Story: Just random. (all chapters)

Authors: JacobAveri

Back to chapter list

Chapter 1

[Author's notes: So...yeah. Heh. Enjoy?]

The sun glares down on us, shooting a million degrees of pure hate straight into our poor, inadequately protected skin. But you don’t seem to mind, lying in the grass with your white tee-shirt pulled up to expose the soft flesh of your stomach-which, by now, is a nice pink shade. Your belly button ring glitters in the light, and I find myself staring at it, marveling about it. How could a simple medal rod turn me on so incredibly much? It didn’t make any sense, but I couldn’t help it either way. You turn towards me, shielding your eyes with a slender hand so you can see, and ask, “Whatcha lookin’ at?” I blush bright red and shake my head, my tongue thick in my mouth. God, your body…is just so desirable. But how could I ever tell you that? You’d leave me, think I was a freak. Which, eh. I suppose I am.
“Nothing. Just thinking,” I finally manage to reply through my cotton stuffed mouth. You giggle, sitting up to get a better look at me, but I look away. My heart is sadly disappointed when you pull your shirt back down and stand up, extending your hand to help me up.
“C’mon. I’m starting to burn, and I know for a fact you don’t tan.” I shrug in agreement. We both know I would much rather be in a dark, cool, air-conditioned place than out here, in this African Hell hot heat, but…if you wanted to be outside getting skin cancer, then so did I.
We stumble into your house, eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden difference, bodies gladly welcoming the change. Your mother is sitting in the living room with your little brother, watching TV. They don’t even notice us when we come in.
You grab my hand and quickly lead me to your room, rolling your eyes when Liam yells at the TV to stop being so mean and get back to his show. Your mom groans and calls for you, uncertainty in her voice. When neither of us respond, she begins to comfort Liam on her own. For a moment, I feel bad, but you quietly shut the door to your bedroom and lean against it, closing your eyes.
“Sorry. I just…don’t want to deal with him,” you mumble, running your fingers through your hair. I nod, trying hard not to stare at your mouth when you speak. Your eyes flutter open slowly, and you catch me looking. Curious, you tilt your head to the side and grin, looking so adorable that I take a faltering step towards you, heart pounding.
“Are you o-” you begin to ask, but my lips capture yours, cutting you off mid-sentence. You let out a squeal of surprise before slowly returning the kiss, eyes dropping shut once again. Your lips are so soft, and they taste of blue Jolly Rancher chapstick. Unexpectedly, they part a tiny bit, allowing me access, which I gladly accept. My tongue ventures into your mouth, exploring it in detail. You quietly moan a few times, and every time you do, I press my body harder into yours, needing to feel you. After a few minutes, I realize what’s going on, and my eyes snap open as I step backwards, gasping.
“Oh, God. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just fuck, I’m sorry,” I apologize, face burning with shame. You look confused, slowly coming towards me. I stand there, unable to move, my heart racing in my chest.
“Don’t be.” With a feral grin, you jump on me, wrapping your bare legs around my waist. I can’t stop myself from falling, but thankfully we land on your bed. You don’t even give me a chance to catch my breath before you begin kissing me hard, hands roaming all over my body. Your teeth sink into my neck, and I gasp and dig my nails into your back, pulling you closer to me.
“You like that, don’t you?” you whisper in my ear, and I can only moan and nod my head, praying you won’t stop. But of course, you do, crawling off of me with a gleam in your eye.
“Please…come back,” I beg, my breathing shallow. I want you so bad I can barely control myself, and I’m sure you can tell. You laugh and shake your head, getting on your hands and knees, looking for something under your bed. Finally, you let out a triumphant yell and stand up, holding two long strips of cloth. I’m confused at first, but then it clicks into place what you plan on doing…and the mere thought of it makes me arch my back with longing.
“Do you…do you tie Charlie up?” I ask, blushing furiously. Your eyes go wide and you shake your head so much I giggle. “Then what are those for?” Now it’s your turn to blush, but you pull it off with dignity and answer honestly, “I have…my fantasies. I figured I should be prepared.” I look at you with amazement, even when you grab my hands and tie them to each bed post.
“Anyways,” you murmur seductively straddling me, “Charlie never has to know.” I nod and stare up at you, watching you transition easily from my best friend to my master in seconds. You lean down and take my lower lip between your teeth, looking me straight in the eye the entire time. The slight pain of it makes me close my eyes and rub myself against you, wanting you to make it better. Your tongue roughly invades my mouth, tangling with my own for what seems like ever. I’m struggling by now; my body feels like it’s on fire and you haven’t even touched me.
