Rugburn

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“I think I must have passed out after that. For a while, anyway.”

“So did you wake up tied to the bed?” My friend slurped the last of her drink and the straw crackled at the bottom of her glass.

“Unfortunately, no. But I did wake up to some of the best grass I’ve ever had.” I waved to the bartender for a fourth round for me and my friend. The way things were going, it wasn’t likely that I would finish my little tale anytime soon. And alcohol always greases the wheels with me.

“What, he just rolled up right there? Packed a bowl and lit some Nag Champa?”

I nodded. “More or less. It was more like him cursing over trying to roll the joint.”

My friend howled at that. “The guy has weed on his person and yet he doesn’t know how to roll a joint?!” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was less than impressed.

“Well, maybe he was worn out!” I crossed my arms over my chest as my friend rolled her eyes. I stuck my tongue out at her. “Whatever. Where was I?”

“You had just passed out, I do believe.”

“Right. So, when I finally came to…”

****
“Fuck, I hate this shit,” I heard Karl grumbling from the living room.

My body felt pretty much boneless by the time I came to. I remember something about him making me scream and then I think he still had a hard on, but then everything sort of went away. Now, dazed and melted into the bed, I giggled as Karl swore again.

“Christ on a crutch! They make it look so fucking easy in the movies!”

Okay, I had to see what he was up to. Rolling over – and that took a few tries – I fell out of the bed, literally, with a bit of a thump! I groaned then and sprawled on my back, pulling the sheet down with me to give me at least a little decency. I closed my eyes and sighed, wondering how long I’d have to wait before I had enough energy to get off of the floor.

I heard footsteps pad into the bedroom and then a toe nudged my leg gently. “Are you able to get vertical, or shall I join you down there?”

I smiled lazily and let my eyes drift open. There he was. There was Karl, standing over me wearing his briefs and a million dollar smile. He winked then and crouched down. “Hey,” he said softly, running his fingertips across my shoulder. I shivered and giggled.

“Heeeey,” I said as I stretched. I put my hands behind my head. “How long have I been out?”

“Long enough for me to figure out that I can’t roll a joint to save my life.” He held his hand out. “Come help me?”

“What makes you think I know how to roll a joint?” I tried to sound innocent, but even I wasn’t convinced.

Neither was Karl. He spread out beside me on his side, propping his head up with one hand and tracing the outline of my nipple with the other. “Because,” he said, slipping me a tiny kiss that made my toes tingle. “You said you’re from Vancouver. I spent my time up there during Riddick. I know that BC is one of the best places for the green.” He kissed me again and rubbed his thumb across the now distended peak of my breast and I let out a breathless moan.

“Give me a minute,” I whispered, taking his hand from my breast and pressing his fingers to my lips for a moment. I turned my head to look at him.

“All right,” he nodded. He pushed up from the carpet but ducked in for another kiss, this time letting his tongue trace along my lips until I was panting under him. “I’ll be waiting.”

I watched him walk away. I really didn’t think I’d ever get bored of watching him walk away. His back was almost as good as his front. He disappeared into the living room and I forced myself to a sitting position. I shook my hair out and got to my feet, stretching calf and thigh muscles that were stiff, but not totally useless. Pilates has its advantage.

After replacing the sheet on the bed, I wandered around the bedroom for a moment for something to wear. I found my panties hanging haphazardly on a lamp and scowled in confusion. Hadn’t we taken those off in the kitchen? Shrugging to myself I concluded that it didn’t matter. They were here now and I stepped into them as I sauntered to the closet. I ran my fingers over the shirts hung there – crisp dress shirts, some buttery soft cotton work shirts and a few T’s. I pulled on one of his work shirts, inhaling the smell of laundry and what I now thought of as ‘Eau d’Urban’. My fingers worked the buttons closed, certain that it wouldn’t stay like that for very long. I tied the ends up under my breasts and hit the bathroom to admire my handiwork. A splash of cool water on my face revived me and I wiped off the smudged mascara from under my eyes. Now I was ready to face Karl.

Karl was stretched out in an arm chair, his long legs propped up on a glass coffee table with a pile of busted weed and a stack of papers. He looked up from the TV guide and grinned.

“That shirt looks way better on you than it does on me,” he chuckled as I made my way over to him. He sat up and scooted back in the chair, motioning for me to sit with him between his legs.

“What, this old thing?” I joked before settling down with him. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against my back, and his hands smoothed over my thighs. “I bet you it looks better on the floor,” I added, turning to catch his eye over my shoulder.

