Untamed Strength: Startup - Ch. 8 - Afterparty with Eleanor - Alpha (Patreon)

Tommy sat frozen, taken aback by Ellie’s directness. He couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the question. “What?”

“Do you want to fuck?” Ellie asked unblinkingly.

Tommy’s smile faded. “You’re serious?”

“Yes. Through my questioning this evening, I established that I would like to copulate with you. In my opinion, we are sexually compatible. We’re both physical fit individuals with high sex drives and stamina. I find you to be physically enthralling with a strong moral compass and healthy emotional intelligence. If you find me adequate, then it seems logical that we should mate.”

“Hold up,” Tommy said, waving his hands side to side in front of his face. “When you’re saying words like copulate and mate, you’re not implying having a kid, are you?”

Ellie smiled and shook her head. “While there are hormones released during pregnancy that can help with training, it would hinder me more than benefit. So no, I am not asking you to have a child with me. I am on birth control. I am merely asking for recreational fun for the strict enjoyment of it.”

Tommy swiped hypothetical sweat from his brow and let out a short laugh. “Woo okay, that’s what I had assumed, but because this would be our first time, I needed to make sure.”

“Understandable. So is that a yes?”

Tommy rubbed his forehead and nodded his head from side to side. “I mean. I really want to. But I’m conflicted.”

Ellie crossed her legs and pinched her brow. “In what way?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Ellie. I find you attractive. And the time spent so far has been weird, but in a fun and interesting way. However, I have a history of being with someone who only wanted me for sex, and that’s it. We didn’t share anything together. And I’m just not interested in jumping into another relationship like that.”

Ellie crossed her arms and rested her chin on her fist. Her eyes focused on one point, unblinking. The moment before Tommy was going to make sure she was okay, she straightened herself on the bed and looked into his eyes.

“I’m content with that proposal,” she said.

“I’m sorry?”

“If you would like to maintain a deeper relationship outside of coitus, I’m open to exploring that with you.”

“You would?” Tommy asked, flipping his hand over and shaking his head. “But we just met.”

“I feel as though I am an excellent judge of character. You seem like a good person. As you stated earlier, shared interest helps build a foundation of mutual understanding. I’ve enjoyed my time spent with you so far. If our physical affinity is as strong as I hypothesize, I can only deduce that I would enjoy spending more time with you in whatever manner you desire.”

She can’t be serious, can she? he asked himself. This is by far the weirdest way I’ve been propositioned. Most of the time, me and the girl would just go with the flow. There wouldn’t be a discussion of why they should or shouldn’t do it. It just happened. This is so fucking weird, but at the same time, so fucking hot.

All Tommy could do was smile. I mean, with her there’s no uncertainty, he continued. Her intent is clear, and she’s clearly interested. But do I like her well enough to go through with this? I’ve only known her a little over an hour and it’s got to be one of the weirdest hours of my life. It has been fun getting to know her, though. Maybe I should just go with it? What happens if I decide to break it off? It seems like she wouldn't hold a grudge. If I was honest with her, she might be one of the few people not to get emotional about it.

Tommy looked up at Ellie directly in her eyes and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay what?” Ellie asked. “It’s important that your consent is clear.”

Tommy rubbed the back of his head. “Okay, I would like to have sex with you?”

“Was that a question?”

“It sounded like it, but I meant it sincerely. This is just a bit awkward for me. The conversation I mean. Normally things would just happen naturally.”

“I find it’s important that both parties understand the situation clearly and without uncertainty. It leads to a better experience.”

“Well, this is a first for me, so I’ll trust you.”

Ellie’s smile grew from ear to ear. She hopped from the bed and extended her hand down to Tommy. Once he grabbed it, she pulled him up and led him to the edge of the bed before pushing on his shoulders to sit down.

“Is it okay for me to be on here?” Tommy asked. “You seemed pretty particular about me not touching your things without permission.”

“Thank you for asking. I enjoy organization. I would prefer you not to go through my things unless specifically asked. But you may explore and touch my room as you see fit. I just ask that you return something from where you got it should you pick it up.”

“I can do that.”

