Little Fire

Book One- Little Fire

Book Two- Fire and Feir

I’ve always been pretty empathic. Able to read a room or read a mood. That’s why despite not knowing his name, or a word said to me- I knew in this moment somehow that I could have, him.

His mouth trailed down my neck as his fingers fumbled with his belt. I didn’t know his name- and I didn’t really care at the moment. I came to this party to dance, enjoy life a little maybe even sneak some booze before I had to stuff myself back in the cage for a few more months before college. Go back to saying yes ma’am, no sir, and pray at least five times a day to a god I didn’t believe in.

Today was my birthday and the last thing I wanted to do now that I was eighteen was be stuck inside a convent. No, I wanted to lose my virginity. It was the most spontaneous least dangerous thing I could think of in this moment. At least for right now. Just one small gasp of air.

The party wasn’t great. My “friends” had ditched me originally, and the couch I had sat on smelled like pot and cat piss. The music was the worst part, it was someone screaming “Let it bleed” while describing his emotional pain. Because that’s totally not a mood killer. Whoever the DJ was- clearly was having a bad night or couldn’t read a room.

That’s when I saw him look at me from across the room, which sounds like a cliche. His heated need as he kept glancing at me as if too shy to say anything. Somehow though, I knew what he wanted. I wanted the same thing.

And now?

I moaned as I felt him press his hot hard length between my thighs, the thin lace material of my panties was the only thing separating my aching flesh from his hungry pulsing member as his teeth grazed my nipple.

Oh yes. This I liked.

He guided my hands above my head, pulling my shirt up by his teeth before dragging the rest with his hand, his mouth descending on mine. He rolled his hips against mine again as his tongue entangled with mine, his hand fisting in my hair as my nails clawed down his back- he had been quick to undress and lay on top of me entirely naked. All I wanted to do was feel more of him against me.

I whimpered with need as his mouth trailed down my neck pulling back my hair softly, his other hand-

-ah.

My eyes flew open as I trembled at his touch coming back to the now, his middle finger running over my clitoris making my hips jump in response and another sound pulled from my lips making him smile against my skin as his teeth pulled my bra down to capture my nipple between his lips.

God had I known it would be like this... maybe I would have done this so much sooner.

While the last two years of my life I had been given more freedoms, they were minor. Able to leave the convent since high school, there had always been time restrictions that only expanded to after-school activities. We were absolutely unable to hang out with anyone outside of the walls of the church, let alone go to a party.

Unlike a few of my peers, I stayed out of trouble, and my junior year meant I was free to take the bus and get a job as well since I had minded. More freedom meant more responsibility. It was also that age were no one wanted to adopt you so the fact that I was respectful visibly made the nuns trust me.

My new freedom was something I took advantage of often. If shifts were canceled no one called them- and while we had curfews based on work hours tonight was one of those rare occasions, I was going to break it. Sister Agnes probably already knew I would be dipping out, but she also knew the few times I had ever broken curfew I came back so she didn’t scold me as much as some of the others. I knew it was because she was looking out for everyone, she had a good heart, and the pure fact I came back smelling like popcorn vs alcohol. I liked the theater.

Many orphans try to bum it on the streets and then bad things happen to them. Agnes loves anyone that steps foot into her care even if she didn’t always show it, so I didn't see a reason not to be respectful. The last thing she wants to do is pray for a lost soul she attempted to raise, which she’s had to do more than once.

“You’re so wet already.” He panted as he released my hair and ran his nails down the side of my body, my thoughts solely focused on him once more instead of the lingering guilt of staying out late.

I shivered as gooseflesh appeared all over my body from the sensation. “I-is that good?” I asked panting as I squirmed beneath him. He was rubbing me slowly, pressing into me in a way that made me slowly burn inside, an ache forming that I didn’t understand inside my gut and between my thighs. My panties were likely ruined for the evening.

“Oh it’s marvelous sweetling.” He purred around my nipple moments before his teeth bit down softly. His hand released my bra and his other hand shifted pushing a finger into my body. I felt myself stretching in a way that wasn’t unpleasant. If anything it made me want more- and when he began to shift it in and out I cried out throwing back my head and clenching the sheets.

“Yes that’s it. Feel it.” He whispered as another finger slipped in, his thumb still rubbing slowly building me up higher and higher, my toes curling as I attempted to grip the bed. Desperately trying to thrust against his hand harder by bracing myself to no avail- but he was pressing into me in a certain way and with just enough pressure that I wasn’t entirely frustrated. It was instead building a sensation inside me I didn’t quite understand.