“Well, let’s roll that up and then we’ll conduct some experiments,” he replied before nipping at my earlobe.

“Kay.” I scooped the grass together with the edge of the papers packaged until it was in a neat pile. My fingers worked quickly, pulling a paper out and rolling it gently back and forth between my fingers to work the crease out. Sprinkling a healthy amount of herbal bliss into the trench, I packed and began rolling, and pretty soon, I had a respectable looking joint. I held out in front of my face, inspecting it, and then showed it to Karl from over my shoulder.

“Impressive,” he observed and made a grab for it.

“Ah ah!” I scolded, snagging the joint back before he could take it. “Roller’s rights,” I explained, leaning forward to grab the lighter.

“And you tried to tell me you didn’t know how to roll one,” he mused. Those soft lips pressed against my neck and I leaned back, flicking the Bic and letting Mary Jane take over.

****
“So tell me something,” Karl said in a relaxed tone as he exhaled a lungful and passed the joint back to me.

“What’s that?”

“Are you here just because I’m famous?”

A large hit was exhaled from my lungs and I leaned my head back against Karl’s shoulder. “No,” I said simply. “I’m here because you fuck like a demon.”

Karl giggled. I felt the vibrations through my back and they became stronger as his laughter increased. “I fuck like a demon?” His words were interspersed with fits of laughter.

I had to laugh as well. It sounded funny. I nodded and continued, taking another toke. “Yep,” I said tightly, holding my breath. “And hey, you haven’t tried to kill me yet, and I was out for a while there.”

“Yeah, holy shit, what was with that?” He asked, suddenly completely interested in my blackout.

I shrugged and turned on my side, curling into his chest as his fingers wove in and out of my hair. “Dunno.” God, I must have sounded like a moron I was so fucking gone. But then again, so was he, and his voice was sharp and quick and his accent was getting so heavy that I was having problems understanding him at times. “S’never happened before.”

He took the joint back and puffed on it thoughtfully. “So I’m the first, eh?” He said with a little bit of pride.

I raised an eyebrow and tried to focus on him. “Yeah, but don’t read anything into it,” I said with a casual air. I slipped my hand through his hair and pulled his ear down to my mouth. “You got lucky.”

“I’d say we both did,” he joked. He yelped as I bit his ear playfully and he took another long hit on the joint before inhaling deeply and leaning forward to place the roach on the ashtray.

He caught my face with a hand and pulled my mouth against his, opening his lips and letting the smoke trail into my mouth as his tongue stroked against mine. Suddenly, every nerve ending on my body was tingling and my head was spinning delightfully. Between my thighs I was swollen and numb and painfully aroused. As he continued to kiss me, his fingers deftly slid beneath my panties and gently stroked around my clit. He sighed into my mouth and pulled away to look me in my much dilated pupils.

“Shit girl, I’m fucking high,” he breathed across my mouth.

“Yeah, I know,” I mumbled, arching into his touch. My hand brazenly gripped his cock, which to my delight was already hard, and I looked back into his eyes. They were almost black. “You haven’t cum yet,” I whispered hotly.

He shook his head slowly but was otherwise silent.

“Do you wanna fuck again?” Holy walking talking Jesus, when I got high, apparently I developed a very dirty mind and an even dirtier mouth.

He nodded, holding his breath and moving his fingers from under my panties. “Yeah, I wanna fuck,” he growled as his body leaned up from the chair.

I moved from his lap, standing slowly, and I stood between his legs and started popping the buttons on the shirt before untying the tails. I let the sides of the shirt hang open, but I didn’t take it off, and the cool cotton rubbed against my nipples. I groaned and closed my eyes at the delicious sensation, heightened by the pot. Moving around from between his legs I slid my panties down and flung them at his chest with my foot.

“Gotta catch me first,” I teased before taking off for the bedroom. Karl was hot my heels and I shrieked as I crashed through the bedroom door and his arm hooked around my waist. Hurling us towards the bed, we landed in a pile of half naked goodness with him on my back, pressing me into the mattress.

Half a second later he was grasping my hips and pulling me to my knees, arranging me on all fours and sliding a hand down over the curve of my ass before brining his hand back and smacking me solidly on one cheek.

I yelped and my head flew up, tossing my hair over my shoulder. The feeling was amazing – like an electrical shock followed by a tiny orgasm. I shivered and moaned, pressing myself back into his palms and curving my spine.

“You think I fuck like a demon?” He said lowly. His hand came down on my other ass cheek and the sound was sharp and to the point.

