Sunday

by Kaia Bennett

  He couldn’t let her win. It was the principle of the thing; it was the game they were playing. But more than that, he wanted to test himself, wanted to see if he could resist the pull she always seemed to have over him. It was going to be an interesting experiment, because he was already having some serious trouble regaining his control.

  He couldn’t just transfer all of his lust into the act of teasing her like he usually did. He could only sit and wait, and hope that she would be the first to crack under the pressure of anticipation.

  He licked his lips as Gia slowly let the fabric slide down her skin. It stretched in a line from one nipple to the other, a line that would soon disappear to reveal the contours of those golden brown treats with their sweet chocolate centers. He didn’t know what his face looked like, but judging from the twinkle in her eye he would wager he looked as hungry as he felt.

  He shivered as she picked up the pace over his hips. He could feel his balls tightening for the third time that night as she blatantly simulated fucking him. His breath was growing short, eyes slightly unfocused. He was so close that he gave himself away with a strangled gasp. Perhaps that’s why she gave one long, firm roll of her hips over his before she stepped away altogether, her top just barely covering her nipples.

  “You should slide all the way up the bed,” she suggested sweetly. “Make yourself comfortable.”

  There was nothing jovial about the smile on his face as he slid all the way up the bed and rested against the headboard. He lifted one knee and let his arm dangle over it. He would have looked perfectly relaxed if not for the way his thumb kept stroking over his fingers. Every fiber of his being seemed to say she would get hers. She’d been counting on that from the moment she started stroking him in the cab, so there was nothing to lose now.

  It wasn’t at the forefront of her mind, but the feeling that she given herself to Flynn and still had yet to claim the same power over him was always there. Watching him earlier that night, the way he smiled and laughed, the feel of his arms wrapped around her as she swayed against him on the dance floor made her almost delirious.

  More than once she’d caught him watching her at the bar, cigarette dangling between his lips, dirty blond hair falling into eyes that so blatantly possessed her. His tall leanly muscled body had caught more than one girl’s attention in that grey t-shirt and black jeans. Everything about him made her body scream, made her literally beg for him to take her.

  And yet, it wasn’t until he was coming that he said the words she wanted to hear. It wasn’t until he found his release within her that he could express even a fraction of the way she felt for him. She knew that he wanted her and more and more she was realizing that he cared for her. But tonight, just for a little while, she wanted him to be consumed with need for her.

  She wanted him at her mercy.

  She turned around giving him a full view of her naked back. The music was like sex rolling over her skin, making her sway and swivel. She pulled the lavender fabric away from her body, lifting it high in the air before letting it fall to the floor with a barely audible swish. She lifted her hair in both hands, turning just enough to see him watching her hips roll forward and back. She gave him the profile of an aching breast, before letting her hair fall and her hand disappear in front of her. She undid the button of her jeans, turning away as she closed her eyes and continued to slowly strip for him.

  Flynn’s hips were rising and falling slowly, his fist clenching with the weight of his restraint as she slid her hands over her body, her fingers trailing down one arm, through her hair. The backs of her fingers stroked down her sides, and then over the sharp curves of her hips. His eyes were being held hostage by the way her back moved so fluidly, by the dimples at the small of her back as she rolled her ass in winding patterns. Her hands were slipping into the side of her jeans and cupping her ass as she slid them off slowly, never missing a beat as she moved.

  She dropped low as she slid them off, but when she came back up, she was bent over at the waist for just a moment, giving him a tasty view of her lavender bikini panties. He would have chuckled to himself at her color coordinating her underwear with her outfit if he wasn’t so fucking turned on it hurt. He could see the telltale dampness on the crotch of the soft fabric. He smirked at this little victory. If he played this right, he could make this backfire on her pretty little ass before he fucked her senseless.

