Chapter 34
Tyler
This was hell. One of the lower circles, where they sent the very worst offenders.
Beneath me, pinned on my cock, was a gorgeous, moaning woman, and I couldn’t touch her.
Couldn’t move. Couldn’t come. I was only allowed to look.
Watch her dark hair spill over her shoulder, trace her tattoos across her back, stare between us at the sight of my throbbing dick disappearing into her in torturous increments as she worked her hot, tight pussy over me.
Her hips were right there. All I’d have to do was reach out, grab them, and hold her steady while I pounded the rest of the way into her.
“What a good job you’re doing,” she said, and I almost whimpered.
Yup. Yes. I was definitely a brat because the only thing keeping me steady was her praise and the thought of how happy she’d be if I managed to do what she said.
But, god, it was hard. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
Never felt this right in the bedroom, had always felt like there was a missing element, and now I understood why.
Stella moaned, sliding a hand between her legs, and I knew she was playing with her clit. I wanted to shove her fingers away and replace them with my own. Flip her around and watch every wave of pleasure wash over her face. Do literally anything but just kneel here and take it.
I strangled the headboard instead, battling the rising need to move, to thrust, just a little, just to relieve some of this unbearable pressure.
Stella was fucking drenched, the part of my dick not yet inside her shiny with her arousal, prepped and ready for the moment I was fully sheathed.
My head spun at the promise of being balls-deep again, how good it would feel to have her pussy squeezing every inch of me.
My focus rose to her ass, and I thought about how much tighter that would be. How much slower we’d have to go, how much harder she’d have to work to take me there, and oh, god, I needed to stop thinking about that because it was only making things worse.
“How does my pussy feel, Tyler?” Stella asked, shunting her hips backward, sliding further down me.
“Sofuckinggood.” The words came out in a rush. “You’re so tight, Sunshine.”
She froze, voice dropping low with warning. “You know how I feel about that nickname.”
Yes, I did. Which is why I’d used it: to see what she would do, learn how she would punish me.
She pulled off my dick, and I was so hard that it slapped against my stomach. Oh, god, no. I’d fucked up. “Wait, I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late,” she said, turning and leaning against the pillows as she faced me. I could tell from her reddened cheeks and sparking eyes that she was pissed I’d just ruined that moment for us.
“You’ll have to watch instead,” she told me, legs parting, knees rising as she braced her feet against the mattress.
Her hands skimmed upward, cupping and kneading her breasts, gently rolling her nipple rings.
“You’ll have to kneel there with the knowledge that if you’d just behaved, I would have come all over your cock. ”
My chest tightened, and I was suddenly furious with myself. Especially because I could feel her warmth quickly cooling on my dick, and it made me desperate to get back inside her. Well, the only way that was going to happen was by actually behaving for once in my life.
Stella snaked a hand between her legs, spreading her folds, giving me a perfect view of her glistening cunt.
This was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done.
Her finger slid inside, and she sighed, relaxing backward, taking her time teasing herself, and the only thing that made me feel slightly better was the way she drank in the sight of me, her gaze moving from my chest to my abs to my straining dick.
She added a second finger, her other hand moving between one breast and the next, and then she closed her eyes and really started to work herself, breaths panting, thighs shaking, fingers plunging deep, palm rubbing over her clit, hot, wet sounds hitting my ears, and oh, god, I had never wanted to fuck someone so bad in my life.
“Please,” I begged.
“Shut up,” she snapped, eyes flashing wide, hands stilling.
I nodded, and we held gazes for what felt like a small eternity before her eyelids fluttered down and she went back to working herself, her hips starting to gently thrust, her legs closing, thighs squeezing together to give herself more friction.
Pink bloomed across her cheeks, and her breaths came out in short, shallow gasps. She was close.
My cock strained between us, begging to be touched, desperate to get back inside her. I was so turned on I was dizzy, my balls starting to tighten. Fucking hell, I might come without any contact.
Shit, she’d told me not to.
I clenched my jaw and willed my body to relax, but it was impossible because Stella was moving faster, her flush spreading to her chest, fingers pinching her nipples while her other hand worked furiously between her legs.
