Midnight Toxicity

11.

Since losing my virginity, I've picked up a ton of useless information about men's bodies.

They all smell different, and the texture of their hands, when roaming my curves, gave an insight into their careers and lifestyles. Smooth fingertips meant they most likely had soft personalities and led sedentary lives, and rough callouses often showed they enjoyed the outdoors or getting dirty. Their cocks were another matter. They differed too, and I learned not to judge a dick by its cover.

I did not become a sought-after lover by my stunning good looks, either. My techniques were a crucial factor in hyping my reputation. Maintaining interest required little effort considering my healthy sex drive and the fact that I'm kinky.

I read books, watched porn (alone and with others), absorbed new tricks, and was not afraid to push boundaries. Then staying adventurous became everything after taking many boys' virginity my junior year. I still hang out with them whenever I find the time.

Only wearing my panties and bra, Ian pounced on me as soon as my back hit the mattress. He attacked me with his lips and tongue until we were breathless, his strong frame pinning me in place as if he understood one wrong word out of his mouth would shatter our fragile truce.

I noticed on Friday how firm his touch felt. Not grabby, just like he was checking to make sure I was real. Not a figment of his imagination. As much as I enjoyed his sensual attention, my sore body protested the extra weight after the beating it took earlier.

"Quit squishing me!" I groaned, shivering when his teeth scraped over a sensitive spot on my neck. "Ease up... but that's great. Keep doing that."

"Shush," he rasped, his coarse hands exploring until meeting the apex between my thighs. "You're pretty when you just lay there and take what I give you."

The nerve! First, get that dick, then punch him in his pretty mouth, Char!

I jabbed my elbow into his abdomen until he let out a pained grunt. He rolled to the side with a chuckle, and my belly swooped at the carefree sound. I straddled his torso, his raging erection pressed exactly right against my clit.

The view I had could become habit-forming. With his athletic body stretched beneath me, and with a nervous fear shining in his eyes, my thoughts turned to all the naughty things we could do. Especially when his shoulders tensed, expecting further retaliation after his asinine comment. Feeling powerful, I raked my fingertips through his happy trail to watch him squirm.

"If you wanted on top, you could have asked nicely," he winked, gripping my waist, "So violent."

"I'll show you violence!" I snarled, rubbing my pussy shamelessly on his impressive hard-on. "Watch me come without ever touching your dick."

He ignored my threat, "Damn, I love your tits," he pinched my nipple through my lacy bra, "Will you let me fuck them?"

I shrugged noncommittally. He would have to earn it first. "Do you know what I call this position?"

His brows shot up. "No telling with you."

That made me cackle. "True. I dubbed it the Virgin Bang."

"Dry humping?" He scoffed, "I haven't done that in years."

"Oh, yeah?" I purred, rotating my hips. "The stories I can tell you."

His leafy orbs flashed under those pretty eyelashes at the reminder I fuck other men, a hand slipping past my waistline to cup my throat. Whoops, guess I enjoy pushing his buttons too much. I kept swiveling my hips, grinding down on his erection, letting him see how turned on I was.