Chapter 26 #2
“Not with a silk chemise,” she says.
“I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, bless the French.”
“You have no idea,” she says and resumes taunting me.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her gyrating her hips like a temptress. I’ve salivated over the Lucky Break videos an embarrassing number of times. This is different. This private performance is for my eyes only.
When the bridge hits again, she lets loose.
The shock of pleasure of seeing her in her element burns my veins.
Fucking hot.
“Damn, I don’t even have dollar bills to stuff inside your panties. You’re wearing panties, right?”
“I’m not going to tell.” She winks. “You’ll soon find out.”
My cock swells so much, it feels like it’s doubled in size. I grip my hair and pull to curtail my arousal, but that’s not enough.
She’s blissfully unaware of my predicament, lost to the music. She slides the skirt off her body, swinging her hips in perfect synch with the music. When the fabric pools at her feet, she steps out of it and kicks it aside.
Then, she takes it up about twenty notches.
She turns around, parts her feet, and she wiggles her body, her head flipping from left to right.
She’s wild, titillating, provocative, and so fucking desirable.
I’m quite partial to the move where she emulates riding a mechanical bull. “So damn sexy.”
She runs her hands down the silky chemise, lifting the hem just enough to torment me.
Fuck. Me.
Garter belts.
My jaw, which has gone slack with shock over this blazing peep show, snaps shut. I swallow as I fight the urge to close the space between us and put an end to her striptease by burying myself balls deep in her pussy.
Jesus.
I adjust myself… not that it does a damn thing. My cock is still on full alert. “The garter belt and the heels stay on when I fuck you.”
“Whatever you say,” she says before slipping a finger into her mouth and sucking on it, her hooded eyes staring right at me.
The dare glittering from her eyes is my demise.
I’m this close to dropping to my knees and begging this woman for mercy.
“Another downside of dating an older man,” she says. “The ticker can’t always take the heat.” She taps her heart for emphasis.
“Oh, you’re asking for it.”
“I guess I am.” She shrugs. “And I hope you’ll give it to me real good.”
“In spades, baby.”
“I better wrap this up, then.”
Just when I think the dance can’t get any more feverish, she proves me wrong.
Fuck, I’m about to dial 911 as prevention.
The pièce de résistance comes when she bends over and lifts the chemise, exposing a view that nearly makes me lose my shit in my pants.
She’s wearing a pair of white crotchless panties and by God her pussy is dripping.
My body tenses.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m not old enough for a heart attack, but this feels close.
My body vibrates with tension and pent-up lust. I can’t take it a second longer.
Enough.
I reach her in one long step, scoop her in my arms, and sling her over my shoulder.
She squeals.
“Damn you for doing this to me,” I say.
“Did I get you all worked up?”
“You’ll soon find out.” I borrow her words.
“Oh, God. Let go of me, you brute.” She feigns outrage. “You can’t take me against my will.” She kicks her legs.
“Save it, blondie. You deserve the fury I’m about to unleash on your fine ass.”
“Are you going to be gentle?” She says that in such a sweet voice.
“Fat chance.” I scoff. “You knew exactly what you were doing. You provoked me. Now, it’s time to pay for the consequences of your actions.”
“Have a heart. I beg of you, Tarzan,” she says. “There must be a way I can make it up to you.” She even adds a little tremolo to her voice.
Who knew she had acting chops?
I carry her to the bed and sit down at the edge with her in my lap, her ass pressed against my hard-on.
She offers a triumphant smile.
“You hardly sound like someone who wants to repent or atone their sins,” I say.
She frowns. “Maybe I have to try harder?”
“I think you do.”
“Would a kiss be a good start?”
“Let’s see.”
I lower my lips to hers and the contact is like a box of dynamite exploded in the room. I push my tongue between her lips, tasting every inch of her mouth. She cradles my head and moans against my lips as I deepen the kiss.
I could kiss her a thousand times a day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
After a few long passionate breaths, I break the kiss.
I place her on the bed and stand up.
She sits up and scoots a little further up the bed.
“Did I tell you to move?”
She shakes her head.
“I want you right where you were.”
She obliges.
I toe off my shoes, remove my socks, and undress in a rush.
“What about your boxer briefs?” She points at them.
“I’m keeping them on. It’s part of your punishment.”
She pouts. “You’re cold-hearted, Tarzan.”
Chuckling, I sit on the bed, grab her by the ass and pull her onto my lap, forcing her to straddle my legs. And my God, her white crotchless panties leave nothing to the imagination.
She gasps before sinking into me and gyrates her hips against my cock.
“You’re so hard and so big,” she says, pressing her body against my cock.
“Fuck.” The word drawls from my mouth. Her crotchless panties offer no barrier between her dripping wet pussy and my boxer briefs.
Regaining control, I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug. “This is about you repenting, remember?”
She flashes me a mischievous grin, twisting in my lap with more determination. “Sorry.”
My cock swells under the pressure.
I grip her waist. “Stop! You’re gonna make me come.”
“Let’s get on with my punishment so we can move on to the good stuff.” She grins.
I narrow my eyes at her.
Two can play this game.
“You’re not going to like what I have in store for you.”
“Lay it on me.”
“Let’s make it about you first,” I say.
“That’s my kind of punishment. So, whatcha got for me?”
“You’re going to make yourself come. The rule is, you stay on my lap, and I won’t help you.”
She frowns.
