Charity's Warrior (16 page)

Completely unexpected, Justin stiffly spanks my ass with his hand. The sound of the smack echoes over the entire floor, and the sting of it stiffens muscles in my legs and pussy. He did it again. The sound is beyond sexual, it is raw lust. My clit is swelling, begging to be touched, and he doesn't disappoint, rubbing stiffly in electrifying circles. He slides a finger in me straight to my G-spot, rubbing it quickly as he whacked me again and again, building pressure up inside me.

My toes are curled, ankles flexed tightly, and my hips want to thrust in rhythm to his finger. It strokes and pulls, and he spanks me again. The sting drips down my ass and inner thighs and into my pussy with his finger.

No one had ever dared do this to me before, and it was going to make me cum.

His tongue touches me behind my right knee, swirling on my sensitive flesh, and begins licking its way up the back of my thigh. My skin almost burns in the passionate trail behind his mouth.

Smack!

Holy Christ, that’s such a turn-on!

Justin runs his tongue right into the tingle of his last spank, circling it on the sensitive cheek of my ass. My moaning and screeching is the only other sound echoing with the exhilarating sound of his hand on my flesh. His finger is still tormenting my G-spot into a pulsing, convulsing explosion waiting to happen. My juices are pouring out of me, the wetness making the air feel cold on the flesh between my legs.

His tongue leaves me, and his hand whacks my ass right in the wetness left behind. That one smacks the orgasm out of me. My pussy is exploding, erupting out from under his finger. My screeches turn to wails of intense pleasure. I don't care if anyone walks into the garage right now, but if they did they certainly knew I was cumming. I'm cumming in a huge way.

Smack! Smack!

New waves of pleasure joined the others. "Aw fuck! Aw fuck yeah!" I'm screaming, my voice bouncing around the walls and cars, releasing me. I know he’s watching me, studying my body, my reactions to him, taking me in with his incredible eyes.

Smack!

His tongue is back, tasting the salty sweat on the back of my leg as my orgasm peaks and then finally begins to die off. My hips and knees are a bit sore; I'd been humping against the truck uncontrollably. All my screams melt into soft moans, and Justin slides his finger out of me.

He grabs my hips and pulls me off the truck, but he isn't done yet. He lays me out across the hood of the much lower Alfa Romeo, spreading my legs open wide, exposing all my secrets, not just to him, but to the whole garage. I see the fire ignite in his eyes as he looks at me. Justin backs off enough to undo his pants and drop them. His swollen cock desperately needs release, it’s so stiff it looks like it might hurt, and I want it in me, I want it filling me. I want to hear what he sounds like with his voice echoing around the garage as he cums.

I just fucking want him, and he wants me even more!

He pushes it down and aims it at me, moving forward and putting the tip in. I feel the heat of it warm my folds. Once my wet pussy has a hold of it, he lets go of his cock and grabs both of my legs with his incredibly strong hands. Pure, ferocious desire is staring down at me as he pulls me toward him, impaling me on his hardness again and again. I grab him with my heels and make him pound me harder while he growls like a bear. I rake my fingernails from both hands down his chest, stopping to flick his nipples with them.

“
You are too much for me!” he hisses.

All his muscles ripple as he bounces off me, colliding, ramming me. I try to hold on to the car, but I can't. My fingers don't find anything to grab, and my body slides around the hood. His strong arms keep pulling me back, so I give in and let him control me, fucking me endlessly.

His cock is right on that place again, sending shock waves through my soul. I invite this next orgasm, welcoming it as it washes over me. I don't care who hears me, Justin is making me cum, and that's all that matters for the moment. My pussy throbs on his hardness, but he's fucking my entire body, even my thoughts, and it's more intense than the first climax. His eyes burn me wonderfully everywhere they land. His animal growls echo with my screams, and I feel taken. I am swept up into his passion. When it hits, I pull him in deeper and harder with my heels, trying to make him part of me so he can feel my orgasm, share it with me. He should feel my squeezing around his cock and the gush of cum being crushed out of me.

Justin's growl finally turns into a shout, his call wafting around the room. It was his turn to cum now. His hips sped, meeting my thighs half way each time he pulls me in, riding the end of my climax. My orgasm had been too much for him.

Suddenly he backed up and pulled out of me. I didn't understand at first, but I quickly realized there is no way to clean me up if he came in me. But I am determined to make him go properly. I jump up and lean forward, grabbing his hip and ass with one hand and the base of his cock with the other. I pull him forward into my mouth, barely in time as a single shot of his cum hits me high up on my cheek and drips down my face. The rest of it explodes in my mouth as I suck him, swallowing every bit. His grunts and shouts bounce around the room as mine had while his orgasm peaks and descends.

I continue to suck him until there is nothing coming out, and he turns into a ball of sensitivity that twitches each time my tongue flicks his head. Then he falls back against the truck, trying to catch his breath. I need a moment too; it had all been quick, but so intense. I lie back across the Spider and listen to the air rushing in and out of my chest.

"Good, Christ," he breathed, chuckling a tiny bit.

I didn't even look up at him, still reveling at how hot the moment had been. "Yes, I agree," I reply.

When our hearts and lungs had caught up, we straightened ourselves out and fixed our clothes, smiling at each other when Justin wiped the thin line of his cum off my face. Then he grabbed my hand and led me out back toward the elevator.

"I'd like to know," he said, "which part turned you on more, getting spanked, or being in a public place?"

