Don't be Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

"Let's go," he kissed my neck before pulling back. He smiled and gave me a light peck before pulling us to our feet. We approached one of the workers and got a few condoms before turning and leaving the party through a random door. We entered a dining room and tried the door to our left, but it was locked. We could hear faint moaning sounds through the wood, which only turned me on even more. We quickly tore through rooms, our horniness motivating us to move faster.

I began to wonder what was up with me. I didn't even know this guy's name, yet I couldn't wait to rip his boxer's off. But more importantly, I couldn't wait for him to rip off mine. I was horny, and excited, a combo I hadn't felt in a long time. I don't know if it was the party, the alcohol, or the man next to me, but my inhibitions were gone. All I wanted was him.

We passed a few more locked rooms before we entered a smaller ballroom. A few beds were dragged into the room, and the space now held an orgy. Couples were on the floor, or on the beds. Everyone was naked and the room smelt of sweat, vagina, and cum. I felt a small spasm in my vagina and I grew antsier to find a room of our own. We left the ballroom and delved deeper into the Manor. The sounds of the party disappeared and we were wrapped in silence. We turned and he opened a door, finally revealing an empty bedroom. He caught my eye and smiled, pulling us further into the room. I closed the door, locking it behind me.

I stepped back and admired the room; there was a large canopy bed in the center, and a door on the other end led to an attached bathroom. He moved straight to the bed, but I walked past to view the bathroom. There was a large tile shower and Jacuzzi tub. I opened the glass door of the shower and smiled at the detachable shower head.

"Thinking of taking a shower, Red?" he asked. I felt his hand wrap around my waist, and he continued kissing my neck, but I didn't feel the same enjoyment as before. I was slightly anxious and I wasn't sure why. I turned him around and stepped back. "You okay? If you're feeling uncomfortable we can go back to the party, no big deal," he assured me.

"I just feel off," I admitted. I ran my hand along his chest and met his eyes, still feeling some unease.

"What do you need, Red?" The cogs in my brain clicked at the nickname, realizing what was bothering me.

"Your name," I replied.

"Dylan Graves, yours?"

"Kaelin Graham." He smiled and reached up, brushing a bit of my hair behind my ear.

"Beautiful," he whispered before bringing his lips to mine. The kiss was sensual, but the underlying passion was still there, which quickly led to a shift in the atmosphere. All my nerves were gone and all I could think about was the feeling of his body against mine, my arousal, and how badly I wanted him. His hands trailed along my back before pulling my jacket off, and throwing it into the bedroom. He began to push us back towards the bedroom, before I stopped him.

"You know, a shower could be fun," I hinted. He smiled and pulled us together again. My hand slid along his back as his reached up and unhooked my bra, sliding it off my body. His hand reached up and took my left breast in his hand, massaging the tissue and teasing my nipple. I groaned into the kiss, loving the feel of his hands on my body. He continued tweaking my nipple when I couldn't take it any longer.

I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

I broke the kiss and pushed him back into the shower. I ripped my skirt off before quickly pulling off his boxer briefs. We paused a moment, enjoying the sight of each other's naked bodies, before lust took us over. He stepped forward and pulled my body against his, dragging me into the shower with him. I reached behind him and felt for the temperature control, jumping when warm water cascaded over our bodies.

"Your makeup!" I giggled, realizing the water would wash away all his worth.

"I don't care about my makeup," he said, before pulling us together again. I ran my hands along his body, loving the feeling of his muscles under my fingertips. His hands slowly trailed from the edge of my face, along the side of my body, to my hips. His lips trailed from mine to my neck as he slowly pushed me back against the shower wall. I sucked in a breath as my flesh made contact with the cool tile, but Dylan reached behind him to pull the shower head along. He held it up so it was pressed against the wall and the water cascaded over us.

Dylan began kissing lower, bringing the showerhead with him. I reached out to pull it from his grasp, but he pulled away. He glanced up and smiled, before slipping even lower. He kissed my sternum, my bellybutton, and then my left hip. I spread my legs, inviting him in, assuming I knew what he wanted. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the tile as he kissed my inner thighs, nudging my legs apart even further. He kissed my inner thigh once more as I felt the stream of the water hit my other leg. Dylan sat the showerhead down and wrapped his hands around my hips, and lightly tugged. I followed his lead and slid down the tile wall to rest, legs spread, on the shower floor.

"Is this too hot?" he asked as he lightly spread the water across my legs.

"Not at all," I replied. He smiled and moved from his spot between my legs, much to my disappointment. He crawled forward and brought his lips to mine, letting us slip back into our teasing kisses from before. One hand disappeared from my body and brought the stream of the water back upon us. I smiled against his lips, loving the warmth and the feeling of our bodies being together. He pulled us down even further, so I could fully lay down and he could hover over me. I kissed him again as I felt the pressure of the water change to a light mist.

"What are you doing?" I asked against his lips.