The heat between her legs is burning my cock. I’m no longer sure who I’m punishing.
“Make it good,” I say. “Then, if I’m inclined, I’ll honor your pussy with my cock.”
“Shit.” The word drops from her lips. “You’re a hardball.”
“And you’re a cock teaser. Get to it.”
She glares at me.
She’s not so eager anymore.
“I’m waiting.”
She’s hesitant.
“All talk no action, dimples?”
“It’s just… I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone before.”
“Then, let me be your first.”
I rest the palm of one hand against her inner thigh, opening her legs a little more. With the other hand, I trace the gap in her crotchless panties.
Her head tilts back, and she closes her eyes, a long moan dropping from her lips.
“You get a kick from knowing you have my undivided attention, dimples.”
Her eyes meet mine.
They’re veiled with lust.
“That was the sole purpose of that performance,” I say. “This is a bit of the same… just a lot closer and personal.”
“You do it. Please, touch me,” she says. “Touch me and make me come.”
“No. I won’t.”
“I’ll suck your cock if you do,” she says to sweeten the pot.
“You’ll suck my cock, regardless.”
Her eyes widen before her lips part in a slow grin.
The fact she’s still wearing the chemise, garter belt, and heels makes this moment erotic.
“I gave you an order and I expect you to follow it, Keira.”
I grab her hand, guide it to the gap in her panties and rub her hand over her pussy lips.
Her breath hitches.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.”
Even though my fingers aren’t in direct contact with her pussy, her slick juices are everywhere.
“God. I like the way you do that.”
“I’m not doing anything. You are.”
“But you’re guiding my hand. It’s so fucking hot.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
She nods.
I pull her hand away from her pussy, and force her to slap her pussy lips.
She yelps.
I grab hold of her middle finger and rub it around her clit in languorous circles.
She lets out a long sigh and her head lolls back, and she bucks against her finger. I dig my free hand into her ass, restraining her movements.
I adore the way her breaths are coming faster as we rub her clit together.
Then, I take it all away from her by removing my hand.
Her eyes meet mine, fury and frustration flashing back at me.
“Why did you do that?”
“The warm-up is over,” I say. “I explained what I expected. Now give it to me.”
She doesn’t obey.
“Keira.”
She moves her finger.
“Good girl. Keep going.”
She’s bolder now.
“Tell me what you want me to do to that dripping pussy.”
“Fuck me.”
“You want my cock?”
“Yes, right here.” She slips a finger inside her pussy and pumps in and out.
Goddammit. “You want to swallow my massive cock with your tight pussy?”
She slides another finger inside her desperate pussy and finger-fucks herself.
“I want your cock to do this to me.” Her voice comes out shaky.
“Is that how a good girl asks?”
“Fuck me here. Please.”
“Not good enough.”
“Rhys, please. I need your cock and I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
“Much better.”
I slide my hand to the middle of her back, dip my head, and bite her nipple through the silk.
She cries out.
She gyrates her hips in wild circular motions, rubbing her pussy against my crotch.
The more she bucks against me, the more her juices soak my boxer briefs.
Her breath is getting deeper—more labored.
Fucking perfect.
“Change of plan.” I grab her hand and bring it to my lips.
Half lidded hazel-green eyes fix me.
I lick the sweet juices from her fingers.
“God, that’s naughty,” she says.
“That’ll have to do for now until I get my mouth on you.”
I grab hold of the hem of the chemise and pull it up her body. She lifts her arms without being told. I pull the silk fabric over her head and fling it aside, exposing her heavenly body.
“Use my cock to get off.” My boxer briefs are soaked. Might as well go the distance. “I’m going to sit back and enjoy the show.”
Her pupils dilate. “I like that.”
She places both hands on my shoulders and positions herself.
My firm palm holds her back, giving her more leverage.
“Grind.”
She doesn’t disappoint.
The friction is mind-blowing.
A groan slips from my mouth as I study my girl’s beautiful face as she chases her pleasure.
The hedonistic sight of her pussy lips peeking from her white crotchless panties while she’s still wearing her garter belts will be seared in my memory forever.
And then she’s riding my cock harder.
And harder.
And harder.
She’s so wet.
She gives herself to whatever hedonistic demon is controlling her. She’s out of her shell.
Wild.
Shameless.
Fearless.
I have to coax myself not to come.
I slide a hand down her back until my fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. Her hips gyrate faster as she grinds, and grinds, and grinds, lost to the moment.
“Your… cock,” she says. “Take it out, please. Fuck me, Rhys.”
“You’re starved for it?”
“Yes.”
“Not yet. Keep riding my cock and I’ll reward you later.”
She pulls a fast one on me.
She responds by bouncing off my balls.
The unexpected movement takes my breath away.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My cock twitches, desperate to come out and play.
She gasps, and her body shakes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
She’s close.
“Come hard for me, Keira.”
“Oh, God, Rhys.”
“Don’t hold back.”
“Oh, Rhys, I’m there—” A sob escapes her lips, and she cries out as she gives in to her orgasm.
It’s a thing of beauty.
Her head drops to my chest, and she circles her arms around my neck, pressing her satiated body against my aching cock.
Her breath is as ragged as mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” I drop a soft kiss on the top of her head.
I feel her smile against my chest.
“You okay, dimples?”
She nods.
“You’re sure?”
She nods again.
“Good.” I pry her arms loose.
She meets my gaze, her eyes wide with questions.
“On your knees.”