Chapter 45
Ivan
Edging The Blade
She swallowed hard and stared at her hand covering me. My mind was going to explode. The way the warmth of her soft hand engulfed me as she tried to encircle my cock made me groan. I continued the upstroke, pushing her little hand up with mine.
As we paused at the tip, she swirled her thumb around and gathered more of my abundant precum. She teased me as I stroked back down my shaft. Then her hand was joining mine again and we pumped together. Up and down in rhythm, mixing our lubrication.
“You could get some more, if you’d like. I have plenty.”
She confidently lay back and looked down at her pussy, knowing I couldn’t resist. She spread her lips wide with her fingers and cocked her head to the side in a challenge. Little shit. I shook my head and chuckled.
Ever so slowly, I reached over and teased her. I let my middle finger touch the offered pink wetness. I started right below her hood, trailing my touch lower. Our eyes locked, and I rimmed her entrance before pressing two fingers into her warm, wet heat.
A guttural moan sounded from deep within her throat as she arched her back. I pressed my fingers in deeper, feeling the walls of her aching pussy squeeze and grip me. She was pulling me in deeper.
Instinctively, I found what I was looking for—the ever-so-sensitive G-spot on the front wall. Pressing with gentle firmness, I drew a circular pattern with my fingers, watching her closely. She bucked and stopped breathing, thrusting her hips forward.
“Oh. My. God,” she whined and breathed deeply. “Fuck, Ivan. I love it. Please don’t stop,” she begged.
Chuckling at her words, I pressed a little more firmly and continued my rhythmic pattern, matching the movement to her hips as she rocked them against my fingers.
I kept going and watched as the intensity built inside her.
So enthralled with watching her chase what I was building, I was surprised when her hand joined mine.
She massaged and rubbed her clit, and I adjusted my rhythm to match her movements so that what she was doing on the outside, I was doing on the inside.
“Oh fuck, I love it. Yes, my love, please. Oh god, what are you doing? Please don’t fucking stop. I’ll die. I promise this time, I will literally die if you stop. It feels so good. Oh, oh, oh,” she screamed.
“Come for me, my beautiful girl,” I said, leaning down and taking one of her nipples in my mouth.
Her pussy contracted as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back and arched beautifully into me. I pressed her pelvis and my hand into the couch. Her legs quivered, nearly out of control.
I leaned back to watch her as tears streamed down her cheeks. She writhed in pleasure for many more long seconds as a second wave of orgasms washed over her. She was calling my name over and over in a half scream, half cry.
“Okay, okay. You can stop now,” she panted.
“No, I want more,” I growled, and she whimpered.
I chuckled as she gave way to my touch. She once more let go under my fingers and then collapsed, spent. Her limp legs twitched beautifully.
“No more, my love. It’s too intense. Way too intense.”
I slid my fingers out from between her legs and brushed her now tired and sensitive pussy with my fingers. She shuddered and sighed contentedly. I lay back as she sat up and opened her eyes.
“Ivan, can I touch you now?” she asked, her voice forlorn.
“I told you no. I gave you a freebie there.” I once more began stroking my cock.
She aptly studied my movements, biting her lip as she watched me play with my balls with my left hand. The smell of her arousal and the wetness from her pussy on my fingers drove me crazy. I squeezed right below the tip and ran my hand over the head as she looked on greedily.
“It makes me hot, watching you like this. There’s nothing sexier than watching a man stroke his cock. You’re magnificent, Blade. I could watch you for days,” she breathed.
Moaning, I closed my eyes as she continued talking. “I can’t wait to watch you come. To see your face tense and hear you groan. You’re close, aren’t you?” she asked, fascinated with the visual before her.
“I am, but it feels so fucking good, I don’t want to stop.”
“Then don’t. Stroke it harder for me. Mmm, that’s good, tease the tip now.”
She’d flipped the script on me once more and was talking me through it. And I lost myself in the vulnerability of stroking myself off. The pleasure of knowing she loved watching had me weak. Like putty in her hands, I surrendered to the little shit.
“Let’s take you to the edge a few times, yeah?” she teased.
I opened my eyes and nodded, unable to form words. A string of precum dribbled down from the tip as she edged me.
I growled, and she commanded me, “Stop.” My hand ceased its movement. “No touching. Let it go, Blade. Such a good boy,” she crooned as I moved my hand away and panted through the pulsing of my rock-hard cock.
Chest heaving, I tipped my head back against the couch pillow, willing my breath to even out. The rush pulsed through me, warm and wicked, leaving my limbs heavy and heart racing. I let the quiet settle, chasing some semblance of control while the imprint of her still burned against my skin.
When had she become the one in charge and me the one practically mewling? Fuck it, I didn’t care. She had me so hooked on her I could barely see straight. She left me feeling like I was the one drunk.
