14. Chapter 14
Summoner led me upstairs to his bedroom.
Tonight, I was his.
He strode across the room with his long, confident steps.
It was a large space full of dark wood and plush linens.
His bed was a massive king with a low, leather bedframe that extended into the headboard built into the wall.
The whole right side of the bedroom was a window, most likely extending up from the living room.
The New York skyline was dark and blotted with clouds.
Flecks of starlight twinkled like a celestial tease from the gods.
Summoner sat on the left side of the bed where a bottle of water waited on the bedside dresser.
He swallowed down a hardy gulp of water.
The tip of his tongue lashed across his damp lips and my lower half clenched.
Suddenly, he turned his gaze on me lingering in the doorway.
My fingernails dug into the skin on my forearms.
“Poppy?” Summoner’s low tenor was still a song to my ears.
A song that commanded me to him when he called. My steps were uncertain and slow as I walked to him. I stepped into the part between his legs and instantly his hands were on me. I was puddy, soft, and malleable under his strength.
“Oh, sweetheart…Do you know how long I’ve wanted to feel you? To touch you?” His voice strained as his hands ran up the length of my thighs to rest on my hips.
Sweetheart, a word so wickedly sweet sent, a jolt up my spine, ripping through my chest to singe my heart.
This man was going to destroy me. I wanted to say something thoughtful, sexy, and profound.
But a moan was the best I could manage. His hands inched under my shirt and skimmed over the natural softness of my stomach.
My mouth fell open as I finally experienced the overwhelming eroticism of his textured hands on my bare skin.
It was everything I could have thought of and so much more.
I was his instrument, and I desperately wanted to be played.
Summoner eased off my shirt overhead. With an assist from me, my bra fell to the floor.
His eyes widened as breasts bounced freely.
He touched my chest with his calloused fingertips.
Fondling, feeling, squeezing. His mouth sought my waiting nipples.
His delicate assault sent my head rolling back.
He hummed appreciably. My legs wobbled. I reached for an anchor to steady myself.
My hands found his shoulders. The muscles leading across his collarbone, over his shoulders to his neck, flexed and tightened as he sucked on my breasts.
My hands brushed along the side of his face.
The rough rub of his stubble grazed my palms as my hands made their way to the top of his head.
My fingers tugged his soft dirty blonde-gray hair.
With my nipple firmly between his teeth, Summoner pulled back.
A loud moan left my lips. I looked down at him, staring up at me.
I swallowed. The heartbeat in my ears became overwhelming as he inched his hands into the waistband of my leggings.
With one carefully deliberate tug, my leggings and underwear fell to my ankles.
My chest rose and fell heavily as I stood naked before a man with a wealth of experience.
His eyes darkened, yet that familiar smirk tugged at the edge of his lips.
His hand skimmed along my inner thigh. A full body shudder overtook me as his adept fingers slipped between my legs and parted my folds.
Carefully, his fingers moved against my slick core. Heat rose in my cheeks.
“… Already so wet. Sweetheart, I get you that excited, don’t I?” he purred.
I nodded. He pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him, his erection pressed against my wetness, and I suddenly worried about my bodily fluids ruining his expensive pants.
That thought was rendered moot as we kissed again.
His hands caressed my thighs and hips, leaving goosebumps trailing behind.
I ground my wetness against his bulging zipper.
Desperate mewling escaped my mouth. He took a moment to nibble playfully on my lower lip before trailing kisses down my neck.
My world turned on its axis as, with one smooth motion, he picked me up and placed me in the middle of the bed.
I gasped as I flopped onto the mattress.
Arms crossed, Summoner stood over me, appraisingly.
The intensity was almost too much. I didn’t move to shield myself and I couldn’t look away.
Summoner had a world of experience. His life was twice mine.
Part of me knew we shouldn’t be here. Yet he looked at me with need.
His eyes danced with the flames of desire.
Those beautiful green eyes. I wanted his heat to fucking consume me.
I writhed, desperately. My body ached for him.
“Poppy, if I remember correctly, you said that a man has never gotten you off. I think you even said that some have never even tried.” He shook his head. “A damn shame. I’m going to rectify that, sweetheart. I’m going to spend the night worshiping your body.”
Sweetheart.
His words spun circles, leaving me tipsy as he dropped to his knees and pushed my thighs apart.
“Beautiful. Fucking beautiful,” he muttered a sonnet to my pussy.
Summoner rested his head on my thigh and pressed kisses on the soft expanse on the inside. I shivered. Eyes twinkling, he looked up at me and asked, “When you touch yourself, how do you make yourself cum? What feels good to you?”
“…I…I get my fingers wet then touch my, uh, my clit. I like a lot of pressure there.” Embarrassment flamed my body.
For all the sex I’d had, explaining my masturbation habits had never been a part of it before.
Summoner followed my vague direction. He spread my folds.
Those fingertips that once played music for adoring fans all the world over were now being used to expose my clit.
His face disappeared between my legs. Slowly, ever so slowly, the warmth from his tongue combined with my wetness and worked its way up from my taint.
A shiver shot up my spine as his tongue flattened across my opening before finding my clit.
A jolt of white-hot pleasure shot through me as Summoner’s mouth stroked my most sensitive place.
The filthy sound of his mouth lapping up my juices fought for space against my moans.
Summoner was a man lost in the desert and my body was his oasis.
I quenched his thirst. My hands tangled in the blanket as I grabbed at anything to keep myself tethered to reality.
I yelped at the sudden invasion of his two fingers thrust inside of me.
However unexpected it was, my body clamped onto him with need.
