Forty-Five
S he hadn’t even realised she’d stopped pretending to fight me, as her hips moved in time with my fingers, lifting as I thrust in, so my fingers went deeper each time. Jesus Christ, I just wanted it to be my dick, but was she expecting more of this fucking preamble first? Or could I just slam it in, and start fucking her? My fingers slowed as my confidence started to fade again, and uncertainty crept in.
“Get off me, you fucking asshole!” Lissa suddenly started struggling again, slapping at my chest, even my cheeks, as she kicked the game up a notch. Yeah, fuck this. I moved, thankful that my dick was still hanging out from earlier, and rammed it inside her, silencing all of that jibber jabber in one move.
“Oh god.” Her words were a breathy whisper, and it fucking echoed through me like she’d yelled. The way she took my cock… it was just beautiful. I grabbed those weakly flailing hands, and pinned them on the floor above her head, catching strands of her gorgeous hair at the same time. Her eyes widened and her body bucked against mine, and fuck me, how the hell was a man supposed to keep going when this was what he was given in return? I was close already.
I forced myself to stop moving, taking a few breaths to try and centre myself.
“Get off me.” Lissa voice was quiet, but her lips were twitching with a grin.
“See, you’re telling me no, but your body’s screaming yes, so which one am I supposed to listen to, huh? This yapping mouth? Or that slick pussy, gripping my dick for dear life like a desperate little whore?”
She let out a string of curses, and with a grin, I placed my hand very firmly over that sassy mouth of hers, and silenced her.
“Can’t hear ya, love. Can’t hear a fucking word.” I eased back and thrust deeply, feeling her body swallow my dick down like it was dying of hunger.
“Yeah, see, I decided to listen to your pussy instead. Your pussy knows what it wants.” I thrust again, drew back, and rammed home again. These slow thrusts were pissing her off, as her hips tried to meet me each time. Her hands were struggling weakly against my grip, you know, every time she remembered that she was supposed to be fighting me.
“Your pussy makes more sense than your mouth, little vixen. You should listen to it more often.” I shifted my weight, so I wouldn’t crush her, and decided to stop holding back, and give us both what we wanted, desperately wanted. No, what we fucking needed .
My hips crashed against hers with each deep thrust, and her breath heated my fingers each time I forced the air out of her with the next inward entry. I parted my fingers slightly, so she could breathe, but she suddenly decided to struggle again, just as we were both getting close, and what pushed me over that edge? She fucking bit me.
The triumphant look in her eyes, as she sank her teeth into my fingers, was what I focused on as exquisite pleasure roared through me, and I emptied my load deep inside her, feeling her pussy clenching and spasming as she followed me into bliss.
My hand fell away from her mouth, my skin smarting from her teeth, and I released her hands with my other, using both arms to brace me over her. I rested my forehead against hers, practically panting with the exertion we’d just fucking relished.
“Fuck me, babe, that’s never gonna get old, you hear me? I don’t know why I love it when you struggle and run from me like that, but it’s fucking hot.”
She giggled, stroking her fingers over my cheeks gently, a slight stinging sensation beneath her touch explaining her next words.
“Just please remember that when you look in the mirror later.”
Lissa
I ’d clawed his face pretty badly, and now that the heat of the moment was slowly passing, I felt incredibly guilty for marking him like that.
Ice pressed his cheek into my hand, grinning widely.
“You fucking slapped and clawed at me like a vixen, babe, and if I’m bleeding, I’ll fucking wear it with pride.”
I pulled my hand back, and it was blood-free, although the scratch did show some dots of blood. I hoped it wouldn’t scar, and mar his gorgeous face. I reached up and rubbed a hand over his buzzcut hair, finally addressing the big change from when I last saw him. The time hadn’t been right before, but we had that closeness back at last, the intimacy we deserved.
“Want to talk about this? What am I supposed to grip when I ride your face, Ice?”
He groaned softly. “Don’t make me regret it, babe. It needed to go. It just didn’t feel like me, like it didn’t belong on my head. It’s weird, but Has gets it.”
He was still bracing himself over me, his softening dick slowly leaving my body, and I hated to break the moment, but the floor wasn’t the comfiest place to be sprawled out on, now we were done. I carefully nudged him away and he rolled over onto the carpet beside me. He grunted and moved a bit.
“Damn, babe. Why you wanna be laying on the floor like this? It feels like stone.” I swatted at his chest.
“What next, Ice?”
He rolled onto his side, propping his good arm under his head.
“Well, I dunno about other men you’ve known, but I probably need like fifteen minutes at least.”
I giggled and shoved him over, before I sat up and started straightening my clothes, struggling to pull my trousers back up my legs.
“You know what I mean. Tell me you’re at least going to fee… uh… buy me dinner.”
He offered me a sleazy smirk. “Good save, babe. You know what I’d offer to feed you, if you’d said that. Seriously though, I could do with some food. I just need to check on what I was working on for Has.”
We both dressed and made our way back to the computer he’d been sitting at. The room was bigger than an office, almost as big as Ice’s suite, so it had offered a little space for us to run around like idiots.
The image on the screen, as I leaned around to look at it, had me looking away and cursing, even as Ice’s hand moved to try and cover my eyes.
“I don’t want you looking at his dick, got it? Bad enough I end up seeing it every time I find another fucking video.”
Poor Has-Been. It must be so devastating to know this keeps happening to him, that his private moments had been shared with the world. It’s the ultimate betrayal, well, after cheating.
“So they’re still loading them online?”
Ice nodded, pointing at something else on a screen beside this one. It was showing a tally, eight sets of four lines with a fifth striking through each set of four, plus a single line. Forty one videos so far? What the hell?
“Is it just one video over and over?”
Ice shot me a fierce look, still hiding the porn from my eyes. Porn featuring his brother.
“You wanting to know all about his fucking sexual skills, babe? I’m only just starting to tolerate the guy, so don’t fuck it up.”
“You know I’m not. I’m just showing an interest in your work.”
He set something searching, and dragged me up and away from the desk.
“Show an interest in any other part of my job but this one. I can’t handle his naked dick being near you, even if it is in a video.”
He led me out of the room, switching off the light, and locking the door with a key, before he headed for the bar, tugging me along behind him.
“Tommy! Tell me you got something cooking.”
The prospect glanced at the clock with a heavy sigh, and offered Ice a frustrated look.
“Yeah, like two hours ago, man. Let me go whip something up. Any allergies, lady?”
I shook my head, then held up a finger.
“Uh… no onions for me.”
He shrugged, and headed off through a door off the bar, while Ice eyed me lasciviously.
“No onions, eh? You planning on kissing me some more, little vixen?”
I picked up a beer mat, and twirled it in my fingers.
“Obviously, but onions give me acid, and I’d rather not be up half the night.”
He shot me another one of those looks. “Not for that, anyway.”