  She turned again and he literally inhaled at the sight of her, his hips lifting slow and hard as if he were actually entering her. He suppressed a tortured grunt as his body cried out for the wet friction standing so close and yet so untouchable because of his refusal to give in. She was cupping one breast while the other lay hidden and pressed under her forearm. The other hand was circling inside her panties.

  The music changed and still she danced while she rubbed her buried treasure. At first her eyes were closed. When she opened them they were watching her fingers work over her hidden wet pussy. Then she looked up at him, her eyes hooded with pleasure and twinkling with mischief. She lifted her chin on a particularly good stroke, her hair falling into her face as she lowered her head again, panting. Unable to take it anymore, his hand absently found his cock through his jeans and squeezed.

  Gia stroked her self faster, dipping her fingers into her wetness and rubbing it into her clit as she watched his hand grow bolder over his cock.

  “You like watching me, baby?” she asked.

  He nodded without thinking, barely able to keep his eyes open and yet refusing to take his eyes off her. He wished he had turned away when she pulled her wet fingers out of her panties. She rubbed her juices into each tight, hard nipple and used her other hand to cup her wet mound over her panties. Then she sucked her own sweet juices off her middle finger.

  “F-fuck.” He could barely recognize his own voice, how deep and husky and desperate it had grown with lust. He squeezed his cock even harder. It was painfully stiff, still trapped within his jeans and boxer briefs.

  Why wasn’t he fucking her again?

  “I could take care of that for you, Cam.” She nodded to the hand gripping his cock as she kneeled onto the bed.

  He swallowed as she knelt on all fours and crawled like a cat between his widespread legs until she was close as possible. He felt a jolt of electricity flood his body as she placed her hands on his bare chest. She leaned in and kissed his cheek with as much sensuality as she reserved for the head of his cock, making him sigh with relief when her lips finally found his.

  He never got enough of the way she kissed him, of the feel of her soft lips and the way she always moaned into his mouth when he stroked her tongue with his. He pressed his mouth more firmly against hers when he felt the light brush of her nipples against his chest.

  She kissed him back just as firmly, holding his face in her hands as she sucked on his bottom lip. She bit down on the soft flesh, her teeth scraping against the entrance to his mouth. It was just this side of pain, just this side of breaking the skin the way she had that first time. He growled, his body lurching towards yet another plateau of arousal. He was close; she could almost hear his body saying the words she would make him cry out soon.

  “I think you like it when I bite you,” she whispered, giving his lip another nibble before moving onto his earlobe. She tugged lightly on the first silver hoop before biting into the flesh there.

  “Kinda had to get used to it,” he said with a laugh. “You’re like a bobcat when you come.”

  She laughed in his ear and her hands stroke down his body, relishing the way her fingertips caught on his nipples, dipping and rising over the ridges and valleys that were his chiseled torso. She could feel his stomach tensing as she reached his belt buckle.

  “Where else do you like to be bitten?” she asked, looking into his eyes. The music was all but forgotten now as she got lost in the dirty thoughts laid bare for her to see in those hypnotic green orbs. He didn’t speak, just smiled slyly. He wasn’t volunteering any information. She to
ok it as a silent dare for her to find out exactly where he’d enjoy the scrape of her teeth.

  Her answering smile made his heart and cock thump. How did she do it? How did she make him feel so crazy and exposed with just a glance? The truth was that with other girls, they had teased and taunted. It had felt good, but there was just something in his make up that was always able to hold out until he could turn the tables on them.

  With Gia he was starting to wonder if that were impossible now. He wondered just how deep this need for her could go.

  Flynn licked his lips as she unbuttoned and unzipped him. He lifted his hips at the insistence of her soft hands and she began to tug his jeans and underwear off. She moved just enough to get his clothes off and toss them on the floor, and then she was on him again, this time kissing his neck. She licked hard and long at the skin there, sucking and then sinking her teeth into his flesh. She sucked hard through her teeth, her pussy throbbing as she heard his breath catch and felt his body stir under her hands.

