Painless (12 page)

“Don’t let any of your buddies sniff my underwear,” I giggled.

He chuckled. “They won’t have a chance. I’ll be too busy hogging all of it for myself.” He inhaled loudly, “Ah yeah, that’s the shit!”

I swatted his arm again. “I can’t decide whether that’s disgusting or a total turn on.”

“I like how your pussy smells, so I’m going with turn on.”

I winced. “Gross!”

He shook his head and smiled. “One day we’re going to have to break you of your prudish ways,
agápi mou.
I like how your pussy smells. I like how it tastes. I generally think about jamming my face between your legs every five minutes.”

“You are so crude!”

He smiled his dimpled grin. “What can I say? You turn me on more than any woman has ever turned a man on in the history of men. I’m the luckiest guy on the planet and I like to indulge in it. Your pussy, that is. Nectar of the Gods and shit.”

I had to admit, the hot throb between my legs was totally unintentional. I took no responsibility for being turned on by Christos’ crass behavior. I was a proper girl without a single slutty bone in my body. Christos, on the other hand, had the soul of a male slut, and for some reason, I wanted his slutty bone in my body. Err, I meant, I wanted his slut bone in parts of me for which I was not responsible, the wet drenched center in particular.

He arched a cocky eyebrow, emphasis on the cocky part. “Ready to go upstairs?”

“Why do we have to go upstairs?” The hood of the Woody seemed like as good a place as any to me.

“To see your other presents,” he murmured.

“Presents are good,” I said softly, gazing up into his eyes.

Christos squatted down and scooped me into his arms.
 

Okay, I admit it, he’d carried me places a thousand times by now, and I liked it better every time. We went upstairs and he carried me into his bedroom. This time, I really felt like we had just crossed an important threshold. We had stepped into something permanent. Wow, I was hot from head to toe.

He flipped on the lights.

The bed was now covered in a new comforter and piles of pillows were stacked against the headboard.
 

“I thought the bed could be plushed up a bit, since you’ll be spending so much time in it,” he said.

“I love it!”

Still cradled in his arms, he walked me around the room.

“I also bought you a chest of drawers for your clothes.” A new dark wood chest stood angled in one corner. “And I made room in the closet for you to hang stuff.” He opened one of the mirrored doors. Plenty of room. “And you can put shoes and shit on the shelves and the floor. If you turn into a shoe whore, we can rent a storage locker,” he grinned.

“Lucky for you, I’m broke,” I smiled.

“That won’t stop you from going to Goodwill or the thrift shops. Shoes are shoes. I know how you ladies get when it comes to footwear.”

“Are you encouraging me?” I grinned. “I’m not above bargain hunting.”

He rolled his eyes. “Give me at least a month before you go nuts. I’d at least like to enjoy the illusion of a shoe free household for that long.”

Christos was still holding me in his arms. I snuggled my cheek against the large muscles of his chest. I inhaled his manly scent. Wow, I was living in a fantasy world. Somebody wake me up! On second thought, don’t!
 

“When did you do all this?” I asked.

“Today. My pre-trial went pretty quick. There’s still one or two more things.”

“Oh? How many presents do I get?”

“As many as you want,” he winked as he opened the bathroom door and walked me inside.

“Oh my god,” I murmured. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Lit candles lined the room. Rose petals carpeted the floor and the edge of the jacuzzi tub, which was full of bubbles. Two big bouquets of fresh red roses were positioned on the counter top between the sinks. In the middle of everything was a big heart shaped box of chocolates.

“Happy pre-Valentine’s Day,
agápi mou
,” he said softly.
 

Okay, now I was officially crying. Tears streamed down my face. “Oh, Christos. My
agápi mou
. I can’t believe you did all this.”

“I can,” he grinned.

“But it’s so much,” I said looking up into his eyes.
 

“It’s not enough,” he smiled.

“But I haven’t gotten you anything,
agápi mou
,” I said.

“Yes you have,
agápi mou.
You’ve given me you.” He gazed deeply into my eyes. “Samantha, with you in my house and in my heart, I have everything I will ever need on this earth. You are my all. All that I need, all that I want, all that life has to offer.”

