Dirty Games: A BWWM Romance (5 page)

Rose moaned again, tossing her head back, her arms trembling. The change in angle had her legs spread further apart. Brent could just imagine what it’d feel like to lay her down and eat her out, then tuck her ankles behind her head and fuck her into tomorrow. The possibilities were endless.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Brent purred, his fingers sinking into Rose’s hips as she was drawn back onto Brent’s lap.

“Fuck!” she hissed, trying to edge away, her whole body locked and shaking. Brent bowed his head and sucked a bite into the curve of her shoulder, just to hear her hiss out words from between her red swollen lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rose chanted, her fingers feebly curling around the bedding, sweat mapping her back, sticking her shirt to her skin.

Brent thought he’d never seen anyone look so open and honest and fucking desperate as Rose did at that moment: cock deep in her pussy, her back tense and legs wide apart. His fingers curled around her hips as if they had been made to. It was easy to keep her pinned. Not that it stopped her from squirming, as if Brent wasn’t playing by the rules.

Rose keened as a hard thrust banged right against her sweet spot. Brent hid a smile in the reddened skin of her shoulder. Not only was he going to ruin this girl for everyone else, but he was going to make sure she would beg for it and beg loudly.

Chapter 5

“There,” Brent grunted, repeating the move, getting Rose to buck and spread her legs as far as they would go. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” Brent bowed to kiss her neck, the tip of his tongue lapping up at the sweat dripping down Rose’s back. Her tank top was soaked through, and Brent pushed it up higher as he rocked into her, hitting her g spot with each roll of his hips. Rose moaned and tossed her head back, rutting against Brent as though it would make a difference.

“More,” Rose groaned again, but Brent merely chuckled, using his own weight as leverage as he sat up, arching her back against him and impaling her on his hard dick.

“Yes, you do,” Brent murmured, pushing apart Rose’s legs with his knees as he shoved in deeper.

Rose’s body seized up, shaking with the beginning of her orgasm, and Brent immediately stopped thrusting, stalling her release. Rose sobbed and twisted under Brent’s grip, her sweat making her glisten like a jewel under the dim light of the room. When he was sure that she wasn’t going to come, he let go and spread Rose’s lips further with his spare hand, his fingers rubbing at Rose’s entrance.

He slid a finger in alongside his dick, and Rose went rigid with a loud, keening sound, before melting against the bedding, her hips jerking up helplessly.

“You like that?” asked Brent as he rubbed the stretched skin teasingly.

Rose whimpered, but nodded her head, and Brent cautiously tested a second finger. The room was full of all kinds of fun toys, and if Brent could have his way, the night would turn to morning before they were done.

“Let me in then,” he encouraged, privately marveling as his second finger slowly slid up to the knuckle.

He bet that with a little workout, Rose could take his whole fist. The mere thought was enough to bring him dangerously close to the edge—it had been long enough since anyone had aroused him like that. He wanted to try and see, wanted to fuck Rose unconscious. The thought of Rose’s tight, just fucked pussy around his hand, flesh clinging to flesh, made him almost dizzy.

“Please,” Rose sobbed quietly. “Please, Brent, let me—let me come.”

Brent didn’t listen to her. Instead, he twisted his fingers free sharply, just as his hips drove his cock in alongside them. Rose screamed, and the impossibly tight heat was too much for Brent to handle. He came, unexpectedly, fast and hard, filling up the condom to the brim and taking his breath away. Rose slumped on the bed as soon as Brent released his grip on her hips, moaning and mewling, her hands now pawing at her tender pussy. Brent’s knees shook a little, but he steadied himself and quickly stripped Rose’s soft dark slacks from the tangle around her legs, slapping her hands away from her groin.

“No, no, no touching.”

Rose whined, her wrist twisting in Brent’s grip. Brent felt a spark in his belly, and he pinned her hand behind her head. Rose’s sharp intake of breath at the move confirmed his thought, and he reached behind the headboard to grasp at the silky black scarf that hung there exactly for that purpose. He tied up her wrists and wrapped the end around the brass railings of the bed frame.