  Gia pulled her mouth away with a sharp, smacking sound, licking at the superficial pink wounds her teeth left on his neck. She did the same thing to his shoulder, licking a trail along his collarbone until she could kiss him sweetly at the hollow of his throat. She kissed over the plump muscle of his pec, gracing it with little bites that let him know exactly where she was going next.

  She licked the path his scorpion tattoo had paved for her, her tongue following the curve of its spine and down the tail. Her tongue circled his nipple just like the stinger did, until it was licking the rosy pebble of flesh. It rose and fell rapidly under her insistent tongue, and she marveled at how she’d never tasted him this thoroughly before. With a moan she closed her mouth over it and sucked.

  Flynn inhaled sharply as she sucked hard on his nipple, licking at the sensitive flesh surrounding it before scraping it with the edges of her teeth. He wanted to press her head closer to his body, but he didn’t dare move, not now when her tongue and teeth were attacking his body in the most delicious way.

  He couldn’t touch. Not yet.

  She glanced up to see him running a shaky hand through his hair as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. When she bit down and pulled it away from his chest, he shuddered and looked down at her.

  “Do that again,” he growled, his voice gruff and his eyes penetrating, “but harder.”

  There was no masking his groan as she sucked and then bit down twice as hard. He bit down on his lip, looking towards the ceiling before his eyes slammed shut. She kissed her way over to his other nipple, using her fingers to pinch down hard on the one her mouth had abandoned.

  His cock was dribbling all of his pent up aggression onto his lean stomach when she finally released his nipples and kissed her way down his body. He marveled at how just the feel of her hands stroking down his arms as they clenched the sheets could make his body vibrate with need.

  Flynn inhaled and exhaled deeply, preparing himself against the overwhelming feel of her mouth on his cock. Or was he simply trying to recover from all the ground she’d covered? He’d never had a girl tend to him so thoroughly, in a way that was so tender and so erotic all at once. Every scratch of her nails was chased by a soft kiss, every scrape of her teeth followed by a firm lick. By the time he could feel her warm breath wafting over his dick he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to win her little game or not.

  She laughed at his groan of displeasure as she licked the cut of his hips instead. His cock twitched towards her mouth as if it had a life of its own.

  “What do you want me to do with that, Flynn?” she said, scraping her nails up and down his inner thighs.

  “Put it in that pretty little mouth,” he said huskily, lifting his hips with a moan as she gave him a long wet lick from the root to just under the tip.

  “Like this?” she asked. She turned her head to the side and proceeded to lick and suck at the underside of his cock, only putting her mouth on small patches of the silky flesh before moving up higher.

  “Suck it, baby,” he whispered, barely able to stand it.

  She was working her way up to the head of his cock. He was going insane with waiting. Soon she would have her mouth on him. He didn’t even care if she teased him, just as long as he could finally feel her touching him fully in the end.

  She breathed hotly over the head, swirling her tongue in the weeping slit. She sucked lightly, flicking her tongue over him as the wet heat of her mouth engulfed the velvety tip.

  “Yes,” he moaned, his breath growing short.

  “You want more?” she whispered before going back to sucking more firmly.

  He was only able to nod. The way he stared down at her made her afraid to say what she would say next, but she couldn’t help herself. She hadn’t found his limit yet.

  “Hmm,” she said taking long licks over the most sensitive skin on his body, “maybe later.”

  He couldn’t believe his fucking ears.

  He was literally in an angry, arousal-fueld shock when she pulled away from the long, thick rod of flesh practically ready to burst against his stomach. It didn’t get any easier when she crawled towards him.

  She placed her hands on his shoulders and licked his upper lip just before she stood. His face was directly in front of her lavender covered mound. The panties hung low on her pretty brown hips with just thin strings making up the sides.

  “Take them off,” she ordered.

  She placed her hands on the wall, swaying her hips in front of his face ever so slightly and waited for him to comply.

