Insolence

by Lex Valentine

  “Do you want to suck my cock, Ainsley?” he asked, a slight sense of apprehension snaking down his spine.

  A visible shudder went through her and her hands fisted on her thighs. “Y-yes Sir,” she whispered, her voice exhibiting the same tremor as her body.

  He leaned back on his hands, his hips lifting toward her. “Then go ahead.”

  Her body angled toward him, her fists still on her thighs, and her breath wafted over his heated flesh…and then he raised a hand to stop her. Cupping her chin, he tilted her face up so their eyes met.

  “I want you to look at me, Ainsley. I want to feel your hands on me,” he rasped hoarsely. “I want you to show me how much you want to suck me, how much you want me. Can you do that?”

  For a moment the submissive demeanor she’d adopted, the one she had such trouble sustaining, fell away and her eyes shimmered as if with tears. “Oh God. Yes, Aric,” she groaned.

  His name on her lips sent heat flaring through his body. His cock twitched and her eyes flickered down to the thick stalk of flesh that rose from his neatly trimmed pubic hair. She reached up and tucked her long hair behind her ears. She dropped her hands onto his knees and Aric trembled with lust. Her long, slender fingers smoothed over his thighs confidently. She leaned into him, her torso pressing against his calves and knees. The pale green of her irises darkened and he felt the weight of her gaze on his balls. They tightened, aching unbearably.

  Ainsley smiled, her lush pink lips parting slightly. Her hands caressed his thighs, stroking up to his hips and teasing the sensitive skin over his hipbones. She bent her head and the wet lick of her tongue danced over his balls.

  Aric moaned. He couldn’t stop himself. Her fingers encircled the base of his cock as she licked and sucked the firm globes of his testicles. She took one in her mouth and the hot, wet suction nearly made him come. His brain began to short-circuit as lust threatened to take over. For one angry moment, he wondered where she’d learned that trick with his balls, but then her mouth began a wet glide from the base of his cock to its tip and he quickly forgot his anger in the rush of pleasure he experienced.

  “Dear God, Ains!” he exclaimed, flames engulfing his body as her mouth touched him. “That feels so fucking good!”

  He sat up so that he could tangle his hands in her hair, pushing the chocolate-colored strands back. His eyes focused on her as she ran the tip of her tongue over the crown of his cock, teasing the weeping slit, tasting his pre-cum and licking her lips. She hadn’t even taken him in her mouth yet and already it was the best blowjob he’d ever had, he thought, stunned by his reaction.

  Pink lips parted moistly and fitted themselves over the engorged head of his penis. Aric sucked in a breath. Her mouth opened wider and his cock slid into the wet depths, her lips stroking over him until her face was buried in his short pubic hair. Her throat muscles worked him and Aric suddenly had very tenuous control over himself.

  She pulled back slowly, sucking and licking as she went, and the visual had him in knots. His cock emerging from her sweet mouth, the mouth that argued with him for most of his life, had to be the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Wide-eyed, he stared as she set up a rhythm, sucking him strongly, her mouth, throat and tongue working in conjunction, expertly pushing him toward orgasm. She hollowed her cheeks, throwing her cheekbones into prominence, and her pink lips turned ruddy around his flesh.

  He could barely breathe because his heart beat so quickly and so hard. His cock jerked every time her tongue swirled over it. His balls were tight and painful, more than ready to dump a load of his cum down her throat. And all the while, her mouth worked him over and her hands stroked his body, learning the dips and angles, finding the sensitive spots and teasing them.

  When her fingers glided along the crease of his ass, one fingertip like lightning on his anus, he lost it. His fingers tightened on her hair and with a hoarse shout, he came, spurting hot cum into Ainsley’s mouth and throat. She sucked him harder, swallowing expertly. By the time she eased back on her heels, his semihard cock slipping from her mouth, Aric knew what they’d shared wasn’t like anything he’d ever experienced before. He’d just come, but already he burned to possess her, to fill her with his cock and make her his.

  “Look at me,” he said, his voice husky with satisfaction.

