Chapter Two, Golden Minx
Posted by DiF on Thursday, August 11, 2011
Title: Midnight Shift: Chapter Two, Golden Minx
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol and drug use, sex]
Summary: Summer and Robert bond... naked.
Nearly the words ‘I don’t need to’ tumbled out of his mouth, but Robert managed to bite them back. However any decent response also avoided his mouth. The longer he looked into her eyes, the less he could think coherently. The deep shade of sapphire staring back at him completely entranced him. He could not believe this golden goddess stood before him. She was unlike any of the other girls who slipped into hotels and backstage hoping for famous dick. Maybe it was how she looked at him with her large eyes, unashamed and yet not cocky at all. Or maybe it was her humble bare feet, not strapped into teetering stilettos or platforms. There was an all-natural vibe about her. And it invited him in unlike anything before.
“Well that, baby, is easily remedied,” he held out his hand. “I’m Robert.”
She smiled a sweet little smile, one that quickly worked sunshine into ever cell of his body, and grasped his hand, “Summer.”
He flashed her a smile, not releasing her hand, “What a beautiful name. May I take you to dinner?”
“Yes, you may.”
Without much thought, he dipped down and kissed her soft pink lips before twirling her about to head towards the elevator, his hand shifting to hold the one closest to him. She kept her eyes downcast as he reached to press the elevator button, a soft flush warming her cheeks. Robert found that very endearing. Most of the time groupies were bold and outrageous, willing to walk down the hallways naked to get the band’s attention. For some reason he had a feeling the little flower holding his hand would not be like that. But then again it could be an act and he was so completely out of it that he wasn’t reading it as such. Regardless, he stole another kiss before the elevator doors opened.
Stepping out of the lift when it reached the ground floor, Robert glanced at the front desk agents, both of whom seemed to be a bit surprised that he was there, even more so that a pretty young thing held his hand. His gaze flicked to the cafe full of groupies, all of whom seemed to leap forward at motion in the lobby, but where held in check by the security guys who suddenly appeared to protect the singer. The pair were rushed into a car that appeared just as magically as the security officers.
“Rainbow?” the driver asked, glancing at Robert in the rearview mirror.
“No, actually. We would like some out of the way diner, please,” he responded.
The driver seemed confused, stared unblinkingly at the singer, “Are you certain, Mr. Plant? The others are—”
“A diner,” he confirmed.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of diner. The driver looked pointedly at Robert trying to decide if he was really serious or not. But the singer merely smiled and opened the door, helping Summer out a moment later. His hand went to the small of her back and he ushered her into the diner. Within a few steps the entire establishment went silent. They clearly knew who he was, something he was rather hoping to avoid. He should have known better.
“A booth in the corner, if you have one,” he requested.
“Right this way,” the hostess declared, turning with two menus in hand.
Letting Summer slid into the booth first, Robert sat beside her, as close as comfort would allow. He watched her position her large shoulder bag in the empty space to her right, wondering why she hadn’t left it at the hotel before remembering she had gone to the wrong floor. Suddenly that belief rang cautionary in his mind. Had she really gone to the wrong floor or was she really just a costumed LA girl?
“So, Summer,” he stated casually, pretending to unfold and look at the menu, “where are you from?”
“Outside San Francisco,” she responded without thought, her eyes flicking over the paper in her hand.
Robert visually relaxed, “First time in LA?”
“Yes. Don’t think my treatment of you means I don’t know who you are. I’m here to see you guys perform,” Summer declared.
“But our show is in Long Beach,” he pointed out.
“Yes well, you guys base yourselves out of LA, so I figured that was good enough for me,” she proclaimed, turning the menu over.
“Baby,” he leaned closer, “are you intending to stay at the Riot House long?”
Her eyes went to his, “No, just tonight. I haven’t enough money to stay any longer.”
Concern flashed in his eyes, “How much did they charge you for your room?”
“One hundred dollars.”
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, eyes going to their waitress who set glasses of water in front of them with trembling hands. “They charged you twice a nightly rate for one night.”
“They did?” she looked to him.
“When we get back, I’m going to talk to them and get your money back. You’ll stay with me,” Robert declared.
“Oh no. I can’t do that,” Summer argued. “You’re already buying my dinner. I can’t possibly let you—”
He kissed her to silence her protest, “You most certainly can. I’m sure we can think of a decent trade; something that would suit you.”
Her face turned back to the menu, concealing a slight smile, “If you insist.”
“I do.”
“Are you... are you ready to order, sir?” the waitress who stood nearby meekly spoke up.
Robert looked back to the menu, “Give us a minute, if you would.”
She backed away from the table, clearly not wanting to show her back to the rockstar for whatever reason. Hiding her amusement by reading over the menu, Summer tried to find something to eat. Having taken a hit not long before and really not eating most of the trip, she was in fact hungry, but did not want Robert to think she was some starving little girl. Holding back on the desire to order and entire cow to eat, not thinking that would even be possible and she didn’t know what cow tasted like anyways, Summer chose a simple sandwich, figuring it was a safe bet.
“Have you decided?” Robert asked, leaning over and practically breathing down her shirt.
Summer leaned away from him, ever aware where his attention really was, “I have.”
“Sweetheart,” he raised his voice, waving the waitress back over.
After both had placed their orders, he ordering steak, Robert comfortably draped his arm on the back of the booth, surreptitiously around Summer. Thinking nothing of it, she shifted in the booth, trying to get comfortable, a difficult task with the older man once more looking her over. Ever self-conscious bone in her body was buzzing, wondering what he saw, if he liked what he saw, how long it would be until he sent her away and went in search of one of the plastic girls in the lobby. It was coming; she could feel it nearing with each sweep of his eyes over her body.
“You’re very pretty,” he declared softly, reaching to flip a long curl from her shoulder.
Her eyes snapped to his, her lips parting slightly in surprise. He smiled crookedly and stole a kiss from her, ignoring the waitress as she set glasses in front of them. His left hand moved from her knee, slipping under her blouse. Unabashedly his fingers caressed the soft skin of her flat abdomen, slowly working upwards. His middle finger barely grazed the under swell of her small breast before the waitress returned with their dinner, causing him to pull away. Both the waitress and Summer flushed at the intrusion, but Robert merely sat back in the booth, slipped his arm out from behind the young girl, and reached for his plate.
“This looks wonderful,” he commented, eyes on the sloppy steak and potatoes. “Thank you.”
Slipping into the hotel through a back entrance, surprisingly keeping his hands off the blond at his side during the ride, Robert headed up to the front desk. From the buzz in the lobby, he knew the rest of the band had returned. Aware of the extra security who were filtering all access to the hotel, he frowned slightly. California was not what it used to be. Shaking his head, he sighed and approached the front desk, holding protectively onto Summer’s hand.
