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Blame it on Rio by DoUTrustMe
Bella wakes up to find a penis inside her vagina. Imagine her surprise when she finds out to whom it's
attached. AU.AH.
Chapter One: Tequila and Travel Do Not a Good Mix Make
I was delightfully warm and deliciously pinned down to the bed by the heavy arm curved around my
waist and the hand cupping my breast as I floated up to—but didn't quite break—the surface of
consciousness.
I tried to turn my head, but it felt like something sharp and dull was drilling into each side of my skull
and invisible weights were attached to the insides of my eyelids, keeping them from opening. So, I
surrendered to quiet stillness and just floated, taking lazy inventory of the rest of my body and noting
the heavy presence of both arms and legs.
Jacob was spooning me, his chest glued to my back and his erection pressed very hot and very hard
between my butt cheeks. My mouth curved into a smile and I scooted up a bit on the bed to give him
better access as my body responded automatically, arching my back until I could feel his tip pushing
against my entrance. I was a bit lost in the fog in my head, but he felt so good wrapped around me
like a cocoon and I wanted him inside me, anchoring me while the rest of my body drifted in pleasure
at his touch. I wiggled down and pressed back onto him, feeling the pleasant and familiar stretch as
he responded by pushing into me slowly until I was completely filled. His hand left my breast, the
fingers dancing down my stomach until they reached the juncture between my thighs.
I half-sighed and half-groaned, the sound partway between contentment and anticipation of what
was to come.
He started moving inside me, his hipbones pressing slowly and rhythmically against the skin of my
backside and I gave myself over completely to awareness, ignoring the ache in my head as his slow
thrusts got progressively deeper and took me to a new plane of physical sensation. I felt like liquid
gold, molten heat floating around in a viscous cloud of bliss as he pushed hard inside me and I
moaned as I let myself enjoy the escalating tight ache in the pit of my stomach.
"Fuck, you feel good, Tanya," he sighed, his breath hot in my ear.
Tanya?
I tried to send the right signal to the correct destination in the network of wires in my brain so that
name made sense to me, but my mind was mush. In spite of that, I was pretty sure my name was not
Tanya. In fact, the more I thought about it, I was sure of it.
My eyes snapped open and then back shut again just as quickly as the blinding sunlight pierced my
eyeballs like needles. I felt a hard thrust up and forward hitting just the right spot,
that
spot, inside
me as his fingers pressed down between my legs and I stopped to feel, instead of think for one
moment.
Fuck, this is fantastic.
I barely squinted my eyes open to take a look around. The walls were white, not the soft green I'd
painted my bedroom but I couldn't quite place where I was.
Think, brain, think.
Another slow, deep thrust inside me woke me up just a bit more physically, but clouded my mind
with lust. I pressed back against the pressure while fireworks started getting ready to light
themselves in my head.
God, that feels good.
My brain made a sudden connection. I was in in Brazil, near Rio de Janeiro. On an island. Isle Esme.
Was I with Jacob?
And who the hell is Tanya?
I struggled up on one elbow and tried to clear my fuzzy, buzzing head as another hard thrust pressed
into me, making it difficult to concentrate and lighting the fuse for an imminent fireworks explosion.
Oh fuck, I'm going to come
. Just one more thrust should do it.
Then in a flash, another signal in my brain made a connection. No, Jacob was in Washington. With his
new girlfriend. So, if Jacob was in Washington, who was I having sex with in Brazil?
The fireworks fizzled as a cold gust of reality washed over me. Alarms starting sounding in my head
and I leaped, no fell, forward off the bed in a panic, feeling the penis inside me slither out with a
slurping, suctiony sound, my vagina clenching around it like the teeth of a dog that wouldn't let go of
a bone—or a boner in this case—afraid it would never get it back. I hit the tiled floor with both feet
and spun around, backing up against the wall and looking down at the massive monument of
masculinity on the bed which was wet and glistening with my juices.
A horrid screeching sound assaulted my ears.
