Boys Like Him

PG18

The moon hung like a thin, wicked blade overhead, its pale light slicing through the canopy and painting silver streaks across our skin as Lloyd dragged me deeper into the trees. The party's distant throb faded behind us, swallowed by the hush of the forest until the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the crunch of leaves underfoot.

"Lloyd," I whispered, the word scraping out like a plea as he finally spun me around.

The house was nothing more than a faint glow now, irrelevant. Moonlight carved harsh shadows across his face, stripping away the polished charm he'd worn all night. What stared back at me was pure, animal want eyes black with lust, jaw tight, lips parted as if he'd already tasted me.

He didn't speak. His hand shot into my hair, fingers twisting tight at the roots, yanking my head back with just enough force to make me gasp. Then his mouth crashed onto mine, brutal, devouring, his tongue thrusting past my lips like he was claiming territory. I moaned into him, loud and shameless, my hands clawing at his shirt, desperate to feel the heat radiating off his chest.

My back slammed against the rough bark of an ancient oak, the bite of it shocking through my thin top, a delicious counterpoint to the hard wall of his body pinning me in place. His erection ground against my belly, thick, insistent, unmistakable, and a fresh rush of wetness soaked my panties.

"You're sure?" he growled against my throat, teeth scraping the frantic pulse there as he sucked a bruising mark into my skin. "Because once I start, Nyelle, I'm not f*****g stopping."

"Don't talk," I panted, arching hard against him, grinding my aching breasts into his chest. My fingers dug into his waistband, yanking him closer until I could feel every inch of his c**k straining against me. "Just f**k me. Now."

He shoved his hands under my top without finesse, rough palms scraping up my ribs until they closed over my breasts. He groaned when he found I wasn't wearing a bra, thumbs raking across my stiff n*****s, pinching hard enough to make me cry out. The sound echoed through the trees, raw and filthy, and it only made him rougher.

In one swift move, he hoisted me up, hands gripping my thighs, spreading me open as I locked my legs around his waist. The ridge of his c**k pressed exactly where I needed it, rubbing against my c**t through our clothes, and I shamelessly rolled my hips, chasing the friction like a desperate animal.

He tore his mouth from mine to stare down at me, eyes wild, lips swollen. Then his hands slid to my ass, fingers digging in as he yanked my skirt up and my panties aside in the same motion. Cool night air kissed my dripping p***y for only a second before his fingers were there, two thick ones plunging inside me without warning, curling deep and stroking that spot that made my vision spark.

His thumb ground merciless circles over my swollen c**t while he pumped in and out, coating his fingers in my slickness. "This tight little cunt is dripping for me."

"f**k, you're soaked," he rasped, pumping in and out, thumb grinding merciless circles over my swollen c**t. "This tight little cunt has been begging for me all night."

I whimpered, head thunking back against the tree as my walls clenched around his fingers. But it wasn't enough, I needed more, needed him. My hands fumbled between us, ripping at his belt, shoving his zipper down until his c**k sprang free, hot, heavy, velvet over steel in my palm. I stroked him once, twice, feeling him throb, the bead of pre-c*m slicking my fingers.

He growled something incoherent and pulled his hand free, bringing those glistening fingers to my mouth. I sucked them clean without hesitation, tasting myself on him, and the dark sound he made sent another flood of heat between my thighs.

He then reached into his back pocket. Even through the haze of lust, I saw the flash of foil as he pulled out a condom. His fingers trembled slightly with urgency as he ripped the packet open with his teeth, the metallic tear loud in the quiet forest.

He rolled the condom on with practiced efficiency, the latex stretching tight over his length, sheathing him completely. The sight of it, him preparing to take me, safe but still so filthy, sent another surge of heat flooding my core.

"f**k, dripping impatiently for my c**k" he rasped, sliding his hand between my thighs. He yanked my panties aside and plunged two thick fingers deep inside me, curling them hard against that spot that made sparks explode behind my eyes.

My hands joined his between us, stroking his latex-covered c**k once, twice, feeling it throb hot and heavy in my grip.

He growled something incoherent and pulled his fingers free, bringing them to my mouth. I sucked them clean without hesitation, tasting myself on him, and the dark, possessive sound he made sent another flood of arousal dripping down my thighs.

Then he was guiding himself to my entrance, the blunt, condom-sheathed head nudging my folds apart, spreading my wetness along the latex. He didn't ease in, he drove forward in one long, punishing thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was perfect, intense, my p***y fluttering around the sudden invasion, every ridge and vein dragging against my sensitive walls through the thin barrier until I felt impossibly full.

I screamed into the night as he bottomed out, his pelvis grinding against my c**t. He stilled for only a heartbeat, forehead pressed to mine, both of us shaking.

"Nyelle," he choked, voice wrecked. "f**k, you feel.."

"Move," I demanded, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. "f**k me like you mean it."

He snapped. Hips snapping back and slamming forward again, harder, faster, each thrust driving me up the tree trunk, bark scraping my shoulders raw. The wet, obscene sounds of my soaked p***y taking him filled the air, mingling with our gasps and moans and the distant, irrelevant pulse of the party.

He f****d me like he was trying to split me open deep, brutal strokes that hit places I didn't know existed, his c**k dragging over my g-spot on every withdrawal until I was sobbing with it. My c**t throbbed against the grind of his body, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, a white-hot spiral ready to explode.

"Lloyd, oh god, I'm " The o****m tore through me without mercy, my p***y clamping down on him in violent spasms, waves of pleasure so intense my vision whited out. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my scream, tasting salt and skin as I came undone around his c**k.

He snarled my name, pace turning savage, hips pistoning as he chased his own release. Two, three more punishing thrusts, and he buried himself deep, c**k pulsing as he flooded me with heat, thick, endless ropes of c*m painting my insides while he shuddered and groaned against my neck.

We stayed locked together, trembling, sweat-slick and breathless, the forest silent again except for the thunder of our hearts. Slowly, he lowered me until my feet touched the ground, but he didn't pull out, staying buried inside me, as if neither of us was ready to let the moment end.