Compulsive Fascinations

by N. Isabelle Blanco

  My hips moved in a tiny circle, seeking to get him in deeper—the friction set me off, an orgasm slamming into me out of nowhere.

  “Will that be all?” I heard the waiter ask above the pounding of my heart.

  “Yes. That’ll be all.” Calum’s voice sounded a bit tenser than before, but aside from tightening his hold on me, he gave no sign of what was happening to him, outside of the roar of his heartbeat against my chest.

  Biting down harder on his neck, I held on as my slick pussy trembled around the tip of his finger, getting wetter with each pulse as I came.

  Distantly, I heard the waiter walk away. My orgasm rippled through me one last time—and in its wake, the hunger got worse, destroying my common sense.

  I was an animal, captured by instinct, so hungry for his cum inside me. I licked at his neck, mad with need.

  Calum groaned, fisting my hair so he could pull me back and look at me.

  I whimpered, locking eyes with him.

  He slammed his finger into me all the way, thrusting in circles, making me clench my teeth and ground out his name.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come for me.” His breath panted out from his parted lips, his eyes bouncing all over my face, caressing my body, stopping hungrily at my breasts. “I want you mindless for me.”

  “I am!” I gasped, circling his wrist with my fingers and bringing him deeper into me. “Want your cock. So bad. More, please.”

  Groaning, he slid out, then came back at me with a second finger. He stretched me, but it still wasn’t enough, wasn’t as big or fulfilling as I knew his dick was. When he pressed his thumb into my clit, massaging the top of it in small circles, I cried out in misery.

  “Calum.”

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get back home, Liv. Going to do everything I’ve been dying to do to you.”

  “Oh, God. Yes.”

  Grabbing my hair by the roots, he dominated me, holding us both still even as he slammed those gorgeous fingers in and out of me. “Come for me one more time, baby. Let me see you this time.” He pressed both his fingers upward, rubbing against my g-spot. “Let me feel you.”

  “Kiss me.”

  He slammed his lips onto mine, thrusting his tongue hard into my mouth.

  The moment it slid across mine, I went off again, my body tensing as an even harder orgasm tore through me. My nails dug into his neck, no doubt leaving marks. I licked at his tongue lewdly, no longer caring if someone saw us and realized what was happening.

  My walls clenched tightly around his fingers, ripping another groan out of Calum.

  The sound magnified my orgasm even more. My clit swelled and pulsated against his thumb, the pleasure searing my nerves and leaving me nearly twitching against him.

  Calum slid his fingers out and spread them, rubbing every bit of my wetness all over me.

  I was on the verge of crying from the body overload, too turned on to focus on anything other than the desperate need to be naked with him. Wanted his skin and tongue all over me, wanted him to rub his hard dick across every inch, before plunging it inside me.

  Calum growled into my mouth, swirling his tongue around mine one more time. I could barely breathe when he pulled away, my eyes clenched shut from all the sensations and emotions he’d set off within me.

  His hand left my pussy. Less than a second later, his soaked thumb traced my bottom lip. “Open for me, baby.”

  I did so, mindlessly. He slid his thumb along my tongue, making me taste my own arousal. Moaning, I opened my eyes, lids rising lazily as I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked on his thumb.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, watching his thumb slide in and out of my mouth. “I need my cock in your mouth. I need to get you home. Now.”

  Finally. I nodded, swirling my tongue around his thumb. He let me play with it for a few seconds longer, licking his lips as he watched.

  Then, he snatched his hand away from me, rushing to get out of the booth.

  He was so hard inside his jeans, his cock almost managed to tent them.

  All mine.

  My lips parted.

  Calum reached into his back pocket, yanking his wallet out. He flung a bunch of bills onto the table—much more than the actual bill was, I’m sure—before grabbing me and all but lifting me out of the booth.

  “Calum!” I cried, giggling.

  He ignored me. Expression intensely focused, he started storming toward the back exit, and right passed the spot we’d made out in months ago.