What is that god-awful... ?
Oh, right. Me. Screaming. Because
that
had been pounding into me. In just the right spot. And it had
been fucking fantastic. Only I'd never seen
it
before. Or the body that was attached to it.
"What? What?" A muffled male voice uttered from somewhere near the head of the bed, but that's
not where my eyes were glued. They were lower.
Below the perky, perpendicular penis, which was the object of my attention, his legs were covered by
a white sheet. Above it, I followed the line of body hair to a flat, taut stomach and over a sparsely
hair-covered lean, muscular chest until I reached a strong scruffy jaw, pink parted lips, and then eyes
under frowning dark, thick brows that were opening slowly, the irises very green against the
bloodshot red all around them. His long-fingered hand came up and brushed through his unruly
bronze hair.
"What the fuck?" I screeched at him as his eyes focused on me plastered against the wall as if my
pale skin would somehow blend into the whitewashed smoothness, making me invisible.
He groaned, placing the palm of one hand outward toward me as if to deflect the sound of my voice.
Even I had to admit the sounds coming out of my mouth were horrendous and making my head ache
again, but I couldn't seem to stop.
"Please stop screaming." His voice was low and hoarse. He squeezed his head between both hands
and looked around trying to get his bearings and then pressed his eyes tightly closed. Then one green
eye popped opened and it looked directly at me. "Who the fuck are you?" he rasped, sitting up and
leaning back on his elbows.
"Not Tanya," I yelled angrily, unable to control either the volume, pitch or content of my voice.
He opened the other eye. "No. Not Tanya," he whispered, his eyes glancing down my body. "You
have bigger breasts. And somehow—although I never thought it possible—a higher-pitched scream."
I wrenched the sheet off the bed completely, leaving him bare and brought it in front of my body,
partially covering my nakedness.
"I... what?" I glowered down at him.
He pointed in my direction as he whispered, "Breasts. Bigger. Scream. Higher." He dropped back
down to his back as if bored with the whole conversation and rubbed his eyes.
I looked down at his big, broad bong again.
Holy shit! How did that thing fit in me?
He looked down at himself and then over at me and I realized I'd said it out loud. Really loud.
Shrieked it, actually. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was pointing to true north like a shining beacon
to lost and lonely vaginas everywhere.
"Please don't..." he yelled, opening his eyes again. And then he winced, lowering his own voice back
to a whisper. "...yell."
His dick twitched under my gaze and my vagina clenched angrily, having been denied the King Kong
of cocks, the pinnacle of prodigious penises, the behemoth of beatific boners. And I swear a little
liquid trickled down my inner thigh as my vagina wept a tear of frustration.
"Your... that thing... that thing..." I pointed to it getting progressively louder. "...was inside me."
He wrapped his long fingers around his impressive girth and stroked himself. "My cock? No wonder it
felt so fucking good. I thought I was dreaming."
"You weren't. You put your dick in me," I accused, shrilly.
"That explains why it's so wet," he answered calmly as he ran his hand up and down his length. "In
my dream, you pushed back onto me and I just went with it."
"I-I-I..." He was right. I had pushed back onto him. My vagina had pretty much glommed onto his
penis like a hungry lioness devouring a helpless mule deer. "... thought you were someone else. And I
wasn't quite awake."
My head was pounding now and making my brain sluggish, but at least my eyes were working, I
think, unless they were magnifying objects in wall-eye vision, because I wasn't sure the focus of my
gaze could actually be that big. He was still stroking it, his thumb moving over the head and then
pulling down to the base as I stared. "Are you... what are you...?"
"I'm answering the bone-a-phone. Buffing the banana. Petting the pogo stick. Unless you want to hop
back on and take care of that for me?"
"What? How?" I sputtered. I couldn't take my eyes off it or the hand around it. It was the apex of
anatomical artistic architecture. A crowing cock that had woken me with its clarion call. It was the
prettiest pink pecker I'd ever seen. Not that I'd seen that many. And it matched the rest of his
glorious, hard body and gorgeous face.