“Can I help you, Mr. Plant?” the young man behind the counter asked, eyes briefly flicking to Summer.
“Summer is going to be checking out of her room, one she never visited,” he declared, holding out his empty hand for her to hand him her room key. “And you’re going to completely refund her money, especially since you overcharged her.”
The desk agent looked at him for a long moment, “I’m sorry, Mr. Plant, but hotel policy is no refunds. I—”
“I do not care what your hotel policy is. She was never even in the fucking room. If you need to go up there to fucking check, then do so. We will wait,” he growled.
A slightly older man stepped up to the desk and handed over the one hundred dollars, “My apologies, Mr. Plant. Here is Miss Davis’s refund in full. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
He released Summer’s hand to count the money quickly, before gesturing at the younger man, “Yeah. Fire his ass.”
Handing the stack of small bills to Summer, something that bothered him but he wasn’t about to demand larger currency, Robert took her hand once more and lead her towards the elevator. She could feel the predatory glares from the other girls, kept firmly in place by a tiny legion of very large men. Without a doubt they were sizing her up, looking for some weakness in which to exploit and take her spot next to Robert. But none of the LA girls had a chance, for the two slipped into the elevator, heading up to the party haven.
Stopping the elevator mid-rise, Robert turned to Summer, “We’re about to walk into the mouth of Hell.”
“I know,” she responded, dark sapphire eyes turned to his.
He kissed her, “We won’t stop to play, regardless of what they say.”
“Whatever you say.”
Robert pressed the floor button again, sending the lift back on its upward climb. However he turned his attention completely to the young girl and pulled her possessively towards him, his mouth completely covering hers. His hands pressed her back, bringing her closer to him. As his tongue rolled over hers, Robert couldn’t help but realize how sweet she tasted, regardless of the fact they had supped not long before. His mind and his cock instantly jumped to thoughts of how sweet she would taste elsewhere.
When the door slid open, he reluctantly pulled out of the kiss and lead her out. Loud music echoed down the hall. People sat on the carpet in various stages of dress and various stages of intoxication. Summer’s eyes stayed mostly downcast, which meant those who laid on the floor met her eyes, some reached for her. Robert kicked hands away, shrugged off offers from others. He even blew off Jimmy, digging out his key to his room without pause instead.
Protected in Robert’s room, chain slid over the door as well, Summer pulled away from him and looked around. She had never been in such a fancy room, not that she had ever been in a hotel before at all as it were. She was nearly afraid to touch anything, afraid to break something, mark something. But before she could explore too much, Robert stepped behind her, his hands going to her shoulders, his lips to her neck. Tilting her head slightly, Summer closed her eyes and allowed him to do what he wanted for a few moments, certain that his expert mouth was going to leave a mark on her milky skin. His fingers slipped her bag off her shoulder, absently tossing it out of the way before he turned her to face him. Their eyes met briefly before he kissed her softly again.
“Tell me,” Robert breathed, “did you rent that room just to get past security?”
Her eyes wavered slightly, “Yes. And no. I truly had no place to stay tonight. But I also never thought it would lead to this.”
He smiled crookedly and dipped down to kiss her again, “Tell me, Summer, did you come here to fuck?”
She shook her head, eyes closing as his fingers went to the purple ribbon of her blouse, “No. I just wanted to meet you. Tell you that... that...”
His lips touched her collar bone, “Tell me what, Summer?”
“That you’re... a... amazing,” Summer’s knees nearly buckled when he slipped her blouse off her shoulders, causing it to slid down her arms, flutter to the shag carpet.
Robert knelt before her, putting his lips nearly level with her budding breasts, “No, Summer, you are.”
Her eyes fluttered open as his lips touched her rosebud nipples, parting ever so slightly to suck the right one into his mouth. Her hands went to his head, fingers weaving in his long dirty blond hair. More to steady herself than anything while he suckled her nipple until it was a hard tight bud before moving to the other, Summer clung to his head.
“Robert,” she moaned, “I cannot.... I cannot....”
“I know, baby,” he smiled against her breast before quickly standing.
His arms circled her and he lifted the petite girl from the floor, carrying her over to the large bed. Laying her gingerly upon the white blanket, Robert pulled his shirt off, tossing it carelessly behind him. Without any adieu at all, he unbuttoned his jeans after kicking off his shoes, and peeled them off. Meanwhile, Summer had lifted her hips and removed her own jeans, tossing them over the edge of the bed and scooted up. Despite the fact she was now completely nude, only anklets, bracelets and her father’s lucky pendant decorating her slight frame, Summer did not display herself to Robert like so many other girls would have. Instead she crossed her legs at her ankles, demurely covered her breast with one arm while the other hand covered her sex. Her sudden modesty made him even more crazy for her and he quickly discarded his briefs and crawled towards her.
Lifting the first hand he reached, Robert’s finger intertwined with her as he leaned down and kissed her hairless mound. He briefly wondered if she was hairless by choice or if she had yet to grow pubic hair. Brushing that aside, thinking her expert kisses earlier were evidence enough, he continued to kiss up her body. His fingers removed her other hand and once more he showered her small breasts with kisses.
“Robert,” she breathed, wiggling underneath his kisses.
Skipping up to her lips, Robert kissed her deeply, swallowing a groan as her fingers reached down and brushed his cock fleetingly. His hips twitched forward, hoping she would get the hint and wrap her soft hand around him. Her hand hesitated but soon engulfed his pulsating heat within her tender grasp. Slowly she traced the veins up his shaft and back down. Oh how he wanted her to guide him into her dewy heat. Yet despite the desire oozing through his veins and hopefully through hers as well, Summer did not uncross her ankles, did not beckon him into her gates. Twice she touched him so softly he nearly forgot her hand was caressing him. The third stroke her fingers tightened around the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to make his hips twitch, and lightened the pressure towards the tip. Groaning, he gave up on kissing her as she played with his sex, and pressed his forehead into the pillow next to her ear, groaning and moaning into the down.
“Do you... do you want to cum?” she asked.
“Not.... yet...” he responded.
Summer turned her face and kissed his cheek before responding, “Let me taste you, Robert.”
“Oh god,” he murmured, feeling a sense of loss when her hand withdrew from touching him. “Yessssss, please.”