My mouth had stopped working by this point and I was overtaken by the sensations coursing through my body. All I could do was whimper in the back of my throat and nod my head.

“Luv, you ain’t seen the half of it.”

****

High as a kite. That’s what I was as I held my position on all fours and Karl’s hand came down a third time. As his palm connected, two fingers from his other hand slid along my pussy and then up to my tighter hole, pressing gently. I sighed and felt my spine curve down. I began to relax.

“I think we got started with this sometime back in the kitchen.” He was almost talking to himself as he worked the first finger gently inside.

My thighs shook but I forced myself to keep calm, concentrating only on the slight burning pressure. “Yeah,” I whispered softly.

“Hm,” he mused. “Can I do it, luv?” He asked hoarsely. He pulled his finger out only to press two back in and I wailed and pushed back against his hand. “Can I fuck you here?”

I nodded, my hair flying wildly. Fuck, I didn’t care anymore. He could have stuck his cock anywhere near me and I would have come undone. But oh god, that overwhelming tingling sensation wracked through my body again and my hands fisted in the sheets of the bed. “God yes Karl, put your cock in my ass.”

“Naughty,” he growled, leaning over my back to lick a wet path down my spine. “Such a filthy mouth for such a pretty girl.” The grating texture of his voice made my stomach quiver and his warm breath ghosted over the skin of my shoulder. A moment later he cupped my jaw and gently tilted my head towards the closet doors.

“Just look at us,” he purred as he began to gently pump his fingers inside of me.

Whimpering, my head was shaky as I turned it and looked down my shoulder at the reflection in those floor to ceiling mirrors. I shuddered and drew in a gasping breath. I saw myself then, crouched on all fours with Karl close behind, watching as he sawed his fingers back and forth into my ass with a teasing rhythm. I felt a numbing pulse ebb through my pussy and I sobbed, hanging my head between my shoulders. I relaxed more, earning a groaned praise from Karl. He waited a moment before pushing a third finger straight inside. I grew completely still and panted.

“Ohhhhhhh,” he groaned, placing his free hand on my hip and holding me steady. He pressed his hips forward and tilted down slightly so that the head of his cock slid between the slick folds of my pussy.

“Ah!” I cried breathlessly. It was hot. He was hot, molten beneath silky skin and he pulled back slowly, making sure to bump my clit, and then pushed forward again, slicking along easily. He pushed his fingers deeper into my ass.

My head slowly lifted and almost by their own will, my eyes searched for our reflection once more. In the mirror, I saw Karl’s skin glistening in the lamplight and watched the play of shadows over his thigh and ass as he moved his hips. The image of what a man – the man you’re with – looks like when he’s fucking you is one to be treasured. This was what he looked like when he was working to get me off. This was what his body went through when he brought me so much pleasure.

And then my eyes flickered to my own double. Startled a little bit at first, I slowly let my eyes drink in the copper lion’s mane my hair had become, most of the curl now fallen into loose waves. My back was curved like an archer’s bow and my shoulders were drawn back dramatically. My breasts wobbled as Karl moved me and then my eyes fell onto where I could see his hand moving behind me. Then, the hand on my hip lifted and as he began to move his fingers faster inside of me, his other hand curled tightly around his cock and picked up the rhythm.

I felt him shudder behind me and then he moaned, making me search out his eyes in the mirror. He watched me watch us and his nostrils flared as he continued stroking his cock. Licking his lips he looked back down to his hand and slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He then traced them up and down my cleft, massaging the tissue there.

“Wanna try something?” His voice was a wicked purr.

I nodded and watched as he moved from the bed only to come and stand in front of me. My head turned up so that I could look him in the eye and he raked his fingers through my hair, tightening his fist as it settled at the back of my head. “On your knees. In front of the mirror,” he ordered gruffly.

With a small whimper on my lips I nodded and scooted off of my knees and to my feet. He stalked behind me as I neared the mirror and he waited until I was resting comfortably on my knees before he went down behind me. Strong hands glided down my shoulders to my hands, and he curled his fingers with mine. His chest made contact with my back once more and the heat coming off of him was enough to make me close my eyes briefly as I tried to get my breathing under control. Karl leaned forward, pushing me with him, and he pressed my palms against the cool glass of the mirror with his hands. Holding me steady there, he wedged a knee between my feet, and with a soft word ordered, I came off of my heels.

