C I N N A M O N & S E X

Loki ( Main character )
White hair
Blue eyes
Lean and tall

Rozu
Black hair
Amber eyes
Extremely tall and tautly muscled


Rozu was the only one to ever knock Loki off his feet. What happens when Rozu invites Loki to the local dance club, and Loki decides to come?

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I arrived at the party half past ten, fashionably late. I stepped up to the building slowly, and took a deep breath. I never did well with the angry beats of the thumping music, or the blinding flashes of strobe lights. But the image of a certain raven haired male flashed through my already troubled my mind, and I let out a huff of determination. I wouldn’t let the bastard think I was afraid of him. And I wasn’t. Mostly.

It was strange, these confusing feelings that welled in my stomach, and threatened to eat away and shatter my normally cool composure, that I strived so hard to hold. Never before had I been the one caught in a infatuation where I could not get what I wanted, now so desperately. I had become so used to being desired uncontrollably by anyone. Perhaps the cockiness would be my downfall. Or perhaps I had already fallen.

I reached out, hands gripping the handle with a tight grip. And I flung it open, striding it like I owned the place. Several people glanced towards me, and I let my lips twitch into the charm all smile. The music flooded my ears like a mudslide, repetitive and hypnotic. The lights that spun around in circles in all the colors I could imagine dazed me at first.

As I made my way a few feet in, I realized most of the huge room was filled with a hug mass of people, all dancing and jumping together. I was envious, as it seemed their hearts danced with the music, and like a school of fish, they danced on the same wave length. And I suddenly desired nothing more to become part of it. So I surged forward, and joined the crowd.

The body contact was wonderful. There was no personal space here, and hungry hands roamed freely over unknown bodies. I fondled what I could grab, and soon felt myself being attended to nicely. Hands groped at my pants and chest, making me gasp. The tight leather pants that clung to my hips grew tighter. And I caught eye contact with someone, my own icy blue eyes meeting a wild hue of violet. I moved towards them, as I came to face with a beautiful stranger.

And I continued to revel in the mesmerizing tunes that muted any sound, and found myself flushed against this man. I didn’t know who he was, and I didn’t care. The beat sped up, and I flipped my hips back and forth. He approved, and clutched my sides tightly. And we danced passionately, before I started to lose interest, and began pulling away into the crowd. He sensed this, and his hands slipped under my shirt, hastily trying to keep me to stay.

But I left. For that was what I did. I would allow sample taste, but no full bottle, leaving them hungry for more and wondering what could have been. As I moved through the crowd, I remembered the reason I was here on the first place. Recalling the note however, the bastard had said nothing more than to be here. And I was here. I moved away to near a bar, and slid between two men sitting down. The small bar was packed full.

I raised my hand to order, but was pulled down. I was startled for a minute, as I felt hips grinding across my ass in circles. I turned sharply to stare at the drunk man who smirked obnoxiously at me. He was ugly and I did not like him. So I took the other man’s drink, and poured it on his head. Then I fled quickly to the opposite side of the bar, hiding between some women. They looked at me, and giggled. I couldn’t hear it, but I could tell by their faces.

They thought I was cute. I snarled, and they were taken aback. I raised my hand, but the bartender only glanced over at me, and refused to come over. I raised an eyebrow, as he went to a big breasted woman as soon as she sat down. When he turned back to me, I thought fast, and spun around, shaking my back a bit. He stepped over slowly. I had to yell him my order. He didn’t seem satisfied enough with the show. But I wasn’t offering any more of my body to him, and held up a twenty instead. He set down my drink a few minutes later. As I raised it to my lips, I felt a hand placed over my own.

I looked up to see the bastard, grinning down at me.


I hissed and slapped away his hand. But he only wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and moved to take the glass away. I gripped it tighter. He leaned down, nuzzling my ear. It felt nice. He let out a hot breath. He was only whispering, but I could hear him over the music. “Spiked.” he said simply. And I released it, glaring at the bartender. He tossed the glass somewhere over his shoulder. I could faintly hear it break. He licked my ear, but I did my best to remain calm. Every touch seemed to ignite my senses like a match.

