Every Rose Has A Thorn

So here's a new story.

Rated R.

It's a story I wrote a year ago, updated it and edited out a few details.

Anyway enjoy ;)

When the clock finally struck 6:30pm, Peter left his desk and called it quits. He had the whole weekend to himself and all he wanted to do was chill out, sleep and hide from his family. His mum was on a never ending quest to set him up before his next birthday, the dreaded 3-0 and knowing his luck, today would be the day he got roped into another date with a “nice girl”. Not that there was anything wrong with nice girls, they just didn’t appeal to him on a darker level. There was no spark, no trigger of a flame and while he’d received enough offers of coffee at the end of a night, he no longer cared for sex that left him tired but always wanting more.

Driving home, and mentally debating what food he had available at home, his phone rang. He looked at the screen and cringed. “Fuck, just my freaking luck!” he groaned to himself.
“Hello mum, I’m driving, anything wrong?” Peter answered via his wireless headset. Maybe she was only calling about the leak in the bathroom again or a new friend she’d met at her dinner club. His mum seemed to have more dates than he did, no wonder he was worrisome to her then. Please don’t set me up with anyone he pleaded inwardly.

“Come around now, it’s an emergency!” his mum practically shouted at him and then the call went dead. He tried calling her back but the number went straight to voicemail. Hoping everything was okay; he took the next left turn and floored it to his mum’s house.

Arriving at her house, there was a car parked outside. He’d never seen it before and Peter was definitely more concerned at that. Running up the steps, he got his keys out and unlocked the door. “Mum!” he cried out as he walked through the door, slamming it shut behind him.“No need to shout, I’m not dead yet” came the reply from the kitchen. As he moved forwards, he walked past the well lit living room and noticed someone sitting on the sofa.

Taking a double look, he felt his heart clench and the world fade from him. As he took in the curvaceous form underneath that tight fitting suit, he wasn’t sure if he could even breathe. As he worked his way up from her feet in black peep toe heels, her seemingly long legs encased in black trousers, the crisp blue blouse that generously hugged her top half and allowed a small gap for him to view her cleavage, to the heart shaped face framed by a tumble of chocolate brown curls, he was lost just looking at her.

“Fuck” was the only word his throat could croak out.

The vision of pure honey-skinned deliciousness smiled at him, and he was surprised his knees didn’t buckle then. She was beautiful. “Well, I guess that means you approve then?” came the words from those plump, glossy red lips. Peter knew he was being rude but at that moment, he desperately wanted to kiss her and see what she tasted like.

Concentrate you fool! Clearing his throat, he smiled at the woman he was still reeling from. “Hi, sorry, I’m Peter” he said, moving forward and sticking his hand out.

The Angel stood up, meeting the gaze of his eye head on and matching his height. “I’m flattered, so don’t worry. I’m Rose” she replied as she shook his hand. Her voice was silky yet a tad bit husky to his ears, it was sensual. Everything about her was precise, almost to the point of perfection but he imagined underneath that suit was a lioness waiting to pounce.

“I’m glad you two have introduced yourselves, didn’t I tell you he was gorgeous Rose? Peter, this is your date for the evening. Have fun you two, don’t stay out too late. I’m off to my dinner club!” called his mother from the doorway. Peter turned, startled at the turn of events and was only in time to see his mum walk out of the door. Leaving him alone with a beautiful stranger….Well, least my luck has changed he thought as he turned back to Rose.

“Looks like my mum set us up without telling me anything about it. I thought she was in danger when she called me, screaming down the phone for me to come over” he explained to Rose, who was clearly one step ahead of him in the knowledge of tonight.

“Well, don’t worry. I promise not to bite, unless you ask me too of course” she replied with a wink, her green eyes flashing at him. She bent over to pick up her bag and he got a good view of her ass. Oh Christ, she is perfection and even if she's crazy, her ass is still perfect he thought to himself.

“Well at least let me say sorry, I didn’t even have time to get home and change. I’m still dressed for work” he pointed out. Rose looked him up and down, and it was more than just a casual glance. She perused him, and he felt like he was on show, he nearly felt naked under her eyes and his cock stirred awake at the thought of having her observe him..