“Tyler!” she cried, back arching, legs shaking, tits bouncing.
Oh, fuck, I was going to come.
Please don’t, I begged myself, holding onto the headboard for dear life, completely undone by the sight beneath me.
Stella continued to work herself all the way through it, moans low and keening and so fucking hot because she had the perfect bedroom voice. Afterward, she went still, a small smile playing over her lips as her eyes opened and she gazed up at me.
“Are you sorry for what you did?”
“So fucking sorry, Stella.”
“Do you think you can behave now?”
“Yes. I promise. I’ll do anything, just . . . please let me back inside you.”
She eyed me for a few seconds, like she was contemplating it, like she was really thinking about leaving me here like this.
God knew it was the least I deserved after everything I’d done to her, but Stella must have wanted it as badly as I did, because she pushed back to her knees and gripped my chin, staring into my eyes from an inch away.
“Don’t move. Don’t speak, and don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
I nodded to show I understood.
She turned back around, gripped my dick, and slid down onto it.
My teeth nearly shredded the inside of my cheek as I fought to stay quiet.
Her pussy was incredible, and the sight of my cock slicking back into it had me digging my nails into the headboard to keep still.
She planted her hands just below mine, using her arms to push herself backward.
It was easier this time, because she’d already come.
But also because she’d already come, she wasn’t in as much of a rush as before, so she took her goddamn time working me, pausing every now and then to give her hips a delicious twist that made my head spin and my dick twitch inside her.
A small eternity passed until I was fully seated, and I don’t know how I survived it, spending every goddamn second fighting my body’s urge to thrust forward. Stella stilled the moment her hips met mine and she realized she’d successfully taken all of me, her sides heaving as she breathed.
She arched her spine, rolled her hips, and dropped her head forward. “Fuck, you feel so good. Do I feel good, too?”
I opened my mouth to tell her she felt life-changing and realized at the last second it was a trap.
She glanced over her shoulder and shot me a coy smile. “Good boy.”
Ohfuckjesuschristiwasntgoingtomakeit.
My lower stomach clenched, thighs trembled, hands death-gripping the headboard. This was actually torture.
I was torn between wanting to die and wanting to live in this moment forever, because I’d never been so focused in my life, not a single thought or feeling in my entire body except for my overwhelming need to come.
I’d asked Stella to turn my brain off, and she delivered, and I was going to fucking worship her for it if she ever let me.
She rolled her hips again, shifted forward, and then slammed back onto me. I nearly blacked out. She did it again, and I started praying for the first time in my life, begging anyone who would listen to grant me the willpower needed to survive this.
The next several minutes were like an out-of-body experience.
Stella fucked herself onto me like I was nothing but a prop, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.
My entire body started to shake. Sweat slicked my skin.
My balls were so tight they were painful, and I’d been kneeling so long, my feet were starting to go numb.
“I’m going to come,” Stella moaned, slamming herself backward. “I am going to come on this dick so hard, Tyler.”
I knew she was telling the truth because her pussy was practically strangling my cock.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I felt a desperate sob building in the back of my throat.
I needed to come or I might actually pass out.
Or die. Fuck, was that possible? I sure as shit felt like I was dying.
Please let me come, I started begging her, over and over again in my mind.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, thrusting harder, faster. “Oh, fuck. Tyler, yes!”
She threw her head back, spine bowing, hips working furiously, pussy tightening like a vise as she came.
Stars exploded across my vision.
I was going to die. A heart attack, at twenty-five.
Stella rammed all the way home one last time, pausing there, swirling her hips as her muscles pulsed around my dick.
“You can come,” she said, and the feeling that roared through me was so base, so primal, so unevolved that it couldn’t be described with modern words.
I wrenched out of her, spun her onto her back, and slammed home, burying myself balls deep and immediately coming so hard that the sound tearing free from my throat didn’t even sound human.
I sounded like a wild beast. Fuck, I felt like one, pumping into her over and over again, coming harder and longer than I ever had before.