Chapter Thirty
The sounds this little troublemaker releases when my fingers are inside her delicious cunt are the perfect distraction. Just like she’d promised.
The problem? I haven’t even had her sliding over my dick yet, and I think I might be addicted.
“You know as well as I do that you aren’t the one in charge here.” I tsk, gliding my thumb over her clit, revelling in the way she arches into me, her face twisting with suppressed appreciation.
“I’m always in charge, Rafael, whether or not— yes, oh fuck, yes! ” She finishes on a scream. What a good little slut.
“Sorry, what was that?” I tilt my head, brows furrowed. “I couldn’t hear you over your screams, practically begging me to keep fucking this needy pussy,” I say, my cheek twitching with a smirk.
“The more you try to prove you’re in charge,” she says, panting, “the better you fuck me,” she admits, applying pressure to my shoulders as she pushes me down her body, sending my face to settle right over her dripping cunt.
Fucking hell.
Just like she wants, I dip my head down, sliding my tongue through her wetness, and a loud groan leaves my lips. God, she tastes incredible. Like everything she’s not pure sunshine.
Her tugging on my roots as her lithe body vibrates under my touch is going to have me coming in my shorts. I hate that she might be right… Maybe she is the one in charge here.
I remove my fingers, sucking them into my mouth, moaning around them until every last delicious drop is cleaned from them.
My mouth hovers over her again, and I nip and suck on her clit. Elise writhes against me, her eyes watering as she gasps, holding back her screams. “What is it, peligrosa ? You need to come?”
She nods, biting her lower lip, her brows knitted together, her perfect, beautiful fucking face a picture of anguish. “I can see this is painful for you, so why don’t you go ahead and give us what we both want?”
She shakes her head violently. “Never,” she gasps, her voice catching on a hiccup as I pinch her clit roughly.
“Just ask nicely, and I’ll make you come,” I tell her, taunting, waiting for the moment I get to watch her break apart for me, begging for what she wants, finally giving in beyond her stubbornness.
I duck my head, working my lower jaw like I had that bloody papaya earlier, scraping my overgrown stubble over her pussy as my tongue swirls and ravages her. I can tell the moment she’s gone too far, her whole body tensing, and those delicious thighs start to shake.
“Beg for it, or I’ll stop,” I grunt, my mouth never leaving her.
“Fine!” she shouts, and a wide smile stretches my lips. “You’re in charge! Now please, let me fucking come,” she demands through gritted teeth.
A groan of approval rumbles through my chest as I finish her off, bringing my thumb up to her clit to apply the firm pressure I know she needs.
I increase my movements and snake a hand up her abdomen, pressing her further against the chair, sliding my fingers under her hot-pink sports bra, finding her nipple and twisting hard.
“Oh, god!” she cries, shaking under me, her pussy becoming even wetter, soaking my face as I tongue fuck her back to hell where she came from.
As her mind comes crashing back to earth, I ravish her, cleaning up every last drop she has to give me.
Shudders continue running through her, pleasure slowly subsiding.
Her body still twitches with remnants of her orgasm, her head lolling to the side as she blinks rapidly before her gaze finds mine.
“For a cocksucker, you eat pussy pretty well,” she rasps with a lazy, satiated smile.
I bark out a laugh, the sound surprising us both. “Sweetheart, I’ll show you who’s a cocksucker.” I stand, winding a hand through her dark ponytail, wrapping it around my fist and pulling her to stand in front of me.
I shove her to the ground, not allowing her time to catch herself on her way down. She lands with a smack against the hard linoleum floors. Elise glares up at me, her ice-blue eyes becoming stormy.
“Ow,” she says very dramatically as she enunciates the word but curls her fingers around the waistband of my gym shorts, tugging on them.
“We should’ve spoken about this before we got started,” I say, my voice hoarse, “but I don’t ‘sleep with’ or ‘make love to’ anyone anyway,” I explain, making air quotes around the two vile ways in which my partners have spoken to me about what we do in the bedroom.
She scoffs, her brows pinching. “Of course we aren’t. It’s disturbing that you think you’d have to say that. We’re fucking, simple as that,” she says, unknowingly setting my mind at ease.
“Excellent, then we’re on the same page.”
“Anything else before I resume the show?” she taunts, one elegant brow raised in question.
