Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
ISAIAH
Bringing the beers from the empty apartment had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I was glad I did.
I never thought I’d be sharing a beer with another human being.
I hadn’t done it before; it was something other people did.
I wasn’t really the sit-down-with-others-and-shoot-the-breeze-over-drinks kind of guy.
I was more a shoot-them-dead guy, but surprises were springing up from every angle these days.
And I had another first with Abigail to add to the list.
The more she drank, the cuter she got, with her rosy, red cheeks and innocent little giggles.
“You’re a bad influence,” she sniggered, pointing her finger at me, before taking another sip of her beer and emptying the bottle.
“Never claimed to be anything else,” I replied, and I fixed her with a stare to let her know it was time to take things up a notch.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” The blush on her cheeks spread to her neck, and when she licked her lips, I knew I was done for.
“Like what, Abigail?” I lifted my bottle and drained it as I kept my eyes on her. Then I put it on the coffee table and sat back, placing my arm on the back of the sofa.
“Like you’re about to eat me?”
I couldn’t stop the smirk on my face from spreading wider, and with hooded eyes, I glared back at her. “It’s funny you should say that, because I haven’t told you what game we’re playing yet.”
She swallowed, nervously peeling the label off the empty bottle she was holding. I reached forward and took the bottle from her hands, placing it next to mine on the table.
“Go on,” she said, and I watched her for a moment, savouring the feeling of being totally at ease with another person. So at ease, that I didn’t want to hold back anymore.
“This game is called How Many.”
She frowned. “How Many what?”
I slid across the sofa to move closer, and my desperation for her felt like a palpable entity. My need a fire that was sparking between us, making me feel alive. I knew she felt it too, I could tell by the way her eyes grew wider as she gave a sharp intake of breath and stared back at me, waiting.
“How many orgasms I can give you in one night,” I said, putting it out there. I wasn’t going to filter myself or hold back.
“That sounds like an... interesting game.” She hiccupped, and I narrowed my gaze, asking her, “Are you sober enough to do this? Consent is important to me.”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“I’m sober enough to say yes.” She held her thumb and forefinger together, leaving a tiny space between them. “And this tipsy to know I want to play your crazy game.”
“That’s good to know,” I replied, manoeuvring myself, forcing her to lie back on the sofa so I could hover over her.
I leaned into her, inhaling the delicious scent of her neck as I whispered, “I want to find out every way I can make you scream. I want to touch, taste, and fuck you until your whole body is shaking, you lose control, and I become...”
“The master?” She finished the sentence for me.
“Exactly.”
I started to kiss her, stroking my tongue against hers as my hand slid from her thigh up to her waist. She kissed me back, giving the sexiest moans as she did, moans that made my balls ache and my dick throb. If she kept it up, I’d be coming in my pants.
I trailed kisses from her mouth to her neck, sucking on her delicious skin, and then moved slowly down her chest to her tits.
She was wearing a white blouse with buttons up the front, and I sat up, taking either side of the blouse in my hands and ripped it open.
The buttons flew everywhere, and I watched as she panted, her chest rising and falling as she waited to see what I’d do next.
I leaned down, opening my mouth and taking her bra-covered nipple into my mouth and bit down.
She gasped and pushed her chest forward, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to bite into her skin, mark her as mine.
I slid my hand up her back to unhook her bra, then pushed it off her tits and clamped my mouth over her nipple, sucking and biting her until she was writhing underneath me.
I sucked hard, using my teeth and tongue to stimulate her, and her nipple pebbled in my mouth as she moaned and begged for more.
I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and moved to the other one, biting it, licking and then blowing gently before I sucked it into my mouth.
I used my hands to massage her tit as I went to work on her nipples, sucking and licking over and over until her moans became more needy and she started to rock her hips against me. I knew she was close.
I pushed her tits together and used my tongue over both nipples, devouring her tits like a starving man.
She started to cry out, squeezing her eyes shut, and then, as she lifted her hips, she came, moaning through her orgasm as she gasped, “Yes.”
