4 | Tit for tat
4 | tit for tat
Chuckling, William slid his hands under my dress, weaving them around to brace my back. Rising to his full height, he lifted me onto his broad shoulders, my lower abdomen pressing against his face. I tensed in alarm, a squeal of surprise escaping me.
‘I won’t let you fall,’ he said, his voice muffled as he walked toward the living room.
‘How do you even know where you’re going?’ I replied, my voice laced with anxiety. I clung to him tightly, my thighs instinctively clenching around his neck and my ankles crossing each other for balance.
‘I live here, Cara. I know this place like the back of my hand.’
He manoeuvred confidently through the room, easily avoiding every obstacle.
‘You’re nearing the sofas,’ I said nervously.
‘I know.’ Gently, he set me down on the black leather sofa facing the windows. ‘See?’ He ran his hand down my waistline, his touch feather-light. ‘Not a scratch.’
I couldn’t help but grin. ‘I might still find some bruises later.’
A hint of concern entered his eyes. ‘Was I too rough with you?’
I caressed his cheek. ‘No, you were perfect. You always are.’
Grinning, he climbed in and hovered over me. ‘Anal play take you off guard?’
My face was already flushed, but I sensed my cheeks growing warmer. ‘A bit. But it was a welcome surprise.’
‘You mentioned you liked it, so I thought I ought to grab the opportunity.’
I chuckled. ‘Of course you did.’
Taking his head between my hands, I steered his mouth to mine and wrapped my limbs around him. The coarse fabric of his jeans rubbed against my soaked, throbbing entrance. His erection was rock-hard. I ground against it, savouring the friction. I needed more of him, desperately.
Just then, he thrust his hips against me, groaning into my mouth. The sound, the friction – it drove me wild. I squeezed him harder against me, my nails clawing his back.
‘I want to taste you,’ I said breathily, snaking my hand between our bodies. I traced the groove between his hard abdominal muscles, down toward the line of hair that climbed up from his perfect dick.
‘Another time. I need to be inside you,’ he said, his voice laden with carnal impatience.
‘No.’ I gripped his shoulders, pushing against them. ‘I really want to. Please.’
He stilled, his eyes widening a fraction as he read the determination written across my face. Then, a slow, crooked smile curved his lips. ‘All right.’
He moved out of the sofa, and I instantly sat up, facing him. Reaching for his jeans, my fingers nimbly undid his black leather belt, casting it aside carelessly. Next, the button came undone, followed by the smooth slide of the zip. The denim fabric loosened, and I peeled it away. As I uncovered him piece by piece, my eyes feasted on the sight. The moment I shoved his light-grey boxers down, his erection sprang free, pointing straight to my mouth. The scent of him sent a surge of excitement through me – it was beyond tantalising.
As I looked at the head, I noticed it was slightly wet already. Salivating, I gently brushed my fingertips along the length of him. My eyes were fixed on the bulging veins that branched toward the crest. Truly, he had the most flawless cock I had ever seen, and I would worship it completely. My vagina throbbed at the view, fresh excitement unfurling in my chest. I could hardly wait to taste him, feel his velvety skin on my tongue as I traced the veins.
Taking him in my hand, I felt how firm he was. A smile flickered across my lips. I slid my fingers to the base, then brushed them across the surrounding coarse strands of trimmed hair.
‘I love that you trim rather than shave,’ I said appreciatively. ‘I’ve always preferred some hair on my men.’
‘I have the same preference when it comes to women, actually,’ he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement.
I looked up, knowing I had always kept myself free of hair there. ‘You do?’
‘Yes.’
‘Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll leave some behind for next time.’
He grinned, his thumb sweeping lovingly across my cheek. ‘Cara, you do whatever you’re most comfortable with. I’ll be thrilled to fuck you regardless.’
‘To be honest, I’ve only kept it bald because I thought men preferred it that way.’
‘Some do, I suppose, but I don’t.’
‘How come?’
He shrugged. ‘I just feel women are more… womanly with some hair there. Mature, if that makes sense.’
I had never thought of it that way. ‘That does make sense, actually.’ I grinned up at him. He was such a man.
As I gripped his dick again, I realised getting all of it in my mouth would pose a challenge. But I’d had years of training when it came to controlling my gag reflex, so hopefully I would manage.
Leaning in, I left generous but soft kisses along the tip, the taste of his pre-cum blessing my tongue. I smiled. It didn’t taste bad at all. Though, judging by the presence of it, he had indeed been clinging to his self-control earlier.
The sound of his sharp inhalation made me look up. His ice-blue eyes were suffused with arousal. His hand moved from my jaw, his fingers weaving into my hair, and he held it so firmly that my roots complained.
His jaw flexed as I teased him with tender kisses. ‘Cara.’ His tone held a warning.
