During my first year of college I was dating one of my friend's brother for about 8, almost 9 months. (Now she doesn't know this, so don't tell her.) Anyway, this guy was hot. When I say hot I mean 'damn it almost burns when I touch him!' hot. He was my complete opposite. Where I was 5'2", 120 pounds, he was 6'4" and 185 pounds of pure, tanned muscle. I have black hair, brown eyes. He had blonde hair, blue eyes. A chiseled jaw and sharp nose completed the picture. But, damn, his lips were what stood out. They were full and had a slight pink tint due to the fact that he was always gnawing on them.
But, of course, beauty can only be skin deep.
Complimenting his amazing features was an attitude of a prissy little bitch who had a bad case of mangina.
You see, in his head he was God's Gift To Women. At first I was completely turned off by this, but one night when he stumbled to my dorm room drunk in search of his sister to drive him home (and she didn't even live on campus, mind you), he ended up fucking me. Beautifully. I guess I can tell you how it all went down.
I was laying in bed, naked, reading a book, skin and hair still damp from my shower. My roommate was visiting family back in Cali, so I had the ridiculously small room to myself. My book was just getting to the good part when a sudden rapid series of knocks were issued onto the door, causing me to release an embarrassing yelp. I collected my wits and grabbed my shower robe that covered me from wrist to ankle and cautiously stepped towards the door.
"Who is it?"
I demanded, half expecting to hear, "what's your favorite scary movie?" in return.
"Open the door! I need to see, uh, I need to, uh...Dammit! What's my sister's name again?"
"Stevie."
I replied dryly. I immediately figured out who it was. Fucking prick; I was tired of this bullshit. He was always drunk every Friday night. Hell, at least he was consistent. But why did he have to come here?
"Stevie! That's it! See, that's why I like you V, you're so smart."
He happily slurred. I rolled my eyes, laughing under my breath. I opened the door and was almost completely flattened to the floor if he hadn't caught himself on the door jam.
"Shit, Jason, how much did you have to drink?"
His answer was to breathe heavily in my face and laugh hysterically when I gagged.
"That much. Now where's Stevie? I need to go home."
"Stevie doesn't live on campus. You know that."
"Well, how am I supposed to get home?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
He stared at me for while as if he were waiting for something. Hell, I wasn't taking his ass home, I had to leave for dance class at 4:30 in the morning.
"Well....can I....."
"What!? Spit it out J, I'm fucking tired!"
"Can I stay here?"
I huffed my breath. I was two seconds away from having a temper tantrum and slamming the door in his face. But my mama raised a good girl, well almost a good girl, and definitely would not approve.
"I guess you can--Hey!"
He had pushed past me and proceeded to toss my book on the floor and flop onto my bed, causing the bedsprings to creak loudly underneath his heavy weight.
I closed and locked the door before running over and punching him in the thigh as hard I could, which didn't seem to have any effect.
"Be careful! You're going to break my bed!"
He chuckled at this and looked at me with heavy eyes before stating,
"Violet, Violet such a riot. The only way I could break your bed, darling, is if I were to fuck you into it."
I gasped at his brash words.
"Don't talk to me like that!"
"Or what?"
"Or else I'll kick your ass."
I was dead serious. But judging from the fact that he once again broke into hysterical laughter, he didn't think so. He surprised me by jumping up and getting completely into my personal space bubble, craning his neck down to get a good look at my face. Not letting him intimidate me, I strained my own neck backwards and met his stare dead on. He licked his lips before saying,
"And why, little Violet, would you be looking at my ass?"
"Because you smell like shit and I was wondering where the stench was coming from."
His lips twitched as he fought the urge to smile.
"Well you smell like vanilla, so there."
I rolled my eyes.
"Ooh I'm so hurt. Honestly J, how do you come up with this stuff?"
"Well you didn't let me finish."
And he proceeded to lift me up by my armpits and shove his nose into my neck, breathing in deeply. I was completely frozen, shocked, my breath was caught in my throat. He moaned and nuzzled my neck, making me tip my head back.
"I'm also detecting notes of jasmine."