"Something I know you're going to love." I slipped my tongue into his mouth as he began to slowly lower the showerhead, and I finally understood what he was trying to do. I spread my legs as wide as I could to allow Dylan to lower the mist until it sat on top of my clit. I felt the familiar twitches that occurred whenever I began to masturbate, and let my body succumb to the pleasure. I used one hand to reach down and tweak a nipple, while the other stretched and wrapped around the head of Dylan's cock. I circled my thumb around his head, while the twitching in my lower body began to intensify. I broke our kiss and leaned into his chest, and lightly moaned. The pressure and temperature of the water were absolutely perfect, and feeling Dylan next to me only made everything better.

I threw my head back and my breathing began to quicken as the twitches were replaced with pulses. I released his cock and my hand covered his, pressing the showerhead against my sensitive clit. I bit my lip and began thrusting against it, letting the beginning stages of my orgasm overtake me. I felt Dylan's hand slip out from under mine and move to my other nipple. I gripped the shower head tighter, feeling the pressure begin to build, my orgasm seconds away. My breathing became even faster, accented with slight moans. I lifted up my upper body, engaging my core, and held my breath as I felt the final pulses before my orgasm over took me. I collapsed against Dylan, squirming under the water. My breathing turned into gasps as spasm after spasm overtook me. I dropped the showerhead and turned into Dylan's chest, letting the last few spasms pass.

"I told you, you'd like it," he whispered in my ear. I laughed and nodded against his chest. He reached up and turned the water off, letting us sit in the steam that had collected. I leaned against the cool tile, catching my breath, as he grabbed us towels. Once I felt my strength return, I stood and began to dry myself off. I flipped my hair to the side and began squeezing out the water when I felt Dylan's arm wrap around me. He lightly kissed my shoulder, then the side of my neck, before whispering in my ear, "there is a perfectly good bed waiting for us. I don't think it'd mind if it got a little wet." He tugged on my shoulder and turned me to face him. I smiled as he brought his lips to mine; the towel I was holding slipped out of my hands, falling to the bathroom floor, as he pulled us backwards into the bedroom.

I felt the bed hit the back of my calves and collapsed onto it, pulling Dylan with me. He laughed and rolled us over, pulling me on top. I leaned deeper into our kiss as I rubbed my clit against the shaft of his cock, letting my wetness flow over him. I pulled away and kissed his cheek.

"You know," I said as I kissed his clavicle. "What you did in the shower, was amazing." I paused and kissed his abs. "How ever did you learn?" I asked as I kissed his hipbone. "If only there were some way I could repay you," I joked before I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue along his girth, enjoying the taste of my wetness mixed with his precum. I began sucking on his head while one hand lightly tickled his balls. "Kaelin, I don't know how much longer I'll last if you keep treating me like this," he said.

I stopped and glanced up, "that's the point," I winked. I licked along his shaft, before returning to his head. I continued a rotation of sucking and teasing, before I began to feel his muscles begin to tense from under me. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and continued sucking on his head, until the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I pulled away and used my hand to finish stroking out the remainder of his cum, before Dylan relaxed back into the bed. I crawled back up and leaned into his side, throwing my arm and leg over his chest.

Dylan rolled over and pushed me onto my back. "You don't really think the night is over, do you?" he asked. I laughed and leaned back, letting him trail kisses down my body.

"I definitely don't anymore," I sighed as he lightly kissed my labia. I opened my legs and relaxed back into the pillow, as Dylan's tongue licked the entrance of my slit. A small shudder passed through me as his tongue trailed from my vagina to my clit. I moved one leg to press against his back, encouraging him further. His hands wrapped around the underside of my legs as his tongue slid inside my vagina, before returning to suck on my clit. I bit my lip and moaned, loving the feeling of another orgasm approaching. I wrapped another leg around his body as I felt two fingers began to press against my g-spot.

"Oh God, Dylan. Just like that, keep going," I purred. I began to moan louder as the pressure within me began building. My legs moved from his back to his head, tightening around him, pushing him further against me. My arms extended outwards, gripping the bedsheets. As the pressure began to build, my hands replaced my grip on his head so I could extend my legs, pointing my toes. Tremors slowly began to pulse through me, and I knew this orgasm would be even better than the one from the shower.

Dylan paused from sucking my clit and lightly ran his tongue over my now swollen clit, which sent me over the edge. I screamed out in pleasure, as a light sweat broke over my body. His fingers remained on my g-spot, keeping my orgasm going. Every so often he'd run his tongue over my clit, keeping me at my high. My body convulsed in pleasure until I could no longer take it; I reached down and pulled him up, pulling him into a kiss. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and his snaked around my torso. My tongue slipped into his mouth, loving how he tasted like me.

"That was amazing," I whispered into his ear.