Ellie turned and walked to her closet. She opened the side door and bent over, revealing her firm bubble butt. Tommy clenched his jaw as he stared. He wasn’t sure if she was intentionally teasing him or unaware of what she was doing to him. He had half the mind of jumping off the bed, picking her up and ravishing her against the wall, but given how particular she was about communication, he wasn’t quite sure if that was something she’d be into.

His questions would have to come later, when Ellie gripped the edge of something heavy and slid it out of her closet. It was a silver metal chest that came up to her waist. It was heavy by how much she strained to pull it out of the closet.

“Do you need help?” Tommy asked, leaning up from his seat, trying to get a good look at it.

“No, but thank you for offering,” Ellie said before turning the chest in front of him. The box had a biometric reader in the middle of it with two large clasps, securing it closed. He watched Ellie place her thumb on the reader and beep before the sounds of a lock unlocking echoed throughout the room.

The two clasps clicked open, releasing a hiss of pressurized air on the inside. When the lid opened, a mechanical whine filled the room as several display boxes rotated out of the center frame, presenting themselves. Ellie stood off to the side as the contraption expanded itself to its full height.

She had her own mobile sex store. One entire row was nothing but dildos of various shapes, sizes, and colors. Vibrators sat in a display case that focused on various parts of the female anatomy. Anal plugs, beads, and bottles of lube hung like display ornaments around the outside. The base was filled with bondage gear. Rope kits, handcuffs, mouth gages, and blindfolds sat neatly organized for quick access.

“Wow, Ellie… you’re certainly full of surprises,” Tommy said, staring out the obnoxious display.

“Does any of this interest you?” Ellie asked, extending her hand like a saleswoman selling perfume. “I also have wigs and various costumes in my closet, should you prefer to roleplay.”

“I mean, I’m always down for an adventure, but for our first time, doesn’t this seem to be a bit much? Maybe we should keep it simple for tonight. That way we can ensure our compatibility is sound at the most basic level?”

Ellie scrunched her face and firmly nodded. “Your logic is sound.”

While Ellie turned around and put her crate away, Tommy rolled his hands down his face and silently laughed to himself. What the hell did I get myself into? he wondered. A whole case of sex toys? I did not see that coming. But they say it’s always the quiet ones, so who knows?

Once Ellie finished pushing the metal box back into her closet, she returned in front of Tommy and held her arms around her back. “So, how would you like to start? Based on your earlier questions, would you like to initiate, or should I?”

“Uh, whatever is your preference, I guess? I didn’t really get a chance to ask you all of those questions, so I really know what you’re interested in.” Tommy pointed behind her and chuckled. “Judging by that box, it seems like a lot, though.”

“Hmm… you’re right,” Ellie said, tapping her finger to her cheek. “Okay, please listen closely, as I do not want to repeat myself. My favorite color is black. I prefer soft shelled tacos. I’ve had one serious relationship. I’ve had two sexual partners. However, I enjoy exploring my sexuality, hence the box. I’m bisexual. I am a switch. I prefer hard bodied men with muscular arms, chests, bottoms, and legs. I prefer soft features on women so breasts, bottoms, and lips. I like eyes on both.”

Ellie held up a finger and walked to her side table. She took a few sips from a large metal water bottle before setting it down. When she returned in front of Tommy, she continued where she left off.

“A fantasy of mine is fighting my partner, losing, and them taking advantage of me using their brute strength. I masterbate multiple times per weeks so I would akin that to my sex drive. Perfect sex is similar to your response. That both parties enjoy themselves. Same answer regarding where to have sex. That’s an area I haven’t explored but that I would like to. My favorite receiving position is the seashell. My favorite giving position is the champagne room. Watching my partner cum is what turns me on the most.”

Listening to Ellie rattle off her preferences built his anticipation, especially the last line. It meant she’d likely be a giver and their passion wouldn’t be one sided all the time. He was intrigued to see what was next.

“So, have you decided how you would like to start?”

“Like I said, whatever you choose, I’m fine with. Although I don’t mind conversations in the bedroom, the whole setup of this… arrangement is feeling a bit transactional. So, maybe something with a little more spontaneity?”

Ellie brought her hand up to her chin and took a moment to think. Once decided, she walked over to her desk and picked up her phone and earbuds. She returned in front of Tommy and handed him the earbuds.

“Put these in.”

“What’s this for?” Tommy asked.

