Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Athena
Heat flames my skin, my stomach tightening and teasing flutters swirl deep inside. My pussy throbs, and I find myself clenching as this unfamiliar feeling takes over me.
“I think...I...erm...” I know what I want to say, I write it over and over but actually knowing what it’s like, knowing how it feels… Well, I can’t seem to string a single sentence together.
I feel his breathy laugh against my skin as his lips trail down to my chest. His hot, wet mouth covers my nipple, sucking me.
A pang of pleasure pierces through me as another round of heat scorches my skin.
His fingers dig into my breast, squeezing as his tongue focuses on that area, licking and sucking and oh my God, it feels so good.
My fingers become lazy, rubbing the same spot and my legs begin to tremble, my pussy aching for release, and I know I am getting close.
Watching Royce helps give me a push, my body free falling as I feel a coolness work its way down from the base of my neck, all the way to my toes.
I stiffen, my back arching and I know I have lost all control.
Royce’s moans sound euphoric as I come, and already, I find myself wanting more.
He slowly crawls over my body, his eyes dancing with mine. “How did that feel?” he asks, a boyish grin tugging at one side of his lips.
I mull it over for a second. “I don’t even have the words.” My voice is muffled as I throw my arm over my face, trying to hide away.
I’ve no idea why, though. He has just told me to touch myself then watched me come. What am I hiding for? I hear a faint tut, before fingers pull my arm away.
“No hiding, we’re only just getting started.”
His body fits perfectly against mine, and it feels so nice to feel the weight of his body on top of me. His tongue dips into my mouth as he kisses me and his hips roll, his cock hitting just where it needs to.
His fingers are in my hair, tugging my head back as our kiss deepens, our tongues dancing to their own beat and my heart soars through my chest. I need to remember this is just a now thing.
He is helping me. If that’s what we’re calling it.
But I find myself becoming consumed with him, drawing his scent in like it’s my only form of oxygen, wanting this feeling with me all the time.
He presses against me, a sharp gasp passing through his mouth as he does.
“I need to hear you moan. Fuck, you sound so good when you moan.” His voice is thick like gravel, heavy almost and I love it.
“I want to record them and have the sound waves tattooed on me knowing that only I know what they sound like…” His words do things to me, a form of possessiveness that he anchors me with, and yet, like everything, it’s just temporary.
Letting go of my hair, his fingers skim down the side of my body, goosebumps following his trail.
He lifts his hips, hand curled around the back of my thigh as he pushes it up.
His fingertips skim underneath me, hooking in the side of my shorts and knowing that he is going to be touching me, feeling me—God, I feel desperate for him.
Fingers tease up and down my pussy before he stops. My brows furrow, and he winks.
How have I got here? How is the F1 driver I am shadowing, who is ten years younger than me, teaching me about sex?
His fingers hook inside the waist of my shorts, his eyes glued to me as if waiting for me to give permission.
“I’ve only had sex in the dark,” I find myself whispering, freeing the secrets of my past.
“That’s a tragedy.” He sighs, his grip tightening.
Sucking in a breath, I nod. Ever so slowly he slips them down my legs and discards them to the floor.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans.
Suddenly, I am feeling self-conscious. The dim light from the bedside lamp gives the room a subtle glow. I pull his tee that is around my neck down slightly, covering my chest and he growls.
“Don’t hide yourself.”
Just as he slips his hands under the soft cotton, I press my hands over my eyes, the back of my head in the pillow.
“Baby.” His fingers entwine with mine as he slowly prises them away. “You have no reason to hide.” The sad look on his face has my chest aching. “You don’t have a clue how beautiful you are, do you?” he asks as my hands place either side of my body on the bed.
“I just feel vulnerable,” I whisper, my eyes pinned to the ceiling.
“I get it, but you have opened up to me, spilled your truths, and I just want to make them all right.”
I blink, ignoring the sting in the back of my eyes.
“Let me.” A soft kiss presses against my lower stomach. “Please.” His words muffle into my skin. “I need to,” he says, practically begging.
Another kiss flutters on my pubic bone, and I gasp, letting myself cast my gaze down my body.
“Let me show you what this should be like between two people.” Another kiss grazes across my groin.
“Royce,” I whisper, propping myself up on my elbow.
“Just once, fuck.” His voice is constricted and my stomach knots, his kisses trailing my inner thigh.
“Just once,” I whisper back.
