Chapter Four #3
Maybe I can flip the whole snaring operation and make the bunny think he’s the predator. I’m curious to see how long he’s willing to keep this bossy behavior up.
“And what would you like me to do, sir?”
He lets out a groan filled with dark desire, but I still see hesitancy in his eyes. “Let’s start by sucking on my dick.”
“That sounds tempting, sir.” I pull my lower lip inside my mouth and look straight at him, assuming a seductive pose like a master coquette.
“That mouth of yours. I’ll fuck it so hard, your sore throat won’t be able to utter a snarky word for hours,” he counters, almost making me come right on the spot. Wow, he’s so filthily perfect. I’m not sure who’s seducing whom here anymore.
I sniff, not wanting to surrender just yet, even though that extraterrestrial bumpy dick is screaming my fucking name, twitching and leaking. “Only hours? Dilettante.”
“On your fucking knees, Akira.”
Ohhh, he full-named me, which means business. “Go to hell.”
“I’m already there. You torture me every fucking day.” His voice lowers, turning menacingly demanding. “Now kneel.”
His blue eye have darkened; I can almost see the domineering flames burning inside, they make my balls and blood boil. He wants it, but at the same time, he thinks I’ll retreat.
So very, very slowly, I shift down until my knees touch the carpeted floor and he’s looming over me like a sexy demon. Ripped clothes, blond hair cascading only on one side of his face, thighs wide open. And he smells amazing.
I take it in my hand, feeling the weight of him. The heat. He’s so hard, veins straining against the thin skin. River wraps his large hand around mine, and the other grips my hair, pulling my mouth over his dick. Beads of precum cover the thick cockhead. I want to taste those beads.
“I’ve waited a long time. I’m already at the end of my limit.” He sounds almost desperate.
What does he mean a long time? Hasn’t he had sex in a while? Now is no time to talk, though. He can still change his mind at any moment. I need to slowly lure my prey toward the foothold trap with honey.
My hand falls down on his knees and then trails up until it grabs on his thick, tensed thigh.
His scent envelops me, mint and tobacco, but also soapy sandalwood.
My tongue comes out, and next his rich intimate taste explodes on it.
His answering groan is everything. Is this what cum is supposed to taste like?
Rich, salty, and yummy? Who needs water when I can drink River’s milk?
I moan as I glide my lips around the meaty tip and suck hard, wanting more of it, swirling it in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. It feels smooth and hard, hot and heavy, filling my mouth perfectly. Everything I’ve dreamed about in the last month.
My eyes remain on his face as his heat even more. “Fuuuck, Aki. You like it,” he hisses, before letting out the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
If by it he means his bumpy cock, hell yes, I like it.
“Stick out your tongue.”
My mouth drops open, and he hums in satisfaction. He slaps his hard cock against my tongue, my lips, my chin, before pushing the tip inside.
“Suck it.”
I moan as my lips close once again around him, and I’m hit by his taste, so familiar and intoxicating.
I slide more dick between my lips, feeling those hard beads brushing on my tongue and on the roof of my mouth. It’s an odd sensation that excites me even more. My hand moves to my dick inside the lace, but his shoe suddenly presses on it.
“No touching unless I say so,” he orders me. Is this some kind of payback? And why do I like it? I move my hand back to his thigh, digging in my nails until I feel his skin.
River hisses. “Open wider. I want to go deeper.” He pushes my head forward, forcing his cock down my throat. I can’t breathe, and my dick is about to explode. He’s plundering his cock deep within, and the feel of those beads stroking the walls of my throat is making me lose it.
His thrusts are rough, uncontrolled, and it’s a struggle to keep my eyes on him, but I don’t want to look away. All that man towering over me, heavy-lidded gaze locked on mine
“Spilling such lewd moans while your mouth is filled and dripping with spit. Aki, fuuuck!”
He pulls his dick out and starts jerking it off. The tip bumping against my swollen lips.
“Open,” he growls the order.
“Yes, sir,” I tease, but open my mouth wide and even stick out my tongue. Need to make it good for him if I want him to come back for seconds.
He starts jerking, giving me the sexiest sight ever.
His large, rough hand wrapped loosely around that big cock, pumping fast, pulling down the foreskin, making the head wet, weeping more and more.