“Spontaneity,” Ellie said with a smug grin.

She hit the button and raised her arms in preparation. When the music played, it wasn’t what he was expecting. It was an eastern flavor with doumbek drums, hand symbols, and tambourines. She timed it perfectly, beginning her movements with the music.

Ellie popped her hips with each step she took toward him. She rotated from side to side until she was between his legs. She draped her hands down his cheek before spinning away, taking off her sweatshirt in a single motion. After tossing it on Tommy’s head, she winked.

Her body was lean and athletic, exactly what he would have expected from a fighter. She had strong shoulders, visible abs, and her white hair and fur were tipped with red that he hadn’t seen before. Even though she had an athletic build, her breasts were perfectly full and round, held firm by a black bra.

With perfect elegance, she leaned back and rolled her tight stomach, mimicking a wave of water passing through her body from her head down to her toes. With small steps, she spun and shook her hips from side to side, revealing the small fluffy tail just above her bottom. As the tambourine shook, she quickly stepped between his legs, leaned forward, and tickled his nose with the breasts.

Tommy smiled and laughed. This was not at all what he was expecting, but he was enjoying every moment. Her body, grace, and desire to please him captivated him.

Ellie spun hand over hand away from him. She slithered her body like a snake, entrancing him with her movements from side to side. She shook her bottom in small circles as she turned to give him a full view of her round bottom.

When Tommy reached for it, she playfully smacked his hand and waved a finger from side to side. She picked his hand up between her two arms and slid it down the front of her stomach, allowing him to feel the flexibility of her abdomen as she twisted it. After she kissed the hand she smacked, she turned around and sat in Tommy’s lap.

He was sporting a tent pole in his shorts, allowing her to slide it between her cheeks. As the song continued, she gripped his thighs for leverage and rolled her hips and bottom over Tommy’s package, playing with it to her heart's content. The song finished with a last flurry of the tambourine, allowing Ellie to raise her arms and jiggle her cheeks.

When the song was over, she looked back at him with a grin while she continued to grind herself against him. “How did you like the performance?”

“It was pretty great,” Tommy said, his voice quickening from the effects of her movements. “I mean, it still is.”

As a climactic ending, Ellie lifted her legs across Tommy’s lap, performing the splits. She bounced her bottom on top of his rod, teasing it with each slam. When she was finished, she pushed her legs up and over her head, flipping her forward with her feet on her floor. She bent backwards and bowed.

“Wow, that was seriously impressive,” Tommy said, lightly clapping. “That was from your gymnast days, wasn’t it?”

“A little,” Ellie said. “The twerking was off the cuff.”

“Either way, I’m having a blast.”

“Good. Now let’s turn up the heat.”

Ellie grabbed the edge of Tommy’s shorts and pulled them. The tip of his rod caught the edge of his waistband as she slid them down. When she managed to free him from his bind, his cock slapped his stomach when she got it unhinged.

When she looked down, her eyes opened a little and her grin grew wider. “It’s bigger than I thought it’d be.”

“Is that a good thing?” Tommy asked.

“I’m about to find out, aren’t I? Since you didn’t want to use what was in the box, I’m going to get you ready with my mouth..”

Ellie bent over and leaned across Tommy’s groin. She waved her bottom from side to side after gripping his member firmly at the base. After licking her lips, Ellie kissed the underside of his shaft. She made her way down, placing soft pecks on every inch of its surface.

Tommy felt himself throb in her hand, and each time he did, she reactively squeezed harder. She dragged her lips around the tip, teasing him with the anticipation of her mouth. Every second she stared at him with her bright red eyes like a predator toying with her prey.

As Tommy leaned back and his anxiety melted away, Ellie gripped the base of his cock and took him deeper into her mouth. She massaged the underside with her tongue, rolling it in every direction to ensure she never missed a spot. When she got into her groove, her motions became fluid, bobbing her head up and down and coating him in excess spit.

Her technique was flawless. She kept her eyes on him, using her spit to stroke the base while her mouth and throat took care of the top. Even when she pressed him as far as she could, her eyes remained unblinking, telling him of her confidence.