"Honestly, I can't tell you," I answered. "I've never done either before, but I am already looking forward to doing both again. I never thought I even wanted to be spanked, but the way you did it was so fucking hot." My clit twitches as I remember.

He is so proud of himself; I can see it in his expression.

"What did it for you?" I asked as we got closer to the elevator.

"Well, that's a harder question for me," he said.

I didn't know if he was testing me or being serious. "How do you figure that?"

He didn't answer right away, thinking and letting me dangle. We are in front of the elevator, but instead of hitting the button, Justin grabs my shoulders and pushes me up against the green wall right in front of the white “G.” He leans into me, his cheek to mine so he can talk softly into my ear. "The public place was hot. Spanking you was intense. The feel of your firm ass under my hand—God!" he grunted and it echoed. "But just the sight of your incredible legs hanging over the side of the truck with my finger moving in and out of you, or sliding into you with your dress wrapped around your waist—that was something!" He moved away from my ear and used a hand to tilt my face up directly to his. "And shoving me into your mouth while I was cumming, some of it dripping down your face," he lightly licked my cheek where his cum had dripped, "that was too much for me to take."

Without warning, his tongue slipped into my mouth and he kissed me quickly. Then his mouth went back to my ear.

"You are too much to even look at for my eyes. The feel of you is mind numbing. Your taste is addicting. So every moment of any night with you is my favorite part." He kissed me lightly on the neck before stepping away and hitting the elevator button.

I melted.
Be careful!

We got into the first car that came down and this time Justin let me press the one for my floor. I reached out and grabbed his hand and he squeezed mine back.

There was a slight change in him when we got off of the elevator upstairs, nervousness, and I knew it the moment that I saw it. Thank God for Lena—again! His soul was exposed. Earlier he had touched on his big childhood secrets, and now he was revealing some of his emotion towards me, admitting that he's not getting enough of me. Both had gone well, but that was not the point for him. This was his limit for today, for now, and he wanted to stop himself before things moved too fast.

He came into my room, but that was just to look around, to make sure that I was safe. He didn't sit, and I knew he was about to come up with an exit for the night. Something to get him out before I asked him to stay, because he might not have the strength to say no.

"Listen," he started, "you've had a long day and an even longer night, so I want you to get some rest. I'm gonna jet home to get out of your way."

"Okay," I said, walking over to him. "I'd offer you a drink or something but I don't have anything." I put my hands on his waist in a soft embrace. "Thank you for tonight—for
all
of tonight."

Justin laughed, relaxing out his tension, and I kissed him. That was how the night needed to end, letting him off the hook without any clinginess or self-doubt of my own, just a laugh and a kiss. He was much more himself when I closed the door behind him.

BEFORE I TURNED BACK
into my room, I remember the sound of Justin's hand on my ass and the echo it made, how anyone could have walked into the garage and heard us.

My clit twitched.

I ignore it for now, and grab my Panther laptop. I sat on the bed with it to double check the schedules for tomorrow, wondering if I will feel tired soon.

Everything is in order for the morning, so I do a little more shopping for the apartment. I am obsessing, I know, but it's the only thing I can do right now. I desperately want to call my friend Melissa back home and tell her all about what Justin had just done to me downstairs. She would die! But I am afraid she might be more upset at me than jealous, for taking such a risk. I'll tell her, just not now, not yet. After a little while, I find a few things from Macys that I
had
to have for the new place, and I check out.

I put the laptop down on the bed and left to take a shower. As I washed my hair, I thought about Justin's tongue running up my leg to my ass. When I was washing my body, I remembered his fingers on my clit. Rinsing off, I could almost feel his hands pulling me onto his swollen cock. Drying off made me think of him licking my cheek where his cum had dripped.

Obviously, my clit had not been fully satisfied by the wonderful G-spot orgasm, and its throbbing urges were calling me. I cannot stop thinking about the things he did to me, his wet tongue poking in and out of me, sucking my clit but giving it no release. I want him back in here finishing me, I want to feel his cock rubbing on my clit, but that's not going to happen. My bullet vibrator was going to be my only salvation.

I left the towels on the bathroom floor and went hunting through my suitcase, finding the bullet buried right where it should be. I jumped onto the bed, rolled to my back, and opened my legs wide. For a moment, as I saw my laptop still sitting there and powered on, I thought about watching some porn, mostly for the background noise, but the second I turned on the bullet and it touched my clit, I knew I wouldn't need it.

I close my eyes and think about Justin and the things he did to me. Within seconds my hips are pumping and the wetness is dripping out of me. That turns me on because I know if Justin was here he would be growling at the taste of me, lapping me up. The way he licked and sucked on me, it was as if making me cum was all it took to make him climax.

My pussy is pulsing under the vibrations. I am close, moments away. I rubbed my nipple with my free hand and pretended it was Justin. I fantasize that he's come back to the room and caught me masturbating, and he is spanking me for it while rubbing my clit.

That was all I could take. I was cumming. This orgasm was softer and relieving, but compared to what Justin did to me, it was only pacifying.

My heaving chest slowed, and I straighten my legs out across the bed cover, enjoying the coolness of the sheets. I shut off my bullet and dropped it next to the laptop. It had done its job for tonight. Sleep could actually be a possibility now.

A few minutes later I grabbed the laptop to shut it down for the night. I slid it closer and pounded on the power button. Windows warned that it was shutting down, and I watched the lights to be sure it was off. Right away one light caught my eye as I didn't recall seeing it before. It was a circle with a dot in it, and that told me nothing.