  Her long lashes lifted. A flush stained her cheekbones and her eyes glittered. Her lower lip pouted, slightly swollen, reddened and damp from her tongue and his cum. He cupped the side of her face and she nuzzled his palm absently, as if she wasn’t fully aware of her actions.

  Brushing a thumb over her cheekbone, feeling the heat of her slight blush against his skin, Aric whispered, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  The color in her face deepened. She licked her lips, the darting of her tongue betraying her nerves. “I’m not. I’m just…me.”

  Her voice had a desperate edge to it, faint but Aric still heard it. “I’ve always thought so. Why do you think I’m single? No one can ever measure up.”

  The green irises darkened. She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it, her gaze falling from his. Aric decided that now wasn’t the time to pursue the discussion. His cock had been left at half-staff and he ached to fuck her.

  He stood and reached down to pull her up beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and fitted his body to hers, reveling in the feel of her soft curves as he took her mouth in a commanding kiss. She whimpered and her lips parted, acquiescing to his domination of her mouth, melting against him as he tasted himself on her tongue. He kissed her with all the pent-up emotion inside him. She took his kiss and responded to it but he could tell she held back a part of herself. She didn’t reach for him or touch him, letting him orchestrate every facet of the embrace. He knew a good sub would do the same, taking her pleasure in the fact that he was in charge. With Ainsley, however, he would have loved to have her respond with equal aggression and show him just how badly she wanted him.

  Aric took them down onto the paisley sheets and stretched his body over hers, rubbing his half-hard cock over her thigh. Reaching up, he gathered her wrists in one hand, holding them over her head.

  “I’ll restrain you again later, and tomorrow there will be other things we’ll do, but tonight it’s just you and me, Ains. I want to learn how you respond, learn your triggers. And I want you to become comfortable with letting me take charge.” He nuzzled her throat, feeling the pulse that beat erratically there beneath his lips.

  “You have to be willing to give me all your trust. You have to understand that whatever I do is not just for my enjoyment, but for yours as well,” he murmured softly against her delicate skin. “I will not do anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t like what I do, say your safe word. I will stop. I don’t ever want to do anything that you don’t like, Ains. Do you understand?”

  Her eyes glowed a bright green as her lids flashed upward. “Yes Sir,” she whispered.

  She moved her thighs restlessly against his. Aric sensed her arousal had gone up the instant he’d pressed her down on the bed. She wanted him to fuck her. Every little movement and twitch of her gorgeous body told him so.

  Keeping her wrists in his grip, Aric used his free hand to caress Ainsley from her shoulders to her hips. He moved his fingers slowly and studiously avoided her breasts and thighs. He discovered that she didn’t have a ticklish bone in her body, the inside of her elbow held a magical erogenous zone, she had a minute tattoo of a delicate green vine around her pierced navel, and behind one ear he found another tattoo, a tiny star outlined in red.

  Aric flashed back to their senior year in high school. He and Ainsley had been growing apart a little as he became more popular at school for his basketball prowess. Ainsley’s height had relegated her to the group of female jocks who had their own brand of popularity but who still stood outside the golden circle of acceptance. He’d been voted captain of the basketball team and given a red star to add to his letterman jacket. The principal
had awarded the star at an assembly and the head cheerleader, some petite, bubble-headed blonde he’d dated for a few months, took it from him, kissed him in front of the whole school and made a little speech about sewing it on for him.

  Until that day, every insignia he’d earned had been sewn onto his jacket by Ainsley. He knew she had assumed she’d sew the star on as well. He’d looked out at the crowd in time to see her turn and walk away. In that moment, he’d known something had broken between them.

  With a deep sigh, he stroked one finger over the star, turning his head to kiss it gently. Her breath caught in her throat.

  “I’m sorry.” His apology ruffled the silk of her hair.

  “For what?” she asked, again forgetting to call him Sir.

  Her voice held a slight tremor and her skin rippled with reaction as he rubbed his hand down her side. He should have smacked her for her disobedience, but he just couldn’t focus on dominating her. Too many other things—emotions, memories—had gotten in the way.

  “For not letting you sew on the star.”

  She shuddered and when he looked at her, her eyes were tightly closed.