  “Home, Liv. Now.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Didn’t you bring your car?”

  “It’s parked inside one of the parking lots. It can wait.”

  Smiling, I pressed my nose against his jaw, inhaling his scent. “I told you we should’ve just headed home earlier.” When he grunted at that, slamming his way outside with me in his arms, I giggled again, drunk on the giddiness of knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

  3

  “Right here?” Holy fuck, I sounded like a whore. A straight-up, cock-hungry whore.

  Calum seemed to love it. He palmed my ass and forced me onto my knees on the huge couch. “Yeah. Right here.”

  “We haven’t had sex on here before,” I said, letting him maneuver me until I was bent over the arm of the couch. The apartment was cool thanks to the AC. My hypersensitive skin pebbled as the air caressed it, and inside my bra, my nipples did the same.

  Calum moved my hair out of the way and sniffed the back of my neck, making another shiver go through me. “I know.” He ran his hands along my waist, gripping me hard. “That’s why I want to fuck you here.”

  His words at the bar came back to me.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get back home, Liv. Going to do everything I’ve been dying to do to you.”

  I arched my back, trying to get closer to him. “What else do you want to do to me?”

  His fingers caressed my thighs, right where my dress ended, then curved to grip the hem. “You’ll see.” The skirt of my dress was lifted up and over my ass, leaving it bare. I heard him hiss in a breath when he saw the blue, lace thong I’d worn for him.

  I had to sink my nails into the dark brown leather sofa to stop myself from turning to him.

  He wanted me on my knees.

  He wanted to do bad, bad things to me while I was on said knees.

  Who was I to stop him?

  My breaths went shallow when he trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh to cup my pussy. “I love when you're this wet.”

  “I love it when you get down to business and fuck me.”

  Calum fisted my hair, pulling so that my back was forced into a complete arch. “Easy there, Liv.” He caressed my pussy in soft circles—a contrast to how he tightened his fist around my hair. “I plan on fucking you hard, and I can't do that if you're going to be fighting me the whole way. Can I?” He punctuated the question with a stroke against my clit.

  I gasped, melting for him. Shifting my knees, I spread my legs farther apart, trying to grind down into his hand.

  He slipped his fingers inside my thong, playing with the outside of my entrance. “You’re going to have to be a good girl for me and let me have control.”

  “When have I ever given you full control?” I’d never let a man dominate me before.

  My interests were more than piqued; my pussy fluttered at the thought of him pinning me down and fucking me raw.

  But I wouldn’t admit that to him. Not so easily. I wasn’t the type to give a man control in any situation.

  “You’ll give it to me now.” Calum slipped his middle finger inside me, thrusting in and out languidly. “Or else I won’t fuck you the way you need me to.” He slid another finger into me then moved his thumb—

  I jerked as he passed it over my ass, teasing the sensitive, tight hole. “Oh . . . Oh God. Calum!”

  He choked out a curse. “Fuck. The way we both need it.” He froze, two fingers deep inside me and his thum
b pressing against the spot he’d just teased. His harsh pants echoed behind my small, desperate cries as I tried to get him to move. “You like that?”

  Nails digging into the leather beneath my hands, I mewled, shaking so hard. Calum’s tight grip on my hair left almost no room for movement and the tendons in my neck jumped with the strain. I bit out his name as my pulse beat between my legs, around his fingers. “Calum.”

  “Shit. You’re about to come.” His thumb teased my back entrance again and another shudder went through my body. My walls swelled, the shock of him playing with me like that only adding to the sensations.

  “Has anyone ever had you like this?” he asked in a rough tone.

  When I didn’t answer, he used his thumb to play with me some more, rubbing in circles that drove me mad.

  “Answer me, Liv.”

  “No,” I gasped out, thighs quaking.

  “Has anyone touched you here before?” Another delicious stroke that sent bolts of pleasure all the way down to my clit.

  Another desperate sound left me. “No one. Oh, baby—”

  “Not even you, Liv?”