Rather than just pull away from her and let her do whatever it was she wanted, Robert rolled the two of them, groaning as his cock brushed her pubic mound. Oh how he wanted to forgo the sucking and get right to the fucking. She had to be tight and perfect. He was certain of it. She grinned seductively, clearly enjoying the fact she had the upper hand. Summer drank of his kiss for a long few moments before she began to slid down his body. As she began to kiss and nip down his body, her legs parted, falling on either side of his. Robert moaned as he felt the soft, wet kiss of her lower lips as they touched his upper thigh. Waiting to be buried in her became harder with each passing second.
But then her lips stopped just above his engorged member and all of his thoughts and desires swirled around the little minx’s mouth. Sitting fully up, she tossed her hair back, both hands circling his cock. She stroked him a few times while she wiggled her hips into place, pressing her wetness even more against his legs. And then she leaned down, her dark pink tongue darting out to lick the tip of his penis. As her hair fell about her work in a soft golden curtain, tickling his very sensitive skin lightly, her tongue swirled around his entire length, tracing each bulging vein before she pressed his cock towards his stomach and lightly suckled on his scrotum. Her fingers danced up and down him as she sucked and Robert was certain if she wasn’t careful he would shoot into her lovely hair before too long. Seemingly reading his body’s signs, Summer left her actions behind, licking back up to the oozing tip. As her lips parted and eased down over him, one hand fondled his balls while the other squeezed the base of his cock.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned.
Because of her hair, he couldn’t watch his cock disappear into her mouth, but he could feel every single movement she made. Her tongue slurped and swirled, slowly taking more and more of him into her. Her hands worked what her mouth did not hold, keeping his orgasm so close to the surface yet seemingly at bay. He was certain when she did let him cum, it was going to be explosive.
He felt the tip of his cock bump into the back of her throat. Fully expecting her to pull back and work her magic as she had already, Robert gasped when she pushed further and he popped into her throat. Her strong grip on the base of his cock released, allowing him to fully enter her. He groaned as her fingers once again went back to fondling his balls as her mouth moved up and down on him. So very close to his plateau he shot for the stars when her fingers strayed from their play to draw a fingernail along the sensitive skin between his cock and ass. Robert could nearly make out the symbols she was tracing on that very skin, but suddenly it all didn’t matter. The tingle at the base of his spin exploded and his hips pressed up from the bed. As he pushed up, she pushed down, feeling the ripple and pulse of his cock shooting down her throat. He grunted and groaned, his hands on her head, a part of him surprised at her skills.
Slowly Summer began to withdraw while he still sputtered. Her lips remained fastened strongly about him as his cock eased out of her throat, the throbbing beginning to subside. She swallowed twice before allowing him to pull out of her mouth. Licking his cock once more to make sure none of the stickiness remained, her hand pushed her hair out of her eyes and she looked up at Robert.
“You fucking little minx,” he breathed. “I don’t think... I don’t think.... come here.”
His hands slipped into her armpits and Robert pulled her up his body. His cock, though deflated, was still excited by the feel of her soft body against his skin. He did not think it would take much time at all to recover, especially with touching her, feeling her, tasting her. But before he could even begin his seduction of her, a knock sounded at the door. Summer instantly tensed and attempted to pull away. Robert’s arms remained around her, holding her to him.
“Ignore them. They can’t get in. They won’t get in,” he declared, kissing her ear.
“But, Robert, I’m—”
“HEYA, PERCY! JANE’S GOT SOME GOOD SHIT. DO YOU WANT SOME!?” Jimmy’s voice shouted through the door.
Shifting Summer off of him, Robert kissed her once more and padded over to the door. Undoing the deadbolt with a glance to the young blond as she scurried to get under the covers and hide her body from prying eyes, he left the chain in place. His blue eyes went to the dark eyes of the guitarist. Making no moves to hide the fact he was naked and slightly aroused, Robert glared at Jimmy.
“Go the fuck away and make sure everyone else leaves me the fuck alone,” Robert declared darkly.
The guitarist looked the singer up and down and grinned, “I see you’re starting to feel better. I’ll leave you be for the rest of your... therapy.”
Saying not another word, Robert closed and bolted the door. Rather than head back over to the bed, where Summer cowered under a white sheet, he headed over to the wet bar and pulled open the mini fridge. Grabbing a cold beer for the both of them and flicking on the stereo to drown out any further interruptions, he cracked open the can and turned to look at her. As he lifted the beer to his lips, Robert froze. That double-edged sword of her aura was flaring again, only this time showing the innocent side, not the side that had just given him the best blow job he had ever had.
Setting the open beer down on the marble counter, he headed back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. His fingers reached to pry the white sheet away from her curves, but her grip tightened upon it, clutching it close. He frowned and released the sheet.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked gently. “Jimmy isn’t going to—”
“I’m a virgin, Robert,” she blurted out.
He barely blinked at her statement, but smiled softly, “Are you nervous?”
She nodded, “I don’t know... I mean I know that it will... but... shit...”
Leaning down he kissed her, “We don’t have to fuck right now if you don’t want to.”
“I d-do. I just....”
He kissed her again, “Baby, you gave me the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m content tonight. I don’t have to fuck you five ways until morning like Jimmy thinks I do. We don’t have to fuck right now if you don’t want to.”
Trembling slightly, Summer lifted the sheet, inviting him back into the bed with her. Rather than slide in immediately, Robert jumped up and turned off the overhead light, letting the soft lights from the city outside provide some illumination to the room. Only then did he slip under the pristine white covers with her, his hand slipping over her flat abdomen. Touching her baby soft skin awakened his arousal for her, but he shifted his hips away from her thigh, hoping to not frighten her into believing he wouldn’t stay true to his words. Instead of pulling away from him, she turned on her side, tucking her hands under the fluffy pillow, her large eyes meeting his. Smiling, Robert also turned on his side, though he reached out to brush her hair from her face before getting comfortable himself.
“I probably don’t need to know, but where did you learn to give head?”
She smirked, “Back home. When you released the four symbols album, I... well, you know, basic groupie story, I guess. Decided I wanted to meet you guys, but particularly you, and figured I needed to have something that other girls didn’t.”
“You don’t strike me at all like the girls downstairs,” he commented.
“Because I’m a virgin and haven’t spread my legs yet?”
“No. There’s more to you than those groupie bitches downstairs. You’re from San Francisco right?”
“Close enough,” she replied. “What difference does that make?”
His fingers traced the outline of her body, working down her leg towards her knee. Without speaking, he guided her leg around his hip, bending her knee just so that he could reach down and touch her foot. His fingers lightly touched her foot even though he felt her tense and attempt to pull it away.
“Do you live in the city in San Francisco?” he asked. “Do you ever wear shoes?”
