Ghouls

“So, what film do you wanna watch?” Brian asked.

“I don’t mind,” I told him, grabbing some more beers for us both and sitting to cuddle on the big, leather sofa.

“Well, I do. You pick,” he told me, sitting crossed-legged in front of his huge DVD cabinet.

“Well, I don’t know what you have that you’d like to watch.”

“Doesn’t matter what I want to watch, and I’ve got plenty of films and if I don’t have them here then they’ll be on Netflix or something.”

A large smirk stretched across my face as a film sprang to mind, growing wider when he turned to look at me, his perfect, warm smile radiating through the room.

“What?” he smiled.

“The Lion King,” I bit my lip suppressing a giggle.

His face seemed to drop, “you serious?”

“Yeah,” I blushed.

He groaned, picking himself off the floor and making his way to the sofa, “well, unfortunately, I don’t have that in my highly extensive collection of very good DVDs, so we’ll have to get up Netflix,” he fake-smiled, the sarcasm evident.

“What the fu - ? Are you telling me you don't love the Lion King? Who the fuck are you?,” I acted shocked, gasping, earning a smile from him.

“I was never a huge fan... but I'm prepared to watch it because you love it.”

I blushed, cuddling into his side and taking a sip of my beer as he picked up the remote and his glass bottle, turning on the TV. He found the Netflix channel and logged in, soon finding the popular Disney classic.

The film started and we both cuddled further into each other, my arms around his waist and my right leg wrapped over his, my knee resting on his crotch and my leg falling between his as he wrapped his right arm around my shoulder.

Our breathing fell into sync, until I caused his breath to hitch. I disguised my playing with adjusting my position; rubbing his crotch with my knee and groaning as my hips grouned into his thigh. My free hand ventured his chest and tight stomach, my body lifting so that my face was closer to his, groaning into his ear a little loader. His eyes fluttered closed as his grip on his beer bottle and my waist tightened.

“Don’t do this, Lau,” he scorned through gritted teeth; eyes still closed as he tried to regulate his breathing.

I smirked, “why not?” I began kissing his neck and his jaw, slowly making my way round to straddle him.

“Because,” his expression softened, “if you carry on, I don’t know how much longer I can contain myself.” His face turned to look at me and his eyes opened, his nose brushing mine.

For a moment I was lost in his gaze, completely entranced by his deep, brown eyes. “That’s just the thing, Bri.. I don’t want you to contain yourself. I want you to lose control with me. I haven’t had any kind of genuine male attention...ever. The only attention I’ve received has all been for the wrong reasons.. and I haven’t had sex in 3 years, and that was the..rape. You see, Brian, ever since then I’ve been scared of men; scared of affection; scared of love. But you’ve shown me a whole new side to men I’ve never seen. You’re the first man that’s ever seemed to...love.. me, that wasn’t my own family. What I’ve felt with you, I never thought I’d have. I never thought I could love or trust or ever give myself to someone. I thought I’d be stuck with the demons of my past and the memories holding me back, I never thought I’d find someone that would change that. I know we haven’t known each other all that long but, Bri I... I.. I need you. If not forever, then just for tonight. I need to know what love can feel like, I need you to save me.. before it’s too late,” I opened up to him. Tears threatened to escape my tired eyes as I told him all I’d been contemplating.

He didn’t say a word. His empty beer fell to the floor as his eyes remained locked with mine, his gaze was the most captivating mixture of pure love and lust. Both hands moved to my hips as he picked me up to sit on his lap, his face leaning up. Our lips seemed to touch for no more than a second before the electricity coursed through my veins once again. We both let out a gasp before repeating the process, the electricity slowly becoming waves of warmth as the kiss deepened. The warmth continued to flow, the spark returning as our tongues touched; beginning their battle. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, just like our hands explored our bodies. Brian’s rough palms caressed my lower back, bum, and thighs whilst mine stayed to stroke along his jaw and the nape of his neck.

Soon enough, my hips started to grind at the feeling of him touching my skin, his fingertips lifting the hem of my shirt lightly. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered against my lips.

“Yes,” I smiled, continuing to kiss him.

Our moans slowly began to fill the room. Suddenly, Brian picked me up by my thighs, making me squeal. He quickly bent down to pick up the TV remote, turning off the film, before carrying me up the stairs towards his bedroom.

We reached his room and he threw me towards the bed, climbing between my legs. Our heated make-out session continued, my hips bucking to meet his, his arousal evidently pressing against me. Part of me was extremely apprehensive; this was the first time a man had taken me since James, back when I was 19... but the other part of me wanted nothing more than Brian inside of me, because along with all of the other positive aspects of him, he was definitely the most attractive man I’d ever set eyes on, and he wanted me just as much as I needed him.