"Jason," I said weakly," stop."
"Ummm, no. I need to do a further investigation."
He then lowered me to the floor, making sure to run my body along the length of his. Still in a shocked daze, I barely realized he had untied my robe and pushed it past my shoulders, leaving me completely naked. He hissed in a sharp breath.
"God you're beautiful."
His hot gaze caused my nipples to harden in response. Dancing had its perks and I knew I looked damn good. Even though I was ridiculously short, my body was mostly firm, toned legs. I had a flat tummy, except for a slight feminine curve that would never go away, regardless of how much exercise and starvation I endured. I had large D cup breasts that sat high on my chest with very little sag, and were beautifully capped with gumdrop sized rose nipples. And freckles adorned and complimented my olive tone complexion. I mentally patted myself on the back for deciding to shave earlier. He continued to look me up and down before gluing his eyes to my hairless vagina. He reached down and shifted his erection in his jeans before saying,
"I will get to that in one second but first, these."
He dove face first into my breasts, bending over and lifting both my nipples to his greedy mouth. I gasped at his roughness, moaning when he massaged my supple flesh. I gripped his head hard and pulled him into my breasts, needing and wanting more. It was getting great when he stopped.
"This is really killing my back. Here, let's try this."
He lifted me by my full bottom and urged me to wrap my legs around his upper waist. I did, and in this position my breasts were level with his chin so he lifted me a tad bit higher.
"There. Perfect."
He happily declared and continued his assault on my nipples. Each lick, nip, flick, suckle, and tongue lash caused me to gasp and grind against him. It seemed to tickle him that I was reacting this way and he doubled his efforts, sucking half my breasts into his mouth before having the nipples. He attacked them until my breasts were bright red, covered in saliva, and I was a quivering mess eagerly humping his jean clad erection.
He lowered me gently onto my bed, and looked me up and down silently, making me feel self conscious for the first time.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just like seeing you like this."
"Like what?"
"Vulnerable."
He stated simply. I felt myself blush and he smiled a sheepish smile.
"I love your freckles."
I blushed harder,"Can you get naked now too?"
He gave an exasperated sigh before answering.
"Yeah, I guess."
He then proceeded to strip at record speed. My eyes were hungrily staring at his muscular chest when his cock came into view. God, what a cock. It literally made my mouth water looking at his magnificent dick. The tip was a purplish red and he had veins running down what had to be his eight inch length. His balls looked heavy, yet were tightly pulled up against his body and he was deliciously completely shaved. His cock was twitching and bobbing in the air under my hungry gaze. He chuckled, causing his cock to shake even more.
"You like?"
I ignored his comment and crawled to the edge of the bed on my belly.
"Come here."
He seemed too eager and took one step too many, causing his cock to bang into my nose, leaving an invisible smear of moisture there.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry..."
I roughly grabbed onto his cock to 'punish' him for his actions, causing him to moan in return. Wait a second...did he like having his cock handled roughly? I smiled a devious grin before spitting directly onto his tip. I worked the saliva in, getting him nice and slick. I looked up at him as I started to rub his dick all over my face and neck, letting my tongue lag out of my mouth as I passed his cock over it, never losing eye contact.
"Fuck that's hot."
"You like this?"
"Yes."
"You want more?"
"Fuck yes. Suck me."
I complied, but not before I semi gently bit the tip of his dick. He jolted forward hard, causing his cock to slip in my mouth and hit the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes water. I wasn't expecting that reaction.
"Do it again. More." He panted heavily.
I bit his cock again several times, only this time harder before licking the nips, hoping to make his cockhead numb with pleasure. Apparently it was working because when I looked up again his head was slightly tilted backwards and he was slowly starting to pump his hips. I smiled smugly and took as much of him into my throat as possible. Since he was so thick I could only fit in six inches without it feeling like my jaw was going to split open. But he seemed more than happy as he gripped my head with both hands and proceeded to fuck my mouth with malice. He was moaning wildly and because of his savage strength, all I could do was look up at him as he used my mouth to jack off his cock. Tears were streaming down my face and I felt his balls slapping my chin repeatedly.