She started to pull away, “I’m sorry. I’m not like—”
“No, Summer, don’t you run away from me,” Robert declared, his hand moving from her knee to holding her hip. “I like that you’re not like those girls downstairs. I like that you’re natural and seemingly uninhibited, though a bit reticent at times. And I have to admit, the fact you didn’t throw yourself at me when we ran into each other in the hallway made quite the first impression. So don’t you go running away now. Besides, where would you go?”
There was a cockiness in his statement, something he hadn’t really exhibited with her before, but something she had completely expected him to be like. If she really thought about it, he had not behaved as she expected. He hadn’t scooped her up in the hallway, an unplanned meeting, and carried her back to his cave to fuck her silly. He had actually been a gentleman most of the evening. But now she could hear the rock star in his voice. Had this been a big mistake? Had she gotten into something far over her head? She was only fourteen; what did she think she was doing? He was—
“Summer?” his words interrupted her internal dialog. “Baby?”
“I’m a fourteen year old virgin from a commune outside San Francisco who is way, way over her head,” she blurted out, trying to pull away from him again. “I don’t belong here and you don’t need me here.”
His arm tightened around her waist, “Fuck all of that. I don’t care how old you are. I love that you’re not from here, but rather where I would spend all of my days if I could. Fuck everything else.”
Her eyes held his, “I’m fourteen, Robert. About to turn fifteen, yes, but still I’mfourteen. Do you still want me in your bed?”
He grasped her hand and placed it on his half-erection, “What do you think?”
“I’m fourteen.”
“Do you want me? Isn’t this why you came here?” he asked, ever aware her hand hadn’t left his cock. “If I let you go right now, Jimmy or Cole will certainly pounce on you. You’re beautiful and sexy. And they will fuck that innocence away without even a thought. Do you want me?”
His words hung in the air for a long moment as she tried to decide the correct answer. Weighing what she knew of Robert, what she knew of the band, and what she knew of herself against everything he had said and done in the few hours they had known each other, Summer slowly reached a decision. She did want him.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock, lightly squeezing as she replied, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
Smiling he kept the arm around her waist, letting his hand slip to cup her ass, Robert kissed her again. Slowly she warmed up to the kiss, opening her lips more, inviting his invading tongue. Her hand left his cock, having not stroked him but holding him gently, and rested gently upon his hip. He pressed forward, his hand slipping down her ass to the leg still trapped around him, moving his cock closer to her sex. Rather than continue with his motions, his hand left her outer thigh and reached up to cup her small breast. His lips left hers and he slowly began to push her onto her back. With her leg still wrapped around him, Robert’s slow, purposeful rolling lined him up to thrust into her instantly if he wanted. And oh did he want, but not yet. For whatever reason, perhaps because he was sober, Robert had no desire to quickly fuck her. He wanted her first experience to not suck, especially since he was certain if he lit the fire just perfectly within her, she would be his always.
His hand left her breast and slipped between her legs. He traced up and down her slit, never penetrating, but touching her just enough to get her to spread her thighs, to purr softly. His lips nibbled along her collarbone, pausing in the hollow in the center as his finger dipped in to stir her honey. Slowly he began to wiggle his fingers between her petals. Rather than push into her virginal hole, Robert’s fingers wiggled up and down her slit, his pointer finger tracing around the swollen bud at the apex.
“Robert,” she moaned, shifting her hips.
His lips left her collarbone as he stretched up to kiss her mouth, “Do you want me to continue?”
“Oh yes.”
Slowly his hand worked back down to her entrance, leaving her bud crying for more. While his other hand tweaked and fondled her breast, his middle finger gently slipped inside of her. He felt her body instantly react to the invasion, tightening about his digit. He groaned as he suckled her ear, knowing full well the kinds of delights coming his way once he worked his cock inside of her. Slowly stroking his finger in and our of her, Robert felt her juices ooze out along his finger. Without much hesitation, he slid another finger into her tight body, ever aware she would need to accept at least three finger to be able to accommodate him. Stroke after stroke, her body warmed up to him, allowing his third finger to slip within.
And then suddenly her body seized up. His name was caught on her lips in a low moan, her entire body and soul vibrating around him. Part of him wanted to keep stroking her, take her blasting through another orgasm. But he also knew this was the perfect opportunity to slide his cock deep into her. With this thought in mind, both hands went to her thighs, pulling them open. His eyes went down as his right hand closed over his cock to guide it in place. Seeing that her petals still pulsed with her orgasm, Robert lined his tip up with her entrance. His lips slammed down on hers as he thrust hard and fast into her body, breaking her thin barrier in one stroke.
Slowly moving in and out of her, but never pulling much out at all, he showered her face with kisses, licking the few escaped tears. Her eyes went to his and he watched as the pain slowly subsided. He knew he had violated her in a deeper way than she had imagined, had filled her more than she thought she could handle. And by god he hoped to ruin her for all men.
“Oh please,” she groaned.
And he knew he had her.
Slowly he began to slid out of her, drawing back until his cock would have slipped out of a looser woman. Summer was tighter than any woman he had ever been with, even the few virgins he remembered deflowering. Her body fit his like a silken glove and soon they were moving in a seductive, primordial dance. Her legs wrapped about his body, not allowing him to pull out all that much. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her short fingernails leaving small crescent moons upon his skin. Her head pressed back into the pillow, baring her throat for him to lick and suck as she moaned for his love.
Having climaxed an hour before deep into her throat, Robert didn’t expect his climax to come all that quickly. But with the way her body held his, the way she was panting and moaning his name, the way her fingers drew out his own moans, he wasn’t sure he could hold on all that long. But he didn’t want to cum before she did; he had to hold out for the golden minx below him.
“Baaaaaby,” he moaned, pumping in her.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” she groaned softly. “Oh fuuuuuck.”
Pushing as deeply into her body as he could, Robert felt the tip of his cock bump her cervix just as his balls pressed against her ass. Her body instantly clamped down around him, her entire body reacting in waves of pleasure. He barely inched his cock out before he too reached that sexual zenith, his entire life force expelled with a guttural moan and the shooting of his seed deep into her body. He didn’t even attempt to move until her body stopped pulsing and his stopped trying to work its way deeper in her.
His lips kissed hers as he slowly disengaged his body from hers. Not even caring that he was likely covered with her virginal blood as well as her sexy honey, Robert slipped to her side, his arms cradling her gently. Their legs remained tangled, his head resting on the pillow next to hers. His eyes focused on her face as her eyes remained closed, her lips slightly swollen as short breaths still passed from her lungs. His fingers reached up and brushed the matted hair away from her forehead before tucking his own behind his ear.
Eyes fluttering open, she looked into his, “Robert, I...”