I smiled and parted my lips just a fraction, sucking carefully at the tip as I tightened my grip around the base of him. Taking my sweet time, I switched between kissing and sucking the edge of his head. I wanted to drive him wild with lust. I wanted him to beg me to take him in completely, and then I wanted him to spill every drop of his release onto my tongue.
‘Cara,’ he said through his teeth, almost a growl. ‘You’re driving me mad.’
‘Tit for tat,’ I shot back. To give him an impression of what he had in wait, I spread my mouth wider and took more of him in.
He groaned and pulled my hair harder, bringing tears to my eyes. But I didn’t complain; I enjoyed it.
I took all of him in then, feeling the coarse strands of his pubic hairs prickling my lips. There, I swirled my tongue around him for some time, eager to tantalise him. He groaned again as I created a vacuum, holding my breath and sucking as I slowly pulled back. Moaning, he threw his head back, his powerful chest expanding as he took a deep breath.
‘Mmm,’ I hummed just before I liberated the tip from my mouth. ‘You taste so good.’ I returned my hand to the base, pumping him.
His hand loosened in my hair as he looked down, his eyes half-closed. ‘Again,’ he commanded.
Grinning, I planted a few more kisses on the crest, then spat a generous amount of saliva onto it. With my hand, I spread it across the length of him, preparing him for intense action. When he was sticky and wet, I gripped tightly around him and started pumping him.
I angled my head to reach his balls, intending to show them some love too. Sticking out my tongue, I carefully licked across and between them, assessing his sensitivity from the sound of his groans. This seemed fine, but what about… I took one of them in my mouth and sucked, all while licking it with my tongue. His fingers tightened around a handful of my hair then – I had found his threshold. Keeping with that pace and pressure, I pumped his cock while I sucked and licked his balls. The sound of his awed groans intensified my arousal. God , how I wanted him inside me – thick and hard while he penetrated me like he meant to ruin me.
As soon as I thought it, I felt my vagina pulsate, rivulets of desire trailing out of me and soaking his sofa. I moved back to his erection then, withdrawing my hand as my mouth glided down to the base.
‘Fuck, Cara,’ he said with a loud breath, sounding tormented. ‘Where you learned this, I don’t want to know, but please, don’t stop.’
Encouraged, I hollowed my cheeks again, sucking hard as I pulled back. When only his head remained in my mouth, I grabbed the freed area, pumping him once more. I started bobbing my head, resolutely, and made sure that my hand’s movements were perfectly synchronised with my mouth’s.
He moaned, though it sounded a bit like a complaint. But he made no move to stop me, nor did he ask me to, so I carried on. Deciding to deep-throat him, I took him in as far as he would go several times. Inevitably, I started gagging on him, my jaw aching from stretching so far for so long. Tears welled up in my eyes, trailing down my face.
Suddenly, he stepped backward, withdrawing from my mouth. I quickly wiped my cheeks and looked up, worried.
‘Did I do something wrong?’
With his hand in my hair, he dragged me up until I was standing. From his searing gaze, I got the impression he had stepped away for a different reason.
Just as I was about to demand an answer from him, his mouth swooped down on mine in an explosive kiss. The intensity of his passion took me by surprise, and I melted against him. I braced myself with my palms against the sturdy plane of his bare chest, yielding to the power of his ardent kiss.
Breaking away for a much-needed breath, he said vehemently, ‘You did everything perfectly.’ He stole another hungry kiss. ‘Too perfectly – I don’t want to come yet.’
With a triumphant grin, I sought another taste of his lips, my fingers digging into his muscular chest.
‘I need to be inside you,’ he said, ravenous, his voice strained and urgent. ‘Skin to skin.’ Still kissing me, he shifted his weight toward me, the intention in his movements clear – he aimed to make me recline onto the sofa behind us. But I would have no such thing. This time, I wanted to be on top.
Gripping his arms, I deftly manoeuvred us, guiding him until it was his back aligned with the sofa. A playful grin danced on my lips as I broke from our kiss, only to find a glint of bewilderment in his gaze. My smile transformed into a mischievous smirk as I placed my right hand on his chest, pushing against him until he lost his balance, tumbling onto the sofa.
Before he could adjust to his abrupt shift in position, I straddled him and clasped his jaw, recapturing his lips with mine. Pouring my fervour into our kiss, I moved atop him, forcing him to lie down flat. When I finally had him where I wanted, I pulled back from our intoxicating kiss and gazed at him with unmasked desire.
The sight of his throat bobbing, a hint of apprehension in his eyes, sent a jolt of newfound confidence through me. For the first time, William looked intimidated, and I savoured the view.
‘This time,’ I said, my voice a lustful murmur, ‘ I want to be in charge.’ I lowered my head, my lips searching for the pulse that drummed in his throat. Finding it, I greedily sucked and nibbled on it.
