Spin-off smut

His pale blue eyes were locked on her as she slowly, carefully began to slide her way onto him, pulling an appreciative moan from his throat. Despite her teasing - or perhaps because of it - the image of the dainty rosette impaling herself on his shaft pulled at his self-control like shears on thread. At some point, his hands had moved away from her hips to grip the edge of the bench to stop themselves from slamming her onto him like a wild animal.

But now John noticed his grip was so firm that his knuckles were white.

And when Celi had to stop after the first three inches, the threads of his patience began to fray. He mentally scolded himself for wanting to hurry and fill her up completely. It was her first time after all. Her chest was heaving as she gasped for air as she remained still, undoubtedly stretched far more than she'd reasonably expected, if the near death grip she had on him was any indication.

She was soaking wet, but so unbelievably tight that he thought he might snap and lose control if she didn't move soon. And then, the rosette admitted that she'd need him to take over. John was so shocked he had to do a double take.

"Say what?!"

After a moment of gaping at her in disbelief, the boy pried his vice-like grip from the bench and carefully replaced his hand on her hips. Careful... careful... careful. He repeated the mantra over and over in his head and slowly guided her up a little, then down a little. Up a little, then down a little further, over and over, slowly and surely until eventually his entire length had slid into her and she rested at the base for a few moments as he waited for her to catch her breath.

"There." His voice was breathy with both relief and desperation to jack-hammer into her, but he barely stopped himself, "How are you feeling?"

John did not speak French, not even a little. In fact, the most thing he'd ever had before Celi was french fries, and he wasn't even sure those had anything to do with the country. So when a string of the language escaped her in a breathy voice, he wasn't sure if she felt good or if she was swearing at him.

Probably both.

He was fine with that.

But when she pleaded with him to take her in such a needy voice, what little thread of self control he'd been desperately cling onto snapped as if it were nothing. Instantly, his grip tightened around her hips and his rolled upwards into them, hard. Once, twice, dragging out the sensation of the friction between them where they were connected.

And then, in typical fashion, he lost control of rational thought and started bucking into her like some some sort of rodeo bronco trying to throw the rider from it's back. But the harder he bucked, the more his hands drove her down onto him cock over and over. Deep in the pleasure-fogged recesses of his mind, he knew he should be far more gentle, but he couldn't stop himself.

And he didn't want to stop.

It was clear that even if Celi had been speaking English, whatever she was saying exactly would've been lost on John. Right now he was running on desire and instinct, and he was not letting up even the slightest. The way she burned for him set him ablaze in all but the literal sense as he drove mercilessly into her core, the head of his cock meeting her cervix again and again.

Whatever she was saying, she was clearly happy him him if her cries of ecstasy were any indication. She was clinging to him as if he was the only thing grounding her in this reality. And if he was to be honest with himself, which he always was, he liked that idea. Vaguely, he registered that her juices not only covered her thighs, but they'd completely soaked through his jeans as well.

Good.

The bell that brought lunch to an end had rung a while ago, but John couldn't care less. All he wanted was for Celi to keep screaming his name and holding onto him like a lifeline. But the pleasure was steadily building as he kept ruthlessly thrusting inside her and he felt the familiar twinge in his scrotum. Their fun would only last a little bit longer.

f*ck.

If John hadn't been on the edge of exploding already, he might've had the chance to delay his orgasm for maybe another minute. But then Celi had to go take her clothes off and rudely shove him over the edge. Ejaculation was about to happen and it was going to happen imminently.

His hands went to slip her hips upwards enough for him to pull out and cum all over her clit, but the rosette's strength had left her legs and her death grip on his hair would speed his release before he could lift her enough. In a desperate attempt, he decided to just yank her off himself quickly. Unfortunately, her legs were drenched with her juices and she slid from his grip.

Gravity worked and brought her down hard as he blew his load. It felt so amazing that he filled her to overflowing with his seed, the hot bursts hitting the back of her womb over and over until it filled it. The thick fluid seeped from where they were still intimately joined.

"Christ, that's hot." John gasped, before the realization that there was a good chance he just impregnated Celi hit him. "Wait, f*ck! I didn't mean to come inside!"

"It's not a safe day for me."

When those words escaped Celi's lips, he felt his blood run cold and his body stiffen in panic. What was he going to tell his mother? She'd absolutely murder him for this... metaphorically speaking, and would no doubt make him feel guilty over this for the rest of his life.

What should he say?

What should he do?

It's not like John had the same kind of financial background that Celi came from, but he did come from an honest, loving, hard-working family. Things might have started the wrong way, but he could own up to it. He might be infamous for his attitude and temper, but he was confident that he could shoulder whatever life threw at him. It might be tough, but he knew what he'd have to do.

John took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and looked her dead in the eye.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He sounded more confident than he felt, but he'd bulldoze his way to being there for her if need be, "You and your sister want to come live with my family or do you want me to move in with you?"

As her words grew quieter and more uncertain, John's expression changed from curiosity to frustration. "You... what?" His voice was low and icy as his gaze hardened. Sure, John could handle whatever teasing was thrown at him as long as it was either in good fun or to help people let off steam. But this?

"You...what?"

Pulling her up off his now softening cock, he slung Celi over his lap and flipped her skirt up to expose her rear. "I oughta tan your hide!" He snapped and raised his hand sharply, long fingers splayed wide. In that moment, he hesitated. He was unquestionably mad, but he couldn't bring himself to actually hurt her, so when he brought his hand down to connect with her tush it didn't even sting.