“Shhh,” he breathed, his hand reaching up to touch her lips. “Words aren’t necessary.”
“Thank you.”
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol and drug use, sex]
Summary: Summer and Robert bond... naked.
Nearly the words ‘I don’t need to’ tumbled out of his mouth, but Robert managed to bite them back. However any decent response also avoided his mouth. The longer he looked into her eyes, the less he could think coherently. The deep shade of sapphire staring back at him completely entranced him. He could not believe this golden goddess stood before him. She was unlike any of the other girls who slipped into hotels and backstage hoping for famous dick. Maybe it was how she looked at him with her large eyes, unashamed and yet not cocky at all. Or maybe it was her humble bare feet, not strapped into teetering stilettos or platforms. There was an all-natural vibe about her. And it invited him in unlike anything before.
“Well that, baby, is easily remedied,” he held out his hand. “I’m Robert.”
She smiled a sweet little smile, one that quickly worked sunshine into ever cell of his body, and grasped his hand, “Summer.”
He flashed her a smile, not releasing her hand, “What a beautiful name. May I take you to dinner?”
“Yes, you may.”
Without much thought, he dipped down and kissed her soft pink lips before twirling her about to head towards the elevator, his hand shifting to hold the one closest to him. She kept her eyes downcast as he reached to press the elevator button, a soft flush warming her cheeks. Robert found that very endearing. Most of the time groupies were bold and outrageous, willing to walk down the hallways naked to get the band’s attention. For some reason he had a feeling the little flower holding his hand would not be like that. But then again it could be an act and he was so completely out of it that he wasn’t reading it as such. Regardless, he stole another kiss before the elevator doors opened.
Stepping out of the lift when it reached the ground floor, Robert glanced at the front desk agents, both of whom seemed to be a bit surprised that he was there, even more so that a pretty young thing held his hand. His gaze flicked to the cafe full of groupies, all of whom seemed to leap forward at motion in the lobby, but where held in check by the security guys who suddenly appeared to protect the singer. The pair were rushed into a car that appeared just as magically as the security officers.
“Rainbow?” the driver asked, glancing at Robert in the rearview mirror.
“No, actually. We would like some out of the way diner, please,” he responded.
The driver seemed confused, stared unblinkingly at the singer, “Are you certain, Mr. Plant? The others are—”
“A diner,” he confirmed.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of diner. The driver looked pointedly at Robert trying to decide if he was really serious or not. But the singer merely smiled and opened the door, helping Summer out a moment later. His hand went to the small of her back and he ushered her into the diner. Within a few steps the entire establishment went silent. They clearly knew who he was, something he was rather hoping to avoid. He should have known better.
“A booth in the corner, if you have one,” he requested.
“Right this way,” the hostess declared, turning with two menus in hand.
Letting Summer slid into the booth first, Robert sat beside her, as close as comfort would allow. He watched her position her large shoulder bag in the empty space to her right, wondering why she hadn’t left it at the hotel before remembering she had gone to the wrong floor. Suddenly that belief rang cautionary in his mind. Had she really gone to the wrong floor or was she really just a costumed LA girl?
“So, Summer,” he stated casually, pretending to unfold and look at the menu, “where are you from?”
“Outside San Francisco,” she responded without thought, her eyes flicking over the paper in her hand.
Robert visually relaxed, “First time in LA?”
“Yes. Don’t think my treatment of you means I don’t know who you are. I’m here to see you guys perform,” Summer declared.
“But our show is in Long Beach,” he pointed out.
“Yes well, you guys base yourselves out of LA, so I figured that was good enough for me,” she proclaimed, turning the menu over.
“Baby,” he leaned closer, “are you intending to stay at the Riot House long?”
Her eyes went to his, “No, just tonight. I haven’t enough money to stay any longer.”
Concern flashed in his eyes, “How much did they charge you for your room?”
“One hundred dollars.”
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, eyes going to their waitress who set glasses of water in front of them with trembling hands. “They charged you twice a nightly rate for one night.”
“They did?” she looked to him.
“When we get back, I’m going to talk to them and get your money back. You’ll stay with me,” Robert declared.
“Oh no. I can’t do that,” Summer argued. “You’re already buying my dinner. I can’t possibly let you—”
He kissed her to silence her protest, “You most certainly can. I’m sure we can think of a decent trade; something that would suit you.”
Her face turned back to the menu, concealing a slight smile, “If you insist.”
“I do.”
“Are you... are you ready to order, sir?” the waitress who stood nearby meekly spoke up.
Robert looked back to the menu, “Give us a minute, if you would.”
She backed away from the table, clearly not wanting to show her back to the rockstar for whatever reason. Hiding her amusement by reading over the menu, Summer tried to find something to eat. Having taken a hit not long before and really not eating most of the trip, she was in fact hungry, but did not want Robert to think she was some starving little girl. Holding back on the desire to order and entire cow to eat, not thinking that would even be possible and she didn’t know what cow tasted like anyways, Summer chose a simple sandwich, figuring it was a safe bet.
“Have you decided?” Robert asked, leaning over and practically breathing down her shirt.
Summer leaned away from him, ever aware where his attention really was, “I have.”
“Sweetheart,” he raised his voice, waving the waitress back over.
After both had placed their orders, he ordering steak, Robert comfortably draped his arm on the back of the booth, surreptitiously around Summer. Thinking nothing of it, she shifted in the booth, trying to get comfortable, a difficult task with the older man once more looking her over. Ever self-conscious bone in her body was buzzing, wondering what he saw, if he liked what he saw, how long it would be until he sent her away and went in search of one of the plastic girls in the lobby. It was coming; she could feel it nearing with each sweep of his eyes over her body.
“You’re very pretty,” he declared softly, reaching to flip a long curl from her shoulder.
Her eyes snapped to his, her lips parting slightly in surprise. He smiled crookedly and stole a kiss from her, ignoring the waitress as she set glasses in front of them. His left hand moved from her knee, slipping under her blouse. Unabashedly his fingers caressed the soft skin of her flat abdomen, slowly working upwards. His middle finger barely grazed the under swell of her small breast before the waitress returned with their dinner, causing him to pull away. Both the waitress and Summer flushed at the intrusion, but Robert merely sat back in the booth, slipped his arm out from behind the young girl, and reached for his plate.
“This looks wonderful,” he commented, eyes on the sloppy steak and potatoes. “Thank you.”
Slipping into the hotel through a back entrance, surprisingly keeping his hands off the blond at his side during the ride, Robert headed up to the front desk. From the buzz in the lobby, he knew the rest of the band had returned. Aware of the extra security who were filtering all access to the hotel, he frowned slightly. California was not what it used to be. Shaking his head, he sighed and approached the front desk, holding protectively onto Summer’s hand.