“I’ll take care of you,” Brent whispered, his voice softer now, pushing Rose’s legs up and apart. She kicked, whimpering, a low sound that came from deep in her throat. Brent leaned over and licked at the hollow of her throat.

“Please,” she groaned. “Please. I need it so fucking bad. Please, please—”

Brent let the tip of his tongue travel all the way up to Rose’s lips and pushed right past them, shutting her up as he took her breath away, his kiss hard and demanding, almost fucking Rose’s mouth with his tongue. He shuffled until he fit right between her legs and used his hand to spread her soaked pussy lips.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll pass out,” Brent promised, biting at Rose’s lower lip before lowering himself on Rose’s body.

At the first swipe of his tongue across her clit, Rose let out a long, loud moan, her ankles twisting and wrapping around the back of Brent’s head. He reached behind her and forcefully unwound her legs. He pressed his thumbs into the soft, tender wetness and held her thighs apart as he stabbed his tongue repeatedly over the swollen flesh.

“Oh, God! God!” Rose bucked up against him, struggling to get more of that sweet, torturous friction.

Brent took his time lapping over the abused flesh, carefully scraping his teeth and soothing with his tongue. He held her legs open wide and pressed the flat of his tongue in, feeling the muscles clench viciously as Rose bucked up with a strangled keen. Brent licked him open thoroughly, his fingers slowly running across the pad of Rose’s feet, tickling mercilessly, grinning to himself as she whimpered and tried to kick out. Brent pulled back, chuckling when she rutted her hips up, thrashing like a trapped butterfly beneath him.

“So hot,” Brent murmured, pushing Rose’s legs further apart as he let his tongue trail back down to Rose’s hole, circling the outer ring, before moving down all the way to the crease of her ass. “Can’t believe you’ve never done it. It’s like you were made for it. I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll think you’re gonna die with it.”

Rose twisted up, her breathing harsh and uncontrolled.

“Please.” Rose strained for Brent, trying to get the pressure she wanted.

Brent wouldn’t let her. He ran the stubbled edge of his jaw across Rose’s sensitive skin, smirking when it drew a hiss of pain from between those pretty, full, pink lips. Brent fiddled with the loose ends of the scarf, tugging the end down as he pushed her knee up, fastening the strap below the swell of her thigh. It held her leg perfectly spread and elevated. He repeated the move with the final strap and sat back, admiring his handiwork.

Rose squirmed helplessly on the bed. There was enough give in the scarf to give her the illusion of some freedom, but the more she struggled, the tighter it pulled.

Brent reached for the provided tube of lube in the nightstand, and grinned as he poured a generous amount in his palm. Rose watched, eyes hooded, her pussy clenching in anticipation as Brent began to probe experimentally at the swollen skin. One finger slid in easy, without extra lube, and then another. He managed three before he met friction, and pulled back. The lube was thick and slippery when he poured out another handful. He returned to Rose’s pussy with the same three fingers and slid right back in. Rose threw her head back and moaned loudly, her legs shaking violently with the strain of being held so wide.

Brent smirked and flexed his fingers inside Rose, crooking them up, searching, probing, feeling Rose’s muscle squeeze and give way every time he pulled back and pushed in again. He leaned over, his teeth scraping the tendons of Rose’s neck as he pulled his fingers out completely before adding more lube and sliding right back in.

Rose’s breaths were damp and ragged against Brent’s cheek, her moans thin and incoherent. She was so far gone, barely hanging in there in the white haze of pleasure that he had put her in, and that was exactly what the he wanted. Brent sank his teeth in the fleshy part of Rose’s ear, his tongue shooting out to soothe the sting as she whimpered and bucked on Brent’s hand, her legs kicking out wildly.

