CHAPTER 30DENISE
CHAPTER 30
DENISE
Of course, I knew what he wanted. And I was going to give it to him. I wanted to pull him into the cosmos with me. I brought my lips to the skin of his stomach. Hugh tensed against my light touch, guarding himself against the mischief that I’m sure was dancing in my eyes.
My fingers went to his pants and pulled at his zipper, feeling it give easily against my touch. The fabric was soft and warm, and I couldn’t resist the urge to nuzzle my face in it. His dick was a hard and demanding bulge beneath his pants, and I ran my nose up the length of it. He groaned and I let the pants fall a little as I pulled his briefs down just enough for him to leap forth, ready for me.
Normally I’d draw out the pleasure, testing him, pushing his boundaries but I couldn’t do that today. I didn’t have it in me to deny him the pleasure we both got from this. I pulled my knees apart as I swirled my tongue around his tip before I pulled him deep into my throat.
He wasn’t expecting it. I felt his body stiffen as he sucked in a breath and muttered, “Fuck. Shit.”
I hummed as I breathed through my nose and pushed down to take him down my throat. My tongue moved around underneath him as I felt his tip moving past the back of my throat. He shouted as his hands gripped tight to my head and held me there, savoring the power he had over me—my breath, my brain, my heart. My eyes watered and I watched him. His gaze was so full of affection.
“I know you can take the rest.”
I swallowed against him and heard the strangled sound that left his throat. Balling up my fist, I fought against my gag reflex and pushed forward until my lips met skin.
A loud moan above me drew my attention as the tears I’d been holding back fell from my eyes.
“That’s it. That’s a good fucking girl. This is what I’m thinking about whenever you are running off at the mouth. You on your knees and your mouth full of nothing but me.”
His hands were still holding me in place. I kept my eyes shut tight, fighting against my body’s urge for air.
He wiped the tears from my cheeks.
“Watch me,” he demanded.
I opened my eyes, pulling in a bit more oxygen through my nose as I swallowed around his hard length all the way down my throat.
“Do you know how amazing you look like this? On your knees. Cheeks hollow. Mouth full.”
He grabbed my hand and peeled it from his hip. “Touch yourself while you suck my dick,” he growled.
My fingers dove in, feeling the heat of my walls against my fingertips. I reached down a bit and felt my arousal, slippery and demanding.
I moaned around him, and he pulled himself out until his tip was at my lips before he surged forward. The sounds he was making in my mouth were obscene. I pulled my fingers up, running the pad of my middle finger around my sensitive bundle of nerves peeking from beneath its hood.
He pulled himself all the way out again before pushing all the way back in and groaning.
“Mmm, don’t you fucking dare come.”
I groaned in protest as he pushed down my throat again. This time he used a hand to circle the base of his shaft before pulling me backward and forward on him.
The sounds that came pouring from his throat were so carnal, so hot, that I was lost in it. My fingers found a rhythm that matched his thrusts, and I felt my orgasm closing in—I wanted to exist in this moment forever.
“Just like that,” his voice rumbled above me.
The steady rhythm grew more abrupt and staccato as he moaned, spurting cum in my mouth I swallowed every single drop and looked up at him as he pulled himself free. Before I could say anything, he’d pulled me to my feet and his tongue plunged into my mouth, sucking and nipping at my lips. He turned me so I was leaning against the sink.
His fingers filled my pussy, and I groaned as one of his fingers pushed into my ass and I cried out. He swallowed the sound as he pushed his finger in slowly, little by little, stretching me and making me feel a fullness that I only associated with him.
His mouth released mine as his digit pushed its way to the hilt, massaging my walls and leaving me mewling beneath him.
“I have good news and bad news,” he whispered against my lips.
“What’s the good news?” I asked, trying to grind his palm against my clit and failing.
“I have a surprise for you.”
I smiled and grabbed his hand to put his palm where I needed it. He wasn’t moving and I made a noise of disappointment.