“Can I help you, Mr. Plant?” the young man behind the counter asked, eyes briefly flicking to Summer.
“Summer is going to be checking out of her room, one she never visited,” he declared, holding out his empty hand for her to hand him her room key. “And you’re going to completely refund her money, especially since you overcharged her.”
The desk agent looked at him for a long moment, “I’m sorry, Mr. Plant, but hotel policy is no refunds. I—”
“I do not care what your hotel policy is. She was never even in the fucking room. If you need to go up there to fucking check, then do so. We will wait,” he growled.
A slightly older man stepped up to the desk and handed over the one hundred dollars, “My apologies, Mr. Plant. Here is Miss Davis’s refund in full. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
He released Summer’s hand to count the money quickly, before gesturing at the younger man, “Yeah. Fire his ass.”
Handing the stack of small bills to Summer, something that bothered him but he wasn’t about to demand larger currency, Robert took her hand once more and lead her towards the elevator. She could feel the predatory glares from the other girls, kept firmly in place by a tiny legion of very large men. Without a doubt they were sizing her up, looking for some weakness in which to exploit and take her spot next to Robert. But none of the LA girls had a chance, for the two slipped into the elevator, heading up to the party haven.
Stopping the elevator mid-rise, Robert turned to Summer, “We’re about to walk into the mouth of Hell.”
“I know,” she responded, dark sapphire eyes turned to his.
He kissed her, “We won’t stop to play, regardless of what they say.”
“Whatever you say.”
Robert pressed the floor button again, sending the lift back on its upward climb. However he turned his attention completely to the young girl and pulled her possessively towards him, his mouth completely covering hers. His hands pressed her back, bringing her closer to him. As his tongue rolled over hers, Robert couldn’t help but realize how sweet she tasted, regardless of the fact they had supped not long before. His mind and his cock instantly jumped to thoughts of how sweet she would taste elsewhere.
When the door slid open, he reluctantly pulled out of the kiss and lead her out. Loud music echoed down the hall. People sat on the carpet in various stages of dress and various stages of intoxication. Summer’s eyes stayed mostly downcast, which meant those who laid on the floor met her eyes, some reached for her. Robert kicked hands away, shrugged off offers from others. He even blew off Jimmy, digging out his key to his room without pause instead.
Protected in Robert’s room, chain slid over the door as well, Summer pulled away from him and looked around. She had never been in such a fancy room, not that she had ever been in a hotel before at all as it were. She was nearly afraid to touch anything, afraid to break something, mark something. But before she could explore too much, Robert stepped behind her, his hands going to her shoulders, his lips to her neck. Tilting her head slightly, Summer closed her eyes and allowed him to do what he wanted for a few moments, certain that his expert mouth was going to leave a mark on her milky skin. His fingers slipped her bag off her shoulder, absently tossing it out of the way before he turned her to face him. Their eyes met briefly before he kissed her softly again.
“Tell me,” Robert breathed, “did you rent that room just to get past security?”
Her eyes wavered slightly, “Yes. And no. I truly had no place to stay tonight. But I also never thought it would lead to this.”
He smiled crookedly and dipped down to kiss her again, “Tell me, Summer, did you come here to fuck?”
She shook her head, eyes closing as his fingers went to the purple ribbon of her blouse, “No. I just wanted to meet you. Tell you that... that...”
His lips touched her collar bone, “Tell me what, Summer?”
“That you’re... a... amazing,” Summer’s knees nearly buckled when he slipped her blouse off her shoulders, causing it to slid down her arms, flutter to the shag carpet.
Robert knelt before her, putting his lips nearly level with her budding breasts, “No, Summer, you are.”
Her eyes fluttered open as his lips touched her rosebud nipples, parting ever so slightly to suck the right one into his mouth. Her hands went to his head, fingers weaving in his long dirty blond hair. More to steady herself than anything while he suckled her nipple until it was a hard tight bud before moving to the other, Summer clung to his head.
“Robert,” she moaned, “I cannot.... I cannot....”
“I know, baby,” he smiled against her breast before quickly standing.
His arms circled her and he lifted the petite girl from the floor, carrying her over to the large bed. Laying her gingerly upon the white blanket, Robert pulled his shirt off, tossing it carelessly behind him. Without any adieu at all, he unbuttoned his jeans after kicking off his shoes, and peeled them off. Meanwhile, Summer had lifted her hips and removed her own jeans, tossing them over the edge of the bed and scooted up. Despite the fact she was now completely nude, only anklets, bracelets and her father’s lucky pendant decorating her slight frame, Summer did not display herself to Robert like so many other girls would have. Instead she crossed her legs at her ankles, demurely covered her breast with one arm while the other hand covered her sex. Her sudden modesty made him even more crazy for her and he quickly discarded his briefs and crawled towards her.
Lifting the first hand he reached, Robert’s finger intertwined with her as he leaned down and kissed her hairless mound. He briefly wondered if she was hairless by choice or if she had yet to grow pubic hair. Brushing that aside, thinking her expert kisses earlier were evidence enough, he continued to kiss up her body. His fingers removed her other hand and once more he showered her small breasts with kisses.
“Robert,” she breathed, wiggling underneath his kisses.
Skipping up to her lips, Robert kissed her deeply, swallowing a groan as her fingers reached down and brushed his cock fleetingly. His hips twitched forward, hoping she would get the hint and wrap her soft hand around him. Her hand hesitated but soon engulfed his pulsating heat within her tender grasp. Slowly she traced the veins up his shaft and back down. Oh how he wanted her to guide him into her dewy heat. Yet despite the desire oozing through his veins and hopefully through hers as well, Summer did not uncross her ankles, did not beckon him into her gates. Twice she touched him so softly he nearly forgot her hand was caressing him. The third stroke her fingers tightened around the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to make his hips twitch, and lightened the pressure towards the tip. Groaning, he gave up on kissing her as she played with his sex, and pressed his forehead into the pillow next to her ear, groaning and moaning into the down.
“Do you... do you want to cum?” she asked.
“Not.... yet...” he responded.
Summer turned her face and kissed his cheek before responding, “Let me taste you, Robert.”
“Oh god,” he murmured, feeling a sense of loss when her hand withdrew from touching him. “Yessssss, please.”
Rather than just pull away from her and let her do whatever it was she wanted, Robert rolled the two of them, groaning as his cock brushed her pubic mound. Oh how he wanted to forgo the sucking and get right to the fucking. She had to be tight and perfect. He was certain of it. She grinned seductively, clearly enjoying the fact she had the upper hand. Summer drank of his kiss for a long few moments before she began to slid down his body. As she began to kiss and nip down his body, her legs parted, falling on either side of his. Robert moaned as he felt the soft, wet kiss of her lower lips as they touched his upper thigh. Waiting to be buried in her became harder with each passing second.