“Look up,” he said simply. Green eyes met mine in the mirror from over my shoulder and I saw that Karl had arranged me so that my torso was stretched and my knees were splayed. His fingers flexed around mine and he gave a little push with them, silently telling me to keep them on the mirror. My face was so close to the mirror that it fogged with every breath I exhaled. My thighs tensed and then a tremor ran through them as I waited for Karl’s next move.

“Are you ready?”

My eyes had fallen closed again and my forehead rested against the cool surface of the mirror. I nodded ‘yes’ to his question and then with out any further warning, he sank two fingers deep inside of my pussy and then slicked them up along the cleft of my ass. I whimpered as he nudged the tingling flesh that had already been teased enough. Biting my lip I whined. “I want it.”

His fingers slipped inside of my pussy again and then I heard him sigh and shift behind me. Then the blunt, hard head of his cock was pressed against my ass and I automatically stiffened, a soft cry escaping. One of his hands curled around my hip and he held me steady. “Luv, relax. Let me in.”

More nudging, and slowly, as I breathed deeply, my body relaxed enough for him to push forward. He hissed and I felt the head of his cock wedge tightly inside of me. He stopped then and stroked my hip again before moving my hair from my back to over my shoulder, and he licked across my shoulder blades. “You all right?”

“Yes,” I hissed as my fingertips curled against the glass. “Keep going.”

He complied and pushed deeper.

The burning was replaced by an intense feeling of being full and stretched. He was in me completely. His scent surrounded me, his hands soothed rattled nerves, and his voice was a warm caress that I trusted wholly. The hand that rested on my hip slid down my belly and his fingers easily found my clit. The position I was in left me open to anything he offered and I focused my eyes on his fingers sliding through, separating the swollen, pink flesh of my pussy only to rub softly against that bundle of nerves therein.

That made me push back against him and he gasped as he was suddenly sliding deeper. His voice cracked and he tried to hold my hip again but I shook my head. “No,” I gasped. “Give me all of it.”

He growled lustily in response and pushed the last two inches in, pausing as my ass came to rest on his belly. He exhaled loudly then and swallowed. Still teasing my clit, the hand that had held his cock steady at the beginning now soothed my lower back.

“Fucking precious,” he whispered in my ear, tickling me in the process.

I giggled and caught his eye again. “Fucking amazing,” I countered breathlessly.

He nodded and hummed in agreement before he slowly began to draw his length out. I was about to protest when he just as smoothly slid back inside of me. Now the pads of his fingers gently brushed directly on my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through my spine all the way down to my toes and causing me to tighten around his cock. He winced and grunted, and then repeated the process. He was rewarded with the same reaction.

Meanwhile, my brain was trying to wrap itself around the situation. Here I was, at…I let my eyes wander to the clock radio reflection and concluded that it was sometime after three am…so here I was, at three am, on my knees in front of a full length mirror while Karl Urban fucked me gently in the ass. Shaking my head, I looked back to the image of us in time to feel his fingers leave my clit so that both hands could wrap my hips. I whimpered at the loss of peripheral pleasure and he smiled.

“Put your fingers on your clit for me,” he gently urged before sliding one hand up my side and across my arm to clutch my left hand. Fascinated, I could only watch as he moved me to his liking and pressed both of our fingers against my clit.

“Kar-rr-ll.” My voice rattled in the bedroom and broke up his name into three syllables.

“Keep them there.”

My fingers began a rhythm of their own and he took hold of my hips once more and slowly began moving. His cock would slide out of me and the ring of muscle would clench, only to be pushed open again as he thrust back in. The more he moved, the more I relaxed, and I was in pure heaven as his movements changed pace. This time he slid easily in and out of me.

“Such a tight little ass,” he mumbled across my shoulder. “Could fuck it all night.”

“Oh shit, yeah,” I squealed. That’s right, I actually squealed and my fingers rubbed at my clit faster. My other hand splayed helplessly on the mirror as I braced myself against his thrusts. I pushed back against him and he let out a gasp.

“Yeah, fuck me.” His voice was thick with desire and I felt his hips twitch, jerking slightly, and then he pumped faster. His head fell back and he let out a long growl. “Fuck!”

And then his hips moved faster, and he grunted in little panting breaths that puffed against my neck. Soft words tumbled from his mouth and his hands slid up my hips to play over my breasts. Fingertips closed over my nipples and he squeezed both hard peaks, rolling them between thumb and forefinger as he fucked me deeper. His tongue wandered, hot and wet, across my neck to twirl over my shoulder. His forehead pressed against my back and suddenly I felt power behind his movements. He was trying to fuck me right into the carpet. I felt my knees slide forward across the carpet but I paid no attention as my breasts were suddenly flat against the cool surface of the mirror. I turned my head so that I could still see Karl out of the corner of my eye and his hands grappled onto my shoulders. It was then that he began to lay into me.

