6. DIANA #2
He starts to laugh but smothers the sound by cupping a hand over his mouth, his eyes gleaming. Dropping his hand, he says, “Give me a word.”
“Fine. Stranger.”
“Stranger?”
“Yeah. That’s what you are. A stranger I’ll never see again. Get on with it before I get bored.”
He frowns, but it dissolves into a smile as he admits, “I think I already hate that I want you.”
“Sorry,” I say, pointing an apologetic toe at him.
He gives me a lazy shrug and takes my foot in his hand, kissing my instep.
The touch of his lips on an otherwise completely neglected part of my body has need unspooling in my stomach and trickling to my core.
His mouth moves slowly up to my ankle, my shin.
He’s crawling up the bed, worshipping every inch of me as he goes, one hand tugging slowly and rhythmically on his dick.
No one has ever paid my body attention like this, and I wasn’t expecting it.
Didn’t ask for it. Tenderness isn’t what I wanted, and it raises a slew of emotions I don’t want to acknowledge, not least an unexpected urge to cry.
I swallow it down, shifting my focus to how turned on I am and blocking all the rest out.
“Don’t be nice,” I whisper, and he nips my calf with his teeth; the sting of pain is just what I need to bring me back into my body.
He continues his path upwards, and my hips jerk when his mouth reaches my inner thigh. I feel him smile against the skin before his fingers tease my entrance.
“Please…” I beg.
He removes his touch. “No. I hate you, remember? I want you dripping and desperate. Your pretty little pussy will have to wait.”
I moan, writhing on the bed.
He straddles me, fisting his thick cock in front of my face. And what a cock it is. His large hand wrapped around the girth of it is almost too much, even for me. It’s personalised porno taken to the next level. Inhaling his musky scent, I lose it, squirming and mewling like a kitten in heat.
He tugs on my lower lip and slides his fingers into my mouth, and when I suck on them, his eyelids momentarily flutter shut again. “You want me to come all over your face?”
I nod. Yes. I want to see him come undone. I want a front row seat.
He slides his fingers out and leans down, bringing his lips to my ear. “You are so fucking filthy,” he whispers. “Is that what you want to hear?”
Heat surges through me, and I buck my hips off the bed. “Yes,” I say on a gasp.
He smiles, appearing smugly satisfied as he shifts so the tip of his dick gently touches my lips. I kiss its smoothness, and when I flick my tongue over the head, the salty taste of his precum fills my mouth. He shudders, looking momentarily agonised.
I take him in my mouth, arching off the bed for a better angle as I suck his huge dick. If I had free hands, I’d fist it at the base, but I don’t. Regardless, my arms strain, the cuffs digging into my wrists, but the discomfort hardly registers.
His hips thrust, small at first and then more forcefully, until I’m gagging, barely able to breathe, tears leaking from my eyes. He grunts and groans, one hand gripping the headboard as his dick disappears in and out of my mouth. “Take it,” he orders. “Take my cock. The whole damn thing.”
I moan on his dick, a needy, desperate ache settling in my core, blood pulsing in my clit. Suddenly, he’s pulling back, and I’m gasping as his fingers settle on the edge of my mask.
I contract, chest crumpling. “Stranger!”
My scream fills the room, bouncing off the walls.
He freezes, one hand still fisted around his dick as I gulp down air.
I didn’t mean to yell. I hadn’t intended to use the safe word at all, but I couldn’t let him strip me of the one last thing I’m keeping for myself.
Not tonight, when I’ve only just escaped a life shackled to another man.
My wrists sting, reminding me of the other, very real shackles I’m wearing.
I probably have abrasions, given how I was straining against them.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs, shifting backwards until he’s kneeling beside me as my ragged breathing recovers. “Didn’t see that coming.”
I roll my head sideways to look at him. “Do you mean ‘not coming’?”
He blinks like he has no idea what the fuck is going on, then gives a close-lipped smile at my awkward joke. “That scream really killed it.” He gestures to his dick, which is no longer hard, and we share an amused glance that alleviates the tension a little.
“Sorry,” I say with a grimace. “I’ve never taken the mask off in here. Ever. I thought I was ready, but I’m not.”
“Right. Okay.” He rakes his fingers through his hair, looking anywhere but at me. “You took me right to the edge there.”
I let out a weak-sounding laugh. “I’m good at that.”
“Yup.” He gets up and starts loosening the cuffs around my wrists. When he’s finished, I sit up and pull my knees to my chest. I had hoped we’d fuck again after this, but I think I’ve messed it up now. The vibe is weird.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Don’t apologise.” His voice is whisper-soft as he sits on the edge of the bed beside me. “That’s the whole point of a safe word.”
The way he’s looking at me, his gaze devoid of judgment, his dark irises infused with concern, is making weird thoughts rattle through my head, the loudest of which is, Take off the mask, followed by, Give the man what he wants.
He must recognise the yielding in me, because he reaches out and strokes my cheek. Leaning into it, I let him kiss me, and the brush of his lips to mine is so tender, it makes me want to scream all over again. “You were great,” he says. “I had a really good time tonight.”
I had a really good time too. The words swell in my mouth, but something holds them back, not least my tightly clamped lips.
He strokes the side of my neck, his finger trailing all the way down to the curve of my bare shoulder. “I know you said no repeats, but—”
“Don’t.”
“I’ll give you my number. You don’t have to call it, but I want you to have it, in case you change your mind.”
I hold his gaze, loosening the tight hold I have on my knees. “I didn’t take my mask off for you when you had your dick in my mouth, so what makes you think I’d ever call you?”
He presses the back of his fist to his lips, and even though I’m pretty sure I’ve just insulted him, his eyes brighten with what looks like amusement. “I’m an optimist.”
“Ha. You shouldn’t be. You know nothing about me.”
“I wouldn’t say nothing.” He trails kisses up my neck, and I soften against him, letting our naked bodies meet once more.
“I know if I asked you to, you’d crawl across the floor and let me fuck you from behind.
I know I could get you to beg for it. I know what you sound like when you come.
I know what you smell like. I know what you taste like, and I know the taste of you drives me fucking wild. ”
Oh, God.
Holding me in place with his hand firmly cupping the back of my neck, he devours my mouth.
This kiss is raw and violent, and so full of desire it makes my head spin.
He pulls away, panting. “I know that I want you. You’ve blown my mind tonight, and whatever happens next, I’ll remember you forever.
But the one thing I know for certain is that I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t at least leave you my phone number. ”
Inside my chest, something blossoms, bursting and spreading with an ache that drives me to kiss him again. “You’re persistent,” I say when I pull back.
“I know what I want.” A pause, a slight touch of lip to lip. “You. Over and over again.”
“No repeats,” I whisper.
He gives a thoughtful nod. “Just tonight then.”
“Yes.”
A half-smile slants his mouth. “Over and over again.”