The full sensation stirred deep in my belly.
Summoner was the teacher here. I shuddered as his fingers curved upward and started coxing a response from my inner walls in tandem with the extravagant attention from his mouth on my sensitive nub. I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“I could do this all night,” he teased.
My loss of control was gradual. A crack that started at my center, before stretching outward like a web.
My hearing dimmed except for the manic pounding of my heart.
Faster and faster. Warmth seeped into my muscles and weighed me down.
Greedily, pleasure bucked me against his mouth.
Summoner’s free hand pressed against my hip, holding me in place, rendering me a willing captive.
My back arched as pleasure overwhelmed me.
My eyes squeezed closed so hard that white blots decorated the darkness behind my lids.
Every ounce of tension in my body wound up only to melt away as I was enthusiastically pushed off the cliff, otherwise known as the orgasm.
The scream I let out was feral and unhinged.
Summoner rode out the wave of my orgasm. His speed slowed, but the intensity of his lavishing never let up. My throat was red and raw as my brain broke through the haze. Fingers still inside of me, he leaned back and looked up at me. The evidence of my orgasm decorated his face.
“Round two?” he asked.
Without waiting for an answer, he returned his mouth to my overworked clit.
I shuddered. Moans quickly replaced my whimpers as my body returned to the pleasure roller coaster.
I gasped as Summoner spread my ass cheeks.
Without warning, he gently pushed his thumb against my puckered opening.
The ample wetness from my pussy provided enough lube for entry.
I whimpered Summoner’s name through gritted teeth.
The combination of resistance and tightness annihilated all my other senses.
All I could do was feel. The pressure everywhere and all at once was my undoing.
Quickly, Summoner brought me to my release again.
My whole body bucked as the warm weight of pleasure shattered me again.
I gasped and screamed out thankful sobs as my body convulsed like a sinner in church.
Cramps locked up my feet as my toes couldn’t curl anymore.
With his mouth and hands, Summoner destroyed me.
Once the waves of pleasure eased, he again rested his head against my thigh.
“How about round three?”
“P-P-Please…I-I-I can’t,” I stammered.
He chuckled and wiped off the wetness that stained his mouth.
I was laid bare, leaving secrets and fears nowhere to hide.
Summoner stood up and pulled off his shirt.
Even with the faint light from the city outside the window, I could make out the ridges of his muscles and the definition of his abs.
Age be damned. He looked so good. My eyes widened as he stepped out of his pants.
His dick was long and thick. Veins bulged along the length of it.
Precum beaded on the tip. The presentation was pleasing.
I swallowed hard as he pulled out a foil packet from the bedside drawer.
Quickly, he ripped it open and rolled it on.
His hands ran up the length of my body as he climbed into bed.
His skin was smooth against mine. Suddenly, I felt the misplaced footsteps of nerves up my spine.
There was no turning back now. I snaked my arms around his shoulders.
His face nuzzled against my neck. My name tap danced on his lips.
“Poppy.”
The notes and cadence banished my nerves. Our mouths crashed together in a haphazard kiss. Summoner’s heat surrounded me. His scent filled my nose. His body weighed mine down. He needed to be inside me. I wanted to feel him everywhere. I burned for him.
He cupped my face gently with his hand, his fingers outstretched. My eyes met his. His eyes held a different power in the low light. His desire was measured, controlled.
Slowly, Summoner pushed into me. A strangled moan escaped my lips.
I was desperate, but he was the experienced one.
He paused, giving my body a chance to adjust. After a moment, my body allowed him to enter me.
He pushed against my walls and slid inside.
He fit perfectly. It was a delicious fullness that pushed all the air out of my lungs.
“Amazing. Sweetheart. Amazing.”
Gradually, his body began to move. His hips bucked against me as he led this sinful dance.
I gasped his name between desperate moans.
Heaviness and warmth built up in my belly.
Summoner’s hand clasped around mine. Our fingers intertwined.
I didn’t think I had another orgasm in me, but I was wrong.
Pleasure ripped through my body. The nails on my free hand dug into his back as I screamed his name.
In the hazy afterglow of another orgasm, Summoner slipped out of me and flipped me over. Unexpectedly, pulled up on my wobbly hands and knees, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me. Summoner’s worn hands squeezed my ass before bringing me back to the moment with a well-placed smack.
“Gorgeous girl,” he whispered.
I moaned. He used the head of his cock to trace lazy circles in my wetness.
My fists clenched the blanket as he filled me.
Sighing, Summoner stilled. I slumped forward, pressing my forehead against the mattress.
Our offbeat breathing filled the room. Unmoving, all we could do was swim against the tide of sensations.
Slowly, he pulled out before thrusting in again.
In and out. In and out. We built a rhythm.
His hips smacked against my ass with each thrust. The angle gave him access to my most sensitive places. I was on fire. Aroused and alive.
Summoner pressed his body against mine, lowering us both to the bed.
Tangled in the darkness, we rolled around for a moment before he maneuvered himself back on top.
He pressed me down with desire and pushed into me with longing.
I moaned as he pulled my leg around his hips.
He thrust in like a man crazed. His pace was manic as my body tightened around him.
I forced him to the edge with me. We headed to oblivion together.
I fell apart again with his name on my lips.
Several deep thrusts, and Summoner’s body tensed.
He moaned into the moonlight. His chest rose and fell harshly as he collapsed against my side.
He wrapped his arms around me, rendering me the little spoon.
In his cozy embrace, he pressed lazy kisses along my shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked.
My muscles were jelly. My pussy ached. I was spent.
“Great.”