MidnightClitterateur

“They won’t hear anything, baby…they’re sleeping.”

Tig rose to his knees and pulled his shirt over his head revealing his bare chest and tattoos. The hair on his chest trailed down into the waistband of his jeans and I could see where his cock strained for release.

I watched with my mouth agape as his hands unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. I gulped down the lump in my throat and made my decision. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it aside.

Tig let out a shaky breath as his fingers played with the top of my shorts. “You sure about this, no going back once it's done…”

“I…I want to…” I was nervous but very sure. I wanted him…wanted him to make me feel good, like he had before.

Tig wasted no time in grabbing my hips and kissing his way up my body as he pushed down my shorts. I kicked them off as he freed himself from his jeans.

“You ok, babe?” He asked as he covered my body with his. “We can stop whenever you want, just tap out when you need to, ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok. I will,” I whispered, trying not to let my trembling be too noticeable as he reached down between us and positioned himself against my closed entrance.

“Just breathe, hun,” Tig whispered, his breath tickling my ear as he pressed himself a little further,”I’ll try to make this as easy as I can.”

“Ah..” I gasped at the sudden give as Tig pressed into me and my hymen broke, “Tss shit..” I felt a little gush that trickled down my ass to the bed and I hoped it wasn’t blood. “Fuck…” I tried to breathe away the burning stretch his cock had created but as he was buried inside me, it was not going away anytime soon.

“Worst is over, baby girl, mmmm” Tigs voice was strained and his muscles tense. Had I the experience to know why, I’d have realised just how much the older man was having to hold himself back.

“Ok…ok…” I breathed, my palms pressing against his shoulders and my fingers splayed and rigid, “I’m ok.”

“Relax a little if you can, it makes it easier…I’m gonna give it a push, ok…?”

“Mmhhmmm,” I pulled in deep breath after breath and blew the discomfort away as Tig slid himself all the way in. His body trembled with the effort of controlling his instincts. Everything in him wanted to absolutely destroy me.

“Baby…?” Tig held himself still as he filled me completely, his voice taut and strained “I’m gonna move now, is that ok?”

I caught his meaning immediately, he was going to fuck me. Let himself go and do what he needed to to get off.

“I’m ready…I can handle it,” I clung to him, bracing myself for what was to come. I was intelligent enough to know that it was not going to be like the movies and I was not going to have fun.

Tig pulled out slowly and began to move. His strong thrusts built up until his hips were steadily slamming into mine. It was uncomfortable to say the least but I was filled with so much emotion that it didn’t really matter. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop. His closeness and his weight just made me want to melt into him, it was wonderful.

The noises he made were just as thrilling. His quiet grunts and moans as he kissed and suckled on my throat were unbelievably sexy. His hands gripped the back of my thighs tightly enough to bruise and I wanted it, I wanted it all. I wanted him to mark me, so that everyone could see that I was owned…wanted.

“Baby…fuck, baby…I’m gonna come soon…so fuckin’ mmm...” Tig was coiled tight and ready to go.

I felt a pang of disappointment that it would be over so soon and I clung to him tightly, breathing him in. Trying to capture each moment in my memories as his movements became a little more erratic. Suddenly he pulled out his dick and with a groan he came on my belly, gasping erotically with every pulse. His eyes screwed up against the pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me and groaned into the crook of my neck. He took a deep breath as he came back to himself, and chuckled quietly into me. His hands held my thighs a little less tightly and his thumbs stroked the soft skin at the top of my legs, gently.

“That was…intense,” I giggled, feeling lighter than I had before. Though the gravity of the moment weighed heavy and intimate.

“Ooh she liked it,” Tig teased, squeezing my thighs until I squealed. The noises he elicited were recklessly loud and sure to be heard by my parents down the hall.

“No! Shh shh,” I squirmed beneath him, swatting him playfully, “they’re gonna hear us.”

Tig reluctantly halted his tickling and gazed down at me with a smile “You ok though? You did like it, right?” Tig asked as he brought himself so that we were nose to nose “Enough to wanna do it again?” He asked, hopefully, “It gets better, every time…”

I smiled shyly and nodded my head. His infectious happiness leached into me, “Was it ok…?