After several minutes passed by, Tommy fell back in a stupor. His shaft felt like it was going to burst; it was so hard. Her frequent laps of her tongue along his tip lit a fire deep in his groin. Just when Tommy was going to have to tell her to slow down, Ellie pulled her head up and gasped, stroking the fluid down his entire shaft.

“Enjoying yourself so far?” she asked, sniffling.

“O-oh yeah, definitely.” Tommy stuttered, thankful for the moment of respite. “Do you want to switch with me?”

Ellie smiled and shook her head. “No. I’m more interested in feeling you inside of me.”

Tommy’s cock jumped at her declaration. Ellie took the moment of her slipping off her underwear to kiss Tommy’s jewels. Once they were off, she stroked him once more, before climbing on top of him, leaning to one side. She put the tips of her fingers in her mouth and suckled them. With the excess spit strand dripping from her mouth, she rubbed her hand over her shaven pussy until she was ready.

Tommy held his breath as Ellie grabbed the base of his dick and rubbed it across her lower lips. She slid it along her slit, readying them both for what was to come. After tilting it straight, she placed it into her cavern and slowly lowered herself down.

“Oh, fuck…” Ellie moaned as her arms curled. Her hands scoured her body, gripping her breasts as she smiled with pleasure. Her abs flexed as she descended lower, her partner’s cock stretching her until he filled her to completion. When she stopped, she did something Tommy wasn’t expecting. She laughed.

He felt internally conflicted. On one hand, he was floating beyond Ellie’s divine gates of euphoria. On the other hand, she was giggling. He’d never seen her do anything more than a smile, let alone the consistent laughter she was doing while mounted on top of him.

He’d also never had someone laugh during penetration. Maybe a smile and chuckle while talking dirty, but this was something else entirely. But as Ellie rocked her hips, he decided to not worry about it for now.

She flexed her powerful thighs and slid up along his shaft, using her weight to glide down him slowly. When she reached the bottom, she bit her lip and shook her butt from side to side. Her inner ring pulsed as she readied for her next lift.

Once she covered Tommy in her own lubrication, Ellie leaned her hands back and braced them on her thighs. She rolled her stomach just like her dance, ending the crashing of the wave with a thrust of her pelvis. Her hips twisted and bounced, allowing her to focus on his lower head.

After a few minutes of slow, playful motions, Ellie’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She laughed almost in disbelief, and her motions grew more intense. She pressed herself forward and braced her hands on Tommy’s chest.

She slammed her entire weight at his cock as she rocked herself forward and pushed herself off of Tommy’s chest. He could see the hunger in her eyes and welcomed her using him. Her tempo increased until the entire bed was shaking.

Her wide red eyes looked down at him with a tooth filled smile that left him feeling slightly uneasy. It didn’t help that her giggle-filled laughter grew more intense with each ram onto his shaft. But then there was a change where her laughter morphed into moans and he knew she was getting close.

He watched her eyes roll into the back of her head as she continued at the same pace. She became a lust-fueled zombie, crashing her soaking mound onto his aching rod, inching closer to her climax. Once she reached it, Ellie let out a high-pitched whine that was equal parts laughter and moan. Her lean body seized, and she covered Tommy in her flowery juice as a present for a job well done. She fell forward, panting, and took a moment to recuperate.

But Tommy had other ideas. As he held her on his chest, Tommy scooted up on the bed and braced his heels on the edge. With his body in position, he rocked his hips from the bottom, continuing their tantric dance.

Ellie jolted up and gasped. She dug her fingernails into his chest as he slowly thrust into her. She giggled and bit her lower lip. After leaning back, she watched him as she slipped into the lust filled bliss. With each thrust, Tommy built up more momentum until he was at the same pace she was previously at.

Ellie didn’t last long. He quickly had her groaning like a poltergeist from a Sunday night horror flick. Her body shook violently, which only incentivized him to go faster. He pounded her from the bottom, holding her slightly above his waist to maximize the glide of their contact. He didn’t stop until he needed to regain his breath.

Ellie leaned backward, arms sprawled, like a church sister asking for forgiveness. As Tommy caught his breath, she slowly recovered and slumped back forward. He’d assumed she was content and that would be the end of their evening. But then Ellie looked down at him, panting, with crazed, lust-filled eyes.

“I want you to keep fucking me,” she demanded. “And I want you to fuck me hard.”