“You think you can stand one more?” Brent purred in her ear, circling the curve of it with the tip of his tongue as his pinkie joined the other three fingers as he was sliding back in Rose’s slick hole. “It’s pretty slutty, allowing your first time to do such naughty things to you.”

Brent had to grasp at the base of his newly hardening dick to stop himself from coming right then and there when Rose didn’t deny his claim, merely bit her lower lip, her deep, green eyes almost black, the pupil blown wide, lust and want making her look feral, wanton like the slutty virgin Brent claimed she was.

“Or maybe even my whole hand? What do you say to that, darling? Think of how full you’d feel. My whole huge fist fucking you open and raw. You wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. And then I could slide right back in, so easy.” He smiled against Rose’s skin, his eyes trained on Rose’s pussy, red and glistening. “Would you like that, sweetheart?”

Rose keened, thrashing under Brent’s hands, and nodded, blinking tears from her eyes. Brent drew his fingers back and applied more lube. He’d not done it in a while, but he still remembered the first imperative. Lube, lube, lube, lube. Then he would slide in easy. Three fingers, then his pinky, and he traced the stretched flesh with his thumb before carefully pushing inside. Rose choked, her scream silent as she gasped in huge gulps of air. Her pretty pink pussy was stretched so wide around Brent’s hand, smooth and shiny with lube. Brent eased forwards, eventually sinking up to the knuckles, the widest part of his hand spreading her open.

“Such a good little slut. First time you got fucked, now first time you got fisted—or you did this before? Maybe on your own?”

Rose threw her head back and forth furiously. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“That’s a no, then.” Brent slid in further, until Rose was clinging around his wrist, all tight, hot flesh.

Giving his wrist an experimental half turn, Brent circled his fingers, knuckles rubbing carefully in the search for Rose’s sweet spot. She sobbed, desperate and wretched, her whole body seizing up and arching off the bed as she came, hard and messy, all over Brent’s hand. He bit his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood as his cock jerked at the sight and feel of Rose’s body clenching down viciously on his hand.

“Fuck,” Brent hissed, eyes shut tight, his other hand going to squeeze at the base of his dick to keep himself from coming just by hearing the sounds Rose was making. “Fuck, so fucking hot, gorgeous, so good, good little slut, just taking it, Dear Lord, Rose,” Brent groaned.

His knuckles rotated slightly in the constricted space, as he fisted his cock with his other hand, fast and furious as Rose mewled and tightened around his hand. It didn’t take much longer for Brent to come, too, coating Rose’s thighs and stomach with thick, white cum.

Rose moaned, her head floating in the hazy cloud of post orgasmic bliss, her body quivering slightly with aftershocks. She felt wrung out and used, covered in both, Brent’s fist keeping her open and on edge. Every time Brent’s knuckles hit her spot, a moan fell from her bitten, bruised lips.

“Look how beautiful you are, all fucked out and needy,” Brent rasped, nuzzling the curve of Rose’s neck with his stubble. She garbled out a strangled moan, her legs spasming in their restraints. The edge of the scarf was brushing on tender skin, leaving raised, red marks. Brent bowed over her body, slowly edging out his fist as he licked the underside of her knee, grinning to himself when she yelped and kicked out wildly.

Brent grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned Rose up while she came down from the high, her limbs like marshmallow underneath him.

After he was done, he undid the restraints around her ankles and hands and collapsed next to her in bed. Time passed in a trickle like sand through an hourglass, and if Brent had kept true to his word about fucking this girl unconscious, he had to admit he wasn’t that far behind.

Normally, Brent would have bounced from the bed the moment he came, made for the shower and disappeared without a word. Yet, this time, that didn’t happen at all. He figured it must’ve been the monumental orgasm he just had, and how tired it made him. Instead, he laid his head on the pillow, tugging Rose’s warm, sated body against his own and allowing sleep to pull him under.

Chapter 6

“So, how did it go?” were the first words out of Wes’s mouth the next morning, when Rose ambled down the stairs with a very, very uncomfortable step and a loopy grin on her mouth.