“Yes, Elise. I like it rough. The harder and more depraved, the better. If you don’t want me to fuck that pretty throat of yours, you’re going to have to tell me now.”
She blinds me with a wide smile that shows off the top row of her pearly white teeth, her pointed canines the only thing grounding me to reality, reminding me that this woman will ruin me if I let her.
“Look at that, something we can agree on,” she says, digging her slender fingers into my shorts again, conversation officially forgotten—the way I prefer.
I lift my ass, making it easier for her to slide them down over my thighs.
My dick is fully erect, bobbing forward.
It nearly smacks her in the eye, but she dodges it by an inch.
“Jesus Christ, all this time you’ve been walking around with a weapon capable of nuclear warfare, and you still have a piss-poor attitude?
” she asks, shaking her head as she stares at my dick with a scrutinising gaze, wrapping a hand around the base.
“If I were a man and had a cock this big, you wouldn’t be able to pay me to wipe the smug smile off my face,” she says, pumping her hand up my shaft and squeezing tightly.
I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. Her tongue darts out, catching the bead of precum forming on the tip, and her moan nearly brings me to my knees.
“New plan get the fuck up and ride my cock,” I demand.
A small smile plays on her pretty pink lips, and I know whatever she’s about to do is not going to be what I asked for.
“No can do, Coach,” she whispers, her voice soft and playful. “You said to suck you off, and I’m nothing if not a team player.”
She opens her mouth wide, practically unhinging her jaw, swallowing me whole. “Jesus fucking hell.” I groan, nostrils flaring, my balls tensing as I do my damndest not to shoot my load down her throat already.
She slides her tongue along the underside of my cock, cupping my balls in one hand and the base in the other, twisting her hand to apply the perfect amount of friction as she slobbers all over me. Now I know I’m addicted .
That’s the last coherent thought I have as she sucks and swirls, bobbing her head as she moans around me, the vibration making me feel weak in the knees. Thank fuck I’m sitting.
My fingers dig into her scalp as I wrench her off of me, white-hot heat searing down my spine as she lightly drags her teeth up my dick.
She rolls her eyes at me, but there’s a hint of a smile when she grips the edge of the desk, hauling herself up.
“So, Coach, how was that?” she asks, batting her thick lashes at me, swiping the back of her hand over her swollen lips.
I shake my head, gripping her hips, and spin her to face my desk before pinning her hands to it. She shivers as I bite her shoulder and run my lips up the side of her neck, nudging her entrance with the head of my dick.
“Good start, peligrosa , but practice makes perfect,” I whisper.
I grip the base of my cock, swiping the engorged head through her slick heat, notching at the entrance of her tight pussy, but her entire body goes rigid. My eyes widen, and I pull out immediately. “What’s wrong? Was that not okay?” I ask.
She huffs out a sigh, turning in my arms to sit on the edge of the desk.
“Do you have a condom?” She tilts her head to the side, hope lacing her words.
My stomach drops to my toes as I hiss out a breath. “Fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, Elise,” I say, dragging a hand through my hair. “I got carried away, and I?—”
She presses a hand to my chest. “No, it’s fine, it’s not that I don’t want it—want you, ” she corrects, “it’s just that I’m on birth control, but one of the medications I take decreases the efficacy of my OCP, and as you can probably imagine, I have less than zero interest in getting pregnant right now. ”
Understanding works its way under my skin, slowly seeping into my blood and making its way to my brain. I nod heavily, my dick pulsing to remind me that he’s down there, waiting to be dealt with.
I run a hand up her arm, and my body sings when goosebumps erupt in a trail left by my fingers. I cup her jaw, dragging her eyes to mine.
“I understand,” I tell her, the moment sobering us both.
“I don’t have a condom, but that’s probably for the best. And for your peace of mind, I get tested frequently and haven’t been with anyone since before the last time I was tested.
I’m happy to send you that report as well.
We just”—I clear my throat—“had a momentary lapse in judgement. It was fun, but it won’t happen again.
Anything more would be too intimate anyway. ”
She swallows thickly, running her hands up my chest. She cups my cheeks, drawing me in for a mind-blowing kiss that leaves me breathless.
I’ve never had a goodbye kiss, but there’s no mistaking it. That’s exactly what this is.