me.”

  Her watery eyes meet mine and I could drown in their depths happily.

  “Yes, daddy.” She whispers the words that make my dick sing.

  Celeste

  I woke up this morning completely devastated, realizing our night was over. Martin was more than likely going to move on to the next girl and take my heart with him.

  I left before he could wake up and tell me to leave. I didn’t want it to become awkward. So I tucked my tail between my legs, grabbed my clothes, and quietly snuck out the front door. Landing in my bed sometime after six, I immediately started crying.

  My heart constricted into pain-filled contortions and I slipped into a dreamless state until I felt his presence in my dreams. Martin is commanding and domineering, taking over my senses even in slumber.

  Opening my eyes to see him behind me, with his cock lodged deeply into my pussy, I thought it was a joke. He couldn’t be real.

  Until he bent over my back and demanded I call him daddy.

  Something I don’t even call my own father.

  It should be a turnoff.

  But it’s dirty.

  Naughty fun.

  Every time the word leaves my mouth, I feel his cock jump and a growl erupts from somewhere deep in his throat, vibrating throughout his entire body.

  “Say it again.” Martin grunts as he pulls my hips as far back into his body as he can.

  “Harder, daddy,” I moan, arching my back into his touch.

  “That’s right, baby. Enjoy every filthy fucking moment.” His tone is rough, husky, as possessive as his hold.

  His hips move in and out, faster with each thrust, and I’m helpless to do anything but enjoy it. The more he takes from me, the more I want to give back to him.

  I hadn’t meant to fall in love. I hadn’t meant to do anything but give my virginity to a man who was worthy and knew exactly how to please a woman without instruction.

  “Oh, daddy!” I scream as my orgasm rips through me, taking us both by surprise and making stars dot my vision.

  “Celeste,” Martin groans behind me, and when I feel him start to pull out, I push back, tightening my hold on his hardness. I chase him until he’s left with no option but to release in me. “Fuck, girl.”

  The warmth coats my channel and I lay languid, enjoying having part of him inside me. Even as I feel his pleasure slip free, I revel in how well he can give us what we both need.

  Draping his body over mine, Martin kisses along my neck, nipping where he can, and asks, “Are you on the pill?”

  Staring up into his beautiful blue gaze, I tell him honestly, “No.”

  His body goes tight, his stare narrows, and I start to wish I’d lied when he finally responds.

  That was dangerous. You know you could get pregnant.” It’s not really a question.

  “I do.”

  “So why did you?”

  “Because I want part of you with me always. Even when you’re done with me.” As the words leave my mouth, I realize they’re true. If I were to become pregnant, and he wanted nothing to do with us, I’d still be happy, because I’d have created a beautiful life with a man I love.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready to share you yet,” he murmurs with a sexy half-grin. Not at all mad like I thought he was.

  “Oh my.”

  Amazed, I can’t hide my smile.

  Chapter Four

  Celeste

  At some point through the night, Martin was called away for a homicide in the city, leaving me in bed to sleep. I didn’t want him to go, but he has a very important career that can’t be pushed to the side.

  My parents come home today and I’m hoping Martin will be back before they are. They aren’t bad parents, or even mean, but they are very much against me dating before graduation in a couple months.

  I’m not sure how I’ll break it to them that I’m with an older man. I know for certain they won’t be happy. Especially because they aren’t fond of Martin to begin with.

  I’m not sure if it’s because of when he got drunk last summer and fell asleep on one of the lounge chairs in Onyx and Grace’s backyard, or because he’s a cop. Maybe it’s something completely different. I’m not sure.

  Crawling from bed, my body is deliciously sore from the amount of love-making over the last thirty-six hours. I can feel muscles I never knew existed stretching in protest. Heading for the shower, I turn it on as hot as my body can stand it and let the water soak me as it rains down.

  When the water starts to cool down, I wash my hair and body, reluctant to scrub any of Martin’s scent off of me. After blow drying my hair and getting dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, I grab my chemistry book with the intent to study for an exam later this week.

  The heat is sweltering as I step outside. Sitting on the edge of the pool, I let my legs dangle in the warm water. Opening the first page I have ear marked, I begin reading. My eyes blur as the words register in my mind, and soon, I’m so lost in the pages I don’t realize I have a visitor until I feel his soft lips on my shoulder, kissing left to right until he’s covered all the exposed flesh on my back.

  “Fuck, do you ever look sexy sitting out here like this,” Martin murmurs in my ear as he rolls up his jeans legs and sits behind me.

  “Chem exam at
the end of the week.” I turn the cover so he can see.

  “Yikes. Never was any good with that.” His hands rub along my thighs, distracting me from what I was reading.

  “I do alright,” I whisper, enjoying his touch.

  “I bet you’re being modest.” I can hear the grin in his tone.

  Shrugging, I try to get back to what I was doing, but it’s impossible with his body heat devouring me and sucking me into his raw magnetism.

  “My parents will be home today,” I blurt out. I still haven’t figured out how I’ll tell them I’m with a man almost ten years my senior. Or that he’s a cop. Or that he’s a man they already dislike. I know they won’t be pleased, and they’re going try to forbid me from seeing him.

  “Oh yeah?” He doesn’t sound too concerned.

  Biting my lip, I turn around to look up at him. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell them about us.” Martin is a steam roller, and I know that if I let him do it, there will be no tact.

  “I see.” His voice says he’s perplexed while his eyes tell a different tale. One of indecision, or maybe even worry. “What are your plans for the fall?” he questions, and I’m thrown by the change in subject.

  “Oh, well, I was accepted to New York University, Columbia, and Berkeley.” I smile, because they were my top three schools.

  “That all?” His chuckle is masculine and sends shivers racing down my spine.

  “No. But they’re who I’m choosing from. I have to have a final answer at the end of this month.” Which is only a couple weeks away. I’ve been leaning towards Columbia.

  “Berkeley is in California.” His frown affirms the displeasure in his voice.

  “It is,” I confirm, wishing I could get a better read on what he’s thinking.

  Leaning forward, Martin places his lips over mine and all talk of the future evaporates into thin air and I’m lost in his touch. He sucks and nips at my mouth until I open and then he delves his tongue deep. Taking all that he can get from me.

  Dropping my textbook onto the grass behind us, I grip his shirt in my fists and pull him closer. Idly, I wonder if this persistent need to have him consume me will ever vanish and then I pray it never does.