I was like a fish caught in a net. He bit my ear hard, and I lost control for a second. I stared up into lustful amber eyes. He spoke to me again. “How are you, kitten?” he said, and I just nodded. I didn’t trust my voice. He let his tongue slide from the tip of my earlobe, to the tip of the shell. “Are you thirsty?” he asked, and I nodded again. It was the only response I could conjure. He was wearing his normal long jacket, and those stupid goggles. His pants were just jeans, but they were tight in all the right places. He spun the chair around, and stared down at me.

He revealed a small bottle of pomegranate juice in the inside pocket of the trench. I reached out and grabbed it. I uncapped it and chugged it down quick. The taste was strange and new. I had never eaten a pomegranate before, but suddenly felt the urge to bite into one. Could you bite into a pomegranate? Or did you peel it before you ate it? I was content, and tossed the bottle, copying Rozu’s previous gesture. He leaned down again, and I felt my dignity fade as he made me shudder, hot lips moving against my cheeks. He trailed his way back to my other ear.

“Let’s dance, kitty-cat.” he said, as he pulled me up forcefully. He blinked, before tugging me over to a shadowy uncrowned area. I could hear a couple in a corner a bit away moaning and whimpering loudly. He dug in his pockets for a minute, before holding out his palm to show two small white pills. I stared at them almost fearfully. I had been taught to not tamper with drugs by my father. Too many times had I been told of when drugs took over a person’s life.

Rozu read me like a book, and put both in his mouth. I sighed thankfully for a minute, but then he lashed out and pulled me violently against his body, jamming his lips brashly against my own. I tried to keep my lips shut, but when a knee wedged between my legs, I gasped painfully, and I felt the bitter taste of pills flood my mouth. I shook angrily, as his strong hands kept me in place, until the taste faded. He chuckled into the kiss. I pulled my tongue back, and bit his tongue. He gasped, and fell back, as I was slammed against a wall.

He growled angrily. But I could see the lust flicker in his eyes, as the snarl turned to a feral grin. I realized I was acting like a hopeless bitch again, and shoved him back, as I strutted away. He followed after obediently. As we reached the crowd, his hand clasped mine. At first I thought he was afraid to go in, and I felt satisfaction fill my chest, but when he looked down with a territorial glare, it faded.

I was his property. It was so bittersweet, this emotion that I could not describe. I felt like a moth to light, drawn into the deadly. I looked up at him again. Examined the wonderfully sharp features. The slanted wolfish eyes, and wide mouth. The smooth skin I wished to touch. Rozu had pushed me off my mountain. And I was blindly tumbling towards the bottom. Hopelessly and unavoidably obsessed, with what he would not allow me to have.

He stopped, and I realized we were in the middle of the crowd. He stared down at me and cocked his head to the side. I read his lips as words were stomped out by the thumping bass. ‘Let’s dance, pet.’ he commanded. And I was soon lost in his embrace, as I danced with him. At first I moved slow. I was hesitant to return his vivacious movements. But he encouraged me, gripping my hips and rolling them. Soon I gave in, and let our bodies mesh and sway together.

It was heaven, the delicious feeling erupting across my skin, spreading like a raging forest fire. My mind went foggy. I was falling into those golden eyes, and I realized his gropes were becoming more sexual. His hands slid across my ass, and gripped in roughly. I wanted more. His hips would bump against mine, and sneak away as I whimpered for more contact. He leaned down when the song changed, a small bit of quiet settling over the club. “How do you feel, kitten?” he asked. I couldn’t speak. I just leaned up, and moaned wantonly in his ear.

He nodded, and I realized I was swaying. The room was spinning. I was afraid, and suddenly all the bodies around me were suffocating me. There was no space. I needed space. I look frantically around. Rozu blinked, and I made a strange strangled attempt to tell him I wanted air. But once again, like he had known me for years, he scooped me up and carted me away from the people. As we reached the edge of the bar, he moved towards and exit entrance. He pushed it open, and I expected to feel the harsh chill of the outside.

But as the door closed, the previous rave became only a faint hum of music that not even the thick metal door could muffle. It was a long hallway. It reminded me of a hotel, with badly patterned carpet. H stood for a moment, as he walked towards the end. I was in a fog, blindly letting him carry me wherever he pleased. His hands held me tightly, and I felt safe. I nuzzled into his shoulder and inhaled deeply. He smelled like cinnamon and sex. It made me feel hot all over again.