  I couldn’t focus. “I . . . I . . . shit, Calum. Please. Fuck me.”

  He pulled on my hair, sending small shocks of pain racing down my body to combine with the pleasure he was giving me between my legs. “I asked you a question, Liv. Do you play with yourself here?”

  “Yes, sometimes!” I cried out, skin so hot, going out of my damned mind.

  “I’ve never done this before, either.”

  What? What kind of stupid woman wouldn’t give him that?

  I wanted to give him that. So damned badly. “Yours.” I pushed back against his hand once more and rotated my hips. “Take me. Any way you want me.”

  “Fuck.” He shifted behind me, but didn’t move his fingers the way I needed him to. His thumb had stopped moving too, and he left it pressed against my hole, so that every move I made with my hips ended up teasing me more.

  “Look at you,” he groaned. “Look at how beautiful you are.”

  Calum eased up on his hold on my hair long enough for me to turn my head.

  The couch faced the floor to length windows that lined the east wall. Thanks to the night outside and the white carpet and walls inside, our reflection was stark against them.

  Detailed.

  Seeing Calum kneeling on the couch behind me, his hand lost between my legs, the arch of my back and ass—Calum’s face while he stared at me, the hunger I saw there . . .

  Fuck. I was undone. Utterly undone.

  I clawed frantically at the couch.

  Yearning ate at me, growing more powerful with each swipe, with each second that he refused to thrust his fingers inside me. My hips arched, moving back and forth, fucking his fingers and pressing his thumb against me.

  Calum growled and yanked on my hair, forcing my head back.

  Then he was over me, dwarfing me from behind, his tongue seeking out my mouth as he slammed his fingers into my soaked pussy.

  I started coming before his lips had even touched mine, a scream stuck in my throat as pleasure shot from my ass to my pussy and back, so intense it nearly blinded me.

  Helpless sounds left me. I locked up everywhere, my body freezing under the onslaught.

  Calum took my mouth, forcing me to accept each swipe of his tongue, his thumb moving against my puckered hole in time with each one.

  The intensity was overwhelming, but I took it for him, took everything he gave me. Tears slid out of my clenched eyes, mixing between our mouths as we kissed.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” he groaned against my lips, making me whimper.

  Then, he was gone, and I was shaking, barely holding myself up—Calum pulled me to my feet in front of him, forcing me to stand on trembling legs and heeled feet.

  He cupped my face gently and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, both my cheeks. There was something emotional about his kisses, something almost grateful.

  I closed my eyes against the emotional bombardment, lost. There was no lifting my walls back up, no reinforcing my fears.

  There was just him. Taking me. Somehow, spiritually, sliding a hand into my chest and fisting it around my heart.

  “God, I want everything with you, Liv.” His lips landed back on mine. Tongues tangling, his hands slid down my body. His words fucked with my head.

  Calum reached down to grab my dress and yanked it off me in one move.

  Unsteady on my feet—unsteady when it came to my emotions—I grabbed onto his shoulders for support and watched him as he rid me of my thong and demi-bra next.

  “You’re delicious.” Almost snarling, he bent down and bit the skin of my lower abs, expression vicious. “I want to eat you.” He fell back against the couch and pulled me, heels and all, until I was once again kneeling on it.

  “Calum, I can’t. I won’t be able to handle it.”

  Grip rough around my thigh, he forced my right leg up and braced my foot on the couch, so that I was open and bare. He adjusted himself, sliding down the couch just enough to put his mouth at the same level as my pussy.

  He pierced me with those golden eyes, grabbing my ass cheeks in each hand. “Yes you can. And you will. For me. You’re going to give me everything, Liv.”

  Holy fuck. God. What the hell were we even talking about?

  Calum leaned forward and kissed my bare pussy lips, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. Both his kiss and his stare pierced right through me, and a pained gasp left me as I grabbed onto the back of the couch with one hand.

  “I love your pussy.” He licked at me like some kind of starving beast, the sounds he made, and the sight of his tongue against my slick flesh reawakening my hunger for him.