“Oh, baby…” Tig smiled, “so fuckin’ good!”

“Yeah…really?” It was a relief, I was so worried that I would do something wrong or that I would disappoint him.

“Oh yeah…pussy is always good…and yours is even better…coz it’s mine.” He smiled and tilted his head, kissing me deeply and possessively as he assumed ownership. Which I was more than ok with.

“What if they hear…?” I speak in a hushed tone, realising my mom and her boyfriend were down the hall.

“They won’t hear anything, baby…they’re sleeping.”

Tig rose to his knees and pulled his shirt over his head revealing his bare chest and tattoos. The hair on his chest trailed down into the waistband of his jeans and I could see where his cock strained for release.

I watched with my mouth agape as his hands unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. I gulped down the lump in my throat and made my decision. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it aside.

Tig let out a shaky breath as his fingers played with the top of my shorts. “You sure about this, no going back once it's done…”

“I…I want to…” I was nervous but very sure. I wanted him…wanted him to make me feel good, like he had before.

Tig wasted no time in grabbing my hips and kissing his way up my body as he pushed down my shorts. I kicked them off as he freed himself from his jeans.

“You ok, babe?” He asked as he covered my body with his. “We can stop whenever you want, just tap out when you need to, ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok. I will,” I whispered, trying not to let my trembling be too noticeable as he reached down between us and positioned himself against my closed entrance.

“Just breathe, hun,” Tig whispered, his breath tickling my ear as he pressed himself a little further,”I’ll try to make this as easy as I can.”

“Ah..” I gasped at the sudden give as Tig pressed into me and my hymen broke, “Tss shit..” I felt a little gush that trickled down my ass to the bed and I hoped it wasn’t blood. “Fuck…” I tried to breathe away the burning stretch his cock had created but as he was buried inside me, it was not going away anytime soon.

“Worst is over, baby girl, mmmm” Tigs voice was strained and his muscles tense. Had I the experience to know why, I’d have realised just how much the older man was having to hold himself back.

“Ok…ok…” I breathed, my palms pressing against his shoulders and my fingers splayed and rigid, “I’m ok.”

“Relax a little if you can, it makes it easier…I’m gonna give it a push, ok…?”

“Mmhhmmm,” I pulled in deep breath after breath and blew the discomfort away as Tig slid himself all the way in. His body trembled with the effort of controlling his instincts. Everything in him wanted to absolutely destroy me.

“Baby…?” Tig held himself still as he filled me completely, his voice taut and strained “I’m gonna move now, is that ok?”

I caught his meaning immediately, he was going to fuck me. Let himself go and do what he needed to to get off.

“I’m ready…I can handle it,” I clung to him, bracing myself for what was to come. I was intelligent enough to know that it was not going to be like the movies and I was not going to have fun.

Tig pulled out slowly and began to move. His strong thrusts built up until his hips were steadily slamming into mine. It was uncomfortable to say the least but I was filled with so much emotion that it didn’t really matter. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop. His closeness and his weight just made me want to melt into him, it was wonderful.

The noises he made were just as thrilling. His quiet grunts and moans as he kissed and suckled on my throat were unbelievably sexy. His hands gripped the back of my thighs tightly enough to bruise and I wanted it, I wanted it all. I wanted him to mark me, so that everyone could see that I was owned…wanted.

“Baby…fuck, baby…I’m gonna come soon…so fuckin’ mmm...” Tig was coiled tight and ready to go.

I felt a pang of disappointment that it would be over so soon and I clung to him tightly, breathing him in. Trying to capture each moment in my memories as his movements became a little more erratic. Suddenly he pulled out his dick and with a groan he came on my belly, gasping erotically with every pulse. His eyes screwed up against the pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me and groaned into the crook of my neck. He took a deep breath as he came back to himself, and chuckled quietly into me. His hands held my thighs a little less tightly and his thumbs stroked the soft skin at the top of my legs, gently.

“That was…intense,” I giggled, feeling lighter than I had before. Though the gravity of the moment weighed heavy and intimate.

