School Girls' Stories - New Generation

Chapter 59 – Restraints

Bliss looked around the hotel room curiously. She stepped in with her stomach tying itself in knots. This time, at least, she knew it was nerves and nothing else.

Link closed the hotel room door and suddenly she was locked in with him, into a room with just a king sized bed and a television that was going to charge ridiculous amounts so they could watch a movie.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a skirt before,” Link pointed out to her as he entered the room behind her.
Bliss looked down at herself. It was a long black skirt with slits up the sides. Even on their first date she had worn nice dress pants. This time she had worn the skirt, was it instinctive, did she want to tease him? It was long, it went to her ankles, but the slits were high enough to give nice flashes of toned muscled thigh once in a while. When she shifted she could see his eyes constantly going to her legs. The blouse she wore was nothing fantastic, just something silky that when she had accidentally (on purpose) spilled a little water on her during dinner, the silk had clung to her skin and soaked through to show some of her cleavage through the white material. Not enough to be obscene, but enough to draw Link’s attention to the wet spot constantly. He never noticed when she dabbed it again with water just to keep it white.

Now, through the constant teasing, she was nervous to be alone with him. She could not describe why, she had already been with him intimately, though it had been in anger in the front seat of a car, but this was different. This time would be with feelings and more need than just lust. Was she ready for this?

She better be. Link was on her quite swiftly, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, his lips traveling over her neck and pulling her blouse from her skirt so he could slip his hands under the material. His hands fumbled over her breasts, a bit unsure, but still with need as he slipped them under the lace and felt her bare nipples and squeezed.

“Link,” she said softly. He mistook her whispered use of his name as need and he pressed himself closer to her. She meant to protest, to tell him to stop, but when his lips began traveling up her neck she was feeling like putty in his hands. She let his hands roam her breasts, cupping them and feeling them, like he had never felt them before or would ever again. She forgot often that Link was just as inexperienced as she was.

Link pulled the blouse over Bliss’s head and discarded it on the floor in his haste, then looked at her back and tried not to sigh as he looked at the clasp of her bra. This was not a romance novel, and he was not some experienced man with perfectly deft fingers. Put a keyboard in front of him and he could type you one hundred words per minute, put a calculator in front of him and he could figure out any calculation you needed, but a woman’s clasped bra in front of him and he was suddenly a stumbling mess. But he was also a man and his pride would not let her help him, even as she reached around to do just that. He nearly swatted her hands away as he reached forward and tugged, a bit too hard, and unclasped them as quickly as he could, but still stumbling. That was while her back faced him, he could not imagine if he had been face to face with her how he would have tried to take the contraption off.

Bliss let the bra slip to the floor and instinctively brought her hands up and in front of her, covering her nipples while the majority of her breast still showed. Link turned her around so they faced one another. He took her in, despite that she was covering herself like a child, and then, with little delicacy, pushed her backwards and straight onto the bed. She had to reach out her arms to steady herself, which was exactly Link’s intention. He crawled over her before she could put her arms back up and reached out his hands to hold down her wrists so she could not cover herself once more.

He leaned forward and kissed her hard, bruising her lips under his passion. She barely noticed the discomfort of the pain, only letting him push her lips open with his tongue, letting his tongue find hers, and then melting into the kiss with him. His dress shirt rubbed against her bare breasts, itchingly, and for the first time that night her consternation passed and she longed to undress him faster. She would have reached up her hands and began ripping the clothes from his body if he was not holding down her wrists.

Bliss pushed her hips up into his, feeling the hardness behind his pants. Her thigh rubbed up and down his leg slowly. He shuddered slightly under the pressure and for once his control was leaving him. Every time he was around her heady scent and pulsing lips he felt his sense of self draining. He wanted nothing more than to hold her down and take her, roughly, as he had in the car. He would not do that to her again, though, not yet. He wanted her to enjoy it, and damn it, he wanted to enjoy it as well.

He kissed down her jaw line, up her jaw line, back down her jaw line, licking at her ear lobe, which had her thrusting up into him harder. He kissed down her neckline, over her breasts, finally releasing her wrists so he could slide down her body. He ran his hands under her ass, cupping it and drawing her closer, linking his fingers under the hem of her skirt, and underwear, and pulling down. He kissed her right leg all of the way down until the skirt and underwear were lost on the floor, then he kissed back up her left leg until he found her pussy with his lips, letting his tongue run over the slit ever so slightly. He saw Bliss quiver and it only made his concentration on foreplay begin to disappear that much quicker.

