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Hey, I Ruin Stories Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2024-05-01 09:59:14 +0000 UTCChapter 9: An Aurora Of The Night
Aurora, the woman who loved teasing others, was in fact a person who felt weak when someone else teased her.
She had a strong personality, a rather domineering look and an aura that made most people respect her or scared of her —irrespective of her beauty.
Most men that found her pretty backed off because she was too domineering for them to handle.
But even the women with the hardest personalities and the most flirtiest personality could feel butterflies if a man played his cards right, if he was well versed enough to make her feel things.
And even now, the lips of hers that pressed against another pair had her heart quaking. She was stunned, she was scared, she was perturbed but she was also thrilled, electrified and enraptured.
“W-Why?” She pulled back, pushing him by his chest, her hands weak.
“Sorry.” He said, his eyes dancing between her deep browns and her glossy red. “Just, may I?”
He asked, this time he decided to take permission.
Her heart was unsettled, his eyes did not appear too assuring. She did not know if he would stop even if she asked him to.
Was it assault?
Was it? If she was feeling a little something from it? It was, wasn’t it.
But he gave her the chance to stop it, but she didn’t take it.
She did not drink, but she was intoxicated. It was being awake till late, it was the cold of the night and it was his coffee tinted perfume.
“I—you—” She did not know what to say, she did not know what it meant to reject or accept.
“May I?” He asked, this time his voice softer, lower and more focused.
“Yes…” She said, yet she didn't hear what left her mouth —whether it was a yes or a no.
But she got her answer with the next passing moment, with the next soft touch on her lips.
Her eyes closed, her body was betraying her, her mind was betraying her.
‘Why?’ She cried to herself, ‘Why am I allowing this?’
The answer?
She didn't know.
But she knew that it was impossible for her to reject his advances.
Her body had given up right after the first kiss and her mind had betrayed her even before that.
“You have beautiful lips.” He said, his hands gently moving towards her cheeks. “Soft, and warm.”
He pushed his forehead softly against her, his breath hitting hers, and his hand gently rubbing the back of her neck.
“May I?” He asked again, this time his eyes staring straight at her eyes, not moving for a second, not daring to blink.
“Yes.” This time, she knew what she said.
And she did not hate it.
His lips against hers, prying them often before his tongue invaded hers, rubbing gently on hers.
His body moved closer, one arm on the back of her head, soft and gentle. And the other on her waist, roaming from one edge to another.
Her eyes closed, refusing to open, savoring the kiss and the feeling.
And before she knew it, even her hands were on him —moving gently against his back.
He moved closer, pushing her further towards the wall while his body moved over her desk.
His hands treaded through dangerous paths.
“N-No—” She moaned softly as his hands rubbed around her ass. “This feels wrong.”
She knew it was her dorm room, she was still in the school’s campus. It was wrong, it was unethical.
“You don't want it?” He asked, and she wanted to say yes. It was wrong, doing such things in the school was not right.
But could she say that?
“I do…”
She couldn't.
She enjoyed his touch, she enjoyed him.
“Then let me.” He said as he moved softly to her neck, kissing it as gently as he could.
Her heart beat was faster than what she thought was possible. She felt herself growing weak, unable to keep her balance —even when sitting.
She was giving in.
To his touch, to his kiss and to him.
And before she knew it, she had given up entirely. Even his hands, that had long since moved past her first layer of clothing and was moving towards removing the fabric from her entirely.
But she did not mind. She did not care.
She wanted him to remove them.
And with one skilled swoop, he had undone her bra, making it loose and releasing her breasts from it —still not visible, just free inside the dress.
“Please.” She said, “Remove them.”
She couldn't do it. She was weak, weak in his touch.
But he, but the man did not listen. Instead he teased her and her body.
His hands explored around her body, moving softly and skillfully over her legs —giving her goosebumps from the touch.
His hands drew in, going deeper and inside her dress, reaching places unreached.
Wrapped her hand around him, her fingers digging inside his back, nails pushed over his shirt.
Yet his hands did not stop, they moved closer and closer to her.
The thumbs rubbed her thighs, the rest of the fingers played it, moving softly and gently like a harp.
It felt sensitive, ticklish and even good.
Aurora pushed her head on his neck, taking a whiff of his soft and nice scent —lightheaded from it. She, for the first time kissed him and his neck.
It was gentler than anything she had done. And she liked it, being gentle and someone being gentle with her.
“Do it.” She said, “Remove them. Entirely.”
He stared at her again, letting her a moment to think it through — but she didn't say a word past it.
And so he could do only what was asked. With a calm smile, he fully pulled through the tiny little zip of her dress, making it come undone, before slightly pulling on it for it to come off of her.
Her bra still loosely hung from her arm, but it didn't matter. The two were feeling it, the excitement, the sensations and the fervor.
Their tongues danced against each other, wilder than ever, unafraid and unwilling to let go.
Before his hand moved down till he found something damp.
“You…” He softly pulled back and saw her biting her lips.
“I want you.” She said, “Please.”
He nodded, and removed her bra entirely, letting her breasts dance naked in front of his eyes. They were pretty olive tinted that he was willing to have a taste of.
And he did. His head lowered, hand on her back as he pulled her forward, her breasts right over his lips, pressed and played with.
“Mhmm…” She moaned as his tongue moved around her hardened nipple, toying with it.