And I was. Drunk on her, her beauty, her pureness, and her fucking love. Kinsley reached out and rubbed her finger across the head of my cock. My eyes flew open as she collected it and brought it up to her sweet lips.
“Mm, you taste salty and dangerous. Let’s start again.
I want to hear how good it feels when your stroke your cock for me.
” Lust filled her voice, and it was like I was seeing someone completely new.
“Right on the motherfucking edge. That’s where I want you, Blade.
Hang out there for me. It’s one of my favorite spots in the world. It’s only fair you feel it too.”
“Fuck, love. I need to come,” I choked out, pumping faster.
“Soon, I promise. I like seeing you this way. Waiting for the moment I’ll say the words and give you what you crave. You do crave it, right?”
“Yes. Now will you say it, please? Say the fucking words,” I groaned.
My cock throbbed hard and expanded in my grip. I wasn’t going to last much longer, for fuck’s sake. My hand twisted with the perfect amount of friction. Heat rocketed up from my balls and shot up through my spine and down my cock.
“Release is right there. It’s going to feel so good. It’s on the tip of my tongue. How bad do you want it?”
“Damn you. I want it so fucking bad,” I moaned. My voice sounded weak in my own ears. She shifted, and the light touch of her hand on my cock again sent shivers through me.
“I don’t know. I think you can go a little longer. Ride it out. Do you need a break?”
I shook my head vigorously and squeezed harder on the upstroke, relishing this moment with her.
I’d never ridden the edge like this, never, and fuck me if I didn’t whimper at how sensitive my cock was with each stroke of my hand.
My balls clenched, and I mumbled incoherently between gasps.
“Little love. Please,” I begged over and over.
If the guys ever found out, they’d never let me live it down. They’d revoke my club card. The motherfucking Blade, a killer who never hesitated to take out his target, was reduced to nothing more than a schoolgirl under the control of a tiny dancer.
My eyes flew open, seeking hers, and something powerful emanated from her very being. She looked ravishing. Biting her lower lip, she stared into my eyes, her breathing ragged.
“Stroke it faster, Blade. I can’t wait to watch as you come. Hold it for me just a minute more, you can do it. Wait for it, my beloved.”
I moaned her name and did as she asked, increasing my speed. “Please,” I whispered once more, my eyes closing.
“How bad do you want to come?” She leaned close and placed a soft kiss on my knee.
“Little love, you’re killing me.”
“Answer the question,” she commanded.
“Bad, okay? I’ve never wanted to come this bad. Jesus, please, Kinsley,” I begged. Then her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft and pumped with me.
With a gleam in her eyes, she cooed, “Come for me, Blade, now.” And right as my cock erupted, she wrapped her fucking lips around the head of it, encasing me. With a flick of her tongue on the underside, she sucked me into her warm mouth.
A sound unlike anything I’d ever made erupted from deep inside my chest. Stuck between a grunt, a growl, and a fucking guttural scream, I exploded under her. My orgasm ripped through me as waves of pleasure pulsed through my body from head to toe.
I gushed into her waiting mouth, and she swallowed. The feel of her mouth took what was already a massive orgasm and turned it into something altogether intense, moving. It was like an out-of-body experience, something I’d never felt before.
My core pulsed and shook as she continued sucking my cock, swallowing all she could.
As I struggled to get my breathing under control and wrap my mind around what just happened, she cleaned up what she missed.
She possessively lapped and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and licked up and down the shaft several times as I shivered and grabbed her head.
My perfect little girl giggled, reveling in how she’d made me weak. She laid her head against my thigh as her legs swung behind her in the air. Fuck the bike ride. The endorphins my girl just sucked from my very body had me feeling mellow as all get out.
“So…” Her voice was eager as she traced my tattoo. “Does this mean I can touch you now? Want to go over my list?” She turned hopeful eyes my way.
I sighed heavily, and she tensed. “Kinsley, I think—” But before I could finish the thought, she wrapped her lips around my cock once more and ran her tongue around the sensitive rim of my head, making my body jerk and spasm. A shiver shot down my spine.
Her mischievous eyes flicked to mine, as if to say “Wrong answer.”
“Fuck, little love, stop,” I barked, pulling her mouth off me.
My cock was so fucking sensitive to any touch that an altogether foreign feeling ran through me. Her hand moved to caress my tattoo again.
“I was going to say I think that could be arranged.”
Grinning from ear to ear, she crawled up between my legs to lay her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her tiny body and growled. “God, I’ve fucking missed this.”
Tears flowed from her eyes as I rubbed her back. I picked her up, carried her over to her bed, and lay down with her. Her body was glued to mine while she yawned.