Finally she nodded, “Maybe we can swing by your place and you can grab a shower and change? I’d hate to make you sit through dinner while you felt uncomfortable” she suggested, but the smile on her face seemed to hint as if she’d have no problem with that. She moved towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I’m sure we’ll have a great night. I’ll follow you in my car” she said as she moved out to the front door. Having no choice but to follow, he turned off the lights and shut the door behind him.

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He’d driven carefully all the way back to his house. Rose had kept a few paces behind and even when he thought he’d lost her in traffic, she was always nearby. Parking in his spot, he got out and waited for Rose to park across the street. As she locked her car and walked over to meet him, Peter took the time to admire her as even street lights couldn’t diminish her looks or the power she seemed to exude. She was graceful but with a determined walk, her hips swayed side to side and he wished he was behind her to see that walk.

“There’s no way she is just a “nice girl”…well done mum” Peter muttered to himself, pushing away from his car as Rose moved closer to him.

“I’ll probably need about 20-30 mins to get ready and then we’ll get some dinner” he told Rose as he opened the door to his house to let them both in. “Make yourself home, there’s drinks in the kitchen”. He closed the front door as Rose walked further into the living room. Flicking the lamp lights on, the glow made her look innocent and younger. She looked back at him and smiled, “I’ll be fine, go get naked” she giggled with a wink. Yeah that illusion has been shattered, Peter wryly thought to himself. “See you in a few”, he threw behind his back as he went up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Stripping down quickly and throwing everything in the brown wicker washing basket, he walked into the black and silver en suite and turned the shower on. Grabbing his razor and shaving gel, he had a quick shave then jumped into the steaming hot shower. Remembering there was a beautiful woman waiting for him downstairs made his cock stir awake and while he wanted to be prompt, he needed to deal with cock now rather than later. He didn’t want to be hard throughout all off dinner wandering what would come at the end of it.

Giving his cock a few quick strokes, Peter was hard. He hadn’t felt this excited by a woman in a long time. He barely knew her but there was no way a woman like that wouldn’t blow his mind. Imagining what she would look like with no clothes on, his hand fisted his cock and he pumped harder. Suddenly his mind placed her above him dressed in her suit while she fucked him, made him beg for her to allow him to come, dominated him and made him Her little fuck toy. "Oh fuck!" he cried out and he exploded all over his shower. Jet after jet of cum shot from his cock as he rode out his orgasm, wishing it was Rose that had pumped his cock. His balls felt drained and his heart was pumping loud enough for him to hear it over the shower. Catching his breath, he turned the shower to the cold tap and let the spray of water revive his body and mind. He felt numb but a little energised by the cold shower, he could handle sitting across from Rose all night. Turning off the taps, he grabbed a towel and stepped into the bedroom.

“My, my, my…haven’t you been a busy boy?” Rose calmly said as she sat on his king sized bed. “What the hell are you doing up here?!” Peter cried out as he quickly wrapped the towel around his waist.

“Well I was admiring the view but since you covered it up, not much”, was the cool reply. She looked up at him, with those dark green eyes and the slightest smile to her lips. Rose stood up and walked over to Peter, un-tucking her blouse and undoing the buttons as she did so. She must have taken her jacket off downstairs, and her shoes…was she planning this? Peter just froze as his mind went into shock that the woman he was meant to be on a date with was skipping the meal and going straight to desert! Sure he’d been thinking about it but for later, not right now. Even so, his cock gave a tiny whimper of life and he was amazed that he even had the energy to do that again.

Rose stopped in front of him and he realised without her heels that she came up to his shoulders. Rose slowly licked her lips as she pulled the blouse off and Peter’s breath froze. Her breasts were beyond beautiful; they were what dreams were made of. Oh wow…he gulped as he realised he was envious of the fabric that was covering them, hiding the full view from him. The black lacy piece of material was scandalous with little purple bows decorating the straps. Peter took a deep breath and tried to keep eye contact as his cock grew harder.

