This
past weekend I came down with something that absolutely leveled me. Usually,
I'm able to suck it up and carry on, but this time I was fairly useless for a
couple days. And yet, my dirty mind still came up with the general premise for
this story and the title. I'd intended to write and post it earlier in the
week, but then my brain decided to go MIA and I just couldn't focus on writing.
I know Mercury in retrograde is supposedly not a real thing, but it damn sure
feels like it sometimes.
I
did manage to get my website updated, which had been long overdue, so yeah for
that!
And
although I wrote my responses to it a couple weeks ago, a discussion on writing
erotica and gender appeared on Angora Shade's blog last Thursday, featuring
yours truly, Sally Bend, Delilah Night, Reed James, M.S. Tarot, and Richard Bacula.
Of
course, Angora Shade, Sally Bend, Delilah Night, and I are all contributors in
the upcoming Chemical [se]X 2: Just One
More anthology. I know we've been teasing it forever, but we finally have a
release date and we will be announcing it very soon!
Anyway,
I finally wrangled my muse into submission and wrote this filthy story,
primarily for the Kink of the Week "love bites" prompt.
Please
click on the badges below the story to read all the other offerings!
Hope
you enjoy,
Ria
;)
Website:
http://www.riarestrepo.com
Twitter:
@RiaRestrepo
Warning: contains dirty talk with name
calling and anal sex.
His Eyes Only
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.
Standing
naked in front of the bathroom sink, I looked into the mirror and noticed the
purplish mark on my shoulder. I traced it with my finger, a surge of
exhilaration renewing my previously sated desire.
I
vaguely remembered feeling a slight sting as he sucked my skin the night
before. I'd been so lost in the euphoria he created as he moved deep and hard
inside me that I didn't realize he'd left a mark. His mark.
The
thrill of seeing that physical evidence of his possession on my flesh was
surprisingly intoxicating. Even though the pleasant ache of a thorough fucking
lingered between my legs, my inner muscles tightened and I felt sure my
come-stained thighs would soon be slick with fresh cunt cream.
He
came up behind me—also naked—and met my gaze in the mirror. His eyes glanced
down at the love bite I was still fingering. When he looked back up, a
decidedly self-satisfied smile played on his lips. "Sorry, guess I got a
little out of hand there."
I
shrugged my shoulder. "I like it."
Realizing
my reaction was something far different than the annoyance he'd assumed, his
smile slipped and his gaze became more penetrating. "Do you?"
Nodding,
I took a shuddering breath. "It's fucking hot."
Molten
desire shimmering in his eyes, he moved closer, pressing his semi-hard cock
against my backside. "Tell me why."
"Because
it shows everyone I'm your naughty fuck slut."
Murmuring
his approval, he fisted my long hair and used it to tilt my head to the side,
exposing my unmarked shoulder. "Yes, all mine."
He
trailed his lips down my neck, the tantalizing rasp of his stubble along my
skin making me press my thighs together to ease the growing ache in my cunt.
It
was becoming difficult to control my rapid breathing. "I wish I knew what
you were doing last night. It would have made me come even harder."
He
looked up from where he was nibbling along my collarbone. "Is that
so."
"Knowing
you were marking me? Claiming me? Fuck yeah."
His
cock was now completely hard and nestled between my ass cheeks. "Want me to
mark you again, dirty girl?"
"Yes,"
I hissed on a long, drawn-out breath.
Baring
his teeth, he lightly scraped them over my skin. I gripped the vanity top in
anticipation, but he barely sank his teeth in before releasing me completely
and stepping back.
He
grinned at me in the mirror. "Actually, there's somewhere else I've been
dying to claim and leave my mark."
I
licked my lips. "Anywhere."
"You
sure?"
Nodding
my head eagerly, I knew he already owned every part of me. "Yes."
He
raised a challenging brow. "Bend over."
Oh!
Evil man. I knew exactly what he had in mind. He wanted my ass.
We'd
talked about it before, and I was open to the idea and curious—like I was about
most things. He'd only used one or two fingers on me before, but it was enjoyable
enough that I leaned over the vanity without hesitation.
My
arms braced on either side of the sink, I maintained eye contact in the mirror
until he looked away to leisurely take me in.
When
his gaze landed on my ass, he moved closer and fondled one cheek. "Such a
sweet ass."
