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Thunderous

He was timid toward me at first, thinking of troubles past, or maybe afraid to take another step into anyone’s arms.

I’d call it wary, but it was more like dipping your toe repeatedly in the water to make sure it hadn’t changed temperature, and not at all like he was worried of anything I’d do.

I could never blame him. Trust was hard a thing to come by in our business.

And so I gave him the smiles of a loyal friend, and showered him with kind words he had never had the pleasure of hearing, drawing out the ancient sounds in his name which he’d later call a melody.

Joaquin. “Key” because he just had a way with doors.

I passed the time shooting the shit with him and his crew, and wiping down surfaces out of nervous habit when alone. I was simply La Maria, and it was fine by me. I cleaned and did my share of the rest of the chores, and no one paid me any mind unless they wanted their appendage gone. The hell if I let them touch me.

But it was more difficult than I realized, this holding back business. To actually want to touch someone else and not be able to do so. But if everyone else could do it, so could I.

I’d run to the store, to the park, trying to get away from my thoughts, only to find myself staring at whatever door was ours for the time. Every time I saw him, my hands tried to wander away from me. And every time they were halfway to sample of his textures, I’d draw them back, scolding myself for feeling anything at all.

I was a nobody. A captured stranger in this land, to boot, assigned to his side for fear I’d escape anyone else. Someone expendable, but useful alive.

He had implied no better, though he’d been adopted, and it was easy company from then on.

I’d rather have that, than nothing all over again.

A cool touch of fingers on my shoulder brought me back to the penthouse pool. He quickly removed them, but the imprints remained in my mind.

“Questions…?” The tilt in his head was barely there, but his eyes were concerned.

I had stared off again, a growing habit. He decided to push his luck with this suite, seeing as how we helped switch over its ownership, and I just felt so free to stare into the stars up here.

“Just thinking,” I shrugged it off.

Ripple waves bounced my cover breasts up and down as I kicked off into a backstroke.

He quickly looked away, trying to out-swim me.

Pfft. Amateur.

We circled the area like we were possessed, passing each other up until his back protested. A couple mistakes had been made, but hey, he was alive.

I circled back as he groaned at the stars, pushing him towards the edge. Once he was able to sit, I helped loosen his back.

The whole time, I felt my face burn. I didn’t touch people.

But my hands had gone to do what I’d do for my own legs sometimes, and every push of muscle had me almost closing my eyes as my hard nipples sent painful prickles across my skin.

What had I done to myself now?

But he didn’t complain, in fact he helped me by quietly stretching it out. I bit my lip and focused on breathing.

By the time he could stretch on his own, I had made up some excuse about grabbing the ointment, and fled indoors.

I rubbed my nipples though my wet swimsuit to try to stop the pain, and was almost to a point where I could stop, when I heard the door slide open.

I whirled around without thinking, all guilty and shit.

His eyes went to my hands, then my face which I’m sure was all kinds of red, but he’d walked in, and I didn’t stop, only slowed down. I bit my lip again, unsure if I could rub this one away.

“Um…” he started, lowering the towel for his hair when I made circles around them. Water dripped down between them.

“You’re rubbing your tits now… For me? Or… Are you cold?”

Great idea! “Both…?”

He took in a breath, nodding decisively before eating up the distance between us. “I can help with that.”

It was one thing to know he’d go through with his word, and an entirely different feeling to actually see him stalking up. I could hardly breathe, just so I wouldn’t do something to fuck it up.

He draped the towel over my still-dripping hair and I reflexively moved to squeeze dry.

An involuntary sound broke out of my mouth as his palms finally swept down to rub my chest, and I leaned into it, eyes closing with a more conscious hum.

Then he covered one nub with his hot mouth through the material and my eyes popped open. My insides jerked with a soft gasp from my lips.

My hands slicked his hair out of his face as he teased my sensitive numbs back and forth over the bikini with soft little hums of enjoyment. Like he’d been waiting to do it, but didn’t want me to know.

The towel tumbled to my feet when he pushed aside the barrier between our skins. Framing my goosebumped weights of flesh with a sliding finger on each side. Enjoying the reveal.

Then he lowered his head.

My sex fluttered with each swipe of his tongue, first one then the other, then he rolled my breasts so he could tease them both, and I could only take so much lip and tooth and tongue before I yanked his mouth up to mine.

“Key… I want you...” I whispered between kisses.

He crowded me backward onto the bamboo couch, and I fell on my butt, breaking the kiss, hyper aware of the considerable bulge before me.

I reached for it but he leaned down, cupping my jaw to distract me agin with his mouth. My unsure hands pressed into the couch.

Then his lips trailed lingering kisses on my neck and it made me shiver because his hands were helping my eager legs apart. Then sliding up between.

I answered his mouth with mine as his thumbs slid under the wet cloth and massaged my other lips, gasping helplessly. My hands slid up his arms as I made out with him, to pull his mouth harder against mine.

He groaned, dipping his fingers into my very obviously aroused slit. My hips bucked at the little shocks of pleasure.