"No?" he asked, his eyes still watching me. "Just going to watch, are you?" He glanced at my breasts
again as I met his eyes.
I realized the sheet had slipped from around me. I blushed all over my body from head to toe and
picked up the sheet and ran toward the bathroom on the other side of the bed, pulling the ends of
the dragging cotton with me and tripping over it, dropping it from around me. I stopped to pick it up
and wrap it around me all while feeling his eyes burning into my flesh. I could see his hand still
moving up and down in my peripheral vision and I stumbled into the adjoining bathroom, slamming
and locking the door behind me.
I leaned back against it and breathed a sigh of relief.
Shit
! My clothes were in my suitcase in the living room and I had now trapped myself in the
bathroom, with only a sheet to cover myself. I put my ear to the door to hear what he was doing and
then decided against it as I realized I didn't want to hear. Okay, maybe just a little. I put my ear back
to the door and looked down. The damn sheet was trapped in the closed door, so I discarded it on
the floor and hearing nothing from the other side of the door, paced around the small bathroom,
holding my throbbing head and cursing loudly as I considered my options.
I decided since I was already there, I might as well make use of the facilities, so I went to the
bathroom, washed my hands and brushed my teeth with my fingers, since I'd left my toothbrush and
toothpaste in my suitcase. I looked in the mirror and tried to smooth down my long, dark hair which
looked like it had been taken on a ride through a wind tunnel. My eyes were overly bright and a little
bloodshot. My cheeks were a deep shade of pink.
I took a cold drink of water from the tap and tried to kick-start my brain as I looked through the
cabinet above the sink. There was a large bottle of Tylenol. I checked the expiry date and then helped
myself to two capsules, hoping it would ease my hangover headache.
I thought I heard something and perked up my ears and listened at the door again. Surely I'd been in
here long enough for him to... answer... buff... pet his rather large situation. On the other hand, it
might take something that big a little longer to actually... go off. I wasn't sure, having little experience
in such things. I blushed again as I realized I had been the one to initiate the sex. I'd taken advantage
of his body's natural reaction, but in my defense, I'd been kind of confused.
I listened at the door, but heard nothing so I slowly and carefully turned the handle, popping the lock
against my thumb to muffle the click, and peeked out around the door.
He was lying down on the bed, his back toward me—his very sculpted, muscular back with its
accompanying firm, tight buttocks. He was tanned, with no lines, his skin a wonderland of smooth,
golden brown caramel. I thought about biting him. Hard. So I could taste him. But then I realized I
wasn't thinking about doing that in self-defense and I was embarrassed for myself and rolled my eyes
on my own behalf.
He was holding still and breathing slowly and evenly. He'd probably (hopefully) gone back to sleep. I
waited there listening, waiting, judging the distance to the bedroom door on the far side of the room.
I knew the sheet at my feet would just slow me down, so I decided to make a run for the door,
naked. I wasn't sure what I would do once I was in the living room, but my suitcase was there and I
could at least get dressed.
I tiptoed out and dashed around the foot of the bed, but his body moved in a flash and his fingers
wrapped around my wrist in a vice grip. He yanked me onto the bed and as I sprawled onto my back,
he slammed his body on top of mine. I screamed but his hand came down over my mouth. I tried to
bite it, but he mashed it flat against my teeth and lips as I fought him.
"I thought I asked you not to scream," he hissed. "Twice. Very nicely. I even said please. I'm not going
to hurt you, but you're going to answer my questions." His tone was hard and even as he spit out his
words inches above my face.
I struggled against his weight and tried to escape, scratching at his back with my nails and kicking my
legs. In response, he took both my wrists and squeezed them together with one of his hands over my
head and settled his body down between my legs, trapping my thighs and calves with the weight of
his. I felt him go hard against me as I struggled, bucking up into him. My nipples puckered against his
chest, where they rubbed against the soft hair there. He robbed me of any real range of movement
as his body held me pinned to the bed.
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