My tongue slicks my lower lip impatiently and eagerly.
His grip on my hair tightens, just shy of pain, before the first spurt of cum hits my chin.
His eyes shine with unfiltered lust as a low growl rips out of his throat. “Take my load. Ahhh.”
I moan, unable to stifle my pleasure in watching him coming completely undone under my eyes. I’ve never seen River this free. So damn hot. I lick the cum from the corner of my mouth, but before I can taste more, his fingers scoop most of it up.
He stands up, pulling me with him and spins me around, pushing me to walk until we reach the mirrors. It feels like my body is tingling all over. Those rough hands on my waist and on the back of my head, brushing my chest, my neck, my ear. It’s like a current of electricity running between us.
“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he asks in a hoarse voice. “If you don’t stop me, I’ll keep going.”
“I fucking hope so,” I moan.
“You up for more?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod eagerly, staring at his serious face in the mirror. His arm is around my waist, holding me still, while I feel his slick fingers inside my boxer briefs, sliding between my ass cheeks.
He’s using his cum as lube. The erotic thought urges me to bend toward the mirror, and moving my hands back, I spread my cheeks to help him hurry up.
“Fucking hell, Aki. You want it.” He sounds conflicted, angry, on the edge of losing control.
“That’s right. Shove those fingers in…sir?” My pleading tone is fake.
But my smirk drops as a thick finger spears inside me, and I whimper his name as he starts pumping. He’s inside me. My mouth opens to let out heavy breaths as ecstasy I’ve never felt before blinds me when he hits a certain spot, adding another finger.
“Hot shit, right there!”
He stops. “Right there, what?”
I hiss angrily. I need more. I want more. “You prick! Sir!”
As soon as I say the word, another finger enters me, and I almost see stars between the bliss and the stretching.
I open my eyes, and they instantly focus on his face. “Let me see you.”
He just stares at me; his finger rhythm falters knowing what I mean.
“Now! Fuck the sir, I want to see all of you.”
He tucks the hair behind his ear, putting on display the left side of his face, and goddammit. “You are so handsome.” I moan even louder.
His eyes are now gleaming with a predatory hunger I’ve never seen before.
“Don’t let them hear.” He glances at the door.
“Like they’d dare come in,” I’m barely able to say, as he keeps working my hole. Doing it with a dildo felt pleasant, more a means to an end. River’s insistent, long, warm fingers are on a whole different level.
“I don’t want them to hear you!” he barks.
Why is that sexy? I can’t help feeling these damn flutters inside my chest.
“Cover my mouth, then,” I let the order slip out. Fuck it! I’m not a submissive person, and he knows it. It’s a miracle that I let him be this bossy—and liked it. I feel him tense behind me before his palm presses against my lips. I instantly part them to lick it. I love the taste of him.
“Is this what you wanted? To be fingerfucked in a public place?” he suddenly asks me; his voice feels red-hot on my temple.
I’m impaling my hole on his fingers, thrusting my hips fast and hard, what does he think?
“Ahhh. So good,” I slur against his hand.
“Imagine my dick.” His tempting words fill me with explosive lust. I feel it then, hardening again against my back. Fuuuck, how much I want to feel those multiple beads inside me.
“Yes. Yes.” My cry is muffled by his palm. My chest is burning as if someone lit a fire in it.
“God, you’re such a slut for it, Aki. Better than I…”
Better than what?
He shifts behind me until I feel his dick sliding inside the boxer briefs, under my balls, and coming out of the lace between my legs. “Close your thighs.”
As soon as I do, he starts pumping his shaft between them while continuing with the finger fucking.
The sensation of having him use me to get off, stroking himself half-inside my briefs is mind blowing.
Where did he learn this? Has he done it before?
With another man? A ball of possessiveness and jealousy rises inside my chest. I’m going to bite him so hard when we are done until he tells me dates, names, and addresses of every fucker he’s hooked up with.
His cock glides back and forth, rubbing my balls, making my dick throb and ache as the lace shifts with the movements, brushing against the sensitive skin, making my eyes cross.
The reflection of us in the mirror is almost orgasm-inducing.
The vulgar sight of his wet cockhead punching its way out of my boxer briefs and between my thighs, those beads appearing and disappearing as my brain registers the feel of them against my skin, make me shiver.
