Obsessed

by NJ Flatman

  Either way, it didn’t matter. In my mind, she had just submitted to me and given me the go ahead and that was all I needed!

  The hand that wasn’t tangled in her hair slipped around her waist, pulling her hips into me and causing a moan to filter out against my lips. That woman had no idea what the hell something so little could do to me. I’d never told her. Why?

  “Fuck,” I moaned myself as she wiggled her hips a little.

  “Did you like that?” she teased—completely unlike the Avery I’d grown to love.

  “Careful,” I warned her. “The towel might fall off.”

  “Hmmm,” she muttered, an erotic feeling when it passed my mouth. “You mean like this?” with one movement her hand slipped underneath the towel— brushing against the shaft— and popped the towel loose from my waist. A small chill in the air hit me as it dropped to the floor. “Guess we don’t need to worry about that anymore, huh?” she giggled— it was a sound I’d heard very few times from her and I liked it.

  “That creates a bigger problem,” I whispered, not wanting to stop kissing her long enough to really talk. Not that she gave me a choice as she pulled back slightly, stopping the makeout session.

  Releasing my neck, Avery ran her fingertips along my shoulders and chest— stopping briefly to outline my tattoos.

  “What problem is that Spencer?” Shivers went through my body with every touch. Standing naked against her, my cock began to throb. It ached and I knew that the only relief I’d ever find would be inside of her.

  “One of us is overdressed,” the words came with the actions. My hands slid up under the waistband of her sexy little top and pulled it up— her arms raising above her to allow me to slip it off. “God,” I muttered, seeing her standing there.

  A red and black lace bra pushed her tits up, creating a mound of cleavage that was begging to be touched and tasted. The color was my favorite— a fact I’d told her once during a long conversation. Women in red were sexy as fuck in my opinion— and she was standing there proving that I was right.

  I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t drag it out any longer. I had to know if the bottoms matched. If so, I just might lose all of my control and bend her over that fucking bed right then.

  Sliding my hands into her shorts, I paused a second and cupped the triangle covered by what felt like silk and lace.

  “Oh God,” she moaned the words as my hand lay across her, fingers close enough to bring her to orgasm as we stood.

  “I told you,” my mouth moved down and pressed against the flesh pushing out of her bra. “I get what I want,” squeezing her with my hand I kissed against her tits once more before moving my hand to slide her shorts off.

  Wiggling her hips to help push them down, she placed her hands against my chest and looked up into my eyes.

  “And what do you want now Spencer?” the question may have otherwise been innocent, but in that moment it was anything but.

  There was a fire in her green eyes. A look that I’d never seen on her before. She was anything but my normal Avery. Yet, she was so much more. Devious. Sexy. Delicious.

  I knelt in front of her, my mouth inches away from where my hand had just been, and used my hands to tug her shorts the rest of the way off. In front of me was a small patch of red— a little triangle that barely covered the flesh it was protecting. Silky and lacy, the material was the front of a thong that absolutely matched the bra she was wearing.

  Lifting her feet one at a time, she stepped out of the shorts, leaving on the shoes she’d had on with them. A pair that happened to scream fuck me when I looked at them. No worries though— I had every intention of doing just that.

  “Hmmm?” she asked again, placing her hands on the back of my head and pushing me towards her. “Tell me Spencer,” wiggling just a bit, she caused the silk to rub against my face, “what do you want now?”

  Turning my head, I pressed my lips against the skin of her upper thigh. While I liked the forward version of Avery a lot, I was in charge this time. She would have to wait.

  I planted small, sexy kisses along her thigh leading up her leg. Just as I reached the material of her panties, I stopped. Moving a little, I switched sides and ran those same kisses down the opposite leg.

  Refusing to answer her question, I stood, reaching both hands around her waist and grabbing her ass. Lifting her up, I carried her the couple of feet it took to get to the bed and laid her down.

  Lying there wearing nothing but red, I wanted Avery more than I’d ever wanted another woman in my life— even her. She didn’t look innocent and fragile. I didn’t want to treat her carefully and be easy on her. She looked sexy and devious and I wanted to claim every inch of her for myself— forever.

  We’d never had one of those movie scene kind of sex life. From day one it’d be good— nice— but awkward. I’d been nervous. She’d been anxious. We’d fumbled through it. Even at that resort I’d taken her to. It was never something to complain about— but it wasn’t that electrically charged thing that makes you realize you can never touch another human being again.

