Knowing His Secret by K. C. Falls Page B

rest of the children." There was an edge to his words. It was the same edge I had heard from the stage when I corrected him. It was the hiss that I had heard when he held my face in his at practice that first night when I went back to his house.
    If I backed away I'd probably never know what it was like to have Tristan King's cock inside me. He made it clear that it was going to be his way or not at all. I wasn't going to get any answers 'before'. The only kind of knowledge I had to look forward to at that moment was the carnal kind.
    His eyes had narrowed slightly and his nostrils flared. He wasn't going to try to convince me. He had made it a challenge. It was my choice, but the stakes were high. I leaned down toward his face as if I was going to kiss him. Instead I put my mouth very close to his ear and ground my pelvis into his.
    "No cookies…just milk," I whispered.
    He rolled me over onto my back against the pillows. He got up and closed the loft door, sliding the bolt in place to lock it. He kneeled in front of me and pulled my light cotton sweater over my head. My bra followed. He leaned over and tugged at each of my nipples with his lips and then raked his teeth across the erections that sprang up at his touch.
    My skirt slipped off easily and he hooked his thumbs into the elastic strings at the side of my thong and brought them off at the same time. He took my knees in his hands and spread my legs apart so that I lay in front of him utterly naked and exposed.
    All the while he punctuated his touches and his movements with "beautiful", "perfect", "succulent", "gorgeous".
    "Touch yourself."
    I had never masturbated in front of a man. It seemed a terribly intimate thing to do.
    "Touch yourself while I undress. Watch me get naked and get ready for me."
    I put a tentative hand between my legs. I watched his face as he watched my hand. He began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
    "Don't be shy. I know you know what to do with your own body."
    He was right of course. I knew what to do with my body, but it was strange--strange and utterly arousing--to begin circling my clit with practiced fingers for someone else's eyes. I rubbed with the flat pads of my fingers, dipping down to gather some of my moisture to bring up to my clit. He saw me. He brought that hand to his mouth and sucked the fingers, wetting them even more. He put my hand back against my pussy.
    "More, I want to see more." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I rubbed in a tighter, harder rhythm as I watched his muscles move under his bronzed skin. There was just the right amount of hair on his chest--a furry patch in the middle that just barely reached his nipples--and a little golden trail down to his navel and below. He pushed his shorts and boxers off and I gave a little groan when I saw his erection spring out from his body. It excited me beyond measure to know that it was his desire for me that swelled his cock. This man…this complex, shadowed, beautiful, talented man wanted me .
    I spread my legs further apart wanting to welcome him. He leaned over me and began to kiss and softly bite my inner thighs. Every so often he would suck hard enough on the soft flesh so that it would sting and make me cry out. But the small pains made my fingers work harder and my clit reach out for more and more sensation.
    He sat back on his haunches and pulled me onto his lap. My ass was on his powerful thighs and my legs at each side of his torso. My hand lost its rhythm. "Don't stop working yourself," he ordered. "I want to watch you make yourself come. Right here in front of me."
    I didn't know if I could. It seemed almost clinical to have his face just above my furiously working fingers. I closed my eyes hoping I could let go easier that way. If he wanted me to climax, then I wanted it too. I just wasn't sure I would be able to do it.
    "No. Don't. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes. I want you to see mine." I locked onto his hazel depths and I