He finally moved his hands from her thighs and her back to fully clasp on her breasts, squeezing them harder, and playing with them, teasing them and enjoying them.
“Ah…” She liked his touch, he did not know why, but she loved it.
Her eyes were closed, body left loose for him to explore. And he realized that, gently letting go of her tits and moving down —getting off the desk and on the floor.
He was tall, tall enough to reach her lower regions even when he knelt and she sat atop the tall desk.
He rubbed his fingers over the wet fabric of her panties, sending shivers through her body making her jolt.
“Relax.” He finally spoke after long. “Let me make you feel good.”
He did not wait for a reply and immediately pulled the crotch panel to the side, giving view of dripping wet cunt.
“Please be gentle…” She did not resist, just asked him to be gentle.
And like a gentleman, he kept heed of her request.
Moving his tongue as softly, as carefully and yet as skillfully as he could over her lips, moving around them teasingly.
“Mhmm…” She moaned, “It…”
It felt good, but she couldn't say it. Her voice was stuck, deep engrossed in the feeling of his tongue over her lips.
His fingers pried her open, his tongue explored her unexplored regions and his breath tickled her most sensitive spot before his tongue moved to it.
“Oh!”
She bit her lips, grabbed his hair as his tongue danced over her clit.
She was drowning in pleasure, just as he was drowning in her juices. She loved it, the sensation, the breath and the warmth — but so did he.
Her scent, her taste and her warmth.
His tongue went deeper, finger further and her mind emptier.
“Owh!” Her grasp on his hair tightened, it hurt but he did not complain. Her body was far more enjoyable than the pain to complain.
“Please.” She begged, “Give it to me. I need you.”
He ever so softly pulled back and looked into her eyes.
“You sure?” It was for the last time he asked, there was no going back from it and she knew it.
“Y-Yes.” She begged, her body lowering, hand going below that and onto his pants, rubbing the bulge. “Give it to me.”
He did not deny her, nor did he decline her request. He got up and undid his pants, letting it fall down right in front of her eyes and sprouting a cock right on her face.
Her eyes widened as it moved near her face, her ears warm from its sight and mind numb.
“Oh give it to me.”
She begged for it, its scent was nice. Not pungent like she expected but a musky tone that made her want it even more.
She would even shove it down her throat if it meant it would be shoved down her cunt later.
But he didn't ask for a blowjob, instead he lifted her up, very gently and very easily and took her towards her bed.
“The desk is too hard.” He said, “You would hurt your back.”
She nodded, not saying a single thing against his suggestion.
She laid on the bed, heart racing, body warm, cheeks red and legs open wide.
His hands rubbed her knees as he moved closer. She could feel him close, she could feel it closer to hers.
He was biting her lips, waiting for it to enter her. Each second felt like an eternity, each breath felt unbearable.
“Please.” She begged once again.
And he did as asked, not saying a word above hers.
“Oh God!”
She could feel his tip pushing inside her, her heart rate went faster than she ever thought was possible. Harder and faster, the stark opposite of his movement —Softer and slower.
“O-Oh!”
Slowly, his cock went inside her, fully. Her eyes widened, feeling a spark of pain as his whole thing went inside her depth. It was big, it was thick but she was not going to complain. She wanted it inside, she wanted him inside.
“Continue.” She said through the pain, “Don't stop!”
And he didn't. He didn't dare to when it was just as pleasurable for him as it was for her.
His cock moved inside her cunt, through the warm walls, soft yet tight.
They both felt ecstatic, enjoying each other's bodies, unable to stop, unable to repel.
“Mhmm!” He groaned, increasing his pace as she felt more and more comfortable.
The soft and gentle pushes soon turned hard and rough.
He pushed her legs up, pressed against her breasts and back lifted alittle, causing his cock to go even deeper inside her and her eyes torn open from the pleasure she felt.
The sensation was felt in her soul, the excitement was unexplainable.
“Oh by the stars!” She moaned, unable to control herself. “Don't stop now!”
And he didn't, he moved harder and faster, making her cunt feel sensations never felt before.
No finger, no toys could ever replicate the feeling that she was feeling.
“I might…” She moaned, “I m-might be u-unable to stop m-myself if you c-continue!”
Hearing this, his pace only became faster, hitting places that he knew felt good for her.
“Oh N-No!” She moaned, “S-Stop!”
She begged, she knew she would cum soon if he continued. But he didn't listen and kept moving, hard and faster.
And with that, her vision blurred, body weakened and in the matter of a few instances —her body gave up.
“I-I am cumming!” She moaned out, unable to delay any further.
As she shuddered from the shock, from the pleasure —he slowed his movements before stopping, letting her breathe.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“Oh, I am alright!” She said, dizzy and relaxed. “I am great.”
This made him smile. “Great, because I am not done yet.”
She froze, horrified.
“No…”
She stared at his cock, it was still hard and throbbing.
“The night is long, and we have only just begun.” He said, “We tend to continue further.”
Maybe, maybe she thought.
This was a mistake?
But the pleasure. It was too good, and despite being tired, she was willing to feel it again.
“O-Okay.” She said, “As long as you are not satisfied. You can keep going.”
But that, that was a very big mistake as by the time he was done —it was daylight and she had long since fainted.
Fainted from the best sensation of her life.