  This was that. I couldn’t do anything but just look at her. Wish that I could take a picture so I could see that look on her face every day. Eager. Waiting. Wanting me.

  Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels dug into my hips, and she tried to pull me towards her. I knew damn well what Avery wanted in that moment. But I also knew she was going to have to wait. There were some things that you just couldn’t rush and this was one of them.

  I let her pull me closer, but I didn’t give in to her. Instead I leaned down and began to kiss her tits again. God she was sexy. So sexy that I was torn. Did I want to leave the bra on her, or take that damn thing off?

  I decided to split down the middle. Sticking my fingers inside the fabric— hearing her moan as I did— I pulled it down past the nipples, pushing her out of it while still leaving it on. Nipples as hard as I was practically begged for attention— a request I was more than happy to oblige!

  Taking my time, I ran my fingertips around the buds several times— each pass causing her to gasp and whimper for more. Truthfully, I could have stopped, pulled those sexy panties off and fucked the shit out of her right then and there. But hearing her whimper and plead— it made me want to drag it out. I liked knowing what I was doing to her. Hell, at that point I just liked knowing I could still do it.

  That’s why I slowly took one of those nipples in my mouth and began to lick, suck and flick it with my tongue. Because when I did, she couldn’t be still. She wanted me. She even begged.

  “Please Spencer— please…” her cries weren’t unheard, they were just unanswered. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the chance again and I wasn’t gonna waste it. For one night she was mine and I was gonna soak up every minute that I had.

  I moved my mouth to the other nipple, using my hand to toy with and tease the one I’d just claimed.

  “Spencerrrrr,” she drug out the end of my name as she cried out in pleas for more. “Pleaseeeeee??”

  “Mmmm,” I acknowledged her, continuing the torment I was creating.

  Her body wriggled beneath me. Grabbing one of my hands she tried to push it between her legs, begging me to help her. I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled away from her slightly. Just far enough to gaze down at the swollen nips.

  “Please give me more,” she asked, a pleading look in her eyes. “Please?”

  “Okay,” I obliged, reaching down and running my tongue along one of her nipples again. “Who do these belong to?” I asked, waiting on her to admit what I’d been saying all along.

  “Don’t,” she tried to get serious, but when I flicked my tongue across once more, she caved. “You. They belong to you.”

  “Mmmhmmm,” I agreed. “Don’t forget that.” Taking it into my mouth, I placed it between my teeth and began to tug.

  “Oh jesus!” she cried out, her legs tightening around me and her feet pushing my pelvis hard into her.

  Switching tits, I did
the same with the other only to feel her lift her hips up to rub against me as she cried out.

  “You are mine,” I stated, not willing to listen to an argument. “Can you feel what you do to me?” Pressing my cock against her I listened as she moaned. “It’s all you. Only you. Nobody else can do this.”

  She moaned. She groaned. She cried out. She whimpered. She begged. She didn’t agree. A fact that wasn’t lost on me.

  “Tell me you are mine,” I ordered, pressing against her harder than before and waiting on her to respond.

  “Spencer,” she cried. “I…I can’t.”

  ~Avery~

  He was driving me absolutely crazy. Holy shit. I’d never felt like that in my life. Not with him. Not with anyone else.

  I wanted him. I’d begged. I’d pleaded. I’d done everything he wanted. Almost. I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say I belonged to him. I couldn’t say that I was his.

  Not because I wasn’t. Clearly I was. My God, what he’d done to me— simple shit— had completely consumed me. Every fucking inch of my body was on fire. I wanted him. I needed him. I’d never be okay if he didn’t take me right there on that bed.

  But I couldn’t belong to him. That was a promise I wasn’t able to make. Because as I felt my body heating up and my muscles begin to ache— I knew it wasn’t just his touch that was making me crazy. I needed my fix. My other obsession. My other weakness. The one he couldn’t know about.

  That meant I’d never belong to him. Because the me that could be this— that could be the Avery that he wanted so desperately. The one willing to reach down and grab his dick like I was doing right then. The one that could look up at him and say I need to feel you inside me like I’d said five minutes before.— I had to have that. And that was something he’d never understand.

  “What do you mean you can’t?” he’d asked me. “You are lying here begging for me and you can’t say you are mine?”

  I couldn’t answer. That’s why I’d went back to pleading and touching. Currently I was giving him one hell of a hand job against his own wishes. He didn’t want that. He wanted to drag this shit out and make me commit. I couldn’t. But I knew that if I didn’t have him…and damn soon…I was going to fucking explode and die. I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “I’ll never belong to another,” I whispered, hoping it’d be enough. Surely my confession that I wouldn’t be with another man would hold him over.