“Please.” I begged though I didn’t know what I was asking for.

“Yes.” He whispered moving up to capture my lips once more, his fingers twisting my nipple as he moved his thumb a bit more directly onto my clitoris in a faster motion.

I cried out into his mouth as I felt my body move and ripple over and over. I jerked my lips away to breathe, gasping for air as I continued to shudder his teeth descending to bite down onto my shoulder slightly sharp before he released me to pull my panties off. My legs were loose as I felt my blood pound, my pulse in my fingertips and in my face as my whole body vibrated with pleasure. I hadn’t even been able to make much more than a strangled whimper as I had cum, and he had watched it all with a satisfied chuckle.

My first orgasm from someone else. It had been amazing- and he had watched every moment of it with pleasure. “Are you ready sweetling?” He purred.

What?

My eyes went wide as I felt the hard pulsing tip against my entrance, my soaking wet folds making it slide with ease as the soft head pushed inside me. A sudden ripple of what I could only describe as searing desire went up my spine and my body reacted of its own accord- my hands embracing him under his arms to grab onto his shoulders. He gazed down at me, his eyes a pure blue, his hair a similar orange to my own. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured moving very slowly, pressing farther and farther.

I smiled shyly rocking my hips up slightly to meet his eagerly before I bit my lip looking up at him trying not to wince- cheeks flaming. He paused- my gaze asking silently for him to continue with a small whimper building in my throat.

He smiled as his hips rocked a little grinding the tip of him just barely into me, in and out, in and out as his fingers framed my face. My lips parted into the shape of an o as my eyes drooped and grew hazy with need. The fat hard head of his cock dipping into me over and over again making wet noises fill the room, my nails digging into him as I attempted to move my hips and push him in deeper.

“Please!” I begged again desperate for something I didn’t comprehend.

“Yes dearest.” He whispered pressing his forehead against mine before plunging home. I cried out my back arching up and my head thrown back slightly, one of his hands coming back to support my ass up to keep us in place. This time it felt perfect.

I felt him pulsing even as my body relaxed against the bed, my hips wanting to move with need grinding as he held me firmly to him pulsing deeply into me. I felt so full and so hot. This desire to move fueled but I was pinned beneath him. “M-more.” I pleaded whimpering trying to move my hips but his hand held me in place as he pulsed within me.

“Always. Kiss me.” He growled moving his lips to meet mine. As his lips met mine his hips began to pump in a slow grind in and out, barely moving out of me as his pelvis moved against my already sensitive clitoris.

My toes curled as I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, my hands moving to the back of his neck, my nails digging in slightly at the bottom of his scalp. Oh god. I was going to. How?

My head spun as my body began to grasp onto his tightly on the edge making him growl happily into my mouth. I whimpered in response, his tongue snaking out to silence me as he continued holding me on the edge, controlling my movements with his hand no matter how hard I tried to move back. Then, finally- he moved just a bit faster, and the dam broke.

I cried out like I never had before this time, my body now coming around his hard thick member. The feeling was almost uncomfortable, yet also brought me to a new height I didn’t think existed. This time he let go of the kiss to lift my legs onto his shoulders now pounding into me over and over as I continued to cum nearly screaming between breaths as his member began to swell deep into me. It was almost painful as he pushed into me over and over growing slightly harder, my body convulsing around him over and over.

He gasped his arms descending on either side of my shoulders as he plunged into me firmly making my hips lift in reflex. I felt a warm splash of liquid enter me from within making my jaw drop slightly. His teeth tugged on my ear sending shivers down my spine.

It felt... I was beyond words as stars washed over my vision for a few moments.

But-

He groaned again kissing the top of my head as he pulled back and thrust again, and again, and again each time more of his cum pumping into me as the world shook. My body clinging to his and sending waves of pleasure through my finger tips. My body took it eagerly as I came around him shuddering a few more times as another small wave of ecstasy over came me.

I was in bliss. Beyond what I thought I ever could be. What it could have been.

But I hadn’t exactly thought the consequences through.

Oh well. That was tomorrow’s problem.

Was the last worry I had as he pulled out of me and gathered me close to his chest. I laid my head on his arm facing into him- breathing in his scent as I drifted off to sleep. The last vague memory I had was of him pulling up some covers.