I lifted my head up to kiss him. He worked his arms around beneath me and lifted me closer, until our lips met. The warm embrace of our kissing lips sent shimmers of desire cascading down my throat. Warmth spread across my chest and lit my breasts with pleasurey tension. His tongue entered my mouth and melted into mine. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt as his warm breath caressed me.

We kissed for a time, then he gently pulled away. “Your bath awaits. Don’t want it to get cold.” He set me down on the edge of the tub and pulled my flats off and massaged my feet.

“Mmm, that feels wonderful,” I said.

He smiled and massaged for awhile. When he was finished, he slid his hands up my jeans and worked his thumbs between my thighs until they teased between my legs. I giggled as he tickled his hands up my sides and pulled my sweater and T shirt over my head. He tossed them onto the floor, took my hands, and pulled me to standing.

“What?” I asked.

“Pants,” he grinned as he unbuttoned my jeans, slid the zipper down, and slowly worked my jeans and panties down to my ankles. He was kneeling beside me, his face inches from my center. He tilted his head up at me and cocked his dimples while he inhaled slowly.

“Fucking incredible,” he said, closing his eyes to savor my scent. He leaned toward me and exhaled on my wet folds. His hot breath made me tingle. I wanted to dance nervously, but my jeans trapped my feet. He put one knee between my legs, pressing my jeans down and binding my feet. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Christos,” I murmured. “I can’t move.”

“Nope,” he chuckled. He cupped my butt with his hands and jerked my hips toward him, burying his face between my legs. His tongue laved between my lips, hot and hungry. He lapped up my wetness like a parched man stumbling into an oasis.

The pleasure was intense and electric, spasming out from my core into my chest, glowing up my throat. I felt faint, and propped an arm against his muscled shoulder, steadying myself as he licked away my equilibrium. Contractions seized my core as an orgasm rose up inside me, spinning through my body in liquid waves of heat. I moaned throatily and collapsed onto Christos’ shoulders as pleasure stole gravity and lifted me into the air. “Oh, oh, oh…”

He drove his tongue into me as I came all over his face. He wouldn’t stop, and my pleasure mounted, intensifying as another orgasm took flight on the wings of the first.

He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t relent. He growled and moaned as his fingers clenched my ass in his mesmerizing grip. He was ravenous and tore me open with his tongue. I wept pleasure between my legs, raining all over his face.

I was gone.

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My legs were quivering when he finally finished. My torso was draped over his shoulders so I levered up with my arms. My hair hung in my face as I gazed down at him.

He tilted his head up at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He looked carnivorous as his slick lips spread across his teeth. “I told you I’ve been dying for a bite.”

I giggled. “You sound like a vampire.”

He chuckled and pulled off his shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos on his arms and shoulders as well as the ‘Fearless’ script across his chest, then slid himself up my body, pressing pectorals against my swollen breasts and the knots of my nipples, shooting electric tingles that stopped my breath. He unhooked my bra and peeled it away, his face still glistening as he kissed me deeply and caressed my neck.

“Mmm, so good,” he said. “Ready for your bath?”

“What about you?” I asked.

“What about me?”

“Aren’t you, you know, like totally worked up?”

“I can wait,” he said cockily.

Ab alert! I looked down at his always amazing abs. I would do laundry 24/7 if his abs were my washboard. I ran my fingers down them, caressing all eight as they arrowed down to the waistband of his pants. “I don’t know if I can.” I grabbed his belt and pulled his hips into me.

“I would never refuse a lady,” he grinned.

I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I wanted to recreate the same move he’d used on me. I grabbed his underwear and jeans and started pulling. “Damn, your jeans are tight.” I needed some leverage, so I stepped out of my jeans and panties and kicked them aside before setting my legs and yanking unsuccessfully on his jeans. “A little help?”

“Blame fashion,” he said casually. “Skinny jeans are in.” He shimmied his hips as I slid his pants down.

His cock sprung out of his boxers and waved in my face.

“Look out for my heat seeking missile,” he joked. “It’s got target lock.”

I snickered. “You are a complete dork, you know that?”