"You're amazing," he replied before pulling me back into a kiss. He released one of his hands and began blindly feeling around the table, searching for one of the condoms we brought. I heard the crinkle as he found one, and ripped the wrapper open. He broke our kiss while he put it on then came back to lean over where I laid. I could feel his cock at the entrance of my vagina, when he paused. "Are you sure?" he asked. I smiled at his concern, pulled his lips to mine, and pressed up into him so he entered me a few inches.

"I'm sure," I assured him. He pushed himself the rest of the way in while pulling me into another kiss. I sucked in a breath against his lips, feeling satisfied. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rested my head back against the pillow, beginning to gasp for air. Dylan's head fell next to mine, so I could hear his quiet grunts with each thrust. I lifted my pelvis to meet his, so with each thrust his cock would hit my g-spot. A satisfactory pressure began to build as Dylan collapsed on top of me. We sat entangled a few moments, so we could catch our breath, until he rolled over. I spread out across the remainder of the bed, trying to cool down.

Once we calmed down he pulled me towards him and I curled up into his side. I felt my wetness trail along my thigh before reaching a puddle on the bed. Dylan kissed the top of my head, and pulled me closer. I lifted my head and he slowly brought his head down before letting our lips lightly touch. I curled further into his side, trailing circles on his stomach.

"You know, we do have another condom. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste," Dylan calmly said. I smiled, feeling my vagina pulse at the idea. I sat up and straddled him, bringing out lips together. He sat up and wrapped his hands around my waist while our tongues danced. From beneath me, I felt his cock stiffen.

I broke our kiss and leaned over to grab the last condom, smoothly rolling it over his shaft. I pushed him back down as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, sighing with pleasure. I leaned forward and slowly began to grind on him, making sure my clit rubbed against his pelvis with each thrust. I lightly kissed his lips and began to increase my speed. I felt the first tingles of pleasure as I felt his muscles began to clench. I slowed down and paused, before I felt he was good to continue. I pulled myself up a few inches and jammed him as deep into me as I could, causing a tremor to pass through my body. A sigh escaped Dylan's lips as I continued my steady grinding rhythm, feeling the pressure of an impending orgasm begin to rise. Dylan's face contorted with pleasure, so I slowed my grinding down. I was committed that this time we'd both orgasm.

I rolled my clit around his pelvis, holding my pleasure at a steady level, while he calmed down. I continued my grinding motions, feeling my orgasm building. I leaned forward and kissed him as I continued riding him, feeling tremors begin to rip through my body. I extended my arms behind him and began gripping the pillows as he wrapped his hands around my back, pulling us closer. I kept the steady pressure on my clit, and began to increase my thrusting. Once again I raised myself a few inches and lowered myself onto Dylan as deep as I could, setting off my strongest orgasm yet.

I moaned as a tremor took over my body, causing Dylan to clutch me to his chest. I bucked wildly against his body, causing my clit to still be rubbed as we continued to fuck. A few seconds after my orgasm started, Dylan's followed. I felt his body clench under me and our moans mixed together as our orgasms occurred. I felt him relax, but I was still going. My continued squirming caused my clit to rub on his body, holding me at my high. Once I felt my orgasm was over, my clit would get tweaked and it would send off another wave of tremors. Dylan held me close as I squirmed against him, while I cried out in ecstasy. I felt my vagina begin to clamp around his cock as another wave hit me, making me realize I could take no more. I pushed against his chest and rolled off his body, beginning to shake.

My body was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure; I could feel my vagina contracting, sending post-orgasm shudders through my body, while my heart pounded in my ears. I couldn't remember how long it'd been since I had one orgasm that great, much less three. I felt the heat radiating from Dylan's body, and could hear him struggle to catch his breath.

"That was amazing," I said. I turned and looked over at him, meeting his eyes. He smiled and moved closer. He sat up on one elbow, and placed his other arm on my other side before lowering himself for a kiss. There was still the chemistry, still the passion, but this kiss felt different; it felt sweet, caring, and loving. He gave me one more peck before he laid back and I curled into his side. We were covered in sweat, and still coming down from our orgasmic highs, but as we laid there it didn't feel like Dylan was a stranger, he felt like an old lover.

"How long can we stay here?" I asked.

"Probably all night," he replied. I smiled and snuggled further into his side, loving when he pulled me closer.

"That's nice of them," I yawned. My high was wearing off, and I was beginning to feel the tug of sleep.

"Do you want to stay? I could leave if you'd prefer."

"Of course I want you to stay!"

"Good, because I don't want to leave." He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. I smiled and threw my arm across his chest. He reached down and began pulling the blankets out from underneath us, tucking us in. I wasn't sure if it was Dylan's persona, our playful banter, or my three orgasms, but as I laid there drifting off, I realized I wanted more than one day; I realized I didn't want this party to be the end for Dylan and me.

I wanted it to be the beginning.

And as he pulled me closer before he began to snore, I couldn't help but believe he felt the same way.