He unlocked one of the doors, and slid inside. It was a smaller room. He stroked my back. He carried me to a couch, and set me down. I begin to panic, as I realize what he intended to do. He wanted to fuck. I wanted to too. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t confirm for him that I’d stumbled. I stood, and began making my way to the door. But strong arms wrapped around my waist. “Going so soon, kitty?” he asked. His husky voice made my head spin more. He began puling me back. I fought weakly.

I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. I needed to be with him. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t let him take me like I was just anyone. He chuckled, as he set my softly on the bed. I snarled and lashed out, hitting his cheek. He growled and pinned me down, and I squirmed. It was my turn to smirk. He let his lips stretch back out as he rubbed his cheek. “Kittys got claws…” he said, as he moved my wrists up. I once again squirmed, and told him softly to get the fuck off, But he had none of it, and sat down on my hips. He began grinding downward.

He attacked my mouth with brutally hot kisses. My tongue was lost in his mouth. I licked up and down his teeth, adoring the sharp canines, and the faint indent of when I previously bit him. His hands moved up my shirt, as he raked his nails down my chest. I screeched into the kiss. It felt so damn wonderful. I withdrew my tongue, and he began thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth. Soon our lips separated, but our tongues still fought each other outside of our mouths.

He slid downward, shoving up my shirt. He bit my nipple so hard I jumped. Then he swirled it with his tongue. I was getting hard. My stomach swirled and bubbled. He moved up to my shoulder, and sucked hungrily. When a large angry red hickey was left. He seemed satisfied and content. He wanted me to be only his. Now everyone would see that I was his. He kissed my eyelids, and I breathed softly. Then he slapped my thigh through my pants, hard enough to make the almost orgasmic sound ring out and echoe through the room.

I was startled, and whimpered. He began feverishly palming my groin. He would do it good and hard, then tease me softly. I wriggled and growled. He leaned down. “What do you want?” he said, as he kissed my neck. I freed one of my hands, pulling senselessly at my clothes. “Off!” I demanded, and he laughed at my childish impatience. But he obliged, and pulled my shirt over my head. He threw off his top in a second, as he tried to unbuckle my pants. I hit his hands away. I growled. “Do it with your mouth!” I yelled. Of course, he didn’t have to obey.

But he did. And that made me happy enough to allow him a low groan, as he licked up and down the zipper, before sliding it down, tortuously slow. I heard every notch come undone. Then he undid the button with his teeth. I didn’t see how, but I was thoroughly impressed. He slid my pants down to my knees, and chuckled. “Look at what you’re wearing. You wanted to get fucked tonight, didn’t you?” he said, as he tapped the top of the small panties. They were my favorite. Lacy but sophisticated. He leaned down and laid a soft peck on the top.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he crooned, as he slapped my groin meanly. I hissed and rubbed up into his hand. I smirked. “And you’re a cunt face, but I don’t say that out loud.” I retorted. But I was silenced as he nuzzled the top of my underwear, licking it with that lovely long tongue. They were too small for my current hard on, and I wanted them off. “Off, off, off…” I pleaded quietly. He nodded against the fabric and I moaned softly.

He pulled it over my member, letting the undergarments rest mid thigh. He stared like some hungry animal, and I found myself shying away, hands twitching to my thighs. He snatched them and moved them to his hips. He chuckled. “How many laps can the kitty run?” he said, snaking a hand around my cock, and giving it a hard squeeze, that made my hips shake. I laughed. “More than you can, bastard.” I hissed. He nuzzled my member like it was an old friend. But I shook in anticipation, begging those hot lips to encase me, and to drown in his hands.

He seemed to think a moment, before he yanked off my pants and underwear. I let out a yowl of anger. “Suck me, you fucking sick prick!” I demanded. He laughed out loud. He continued to tempt me by ripping off the rest of his clothes. He wasn’t wearing underwear. I should have expected as much. Then he straddled me backwards on my chest, and I got a good idea of what he wanted. I wrapped my hands around his thighs, and took him into my mouth. I tried my best to remember techniques. He flipped onto his back, forcing me on top. I waited patiently for him to suck me, but no pleasure came.

I whimpered, lowering my hips pleadingly. I wiggled my ass to show him I was ready. He laughed deeply, as he kneaded my ass, then my thighs, urging me on. “Do you want it, slut?” he asked, as he rubbed the back of my sack with two fingers. I lifted my head off of his cock for a minute. “Yes.”

“You wanted in bad enough to say please?”
“Please.”
“You want it bad enough to call me master?”
“Please, Master.” I was painfully hard.
“Bad enough to take me far as you can in your mouth?”