“Only for you,
agápi mou.
”

I managed to push his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. When I rose up on my knees, his throbbing cock was pointing right at my mouth.

“Uhhh…” I said, “What do I do?”

“You got yourself into this mess,” he said.

I arched an eyebrow and glared up at him. “I think it’s time for my bath?”

“Whatever you prefer. My dick’s not going anywhere. I can fuck you later. It’s up to you.”

Still staring at him, I shook my head. “You have a dirty mind, young man.”

“The dirtiest.”

I lowered my eyes back to his manhood. Wow, it was really big. Thick veins wound around the shaft. The head was dark and purpled with blood. It literally pulsed, thump, thump, thump, probably in time with his heartbeat, getting slightly bigger with each thud. Pre cum dribbled from the tip. I licked my lips. I couldn’t help myself. It looked so lickable.
 

I leaned toward it and felt heat pouring off of it before my lips even touched it.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” he asked thoughtfully.

“Not really?” My mouth had never been this close to a cock in my entire life. I’d always maintained a safe distance at all times. Maybe it was finally time to throw caution to the wind.

“We can jump in the tub if you want, and enjoy the suds,” he said softly. “It’s up to you.”

I smiled up at him and batted my eye lashes.
 

He grinned.

I leaned forward and gingerly kissed the top of the tip once. “How was that?”

“Wow. Amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it,” he quipped. “Best. Blow job. Ever,” he winked.

I frowned at him. “Excuse me. I haven’t had a lot of experience swallowing elephant trunks, hot shot.”

He cocked a dimple at me. “I’ve got a hot shot waiting for you, whenever you’re ready.”

I rolled my eyes. “That was epically lame, Christos.”

“And?” he grinned. “Make your move or I’m jumping in the tub.”

“Fine. You asked for it,” I growled. I leaned forward and licked the pre-cum right off the tip and swallowed. A salty hint of ocean. Not what I’d expected. But I wasn’t done. I slid my lips around the head of his cock and licked the underside.

“Fu-uh-uh-uck,” he moaned.
 

I glanced up and saw him throw his head back. There was no way I was getting all of him in my mouth so I grabbed his shaft with both hands and continued to lick and slide with my mouth.

He hissed in ecstasy. “Oh, damn, that’s amazing…”

I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. I had seen porn, and had some basic ideas about how this worked. What I hadn’t expected was how much it was turning me on. I felt the muscles in my core shaking with need, like there was a direct connection between these lips and those. I slid my head forward as far as I could go, until he touched the back of my throat. Red alert! I pulled back abruptly.

I’d heard about gag reflexes, and those fabled women who had none. I did.
 

I could work around it.

I continued to lick and stroke with mouth and hands. I moved my left hand down and cupped his balls and massaged them with my fingers. I suddenly remembered seeing people working those silver meditation balls in their hands, the ones that rang when you circled them around in your fingers.

Meditation, my ass.
 

Those silver balls were for blow job practice.

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CHRISTOS

The funny thing about blow jobs was that a good number of chicks sucked at them. In a bad way. I mean, they were terrible. Like sticking my dick in a meat grinder.
 

I had no doubt an equal number of men were terrible at going down on women, but that was another topic.
 

The worst thing in the world was when a chick was going down on you, grinding the skin off your dick like a belt sander, having the time of her life, thinking she’s all that. The last thing you wanted to do was burst her bubble and tell her she sucked at sucking. I’d never done that. I’d always manned up and endured the pain. Most of the time, I could force out a wad as quickly as possible and be done with it. But on one or two rare occasions, the chick was so bad, there was no way I was going to come before my dick was ground down to a nub. I don’t even remember how I got out of that one. I think I had just shouted, “Oh shit, who’s that outside your window!” and ran out her front door when she was looking the other way. Not one of my finer moments.

Lucky for me, Samantha was easily the best I’d ever had. World class. Gold medal performance. She’d barely started and already I couldn’t tell up from down or left from right.

“Holy fuck” I said, “I have to sit down.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Samantha asked, pulling her mouth off my dick.

“Fuck no. But I’m going to pass out at the rate you’re going.”