by Snow, Jenika
Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own and gripped handfuls of his hair. As if that had been cold water on him, he removed his mouth from her and leaned back. She opened her eyes and blinked several times. The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream, crying out for more.
“Arms above your head, baby. Keep them there while I do my thing.” His tone brooked no argument.
She did as he asked because heaven knew she needed his mouth back on her. When she clasped her hands together, he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. The act was so erotic, like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream and he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss one drop.
His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke and pressing minutely into her hole on the down stroke. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but Kash knew what he was doing. He was torturously slow, bringing her to the precipice climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually take her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat her flesh as she tried in vain to come.
She silently begged for him to suck on her clit again, to give her that one mercy.
Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. It sounded like there was a wounded animal residing in her kitchen, but she knew it was just her making those noises. Air left her lungs in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth.
“Please, Kash, oh God, yes.” She didn’t need to elaborate on what she wanted. He knew, if the rich chuckle against her moist flesh was anything to go by.
“Do you want to come, Tristan?”
Was this a sick joke? He had to know she was perilously close. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg for it, more than what she had already been doing, and by God she was not above it. At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her.
“Please. Please let me come.” The words left her on a whoosh of air, and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her flesh apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center.
His tanned hands seem so dark against her pale flesh, but what now held her attention was the raw skin that lined his knuckles. The image of him slamming his fist into his opponent washed through her mind. Instead of feeling disgust and fear over the sight, her pussy grew wetter.
A dark look crossed his face when she brought her gaze back to his. Had he noticed her staring at his knuckles? Did he realize how much wetter she’d become after looking at them? He didn’t say anything if he did.
The terse moment passed quickly, and then he brought his tongue back to her cleft. When he reached her clit, he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against his mouth. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it.
Tristan threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed atop the table.
When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out a contented sigh. The blissful feeling was short-lived as she was lifted into strong arms. A gasp escaped her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he briskly carried her up the stairs.
At her questioning look he said, “I’m not going to take you on the table.”
His voice, rough, deep, like sandpaper scraping over her skin, broke through her haze. When he reached the top of the stairs, he didn’t hesitate as he made his way into his room. He shut the door with his foot, and when the sound of it closing penetrated her mind, she knew there was no going back.
It was as if the door sliding shut sealed the deal, made everything painfully clear. Things were going to escalate, and she had no intention of stopping it. She knew this was a mistake, but like most of her mistakes, she wouldn’t regret it until it was already said and done.
Kash set her on the ground but kept his hand around her waist. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercing press against the heated flesh of her belly. She swallowed and searched his face.
Should she say something? She wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. Even in the dim light she could see his lips glistening with her juices. She smelled herself on him, a heady scent that seemed to make what they were doing even dirtier. When they had first kissed downstairs, he’d seemed as frantic as her, but as things progressed, he’d grown different, more controlled. She couldn’t deny that she liked it, craved it even.
Never had she thought being dominated by a man would please her so much, but Kash’s rough commands, the way he seemed to hold her pleasure with his deep words and prolonged ecstasy, nearly undid her ten times over.
He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind her, she didn’t stop from going down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome in the moonlight. He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.
“You need to be sure about this, Tristan. Once I start, I’m not going to fucking stop.” His voice never wavered, and the stoic, controlled expression stayed on his face.
She didn’t need him to warn her. She knew what she was getting into, and she wanted more.
* * *
Kash had to grit his teeth and force himself not to slide into her warmth right then and there. He needed her to tell him she wanted this. Her body’s reaction wasn’t enough. Oh, he knew what a fucked-up idea this was, but at the moment all he could think about was what her sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock.
The smell of her cream, still covering his mouth and blinding all other senses, made it harder with each passing moment to keep himself still. He leaned back enough to see her slightly spread legs. Using his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed her thighs wider apart until he finally saw what he ached for.
With her legs spread, he could see how swollen she was, and the sight alone almost had him coming right then. He couldn’t stop himself from kneeling between her legs and bringing his face close to her pussy. He pressed his hips into the mattress, hoping to stem off his impending orgasm. For that one lone moment he let himself marvel in her.
Her slit, so ready for him, made his whole body tighten with need. Her small waist and flat stomach had his mouth watering to taste every inch of her flesh. Her breasts, full with tight pink nipples poised at the tip, had his hands itching to caress them. Then there was her face. She was achingly beautiful with her doe-like expression, kissable mouth, and small, straight white teeth that worried her bottom lip.
