Chapter Thirty Two #2
He pumped hard and fast, my toes curling into the carpet, my own fingers gripping his arm, my eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
The face didn’t look like me; the lips parted, a pitiful whine filling the room.
I was fully clothed, a moving bulge in the front of the faded Levi’s where he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit.
And now I moved into him, grinding my pussy against his hand, pushing down on the fingers that filled me up, that crooked against my g-spot, that twisted and turned, screwing inside of me.
“Ah, fuck, Chase. Fuck.”
It was a breathy whisper at first, but the words kept tumbling out and now it was a gargle, his fingers squeezing my throat, the heat from my neck and chest joining the rising fucking fire between my legs and in my stomach like I might self-combust.
“I’m going to co….”
“No, you’re not. Not until I say you can.”
I tried to turn. To tell him to fuck off, that I’d have this orgasm if I fucking wanted it. But he’d already pulled his fingers from inside of me, his hand sliding out of my jeans.
“Now take these clothes off.”
His hand left my throat, and I watched him in the mirror stepping back from me and pulling the hooded jumper over his head.
Muscles in his arms bulged, the shadow tapestry of tattoos taking on its own life, and his hand moved to his jeans.
He pulled the waist open, pushing them down his legs, his cock springing free, attentive, hard. And fucking impressive.
It stood proud, the tip slightly bigger, mushrooming over the shaft. And the shaft was angrier than he was, straining, veins visible even from this angle. The bead of pre-cum on the top glistened in the soft lighting, and he moved his hand up and down as he waited, his eyes on me now.
“Clothes. Fucking now,” he growled.
I pulled the hoodie off over my head, expecting a chill to assault my skin, but the temperature in the velvet cell was ambient.
“Tick tock, Tiger. I want that fucking wet pussy now.”
I glanced back at him, at the hand moving over his length, the veins bulging in his forearms matching the veins in his cock.
Slowly, I undid the button. Chase would wait.
Until these jeans were all the way off. I slid the zip down, my fingers fiddling at the bottom and then sliding out around the waistband, inching them down over my hips.
Chase reached for something on the stand to the side, putting the pink foil in his mouth. He smoothed the condom over his cock. His eyes flicked to me again, to the jeans I hadn’t yet pulled over my arse.
“Fuck’s sake,” he grumbled, before stepping forward towards me.
His palm forced into the middle of my back, knocking me forwards, falling onto my forearms on the bed.
Chase tugged at the back of my jeans, yanking them down my legs, and kicking them off as they reached my ankles.
I stood up, only getting halfway until a heavy forearm stopped me, pushing my shoulders down.
“Didn’t tell you to stand up, Jazz. You’ll stay fucking there while I fuck you.”
His body was hot behind me, the head of his cock already sliding back and forwards across the opening of my pussy, and then he stopped, positioning it where he wanted it.
Chase reached around me with his other arm, fingers fastening around my throat again, bringing my head up to meet my own eyes in the mirror.
“You’ll fucking watch as I fuck this sweet cunt, Tiger. Close those fucking eyes and I’ll fucking spank you.”
My mouth made some stupid gasping shape, but no sound came out; it just opened wider as he thrust inside in one fluid, powerful movement.
My stomach lurched, my insides crawling, desperate to adjust around him.
He stayed still just a moment, watching me in the mirror, the sides of his neck straining, on the verge of losing control.
My stomach fluttered, and I tensed, and his brows furrowed, his eyes closing just for a second, and his fingers tightened.
He moved now. A slow pull at first, fire and heat dragging back with him, internal tissues screaming they weren’t ready.
But then he slammed back in, so hard I would have fallen onto my stomach on the bed if his hand wasn’t holding me up by the throat.
His other arm wrapped my stomach, fingers sprawled out, not quite reaching round in front of me but my body intensely aware of where they were.
His hips gained speed, his cock pumping in and out of my pussy.
The rhythm was hard, and the bed moved. But Chase didn’t stop, pounding harder and harder, and every time he bottomed out inside of me, my vision flickered to black.
Just for a second, just until he drew back.
Fuck. My insides burned, fire coursing through my body.
“Shit,” I hissed into the air, clenching around the cock pummeling my insides.
Chase slowed, pulling the head of his cock out from where he’d just buried it.
“Not fucking coming yet, Tiger. Not yet. Move your leg.”
He nudged my right leg, guiding my knee onto the bed and then rammed his length back into me.
“Ah fuck!” I shouted this time as the top of his cock punished my cervix.
Fingers moved from my neck, crawling up my chin, finding my lips and pushing inside my mouth.
“Fucking suck them, Jazz.”
I swirled my tongue over the tips, and he crooked them in my mouth, forcing more inside my throat. His cock pumped me from behind. And then he took his fingers out, holding them in front of my mouth.
“Spit on them. I want them wetter.”
“What?”
“Spit on my fucking fingers, Jazz.” He thrust his hips in warning, sending that stupid wail from my lips again. “You’re going to scream while I fuck you, Tiger. Either from enjoyment or pain. I don’t give a fuck. But I want to fucking hear it. So, I’d suggest you fucking do as you’re told.”
My stomach tensed; a shake starting in my legs at those words. And I did as he asked, spitting onto the pads of his fingers, watching him working it in, coating the ends. And then he reached behind me, rubbing his fingers over the only hole he hadn’t yet filled.
Fuck. My body jolted at his touch. I needed to say no.
Not to touch me there. His thrusts didn’t stop.
His fingers still worked that hole, my body tensing and flaring.
His mouth trailed over the top of my shoulders, plucking at my skin, soft and gentle contradictions from what he was doing to my pussy.
And the fingers working over my arsehole sank inside, pressure pushing at me.
I cried out, a tangled gasp of air, and sensation hitting me all at once.
Then more pressure, pushing and moving and sinking.
My whole body tensed, and Chase grunted over my back.
“Let me in, Tiger,” the command was softer, whispered encouragement, my legs shaking even more, the fire in my belly burning hot.
I gasped again, the slightest relaxation of my body.
And he slid in deeper. And then a little further, until I could feel him moving inside of me, a crawling, filling, tightening, pulling, pushing, burning, swelling feeling.
Everywhere. In my pussy. In my stomach. In my head.
In my legs. In every fucking cell of my body.
“Chase,” my voice was weak. “I’m going to come. I need to come. Please, I need it.”
I was fucking begging. Begging him to let me come now, because I was too full, too stretched. Too hot. Too everything. My legs shook.
“Then you’ll fucking scream when you do. Understand.”
I nodded my head.
“Then let’s fucking hear you, Tiger.”
Chase bucked his hips. Another finger pushing into my arse. Moving with the other. I’d never fucking felt so fucking full in all my life as his fingers and his cock worked together in a way they shouldn’t.
The first scream ripped from my throat, and Chase’s name was on it.