“Bad news. You’re not coming.” He pushed another finger up into my ass and I grabbed his biceps and threw my head into his shoulder, fighting the urge to bite down against the mix of pleasure and pain.
“Holy—” I groaned as his finger moved, stretching me. It was foreign and full, but that pain pushed the pleasure forward, a biting edge that I couldn’t grab hold of.
Something uncapped as he pulled his fingers free from my grip. They were cooler and much more slippery when he reinserted them. I hissed as he worked his fingers in and out of me. The peak I’d lost was coming closer and I started to buck against him.
He freed his fingers before I heard him picking up something behind me. While he was distracted, I tried to bring my fingers back to my spot. I needed a little more… Fingers came to my throat and tightened just enough that I got the point he was making.
“Stop.” The voice that came from his throat was full of warning.
I stopped my fingers an inch away from where I needed them. Tears of frustration burned behind my eyes, and I glared up at him. Pissed that he’d made me stop, but not silly enough to ruin a good time. And with everything that he had introduced to me too, I knew I was going to have a good time. Something cold pressed up against my entrances, and I locked eyes with him as he slowly worked the toy into both of my holes.
“I’ll let you know when you have permission. Right now, you don’t.”
I cried out as the toy in my ass stretched a bit too far. His hand around my throat held me still as his mouth met mine and he whispered encouraging words against my lips.
“Relax.”
“Deep breaths.”
“Imagine how tight you’re going to hug my dick.”
“Yes, that’s it.”
“You’re almost there.”
“Good girl.”
It was inside, and I took gulping breaths, trying to adjust to the weight of it deep in me. My core was on fire, and I really needed to come.
He grabbed a towel behind me and wiped me gently. I watched in confusion as he folded himself into his slacks. Before I could demand he finish what we’d started, he pulled a towel from the rack and wrapped it around me. He turned me to face the mirror and smiled a smile that showed more teeth than usual.
“This is designed to be worn all day,” he said, locking eyes with me.
“You’re fucking kidding me. You rea—”
His fingers touched his watch and the toy deep inside me sprang to life so aggressively that I bent over the sink as it vibrated against all the delicious spots that were guaranteed to make me finish in seconds flat. Just as quickly, the vibrations stopped and I cried out, knowing I didn’t need much more to finish.
“Bastard,” I cried, pushing back so I could stand.
The vibration started up again, this time much lower. His hand found its way into my hair as his tongue found the skin on the back of my neck and pulled it into his mouth, biting it before pulling into his mouth and sucking so hard I felt my knees grow weak. He was marking me because I’d marked him. Some feral part of my brain loved that shit. Love the idea that we’d be walking around wearing matching marks that told anyone looking that we were taken. I was dizzy from the pain and pleasure as the vibration stopped.
“I’m going to hit this switch on my watch all day and you’re gonna spend the day thinking of the moment I pull this toy out and claim that ass.” His words were spoken between kisses on my neck, and I shivered.
The world that he was introducing me to was foreign and exciting, but as much as I was mad as fuck that I couldn’t come, there was also a peace that came with it. He had a plan, an idea, a goal for today, and I was along for the kinky ride.
“Pull your hair up.”
His hand reached up to grab one of my breasts and I leaned into him as he stared at me in the mirror. At us. His face was relaxed and full of that thing that I couldn’t identify as he watched me. His eyes were soft as they bounced across my body. I could feel the searing heat of them through the towel, and I moved one hand over his at my breast and the other to his thigh.
“All I want you to think about today is me,” he whispered.
There was so much that I could say, so much I was feeling burning a hole in my vocal cords. Instead of giving in to them, my mouth said, “We look good together.”
His eyes met mine in the mirror as his chin balanced atop my head.
“That’s because we belong together,” he replied, not missing a beat.
The flutter was back in my stomach.
It wasn’t pleasure or desire… It was something else.