We lay there for several minutes and I couldn’t help but feel that he was nervous to advance; it was almost as if he were waiting for me. My hands moved from gripping his white shirt, down his chest causing his muscles to contract and his breath to hitch, to slowly unbuckle his belt to undo his jeans. He groaned his arousal now able to grow a little more. He then became more confident, dragging my shirt up and over my head. He groaned again, staring at my chest for a small while. What surprised me most, was that rather than clamming up and becoming extremely self-conscious, having his eyes on me made me more confident. So much so, I leant towards him, sitting upright on the bed, forcing him back a little, to allow myself to unclasp my bra and throw it over his shoulder.

His jaw hung open as I leant back down on the duvet, tugging his shirt up a little and pushing his jeans down to his knees, releasing him. His shock quickly turned into excitement as his infamous smirk twisted onto his thin lips, his muscular, heavily tattooed arms wrapping around himself and lifting his shirt over his head. Now it was my turn to gape, my eyes fell and locked onto his strong, well-defined, torso, his muscles stretching. Wet heat instantly formed between my thighs as his body relaxed and he loosely tossed his shirt to the side, seductively leaning back into me, his lips attaching themselves to my neck, biting and sucking. My back arched from the bed as I moaned, his lips finding my weakest spot, his hands groping, rubbing and teasing me. He started leaning into me, pushing me towards his pillows.

Once I was comfortable, he kicked off his jeans. My heart started to beat faster as his hand left my chest and swiftly removed my shorts. His lips travelled down my torso, lightly licking over my tight stomach, his fingers tucking into my panties. Soon enough, his fingertips gently pressed into the small bud of nerves hidden between my smooth lips. His teeth nipped my skin and he smirked as I screamed, my walls clenching, my hands tearing at his shoulders.

“Responsive,” his course voice whispered, his hot breath on my stomach making me clench again.

His fingers tangled into my panties, dragging them down my legs. His mouth continued to lick and suck and nip around my navel before travelling back up to my neck, jaw and, eventually, mouth. We continued to make-out until I tugged off his boxers, finally completely letting him free. I broke from the kiss, looking in between our bodies to take into account how big he really was and he was either abnormally large or it’d been so long that my general measurement had been disorientated... or the men that I had been taken by were abnormally small.. which I thought extremely plausible, everything considered.

Something told me he could see the apprehension in my face before he spoke, “you know this is going to hurt...right?” he asked cautiously.

I nodded, looking into his concerned face, “I was raped, remember?” I joked, a small smile on my face.

“Okay... you still sure about this? We can stop if-“

I cut him off, “I want this, Bri. I want you,” I smiled, stroking his face and arm.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” he still seemed concerned. He led closer to my body, his right arm tucked under mine to allow his hand to hold my head and for his thumb to stroke just above my temple to comfort me. His other arm was folded onto his forearm, his face beside mine, his lips kissing my cheek as he pushed my slightly reluctant knees apart and settling between my thighs, his member stroking me, my walls clenching in slight fear. My heart beat faster in the fear and apprehension of pain but also in the excitement of making love to the most wonderful man I knew.

“Okay, baby,” he continued to quickly kiss my cheek, “this is gonna hurt now.” He was extremely mindful, slowly pushing into me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears escaping due to the intense discomfort. Brian held me tighter and continued to stroke my hair, whispering to me, telling me I was going to be okay as he very slowly continued to push. I whimpered and shook in the torture, not used to that sort of pain, clenching every time he moved.

Eventually, he managed to bury himself all the way in. He picked himself up and hovered over me, “alright, that’s the difficult bit done,” he smiled, lightly pecking my lips, “you ready now?”

I nodded again, not able to verbalise my happiness and excitement. Gradually, he began pulling himself out. I hummed and clenched in a small discomfort, but nothing in relation to him going in; if anything, it was much easier; it was when he began filling me again that made me hiss. He started his thrusts, they were slow and gentle to begin, steadily picking up pace as I became more accustomed to the pain.

