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Sweet as Sugar	By : Demonic_Host Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 4466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sweet as Sugar
Chapter Fourteen
You glanced towards the fallen Haninozuka brother, feeling a sort of fear race up your spine. You really hoped that Honey wasn't serious. You hoped that what he said was like one big game or something. But the serious look on his face when he noticed that you were looking towards his brother and not him...well that didn't seem like a game.
Honey quickly covered the area between you and he. He even conveniently forgot about the tea. You felt his arms squeeze around you just tight enough that you realized that you weren't going anywhere. And he had latched in to you with enough force that you fell back a bit. Considering the fact that he had your arms strapped to your sides, and he was heavier than you were able to lift with just your underused core muscles, you fell backwards. You felt Honey go down with you.
You stared up at the ceiling a bit dazed. The situation was a bit unreal actually. Honey had practically tackled you with affection. And when you had fallen backwards he used that to his advantage. He hovered over you just long enough to grab each of your wrists in his hands. For a moment as his face hovered over yours you thought that he was going to try to kiss you again. And that's why you were staring up at the ceiling in order to avoid the look in his normally sweet, innocent eyes. You couldn't believe the difference in Honey. He was still so innocent in your mind that any expression that said otherwise felt wrong.
Honey did not kiss you. Instead he scooted down ever so slightly as collapsed against you. You heard a bunch of enthusiastic murmurs and quite contented sounds. But it all felt like white noise against the fact that he still had your wrists gripped, your legs pinned, and his head resting against your chest. Granted the school uniform covered all the way up to your neck but it was still awkward. More than awkward as Honey kept squirming about. You wondered if your presence really made him so happy and innocently excited that he just couldn't stay still. It was no doubt a large part of it...
But the fact that you felt his nose rubbing your chest as diligently as it could, moving the bra bound masses as much as he could, made it feel far less innocent. Especially with the way that one of his legs kept scooting up and down yours. You felt your dress hitch and raise every time he went up higher.
"Honey, s—" you tried to protest. The keyword being tried.
The moment you tried to say anything, Honey did what you hadn't considered possible prior to this moment. With all of the intentional movement he'd been doing, your body paid more attention than you really thought it would. And he had noticed. Honey's mouth latched on to your chest, teeth pulling at a hardened nipple even through the two layers of clothing. The sensation made you stop. Not because it was overwhelming or anything. It wasn't. But because it was quite a new sensation. The movement and slight rough treatment as he nibbled through the fabric let you feel what he was doing.
Honey quickly pushed your arms just slightly above your head as he went back to balancing on his knees. One hand intertwined with as many fingers as he possibly could. His hand wasn't big enough to go around both of your wrists at the same time but as he wrapped his fingers around yours it was obvious that the only way to get his off would be to risk breaking yours. That was not something you were consciously or unconsciously willing to do.
With one hand free, he quickly brought it to play with your neglected breast. Instinctively you had raised your knees up as you contemplated the new sensation that Honey induced. The way he rolled the mound back and forth felt almost refreshing in a way. Though the way that your bra started to rub your ribs when he started rubbing too hard was a good reminder that this was wrong. Especially when you realized that you had started to shift and stretch your hips underneath him. As you realized how you'd started to move around and what Honey was doing in a public room, you tended up completely. Your skin burned in absolute mortification and embarrassment.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Honey asked as he ordained your reaction severe enough to let go of his prize with his mouth. "Did you orgasm all ready? The books said that it takes a lot more for girls than guys!"
You might not have even been near completion like he assumed happened but your ability to speak had been shocked out of you. Especially as he started to pout. ...he'd been reading instruction books. Honey had been reading sex books. Your brain felt ready to break.
"That's not fair, I wanted to play with you a bit more," he pouted as he started to sit up, releasing your fingers and your breast.
His logic was flawed. He assumed that just because he thought you had climaxed meant that he needed to stop. From what you understood that might have been true for guys, but not so much for girls. Then again you weren't really any sort of expert on the subject. You just had a feeling that he could have continued even if you had orgasmed. Which you hadn't, but he didn't know that. You might never have felt one before but you knew enough to know that you still hadn't experienced one.
"Honey, I didn't..." you didn't elaborate on that. You realized that it was probably in your best interest not to.
Especially when Honey's pout deepened. "You didn't orgasm? Then why did your body tighten up?"
