41. A Devil’s Distraction
41
A Devil’s Distraction
Matt
I come awake in stages.
The pre-dawn light casts an eerie glow through the room, my name a familiar hushed whisper cutting through the silence.
I glance toward the sound, fully expecting Darius to be standing there, telling me to get my lazy fucking ass moving, only to be met by the sharp sting of nothing.
I inhale sharply through my nose, once again looking up at the ceiling as I shove the pain aside, burying it beneath false hope and wishful thinking.
I roll to my right, directly into a warm body.
She's here.
I reach out for her, forcing my arm beneath her, the other reaching around and gripping the back of her thigh, pulling her over on top of me.
At first, she's dead weight, but within moments, she comes awake, the tension in her body almost thwarting my mission to move her.
"Matt," she mutters sleepily. "What are you doing?"
I ignore her question, instead continuing to manhandle her until she's lying on top of me, exactly where I want her.
I wrap my arms tightly around her back, one hand pressing against the back of her head as I lift my face into her neck and breathe her in.
Peace.
She mutters to herself but doesn't attempt to break free, so I relax my hold, reveling in her comforting weight on top of me.
I press my hips up, rubbing my dick between her legs, earning a soft moan from her. She presses her hands into the mattress on either side of my head, some of her weight shifting back as she looks down at me with a knowing smile on her face.
“Touch my neck,” I whisper, feeling desperate to be lost in her.
She shakes her head, replying quietly, “Not this time,” then laughs as I glare up at her.
“Why not?”
She shrugs, sitting up fully and then turning and falling back on the mattress where she was before.
I sit up, leaning toward her, as I ask, “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you.”
I frown again, confused about what's going on. “Waiting for what?”
“For you to take what you need.”
Anxiety bubbles up in my chest, and words immediately stick in my throat. She reaches up and grips the edge of her sleep dress, wiggling and yanking it up over her head, and then tosses it on the floor.
She turns toward me slightly, getting her elbow up underneath her so she's resting her head on her hand, and then she says, “Do it.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, pushing down the anxiety that I can't even explain. She waits a long minute and then another, staring me down. When I still don't move, she says, “I'm serious, Matt. It's okay. Just take what you need.”
Trust shines in her eyes, the relaxed position of her nude body proving she means what she’s saying.
Yet still, anxiety jackknifes through me, releasing with a guttural growl as I search her gaze for any type of hesitancy. Finding none, I slide closer to her. "Fuck it."
The smile on her lips is challenging, self-satisfied, so I reach out, grabbing her by the hair at the back of her head, yanking her head back sharply.
She gasps but also laughs breathlessly. “That's right. Fucking take it.”
“Oh, I'll fucking take. I’m gonna take until you beg me for more.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off by pressing my lips against hers, shoving my tongue inside, and basically mauling her.
She squeaks, so I attempt to pull back, but her hands move to the back of my head. She pulls me closer, opening her mouth wider, her tongue seeking mine.
I moan into her mouth, suddenly frantic to be closer, to be inside her.
I pull away, moving into the middle of the bed, grasping her by her legs and yanking her down. Crawling up the bed, I straddle her head, then lean forward, bracing my weight on one hand. I slide the other between her thighs, spreading her legs for me.
She gasps beneath me, her breath warm on my inner thigh as she turns her head and licks me. Taking more of my weight on my hand, I lean closer, licking a path down her stomach, up over her pubic bone.
I latch onto her clit without preamble. Her breath catches, and then she moans, her hips pressing up as I eat her. My lips and tongue are firm against her flesh, my teeth nipping as I shake my head, sucking her clit into my mouth.
I move my free hand between us, grabbing my dick and holding it for her. “Suck me, sugar.”
Her tongue is hot and wet on my throbbing flesh, and I groan loudly. “Don't play with me. Put it in your mouth. I want to fuck that throat.”
Enveloped in the wet heat of her mouth, I moan, reveling in the feel of her tongue stroking, her lips a tight band, sliding down me.
I latch back onto her, easing down onto my forearm so I can loop my arm around, sliding a finger inside her. She moans around me, and I press in deeper, sliding in and out of her mouth in time with my finger in her cunt.
I slide out of her mouth, immediately shoving back in, the sudden tension in her body making me immediately pull back, still worried I might hurt her.
Cool air hits my dick, and then her hands are circling the back of my thighs as she gasps, “Don't stop. Fucking use me, you asshole. All of me. Take what you need.”
With my mouth still pressed between her legs, I shake my head, but then she closes her legs around me, her thighs pressing against the sides of my head as she bucks her hips up and says loudly, “Don't be a fucking pussy.”
Startled by her words, I freeze, but then, after a moment, I attempt to twist my head out of her grip as she laughs. “If I wanted to fuck a pussy, I'd go find me a woman. Is that what you want?"
I frown at her question, my head locked between her legs, her hands pressing against the back of my thighs. She lifts her head, her hot breath and wet tongue on my balls, and then she licks the underside of my dick. “Or would you rather I find another man—”
I cut off her words by lying flat against her body, pressing my full weight into her as my hands yank her thighs apart. Then I'm off the bed, one hand gripping her hair, yanking her across the mattress until she's sprawled with her head off the edge.
