by Smart, Kit
17
The next morning when my alarm went off, I reflexively slammed my hand down on the button to silence it before it could wake Hadrian. I then spent a good ten minutes trying to convince myself to extract myself from where I lay in his arms so I could make my way to my desk. The feeling of his morning erection; hot and hard against my bare hip was not making the decision any easier. Surely another twenty minutes or so doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things? I nestled my backside against his groin and felt myself grow wet in response to the way his cock hardened even further in reaction to the caress. You could just turn over and climb on top; wake him with sex— So aroused now that I could almost feel him inside of me as I moved on top of him, I bit my lip to restrain the groan that was working its way up my throat, and the resulting pain brought me back to my senses enough to let me pull away from him, and sit up on the edge on the bed. Which would be sexual assault as you don’t have permission. I told myself firmly as ignoring the throbbing between my legs, I pushed myself to my feet, and after grabbing some clean clothes out of my dresser, made my way to the shower whilst making a mental note to discuss the ins and outs of morning sex with Hadrian later in the day as I went. A girl had best receive permission first.
* * * * *
Several hours later, my pages for the day finished, I followed the smell of fresh coffee into the kitchen where I found Hadrian, dressed in slacks and a t-shirt his hair still wet from the shower, seated at the kitchen table re-reading my pages from the night before. Red pen in his right hand and a cup of coffee in his left, he looked up as I entered the room. “Hi.” I said as a sudden nervousness swept anything clever I might have said out of my head.
“Hi.” Hadrian tilted his head at me and smiled a slow sexy smile. “Are you nervous?”
“A little.” I admitted feeling foolish. “I should have stayed in bed.” I rushed to add.
“Stayed in bed?” He set the cup down and extended his arm in a gesture so reminiscent of last evening that I felt myself flush with the memory. Happy to have been given an entrée into the room, I moved quickly to take his hand as my brain kicked back into gear. “To avoid this sort of morning after awkwardness with additional lovemaking.” I gave him my most piratical grin as I leaned down for a kiss.
“Ah. The additional lovemaking strategy.” He opened his mouth readily to the pressure from my lips and, as hungry he was, his hands were soon at the hem of the loose tunic top I had donned that morning; pushing themselves up along the sensitive skin of my back before sliding back down to my hips where they kneaded and caressed the softer skin there as he plundered my mouth with his.
Withdrawing one of his hands from my hips he pulled his t-shirt up, breaking our kiss for a moment to pull it over his head. Getting the message that he wanted to be touched, I used my hands to caress and massage his upper chest paying special attention to the sensitive skin of his nipples as I did so. When I felt him buck under me with pleasure as I swirled my thumb around his right nipple; I was inspired to pull my mouth from his and lower myself between his legs so that I could put my mouth where my thumb had been.
The groan he gave in response to the movement of my tongue on him, was loud, sharp, completely uninhibited and went straight to my clit.
It made me wonder how he’d react to my mouth on his cock. Wickedly inspired by the thought, I dropped my hands to the waistband of his bands as I continued to lick and nibble and swirl my tongue around his nipple.
By the time, I had unbuttoned his slacks and started in on the zipper; Hadrian was panting and arching his back under my mouth in reaction to my ministrations and I found myself thoroughly determined to undo him with pleasure.
Carefully sliding the zipper down, I used my hands to free him from the confines of his briefs as with a last teasing swirl of my tongue, I began to kiss and lick and nibble my way down his chest and stomach. I paused to focus on each spot that elicited a particularly intense reaction, and by the time I reached the sensitive skin between his belly button and the waistband to his briefs, he was panting and shifting restlessly in his seat. When he raised his right hand and pressed it against his chest I drew back a bit to look at him a little. Restlessness can mean pain. “Are you all right?”
He groaned; low and deep in the back of his throat. “I’m fine.” Almost of their own accord, the fingers of his right hand began to circle his left nipple. “Don’t stop.”