“Ooh she liked it,” Tig teased, squeezing my thighs until I squealed. The noises he elicited were recklessly loud and sure to be heard by my parents down the hall.

“No! Shh shh,” I squirmed beneath him, swatting him playfully, “they’re gonna hear us.”

Tig reluctantly halted his tickling and gazed down at me with a smile “You ok though? You did like it, right?” Tig asked as he brought himself so that we were nose to nose “Enough to wanna do it again?” He asked, hopefully, “It gets better, every time…”

I smiled shyly and nodded my head. His infectious happiness leached into me, “Was it ok…?

“Oh, baby…” Tig smiled, “so fuckin’ good!”

“Yeah…really?” It was a relief, I was so worried that I would do something wrong or that I would disappoint him.

“Oh yeah…pussy is always good…and yours is even better…coz it’s mine.” He smiled and tilted his head, kissing me deeply and possessively as he assumed ownership. Which I was more than ok with.

Part One Here

“Well let me in if your so fucking worried, Jesus…” he hissed as he clung to the ledge. I slid up the window fully and stood back as I watched him climb in and tumble to the floor breathlessly.

“I wanted to see you…when you ran off this afternoon I was worried that what happened had…I don’t know…freaked you out a little…” he wheezed, “and…i thought it would be romantic…” he added quietly.

As much as I tried to be mad at Tig I couldn’t help but blush “Romantic? Really? You could have broken you fucking neck! And don’t you think you’re a little ol…”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” He hissed trying to look annoyed but failing miserably. “Damn smartass!” he chuckled.

“Well it's true. You could have fallen!” I sat on my bed and watched him stand, groaning as he pulled himself up.

“Aww, you worried about me…?” he remarked with a smug grin as he stood up and stretched.

“I’m worried my mom will find you whining in the driveway, you ass! Can you imagine what she’d have to say about you trying to get into my window! She’d call the cops and you’d go to jail!”

Tig chuckled quietly and took a seat next to me on my bed. “I think the cops have bigger things to worry about than me seeing a girl that's five months off the age of consent.”

“With your rap sheet? Your feet wouldn’t touch the floor and you know it!” As I spoke I noticed the odd half smile and far away gaze that had graced his handsome features and that damn twinkle almost stopped my heart.

He was silent. Just, staring right back then he raised his hand and took out my claw clip, letting my hair loose.

“You’re a pretty girl, you know that?” He whispered intimately as he leaned a little closer.“In fact, in a few more years I bet you’re gonna be beautiful. A real stunner.”

I felt the blush creeping up my cheeks and I looked away as his clear blue gaze began to send the butterflies in my tummy south.

“Can I kiss you again?” He whispered as he searched my face intently. A small smile playing on his lips. And when I nodded Tig moved toward me slowly, closing the distance between us. I could feel his warm breath on my face as he hovered and I closed my eyes as his soft lips claimed mine.

A quiet little moan escaped my mouth as our gentle kissing started to warm up. Our tongues gliding and pressing over each other sensually as our bodies awoke. His hand cupped the back of my neck in gentle possession as we made out slowly, just like he taught me. My hands came to rest on his chest and I clutched at the leather of his kutte before my arms slid up to encircle his neck. I pressed my body as close as I could and I felt his arm snake around my waist.

I didn’t mind at all when Tig pressed me back onto my childhood bed, shrugging out of his kutte and settling between my legs in the cradle of my hips. I wanted it. I could feel him, he was hard in his jeans and it turned me on so much to know that I affected a grown man this way. That the older biker and hardened criminal had climbed up the side of my house just to get to me.

Tig began to rock his hips as he kissed me, grinding his hard on into me like a desperate teenager. The feeling was indescribable and he soon found his rhythm, moaning quietly into my mouth as we dry humped slowly. The thin cotton of my pajama shorts no match for his denim covered arousal. The pleasure was overwhelming and it made me want so much more. The aching tingle spread warmly throughout my pussy and into my butt cheeks and thighs. Aches that elicited hushed moans and eye-rolling silent groans.