“Like what you see?” Rose asked with a smirk on her lips. She grabbed his arms, turned him around and pushed him towards the bed. As he stumbled on top of the bed, he lost his hold on the towel and his cock was on show. Before Peter could even begin to cover himself up, Rose leaned over and breathed lightly on his cock, which was no longer trying to hide his arousal. “Ohhh…” was the only sound that came from him. He looked down at the vixen in front of his cock and prayed all his fantasies would come true tonight.

Rose stood up and slipped off her trousers, revealing a lace boy short with purple bows which completed the set. Peter’s breath hitched as he took her in, from her overflowing chest, the softness of her tummy to her thighs and her ass when she bent over the chair to pick up her bag. Oh he was a sucker for great ass. Thank you, whoever is up there! Peter smiled as he sent his thanks to the universe.

“What’s in the bag?” Peter questioned, noting his erection was fully prominent now.

“Nothing for you to be worried about yet” Rose said as she walked back to the bed, bag in her hand. Dropping it to the side of the bed, she pulled out some black material and laid it on top of the bag. Rose moved to the edge of the bed and climbed on top of him, working up from his feet. Nestling herself on top of his cock, he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs and he took the moment to enjoy the view of having the most striking woman he’d ever seen straddle him. Rose leant forward, bringing her face and lips inches from his. As she looked into his eyes, Peter’s gaze fell to her lips and drifted back to her eyes. Slowly Rose moved closer and closer, and as Peter closed his eyes, expectant for the kiss that was sure to happen, he wasn’t let down.

Her soft lips brushed against his, before claiming his mouth. Peter let her lead, and he was more than happy to follow. Suddenly her tongue darted out and licked his upper lip, sending small shivers across his body. He opened his mouth and she gently moaned as their tongues danced, she was in charge of every action and movement. Peter wasn’t sure how long Rose assaulted him with kisses, but he was breathless when she pulled up for air.

As Peter caught his breath, Rose tossed her hair of her right shoulder and leaned into the crook of his neck. Slowly she kissed him, moving further down his body with her lips, onto his chest and around his nipples. Peter’s breath hitched as the tension in his body grew, he was sure Rose could feel the bulge of hard cock against her stomach.

“So big boy, let’s get dressed and get some food”, Rose casually remarked as she crawled over his thighs and got off the bed. Lying there with a hard dick, Peter couldn't believe she was just leaving him there wanting.

“But you were…wait…you want to go have dinner after all that?!” His voice sounded strangled as he questioned Rose. She was stepping into the black material, which soon formed into a dress that did little to hide her assets.

Shimmering in the light, it reached down to her knees and generously showed off her breasts. “Zip me up” Rose commanded as she stepped towards him. Peter looked at his diminishing hard on, the little fluid at the tip of his cock, and got up from the bed. Zipping Rose into the dress, he couldn’t help but acknowledge how different she looked in that black dress, and the fact he knew what was underneath was bound to be torture for the night!

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Dinner with Rose was excruciating. Peter was sure she was deliberately teasing him by licking the chocolate dessert of her spoon, flicking her tongue over her lips before flashing him a smile.

“I do love chocolate, so sweet and decadent, hmm” Rose moaned while looking him straight in the eyes. Peter tried to keep his eyes level with her, but he felt his will wavering. There was something about her that made him weak at the knees, and he liked it.

“Is there anything else you’d like to try tonight?” Peter asked Rose as she finished the last mouthful of her desert.

“No, I’m quite satisfied right now, but maybe later…” Rose said, her green eyes staring at him as she trailed off. The intent of her words was clear in her eyes, and Peter felt a blush creeping up on his skin.

“Ahem - will there be anything else for you?” asked the waiter as walked up to the side of the table.

“No we’re fine, thanks. Just the bill please” Rose said as she smiled up at the waiter.

“Of-of course, yeah…no problem” stuttered the waiter as he walked away.

God is that how I look when she disarms me with a smile Peter wondered. He could totally relate to the waiter and he had been lucky enough to be underneath her a few hours earlier. Just thinking about that, his cock stirred again.

