Page 159 of Begin Again Again

Rugby Boy didn’t say anything but he started breathing hard enough to blow a little pig’s house down, huffing and puffing as his cock swelled against his underwear until it looked fit to burst.

Kate could feel herself getting wet, her body priming itself in a way it had never done when she was with one of the other two men she’d done this with. She knew she was toying with him, but she couldn’t help herself, it was sosexy. She tugged down his briefs inch by inch and applied light, sucking kisses to his skin before gently licking everything that was exposed like an icy pole she wanted to last hours. She could sense Rugby Boy’s growing need, and it made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. At any moment he might reach a breaking point, seize her hair and growl that he was going to punish her for teasing him. Her backside tingled at the thought and she blushed, glad the darkness concealed her face.

Sexually inexperienced as she might be, Kate was and always had been kinkier than a bag of zig-zags. It felt like she’d been born that way, craving things she didn’t understand way before she reached sexual maturity. The dad inTakenhad a particular set of skills, she had a particular set of fantasies. Unlike her, they weren’t polite, they weren’t nice, and they didn’t leave when they were asked. Instead, they dominated her romantic desires so fully she couldn’t have an orgasm without thinking about spanking or date a nice, vanilla bank manager called Paul. Her fantasies steered her, full-force, toward men like Tyler Henderson, near-mythical embodiments of male authority who—surprise, surprise—weren’t the slightest bit interested in having very depraved sex with her.

In her effort to rid herself of this handicap, Kate had tried celibacy, therapy, self-loathing, and prayer; it was no use. Her kinks were like that weirdly sinister kindergarten rhyme about the teddy bear picnic and the thick dark mud that deterred attendees. Her kinks chanted in her ear;‘you can’t go under it, you can’t go over it, you have to go through it.’So, she went through it. Not as proudly as she’d liked, but she went through it. She had an account on a kinky personals website, even though the only messages she ever got were from nutcases and couples looking to have a threesome. She went on dates with nice, attractive guys and when the time came for them to go to bed, she told them what she liked, even though it usually resulted in bad foreplay followed by a ghosting. She understood where they were coming from. That she wanted a man to smile with pleasure as he caused her pain was weird to her, too.

In bed with this big stranger, Kate gave herself permission to pretend. She teased Rugby Boy and imagined him growing frustrated enough to make her comply with his demands, to lay her across his lap and blister her backside. To call her the things she longed to hear. She was so lost in her fantasy that when a heavy hand descended on her head she was so startled she let out a yelp.

“Enough,” a rasping voice told her. “Suck it. Now.”

Kate had half-forgotten Rugby Boy could talk, but he had a beautiful voice all dark and deep as a marble quarry. She frowned. “What?”

“Happy to play with it, weren’t you? Well, my dick’s not a toy. You’ve wound me up good, now it’s time to finish what you started.”

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing a ridiculously defined chest, then he yanked down his briefs one-handed. His cock slapped down onto his bare stomach—thick as Thor’s hammer. “Put your mouth on it.”

Kate body thrummed with nerves. Was this really happening? Was she finally in bed with a man who could give her what she wanted? She edged forward, brushing her mouth across his shaft, testing him. Rugby Boy’s palm became a fist in her hair. “I told you we’re done playing. Wrap your hand around my dick.”

A shiver went down Kate’s spine. She immediately cupped her hand around the base of his cock. “Like this?”

“Harder. Tight as those little fingers can go.”

Kate complied, trusting she probably couldn’t hurt him without some kind of utensil in her hand.

“Very nice.” Rugby Boy’s said in a rasping tone. “Now put your lips around me, I need to come.”

She shivered. It was hard to tell if he was playing her game or just being a bit of a dick, but she decided she didn’t care. It felt real and that was all that mattered. She opened her mouth and leaned down to start sucking when Rugby Boy put a big palm in her face.

Kate paused. “You don’t want me to anymore?”

Her nameless lover lay there, breathing hard, his cock throbbing in her hand. Even in the darkness, she could see a pearly drop was welling at the tip. She bent around his hand and sucked it away. Rugby Boy hissed like a cut snake. “Fuck it.”

His rough hand cupped her cheek and urged her mouth onto his cock. Kate swallowed as much as she could. His cock felt like she had a smooth tennis ball between her teeth, one she knew would be far less forgiving of bites.

Oh, Rugby Guy’s penis, she thought, sucking hard.I’m sure you have a long and illustrious career of making women happy in front of you, but tonight, please let it be my turn.

“Deeper,” he growled. “More.”

She slicked him down with her tongue and, inhaling deeply, tried to take him deeper. He was so large she was practically unhinging her jaw. Her digestive system, no doubt confused by her attempt to swallow an entire leg of ham, was producing an unworldly amount of saliva. Spit began to run through her fingers, smelling and tasting of toothpaste and raspberry lemonade.

“That’s it, that’s good.” Rugby Boy sounded tense, almost pissed off, and his hand was still tight in her hair.

Her mind, as it sometimes did in these moments, wandered to Tyler Henderson. She didn’t know if any real dominant tendencies lay behind his commanding façade, but the idea that they mightdid stuff to her. Whenever she was struggling to finish herself, she slotted him into her fantasies and she was there within seconds. Unable to help herself, she did it now.

“You horny little slut,”she imagined him saying as he thrust into her throat.“You like staring at me? Imagining me fucking your needy little body? This is what you deserve.”

Kate moaned, the razor blade of wrongness grating oh-so-pleasurably against the whetstone of her arousal. She felt kind of bad for pretending Rugby Boy was someone else, but who was to say he wasn’t picturing the Hadid sisters or Ansel Elgort or something? She began moving her mouth and hands even faster, needing him to finish, needing to be a good girl.

Rugby Boy’s fist tightened in her hair. “You like suckin’ dick, huh?”

Kate confirmed her liking-ness with a moan.

“Tell me you like it. Say my name.”

Uh oh.

Kate sucked deeper, hoping to override the question with sheer blowjob excellence, but Rugby Boy pulled on her hair so that she released him with a ‘pop.’ “Is something wrong?” she asked.

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