...how was he that inept? How was it that he could so easily talk about sex and yet he didn't understand being embarrassed? You wanted to scream but you knew better. If you screamed it would draw people's attention. They might come to see what was wrong. And that meant that they would see the situation. Just a few feet away, Yasuchika Haninozuka was passed out on the ground. Honey was still straddling you as you were laying on the floor. And there was an uncomfortable wet spot over one of your breasts to complete the imagery. An image that Honey seemed to like entirely too much.
And you realized that your inaction was perhaps your greatest downfall. Honey quickly dismounted you. You almost felt relieved. But he spun around on one of his knees so quickly that for a moment you almost thought he was practicing a martial arts move. In a way he was, a modified ground technique. He knew where his strengths were and he knew how to move around very efficiently. More effectively than you at least.
Before you had time to lower your legs, Honey was between them. And as you started to sit up to try and move away, you'd given him the perfect angle. Honey moved your panties out of the way with one hand and quickly slipped between your slight slickened folds. He ran two or three fingers up and down, twisting back and forth. It was clumsy but enough to shock you so much that you froze in your spot.
And that gave him enough time to play with you. He found an area of tightly pulled skin that made you start to shift. The more he experimented, the more you shifted. As his fingers accidental jerked too high up as he rubbed the tightly pulled skin, he found a new reaction. There was a small pyramid built in that felt like electric waves when he moved it. Your arms gave out on you as he brushed it again and again. Honey watched your expressions with utter fascination and devotion as he squirted his fingers around the swelling pyramid of nerves.
It was hard watching you though. So hard. Honey strained against the gi he wore as he watched you gyrate. Your chest heaved from beneath your clothes, skin flushed. There was a tighten in your belly and the only thing you wanted to do was get it to go away. And somehow you unconsciously knew how to do that even if you were consciously too embarrassed to admit to it. As Honey trialed up once more to run at your clit, you bucked into his hand. It felt too good.
You squeezed your eyes closed as you bucked into him over and over again. Eventually you felt him forget about everywhere else as he focused on the pleasurable nub. You stomach tightened. Tighter and tighter as you bucked. But he stopped.
You groaned in frustration as you felt him stop. But you realized that something was trying to slide down. Honey was pulling off your underwear. It was hard to get around your butt because of the texture of the tatami mats. Without thinking too much you lifted your ads off the ground. Honey moved only long enough to get them off of your heel covered feet.
And the moment the were on the floor he was right back at it. Only this time he was able to use his hand to part your swollen netherlips to see what he was doing. Your breath sounded like a whine as he started out slow. Your eyes squeezed tight as the coil in your stomach, heat clenching at you from the inside. You didn't want slow.
In an attempt to snap the coil in your abdomen yourself, you reached down between your legs. You felt Honey' hand holding you open. Your breath hitches in your throat as you realized how wrong this was. You felt sick to your stomach almost instantly. But the more dominant sensation was lust. It burned through your body in a painful way. You needed to get rid of it.
Your dry finger brushed against your clit experimentally as you shifted. Then you went faster and faster until you were practically abusing yourself. Gone watched in awe as he let go. You felt the difference almost instantly. You reached down and parted yourself as you continued to tighten the coil in your stomach, preparing to snap it.
And it nearly did when you felt something hard and rigid slide it your body like an old friend. You shifted in surprise, your hands stopping their movement, as Honey sank into you all the way to the hilt. As close to a climax as you were, your body had been prepared. You barely felt any pain as he took your virginity.
There was a little discomfort at the new sensation but not very much. Honey rocked his hips in micromovements to reintroduce pleasure over the awkward newness of the sensation. You felt yourself being pushed against the tatami mats, the pillow under your back propping you up just enough that it was easy to meet him for every thrust. You felt him take his hands and push your skirt up so that he could cling to your bare hip.
You rocked against him, arching and silently pleading for the coil to sping. And when it did you almost cried because it felt so good. So fucking good. Honey spammed inside of you as your muscles clenched him so tightly he thought you would crush him from the inside. He tried moving but his body locked up. He shook as he unloaded inside of you.
It wasn't until he pulled out, flaccid and dripping with a mixture of fluids, that he spoke.
"That felt so good Tori! We should play again soon!"
As he moved his hand away from your hips, your eyes the widest they had ever been, he realized that his fingers were a little sticky. He brought them to his face, sniffing out of curiously. And then he gave them a small lick. Oh god...
A smile almost begrudgingly slipped onto his face again. It was an interesting flavor for him. Like meat, raw eggs, and...
"Hey! You're as sweet as sugar!"
At which point there was nothing that you could say which would stop him from enjoying his new treat straight from the source. Unfortunately for him, his cum was saltier than it was sweet. He made a mental note that next time he would need to lap up his new treat before he joined with you.
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