“Fuck…that feels so…good,” i panted quietly against his lips as we french kissed passionately. His mouth. His weight. His hips, all those things combined, were driving me crazy. He was already like air to me and I needed him more than I needed my next breath. I was so hungry for his lips and his tongue…the very same that had made me come earlier in the day during a lazy summer afternoon on his couch.

He nipped my bottom lip playfully “You, ah…wanna step it up?” His blue eyes were blown full dark with lust and his voice held a pleading edge. “Let me take care of you, baby girl…

This particular afternoon the both of you were watching a horror movie and passing a j between each other. A slasher movie full of blood soaked tits. When the ubiquitous sex scene came on the screen you both went kinda quiet and the air seemed to change. As the scene unfolded before you the air seemed to become charged with anticipation. The naked blonde on the t.v was bouncing on the guy's lap, as the killer advanced from behind axe in hand. You couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement and a little tingle between your legs.

“You a virgin?” Tig asked, like it was nothing. He was looking at you intently, waiting for you to answer.

“Um…wow, where did that come from?” you tried to laugh off the question but he of course persisted.

“Yes or no,” he smiled, loving the sight of you squirming beneath his gaze.

You stare at him for a moment wondering if you should just leave… but you don’t want to. No, you want to see where this goes.

“Ok, yeah I am. Why?” He seemed mildly shocked and the awkward silence that was growing between you needed to be filled, “I’m an awkward teenager that smokes weed with the creepy biker guy next door. Is it really a surprise?”

“Woah, woah! Creepy?” He laughed, seeing the funny side immediately, “Wow! and I thought we were friends!

“Well there are people that may consider this grooming. I’m sure we had a talk about shit like this at school. In fact they showed us a picture that looked just like…” you looked at him with mock surprise.

“Yeah, yeah…deflecting with humour, I gotcha. I do it too,” he smiled, that little twinkle in his eyes that drew you in. Like an angler fish. “So you really never been touched?”

You shook your head and took a sip of your soda. “Never been kissed, actually,” you savoured his reaction, “I don’t really attract that kind of attention.”

“Nah,” he smiled and shook his head in disbelief, “how old are you again?” He asked, turning his body towards you.

“Ugh, why? You gonna make fun of me? You had never told anyone what you just told Tig. There was no one to tell really. You relented, realising that you were being silly, “I’m seventeen.” You say finally, waiting for the inevitable questions.

But there were no questions Tig grabbed you by the chin and kissed you full on the lips. Taking your breath away. It was no peck either. His lips overlapped with yours and he gently teased open your mouth with them, slowly introducing his warm tongue to yours. It was a masterclass in how to kiss from an experienced older man. His hand moved to cup the back of your head when he thought that you were ready to deepen the kiss. He tilted his head and opened his mouth, guiding you with his skilled tongue. You hummed and grasped his wrist, meeting his movements. Your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest and your pussy ached painfully. Then just as you found your rhythm he pulled away with a grin.

“There ya go, now you’ve been kissed,” he wiggled his eyebrows and looked extremely pleased with himself. Returning his attention to the movie and drinking his beer.

Your face was flushed as you sat stock still, contemplating what the hell had just happened. Your body's reaction throbbing in your panties. “You kissed me…” you managed to say as you tried to process it.

“Yeah? You said you’d never been kissed. So I fixed it,” he said with a smirk.

“…Why’d you stop?” I asked quietly,

Tig stopped mid drink and gave you an amused side eye. “Ooh she liked it,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and smiled feeling more than a little embarrassed for asking him that. Of course he stopped, he was just teasing you. Like he always does. You are intelligent enough to realise that you are too young for this - for him and you stand awkwardly.

“Hey, hey…you don’t have to go,”

“I should though, shouldn’t I?”

Tig stood a little too close, it was electrifying. “Yeah I guess…” he answered, though he didn’t sound very convinced. He gazed down upon you with his ridiculously blue eyes and searched your face for permission.

You bit your lip as you gazed back not knowing what to say to make this happen. ‘Make what happen?’ You thought, ‘your way out of your depth here, kid.’

“You want me to kiss you again?” He asked, placing his hand on the back of my neck.