“I was going to go slow,” he whispered, suddenly focusing his piercing gaze on mine.

“What-?” I must have looked as frustrated as I sounded, because he grinned immediately.

“Yeah, I thought so.”

We jerked the clothes out the way and he took his beautiful dick in one hand, pushing at my entrance.. My legs smoothed up his sides, itching to wrap around him. So they did.

He slicked the tip easily, slowly pushing his mushroom head in.. I made a needy sound and he immediately stopped watching me.

Probably sounded pained, I was quite desperate for him.

My eyes swept up his familiar marked torso, and when they met with his, he grabbed me purposefully by the hips and eased farther. I moaned, feeling like he was filling me just right, moving to slick him s my hands fell to his chest.

I have no idea what I may have looked like, but as he started slowly pumping his way deeper, I heard his enjoyment caress my soul.

He shoved into me a little harder and reached a deep knot of pleasure, at which point I jerked and screamed a little, thighs clamping hard. I was surprised that existed.

He pulled out of me so fast I almost cried, and my feet fell to the floor. I made a frustrated sound. What did I do wrong?

“I should have gone slow. Did it hurt?”

This guy- “NO! It didn’t hurt, don’t you do that shit again!”

He sucked in a breath and reached for me, then laid back, slipping his thick dick in again. “Fine, but you get on top.”

“Fiiiiiiiiiiine by me…” I moaned, already working on it.

My hands pressed below his chest for balance, while his tried to bounce me lightly until I glared at him.

“I don’t want you hurt!” he threw at me.

“Good! I’ll let you know!”

He put his hands stubbornly behind his head, and I groaned at the sight. I’d apologize later, right now this was exactly what I wanted.

His face showed me he was enjoying my juicy walls squeezing him as I watched his muscles occasionally twitch beneath my rocking hips. His unique pattern of ink and flesh spread out before me was surreal, and I shoved the feelings in their box so I could finish what I started.

I sat up fully, slowly sliding up and down, feeling all that dick stretch me out and then pushing off with a wiggle. Watching him try his hardest to keep his hands off me was like a drug, and I was quickly becoming addicted…

I crawled down his shaft like a pole dancer’s sliding hand just to pull away in hip stages, wiggling from the way my legs wanted to twinge and rocking him forward inside of me when I was reaching the end… then falling slowly and starting all over again…

He cussed, and I’m sure he ripped out some hair, but I didn’t get to reach that deep knot like this, so I started grinding and riding. Doing all the work for my own pleasure until every time I found my bundles of nerves, my hips would buck.

I had my orgasm, my cum sliding down his balls.

His warm hands finally smoothed up my upper thighs, and he squeezed down, thrusting up. It was like I had been shocked.

Yes!” I screamed a little and fisted my hands on his chest so I wouldn’t scratch him. I tried to start up again, but he wasn’t having any of that.

He thrust again as I was pulled down hard, sending lighting through my body. And again…

And again…

He made me moan another tight-fisted orgasm around him before sitting up with an impatient sigh as if he couldn’t hold himself back, almost making me cum again. Watching him curl up for my mouth had been a fucking vision.

My hands flew to his head and we tagged our tongues while his dick was all the way in me.

He pulled away for a second, moaning low in his throat.

“Now, I won’t stop,” he growled. “But I’m done with the floor.”

My legs wrapped around his hard waist as he rocked back to get his legs under himself. My opening ground against his hips, throwing our heads back.

“Fuck,” he spat out.

I moaned loudly, feet on the floor to pump on him.

He fell back with a tortured laughing groan. “Did not think that through.”

Then he bucked into me instead, and had me almost screaming my moans when he kept stroking himself against my inner entrance. Flattening my hands against his chest so I wouldn’t scratch him as he bounced me.

I want to say I helped, my legs busy pumping him so he didn’t take all my weight.

“Damn, you feel so good wrapped around my dick.”

I squeezed, and he hit the spot, and I really did scream that time, sitting hard enough to pound his ass into the floor as I rode it out.

He reached up to yank my hair down for a kiss as he sat up. I whimpered over him, arms coming around his neck. His grip loosened, rough hands slicking down my sweaty back.

This time he leaned over me, slipping all the way out as we stood. His hands picked up my thighs one by one so I could climb on him. He held me open, and I helped him. Both of us looking down at what he was about to do as I inevitably slid down.

I was shocked at the glistening sight, indeed similar to one of those fat mushrooms I loved in my soups. Just knowing I’d already had all of him inside of my body had me wanting a repeat.

As he lowered me over his fat head, pushing slowly with his hips, I bit my lip.

He let gravity pull me about halfway, and my moan was a sigh.

My eyes closed as his arms flexed to pull me up, and I felt him walking.

He pushed me against the wall.

I looked into his eyes as he buried himself inside, and the whisper fell out as I melted around him.

“Don’t leave me.”

One side of his mouth picked up like he was going to say something.