  Damn him. I wasn’t even concerned about the potential of him breaking my heart. The idea of him leaving again wasn’t at the top of my list. No. I was worried he wouldn’t be able to take the fact that I enjoy my fun now. I was afraid that if I got too close to him, he’d know and I wasn’t going to let that happen.

  What had he done to me? How had I gone from wanting to leave this room to pleading for him to touch me? What would happen after tonight?

  “Then why can’t you belong to me?” Stroking him harder, I tried to take his mind off of what he was talking about. “Jesus, Avery….stop.”

  When he asked me to stop I knew. He couldn’t take anymore. Suddenly his mouth found mine and took ownership of it. Tongue darting in and out, teeth grasping my bottom lip, all of it Spencer’s way of staking claim.

  “No matter what you say,” He whispered before giving me one last kiss. “You are mine!” with that he pulled himself off of me.

  The feeling of my thong slipping across my ass and down my legs caused me to moan yet again, calling out his name as if it were the only one I’d ever known. My clit was swollen— throbbing to the point of almost being painful— as he lowered his mouth and ran his tongue across it.

  “Holy fuck,” I cried, pleasure folding through me in waves. A mere buildup to what was coming.

  It’d never been my thing. Oral sex. Giving or receiving. I’d never really liked it and had managed to avoid it for the most part. But as I felt his tongue flicker against the most sensitive spot in my body— as his own moans vibrated through me— it was all I could focus on.

  Sensations floated through me that I’d never known in my life. Urges I’d never had were taking over. In that moment, I wanted to do to him— give to him— what he was doing and giving to me.

  I wanted him. To touch him. Taste him. Feel him. He wouldn’t let me. When I tried to move my hands, he held them down against the bed. He wasn’t going to cave so I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the moment.

  The tension began in my feet. I felt muscles begin to tighten and I knew it was coming. Release. Pleasure. My legs stiffened, bracing for the power that was about to flow through them.

  “Don’t….stop…” I breathed as lips clasped around my clit, tugging gently and only enhancing the impending release. “Please..don’t…stop.”

  “Mmmm,” his moan pulsed against me and I couldn’t wait any more.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I screamed, grabbing the cheap hotel comforter with my hands and pulling as my body began to convulse. Joy mixed with pain as my muscles spasmed right along with me. Why the fuck hadn’t I snuck off for my hit before this started. It’d been all damn day. Now pleasure and pain were combining to create a release that was agonizing and yet amazing all at once.

  Spencer didn’t stop. In fact, he only upped his game— sucking and flicking harder than he had been. “what the fuck are you doing to me…” I cried out, barely able to form words.

  Tensing again, my body prepared for the waves and flood of orgasm number two— but then he stopped.

  “What…no…don’t…please…keep…going..”

  “You are mine,” he whispered against the throbbing ache between my legs. “Mine.” It was more of an instruction than a statement. “Say it.”

  I couldn’t. I could not commit to him. Not like that. But holy fuck I wanted more.

  “Spence….” I pleaded with him.

  A quick flick of the tongue across my clit and I cried out, begging again.

  “Say it.”

  “I can’t,” tightening my eyes shut, I tried to avoid what was going on.

  Standing up, Spencer grabbed my waist and turned me onto my stomach. Slowly, his hands began to massage my back, squeezing and pressing on the muscles. He’d done so many times, but never in the throes of passion and after rejecting me an orgasm. A massage had never felt so much like torture in my life.

  Hands slipped lower, grabbing my ass and rubbing. Squeezing flesh and making me a little bit crazier. Grabbing each of my hips, he pulled me up until my ass was pressed against him.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked, a question I felt like he’d already asked me. “Can you feel how badly I want you right now?”

  “Yes,” the word barely came out. All I could think about was how close he was. What it would feel like when he slid into me. How much I wanted that.

  “It doesn’t matter what you say,” Spencer wedged himself in between my thighs, his cock pressing against me— throbbing with his own desire.

  I was ready. Waiting. Wanting him.

  “But I need to hear you say it,” he demanded.

  Moving his body, he pushed the length of his shaft against the clit he’d left swollen and pulsating with need. I felt myself tremble, my body shaking from the desire that I felt.

  “Give me what I want,” he told me, hands pressing into my lower back and cock rubbing back and forth against me as wiggled against him. “And I’ll give you what you want.”