Beginnings: Got A Hold On Me Prequel

24 September 2010

Ezekiel

I can’t stop thinking about her.  Every time I close my eyes or go to sleep or wake up she’s fucking there.  I smell her peach body wash every time I pass the bathroom and get an immediate hard on.  I sit down to watch tv and remember the way she moved against me and get a hard on.  I go out to work on my Trans Am and remember her as the sexiest paradox and get a fucking hard on.  This girl fucking broke me and now I have no idea what to do.

I’ve never had a problem like this.  Either the girl wants me back and we have sex or she doesn’t want me and I find someone else to have sex with.  I’ve never been so fixated on one girl.

I sit in my car and envision her last Sunday.  Ripped overalls with the straps unsnapped and hanging at her sides.  A child’s outfit made sexy by the glimpses of her pale skin and the practically see through white t-shirt covered in grease stains.  Her hair pulled out of her face in lopsided pigtails that I desperately wanted to pull.  The open desire in her green eyes behind her pretend pout.  I so badly wanted to let her strip me and fuck her against her Jeep, but I couldn’t.  And I can’t.  I can never allow myself to be weak with her again, which really means I can’t allow myself to be around her again.

I avoid her all week and decide that’s just going to be my life.  Avoid her forever.

On Wednesday, my class is cancelled so I go home for lunch before heading to work.  No one else is home and I enjoy these quiet moments to myself.  A lightbulb flickers in the living room, so I go to the closet where I store houseware items.  It just happens to be across from the spare room.  The room Amelia has claimed for her own.  The room that smells like peaches and hot fuck.

I can’t stop myself from pushing the door open or the accompanying moan when I get a strong hit of her scent.  I’m immediately hard.  I need to turn around and pretend this girl doesn’t exist.  I need to do the exact opposite of what I actually do, which is walk in farther and sit on her haphazardly made bed.  

I pull her pillow to my face and take in a deep breath.  Another moan, my cock twitches.  How can just her scent drive me so crazy?

I don’t even recall undoing my pants or shoving them down or fisting my cock, but I am.  I squeeze my balls with one hand and slowly stroke my length with the other, all while breathing in Amelia.  I tighten my grip at the head of my cock and twist.  

Stroke, squeeze, twist, pull.  I can envision how beautiful she’d look on her knees begging for a taste.  Stroke, squeeze, twist, pull.  The way her breasts would bounce. Stroke, squeeze, twist, pull.  The way she’d scream my name.  Stroke, squeeze, twist, pull.  The way I’d come all over her and she’d lap it up.  

I look at my now ruined shirt and pants covered in cum.  I’m fucking sick.

I change as quickly as I can and leave the house without changing the damn lightbulb.

By Friday night I’m fucking tense as hell.  Another intern at work, Robert, invites me to go to Level10 with him.  I agree because I need some kind of release and I can’t imagine going back to that house and being alone with Amelia because Dylan has another date.  Fucking Dylan.

I don’t even go home, too scared to possibly run into Amelia.  I take off my tie and roll up the sleeves of my black dress shirt.  It’ll do.  I wait in my car until Robert texts me that he’s arrived.  We walk in together and get a table in a corner.  I immediately order a pop and down it, then I order another.

I take my time with the second pop, nursing it for over an hour.  It’s warm and the bubbles are gone, but I barely notice how unappealing it is.  I let my eyes wander around the club, taking in each woman.  I take my time, figuring out who I want to take home.  Because, fuck, I need to take someone home. 

Then I see her.  Beautiful curves shown off by a tight black dress and heels that make her legs look insanely long.  Just as I start to get up to talk to her, I see her beautiful face and I want to die.  Amelia.  I came here to escape her but she’s here looking more fuckable than ever.  She’s only 17, how the fuck is she here, anyway?  

I slink back to my table and have another drink, while I try to ignore Amelia and her friend.  My gaze finds her again, like always, and there’s some kid clumsily pawing her succulent curves and I see red.  Rage, possessiveness, protectiveness, and arousal flood my veins.  This kid has some nerve touching what’s mine.  The strength to stay where I stand instead of kill him makes my muscles burn.  

What angers me most is that Amelia doesn’t seem to mind at all.  She swishes her hips seductively and laces her fingers with this kid.  

My resolve crumbles to nothing.  I clench my teeth so hard I briefly worry about cracking them, but my need to get her away from this man child overrides everything.  I stomp over to them like the neanderthal I apparently am and wretch Amelia from his fumbling hands.  Her eyes widen in fear before settling on me.  Fear quickly fades to arousal.

“Hey!”  The boy grasps for Amelia’s hand, but she’s already got both of her hands on me.  

I smile, smugly.  “She’s mine.”  I have no claim to her, she isn’t mine, but I know she won’t argue.

“I don’t see a name tag.”  Oh, he wants to play?  He’s going to lose.

I spin Amelia around so fast a squeak of surprise passes her lips.  I wrap one arm possessively around her waist and pull her back into me.  Her ass perfectly cradles my cock.  With my other hand, I grasp a handful of hair and expose her neck to me.  My teeth graze the delicate arch of her neck before sucking hard enough for a mark to form.

