Chapter 11 #2
“Right. Hand. Yellow,” he grunts, and then makes good on his promise.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, holding it hostage with his teeth, and I cry out. He’s relentless in his domination, and it’s only sheer will that keeps me upright.
“Spin the wheel.” His demand vibrates against my sensitive flesh. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he flicks my clit with a stiffened tongue. “Now, Sav. Spin.”
I’m losing control of myself faster than my brain can keep up. His tongue dives deep into my core, and I cry out as the first spasms of an orgasm huddle together, waiting for his next move.
“Do you give up?” He growls.
I remove his cock from my mouth just long enough to utter, “N—no.”
“Then spin the fucking wheel.”
I reach blindly with my left hand until I find the small piece of cardboard and spin it. My gaze is fuzzy and unfocused. Then Grey curls his tongue inside me, and a full-body tremor rolls through me.
But when he licks down, down, down toward my ass, every muscle threatens to give out.
“Right. Right foot blue.” I don’t move. I can’t. Sensations override common sense, and all I can do is hold still and accept my fate as an orgasm calls on every nerve ending I possess to wake up and get ready for detonation.
“You didn’t move.”
“I—I…”
His tongue rims my ass, and I jolt forward before pushing back against his face.
“If you come, you lose, Monroe.”
Oh shit. Shitty, shit, shit.
“And then you’re going to beg.” He says it with reverence, as though it’s a wish coming true.
“I don’t…I don’t beg.” I do, however, pant. I can barely get words out.
“You haven’t moved to your new position, and you’re about to come.”
“Does that mean if you come first, you lose?”
He grunts into my wet flesh. “I never lose.”
Game. On.
I take Grey’s cock into the back of my throat, then push a little more, forcing him past my gag reflex.
“Fuck me,” he roars.
That’s the plan, Greyson. That’s the plan.
As if he heard my unspoken thoughts, he dives in harder, more relentless than before, causing me to double down on his cock. I suck harder, move faster, greedy in my pursuit of his orgasm.
It’s a race to orgasmic bliss, and I don’t know how we’ll ever decide a winner and a loser here.
My knees fall to the floor and Grey’s grunt of approval sets off new sparks deep in my belly.
I’m not sure what happens next, but his hand is suddenly locked around my back, holding my core to his rapacious mouth. Two thick fingers plunge inside me, and I scream around his cock. He works me with fingers and lips, using my dripping wetness to his advantage.
I can’t catch my breath, and it’s like he senses it as he rams into my mouth over and over again from below.
“Come for me, Sav.”
“No.” It’s a garbled sound that’s mixed with so much saliva it comes out in a sloppy cacophony of noise.
“Fuck, you’re stubborn.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth again and keeps sucking. He doesn’t give up, and he doesn’t back down as pull after pull assaults my aching little nub.
Then his fingers, wet with my arousal, slip to my back hole, and tears form in my eyes.
I’m going to lose this battle.
But I won’t go down without a fight.
I slide down his cock until he fills my throat, then I reach around to cup his balls with one hand, while my free hand explores his body, searching for that spot I know will set him off.
“Come,” he demands.
His cock swells, and I press my finger to that sensitive spot he hates so much because it makes him lose control.
“Now, Sav. Come on my face. Let me taste you.”
He slips his finger into my ass, and I’m done.
We come in a violent torrent of groans, screams, and shaking muscles. Hot cum slides down my throat, but I’m too lost to my own orgasm to swallow properly.
Grey doesn’t relent either. He sucks, nibbles, and fucks until I know he’s going to drag a second, more devastating orgasm out of me.
At some point, I forgot how to breathe, and all I can do is soak up the sensations.
His cock, still hard, slips from my mouth, yet he continues plunging his fingers into me while pressing on my back and flicking my clit with his tongue.
“Grey,” I scream loudly enough for the roof to cave in around us. “Please.”
“Closer.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“But not good enough. I want you to beg me, Sav. Beg for my cock.”
If I do, I lose.
But is it really losing if I get a mind-numbing orgasm out of it?
I’ve lost the ability to think clearly. Somewhere, just out of grasp, I know there’s a reason I shouldn’t cave to his demands, but for the life of me, I can’t recall what it is.
All I know is I need what only he seems capable of giving me.
“Please, Grey. Please fuck me. Hard.” He flips me like a pancake. “Fast.” His hips line up with mine perfectly. “Rough.” It’s the last word I utter before he enters me in one beautifully ferocious thrust.
He cups my head in his hands and stares down into my eyes as though I hold all the secrets of the world while his cock pistons in and out of me at an animalistic pace that sets my core on fire.
“Fuck, baby. You and your magical pussy.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as my muscles seize around him. This orgasm might be the end of me.
“Why.” Thrust. “Do you.” Thrust, thrust. “Have to be.” Oh hell. He’s going to break me. “So damn stubborn?”
He pinches my clit, and I writh below him.
“Why couldn’t you just be honest with me?”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
“Why do you have to be mine?”
He consumes my body, my soul, my heart. His thumb and forefinger tweak my nipple, and he bites down on the sensitive flesh of my neck.
His words blend with my own wanton pleas, and his moans roar through my veins as though he’s the very thing pumping my blood throughout my limbs.
He owns every inch of me.
And it’s with that thought that I black out as the best orgasm of my life pulls me under and into the blissful darkness of ecstasy.