Despite my position on the floor between his legs; it was surprisingly intimate to watch him caress himself, and a sudden image of him on his back, in bed, naked, as he worked his hand over the length of his rigid cock had me pressing my thighs together as a sudden rush of blood had my pussy swollen and throbbing. This is about his pleasure. I reminded myself as I dropped my head back to his belly. Later, there will be time for—” A shift of my head had him resting against the side of my neck, and the feeling of him hardening even further at the contact, elicited a corresponding ache between my legs where my lady-bits were demanding to feel him pushing inside so that he could assuage that ache. Later. I reminded myself with a mental whimper.
Laying my arms along his thighs, I used my thumbs to caress the sensitive skin of his inner thighs as I kissed my way to the base of his shaft, where I shifted so that I could look up at him.
Meeting his passion clouded gaze, I extended my tongue and licked him form base to tip where I paused to tongue the delicate frenulum in a move that had him arching up off the chair and reaching for me.
Smiling with satisfaction as his hands settled lightly on my head, I took the tip of him into my mouth where I alternated between sucking gently, swirling my tongue around the velvet soft skin at the top of his cock, and then flicking his frenulum with rapid little movements of my tongue until the kitchen was filled with the sound of his pants, groans and gasps of pleasure.
Though his hands remained on my head; flexing ever so slightly in response to my movements; he didn’t pull or attempt to guide me in any way. Rather he provided me with a way to attenuate to him, and when I felt his hands begin to wander restlessly; clenching and unclenching as they went; I moved a palm to rest solidly against his lower abdomen just as he began to shiver and shift.
I waited a moment for the solid pressure to ground him, and draw him back from the edge of overstimulation—the point where pleasure can easily turn to pain—and then humming a little tune in the back of my throat, I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. His groan as I slowly drew my lips along his throbbing shaft up towards his tip was deep and guttural but his body was still and relaxed aside from the tension of arousal, and I moved my other hand to grip the base of him firmly as I held drew back until I held only the delicate tip of him in my lips.
Again I used my tongue to trace to soft rim of his head; exploring him until I felt him move against my lips in smallest of thrusts; nothing more than a flexing of the muscles in his pelvis; a small motion quickly restrained. Heartbreakingly sexy, and just what I had been waiting for. Giving one more shallow suck at his tip, I opened my mouth and dove down taking as much of him as I could, and holding him there as he arched and gasped his pleasure.
Giving him only a second, I slid my mouth back up his length and sucked at his tip once, twice, three times before taking him deep once more.
I kept up this pattern of shallow sucks followed by deep ones; varying the length and numbers of each so that he couldn’t predict what was going to happen next until the pre-cum weeping from the tip of his cock, and the feeling of his testicles drawing high and tight against the hand I held at the base of his cock told me that he was on the edge, at which point, I held him there with long slow sucks from base to tip that had him eyes closed and boneless as he leaned back against the chair with his head tilted back to suck in great drafts of air as he let himself hover in the sensations bombarding him.
It was hard to say how much time passed with us like that; me on my knees caressing him with my mouth; him laying back drifting in the sexual pleasure
moving though him. Minutes; hours; perhaps an eternity. Time seemed to stop, resuming only when his body gave in ,and he arched up with a half whispered shout, beautiful in his pleasure as he pulsed into my mouth.
* * * * *
Sitting back on my heels I massaged the tight muscles of his thighs as I watched him regain control of his breathing and focus. Feeling awkwardness begin to creep in despite the undeniably sexiness of the moment, I cast about for what to say of do next. Absurdly, all I could come up with was breakfast.
“So...pancakes?” I blurted before I could hold it up to my whole ‘what would Blackbeard do?’ litmus test.
Hadrian stared down at me from under hooded eyes. “Pancakes?” He smiled—a relaxed smile full of the vestiges of pleasure and arousal and sparkling with genuine amusement. It was a smile I’d never seen before and I knew in that instant that I would do anything to elicit it from him. Even if it means making pancakes instead of doing the badass pirate thing I’m probably supposed to be doing. I shrugged. “I’m hungry.”
His smile deepened into a grin as a certain heat entered his gaze. “Are you now?”