“Please…” the word is barely audible, but you pick it up loud and clear. I know this because you pull back and cock your head, listening. “Please,” I repeat it louder this time, loving the way you look when you hear me. With a single movement, you pull off your shirt, and I greedily take in your breasts, which are popping out of your bra. You see where my eyes are and laugh, swaying above me. I’m trapped, following your every move. Smiling devilishly, you lean down close to me, putting them in my face. And then, with one hand, you unsnap your bra and let it fall on me. I struggle to kiss your nipple, but you pull back, clicking your tongue.
“Naughty little girl,” you chide. “What do you say?” I pull myself as far forward as I can given the circumstances before falling back with a groan.
“Please, please. Let me taste them, at least.” My voice comes out thick with desire, and you almost moan when I speak. You fling your bra off of me and put your nipple against my mouth, running it over my lips. I hesitantly take it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and much to my surprise, you moan and press against me, forcing more into my willing mouth. My own nipples get hard as yours does, almost painfully so, and I rub them against you, moaning softly around your boob.
“Do you want me?” you gasp out when my teeth nibble softly at the hard nub. I let it out of my mouth so I can nod, and you gracefully move down my body, planting kisses over my shirt. When you reach up my shirt, I shake my head with a passion, eyes wide. You bite your lip, obviously debating it, but finally decide to do what I want and keep your hands off my boobs. I let out a relieved sigh, which is quickly turned into a startled yelp when you pull down my shorts, leaving me in only my underwear.
“Someone’s a little horny,” you comment with a giggle when you notice that they’re slightly damp. I blush and mumble, “So not my fault.”
“Oh? Do you want me to touch you or not?” you ask, running your fingers over my underwear.
“Please. Master, please touch me. I’m sorry,” I immediately say in a rush, squirming every time your fingers brush me a little firmer. You smile and nod, “That’s better.” I swallow nervously when you begin to pull down my underwear, but spread my legs to make it easier for you.
“God, you’re so wet,” you whisper, and I feel my heart begin to pound even harder, especially when you lean down and experimentally lap up the wetness. I moan and squirm, wanting more, wanting you to be in me. You lick harder now, more sure of yourself, until you find my clit and my legs twitch uncontrollably.
“This feels good?” your voice seems so far away, and I nod slowly, lost in my pleasure. You pull away and I groan loudly, frustrated. Smirking, you climb off the bed and quickly yank off your shorts. I’m slightly unsurprised to see you wear no underwear. I’m slightly surprised to see that you’re wet. Without any hesitation, you crawl up to me, almost sitting on my shoulders. I get the message clearly, and begin to kiss you first, testing the limits. You gasp and put your hands in my hair, holding my head in place. The taste is so sweet on my lips, and I open my mouth with relish, licking every spot I can find. After a moment of this, I gain control of myself, and settle down to a steady pace, going in time with your breathing, which is steadily getting shallower.
“Yes, just like that,” you moan, moving against my face. I can’t say I mind though, and only continue with my actions, growing more turned on by the second. I suck gingerly at your clit, being careful not to be too rough, and you let out another loud moan, grabbing my head harder.
“You’re such a good little pet,” you croon after a few minutes, petting my hair. I smile wide at the compliment, licking my lips.
“Would you like to cum?” I arch my back at the prospect, and you waste no time in sliding back down my body and returning to your original spot. Fingers are pushed deep inside me, and I clamp my legs around your hand, humping it in bliss.
“Do. Not. Stop,” I practically growl, closing my eyes. You laugh and assure me, “I wasn’t planning on it. Spread your legs.” I quickly do as you say, and you continue fucking me, adding another finger. My voice rises as my pleasure mounts, and soon I’m shaking and shuddering from your touch, moaning your name. Starbursts go off in front of my eyes and I bite my teeth together to keep from screaming out loud. I struggle to control my breathing and you slow down, panting now.
“Thank you,” I mumble, closing my eyes. You laugh and crawl on top of me, cuddling into the crook of my neck. We fall asleep like this, with me still tied up and you naked.

Back to chapter list