“I’ll get the bill, call it my treat and an apology for jumping you earlier” Rose told him as she pulled out her credit card from her purse and placed it on the table.

“No don’t be silly, I’ll get the bill” Peter countered as he reached for his own wallet.

“Or we could just split it and get back to your place quicker” Rose said with a wink. “After all, my car is still outside your house” she added as the waiter walked back to them.

As Peter drove them back to his house, he couldn’t help but wonder how he had managed to luck out. Rose was smart, funny and caring, but she also a side to her that was quiet and thoughtful. He wasn’t surprised she was an Events Organiser, everything about her was on point and almost to perfection. They had most things in common, they had made each other laugh and he definitely knew she was interested in him from their earlier encounter in the bedroom. He’d never felt this way before about a woman and while he was thrilled, he was also nervous something would go wrong.

Pulling up in front of his house, Peter turned off the engine and took off his seatbelt. As he turned to face Rose, he was caught off guard by her kiss. As she slowly moved her lips over his own, she nibbled softly on his lower lip before teasing him with her tongue. Peter felt her hands around his face, holding him closer before she placed a final kiss on his lips. As she pulled away, Peter licked his lips and tasted chocolate on them. His cock was wide awake, and straining against his boxers. She had gotten him hard with a kiss.

“Why don’t we continue this upstairs?” Rose asked as she got out of the car.

“Uh yeah, that’s a great idea” Peter agreed, wondering how she was that collected when he felt like a puddle of mush. Locking the car and heading up to his front door, he acknowledged that he wanted her, regardless of how it happened. Letting Rose walk in first, he turned on the hallway lights and closed the door. “Why don’t you grab us a drink, I’ll be upstairs waiting” Rose told him as she moved towards the stairs.

“Okay then” Peter replied, watching her climb up to his bedroom. He got a good look at her rear end before she disappeared from view, his cock twitched but he immediately missed her prescence. “She's rocking my world!" he thought to himself as he walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of white wine from the fridge, he picked up two glasses and tried not to race up the stairs. Walking into his bedroom, he heard music playing from his bedside speakers as Rose stood by the bay windows overlooking the garden. The room was well lit and he was glad he'd recently changed his sheets, the black satin a sharp contrast to the stark white of the walls. He needed a woman to bring colour into his life, with excitement and thrills.

Peter placed the glasses down on his study desk and poured a glass for him and Rose, before he walked over to join her by the windows. The moon was out in full force and illuminated the garden path, painting the patio furniture white while the trees covered the greenery in shadow. Handing her a glass, he took a sip of the wine and leaned against the wall, watching how her mouth slowly parted to sip the wine and how quickly her tongue darted out to lick the moisture from her lips. His cock twitched again, and he wondered how something so small of an act could turn him on.

“So are you going to just stand there watching me all night?” Rose questioned him as she walked over to the bed and sat down.

“Watching you is something I find myself enjoying tonight” Peter replied with conviction in his voice. Rose looked at him, working her way from his eyes to his feet and back again. The tension in the room grew as she lingered on his crotch, and as if she had the power of control, he felt his cock beginning to grow again. Rose looked him in the eyes, and then as her gaze darted back to his crotch, her small pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. The image of her mouth on his cock suddenly popped into his mind, he groaned inwardly as his dick became harder and he struggled to contain the need to be with her.

“Come here” Rose commanded. Peter rose up from the wall, and took steady breaths as he walked over to his bed. It felt right for her to be here, he couldn’t imagine anyone else having this effect on him. Rose raised her hand upward with the wine glass, and he took it as a cue to put it aside. Placing both wine glasses on his desk, he moved back in front of her.

“Take my shoes off” came the soft voice of authority. Peter knelt down and eased off her heels, taking the time to rub her feet before placing the shoes to the side. Looking up at Rose, Peter wished that everything he’d ever wanted would come true, especially if it all involved this woman. Placing her feet in his lap, he was sure she’d feel his hard on but he no longer cared. The feelings he felt for her were plain to read on his face without needing his cock to confirm he wanted her in the worst way possible.

