Keeping Lance

October 20, 2014 Erotica

I don’t hear the door open so I don’t know that Rick is outside until he wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing his hard erection against my ass. I’m unable to move as he pulls me tighter against the front of his body.

“Don’t go,” he whispers in my ear, his breath making me shiver. “Please, baby, don’t go…”

“You don’t need me here,” I say softly, pressing my ass against him without even realizing I’m doing it.

He moves his hands to my waist and starts grinding his prick against me.

“I need you. So long… oh God I’ve missed you….” he whispers in my ear as he runs his tongue up and down the outside, making me groan.

I’m still angry, but it has been so long. Months since I felt his dick inside me. Months since he’s touched me, kissed me. When his hand moves to the front and grips my dick through my jeans, I know I’m not going anywhere. At least not yet.

I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, my tongue forcing its way into his open mouth. Our first kiss after so long is heated and angry. Our teeth are colliding with the movements of our mouths and tongues. Never breaking the kiss, Rick grabs my legs and lifts me up, my legs automatically wrapping tightly around his body. He starts walking.

I don’t pay attention to our surroundings, so involved in being in Rick’s arms again after so much time. Months I’ve lain in bed jerking my cock to the memories of being fucked by my former stepfather. Months of being lonely and feeling like I was no longer wanted. So many random fucks with strangers, and even my then boyfriend, closing my eyes and fantasizing that my ass was being taken by the only man I’ve ever loved.

Rick carries me into his large garage, where he keeps his more expensive vehicles. He may not have gone nuts with his fortune when he gained it, but he does have a passion for cars, most of which are classics. I don’t break the kiss to see, or care, which one he presses me against. All I care about is my ass being filled by his thick cock.

Placing me on the hood of the vehicle, he pulls back from the kiss and jerks his shirt over his head, tossing it on the roof of the car. I do the same, and then place my phone back in the pocket of my jeans. I don’t take my eyes off the sexy man in front of me. I am unbuttoning my jeans when Rick groans. I know why when his fingers touch the silver hoop going through my sensitive left nipple, causing me to groan.

The piercings came to be when I was out with Marc a few months back. He had just fucked me against the dirty wall of a tattoo and piercing parlor. Both of us, more than a little drunk, stumbled our way inside and before we knew it we were howling out in pain as a big butch guy was shoving the hoops through our nipples. Hurt like fuck for days, but now there are no words to describe the feeling I get when they are touched, or in the case of Rick right now, tugged.

Rick abandons his undressing and leans in and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, pulling back with the ring between his teeth. My hands go in his hair and press him tight against my chest. My nipples are so sensitive the tugging of the rings immediately goes straight to my cock, that is now leaking precum all over the inside of my underwear. It’s so hard it’s aching.

He pulls his head back to ask, “When did you get the rings?” and then he goes back to doing crazy things with his tongue.

With a groan, I say, “Few months ago. Marc and I got it done together.”

Rick freezes at the sound of my former lover’s name but I don’t take the time to ask why. He pulls back from my nipple and kicks his shoes and socks off, looking angry. In no time he is standing before me gloriously naked, his jeans and boxers in a puddle on the garage floor. He grabs my feet and pulls my shoes and socks off.

“Take off your jeans, Lance,” he says with authority when he pulls back.

I lean back on the hood of what I can now tell is a shiny black Charger. A new toy of Rick’s, I suppose.

I finish unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. My hands are at the waistband, about to push them below my hips, when Rick grabs them and yanks them down and off. He puts his hand inside my front jean pocket and turns back to me holding a small tube of lube, but no condom. I lift an eyebrow, but he ignores it.

Rick shoves me on my back on the hood of the car, forcing my legs open in the process. He presses a now-lubed finger roughly in my asshole. When I feel the large finger inside my small hole, I lift my hips, silently begging for more. He moves his finger in and out for a few seconds before introducing another alongside it, spreading them to stretch my opening. He does this forcibly with a furious look on his face. On top of the anger, I see sadness. For a moment, though I know I’m only deluding myself, I swear I see something else. There is no time to analyze it before Rick is pulling back from my body and lubing up his dick.

With little in the way of prep, he lifts my legs and places them behind his back. He guides the head of his dick to my hole and pushes it all the way inside in one long thrust. I cry out in pain. Rick gives my tight hole a few minutes to adjust, gently putting his arms around me and pulling my body where it is flush with his. He leans down and licks the tears off my cheeks. The tears I didn’t realize were still falling.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispers. “Please don’t cry. I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”

“I’ve missed you,” I say softly.

“I’ve missed you too. So much,” he whispers before pulling almost completely out and then pressing his cock back in. He does this again and again, pulling out slowly and shoving back in with hard thrusts, his hands now squeezing the cheeks of my ass. My muscles begin to relax and I pull him tighter against me, my legs tight around his back and my arms around his neck, pulling him down for another hard kiss.

That’s all the encouragement he needs to start fucking me hard and fast. No more gentleness. No more words. The only sounds are those of our bodies slapping together, our heavy breathing, and our moans. I reach between us and grab my dick and start stroking as Rick moves his cock in and out of my ass. I won’t last long. I haven’t had him inside me in so long that I know I have to cum now. I wish I could make it last. I wish I could hold onto the moment forever. That is not to be. A few quick strokes of my dick and I’m cumming on both of our chests. Rick’s thrusts become erratic, and with my name on his lips, he grinds against me one last time and is yelling out his own orgasm.

He doesn’t pull out of me right away. I want to savor the feeling of him inside me, of being held close after so many months apart. I want to kiss him softly and then look him in the eyes and tell him how much he means to me, how much I love him. I want to share how my heart aches knowing he is so far away, or in the bed of another. I want to do this and so much more, but I know my heart couldn’t handle the rejection if I did. He’d be kind, but it would still be words I couldn’t bear to hear.

I would be reminded of the large age difference between us. I would be told that what I think I feel isn’t real, that I only believe I love him because he’s a father figure to me. I would be encouraged to move on and find someone else to love – someone who would return those feelings. I know Rick Preston too well. He would kindly push me away, and then go back to the bed of his girlfriend believing he had done the right thing by me.

When he finally eases his soft, wet cock out of my ass, I allow him to.

I’m expecting an “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened” but instead I am given a hand off the hood of the black car and pulled back into his arms, his wet dick rubbing against my pubes. We pull away a few feet and he turns me where my naked ass is pressed against his front, his arms wound tightly around me from behind.

“Happy birthday, Lance,” he whispers softly in my ear.

About the Author

A blogger by day, at night Candi Kay transforms into a writer of various genres, with an emphasis on the kinky and erotic. Author of the bi-erotica Taking Lance and Keeping Lance, and the upcoming Being Karen and Saving Travis, she spends her days being a good girl and her nights lost in her kinky imagination.


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