13. Beach
Chapter thirteen
Beach
(Nico)
A s soon as those words leave her mouth, my dick explodes in the innkeeper’s hands, spilling cum over both of us. Jesus, so much cum.
It’s the first complete orgasm I’ve had since the night I arrived, when I came on Kiah’s angry face.
All I can do is keep on sucking, holding onto her incredible breasts as the most intense climax of my life rips through my body, threatening to tear me apart.
The satisfaction is instant, overwhelming, and I swear I forget how to function for a second.
It’s never been this intense.
Fucking hell.
I’m so sensitive.
But those thoughts are fleeting.
My mind is reduced to insular thoughts as Kiah keeps milking my spent dick.
Dio mio!
Gasping, I spit out her breast, desperately trying to regain my breath. “N-no more,” I stutter like I’m a child again, overstimulation burning my skin to the point of tears.
After two more tugs, Kiah mercifully stops torturing me, dropping my sensitive dick.
Exhaling slowly, deeply, I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer as I try to summon my senses.
Until the innkeeper whispers “Look at me” in that commanding tone, and I force them open again.
I’m rewarded by a radiant grin on Kiah’s face, and I can’t help but smile like an idiot, a satisfied idiot.
She pushes her sticky fingers between my lips, and I suck my cum off her digits, never breaking eye contact.
“Look how pretty you came for me,” she praises as she twirls her fingers inside my mouth, and my stupid spent dick perks up again.
What is this woman doing to me?
I don’t trust my voice to speak, so I focus on sucking her fingers. The taste is salty, surprisingly so, but not as unpleasant as I thought it would be. I’ve never tasted my own cum before.
“Such a beautiful cock. It’s such a waste keeping it locked up.”
I nod, incapable of a more elaborate response.
Kiah pulls her fingers from my mouth and uses both hands to push me down on the towel.
Climbing over me, she pins me between her muscular thighs, one on either side of my waist as she straddles me. Her body is cold and wet from the ocean, exploding shivers all over my skin.
But my mind has a single focus—those perfect tits of hers. From down here, those round mounds look even more glorious. Hypnotized, I reach for them again with both hands.
But Kiah smacks my hands away. “Not without permission. Ask first.”
“P-please. Please!” I plead shamelessly.
“Words. What do you want?” she torments me, shaking her torso ever-so-slightly so those delectable breasts dangle before me like a prize I simply have to win.
“Please m-may I t-t-touch?” I murmur, begging, like this is how I speak now. My threatening voice has reduced weaker people to tears with its menacing tone, but the only one close to tears today is me.
Why is this so fucking hard?
But I don’t have time to berate myself or my regression into stuttering. My feral desires are in the driving seat, and they want only one thing—Kiah. All of her.
“Not yet. Hold still,” she instructs, and I whine like a little puppy.
For a hellishly long moment, Kiah just sits on top of me, studying my face as she makes up her mind about how to proceed.
The indecision is clear on her features. I know what a woman looks like when she’s about to do something she really wants but knows she shouldn’t.
I don’t dare move, as difficult as it is. If she leaves now, I’ll go insane, I know that. I need her.
The primal urges tearing through my insides burn brighter with every second that passes, threatening to make me come undone at the very seams.
I want her so fucking badly. To feel her warmth, her fire. I want her to consume me, destroy me, anything to dull this incessant yearning that flows through my veins like poisoned blood.
Please!
With a single “fuck-it,” the Devil on her shoulder wins, and Kiah repositions herself, wrapping her hand around my dick and lining it up with her entrance.
Oh god, she’s so wet! The realization hits me as soon as my flesh touches hers. She wants this too.
“This is the part where you lie completely still, little boy,” Kiah whispers, and my cock twitches defiantly, out of my control.
“I said still!” her voice raises, and then she does something that short-circuits my entire world—she smacks my cock.
An unimaginable pain surges through my skin as a loud groan rips from my insides.
My skin is on fire.
It hurts so fucking much!
Fuck.
I can’t think of anything but the pain.
Until Kiah suddenly thrusts her hips down and impales herself on my cock, dousing my pain in an incredible amount of pleasure.
My mind empties except for those two all-encompassing feelings—pain and pleasure—rippling through my body, mixing, dancing, as I float into bliss.
For the first time, everything in my head is quiet, calm.
Nothing exist except this moment, right here, right now.
There is no ocean, no beach, no moon, no stars—there is only the naked Queen above me, using her cock as she pleases.
Kiah moans loudly as she pushes herself up on her knees again, slowly, only to plunge back down on my dick seconds later.
I am reduced to an inanimate object as she brings herself to pleasure, and it’s the most freeing experience.
I don’t have to do anything, be anything.
I can’t fuck this up; I can’t do it wrong.
I just have to lie here, be still, and it’s enough.
The most beautiful symphony of sounds builds around us as my brutish grunts mix with Kiah’s increasing moans.
The innkeeper’s face looks exquisite contorted in pleasure like this. Even better than when I’ve secretly watched her masturbate late at night. But those nights pale in comparison to the ecstasy of actively being involved in pleasing her.
“Now you may touch,” she tells me, and I vaguely remember my earlier request, my hands reaching for her breasts like magnets drawn to steel.
When the innkeeper drops a hand to rub her clit, a loud groan tears from her lips so unrestrained, the sound damn near sends me toppling over the edge again.
She looks so stunning like this, like a real Goddess, towering over me with her eyes closed and the moon glistening on her skin. Her wet hair falls around her face in tousles, framing her mature beauty.
Struggling to keep my eyes open, I surrender complete control as Kiah rides me, my only job holding her breasts up as they bounce in my hands.
“C-close,” I mutter, hoping she knows what I mean because fuck knows I can’t do sentences right now. I can barely hold onto my grasp of reality as the delirium of another intense orgasm approaches.
“No,” Kiah says, and my entire body tenses.
No?
What?!
Her eyes flutter open, and she traps my gaze in hers. “Not until I come,” the innkeeper says, and I don’t know what to do with that information.
I need to come, like now, it’s all I can think of.
But somehow, it doesn’t feel right to do it without her blessing.
“P-please!” I cry, desperate.
I’m going to lose my mind like this.
I can’t hold it; I need to explode.
“Not without permission,” Kiah tells me, and I know it’s the truth. My pleasure is no longer mine to release when I feel like it; it’s hers . She owns it. She has since she first slipped that cage over my cock. Since then, it’s always been hers. And I gladly surrender control.
The thought doesn’t ease the agony at all, it intensifies it.
My desperation takes over every corner of my mind.
Nothing is real outside my primal need to come, outside the effort it takes not to.
I’m on the verge of crying.
I can’t do this; I can’t.
And then, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard fills the night sky. Kiah cries out in climax, her body shaking above mine.
I lose it.
No amount of control can stop me from coming inside her right there and then, filling her with my cum as our orgasms mingle into one.
Dio mio!
My head spins.
It feels so damn good.
Better than sex has ever felt before.
And I didn’t even do anything; I just lay here.
My climax subsides long before Kiah’s, and I’m treated to the most enigmatic show—her riding out the waves of her ecstasy, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, eyes firmly closed, chest heaving.
Eons pass before the moonlit Goddess finally collapses on top of me with a soft gasp, my sticky dick still inside her.
Instinctively, I put my arms around, pulling her close until her head rests against my pounding heart.
I don’t ever want to let her go.
What the fuck just happened?