As he moved his hands up her legs, he wasn’t surprised at the smoothness of her skin or how dainty and sexy her feet looked in his lap. He leaned forward and kissed her knees, caressing her legs as he did so. Peter slowly pushed the dress up and kissed her thighs, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses as he moved closer and closer to her sweet spot. As he moved to raise the dress higher, Rose’s hands grabbed his own and stopped him.

“We’ve got time for that later” she said as she smiled at him. Leaning down she claimed his mouth once more, deeply and slowly, Rose kissed him and her soft sigh excited him. As his mouth opened, her tongue licked his lip before slowly teasing his tongue. While their breathing got heavier, Peter felt Rose’s feet move softly against his cock, and he couldn’t help but groan. He felt her smile on his lips as she pushed harder, dragging her toes against his cock through his trousers. He moaned again, and this time she laughed out loud, moving her head back from his “Hmm you’re fun to tease” she said.

“Allow me to return the favour at some time” Peter whispered, before kissing her neck, moving up to her right ear and nibbling softy on it. Rose sighed against his cheek and moved her hands to his chest and slid his jacket off. Tossing it aside, she kissed Peter as she slowly undid his grey shirt buttons, one by one until the last one and it soon joined the jacket on the floor.

Her hands came up to his chest, dragging her fingernails against his smooth skin as she moved past his nipples, his neck and around to his back, pulling him closer. As she held him, Peter felt her warm breath on his neck, and he trembled. She licked his skin and kissed her way to his jaw line. “You taste good” Rose murmured against his neck.

“I bet you taste better” Peter said, moving his hands forward on her thighs to imply his meaning to Rose.

“You’ll find out, but for now…strip” Rose ordered with a wicked grin on her face. Peter got up from the floor and moved his hands to his belt as he kicked his shoes off. “Slowly” said Rose as she sat up straight and gave him her full attention.

Undoing his belt, Peter slowly pulled his zipper down and stroked his covered cock through the opening, groaning slightly as he did so. He never broke eye contact with Rose, he watched her as she watched him. The fact that she watched him strip for her turned him on even more. He was aching to release his cock and show her what she was doing to him. Undoing the button to his trousers, he slowly let his pants slide down, stepping out of them and pushing them away. Standing there, he felt naked as her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge coming from his boxers.

Rose reached out to him, grabbing the top of his boxers and pulling him closer to her. Caressing his thighs, she moved her hands to his cock and held him in her hands, slowly squeezing with pressure. He moaned as he looked down at the angel with green eyes who stared into his soul as if she knew his every desire. As Rose pulled down his boxers, Peter’s erect member sprang out without restraint and before Peter could savour the moment, Rose’s warm mouth slid over his cock.

Peter threw his head back in ecstasy, he felt his knees buckle as Rose slowly eased back before sucking him in deeper. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he felt his cock reach the back of her throat and he marvelled at her skill. He looked down and found her watching him with those dark green eyes and that made it all the more erotic. He felt her hands caress his balls as she sucked on the head of his cock and he trembled. It was almost too much for him to handle and as her other hand started stroking his cock; she alternated between sucking and stroking him. The sensations were overlapping in his system, Peter had never felt as hard in his life as he did then with Rose working his shaft. Her mouth was so moist, keeping his cock wet and hard when she sucked on him tightly, almost like a vacuum at times.

“That is soooo good” Peter managed to groan out. Rose had kept a steady rhythm between her mouth and hands, and he was sure he had never had a blowjob like this before. He felt the increase in pressure in his balls as the need to come became more persistent. His breath quickened as his cock pulsed to the rhythm of her hand and as he imagined shooting his load into her mouth, she stopped sucking his cock. Rose smiled up at him, “Can’t have you coming just yet” she said teasingly as she stood up.