A moan left him as he watched her gently bite on the flesh. It was erotic yet innocent. It nearly drove him over the edge.
Again he pressed his hips into the mattress, feeling the sheets scrape along his throbbing cock, heightening his arousal instead of dimming it. When he let his gaze travel back to the apex of her thighs, he couldn’t help himself. Leaning forward, he let his tongue travel along the inside of her thigh and all the way to her core. Oh, she tasted just like she smelled, sweet and tempting, like strawberries and vanilla.
He found himself moaning against her pussy. A gasp left her, and then she was ever so gently pushing her cunt in his face. Using his thumbs, he spread her labia, flattened his tongue, and ran it up her center. Her whole body shook, and her tiny hands fisted in the sheets. He would make her come against his mouth again, because heaven help him, he couldn’t get enough.
He sucked and licked her, bringing her closer and closer to another climax. Kash wanted her cream coating his mouth, wanted it running down the back of his throat. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he ran his tongue around the bundle of nerves. His hips started thrusting against the mattress as i
f they had a mind of their own, dry humping it and mimicking the motion he wanted to be doing between her thighs.
“God, Tristan.” He groaned the words against her, and she let out a mewling noise. She was close. He could taste it. He renewed his efforts and was rewarded when her back arched, her breasts thrust forward, and her legs fell all the way open.
Yeah, he was going to fuck her good and hard … make her his.
17
When the second orgasm faded, Tristan sighed. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even concentrate as she tried to get her bearings together.
“Tell me, Tristan,” he murmured against her sensitive flesh. “Are you sure this is what you want? Fuck, I hope it is, baby, because I don’t know if I can stop at this moment.” He rested his head on her inner thigh, his warm breath teasing her flesh. She knew he would stop if she said no. She knew that with everything inside of her. She had no intentions of stopping this anyway. Tristan wanted, needed to feel him inside of her.
“I’m sure.” Those two words were a mere whisper out of her, but he heard her nonetheless. He settled his body on top of hers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer. Their lips were inches apart, so close that it was maddening.
“Everything about you inflames me.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really kissing her but tempting her all the same. She tasted herself on him and found herself leaning in, wanting more. “Since that first night I saw you, talked to you, my dick has been hard.” His tongue peeked out and teased her. “Even jerking off doesn’t help ease the ache.”
She trembled. He replaced his mouth with his tongue and ran it across her bottom lip. She closed her eyes briefly and absorbed the sensations. No one had ever made her crave to be touched. No one except Kash.
“Your skin is the softest I’ve ever felt.” He ran his fingers down her side. “Your hesitation and desire is like a drug to me, Tristan.” He pressed his mouth gently against hers before moving it to the shell of her ear. A moment of silence passed, and then he whispered, “And your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
His heated words had her blood pressure spiking and a flush spreading throughout her whole body. Her eyes had closed of their own accord as she let his words sink in. Her arousal slowly trickled out of her pussy and made a trail down her inner thigh. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassment over the latter, because Kash had slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked her cunt.
He growled in her ear. “If not for my self-control, I’d be fucking you right now, but I want to savor this, bring you as much pleasure as you’re bringing me.” He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat while he continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” His finger dipped inside of her, and she bit her lip. “I bet this slick little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt.”
Oh. God.
He slipped another digit into her body and then another until he was thrusting three fingers into her. “Damn, my whole hand is drenched.” She gasped as he twisted his fingers inside of her and bumped against her G-spot.
“Soon my cock is going to replace these.” He emphasized his point by scissoring his fingers deep within her. He moved them faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room. “Just the feel of your sweet little pussy sucking at my fingers could make me come.”
She was unabashedly gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Tristan found herself wantonly fucking herself on his fingers. She didn’t think she had it in her to orgasm so many times, but she knew if he kept this up, she would soon again.
Kash brought his thumb to her clit and started strumming it with expert precision. All other thoughts or actions ceased. In the next second she came. She cried out and moved her hips, pumping her pussy faster and harder on his fingers. He grunted in pleasure against her ear. When her body became lax, she rested her head on his forearm, breathing roughly. The steady drum of his heart filled her body in this pleasurable vibration.
There were no coherent thoughts running through her mind, just mindless need that had her every cell on fire. She opened her eyes and stared at him. Kash watched her with a strange look on his face, but she didn’t contemplate what it could mean. She could feel his erection against her thigh and knew what she wanted to do.