  “What makes you think that star is for you?”

  For a moment he wondered if he’d been wrong. Then he shook his head. He knew Ainsley too well. The star was for him.

  “I just know.” He kissed the red-lined star again.

  “The star is to remind me that no matter how much I believe in something, in someone, I can still be disappointed. I got it the instant I was old enough,” she murmured, a harsh note in her soft voice.

  Shit. Aric felt like a schmuck. He’d never realized how much he must have hurt her over the years. “Ains, I—”

  Her eyes popped open, green fire blazing at him. “Don’t, Aric. The past has no place here. Please. Forget about the star. Just fuck me.”

  The F-word dropping from her lips fired his body even while it made him frown. He dropped his head and licked the star, wondering what other surprises her body might hold for him. He traced the pale-green vine on her belly and tugged at the purple titanium bar through her navel. He wondered what the vine meant. Hell. He wondered how many things had happened in her life that he knew nothing about. She had been incredibly talented with her tongue. Someone had to have taught her to give a blowjob like that.

  Fury ripped through him. Why the hell had he never thought about other men possessing her? He’d told her she couldn’t come to his club because he’d known he wouldn’t be able to stand aside and watch her fuck some sub.

  He drew a deep breath, calming himself. He was with Ainsley. She’d chosen him, not some other man. Her gorgeous body was stretched out on his bed for his pleasure. His and hers. He’d waited his whole life to have this fantasy come true and here he was thinking about her being with another man. He needed to get a grip—and quickly.

  Bending his head, Aric took one dusky-peach nipple into his mouth. Ainsley moaned and arched against him, pressing her breast against his face. Her thighs opened, cradling him between them, stroking up over his hips to nudge him more firmly into place. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, then bit it lightly. He moved to the other breast and she squirmed beneath him, his now fully erect cock nudging the entrance to her pussy.

  Aric couldn’t remember the last time he’d had missionary sex. He’d never been a fan of it really. Yet the feel of Ainsley writhing beneath him, under his control, made him hotter than a firecracker in July. He kissed her again deeply, feeling her response right down to his toes. He knew his cock had to be leaking pre-cum all over her pussy and thighs. His control unraveled to the point that he didn’t think he could even manage another position besides missionary. If he didn’t get his cock inside her in the next few moments, it would be all over.

  Then it hit him. Fuck! Condom. He gazed at her, frozen. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to put it on. He was grinding his cock on Ainsley, and he didn’t want a freaking thing, not even a thin layer of latex, between them. Shock held him immobile. He’d never wanted to go bareback before.

  “Aric?” she whispered, fear flickering in the depths of her eyes.

  He bit back a sigh and leaned over to jerk open the nightstand. Thank God, he typically kept the box there even though it was only so he could refill his pockets or wallet. He fumbled a little as he yanked out a strip of condoms.

  Ainsley’s eyes widened. “I’m on the Pill and I get tested regularly. I’m clean,” she offered quietly.

  His hand shook. He badly wanted to forgo the condom, and the urgent desire to do so surprised him. He knew the lifelong bond of trust between them made up half of his reason for not wanting to use protection. But the other half seemed rooted in a possessive urge to make her his in a way he’d never done with any other woman.

  “Me too. In the lifestyle, regular testing is mandatory.” He stared down at her. She didn’t want the damn thing either. He could see it in her eyes. “And condoms are mandatory too.”

  Disappointment bloomed on her beautiful face. His cock throbbed painfully. Bloody hell!

  “Are you sure?” he asked through gritted teeth, throwing caution to the wind.

  “Yes,” she moaned, thrusting her hips upward, rubbing against his straining cock.

  He tossed the condoms back in the drawer. “God, I shouldn’t do this but I can’t fucking resist you, Ains. I’ve never gone bareback before. You’ll be the first.”

  Her eyes glittered with satisfaction and Aric swallowed hard. Anticipation rocked him even harder. He knew the feel of her wet cunt closing around his cock would be amazing and he couldn’t wait a moment longer to experience it.

  “Hold the headboard,” he ordered harshly, his breath rasping in his throat.