Telling my body to shove it sideways; I gave him my most severe look. “For food.”
His eyes sparkled as him amusement intensified. “You sound very certain.” He drawled.
With great resolve I pushed myself to my feet; a maneuver made all that more difficult by the sudden shakiness in my legs. “I am certain.” I told him as firmly as I could.
Holding my gaze, he dropped a hand to his lap and palmed himself. Stroked once, twice.
Unable to resist, I glanced down at his rapidly hardening cock; was unable to suppress the shiver of anticipation that ran through me at the sight.
“So you’re saying that if I were to lift you onto that table,” He nodded at the spot beside his coffee cup and lowered his voice to a low rumble. “Lift your skirt,” A slow stroke of his hand along his cock punctuated that. “pull your panties down, spread your legs apart.” I watched mesmerized as he used his thumb to circle the crown at his tip in a motion that closely echoed what I’d done with my tongue moments before and despite myself I felt all the blood rush back between my legs. “Push myself between your thighs and rub my cock,” reversing his hand he slid it down to the base of his erection. “on your wet pussy,” using his hand he pushed himself up in down suggestively and my clit began to pound as I imagined the feeling of that velvety firm pressure moving against me, exactly where I needed it. Fuck. “Back and forth,” he continued to play with himself, and I cursed my writer’s imagination as I felt myself become impossibly wet. “Until you’re screaming for me to enter you.” His face hardened slightly with the stamp of his own growing arousal. “And which point, I will slide into your wetness;” He lifted his hips and I felt the motion as though he were in fact sliding his thick, hard length into my aching pussy. “Just a bit.” He paused and my body throbbed with disappointment. He lowered his hips then thrust them up again. Just the same dissatisfying little ‘bit’ as before and again my clit protested with a rapid fire series of pounding throbs that almost brought me to my knees. Hadrian, damn his eyes, looked at me knowingly, and moved his hips up and down several times in a series of shallow thrusts designed to message the entrance to my passage in a way that would be equal parts satisfying and frustrating. “Then, when you’re so ready that you can’t see straight for wanting me.” He slid his hand back to the top of his cock and clasped it in his palm and began to slid it down millimeter my excruciating millimeter. “I’ll slide into you so slowly that you won’t be able to tell that I am moving, all you will feel is me filling you up, pressing up against the walls of your pussy where you need to be touched.” He let his hand sit at the base of his erection. “When I am all the way in, you’ll be able to feel me throbbing against you and you’ll try to hold me there as I withdraw.” As slowly as it had moved down his hand slid back up. “And the feeling of you clamping down on me with your tight, wet walls will push me to the brink of madness; to the brink of ejaculation;” He slid his palm up over the head of his cock hesitated for a long moment that had me and my nether regions throbbing and gushing in brutal anticipation of what was coming next. “But,” He started to slide his hand down again. I watched his hand move slowly; felt his phantom cock slide into me. “I will not be rushed.” Mesmerized, almost stupid with arousal, I watched him as he continued to stroke himself with that same maddening deliberation for several minutes.
When I was almost at the point of pulling up my own skirt, and using my fingers and palm to relieve my hopelessly throbbing, aching pussy, he stopped, his hand poised loosely around the crown of his cock, and narrowed his eyes slightly. “When you can’t take it anymore, when your body is screaming and crying out for mine;” With an abruptness that I felt to my core, he slid his hand down his cock rapid and hard and the sound of the side of his hand hitting flesh at the base of his erection reverberated throughout the room. “I will slam into you and fuck you as hard as you want to be fucked.” Eyes heavy with arousal and still holding mine, he repeated the hard stroke and this time the sound broke the spell I was under. “What say you Sinclair?” He smiled knowingly at me. “Want to give it a shot?”
I was already levering myself up onto the table.
“Shut up and get inside me.”
* * * * *
“My imagination is fucking you like crazy right now.”
“Don’t you have stuff to edit?” I gave him my best severe look before returning my attention back to the pancake in the pan.
“I’ve finished.” That sounded a trifle smug and I resisted the urge to smile.
