Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
Miguel
Killing My Resolve
Laney is a fucking work of art.
Her toned muscles mesmerized me as they flexed and rolled as the tension built inside her.
It was torture not to replace her hand with mine.
I cracked in the hallway. I couldn't keep my hands to myself anymore.
Her essence lingers on my fingers from the one swipe I took. The resistance of her ass against my thumb made my cock fucking throb.
I need to be inside her.
And now she's sitting on the edge of my bed, fucking soaking wet, and the urge to dominate her body pulses through every vein in mine.
"You will tell me if you need me to stop." I inform her. She doesn't need a safeword. Any hint of stop or no will have me off her in an instant.
"I will." She promises.
"Mmhmmm," yeah I fucking like that. The question is, do I want to coach her into submission or coach her in torturing me.
She's already killing my resolve. She's already cracking every restraint.
I have battled back from the depths of addiction. I have won TP races across the world. And yet, I might never recover from Laney Matteson.
Her wide, excited, bright blue eyes, drink me in as I stand before her. I watch as she takes in my body, her mind already wondering what I'm going to do with her.
She's being such a good girl, waiting patiently for me to do what I want.
And what I want is to taste her.
I step between her legs and reach down to drag the slick juices of her pussy up her stomach to her tits. She gasps quietly and I grin.
"Lie down." I tell her with a gentle push at her sternum. She complies and I move my body over hers as she settles into my bed.
Without another word I bring my lips to her neck and begin kissing a trail along her jaw, behind her ear, across her collarbone, moving my way, slowly, down to where her pebbled nipples are begging for my mouth.
The only sounds in the room are her responsive noises and the distant hum of the city on the streets below.
If I wanted to, I could lose myself completely and ignore the entire world, focusing only on Laney, her needs, and our connection.
I have waited so long to taste her.
The sweet musk of her release imprinted on my brain when I balled up my boxers and brought them to my nose in the kitchen. And, like a bloodhound I follow the trail of her scent down her body and I will not rest until I have captured it.
Most exhilarating air I've ever consumed.
She rakes her fingers through my hair, tugging out the band holding it back, and I almost whimper as my strands fall free and brush against her skin.
Laney Matteson's touch could ruin me.
"My girl needs a connection?" I whisper as I run my nose along the swell of her breast.
"Yes." She says as her hips roll up involuntarily.
"Is your pussy begging for me, Laney?"
"Oh, gods yes."
"For my mouth? My fingers? My cock?" My fingers trace a figure eight around her nipples.
"Yes," She says, totally dazed.
"Which one, Laney?"
"I want your mouth."
She is better than any high I've ever chased.
Pure, transcendent, inspiring.
Gone is the restraint I have clung to desperately since I met her.
My teeth sink into the silken skin along her pelvis as I lower myself between her legs.
"Oh fuck, yes," she hisses. Her back arches off my bed as I broaden my tongue and lick up her entire cunt.
Now that I've tasted her, I can't stop.
I won’t stop.
"Still so fucking wet, baby." I tell her and she bites her lips between her teeth to stifle the moan she traps in her throat.
I reach up and use my thumb to drag her pout free.
"Louder Laney, tell Coach what you like."
"Yes, yes. That." She sounds manic and I have to hold back my chuckle.
"My mouth on your pussy?"
"Yes."
"My fingers pinching your nipple?" I twist and she arches into the touch.
"Fuck, yes," she pants.
"Do you want my cock in your mouth? Make you whimper with me down your throat?"
"Ohmygods, yes." Laney’s voice cracks with desperation.
She’ll have to endure a little longer.
"Be a good girl and I’ll give you everything you want."
As much as wanting me is part of her pleasure, I won’t give her all of me just yet. The flimsy wall of my self preservation blows like tree branches in a storm but I haven’t cracked.
Each pass of my tongue along her pussy, each open mouth kiss around her core, each scratch of her nails along my scalp, weakens my resolve.
Laney writhes against me and her legs clamp around my shoulders. More of her arousal soaks my face and her breath becomes trapped in her chest. She gasps wild inhales trying to bring more oxygen to her blood.
Her cells must be on fire, because I’m burning inside.
I use my hands to spread her wide and lap at every last inch of her.
"Mmmm," I hum my approval as I keep my mouth on her. When her hips swirl straining for more, I slide two fingers inside her and whisper, "come for me Princess, then I'll give you my cock to suck."
"Oh fuck," she curses and I feel her muscles clench across her body. Deep inside, her body flutters against my fingers and her heat pulls me in like a moth to a flame. "Miguel, ohmygods, yes, Miguel!"
Her shout is accompanied by her pussy clamping down to keep my fingers buried inside her.
"Yes Laney, good girl. Ride it out baby. Deep breaths. It’s time to recover."
"No training talk." She huffs as she slings an arm over her eyes. I raise myself with a wolfish grin. Her exhaustion is fueling my energy. I could do this all night long.
I move my body up the bed to lay next to her. I use the heel of my palm to press against her clit as I continue to slowly curl my fingers in and out of her.
While she’s still riding her high I slide a third finger into her channel and she gasps. Her body twitches like high voltage electricity is coursing through her veins.
With kisses to her shoulder, collarbone, and neck I slide my fingers away and reach to pull my shorts down.
My dick is angry at me for being ignored for so long.
I step out of my shorts and pull one of my pillows off the bed to place on the floor. When Laney doesn’t move I glance up at her.