I grab her face, squeezing her cheeks with my index finger and thumb, and she pants, excitement in her eyes and vibrating through her entire body as I lean in close. “The first thing you're going to do is shut your fucking mouth.”
She laughs again, and I shake my head, once again turning my body so I'm facing her feet. Then I place my dick at her lips and say, “Open up.”
She glares at me, her words rather garbled as she says, "But you told me to shut my fucking mouth."
I growl, gripping her head more firmly in my hands, tilting her head down, and forcing her mouth open. She makes an exclamation of pleasured surprise, and I shake my head as I force her mouth open, shoving my cock inside. “Don't fucking bite me.”
She smiles around my dick, and I shake my head. ”You fucking like that? You like choking on my cock, sugar?”
She bobs her head slightly as she nods, and I slide my dick in deeper until the very end of me is pressing against the back of her throat.
I slide in and out slowly, constantly pushing right to the back of her throat. I scan down her body, taking great pleasure in seeing her lying there, her knees bent and her feet flat on the bed.
Leaning forward, I brace myself on the mattress with one hand, slapping at her legs with the other. “Spread your fucking legs. Let me see my pussy.”
She hesitates for a moment, so I slap her thigh again and then again until her legs fall open. I hunch over so my face is directly in front of her cunt, running my nose along the outside until she's squirming.
I thrust deep into her mouth, a thrill going up in my spine at the sound of her choking. I lick her clit, moving my hand down so I can push two fingers inside her pussy.
She moans around my cock, the vibration coming up her throat and straight into my balls. I lick her faster, my fingers spearing her in time with my fluttering tongue and thrusting cock.
I pull my hips back, allowing her to draw in a ragged breath before shoving deep again, sucking on her clit, shoving my fingers deep, and pulsing rhythmically.
Now, she sobs, her feet flat on the mattress, and she presses her hips up, pushing her cunt against my face as she moans her pleasure.
I pull back slightly, breathing heavily as I gasp out, “That's right, sugar. You fucking come for me. You fucking come for me while I fuck your throat.”
I ease off her, allowing her air for a few beats before I dive back in, sucking on her clit, using my tongue and lips as I finger fuck her.
I drive my cock into her mouth, this time shallower, wanting her to focus on her own pleasure.
And then she comes. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, her inside walls quivering, pulsing. I push my cock into her throat, blocking her air as she shrieks and sobs.
I wait until she starts to quiet, then I pull out, allowing her to drag in a ragged breath as I focus on fucking her with my fingers, my mouth working feverishly on her clit.
She comes again, cursing and shrieking, and a zap of pure ecstasy runs up my spine as I push her and push her and push her over the edge.
I don't stop until she's lying there limply, one of her hands slapping at my leg tiredly.
I step away, wiping the proof of her release off of my chin with my fingers. I kneel by her head, shoving those same fingers in her mouth as I ask, “Don't you taste delicious, sugar?”
She doesn't say anything, but she does close her lips around my fingers, nodding, and when I remove my fingers from her mouth, she giggles.
I lean down, pressing my lips against hers, making sure she can taste herself on me before I pull back, gripping her hair again, using one hand on her back to shift her upward until she's sitting.
I wrap an arm around her waist, yanking her backward, and she yelps as I swing her around so she's kneeling on the floor, her torso stretched out across the bed. She turns, looking at me with soft eyes as she asks, “What are you doing?”
I kneel behind her, using my knees to spread her legs wide. I rub my dick against her pussy as I reply, “Taking what I need.”
I shove inside, hissing at the stretch of her around me. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against her back, allowing pleasure to enrobe me in peace.
She adjusts her stance, leaning the front of her body into the mattress as she shoves her ass back against me. I slide in deeper, my balls slapping against her clit, and she gasps. “Yes. Fuck. Just like that.”
I straighten, bracing a foot on the floor, using my leverage to boost her up as I grip behind her knee. I yank her leg up, spreading her wide open for me as I push inside sharply, burying myself balls deep inside her slick pussy.
I lean forward, blanketing her with my body. Pressing my face into her neck, I say gruffly, “This won't take long.”
I rotate my hips, pulling out slightly and then shoving in deep, and she moans again, pressing back against me, begging for more.
I slide my hand between her and the mattress, pressing my fingers against her clit firmly. I don't bother with gentleness. Instead, I thrust into her hard and fast, my fingers on her clit rubbing in cadence with the rut of my body into hers.
She eggs me on with whispered curses and words of affirmation, begging me to take what I need while giving her everything.
And then she comes again, a whimpering sob that grabs me by the balls and yanks me over the edge with her.
I groan against her neck, my teeth sinking in, leaving a wet trail of saliva on her skin. “That's fucking right, make me come. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come.”
My hand moves to the back of her head again, and I grip the hair at the nape of her neck, yanking her head to the side. I scrape my teeth up her neck, fire running through me as my dick throbs inside her, my hot cum painting her insides. “You’re fucking mine. Mine for me to take, mine for me to have. All mine.”
After a moment, I collapse on top of her, my cheek wet with my own saliva. I move to lift myself off her, but her hand comes up, hooking around so her palm is on the back of my head, and then she whispers, “Stay. Not yet.”
So, I relax back on top of her, bringing my forearms in so they're pressed against her, protecting her from my weight.
And then I just breathe.