His hands travelled feverishly across my body, squeezing and clawing until they settled on my bum. His nails dug into the flesh before he harshly spanked me with one hand.
I hissed. The sting burned like fire.
‘You’ll regret that,’ I said, locking eyes with him.
A spark of defiance ignited within his gaze. Beneath, his signature crooked smile unfurled, its smug contour stoking my resolve.
‘Careful, Cara,’ he warned, his fingers gripping the hem of my white dress. ‘My self-control is hanging by a thread.’ He peeled the fabric off my skin, dropping it on the floor as he stared at my bare form, seemingly mesmerised. His eyes ranged over every crook and curve, spilling with yearning, while his Adam’s apple rose and fell.
‘I stand for what I said the night we met.’ He held my gaze with a tender light gleaming in his. ‘But with a minor modification. In my presence, you – and only you – should not be allowed to wear clothes.’ His warm hands smoothed down my waistline, soft and loving. ‘I no longer care for the beauty of other women. Let them be naked, or not. Your beauty is the only one I could ever notice anymore.’
My lips twitched with amusement. ‘I’ll never agree to such terms. I’ll wear what I like.’
He put his hand in the valley between my breasts, then trailed his little finger toward my peaked left nipple, drawing slow circles around it.
‘Then I’ll rip it all off,’ he said, staring at my chest as if I were the most beautiful work of art ever made.
I laughed. ‘Then you should be prepared to pay for new clothes.’
He grinned and took my nipple in his mouth, giving it a quick, harsh suck. ‘I refuse. I’ll rip all your clothes to shreds until you have nothing left to wear but my affection.’
A gush of heat spread across my cheeks. ‘What a poet.’
‘Indeed.’ He palmed my breasts, massaging the sensitive flesh. ‘And now I’ll make a poem out of your moans.’ With that, he seized my lips in a fervent kiss, as if I were his only gateway to genuine passion. The motion of his mouth stirred a similar feeling in me, our tongues intertwining in a fiery dance, the unique taste of each other melding into an intoxicating concoction of shared desire and sweet surrender. His ardour was palpable, stoking the fires of my own wild yearnings. I ground against him, sliding back and forth across his firm dick, lubricating him with my dripping wetness. He clasped the nape of my neck, groaning into my mouth, and his kiss grew harder, forceful, as if he was trying to overpower me.
Retaliating, I angled my hips and pushed backward, letting him slide right into me. The instant fulfilment made me gasp, breaking our kiss. I would never get over how far I stretched to accommodate him. It was just a notch shy of crossing into pain.
‘Fuck,’ he breathed out, his nails digging into my buttocks.
I groaned. With no latex between us, everything felt much more intimate – raw. The friction was more intense, heightening my awareness of him within me. He was warm, thick, and rock-hard, his veins rubbing exquisitely against my walls. Leaning back, I caressed my breasts as I moved against him, but I avoided grinding too much, knowing men were more responsive to a motion of up and down than back and forth.
I moaned, closing my eyes. He felt so fucking good – almost too good. But this position worked in my favour, enabling me to control exactly where he struck so I wouldn’t lose control over my pleasure.
He groaned again, the arousing sound prompting me to open my eyes. His abdominal muscles remained constantly flexed as I bounced atop him, his skin glistening under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier. The view was absolutely stunning.
‘Feel that, Will?’ I panted. ‘How I throb and clench around you?’
His response came as a moan, making me grin.
‘How perfectly you fit into me?’ I purred, my nails drawing lanes of red as they scratched the bulging muscles of his torso.
‘Cara, I swear to God—’ Another groan cut him off.
‘I wish you could stay inside me forever,’ I said, pinching and tugging my nipples. Seemingly hypnotised, he gazed up at me, his expression imbued with a soft warmth that spoke volumes. In the depths of his eyes danced a galaxy of unsaid words, silently communicating a profound affection that left me speechless.
Suddenly he pushed up, his mouth claiming my nipples with ravenous sucks. Groaning with excitement, I dragged my hands through his hair. Our new position was powerfully intimate, and it made my heart contract.
I loved having sex with him. I loved touching his bare skin, and I loved how high he made me feel. I had never experienced anything like this. Our connection was palpable, and in the throes of passion, cosmic. Truly, having sex with him transcended everything. It amounted to a state of total completion.
I was enjoying his body but, somehow, it felt much deeper than that – it went beyond the surface of the skin. I was experiencing his existence – every fragment of the stardust he was composed of, every whisper of his thoughts, every echo of his emotions. When our bodies moved as one, it was like our individual chemistry combined at a celestial level, and the result was a higher force that could never be undone.
‘Mmm,’ I hummed, pulling at the strands of his hair as I rode him.
‘Fucking hell, Cara.’ He gripped my hips, firmly, and pushed against them as if to impede my motions. ‘Show mercy,’ he pleaded when I shoved his hands away.
