In Lust for the Devil (E.J.C.)

My heart was beating out of my chest. You could honestly see it pounding. I was so scared of him. I was Horrified of his mind. The way he spoke, the way he sang. It was like he completely took my presence over.

I watched him perform his last song and I grinned as I saw the women surrounding him on stage, wishing I was them. I saw him wink at me as he quickly brushed them off and backed away. Fighting through the crowd, he quickly jumped onto a bar table to break free. Then it was over. The band was done for the night and it was time for the other band to start. I did not want him to leave. I wanted him to approach me. I had to do something and I had to move fast.

I decided to move my position to a clearer view. I wanted to make sure he could see me just as much as I could see him. I wanted to be as nonchalant as possible but then again I wanted to be apparent. The band started playing and I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was drinking a Heineken and sitting with his band mates. There were a few hang arounds and "groupies" talking his ear off and I could see his aggravation as he fidgeted in the chair. I was talking with friends, fully aware of what was going on with him. I grabbed my purse and applied my lip gloss and licked my lips as he watched me do it. His eyes were on me. We went over to speak to one of the other guys from the band and I made sure I was the sexiest one walking over. I could see by the way everyone was watching us walk, that all eyes were on us. Everyone wanted to be with one of us. We were beautiful, sexy and we knew it. I had my mind set on him. Noone else. Beside the few drunks walking over to me and asking me to dance and throwing roses my way, there would be no more distractions. It was time for the kill.

He approached me a little while later and asked how I thought the band sounded. Of course my reply was "You were incredible. Your style is so inspiring. You guys sounded amazing." He thanked me. We then continued with small talk and we laughed at other people and made fun of stupid drunks. We ended up having a great time. HE enjoyed it when my friend and I were fooling around and dancing and touching eachother. I think we broke the ice.

The night was wrapping up and I was still not satisfied with the results. I usually have it bagged at this point. Atleast there is an exchange of telephone numbers or we would have set plans for the next evening. Nothing had been accomplished.

I invited the band to some party that was going on after hours and luckily everyone had something to do except him. He decided to follow us to the garage and seemed happy to come along. When we got to the garage I took my jacket off to reveal my skin a little more and made myself extremely comfortable. I kept looking at him waiting for some action on his behalf. But there was nothing. No movement, no glance, no sign. I knew from that moment that I was in for a tremendous challenge. It was getting late so I made my move over to him and asked what he was doing after this and if he minded if I came with him. He hesitated briefly and then nervously said "I-I-I don't mind at all." He was just as scared of me as I was of him. It was boggling to me. I actually was with a man who did not want to take me home with him or was just plain scared to. I was with a man whose brain did not reside in his ball sack. I was completely turned on at that moment and even more challenged. I smiled at him and he followed me to my car.

When I got to my car I walked over to him and poked my head in the window and started to kiss him. I then continued to ask him how he felt about me coming home with him. He just kept repeating to me how much he has been burned. He insisted that he never does this and he is just very, very cautious.

By the time we got to his house, I was tired and very much attracted to him. He opened the door and I knew it was on. We sat on the couch and drank Heineken's and I read his book. The book was filled with his bitterness and rage and his lack of love. I looked into his eyes after I read the last line and I swear I saw the Devil. This only made my body yearn for him even more. I started to grind up on him. I wanted him to touch me. He kissed my lips so hard and long and he finally touched me. I moaned softly and was begging him for more. He started to kiss my neck. He started to feel my breasts. I wanted to take him right there. My pussy was beating for him. He spoke to me almost poetically and I just moaned to him uncontrollably. I started to move my head down to feel him in my mouth and he just pulled me back and caressed my breasts and kissed my neck. I was so completely wet at this point and I just wanted to explode. I wanted him inside me so much.

We walked into the bedroom and I got completely undressed. I laid down in the complete darkness and watched as his silhouette approached me. I was so excited. He just lie beside me and moaned. He ran his fingers up my thigh to my belly button. He licked my stomach and continued up to my breasts. He was biting my nipple passionately and just caressing my chest and my legs so gently yet at some points so hard. I couldn't take it any longer. I reached down to his cock and wanted to taste it. I could see nothing in the dark except his eyes. He was looking into my eyes so deeply, I think he could read my mind. I was dripping with desire and my lips were throbbing. I wanted to feel his large manhood thrust in and out of me. I wanted to cum so bad. He didn't seem to want to fuck me. He wanted to play I think, mostly. I was enjoying the foreplay, I loved it very much, but the teasing had gone on all night long. I couldn't wait another minute. I grabbed his shoulders and whipped him off of me. I pressed his arms over his head and secured them with my left hand.

I whispered in his ear "It's time for me to take control of you. You are driving me crazy. I want to make you feel as good as you have made me feel." As I moaned into his ear and straddled over his cock, I could feel it spring up towards my pussy. At that point I knew that I would not be defeated. The battle was won by me as I sat on him and thrust my body up and down on his cock. It was so intense. As I was looking in his devil like eyes, and my breasts were bouncing across his face, it was as if our minds were making love. He was trying so hard to touch me but now it was me holding him back. I felt good about that. I felt like I was his ruler. He was going to do as I say. I groaned so soft until I was screaming with pleasure and my juices were pouring down his leg like water.

After I had the orgasm, he was not quite finished. I freed him from my passion grip and he flipped me over on my belly and grabbed my hips and forced himself into me. It was the best feeling. He scratched down my back and smacked my buttocks and begged me to let him go deeper. My body gave into his pleads and I just fell prisoner to him. He threw himself in and out of me and his moans turned me on even more as if they were reassuring me that I am a pleasure for him. I kept whispering my moans and my reaction of divine pleasure to him. When he finally came inside of me, I could feel my body shake and his body quiver as he collapsed on my breasts. I wanted him to stay where he was at that very moment forever. But he left me lying naked and turned over and before I knew it he was snoring.