Bliss sat up suddenly and reached forward, her shaking hands reaching forward for the buttons on Link’s shirt. Gently, one by one, she let her trembling fingers undo each button. Link waited patiently, while his hard on did not, for her to finish. When his shirt was lost among her undergarments he went for his belt but she had not finished with him. Her hands were already upon his belt, loosening it and trying to pull it away from him before she even had it unclasped.

“I thought I was eager before,” Link pointed out. He found it hard to look at her while her hands were roaming over his body, pulling his pants and silk boxers away. “I do not think this is going to be as good as I want it to be, I almost feel I could explode now.”

Gray eyes were on him, smiling through their dark shift into hunger, and she said, simply, “At least wait until you have it inside of me.” Pants and boxers were now discarded and both of them were naked for both to see, the blaring hotel lights offering no solace from their eager eyes. Bliss never would have thought it romantic, to make love one of the first times (okay second) with the lights on but she felt no overwhelming urge to shut them off.

Link pushed her back into the bed, lying across her, separating her thighs, feeling her tremble. He let his hard on rub against her pussy, teasing her, while Bliss quietly begged, “Please, now.” He was very ready to accommodate his love. He lifted her legs, wrapped them around her, and slowly began pushing into her. Her face tightened with the strain for a moment, the pain still there, but not as bad as that first time. Link moved slow at first, appeasing them both, readying them more than they had initially thought they needed, but he was quickly in the moment. He moved inside of her, thrusting into her, pumping her, and for every thrust Bliss arched her back further and moaned quietly. Moans of compliance, of complacency, only made Link that much harder and he knew he would not last. He tried to bring her, to pump harder and faster into her, pushing as deep as he could, but she needed more, and he did not have enough. He leaned forward, kissed her lips deeply, and came. He felt ashamed; he was big talk, but not big enough action.

Arms wrapped around Link and brought him down to the woman below him. She kept her legs locked around him and her arms tight, her kisses reaching up to his face and eyes. “You make me feel wonderful,” she told him and then wiggled beneath him. “Next time will be better.”

Bliss should have stopped while she was ahead, and she knew it the moment she saw Link’s face. She felt instantly guilty she had said more than she planned and tried to amend herself as he stood up and pulled away from her. “Link, I did not mean it like…”

“Whatever,” he said. She knew he was angry. He hated using clipped teenage slang and here he was using it to brush her off.

“I just… I,” she could not finish. She had no idea what to say to him, what words would bring him back down from his anger. She could ignore it, though he would only become angrier with her.

“Forget it,” he shrugged. He was already reaching for his clothes and redressing himself. Bliss took that as a sign she should be too. He was cold, and if she was not dressed in time it was very possible he would just leave her there in his anger.
“Link-”

“Have you talked to Shu lately?” Smack! That was hot enough that he could not have hurt her more if he had physically smacked her. She knew his derogative thoughts towards that, and she knew that Link knew that in some ways she still cared for the boy she grew up with, even if not entirely. He admitted he was in love with Rhapsody, which had stung like Hell. She had rebounded with Link; feelings for her first love could not disappear so easily.

“Not since he moved out,” Bliss admitted. She knew not where else the conversation should go.

Link only gave a bitter nod as he finished dressing and looked to Bliss, who was mostly done. “I’ll check out while you finish. Meet me at the car.”

The moment the door slammed closed Bliss sat on the bed, curling her knees up to her forehead, and cried. She wondered sometimes why she put up with his coarse attitude. Was this worth it? And at the mention of Shu’s name her heart had thumped. Was she truly over him? Why now? Why did he have to do this after a moment that was supposed to be beautiful? In her anger she stomped out to the car, the ride tense with their silence. Neither even said good night as Bliss hopped out of his car and went into the house. She was glad the world was asleep; her mom might have overreacted at the sight of Bliss, her hair a mess, her mascara smeared. Bliss went to her room quietly and just tried to forget the night even happened.