Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Athena
He tucks me under his arm, my head resting on his bicep. His ice blues are wild, sweat beads across his skin, and his chest rises and falls quickly as he tries to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry.” He half laughs through an exhale of breath. “There is no way you haven’t done that before.”
I feel the familiar burn dance onto my cheeks. “I just have a good teacher.” My voice hushed as I reach up and press my finger to his lips, my arousal glistening there.
“That was…” He blows his cheeks out.
“Did I do okay?” I find myself asking, wondering if I did it right.
I shake my head. “You did more than okay.” His voice is drawn out as he drags his bottom lip behind his teeth, sinking them down.
“Yeah?” I’m still looking for reassurance.
“Yeah.” His fingers trail up and tuck a loose curl behind my ear.
He pauses for a moment, eyes locked on mine as if he is struggling to pull himself from them. I go to speak but he cuts me off as he cups behind my head and drags my mouth to his. I don’t have a second to catch my breath, he pulls me onto his lap, dragging me back down onto him.
My fingers press into his cheeks as our tongue stroke together, his low moans causing a delicious ache between my legs. He rolls his hips up, his greedy hands pinning me against him and his cock is rubbing right where I want it.
Our kiss is messy, sloppy even, the burning desire growing as the seconds pass.
His hands roll over my hips and squeeze my ass, spreading my cheeks.
He breaks away, eyes misted over with the same look as mine, I imagine.
A slow, sultry smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth and I want my lips on his again, but he has other ideas.
He pulls me forward, my knees either side of his head, his hands curled around my hip bones.
He looks up at me through those dark, long lashes and I feel slightly embarrassed.
I lift my head. It feels too intimate, but he soon removes any of that when his finger hooks into the side of my panties, sliding them across and pulling me down onto his mouth, his tongue finding my clit.
Oh God. This feels… amazing.
I let myself look, his eyes haven’t left mine and my breaths labour as he rocks me back and forth over his tongue.
“Royce,” I whisper, trembling.
Reaching forward, I hold onto the headboard, my fingers digging into the soft material as I steady myself, pushing up slightly onto my knees, my back arches and he groans in appreciation.
I feel the trail of his delicate trace of his fingertips over my ass, gliding underneath me before he sinks two fingers in with ease, coating them in my wetness.
The sound is euphoric, waking something up inside of me as I move with him.
“That’s it, baby, ride my face and fingers.” His hot breath dances across my clit and goosebumps smother over my skin.
“Royce, oh my God,” I cry out.
His fingers slide in and out of me, hard and fast, burying to the knuckles.
He nibbles my clit, causing me to gasp, my breasts bouncing as he feasts between my legs.
Looking down at him, his eyes are slightly closed, but his spare hand rolls my nipple between his fingers, a burning want spreading through my lower stomach, my pussy clenching.
“Please,” I breathe, “don’t stop.”
I roll my hips, needing more, wanting more from him. This feels different from before; it’s intimate and I find myself wanting to give all of myself to him in a way I never have before.
Just as my orgasm begins to build, he stops, rolling me beneath him. His wet lips drag down my neck, my collar bone, kissing and biting as he goes. He trails them down my stomach, my hips, pelvis until he is brushing them over my needy pussy.
“Please, Royce,” I beg as I push onto my elbows, watching him.
His lips trace small circles on my inner thighs, his fingers following the map he has marked over my skin until they’re squeezing and needing my thighs. He makes quick work of discarding my damp thong, pulling it from my legs and tossing it behind him.
I’m laid bare, full of want for the man I should never have crossed the line with. But what’s done, is done. We’re both too far gone to even stop this, not that I want to. I am obsessed with him, and I know there is no point fighting it.
He lowers his face between my legs, placing kisses either side of my thighs. He flicks his blue eyes to me, a slow wink making my stomach flip just as his tongue swipes through my pussy.
His large hands press against my thighs, widening them and in turn stretching me. My chin falls to my chest, my fingers digging into the duvet as I watch him. With each teasing, electrifying, out of this world stroke, he brings me closer to exploding.
“Royce.” His name comes out in a moan.
“Fuck, do you know what your moans do to me?” he groans “Let me record you, have your moans at my disposal whenever I want them.”
My skin flames and his tongue is like a feather against my clit.
“Can I?” he asks, lifting his face and my arousal glistens on his lips.