“Just,” I whispered as he came out, and then he shoved me against the wall with is dick.

He shook his head, but his face was soft.

“Now where the hell would I go,” he started, pushing my thighs back to slide out. He finished his question as he pushed into my noisy opening, “with a ride-or-die like this?”

I moaned helplessly, my eyes squeezing so he wouldn’t see my heart through them.

He pulled out again, and paused long enough fo me to look again. My cheeks burned from the way his molten eyes set me on fire.

His small smile came closer as the quietly pushed his meat shroom and equally fat words into me.

“You know you got my heart, right?”

My jaw relaxed my lips apart as he continued curling in and out of me. “Uhh… I do now…”

His mouth snapped backward, but he didn’t stop moving inside me. “Damn, really?”

“You- ooooh- you take… Mm… Boy, lemme ta- hah- talk…” Every time I attempted to speak, he was thrusting into me.

He groaned and paused, looking at me to hurry up.

“You take care of everyone,” I managed to finally get out before he continued his delve, my eyes closing as my head thumped into the wall. “Mmm… Fuck…”

I pushed my shoulders back, but he pinned me between his rock hard body and the solid wall and I moaned as he crowded my ear with his hot breath, his words only loud enough to reach into my shell.

“I ain’t about to let everybody know.”

I shuddered and moaned, bouncing with how much I loved the sound of his private voice. “Do it again, Key. Slip into my brain like that.”

He gave me a sound that was half evil and half pleasure, and all fo me tightened on his thrusts.

“One day,” he chuckled. “You’re gon tell me your name so I can say it just like this…”

He was getting faster, letting me fall harder, and I gasped as I felt the bubble about to burst.

“Oh shit!” I breathed, grabbing his shoulders, and then I was lost in a flood of pleasure that drew a long, pained sound out of me.

But he didn’t stop, and it seemed my body wasn’t quite done yet.

His chest leaned back with a pleased groan and he sought his own pleasure, using more hips and less of his arms.

“Yeah, just like that, keep it up.”

His words sounded half-asleep as he pounded me up the wall, just to let me slide onto his next thrust, which bounced me up again, before I slid onto his next push up the wall, where I melted down the paint and he shoved me back into place with his dick…

I found myself in a welcome haze of desire, hands trailing down his chest, slicking the sheen of sweat until my fingers fell away as he used me, and I kept him slick enough to do just that.

He put one leg down and I dripped again with a weak moan and a strong push of hips that had him groaning and banging me hard against the wall.

With one hand I reached behind my thigh and grabbed the hand that still held it, my other hand pushing behind me for balance.

His free hand wrapped around my throat to pull my head for his kiss, and I squirmed, making all kinds of sounds.

He panted against me when he broke away.

“I can’t bust in there.”

My air was huffing out of me.

“In- my- mouth-“ I huffed with his final thrusts, and I sighed happily as he pulled out and let me fall to my knees.

Immediately thrust into his fist and then my mouth, his other hand grabbing a fistful of hair.

He groaned and shook above me as he was thrusting from his fist into my lips, and I kept him warm and wet until his eyes slipped shut. He thickened and suddenly pulsed against my lips, and I drank him like a straw, his groan loud enough to give me chills.

I hadn’t felt so hungry for anyone in my limited experience. Not like this.

He was already going soft, but kept his hold on me for another second. He was thinking a lot of things behind that look on his face, and I smirked. One of his fingers swept my lips.

Then his hands helped me up.

The world spun, for a moment he looked alarmed. But I pushed myself against the wall and gave a short drugged laugh that pulled a knowing grin out of him.

I could tell he wanted to kiss me again, but he huffed an amused breath instead.

“I’ll stay up first.”

I nodded. Didn’t move.

“Unless you want me to?”

That was a funny thought.

You try getting railed and immediately walking,” I grinned at him.

His face called me dumb, but then he was so honest it was almost sarcastic. “Well say something. You’re always all strong and shit, I can’t tell.”

I was about to ask what he meant, but he pulled me over his shoulder and I laughed.

His hand on my thigh was smoothing wide circles as he walked us a few feet, and expecting him to toss me maybe, or at least set me down, I straightened.

He probably thought I’d fall and pinned my right thigh exactly where it was. My left knee hooked over his right shoulder with my gasp.

“Eyyyy,” his smiling mouth greeted my lower lips.

His eyes rolled up as I held still.

“I thought you couldn’t even walk?”

“Nahh, no more, I still need my legs later.”

But he didn’t walk closer to the bed. In fact, he made a distracted sound of agreement as his focus

“Key…”

His other hand held my ass, pulling me closer slowly. “Come on, it’s right there. It’s right here, just-“

“Nn-“ but I couldn’t force it out.

He took a big sniff that pushed me closer to the ceiling as his lungs filled up.

I moaned, not understanding why I was denying myself but doing it anyway. It made no sense, I was already in the bedroom.

“Lemme put you to bed right, hm?” His lips tickled me. “Just today.”

“Fuck. Alright.”

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