Staring straight into his eyes, I nuzzled his nose with mine and whispered an obstinate, ‘No.’
Clasping his shoulders, I pushed him down, pinning him to the sofa. As I left insatiable kisses across his throat, I kept bouncing on him, and his subsequent moans were unlike any I had ever heard. I had hardly moved like that for a minute, and already, he was producing the strangest, most arousing noises. The sound was a peculiar blend of elation and despair. Amazement? I couldn’t tell, but I knew I hadn’t heard a more exciting sound all my life. From the noises he made, it was clear I was succeeding; I was devastating him the same way he devastated me, leaving the other in splinters only to combine our pieces.
‘Fuck, Cara,’ he hissed. His hands found my hips again, and his grip was so hard that I struggled to move. ‘Cara, stop.’
Stop? Was I hurting him? I slowed at once. ‘What’s the matter?’
He shook his head, and he looked… lost. ‘I’ll come if you keep this up.’ His chest rose and fell with his deep, laboured breaths. ‘I mean it.’
His answer only reinforced my determination. Grabbing his hands, I removed them from my hips and leaned forward. Locking them on either side of his head, I continued to rock against him.
‘Ah.’ He grimaced, eyes beseeching me. ‘Cara, shit. How the hell are you doing this?’
I gave him a wet, lustful kiss. ‘Doing what?’
‘When you’re leaned forward like this’ – his breath came in ragged gasps – ‘you’re rubbing so precisely round my head. Seriously, you’re gripping my cock so fucking hard.’ Another beautiful moan slipped from his mouth as I bounced down on him again. ‘You’re striking it too perfectly – I can’t.’
He had absolutely lost control, and it excited me beyond measure. Fixed on sending him over the edge, I charged down on him and ignored how much pleasure I derived from the friction myself.
‘Cara, please. No. It feels too good,’ he pleaded.
‘Let go, Will,’ I panted, kissing his throat. ‘Fill me up until it spills over.’
Shocking me, he summoned a strength I had never witnessed before, forcefully extricating his wrists from my grip. A gasp lodged itself in my throat. He was much, much stronger than me, and it had never been more apparent. Suddenly feeling small and vulnerable, I was in awe of his raw power. I knew he would never use it to hurt me, yet there was a certain fear mingled with my respect. It was a humbling, sobering moment. I had clearly driven him to his limit.
Mustering up what little remained of my courage, I dared to continue, but he grasped my hips yet again, his hands pushing forcefully against my every movement to attenuate the impact.
‘You need to stop,’ he demanded. ‘This position – stop. Please,’ he begged. ‘I don’t want to come yet.’
‘ I want you to come,’ I said resolutely, trying to shove his hands away. Ascending with some effort, I pushed down on him again. He indulged me a few more times, then, in a swift movement, sat upright. His arms enveloped me, creating a solid, unyielding cage around my form. Trapped within the confines of his embrace, I found myself completely immobile.
God , how I hated his physical superiority right then.
‘William—’ I stopped short, stilled by the tempest of fury that had suddenly ignited in his eyes. His gaze was a wildfire, consuming and untamed.
‘Riding is officially banned,’ he thundered, throwing his legs off the sofa so that I faced the backrest as I sat astride him.
His fiery temper was infectious, setting my own emotions aflame as I absorbed his declaration. ‘Absolutely not!’
Almost before I registered the movement, he had swiftly shifted us around, trapping me beneath him. Releasing me from his confining embrace, he supported his weight on his forearms on either side of my head.
From his imposing position, he levelled a potent glare into my eyes, each syllable dripping with a threat as he said, ‘I dare you to try that again. I’ll fuck you apart.’
‘This is so unfair!’
His eyes narrowed. ‘Hardly.’
‘It really is!’ I gesticulated. ‘Why should you be allowed to make me come time and again, but when I want to do the same, you won’t let me?’
‘Because, unlike you, I can’t come with mere seconds in between. I don’t want to come this fast, Cara. I want to enjoy you for as long as possible.’
I was about to suggest that, even though he might not be able to get erect immediately after ejaculating, we could do other things. But, hearing his explanation, I got the impression that he was specifically referring to penetration, and that stirred some sympathy in me.
Pouting, I looked up at him. ‘But I love riding.’
‘I can tell.’ His expression softened somewhat. ‘How about this, then – whenever we’ve already had sex, you can ride me the following rounds that day. Just not the first. My endurance is always at its worst the first time.’
His attempt to find a compromise amused me. ‘Okay.’
‘Thank you,’ he said, and I could hear that his gratitude was profound. ‘But for now, I’ll be the one fucking the other senseless.’ His eyes flitted to the coffee table. ‘Unfortunately, your antics have already taken a toll on my endurance, so I’ll be cutting straight to the chase.’ He lifted himself up, pulling me along in the process. ‘Bend over the table for me, love. ’