Amelia’s head falls against my shoulder, her eyes are closed, her lips parted just enough for me to hear her sweet moans.  I never take my eyes off this kid as I mark Amelia as mine.  He flips me off, but disappears into the crowd.  I place a soft peck on my artwork and pull away just so I can talk to Amelia, her hand grips mine to keep me near her.  

I know I’ve lost this battle.  I can’t fight anymore.  This need to have her is overwhelming and I’ve lost the will to fight against this temptation.  I’m not above admitting defeat.  Maybe once we have sex, she’ll be out of my system and life can return to normal. Tomorrow’s another day, but tonight she’s mine.  

I hold her tighter to alleviate her fears.  She pushes her perfect ass into me as a reward for staying.  I growl playfully in her ear.  “Did you come with Ariana?”

Amelia turns her head to look at me and she looks as drunk as I feel.  I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it back to my house before burying myself inside her.  “Her name is Ariadne.”

I nip at her shoulder and shake my head.  “I’m never going to remember that.”

“Aria or Ari is ok, too.”  Her body quivers in my arms.  

I need to get her out of here.  I grip her hips in both hands.  We aren’t even dancing, we’re just standing here finding friction wherever we can.  “I really don’t care,” I pant.  “Tell her you’re leaving.”

Amelia steps away from me and I’m suddenly freezing without her body heat, but I wait where she left me instead of chasing after her like the lost puppy I feel I’m turning into.  After what feels like forever, Amelia is back and I drag her out of this fucking club as fast as I can.  We get in my car, but before I put the keys in the ignition, I grip the steering wheel and lean my head against it.  I need a few deep breaths before I drive anywhere.  

Amelia’s heavy breathing brings my attention to her.  Her eyes are closed, one hand is softly stroking her cleavage, the other pulled her dress up and is grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.  Fuck, I’m not going to make it home, but I need her in my bed.  I groan in my misery and indecision before I pull her to me.  Maybe just a hit will get me home.

I capture her mouth with mine and pull her hand away from her thigh.  “Please, stop,” I beg.   If I am going to get home without killing us, I need her to keep her hands off any and all body parts.  She nods and sinks her teeth into my bottom lip.  I pull away to catch my breath and look into her glazed eyes.  “Are you drunk?”  She’s acting drunk, but shakes her head.  “Are you high?”  She looks high as fuck, but she shakes her head to that question, too.

“It’s you.”  Her voice is husky and filled with intention.  She tries to crawl into my lap and fuck if I don’t want that, but I need her home.  I start my car, still not completely confident in my driving abilities, tell her to buckle up, and start our drive home.  

I don’t remember the drive at all, but we’re here, kissing against my car.  I consider taking her here, but I really need her in my bed.  I don’t know why I so badly want her in my bed, but I do and I can’t stop picturing it.

It briefly occurs to me that I don’t know what Dylan planned for tonight and I may be walking into a minefield.  Once we get inside the house, I call out for Dylan, but no one answers. I say a quick prayer of thanks for his absence and continue walking us to my room.

Amelia tries to undo my belt and gets frustrated when she can’t get it.  I gently sit her on my bed and go to the bathroom to grab my condoms.  

I feel like a tool, but I need to ask.  “Is this your first time?”  

Amelia shakes her head and I momentarily want to kill anyone that’s ever touched her.  It isn’t fair to want to be her first when I’m no where near that myself and this is a one time thing, but jealousy doesn’t make sense.

She points to the box of condoms.  “I’m on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone in months,” she assures me.  She tugs on my shirt and bites her lip.   “I just want to feel you.”

I throw the box somewhere in the general direction of the bathroom.  I’ve never not used a condom, except in the very beginning, but that wasn’t by choice.  I know I’m clean and the thought of feeling every inch of her makes me go cross eyed.  

I unbutton my shirt as she watches each move I make intently.  She lifts her feet onto my mattress and spreads her legs in response.  

I died.  That’s the only explanation for this incredible creature in my room.

I motion for her to stand up so I can take her dress off.  She isn’t wearing a bra and I’m fucking grateful because I don’t think I have the brain capacity to undo one.

Amelia’s body makes me want to cry.  She’s perfect.  She’s everything I ever dreamed about and everything I hadn’t considered I wanted. Her auburn hair cascades over her shoulders, her breasts are perfect with large, pink nipples that I can’t wait to taste, her tummy and hips are soft and I want to kiss every inch of her.  Without me telling her to, she pushes down her black, lacy panties.  I always thought I liked completely bare women, but Amelia has a small, groomed patch of auburn hair and I’ve never seen anything so sexy.

I move to my knees in front of her and she sits on the bed.  She won’t make eye contact with me, the only sign of nerves she’s had all night.  

“Relax,” I say as I run my hands up her smooth legs.She lays back against my pillows and lets me spread her legs.  I rest my head against her pelvic bone and breathe her in.  I grip her thighs much harder than I intend to.  She smells so good, I need to ground myself to something before I’m completely lost.