“You are making it really difficult to behave around you.”
“Good.” That was more than a trifle smug and I smiled down at the pancake as I flipped it.
Depends on your point of view I suppose.” I muttered in an attempt not to do the immature thing and toss the pancakes into the sink in favor of another bout of lovemaking. “It could be damned awkward in a more public setting.”
There was a long pause during which I managed to deposit the now cooked pancake on a plate and pour batter for another one into the pan. Then his voice broke the silence again. “I think you should know Sinclair, that I intend to make it my mission to make you as horny as possible in public situations.”
I was forced to grab the counter with one hand as that went through me and nearly took me out at the knees. “Christ Hastings,” I swore softly. “My clit gets its own heartbeat whenever I’m around you.”
“Yeah?” Unabashedly smug.
“Yeah.” I used the flipper to loosen the crispy edges of the pancake in preparation for flipping it over. “Smug bastard.”
“Is that a new nickname?” The smugness was joined by amusement.
“Maybe.” I turned the pancake over. Shifted in an attempt to relax my legs and then had to bite my lip as the motion caused my clit to brush against the soft material of my panties. How can you be aroused agains so soon? I pushed my thighs together in an attempt to deal with my throbbing clit. Is this like having the sex drive of a pirate?
“You look a bit hot and bothered over there Sinclair.” More amusement.
I contemplated brushing his teasing aside before opting to give in to my body. “I kind of wish you were over here touching me inappropriately right now.” I admitted as I slid the second pancake out of the pan on top of the first one.
I heard him suck in his breath followed by the unmistakable sound of him bracing himself on the table and pushing himself to his feet. Adding butter to the pan, I continued to pretend that I had some kind of interest in making pancakes as I tracked his uneven footfalls across the kitchen floor.
I felt his arms slide around my abdomen and leaned back against him as I lured more pancake batter in the pan. Dipping his head, he nipped at my ear. “All you have to do is say the word Pippa.” His deep voice and the sensation of his breath against my ear had me arching reflexively against him. “Pleasing you,” H
e slid his hands up along my abdomen and sides until he cupped my breasts, and I all but forgot about the pancakes. “is a huge turn on for me.” He pushed himself against my back for emphasis and I could feel that he was indeed aroused. “I’d fuck you all day if I could.” He began to knead my breasts gently as he spoke, and my body was instantly delirious with pleasure. Nuzzling his head against my ear, he traced the rim of my ear with a wicked little flick of his tongue that went straight to my pussy. “Mind the pancakes Pippa.” He reminded me with an amused laugh. Smug bastard.
“Fuck the pancakes.” I told him as I pushed my breasts into his hands desperate for his caresses.
“I’m hungry Pippa.” He murmured with another wicked flick of his tongue.
“For pancakes?” I asked helplessly as the double assault of his hands and tongue pushed me higher and higher. Surely you aren’t thinking about pancakes at at time like this?
Another swipe of his tongue. “Mostly to get my hard,” He pushed himself against my back as he spoke. “aching cock inside your tight,” another push. “wet pussy.” A gentle suck at my earlobe that I felt deep in my core. “But also for pancakes.” Dropping his right hand from my breast he slid it down along my ribcage and abdomen until he reached the waistband of my skirt. “So, why don’t—” with the heel of his hands on my mons, he extended his fingers and used them to slowly ruck up my skirt. “You concentrate on the pancakes while I concentrate on getting you ready for after breakfast.”
Pulling myself together, I slid a third pancake onto the place as the sensations of his fingers brushing against my lady-bits as he pulled up my skirt pulsed though me. “After breakfast?” I asked because I wanted to hear him say it.
“After breakfast,” He rumbled in my ear as his index finger found me through the fabric of my skirt. He stroked me once, twice, three times before resuming his quest to pull up my skirt. “When I get to push,” Skirt successfully pulled out of the way, he palmed my bare pussy with his hand in a way that at once appeased my need to feel him there, and at the same time set off a deeper ache for more. Using his fingers, he caressed my entrance. “Myself up into here.”