  Flynn’s hands slid up her outer thighs, curving around to cup her ass. He let his strong hands take over, slowly pulling down her panties, looking at her as his tongue flitted out to stroke her clit with one firm, retaliatory lick.

  He did most of the work as he lifted her ankles and slid her panties all the way off her shaking legs. Gia licked her lips and stared at him through hooded eyes as he brought her panties to his face and inhaled deeply. One hand braced on the wall, one sweeping his hair out of his eyes, she grasped his head and pulled it gently towards the pulsing, wet heat of her pussy.

  “You wanna give her a kiss, Cam. Don’t you?” She slipped two soft fingertips into his parted lips, making her fingers wet for what was to come.

  He watched her sigh, dipping her head back as she started to sway to the music once again. Her fingers explored the pouting folds of her pussy and his mouth watered when she slipped her fingers inside. She fucked herself with her own fingers, fingers lubricated by the mouth that wanted desperately to devour her. He could have her panting louder than she was now. His mouth and his fingers could make her moan louder and with more hunger.

  He could do it better, if only he would let himself touch her.

  She lowered herself, her fingers slipping out of her pussy and up to her clit. Her hand stroked down his neck and rested on his chest as she straddled his hips. The feel of her heat, of her wet sex touching and then fanning out against his hot dick, made them both gasp and moan as they settled into the feel of touching without penetration. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to choke her or beg her for mercy when she began to rub her pussy slowly over the underside of his thick cock. She was panting, stroking her clit as she stroked his cock with her pussy and he had to grip the headboard behind him to keep his shaking hands off of her.

  “Do you feel that?” she gasped, knowing damn well that she was all he

  could feel. “I’ve never been hotter…or wetter… than I am right now.”

  He was going to lose; he was going to crush her body to his. He was going to touch every inch of her golden brown skin until his fingers were raw.

  He groaned through painfully gritted teeth, his entire body a tightly wound spring of animalistic tension as she pumped long and hard over him. He could feel his body beginning to shake uncontrollably, his hips thrusting involuntarily against hers. He’d never felt so full, so eager to thrust his dick into someone in his entire life. He could almost hear it screaming
at him to fuck her, could almost feel each and every vein in his body pumping blood to his already torturously engorged cock. God, nothing had ever hurt so good.

  “I’m so close, Cameron,” she moaned, stroking herself as she climbed selfishly without him towards the peak.

  He was white knuckling the headboard behind him as she rolled her hips in tight circles over him and pinched his nipple hard with her free hand

  “Taste how ready I am for you, baby,” she hissed, lifting her slick fingers from her clit, still rocking quickly against him. They were barely in front of his face before his mouth was darting out to taste them, sucking hard on the sweet juices coating her fingers and his dick as she rocked against him.

  That was it.

  That was his fucking limit.

  Flynn’s fingers curled almost painfully in Gia’s hair, and he pulled her into his kiss, sucking deeply on her tongue. His hips pumped frantically into hers, trying to penetrate her through will alone. She cried out against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her hips, reached between their bodies, and slid himself quickly inside of her eager pussy. They cried out in unison as he sat her down hard on his cock until he bottomed out within her.

  There was never a more powerful relief, never a sweeter release, than the very first moment of connecting to his most ardent desire. But even that moment couldn’t last, and soon penetration wasn’t enough, not for Flynn.

  “Fucking tease,” he said, immediately setting a punishing pace inside of her tight, clenching pussy.

  The smacking sound of their bodies connecting was the backdrop of their excited, tortured moans. He grasped the headboard with one hand while the other locked itself like a vice around her hair. He barely registered the discomfort of the hard wood against the back of his head and shoulders as he thrust into her. His only concern was the girl above him, writhing and screaming as he fucked her with more aggression than he’d known he could harbor.

  “You said I couldn’t take it,” he hissed against her parted lips. “Well, you were right baby, you won. You like your prize?!”