But it was loud, and their mixed juices splattered off.

Teeth still gritted in frustration, he sucked in a breath. The air hissed through his teeth as he halted his hand midair. One shaky breath, slowly pulled in, out. Another, then another. Celi squirmed on his lap but whether it was in anticipation or attempted escape, he didn't care. The hand holding her prisoner was keeping her there and she wasn't about to break free.

John's hand still hovered in the air.

He had to stop.

Her discarded clothing was scattered haphazardly all over the floor, their combined juices were coursing down her thighs and splattered all over the place, and his jeans were completely soaked through now. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand came down to rub where he'd spanked her. John had refused to actually hurt her, was raised better than that, but an unexpected feeling surfaced that had made him stop.

He was starting to get turned on.

In a huff, he flipped her over and yanked her back up so that she was seated in his lap and facing him. The anger had faded for the most part, but he was still frowning. His jaw was still clenched, but he managed an eerie calm as he forced out, "If you ever do that to me again, I'll f*ck you until you can't walk. Every. Fucking. Day."

John looked at her as if she'd grown another head.

"Jesus Christ." He bit out, "Of course I don't wanna stop being around you. I like you, ya crazy broad!"

Whatever John had been expecting, it wasn't the outburst of emotions coming from the pretty girl on his. As he listened to her beat herself up, a few red flags popped up. Namely, Celi blaming herself and cutting herself down, and calling herself a tramp. How could she possibly even think such a thing when he'd taken her virginity just now?

And while the Wilder let her continue he considered how upset she really was and how hard she was taking it. Forcing John to have sex with her just because he liked her face? No one forced John Wilder into anything. No one even tried, unless they wanted to be hospitalized. No one except his mother, but he respected her enough to listen. No, the way Celi was punishing herself after he'd stopped spanking her spoke of something else.

Something that seemed like abuse.

What kind of parents did she and her sister have to move to Rai Island without them? Things suddenly made a lot more sense now and John was angry for an entirely different reason. If he ever ran into them, he'd make their lives absolute hell. In the meantime, his arms circled around Celi and brought her into a close embrace. He'd let her little joke go. It was silly in comparison.

"Shh, it's okay." He stroked her hair, trying to calm her down, "Everything's fine. I overreacted, that's all, and I'm sorry." His arms kept her close to him in what he hoped was a comforting embrace and he gently rocked her back and forth. They stayed like that for a while and he absently noted that there was no believable excuse they'd be able to give for skipping half the day. It didn't matter to him anyway.

When John felt Celi had calmed down enough, he lowered his voice to a whisper, his breath hot in her ear. "And if it makes you feel better, spanking you turned me on too." And as if to prove his point, he gave her butt a little tap.

John gave her an incredulous look but the corners of his mouth perked up anyway. "What kind of question is that? Of course I'm up for more!" He stated as if it were obvious, and then quirked a brow at her, "You gonna be alright after that paddling? You were quite a naughty girl after all."

A smug grin curled the Wilder's lips as he grinned down at her like some devilish incubus ready to drain her dry. "Well, well. It looks like the lady has a kinky side." John teased, clucking his tongue at her in feigned disappointment, "Who knew she'd like gettin' fucked like an animal on her first day of school?"

His large, rough hands squeezed her ass as if to emphasize his point.

Celi was likely still a little sore, so he'd try not to be too rough with her, but he wasn't going to stop until she came hard again. And know that he knew she was on the pill, he wanted to fill her up until his seed spilled out again and again.

Well, how do ya like that? John thought to himself as he watched Celi make herself both comfortable and irresistible. It seemed to come as naturally as breathing to the rosette, despite her previous inexperience, and it was making it more and more difficult for him to want to keep his hands to himself.

Common sense told him that nothing in life was this easy, that he should be wary and proceed with caution. Easy come, easy go, after all. But on the other hand, he had the unmistakable feeling that if he didn't act now, he might lose his chance. And John Wilder had never been the type to let things go. He wasn't going to start now. No, if he hadn't been certain when he'd first seen Celi arrive at the docks, he sure was now.

He didn't just want her, he wanted to keep her.

Rising from his place on the bench, his cool blue eyes never left her. With each step he took towards Celi his cock bobbed weightily, the piercings glinting as they caught the sunlight. His calloused hand reached to slide over her still-warm ass as he hummed in approval. He was going to enjoy this. But more importantly...

She would too.

Heat radiated from his body as John's large, intimidating form moved behind Celi and his hands slid to guide her hips. Calloused as his rough hands were, he could still feel her lightly trembling. A case of the nerves? Worry that her inexperience would drive him away? The Wilder boy was sure that was probably the case.

What he should do would be to gently take her in his arms and hold her. He should whisper in her ear that nothing she could do would drive him away from her, that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. He should take it slow and make sweet, sweet love to her. Kiss her and reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

But John wasn't really that kind of guy.

Celi had clearly said she wanted him to fuck her like an animal, and was he ready to deliver! With barely any time to line himself up at her dripping entrance, he slammed his entire length into her with enough force to make her lose her balance if he hadn't been gripping her firmly.

But he didn't give her even a second to recover. His long, thick, studded cock pistoned inside her mercilessly, thrusting deeper inside her with the new angle. John had been gentle with her for her first time and that had been enough. Now that her body had welcomed him once, he was going to make sure it welcomed him always.

As he railed her, he leaned down over Celi to growl into her ear, "It's a good thing you're on the pill, 'cause I'm gonna fill you up until my cum flows outta you like rivers."