"Wait, what?" Peter asked confused, his nerves on edge from being so close to an orgasm. Rose turned her back on him, a sense of déjà vu coming upon Peter. "Unzip me this time" Rose said with a small smile, looking over her shoulder at him. Pushing her brown curls to one side, Peter slowly pulled down the zip, allowing his lips to kiss the bared skin. As he reached the bottom, Rose stepped away and turned to face him. "Now it's my turn for you" she said with a sultry smile. Shrugging off one shoulder, she let her curls cover her face as she pulled the dress off. Standing in just her underwear, Rose unhooked her bra but cupped the material to hide her assets from Peter.

Peter took a step forward, trailing his fingers lightly along her shoulder and chest. He grasped the bra, inching it down slowly and he was rewarded with his first sight of her breasts. Against her honey coloured skin, her dark brown nipples stood out and Peter couldn't resist leaning down to lick one before the other. Rose moaned as he did so, "Suck them - hard" she commanded in a whisper and Peter obeyed. Her pleasure was his only concern as he placed his hands on her hips, feeling her curves mould under his hand. Gently biting her erected points, he alternated between sucking and applying pressure with his teeth. He wanted to make her happy and desperate to have him. "Get on the bed" Rose said in a breathless whisper as she threw the bra to the side. Peter pushed his boxers off before lying down on the bed, his thick member standing proud as Rose watched him slowly stroke his shaft.

Climbing on top of him, Rose teased him with her kisses again, duelling with his tongue in slow strokes that left his penis rock hard and leaking. Her mound was pressed against his shaft and he could feel her wetness seeping through. Rolling her underneath him, Peter let his hand trail from her breasts to her hips. Slipping into her underwear, he wasn't surprised she was shaved bare and it thrilled him. As his finger parted her slit, he stroked her clit, loving the way she moaned under his mouth. Following his instincts, he slid two fingers inside her and was rewarded with her groan. "Fuck me with your fingers" Rose said, her voice breathless and hot against his cheek. Choosing not to respond, he slid his fingers in and out of her hot pussy slowly, loving the sound of his fingers playing with her wetness. Kissing her neck, he was unprepared for the way Rose hooked her leg over his and rolled him over, her strength surprising him.

Directly grinding on his shaft, Peter couldn't help but moan as he grabbed onto her hips. With a sudden ferocity, he pulled her down to him and kissed her, their mouths desperate for each other as they claimed life from each breath. "I need you inside me, now Peter" Rose cried as he palmed her breast, her nipples trapped between his fingers. Pushing her underwear to the side, Rose pulled apart from him and straddled herself over his aching cock. "Watch me take you" she whispered, their harsh breathing rising over the soft music. Peter watched as Rose slowly impaled herself on his cock, her bare pussy swallowing all of his cock. Rose moaned as the feeling over took her; feeling his cock fill her as her cunt desperate and greedy for him. He was sucked into a hole so wet, hot and tight. As she finally sank to the bottom, they both moaned at the sensation, as if they were made for each other. Locking eyes with Peter, Rose rubbed her clit against his pelvis before placing her hands on his chest to gain leverage. Pushing up and sinking back down had never been so exquisite and Peter groaned as Rose truly fucked him. As her breasts moved with every motion, he would move up to lick any time she was near his mouth. Grabbing her hips, he tried to thrust into her but she was in control. "No I'm fucking you babe, deal with it" she whispered harshly. Any time she gained momentum and he could feel his balls churning, Rose would slow down and rock her hips slowly before picking the pace up again. Riding along the edge of an orgasm, Peter was aching to come. "Fuck Rose, I'm ready" he said, feeling the orgasmic free fall calling to him, he wanted to explode for her. Leaning forward to his ear, her motions shallow but determined, Rose whispered to him "Then you better come for me bitch" before leaning back to smile at him.

With that Peter came hard, shooting into her pussy with jerky thrusts. He was falling hard off the edge, each load of cum coating her inner walls. Looking up, he saw Rose in a silent cry before her body was racked with an orgasm. "Peter!" she cried as the last few waves of Peter's orgasm spaced out, allowing him to feel her vaginal muscles grip him in a vice. Holding her close, he waited until the last shudder before turning to his side to spoon her, his cock still inside her.

"You have me" Peter whispered, feeling confident that this was the start of something amazing.