  Undulating, I pressed my pussy right to his mouth, greedily riding each lap of his tongue.

  He sucked on my clit, humming around it. When I fisted his hair, rotating my hips, he tightened his grip on my ass and forced me to move faster.

  My clit throbbed with need, the tension gathering. Calum nipped lightly at it, eating me as if he couldn’t get enough.

  Close. So fucking close. Right there . . .

  He pulled back, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glistening with my arousal.

  “Calum!”

  “Get on your knees. I want my dick in your mouth.”

  My pussy spasmed at his words, hungry. I was torn between dragging his face back to my pussy and dropping to my knees as he’d ordered.

  For the umpteenth time that night, he simply lifted me, forcing me to do as he willed. He gently dropped me onto my knees on the floor.

  I didn’t have a chance to tell him what I thought of his treatment.

  On my knees, mouth parted, I watched as he shot to his feet and yanked off the black t-shirt he’d been wearing.

  Side note: Calum didn’t go to the gym to maintain. Not since I’d met him, anyway. He went to the gym to push himself, and the last few months had been so good to him.

  The mere sight of his naked torso was enough to drive me mindless. By the time his shoes and jeans were off, and his rock-hard dick was bared, I’d forgotten all about my ire.

  All that mattered was getting my hands on him. My mouth on his shaft.

  He sat back down on the couch and reached to grab the back of it with one hand. Legs spread, abs clenched, and the muscles of his raised arm flexed, he stared down at me as he gripped the base of his cock.

  He started playing with it, up and down, slow movements that weren’t just meant to tease only him.

  He was offering it to me, showing me what he was about to give me.

  Shameless.

  I moaned at the sight of his swollen veins and throbbing dick. He slowly fucked his fist, squeezing his cockhead.

  A small bead of precum leaked from it.

  “Come here, baby. Lick it.”

  Crazed for him—wild with hunger for his cum—I practically launched myself onto his lap and pushed his hand out of my way. I gave his len
gth one long lick, from base to tip, lapping at the bead of liquid on the crown.

  Calum groaned in anticipation, his head punching back into the couch.

  Throat bared. Muscles straining. His thighs quivering as I licked the other side of his dick.

  I moaned at his taste, the same one I'd become addicted to, and wrapped my lips around his tip. When I sucked on it, hard, as if I was trying to force more precum out of him, Calum's head fell forward, his expression agonized.

  “Fuck, Livana. Your lips. Love fucking your pretty little mouth.”

  Oh God. That sexy rasp of his voice saying that to me made my clit swell for more. My eyes rolled back in my head and I slid him deeper, fucking him with my mouth the way I was dying to do so with my pussy.

  “Ungh.” His hips rose off the couch, pushing him farther, his tip hitting the back of my throat. One of his hands cupped the back of my head, fingers diving into my hair. “Suck me, Liv. Show me how much you want my cock.”

  I whimpered around his length, bobbing my head up and down. Grabbing his tight balls with one hand, I fondled them as I let my tongue swirl around him.

  Calum cried out, thrusting up toward my mouth again.

  His balls tightened even more in my grasp—it drove me wilder, until I was sucking on his cock hard, determined to wring his release from him.

  “Fuck, fuck, baby, fuck. Look. . .at. . .shit. Baby, open your eyes.” He began thrusting furiously into my mouth, both of his hands grabbing onto the back of my head now, holding me in place. “Open your eyes, Livana.” Thrust. “Need to see you.” Thrust. “When I fucking come.”

  I opened my eyes and gazed up at him—nearly came just from looking at him. Calum cried out my name, voice strained. His shaft swelled in my mouth, his balls growing even tighter. His body tensed, racing toward that peak.

  He yanked me off his cock using the hold on my hair and let me go to lay back on the couch.

  “Ca–Calum?” I was too dazed to realize what he was doing. Too hungry. The taste of his precum sat heavy on my tongue; a promise unfulfilled. My body ached with the need to have him back inside me, in any way possible.