As response I sucked on the tip of his member, before taking it deep down my throat. He let out a sexy long moan, as he patted my ass like it was a dog. “Good, kitten.” he purred. And he leaned forward. I continued flicking my tongue at his engorged member, as I hummed and bobbed. I blinked. Steaming hot wet filled me. It squirmed and wriggled like a worm. I almost choked on his cock, as I let out a long scream. He thrust his tongue in and out of me. And I bobbed faster. I was falling. I cupped his sack, rolling my fists in circles around the base of his member.

His fingers wrapped around my own sex organ, and I was soon thrusting my self back onto his tongue. And he was bucking into my mouth. I felt his muscles squeeze together as he came. There was no warning. The cum filled my mouth and spilled out, as I yelled out. It tasted good. I felt whorish saying it. But I lapped up every drop, as he began tonguing me deeper and deeper. I felt the pierced organ brush against my sweet spot and I came instantly, spilling myself all over his hands, as I rocked with the final moments of my climax. I fell limply on top of him. He laughed.

“As much as I like the view, kitty, we aren’t done here.” he said, as he ran a finger down my backside. Like a god damn credit card. I pushed my self up, and spun around. He threaded his legs with mine, and in a single movement, we tumbled off the couch. He smiled, and crawled off, and picked me wedding bride style. He carried me into the bedroom, and threw me on the bd. Then was on top of me, as he rubbed our members together. He pumped them simultaneously, as we both thrust into his hand.

Soon I was fully hard and ready again. He flipped me over. “ Do you mind me fucking you this way?” he asked. I nodded. I didn’t want him to see my face when he fucked me. It was humiliating. He was silent for a moment, before he laid on his back. “Will you ride me?” he asked. I was too horny to say no. I climbed onto his lap. He stared up at me, reaching up to swish away the hair that stuck to my forehead with salty sweat.

And I slid down on him. It was hard at first. It was painful even. I begged him not to buck up. And he just gripped my hips as I took all of him in. And he waited, whispering to me dirty pillow talk. Soon the pain faded to pressure, and I picked my self up, and dropped back down. I moaned as I repeated this motion. It felt so fabulous. The delicious friction that I now whimpered and yelled for, as he thrust his hips up into me. His hands gripped my hips and urged me faster. I hissed. “Can’t… Hit it….” I said dryly.

He grunted. “I’ll make you scream kitty, don’t worry.” he said, as he flipped me around, and sat up, so I was on his lap. And he thrust into me. I groaned at the new sensation. He held one of my legs up for better access, as I threw my arm around him, and kissed him. A new palette of flavors danced over my tongue. I didn’t think about where they came from. We kissed messily, as I felt salvia trail down my chin as he bucked into me. He chuckled huskily. You ready, babe?” he said affectionately between a heated kiss. I clenched down on his cock as response.

He moaned, and began fucking me so hard and fast I barely realized I was falling into ecstasy. I tumbled onto my back, and he followed on top of me, still pounding me into the mattress. My legs wrapped around his back as my body begged for more, and took all he had eagerly. He hit the sweet spot so hard my whole body quivered. And I became totally oblivious to all things other than the pleasure that was constantly exploding in my lower half, and riveting up my spine, and the wonderfully perverse sound of our sweat-soaked bodies slamming together.

I raised my hands above me, surrendering to the wonderful sensation. I gripped at the pillow above me. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Beautiful, I think I’ve fallen for you.” he whispered. And I came so hard I couldn’t even manage a moan. And he came inside of me, and filled me to the brim. I closed my eyes. He stayed inside of me for a few more seconds, before he pulled out. And I felt empty. Until his arms pulled me against him. He threw the sheets off the bed, and pulled the non-soiled comforter over our bodies.

My breath was ragged, and my heart threatened to burst from my chest with every pulse. And he caressed my cheeks with loving touches, and I stared deep into those content amber orbs. He whispered sweet nothings until he fell asleep. When his breathing slowed to a crawl, I leaned in and kissed him softly. “I’ve fallen for you too, bastard.” And I felt his hands run up and down my back, as I nuzzled into his sweet smelling chest. He smelled so wonderful.

Like cinnamon and sex.

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A/N My first attempt at a slight story. Lol. If anyone likes it (As if), Ill right the back story, as well as add more chappies.

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