Insinuating
his foot between mine, he nudged them aside. "Spread your legs for
me."
I
moved them apart, but he said, "Wider."
This
went on a couple more times until my legs were a little more than shoulder-width
apart.
He made
an appreciative noise and I knew he could see my glistening cunt lips and my
slick thighs. "Lovely."
Then
he disappeared out of my sightline as he bent down behind me. His warm breath
teasing my lower back, he took the globes of my ass in his strong hands and
manipulated them for a moment.
One
hand moved away and my heart pounded as I wondered what he'd do next.
That
question was quickly answered when he eased a finger in my messy cunt—both from
last night and this morning. Moaning, I struggled to keep still as he gently
stroked the still tender walls of my sex.
He slipped
another finger inside me, and although he kept his touch light—avoiding that
sweet spot that would quickly send me over the edge—my inner muscles were
already tightening around him, the ripples of sensation building deliciously.
Then
his mouth was on my ass cheek, sucking and softly biting my flesh. The pressure
built as he drew me harder and harder against his teeth, the slight pain mingling
and melding with the pleasure of his fingers moving in me, pushing me ever
closer.
I
was on the brink of coming all over his fingers when he withdrew them and ceased
his oral assault. Whimpering, I pushed my horny cunt back, begging him to
finish what he started.
"Not
yet, greedy girl."
His slick
fingers circling my asshole, he released my other cheek and reached into the
vanity drawer. I knew he was retrieving the lube we kept there. As I listened to
the unmistakable sounds of him opening the bottle and squirting out the slick
substance, I tried relaxing my body, even letting my head fall forward into the
sink. Was he coating his fingers? His cock?
Once
again, I soon found out when he slowly pushed a wet finger into my asshole. I
focused on staying unclenched, letting him in that most forbidden of places.
Just like before, it felt different, but good, really good.
He
moaned. "So hot, so tight, so fucking nasty."
As
another finger worked its way past that taut muscle, he sucked on my unmarred
cheek, placing his mark there too. It was all so overwhelming, the feel of his
fingers carefully preparing my asshole for his cock, the faint sting of his
teeth on my flesh, and knowing he was laying claim to me in such a primal way.
Even
without him touching my cunt or my throbbing clit, I could feel the orgasm
welling up, getting closer and closer. But yet again, he withdrew his fingers and
mouth, pulling me back from the edge.
"Fuck!"
He
chuckled, then I heard him get more lube. Before I could complain any further, the
head of his cock was nudging my asshole. I pushed back against him, desperately
craving his final possession.
Fisting
my hair, he pulled my head up. "Look at me. I want to see your face as I
take your slut asshole."
Meeting
his fiery gaze in the mirror, I watched as he reached down and pushed his cock
past my anal whorl, filling and stretching me like never before. We both
groaned at the intense sensation. It seemed he had as much trouble keeping his
eyes opened as I did.
It
was a little uncomfortable at first, but as I relaxed more and allowed him deeper
and deeper, the pleasure quickly returned. Leisurely, he moved himself in and
out, slowly building speed and I started rocking my hips back, meeting him thrust
for thrust.
Once
he'd established a steady pace, he released my hair and leaned forward,
covering me. One arm braced next to mine, he reached down with the other and
found my clit. I moaned as he circled the nub in counterpoint to his fucking
strokes.
The irresistible
waves grew and grew, flooding my body with the most decadent of pleasures. I
was so impossibly close to what I knew was going to be the mother of all orgasms.
And then he sunk his teeth into my pristine shoulder and sucked hard.
That
was it. A strangled cry tore from my throat as I shattered beneath him. Ecstasy
still rippling throughout my body, I was barely aware of him coming with a
final thrust, his cock jerking as he filled me with his warm seed.
I don't
know how long we stayed there locked together as our bodies calmed. But eventually,
he placed a lazy kiss on my shoulder, then gently lifted himself off of me and
out of me. My body didn't really want to cooperate, but somehow I managed to
push myself up from the vanity.
He smacked
my ass as he turned towards the shower. "Wear something off the shoulder
today, so everyone can see you're my wanton little slut."
Smirking,
I twisted around to see the marks he left on my backside. "Shall I wear
something assless, too? So everyone can see you own that, as well?"
He winked
at me over his shoulder. "No, that's for my eyes only."