"Miguel, I, how, how am I supposed to fit that in my mouth?" She mutters.
"You're going to kneel on this pillow and take as much as you want."
I hold out my hand and help her off the bed. She rests her hands on my obliques as she lowers herself to her knees and my spine tingles as she drags her nails over the V at my hips and her fingers wrap around my cock.
I lean down and grab her chin before kissing her, deeply, and letting her taste herself on my lips. She writhes and when I pull back from the kiss her eyes watch my every move.
"Open up Princess." I command as I pinch my dick at the base and guide it to her lips.
She opens and slowly, my cock pushes in and the heat of her mouth spreads across my body.
Laney slurps her way up and down my length and her eyes study my reaction.
I’m nearly smothered by her consumption of me.
I might fucking blow after three dips.
"Fuck Laney, your mouth is a temple. I'm a changed man." I confess because I am.
I drag my cock in and out of her throat and as we develop a rhythm she begins to play with her tits. Her delicate fingers pinching and pulling and caressing her tight mounds.
"Are you turning yourself on, Laney?"
She garbles around my cock.
"Take what you need Princess, take it all from me."
She whines in her throat and I feel the vibrations along my shaft.
I lean forward, resting a fist on the bed behind her and roll my hips to thrust into her throat and hold it there.
Cutting off her air supply but knowing she has the lung capacity to survive.
She gags beautifully around me and her throat tightens around the head of my cock and I nearly black out from the pressure.
When her hand flies up to my thigh I pull back and let her inhale. Strands of spit drag out of her mouth and her lips are swollen. I feel my spine tighten and my balls draw up, I'm close.
"You're doing so well Laney, surrendering to me as I fuck this sassy mouth." I dip myself back in slowly and watch her eyes flutter closed. "Suck."
She hollows out her cheeks as she sucks me so hard my knees almost give out.
"Fuck Laney, that's it."
My hips start to flick forward and I thrust shallowly in and out of her mouth. Her gasps mix with my grunts and I can see her hips circling, her hands holding her tits in a punishing grip, doing everything she can to chase her own pleasure.
My spine tingles and I grab the hair at the back of her head into my fist and pump into her, chasing my release at record setting pace.
"You with me baby? Your mouth is too fucking good. I’m gonna come." My hips still with my cock halfway down her throat as my vision fades to black and I see the entire universe at once.
My cock throbs with each surge of my cum down her throat.
My chest heaves as I watch her wrist flick as she fingers herself, again. She got there with me. I got her there.
There is no going back to a time when we weren’t one fucking unit.
Slowly I drag my spent dick out of her mouth and watch the cum she didn't swallow yet drag out along her face.
"Such a perfect mess." I whisper as I help her stand and then guide her to rest on the bed. I want every unkempt, chaotic moment with her.
Forever.
"Miguel, I, ohmygods." She pants.
"You are incredible, Laney. Amazing." A smile cracks across my face and I have to fight the urge to laugh.
The tension I have carried for years has evaporated.
What black magic did she cast on me?
I don’t even fucking care. I will gladly fall under her spell and do anything she asks.
I press a kiss her temple. "I'll be right back. Crawl under the covers, baby, and get comfortable."
I help her curl under the sheets and stop in the bathroom for a warm washcloth. As perfect as she is with our releases spread across our bodies, I want her to be comfortable tonight. I watch as she gently wipes her face and then closes her eyes and rests her head on my pillow again.
Seeing her in my space gives me pause because my chest is filled with sensations I’ve never experienced before. I pull the blanket up over her shoulder, indulge myself in listening to her contented sign, and then I get us the water we never finished getting in the kitchen.
As I walk back to my room, where Laney is cuddled in for sleep, I notice how right this scene looks. How much lighter I feel.
I hand her the glass of water and she sits up, holding the sheet to her chest.
"Thank you," she says quietly before taking a sip. After she swallows she looks up to me. "I was sort of joking before, but," she pauses and looks down at her lap. "I want to stay the night."
"Like I'd let you leave now.” She’s insane if she thinks I’m letting her out of my sight ever again. "Of course you're staying the night. Tomorrow we'll ride out to Deja Brew and then you can go home, if you want to."
I’m not prepared for the emotional toll of sliding into bed behind her. We’ve shared a bed before but I never expected to be in this situation again. The bubble of a laugh fills my throat again.
I’m fucking happy.
"Okay, I'll umm need to stop home before we go tomorrow morning." Laney says as she rolls to face me. "I don't have anything to wear."
"You weren’t concerned about that earlier." I say as I raise an eyebrow and tuck my chin to look down to her.
"Well that was before I fucked myself on your counter." She says with a set to her jaw helping to bolster her confidence.
"And that changed things for you?"
She pauses. "Yes. Did things change for you?"
"Yes Laney, things have changed for me. I’m not careless with my body, or yours." Her eyes soften so I continue. "This marks a turning point in my life. All the time before thirty minutes ago was B.F.L., and now, my life is A.F.L."
"A.F.L.?"
"After Fucking Laney." She laughs and smacks my shoulder with the back of her hand. I snatch it and kiss the inside of her wrist. "How about this? In the morning we'll drive to your place to get clothes and then take our ride."
"Okay, that works." A yawn pushes past her swollen lips and I am desperate to keep her near me.
I lean back and prop one arm behind my head and hold the other one out to her. "Get over here. I'm going to hold you all night."