Finally, the previous pain had completely subsided to pleasure.. and it was everything I had imagined it would be, and more. Passion and love pulsated through my body, the pleasure building up in the very pit on my stomach, causing me to cry out in pure ecstasy. I took a moment to open my eyes, watching him. His eyes were screwed up and his mouth was hanging open as he moaned into the pillow beside my head. His arms held him up on either side of my body, lined with tattoos of monsters that turned me on even more. My eyes wandered further, stopping to watch him thrust into my highly sensitive heat. My body writhed beneath his, quickly climbing to my peak. All of a sudden, he hit a hidden pleasure spot buried deep within me. My back came completely off of the bed, an almighty scream tearing through my throat, my body colliding with his as I shook, my insides restricting around him, tugging him. His long muscle seemed to flex inside of me before his body went rigid and he quickly pulled out as he burst onto the sheets below us with a low groan.

His body collapsed next to mine as we both lay silent to re-gain our breath.

“Thank you,” was all I could manage as I came down from the major high.

“What for?”

“All of this, for being so patient and caring before now, to tonight and...showing me what I’ve been missing out on and –“ I smiled widely.

“You don’t have to thank me, Lau; I’ve wanted this for a fucking long time. I’ve just been so scared; I didn’t want to move too fast or upset you or push you away;... I really fuckin’ like you, Lauren, and I want to do this properly, if you’ll let me...” he told me, extending his arm to wrap me into him, my head weighing on his chest, my legs tangling with his, my hand stroking his chest while his stroked my shoulders and back.

“Well, I do want to thank you, because I’ve wanted you too; I’ve just been scared because I... I was scared you were like the rest...” I trailed off.

His hand climbed to the nape of my neck, nudging my head forward to allow him to kiss my forehead, “Lauren, honestly, I don’t understand how anyone could hurt someone like you; you’re phenomenal in every way; you’re beautiful, intelligent, funny... the way I see it, they’ve hurt an unbelievable woman, and ruined their chances of ever screwing her again,” we both chuckled.

I decided not to say anything that time; my thoughts suppressed by a yawn. “We’re gonna have to sort that out,” Brian smirked.
“Sort what out?” I rubbed my eyes.

“You’re exhausted too quick, we’re gonna have to build your stamina if you’re going to keep up with me,” the cockiest grin was smeared over his face.

“You’re a cocky asshole,” I joked, scowling at him.

“You make it seem like a bad thing; I know you fuckin’ love that monster and you’ll want it again and again and again.”

I laughed out loud, “well, we’ll have to build my stamina for that,” I mimicked.

“Does that mean you’ll have sex with me again?” he bit his lip, trying to hold back a wide, perfect smile, hope glistening in his eyes.

At first, I was taken aback; not sure of what to say – but as I watched him, taking in his unbelievably impressive features along with the sex hair, his long, toned, naked body, I was glad to do this again and again, just like he said. Although, I didn’t want him to know that; if I’d learnt anything about Brian, he could be incredibly cocky.

“Maybe,” I smirked, looking away from him.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he leant down and sucked on my neck, causing me to squirm away before relaxing into him. Next came a comfortable silence, until I suddenly became unbearably self-conscious as I looked down at my own body. Tears threatened to break as I snapped my eyes shut.

“Do you want one of my shirts?” Brian’s soft, calming voice came from behind me, clearly noticing my sudden upset.

“Yeah.. it’s just I’m not used to this and I’m disgusting and – “ I started to break.

Brian leant over me, his body covering mine as he shared a hot kiss with me, leaning over the bed to pick up the shirt he’d taken off earlier. He broke the kiss and handed me the shirt, laying back down on his back and pulling me to him, once I’d got the shirt on. I uneasily cuddled back into his side, only to have my fears subside as his strong arms wrapped around my waist.

“And just for the record, you’re far from disgusting; you’re definitely the hottest girl I’ve ever slept with,” he smirked, his eyes closed.

I hadn’t the energy to argue, but something inside me made me believe him. I wasn’t sure why; in my eyes, I was frighteningly ugly in every way, shape and form. But something about being with Brian made me forget all of that; he was way out of my league, but he.. loved me. Maybe not for my looks, but he cared about me. He didn’t see me like other men saw me; a helpless piece of meat. Tonight, for the first time ever I’d been able to have sex.. and enjoy it. I didn’t cry; I didn’t scream; I didn’t struggle; he didn’t beat me. Sure, it hurt, but all sex hurts; I knew that. He didn’t purposefully hurt me; he warned me before and made sure I was 100% happy. He cared; he didn’t want to hurt me; he wanted to make sure that I was okay. Shit, he refused to have sex with me before, but he did... and it was better than I could’ve hoped. I was glad I’d given myself to him; physically, I’d never felt so good; my body was still shaking in the pleasure and, to top it all off, I was sure now that I loved him. Whereas before I wasn’t sure, now I knew. Now that he’d taken me, I knew that I wanted to be with him in the long run; I wanted for us to work. I needed for us to work.

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