“Yeah,” you breathed, uneasily. You didn’t want him to laugh at you again.

He licked his dry lips and pulled you close with his other hand, kissing you softly. He was so much more careful and considerate this time. He wasn’t trying to claim anything, he just wanted to make you feel good and oh god it did. The butterflies were escaping from your tummy and into your chest making your heart flutter but you lean into it. Kiss him back just how he showed you. You could hear the wet noises your mouths were making, it made you hungry for more and now that you knew what you were doing you chased his heat, matching his passion.

His hands slid down to your ass and pulled your hips against his body. It made your summer dress ride up your thighs, exposing your panties. His hot lips moved away from yours and down to your neck, kissing and gently biting the delicate skin. You let out a little gasp and arched your neck, it felt divine. Sending lightning to your pussy. Tigs fingers gathered up the hem of your cotton dress, sliding his hands beneath the cloth of your underwear and putting his bare hands on your skin. It happened fast and you didn’t quite know how to react to the sexual touching other than to pull away.

“I…” you began breathlessly, missing his arms immediately. Tig was equally breathless and flushed but his features were filled with regret.

“I’m sorry, that was too fast,” he said, passing his hand through his hair.

All at once you seemed to decide a lot of things. Just looking at him was driving you crazy. Like you didn’t know what to do with yourself other than run back into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, trying to communicate everything you didn’t know how to say into it.

Your feet left the floor and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Tig spun you around and took you back to the couch, laying you down and covering you with his body. Feeling his weight between your legs as he kissed you made you ache and squirm around, needing the friction from his jeans more than your next breath. He knew it. Grinding into you and groaning into your mouth. You realise that you can feel his dick beneath the denim and it sends an aching thrill through your body and a feeling of deep trepidation.

Tig picks up on the change in your body language and pulls back, “you ok darlin?”

You decide to just be honest, “I can feel your dick. I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Hot as that is baby…so fuckin’ hot, we don’t have to do that if your not ready, I mean I am, obviously. Honey, I wanna fuck the shit outta you! But there's other stuff we can do…”

“Like what?” You asked innocently, relieved that he wasn’t going to push it.

“Take off your panties for me baby,” he said with a shark-like grin.

“I don’t know…umm…Ok…? “ you stammer as you move to do as you're told. Tig took off his white t - shirt and threw it aside.

“I bet you got a sweet little pussy, baby… lemme see.” He motioned with his head for you to spread your thighs for him as he unbuckled his belt. “Don’t be shy,” he said gently when he saw the indecision in your eyes, “I bet it's real pretty.”

Your eyes widen as you listen to his dirty talk. You had never heard anyone speak like that outside of a movie.

“Relax,” he smiled disarmingly with that little twinkle in his pretty blue eyes, “no penetration, cross my heart.” He crossed his body with his fingers and kissed the tips as he spoke, smiling that damn smile.

You opened your legs tentatively, avoiding his hungry gaze as your cheeks blazed with shame. You hear him click his tongue, chiding you gently for being embarrassed. “Oh honey…,” your eyes met his once again, and you melted beneath his gaze. “Baby, you're beautiful. Your pussy is beautiful.” He unzipped his jeans but didn’t take his dick out. You probably would have died right there if he had.

“This isn’t gonna hurt one bit, baby…just relax for Daddy and I’ll blow your fuckin mind,” he knelt between your legs and parted your trembling knees a little wider. Making your tummy turn over. You pull a couch cushion over your face with a squeal feeling the embarrassment keenly.

You don’t have to wait for him to begin. He parts your folds and dives right in.His soft tongue laps so…so… gently at your clit. Easing your virgin cunt into unbelievable new sensations. You let out a shuddering breath as you become accustomed to the pleasure. Sinful moans escaped your lips between indecisive pleas for mercy. His mouth had you somewhere between heaven and hell. Suspended in a warm aching haze of infinite pleasure.

“Tig…” you sighed his name and finally figured out what to do with your hand. It tangled in his curly black hair, as your hips began to rise and fall unbidden. The other stifled your moans when they grew too loud for comfort. The patio doors were open after all and your mom could be home from work at any moment.