Flattening her hands against his chest, she gently pushed. He knitted his brows but lifted himself off her. When he was on his back, she pushed herself up, staring down the length of his body until she got a good look at his cock. The ring at the tip was thick, and although she knew nothing about gauges when it came to piercings, she knew it was thicker than what had to be the norm.
A fleeting thought came to mind, and she wondered if he was the type of man who enjoyed pain and inflicting it on others. Tristan had never thought about pain being associated with pleasure, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that there was a touch of curiosity in her.
Tearing her gaze from the hard length before her, she stared into his eyes. Of course, he held an unreadable expression, one that had nothing to do with the shadows playing in the room. Gone was the man who had laughed and talked with her carelessly over movies. The man before her was hard in more ways than one.
He didn’t need to tell her what he wanted her to do. The expression on his face spoke loudly.
His erection strained forward, and she grabbed the root as she leaned in. Kash hissed when she tried to wrap her fingers around his girth. There was a part of her that wanted to please him as much—if not more—as he’d pleased her.
“Do I have to explain what I want?” Even in the darkness she could see his eyebrow rise in question. A shiver ran up her spine at his dominating tone.
“No,” she whispered. Leaning down, she brought her mouth to the tip of him. She could feel his heat and opened her mouth to flick her tongue over the ridge of the tip. She wanted him to ache for her like she did for him.
Tristan ran her tongue over the flared edge and engulfed him. The taste of him exploded in her mouth. Salty, sweet, with a faint taste of metal from his piercing nearly undid her right then. She groaned around him. Despite her earlier orgasms, her pussy was drenched and her clit throbbed.
She sucked him hard and deep, and when he gripped the back of her head and started thrusting into her mouth, she knew she had won this small battle. His whole body was strung taut, and there was no doubt he’d come undone for her soon enough. His fingers tightened in her hair, but before she could taste him fully, have his cum coat the back of her throat, he pushed her back. Kash’s breathing was ragged, and the look he gave her heated her entire body.
“On your back with your legs spread, Tristan.” When she did what he said, she watched his expression waver for a moment. His gaze dipped between her spread thighs, and he let out a gruff sound. “Jesus, baby.” He ran a hand over his mouth. “I want to be inside of you so fucking bad.” He flicked his gaze to her, and a mask of composure covered his face instantly. “Tell me you want my cock in you. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”
Oh God. His words were like gasoline on a fire. She’d never been with someone so incredibly compelling and forceful. It was like he knew exactly what to say to have her on the precipice of climax. In the next instant his hard body was blanketing hers. His mouth took hers in a searing kiss, and she wrapped her hands around his neck. He pulled back with a scowl on his face.
“If we do this, we do it my way.” His words brooked no argument.
Tristan’s mouth went dry and her pussy convulsed. Yes, she so wanted to do it his way. A nod was all she could accomplish, but it satisfied him nonetheless. He clasped her wrists in one of his hands and brought them above her head. As if she could read his mind, she gripped the wrought-iron bars of his headboard. A ghost of a smile flittered across his face, as if her act of submission pleased him.
When his hands skated over her collarbones and landed on her breasts, s
he closed her eyes and arched her back. Yes, that was what she needed. She needed to feel his calloused palms scrape over her flesh. He tweaked her nipples, massaged the mounds, and brought a flush of heat to her chest. His hands were rough, worn, and all she could think about was how powerful he was when using them. A wave of lust slammed into her so hard it took her breath away. She was surprised at the intensity of desire that her thought caused.
The feel of his shaft straining against her cleft had the desire to rub against him rising to the surface, but she knew he wanted this to be done his way. For some reason, she knew that if she was patient and obedient, he would bring her to a place she’d never dreamed of.
His warm breath moved across her ear, and she forced herself not to turn toward him. “Are you ready for me, for this?” He squeezed her breast lightly. “Are you ready to have a monster thrusting inside of you?” He pinched her nipple. “Does the idea of what I do, of what I want to do scare you?”
Tristan didn’t know if he was trying to shock her, and although it might have worked, she was far too gone in her need to pay it much attention.
“I’m not any good for you, Tristan. The world I live in should scare the hell out of you, not turn you on.” His mouth was still by her ear, and his hands were still on her breasts. His words may have held a note of desperation and despair in them, but his body was still primed for her, just as hers was for him.
“I should leave you to your pretty little life, but I crave you so fucking bad. Never have I wanted something as much as I want you.” He emphasized his point by pressing his erection against her. A mewl escaped her. “I admit I’m a selfish bastard because, even though I know this is wrong on so many levels, I can’t stop. I won’t.”