  She gripped the bars with both hands. Slipping his hands beneath her buttocks, he tilted her hips up. His knees and thighs spread her wide and she wound her legs around him. He sent up a little prayer for her love of martial arts. It had kept her supple and flexible. He thrust his hips forward, sinking his cock into her depths.

  A strangled scream emerged from her throat as she tossed her head, her body bucking beneath him. Her legs hugged his hips and Aric leaned over her. Balanced on one arm, he kissed and nibbled at her lips, letting her get used to the feel of him within her. He needed a moment anyway. The feel of her tight channel gripping his bare cock nearly sent him over the edge. The sensation filled him with uncontrollable lust.

  Aric settled into a slow rhythm. She undulated beneath him, rising to meet him movement for movement. He let go of her hands and cupped her head, kissing her again and again as he fucked the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy he’d ever had the privilege of being in. Ainsley wrapped herself around him, arms and legs clinging tightly as she matched each of his quickening thrusts with one of her own.

  Feeling his orgasm begin, the spiraling heat enveloping his spine and groin as he teetered on the edge, Aric slipped his hand down to tease her clit. She yelped and her body jerked. She came quickly and hard, a flush staining her torso. Aric drove fiercely into her, holding her hips up off the bed, plunging into her at an angle to get maximum friction. Ainsley’s eyes widened, her hands coming up to grip his arms, her fingers biting into his muscles as he strained toward his orgasm.

  “Shit! Aric…” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh God. Aric, I’m coming again.”

  This time he felt the difference in the ripples that shook her. The clitoral orgasm had been sharp, hard and fast. The vaginal orgasm, triggered by his battering of her G-spot, welled up from deep within her, the ripples small at first then bigger, longer, deeper. Her pussy squeezed his cock with each spasm that rocked her frame. The milking motion, coupled with the gush of her cream, sent him over the edge. His orgasm burst from him, his balls tightening until he thought they would split open. His cock expanded as it twitched, then jerked as he came, spurting his seed deep into her pussy.

  Aric bit her neck, sucking the flesh between his teeth to stop himself from screaming out lou
d. He shuddered convulsively, unable to control his body as his orgasm ripped through him. Colored lights swirled behind his eyelids as he blinked his eyes shut. Despite being consumed by the incredible sensations, he knew deep in his heart and brain that he’d just had the biggest orgasm of his life.

  Gasping for air, he sank down onto her body, still shaking hard. He looked into her eyes and she smiled. No. She grinned.

  “Can we do it again?” she asked with a shaky chuckle.

  Aric groaned but an answering grin stretched across his face. “Tonight, yes, but I’m restraining you for the next round,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “And tomorrow I take out my whips and chains.”

  She blinked at him and before his eyes, the glorious woman turned herself from satisfied seductress into submissive goddess. Her eyes lowered and her expression became serene. “Yes Sir,” she murmured.

  Chapter Three

  The sun had been above the horizon for nearly an hour by the time Aric dropped the handcuffs into the nightstand. Ainsley lay on her back, one arm above her head as if she remained cuffed. Her naked breasts rose and fell evenly in her sleep. Despite his exhaustion, Aric felt slightly on edge. He slipped down on the mattress, his head denting the pillow as he pulled the sheet and comforter over them both. He wriggled, scooting into a comfortable position, and waited. With a frown, he realized he was waiting for Ainsley to snuggle up to him. She didn’t move.

  Strangely disgruntled, he closed his eyes. Didn’t all women want to snuggle? Wasn’t that one reason he never brought a date home? So they wouldn’t disturb his sleep?

  He lay unmoving for what could have been only minutes but felt like an hour, trying to fall asleep. His body had that heavy, sexually sated sensation that usually led to a deep sleep. He couldn’t have been more awake. A rustling sound accompanied the dip of the bed as Ainsley rolled to her side, away from him. With a growl, he gave up all pretense that he didn’t care where she slept. He rolled to the center of the bed, facing her back, and then reached out and pulled her hips toward him. She turned, her long legs tangling with his, her face unerringly finding the spot where his neck met his shoulder. She nuzzled him, her arms curled between their chests.