As if the words cast a magical spell, Tommy gained an immediate second wind. A primal urge took hold of his body. He wrapped his arms underneath Ellie’s legs and lifted them both into the air. With powerful thrusts, he granted her wish.

Ellie bit Tommy’s shoulder as she screamed with delight. Her muted mixture of laughter and squeals only fueled his heightened desire. She glided effortlessly upon his pulsing bulge, her lust‌ dripping down the inside of his thighs.

He used his hips for leverage, swinging her like a pendulum with every press. Gone were his reservations about noise as their bodies slapped together on the reverse swing, and Tommy’s Tempo increased. After her whole body shook again, he tightened his muscles and pressed his advantage.

Sweat covered their bodies as the frantic pace of their passion built. Their heated breaths filled the room with the heavy aroma of their salacity. As Tommy’s fervor grew, Ellie’s groans became constant, and she melted in his arms.

When Ellie’s arms slid from his shoulders, he turned around and lowered her to the bed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she convulsed with aftershocks. Tommy stood above her and smiled, happy he’d pleased her so. But after a few seconds of recovery, her focus returned.

Ellie wasted no time folding her legs behind her head, sticking her ultimate gift up into the air. She curled a finger at Tommy, and he slowly followed. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close. Once their foreheads touched, she stared deep into his eyes.

“Don’t stop until you finish. I want you to drain your balls into me. Give me everything you have.”

They both shared a wicked smile before Tommy straightened. He grabbed the base of his throbbing shaft and slid it into her with ease. With one hand on her neck and another around her waist, Tommy got to work.

The growing sensitivity of his manhood did not hinder his longing to see her desires fulfilled. He used the edge of the bed as a springboard to counter his drives and gave everything he had to her. They stared deep into each other’s eyes as Tommy drilled her box with his thick rod.

“Yes,” Ellie said, nodding and whimpering, falling deeper into your euphoric comma. She grabbed the sleeve of her nearby hoody and bit it as she closed her eyes and giggled. Seeing her abs flex and her inner thighs shake, Tommy pushed himself further to meet her at the top of his peak.

The growing warmth in his core gave him little warning as he spilled himself deep inside of her. He groaned with each last thrust, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout his body. He joined Ellie in a short laugh, their foreheads slipping with sweat.

After pulling himself out of her, spilling her reward down her body, Tommy rolled to her side. The two laid there for a moment, catching their breaths. They shared a glancing smile before Ellie rolled off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Tommy asked.

“Bathroom,” Ellie said, not stopping. “I’ll return shortly.” She passed through the bathroom door and Tommy could hear her trickle. After he heard the toilet flush and the faucet running, she returned and climbed into the top of the bed.

Tommy followed her routine. He took care of himself in the bathroom, washed his hands, and then walked to the opposite side of the bed. When he began to climb in, he pulled the covers back and froze.

“Did the offer to have sex include sleeping in the same bed together?”

“No.” Ellie said bluntly. “But I would like it if you did.”

“Okay good,” Tommy said, climbing under the covers. “Your bed looks a lot more comfortable than the couch downstairs.”

“It is.”

As Tommy snuggled into the covers, he thought about the wild experience he just had. It was certainly one of the most unique sexual experiences he’d ever had. However, there was still something that ate at the back of her mind. Ellie had seemed like she had a great time, but he wanted to make sure.

“Hey Ellie?” Tommy asked.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You may.”

“Is it typical for you to laugh during sex?”

Ellie opened her eyes. “No. That’s actually never happened before.”

Tommy frowned and rolled over to face her. “So, was there something wrong?”

Ellie shook her head and smiled. “Quite the opposite. You made me feel better than anyone else has sexually. I felt happy and so I laughed.”

Tommy’s frown turned upside down. “So you’re saying that was the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“That’s accurate, yes.”

Her words stroked Tommy’s ego better than her hands did moments earlier. “Well then, I’m glad you had a good time. You made me very happy as well.”

When he leaned in to kiss her luscious lips, Ellie intercepted his mouth with her finger and pinched her brows. “I don’t kiss on the mouth on the first date.”

Tommy leaned back and let out a hearty laugh. He scooped Ellie in his arms and squeezed her. “Ellie, you’re so fucking quirky, and I love it.”