I nod.
“It’ll make great book content.” He winks and pushes from the bed. “Play with yourself, keep that pussy nice and wet,” he mutters.
I find myself doing exactly as he says. I let my fingers dance down my body and dip between my spread legs before they land on my clit, rubbing in small, soft circles.
A pang of pleasure ripples through me, a shiver starting at my toes and I try and ignore it as I watch him walk around with his hard cock on show.
No one should look this good. But he does. And for now, he is all mine.
He unlocks his phone, opens the recording app, and places it on the duvet. He has a new hunger in his eyes as he watches me.
“Such a good girl, look at your pretty pussy… You’re so fucking wet, Lucky,” he groans.
His toned arms reach across the bed as he curls his fingers around my ankles and drags me towards the edge.
He flicks his gaze to me, before snatching my hand away and growling “mine.” His tongue glides through my pussy lips, my legs widening as he edges two fingers inside of me.
I’m propped back on my elbows. His greedy mouth is on me, sucking my clit and my head falls back.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, my heart racing in my chest.
He smirks. Tilting his head slightly, his tongue buries deeper, rubbing where I need him.
“Come for me, Athena. Let it go,” he growls, his hand pressing against my lower stomach.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my eyes rolling as a delicious ache buries itself inside of me. My pussy throbs, my orgasm building, and I know the elastic band that is being stretched is about to snap any second.
“Give.” He thrusts his finger. “It.” He slides them out and teasing just inside of me. “To.” He pushes them deep, his hand dragging from my lower stomach and resting near my thigh, his thumb pulling my pussy wider. “Me.” His tongue melts against my clit, his fingers curling and rub my G-spot.
“Royce, oh my God,” I cry, my hand moving to his hair, clutching a handful as I hold him against me, his tongue burying deeper.
My moans fill the room as I come, my legs trembling and it doesn’t matter how much I try to stop them, I can’t.
My whole body is blanketed in a cold sweat, my chest is rising and falling.
I feel like he has shattered me into a million pieces and I lie there waiting for him to fix me right back up again.
He lifts his head, a wide grin on his face before he presses stop on the phone. “I’m going to get the sound waves of your moan tattooed on me.”
I blink at him, still in my post orgasmic haze. “No, you’re not.” I laugh, but that laughter soon drops off when he just stares at me.
“Why would I lie?” He tilts his head to the side, pushing the phone off the bed. It hits the floor with a loud thud.
“Did you not want that anymore?” I say playfully.
“Nope,” he breathes, nudging his leg between mine “I’ve seen something else I am more interested in.”
His body is laid over mine, skin on skin and again, it feels… intimate. Perfect.
His fingers brush the hair from my clammy forehead, his eyes burning into mine like he wants to say something but stops himself. Instead, he kisses me just as his large hand cups around my knee, pushing it up and towards my chest.
He breaks his kiss for just a moment; his ice blues lock on mine. “I fear this isn’t fake anymore,” he whispers.
“You said earlier it wasn’t fake.” My words tremble.
“I still thought there might be a chance.” He rolls his hips slightly, briefly looking between our bodies as he lines himself up. “The way I am feeling now… I’m yours.” He moves, the thick head of his cock crowning at my opening.
My jaw falls and I literally feel like the air is being knocked out of my chest. Rearing back slightly, he pushes onto his knees, his hand still holding my leg in place, widening me. The tip of his cock is still stretching me.
“Fuck,” he groans, looking down between us.
I am trying to catch my breath. I know we have kind of done this before, but this was really happening. Rolling forward, his cock slides in slightly deeper and my pussy squeezes around him.
“Relax, baby, I need you to relax.” His jaw is wound tight, his eyes falling between our bodies. “Breathe,” he reminds me.
I nod, inhaling heavily before exhaling. Edging in further, inch by glorious inch, he stretches me out until he is buried deep inside of me.
“You’re so tight,” he groans, gently pulsing inside of me.
“You’re so big.” I sigh, propping up my elbows to watch.
“Look at you.” He grins. “Watching my thick cock stuffed in your cunt.”
My cheeks flame at his dirty mouth.
His other hand curls around my hip as he begins to finally move, his cock sliding to the tip, my arousal coating him. Slamming forward with more force this time, our skin slaps together and I moan. He continues to move, easing in and out of me and the burn that I once felt eases with each thrust.