But then her lips stopped just above his engorged member and all of his thoughts and desires swirled around the little minx’s mouth. Sitting fully up, she tossed her hair back, both hands circling his cock. She stroked him a few times while she wiggled her hips into place, pressing her wetness even more against his legs. And then she leaned down, her dark pink tongue darting out to lick the tip of his penis. As her hair fell about her work in a soft golden curtain, tickling his very sensitive skin lightly, her tongue swirled around his entire length, tracing each bulging vein before she pressed his cock towards his stomach and lightly suckled on his scrotum. Her fingers danced up and down him as she sucked and Robert was certain if she wasn’t careful he would shoot into her lovely hair before too long. Seemingly reading his body’s signs, Summer left her actions behind, licking back up to the oozing tip. As her lips parted and eased down over him, one hand fondled his balls while the other squeezed the base of his cock.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned.
Because of her hair, he couldn’t watch his cock disappear into her mouth, but he could feel every single movement she made. Her tongue slurped and swirled, slowly taking more and more of him into her. Her hands worked what her mouth did not hold, keeping his orgasm so close to the surface yet seemingly at bay. He was certain when she did let him cum, it was going to be explosive.
He felt the tip of his cock bump into the back of her throat. Fully expecting her to pull back and work her magic as she had already, Robert gasped when she pushed further and he popped into her throat. Her strong grip on the base of his cock released, allowing him to fully enter her. He groaned as her fingers once again went back to fondling his balls as her mouth moved up and down on him. So very close to his plateau he shot for the stars when her fingers strayed from their play to draw a fingernail along the sensitive skin between his cock and ass. Robert could nearly make out the symbols she was tracing on that very skin, but suddenly it all didn’t matter. The tingle at the base of his spin exploded and his hips pressed up from the bed. As he pushed up, she pushed down, feeling the ripple and pulse of his cock shooting down her throat. He grunted and groaned, his hands on her head, a part of him surprised at her skills.
Slowly Summer began to withdraw while he still sputtered. Her lips remained fastened strongly about him as his cock eased out of her throat, the throbbing beginning to subside. She swallowed twice before allowing him to pull out of her mouth. Licking his cock once more to make sure none of the stickiness remained, her hand pushed her hair out of her eyes and she looked up at Robert.
“You fucking little minx,” he breathed. “I don’t think... I don’t think.... come here.”
His hands slipped into her armpits and Robert pulled her up his body. His cock, though deflated, was still excited by the feel of her soft body against his skin. He did not think it would take much time at all to recover, especially with touching her, feeling her, tasting her. But before he could even begin his seduction of her, a knock sounded at the door. Summer instantly tensed and attempted to pull away. Robert’s arms remained around her, holding her to him.
“Ignore them. They can’t get in. They won’t get in,” he declared, kissing her ear.
“But, Robert, I’m—”
“HEYA, PERCY! JANE’S GOT SOME GOOD SHIT. DO YOU WANT SOME!?” Jimmy’s voice shouted through the door.
Shifting Summer off of him, Robert kissed her once more and padded over to the door. Undoing the deadbolt with a glance to the young blond as she scurried to get under the covers and hide her body from prying eyes, he left the chain in place. His blue eyes went to the dark eyes of the guitarist. Making no moves to hide the fact he was naked and slightly aroused, Robert glared at Jimmy.
“Go the fuck away and make sure everyone else leaves me the fuck alone,” Robert declared darkly.
The guitarist looked the singer up and down and grinned, “I see you’re starting to feel better. I’ll leave you be for the rest of your... therapy.”
Saying not another word, Robert closed and bolted the door. Rather than head back over to the bed, where Summer cowered under a white sheet, he headed over to the wet bar and pulled open the mini fridge. Grabbing a cold beer for the both of them and flicking on the stereo to drown out any further interruptions, he cracked open the can and turned to look at her. As he lifted the beer to his lips, Robert froze. That double-edged sword of her aura was flaring again, only this time showing the innocent side, not the side that had just given him the best blow job he had ever had.
Setting the open beer down on the marble counter, he headed back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. His fingers reached to pry the white sheet away from her curves, but her grip tightened upon it, clutching it close. He frowned and released the sheet.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked gently. “Jimmy isn’t going to—”
“I’m a virgin, Robert,” she blurted out.
He barely blinked at her statement, but smiled softly, “Are you nervous?”
She nodded, “I don’t know... I mean I know that it will... but... shit...”
Leaning down he kissed her, “We don’t have to fuck right now if you don’t want to.”
“I d-do. I just....”
He kissed her again, “Baby, you gave me the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m content tonight. I don’t have to fuck you five ways until morning like Jimmy thinks I do. We don’t have to fuck right now if you don’t want to.”
Trembling slightly, Summer lifted the sheet, inviting him back into the bed with her. Rather than slide in immediately, Robert jumped up and turned off the overhead light, letting the soft lights from the city outside provide some illumination to the room. Only then did he slip under the pristine white covers with her, his hand slipping over her flat abdomen. Touching her baby soft skin awakened his arousal for her, but he shifted his hips away from her thigh, hoping to not frighten her into believing he wouldn’t stay true to his words. Instead of pulling away from him, she turned on her side, tucking her hands under the fluffy pillow, her large eyes meeting his. Smiling, Robert also turned on his side, though he reached out to brush her hair from her face before getting comfortable himself.
“I probably don’t need to know, but where did you learn to give head?”
She smirked, “Back home. When you released the four symbols album, I... well, you know, basic groupie story, I guess. Decided I wanted to meet you guys, but particularly you, and figured I needed to have something that other girls didn’t.”
“You don’t strike me at all like the girls downstairs,” he commented.
“Because I’m a virgin and haven’t spread my legs yet?”
“No. There’s more to you than those groupie bitches downstairs. You’re from San Francisco right?”
“Close enough,” she replied. “What difference does that make?”
His fingers traced the outline of her body, working down her leg towards her knee. Without speaking, he guided her leg around his hip, bending her knee just so that he could reach down and touch her foot. His fingers lightly touched her foot even though he felt her tense and attempt to pull it away.
“Do you live in the city in San Francisco?” he asked. “Do you ever wear shoes?”