My dick jolting, looking all angry red, ready to weep.
River keeps thrusting, letting out sexy groans near my ear.
His hand is again around my neck, holding my face still.
“The lace feels so good. Fuck, but your skin is way softer. Tighten those legs and let me fuck them good.” More dirty words. I bite and suck on his palm as I do what he wants.
I feel like a helpless doll, my body is listening only to him. I fucking love it, him driving me over the edge with that intense, lusty expression on his face. What kind of kink could spawn from this? I’m eager to find out.
His fingers are hitting my prostate over and over, but I need more. My hips are frantically moving, chasing the invisible bliss hanging in front of me. So close. I lift my arms and grab his hair with both hands, pulling his head impossibly closer to mine.
“I need to touch my cock.” I move my eyes to his in the mirror, even though my sight has turned a little blurry. “Please, sir,” I moan the words shamelessly, knowing they will get me what I crave.
The hand on my mouth forces my head to the side and slides down my chest, pinching one nipple. Fuck! And as his lips start devouring me, his fingers wrap around my dick, making me jolt with anticipation.
I’m being attacked from all fronts—mouth, ass, cock, balls—and the ecstasy I’m feeling is indescribable. Every point of contact between us feels like it’s burning me. His hands branding me.
He suddenly hooks his fingers inside me just as his palm twists around the tip of my dick and his length stokes against my boiling balls.
I let go of his tongue to give life to a long, loud moan which he promptly muffles with his mouth once again.
My sight turns white as an ecstasy I’ve never thought could exist overwhelms me.
My body arches as I feel blazing cum shooting out of me, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers.
His sudden growl makes my lips vibrate, and I feel wetness hitting my balls and my ass.
His warm cum keeps spurting on my skin, in my boxer briefs.
I can’t see him, but just imagining it forces more jizz out of me. The bliss is slowly subsiding, but River created a beast inside me. And it will soon be hungry for more.
I feel his fingers slowly sliding out of me. Fuck, I don’t like the sensation. It stings, and the emptiness is…strange. Like my body is already used to being filled by him.
A couple of minutes go by before he calls my name. “Aki.” His tone is heavy. I don’t like to hear it.
So I exclaim, “You ruined my lace boxer briefs!”
“I’ll buy you ten more,” River grumbles back. His forehead is pressing against my shoulder. He’s hiding his face from me.
“Then feel free to ruin all of them,” I tell him cheekily. Should I also tell him I bought them from his brother’s website?
I feel his bare chest vibrating with laughter behind me, as his arms wrap around me like vises. I wish he would show me his beautiful smile. I grab his hand and give his finger a hard bite.
“This fucking canine habit of yours,” he mutters. I spin around in his arms and cup his face to give his cheek a nibble.
“You are just so…bitable,” I confess, in case he hadn’t noticed already.
He’s avoiding my gaze, but I can already see the regret forming on his face. It irks me so fucking much because we didn’t even actually fuck, and I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life. While he’s clearly wishing this never happened.
My bad temper gets the better of me, and I let out a half howl, half groan before closing my mouth on the delicate skin of his neck, sucking on it like a starved vampire.
“Fuck!” I hear him curse, but he doesn’t try to push me away, not until his phone starts vibrating.
I already know who that is. Kumicho. The bitch must have let her father know about our meeting, and he must have called the big boss. I really don’t want to ruin my afterglow buzz. But it’s time to think about work now.
I hear River telling Kumicho I will call her in a minute before he hangs up.
Then he styles his hair again to cover part of his face and grabs the biggest sweater from the clothes hanging near the mirrors to replace his slashed shirt.
I’m putting on a pair of gray pants when he’s finished and lets me know he’ll wait outside.
“If you ever do this with someone else, they will die.” I let the threat float between us as he opens the door.
He stops like he’s about to say something, but after a moment he simply closes the door behind him.
I smirk, not in the least discouraged by his reaction—not after what we just did.
I mean who would have thought I’d be into this submissive shit and River into the whole sir calling.
I want to explore more with him. But is he going to let me?
Or does he think this is a pump and dump kind of situation?
Like I’d ever let him do that to me, I snort.
Need time to think about phase two of Operation Snaring the Obstinate Bunny.
Oh, the possibilities…