He groans into my skin, his teeth nipping before dragging his wet mouth over the front of my pussy, his warm breaths dancing across my skin. Fingers walk up my thighs, skimming under my ass as he swirls the tip of one at my opening, my wetness from my earlier orgasm coating them.
“So pretty.” He kisses just above my clit. “So wet.” He licks ever so slightly.
My breaths are slow, watching his every move. As his tongue lowers, rubbing over my clit, he slides one finger inside of me and I whimper at the sensation.
“Royce,” I pant, my fingers curled into the bedsheets as he slowly draws his finger back, teasing at my entrance before gliding back into me.
His tongue flattens before flicking across my clit as I roll my hips up.
His spare hand presses against my stomach, pinning me to the bed.
My legs widen; he groans and tilts his head to the side, and I watch his tongue as it pulses against me.
His finger slips in and out with ease as he coaxes my orgasm.
“Oh God.” My head falls back, pleasure teasing me, fluttering in my lower stomach. The familiar burn licks my skin.
“Eyes on me,” he growls.
I do as he says, watching as each stroke of his tongue brings me closer to disintegrating beneath him. A second finger teases, edging at my pussy and I stiffen.
“You can take it.” He lifts his lips from me, glistening with my arousal which he licks away.
I whimper, his ice blues locked on me. He watches, my eyes hazy, my mouth slowly dropping open as he slides the second finger to the knuckle.
“God, you look so pretty.” He smiles, lowering his head back down as his tongue laps against my clit.
Fingers slide in and out of me with ease, fucking me deep, but teasing my clit with slow, lazy strokes is driving me insane. Lifting my hips, I want so much more from him.
“Needy baby?” he murmurs.
I moan, widening my thighs as far as I can, opening myself up to him. “I’ve never had this before…” I breathe, and he stops for just a second.
“What?” He blinks as in disbelief, and I wish I shut my damn mouth.
“Forget it,” I mutter, slowly lifting my thighs closer together but his large hand grips my skin, pushing one back down.
“You’re telling me you’ve never had anyone eat your pussy?”
His dirty words make my skin flush with red. I shake my head.
“Fuck.”
I see a flicker of something in his eyes. Before I can catch my breath, his face is between my legs, his tongue placed on my clit as his fingers slide deeper, curling inside of me and rubbing.
My moans spur him on, his lips puckering slightly as he sucks me into his mouth causing a whimper to roll from my mouth.
Flattening his tongue, he rubs harder, faster, his fingers matching the rhythm and I feel the sensation from earlier.
My insides burn, my stomach tightens, and that delicious flutter intensifies. Coolness pricks at the base of my neck.
“Royce, I’m, oh my God.”
I roll my hips into his palm, his fingers buried deep, his tongue working my clit. Fingers grip the bedsheet, my legs tremble, and my moans grow louder as they fill the room. Something in him switches. He groans, fingers fucking me harder, faster as he eats me through my orgasm.
I’m a panting, sweaty mess and I swear my soul leaves my body.
He kisses my inner thighs, fingers slowing with soft pumps, working me down and all I can do is watch. Finally, he slides out of me and lays himself back over my body, his fingers gripping my cheeks as he slowly swipes his tongue across my lips before dipping it into my mouth.
“How the fuck have you never had your pussy eaten? If you were mine… fuck, I would have my tongue buried whenever I could.”
My cheeks burn. Silence echoes. His fingers brush a few loose strands of hair from my face.
“That…” His eyes fall to my lips. “Is how you do it.”
I blink at him, his erection evident. “What about you?” I trace my fingers through his thick hair.
“I’ll sort myself out.” He smiles. “Even though I am desperate to fuck you… if only once.”
I giggle into my arm as I turn my face away from him. “Damn contract,” I mutter.
“Damn contract.” He mimics my words and his playfulness slips from his face.
“What’s wrong,” I grab his face and turn him to look at me.
“Would you let it?” His question catches me off guard. “If we were allowed, would you let it happen?”
My eyes volley back and forth from his. “Yes,” I breathe.
He presses his forehead against mine, eyes falling to my lips. “Fuck, Athena,” he whispers, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me closer to him, my pussy pressed against his groin. “I’m so fucking horny.”
My skin scatters in goosebumps at his admission. “The contract,” I remind him.
“I know.” He clenches his jaw and I can hear his teeth grinding.
My hips roll slowly, knowing full well he can feel me against him.