I use one finger to feel her and nearly combust.  She’s hot and soaking for me.  I suck her juices off my finger and teasingly swirl my tongue around her clit.  She bucks her hips and moans loudly.  Her hands are in my hair and she pulls me into her, not even a little hesitant in what she wants; so I feast on her.  I’m not sure I’ll ever stop.  

Amelia moans incoherently while her body shakes under my touch.  I savor the taste of her on my mouth while I lay down next to her and play with her hair.  She turns to me, her eyes still glassy, and kisses me.  

I gently tease one nipple while I suck on the other, then switch attention.  She sighs but pushes me away.  That can’t be all she wants, I need more of her.  

She takes her turn at kneeling and I’m a little surprised because I’ve had to ask most girls for this kind of attention.  When she frees my cock her eyes go wide and her lips form this perfect ‘oh’.

I chuckle as I stroke my cock.  She watches each movement.  “Think you can take it all, baby,” I taunt.

Amelia looks at me, her eyes full of challenge.  She grabs my cock and it’s like a jolt to my nervous system.  She keeps eye contact as she slowly, inch by agonizing inch, takes me in her mouth.  She’s determined, I see it in her eyes, but no one has ever taken all of me and I doubt she’ll be any different.  

She breathes in through her nose and makes herself relax. Then her bottom lip is touching my balls and her throat constricts and it’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.  She pulls back and ever so gently grazes her teeth along the underside of my cock and I can’t fucking see straight to save my life.  I don’t allow myself to consider where she’s learned these skills, I just enjoy them. 

I hold her hair back from her face because I need to see how beautiful she looks with my cock in her mouth and I’m not disappointed.  I touch the corner of her mouth with my thumb and tell her so.  She looks pleased with herself as she swallows me again and I allow myself to feel all these intense feelings.  

“Baby, I’m going to come.”  I gently tug her hair to get her to stop.  I have to come inside her.  She growls in irritation and renews her efforts, the vibration sends shockwaves through my body.  I need to hold off.  I clench my eyes shut to concentrate on not coming but her mouth feels so fucking good and I can still taste her on my tongue and she’s working so hard to get me to come.  

Amelia digs her nails into my thigh so I open my eyes to look at her and she sighs and I’m fucking done.  I hold her head while I come and it’s like I can’t stop.  Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure pours over me.

I find myself on my bed but I have no idea how I got here.  I watch as Amelia crawls up next to me and notice a drop of cum on her chin.  I wipe it off her chin and go to wipe it on my blanket, but instead she greedily laps it off my thumb.  I can barely move, but I cup her cheek.  “So sexy.”  She smiles and curls up into my side.  “You don’t think I’m done with you, do you?”

Amelia sits up, a small, fucking adorable pout on her swollen lips.  “Well, kind of.”

I sit up even though all my muscles feel like jello and pull her legs from under her.  She falls onto my bed, her hair splayed all over my pillows.  “Wrong.  I need to fuck you.”

Her eyes go wide and she digs her teeth into her bottom lip just as I crash my mouth to hers.  It doesn’t take me long to recuperate, mostly because I think this girl is some kind of witch.

After I make sure to fully explore every inch of her body with my mouth, I line myself up and push inside.  No one has ever felt this good, no one’s body took me in like hers.  Being inside her is like that feeling of coming home after being gone for far too long.  All the excitement, joy, anxiety, and peace culminates in that one moment.

She pulls her knees up so I can go deeper and my eyes roll back.  So fucking good.  I can’t concentrate on not hurting her and kissing her, but our mouths touch and we share every breath we take.  I focus on going slow to make sure she feels as good as I do.  

“Don’t hold back,” she whispers as she buries her fingers in my hair.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”  I press my forehead to her shoulder.  I so badly want to let myself go.

“You won’t.”  She nips at the hand by her cheek.  “Please.”  One word is all it takes for me to give her what she wants and I’m rewarded with a moan of relief.  “More.”  Her soft whimpers encourage me to let go.

I grunt, only mildly concerned I’ll hurt her now, and straighten my back.  If she wants more then I need more leverage.  I grab her hips, push her into the bed, and give her what she asked for.  Her eyes widen and I hear her breath catch in her throat, it takes her a couple seconds to get it back.  

“Oh, fuck.”  She looks between us and watches as I pound into her willing body.  “Fuck my cunt harder.”  I completely let go like I never have before.  “Yes, I love your cock.”  Every filthy word ever spoken falls from her perfect lips and somehow I think she’s even sexier.  

Amelia’s back arches, her nails dig into my forearms, her legs both pull closer to her chest and tighten around me.  She holds her breath in a silent scream of pleasure while her body convulses under me.  Her pussy pulses around me, begging for my own orgasm and I allow myself to come inside her.  

I manage to keep my weight off her while catching my breath.  She whimpers as I pull out and I feel the immediate loss too.  I pull my comforter over us, she sighs and tries to say something but I can’t make it out.  I pull her close to me and shush her as I fall asleep

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