He answered you with a long satisfied hum. Watching you arch your neck when he sucked on your clit. His experienced tongue laving your pussy with fervour. Sliding it up and down, probing the skin that covered your closed entrance before returning to spoil your tingling bud with his skilled muscle.

The pleasure was soon too much to bear. Your tummy was coiled tight as you teetered on the edge of something you had never experienced. It was all too much but you wanted more. As much as he could give you. You tingled unbearably in places that had only just been awakened by his touch.

You panted loudly and your legs trembled. Sweat prickled your skin… then it happened. You fell spectacularly into a mindless aching pool of throbbing delight. A smile, wide and strained, wreathed your face and your eyes rolled to the whites. Tig had to hold down your bucking hips to continue eating you through it.

Tig rose, wiping his dripping chin with the back of his hand. A triumphant smile, equal parts smug and proud on his face. As he looked down at the quivering mess he had made of you.

“Oh my god.” You push the damp hair away from your sticky forehead as you stare vacantly at the ceiling. You felt Tig crawl over you, your hands rising almost instinctively to guide him.

“How’d that feel, Princess?” He asked smugly as he stared down at you with those damn eyes.

“Good…so good,” you say, still breathless from your orgasm. He leaned down and peppered your face with little kisses, making you giggle girlishly.

“You want another one?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip as he pressed his hips into yours. Letting you feel his cock, big and hard in his unzipped jeans.

But even if you had dared to take him up on his offer your afternoon activities were rudely interrupted by the sound of your Moms truck pulling into the driveway from across the yards.

As he approached his high house he bade his entourage be silent and the Thralls and servants disperse and return to their beds. To leave his wife sleeping and unaware of his arrival. Letting his heavy cloak fall to the floor forgotten as he crossed the feast hall, his axes and knives were placed carefully on a table before he continued his journey to her chamber. His leathers, unbuckled and hastily discarded. Ivarrs hurried steps quieted as he approached the curtain that separates the hall from the private rooms he shared with his precious Saxon treasure and moved it aside almost reverently with his fingertips. Peering inside, the scene blooms a warmth in his chest that he doesn’t try to suppress. A slow, soft smile graces his scarred, battle worn face. The embers of the dying fire barely cast a glow over her sweet face as she sleeps. His wife. His strength. His woman.

He advances silently towards her, marveling at her supine beauty. At her grace and elegance even in sleep. A beauty ethereal in the dim light that illuminates his mischievous blue eyes. He sits carefully beside her, sinking into the extravagantly soft feather bed, he cages her in with his strong arms either side of her ribs, leaning in to bury his nose in her silken hair, inhaling deeply and letting the exquisite scent that is her bring him home.

His lips find her ear, brushing against the shell as he murmurs. “If I wanted to…” he pauses deliciously, wetting his lips with his tongue before continuing to voice his softly whispered seductive threats,“I could kill you before you wake, my spoiled little d…”

Then, he smiles indulgently. A hint of pride in his eyes when he feels the sharp point of a blade pricking the skin of his chest. One push and it would all be over. The thought makes his arousal throb with need.

You take another hit of the j before handing it over to the quiet strength of the body behind you. Settling into the possessive hold of his inked arms and closing your eyes. The ghost of a smile playing the corners of your lips and a quiet moan of contentment slipping from between their pillowy softness. Taking comfort from the rise and fall of his tattooed chest as he inhales and watching the plumes of smoke that appear from over your shoulder join the burning embers and smoke in the night sky.

His large hand slips beneath your (his) hoodie and slides up your side to hold your ribs, his thumb between your breasts. Stroking the soft skin with his calloused thumb. Burying his nose in your long hair and inhaling the scent of you and all its soothing coconut familiarity.

You reach behind you to cup the back of his head, scritching the stubbly hairs with your long nails and getting a pleased hum in return. You turn your face and press your forehead to his cheek. Nuzzling intimately in the warm glow of the fire and receiving a soft kiss on the forehead in return. He holds the joint to your lips and you take a long drag and hold it before letting the smoke escape into the cool night air.