His hips snapped forward and he shuddered deeply as his breath caught in his throat. He moaned softly and thrust again, and then again, and then I was lost in the rocking motion he created, feeling delicious pressure on the most intimate regions of my body. Never had I been so used, so thoroughly fucked – and I enjoyed it. I begged him to keep fucking me, I cried and moaned and wiggled my hips as I much as I could. My hand was a blur now between my thighs and my clit was near numbing when suddenly I felt Karl’s hand over mine. It moved further and he managed to slip two fingers into my pussy.

“Oh FUCK ME!” I yelped, ramming my hips back and stilling for a moment.

He slowed his pace and chuckled deeply, making my skin tighten. “Well, that’s the idea, luv,” he rumbled sweetly.

The sweat rolled lazily down my spine and the fingers that were teasing my breast pulled insistently at my nipple as his tongue wrapped around my ear. He tugged soft flesh between his teeth and then slowly began building his rhythm again.

The beat rose in a frenzied crescendo this time and Karl was gasping in no time at all. Two fingers were still buried deep inside of me and my fingers circled my clit until I thought I would pass out. The hand on my hip tightened then relaxed, and tightened again and Karl’s hot breath rasped in my ear. He was out of control, driving into my body relentlessly, and I welcomed him, encouraged him.

“Are you gonna cum?” He whispered eagerly. I nodded and he whimpered in response. “Cum with me,” he begged.

I felt his fingers twist inside of my pussy and his hips rocked against my ass as his teeth settled into my shoulder. The pain of his bite blasted through my drug induced haze and sent a shock of lightening through my body. I screamed then, possessed by my need for release and my desire to feel him lose control.

“I’m gonna cum,” I muttered as I panted.

“Shit.” His voice was tight and then he swallowed and grunted, and thrust for all he was worth.

I felt my body pitch forward and his hand slid over sweat-soaked flesh. The burning tingle was back between my thighs and a coil of white hot heat spiraled in my belly. I moaned, over and over again, and soon both of our voices filled the air of the bedroom. Karl’s voice caught in the back of his throat a moment later and he stiffened behind me while a low, keening wail slipped from his throat.

“Oh fuck,” he said thickly.

My eyes flickered to his in the mirror and saw that they were wide and filled with awe and complete lust. His hair was damp with perspiration and I watched him bite at his bottom lip and then his face broke into an expression of rapture. His nostrils flared, his jaw went slack, and his eyes fluttered closed. He came then, and I felt the heat spread through my body. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…Oh, fuck, baby,” he chanted endlessly.

I was close behind him. As I felt him let go, my body reacted, it tightened and I clenched around his cock and his questing fingers. My thighs trembled and the sweat slid from my skin as my eyes shut tight and I held my breath. I pushed. I pushed and I came explosively, and I cried his name softly. He sighed and continued to thrust slowly, and he moved his fingers from my pussy to gently stroke the overused, sensitive flesh. His lips trailed down the side of my neck as his hips came to a rest against me. Wrapping an arm about my waist he moved his other hand up to cup my chin and tilt my head back so that he could kiss the corner of my mouth.

My joints were suddenly screaming in protest and I made a small noise of discomfort. Karl’s reflection frowned at me and then gave me a soft smile before his hands slid to my hips once more and held me still. With careful precision, he pulled his length from me, causing both of us to hiss through clenched teeth. The shock of now feeling so completely empty made me shiver, but Karl’s hands smoothed up the damp planes of my back to rub at my shoulders for a moment.

“I think we better get you cleaned up,” he pointed out with a playful tone. “Shower?”

“I think I’m gonna need more time than that,” I protested as he stood and moved so that he could take my hands in his. He helped me stand and then brushed my hair from my eyes. “Can I have a go at it by myself?”

He chuckled and nodded right away, somehow knowing that after a round like that, I needed some time to collect myself. He gently pushed me in the direction of the bathroom, letting me know that there were plenty of towels at my disposal. I smiled at him before closing the door softly.

I don’t know how long I stood under the water for. I vaguely remember Karl’s voice calling my name and then his strong hands rubbing me down with a huge fluffy towel before bundling me off to bed. That night I slept better than I had in ages. Can you blame me?