She started to pull away, “I’m sorry. I’m not like—”
“No, Summer, don’t you run away from me,” Robert declared, his hand moving from her knee to holding her hip. “I like that you’re not like those girls downstairs. I like that you’re natural and seemingly uninhibited, though a bit reticent at times. And I have to admit, the fact you didn’t throw yourself at me when we ran into each other in the hallway made quite the first impression. So don’t you go running away now. Besides, where would you go?”
There was a cockiness in his statement, something he hadn’t really exhibited with her before, but something she had completely expected him to be like. If she really thought about it, he had not behaved as she expected. He hadn’t scooped her up in the hallway, an unplanned meeting, and carried her back to his cave to fuck her silly. He had actually been a gentleman most of the evening. But now she could hear the rock star in his voice. Had this been a big mistake? Had she gotten into something far over her head? She was only fourteen; what did she think she was doing? He was—
“Summer?” his words interrupted her internal dialog. “Baby?”
“I’m a fourteen year old virgin from a commune outside San Francisco who is way, way over her head,” she blurted out, trying to pull away from him again. “I don’t belong here and you don’t need me here.”
His arm tightened around her waist, “Fuck all of that. I don’t care how old you are. I love that you’re not from here, but rather where I would spend all of my days if I could. Fuck everything else.”
Her eyes held his, “I’m fourteen, Robert. About to turn fifteen, yes, but still I’mfourteen. Do you still want me in your bed?”
He grasped her hand and placed it on his half-erection, “What do you think?”
“I’m fourteen.”
“Do you want me? Isn’t this why you came here?” he asked, ever aware her hand hadn’t left his cock. “If I let you go right now, Jimmy or Cole will certainly pounce on you. You’re beautiful and sexy. And they will fuck that innocence away without even a thought. Do you want me?”
His words hung in the air for a long moment as she tried to decide the correct answer. Weighing what she knew of Robert, what she knew of the band, and what she knew of herself against everything he had said and done in the few hours they had known each other, Summer slowly reached a decision. She did want him.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock, lightly squeezing as she replied, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
Smiling he kept the arm around her waist, letting his hand slip to cup her ass, Robert kissed her again. Slowly she warmed up to the kiss, opening her lips more, inviting his invading tongue. Her hand left his cock, having not stroked him but holding him gently, and rested gently upon his hip. He pressed forward, his hand slipping down her ass to the leg still trapped around him, moving his cock closer to her sex. Rather than continue with his motions, his hand left her outer thigh and reached up to cup her small breast. His lips left hers and he slowly began to push her onto her back. With her leg still wrapped around him, Robert’s slow, purposeful rolling lined him up to thrust into her instantly if he wanted. And oh did he want, but not yet. For whatever reason, perhaps because he was sober, Robert had no desire to quickly fuck her. He wanted her first experience to not suck, especially since he was certain if he lit the fire just perfectly within her, she would be his always.
His hand left her breast and slipped between her legs. He traced up and down her slit, never penetrating, but touching her just enough to get her to spread her thighs, to purr softly. His lips nibbled along her collarbone, pausing in the hollow in the center as his finger dipped in to stir her honey. Slowly he began to wiggle his fingers between her petals. Rather than push into her virginal hole, Robert’s fingers wiggled up and down her slit, his pointer finger tracing around the swollen bud at the apex.
“Robert,” she moaned, shifting her hips.
His lips left her collarbone as he stretched up to kiss her mouth, “Do you want me to continue?”
“Oh yes.”
Slowly his hand worked back down to her entrance, leaving her bud crying for more. While his other hand tweaked and fondled her breast, his middle finger gently slipped inside of her. He felt her body instantly react to the invasion, tightening about his digit. He groaned as he suckled her ear, knowing full well the kinds of delights coming his way once he worked his cock inside of her. Slowly stroking his finger in and our of her, Robert felt her juices ooze out along his finger. Without much hesitation, he slid another finger into her tight body, ever aware she would need to accept at least three finger to be able to accommodate him. Stroke after stroke, her body warmed up to him, allowing his third finger to slip within.
And then suddenly her body seized up. His name was caught on her lips in a low moan, her entire body and soul vibrating around him. Part of him wanted to keep stroking her, take her blasting through another orgasm. But he also knew this was the perfect opportunity to slide his cock deep into her. With this thought in mind, both hands went to her thighs, pulling them open. His eyes went down as his right hand closed over his cock to guide it in place. Seeing that her petals still pulsed with her orgasm, Robert lined his tip up with her entrance. His lips slammed down on hers as he thrust hard and fast into her body, breaking her thin barrier in one stroke.
Slowly moving in and out of her, but never pulling much out at all, he showered her face with kisses, licking the few escaped tears. Her eyes went to his and he watched as the pain slowly subsided. He knew he had violated her in a deeper way than she had imagined, had filled her more than she thought she could handle. And by god he hoped to ruin her for all men.
“Oh please,” she groaned.
And he knew he had her.
Slowly he began to slid out of her, drawing back until his cock would have slipped out of a looser woman. Summer was tighter than any woman he had ever been with, even the few virgins he remembered deflowering. Her body fit his like a silken glove and soon they were moving in a seductive, primordial dance. Her legs wrapped about his body, not allowing him to pull out all that much. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her short fingernails leaving small crescent moons upon his skin. Her head pressed back into the pillow, baring her throat for him to lick and suck as she moaned for his love.
Having climaxed an hour before deep into her throat, Robert didn’t expect his climax to come all that quickly. But with the way her body held his, the way she was panting and moaning his name, the way her fingers drew out his own moans, he wasn’t sure he could hold on all that long. But he didn’t want to cum before she did; he had to hold out for the golden minx below him.
“Baaaaaby,” he moaned, pumping in her.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” she groaned softly. “Oh fuuuuuck.”
Pushing as deeply into her body as he could, Robert felt the tip of his cock bump her cervix just as his balls pressed against her ass. Her body instantly clamped down around him, her entire body reacting in waves of pleasure. He barely inched his cock out before he too reached that sexual zenith, his entire life force expelled with a guttural moan and the shooting of his seed deep into her body. He didn’t even attempt to move until her body stopped pulsing and his stopped trying to work its way deeper in her.
His lips kissed hers as he slowly disengaged his body from hers. Not even caring that he was likely covered with her virginal blood as well as her sexy honey, Robert slipped to her side, his arms cradling her gently. Their legs remained tangled, his head resting on the pillow next to hers. His eyes focused on her face as her eyes remained closed, her lips slightly swollen as short breaths still passed from her lungs. His fingers reached up and brushed the matted hair away from her forehead before tucking his own behind his ear.
Eyes fluttering open, she looked into his, “Robert, I...”
“Shhh,” he breathed, his hand reaching up to touch her lips. “Words aren’t necessary.”
“Thank you.”
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