Her mouth was open, and she gave gentle pants as she savoured every pulse and spark of her orgasm. Then, she slowly opened her eyes, dilated pupils shining back at me as I told her, “That’s one. Let’s keep going.”
I sat up and grabbed the waist of her skirt, which thankfully was elastic.
Frantically, I pulled it down her thighs and then threw it to the floor, leaving her lying beneath me in her panties.
She was so fucking beautiful, and I forced her legs open, lifting her knees and pushing them up.
The scrap of satin between her thighs, covering her pussy, was soaked, and I leaned down and inhaled, closing my eyes to appreciate her, homing my senses so I could get lost in her scent.
Desperate for more, I put my mouth on the wet fabric and sucked, and she squirmed.
I was so close to her pussy, and I knew what she needed. I needed it too.
Feral instincts took over, and I ripped her panties off, and then, with my tongue, I licked from her entrance to her clit, holding her pussy lips open so I could taste her as deeply as I could.
She whimpered when I reached her clit, and I moved my fingers to the hood of her clit, opening her up and massaging her with my tongue.
I sucked and nibbled, circling my tongue and rubbing her as my fingers stroked around the side, and I could feel her hips tilting as she rocked against my mouth.
She reached down and put her hands in my hair, holding me where she wanted me, and she cried out, “Just there. That’s it. That’s so... ahhh.”
Her legs started to shake as her clit pulsed, and then I felt a rush of warmth from her pussy as she came on my tongue. I clamped my mouth over her clit and sucked as she moaned and cried, “So good.”
My cock was straining in my jeans, so hard it was painful, and I reached down to adjust myself. Then, I moved my tongue from her clit to her pussy, fucking her with my tongue as I stroked her clit with my fingers.
“Let’s go for number three,” I muttered before plunging my tongue back inside her.
She tasted fucking delicious, velvet walls that I couldn’t wait to feel clenching my tongue when she came again.
I licked her walls, massaging them with my tongue as I rubbed her clit with my fingers.
She writhed beneath me, gasping and thrusting her hips.
And then I felt it, strong contractions as her inner walls squeezed against me, and the warm liquid of her cum flooded my mouth.
“Please,” she begged, and I kept going, drinking her and making this third orgasm as strong as I could her for.
I loved that she responded so well. Making her orgasm made me feel like a fucking God.
And as the third orgasm waned, I switched it up, pushing my fingers into her pussy and licking over her clit, stroking her walls and teasing her G spot.
A rush of liquid spurted from her pussy, soaking my fingers, and she made a mewling sound as she gave me her fourth orgasm.
“Such a good girl,” I told her. “But we’re just getting started, Little Killer. I need your count in double figures. You need to give me more.”
She didn’t argue. She was already gone. She’d submitted to me and there was no turning back.
I sat up, my face glistening with her cum, my fingers soaked, and I told her, “Turn over. I want you on all fours, ass in the air.”
She did as she was told, pulling her blouse off and ditching her bra so she was completely naked.
Then she gripped the edge of the sofa and pushed her ass in the air, and I had to stand up, pop the buttons of my jeans and pull them down.
I needed my cock to be free so I could jerk myself off while I carried out the next part.
I needed to come so badly. I pulled my T-shirt off too and then climbed back onto the sofa behind her and told her, “Your pussy tasted delicious, but I bet your ass tastes even better.”
She gasped as I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, then I ran my tongue over her pink puckered hole, licking over it before I pushed my tongue inside. This time, her moans were louder.
“You like that, don’t you? You like having my tongue in your ass, fucking you.”
I pushed back inside her, and she whimpered, her head hung low as she gripped the arm of the sofa. I licked and sucked her asshole and then pushed my fingers into her dripping pussy, and within seconds she was coming, her pussy squeezing my fingers and her ass contracting on my tongue.
“Holy fuck,” she cried as she spasmed hard, and I pulled my fingers free, grabbing my cock as it throbbed.
I gave myself a few pumps, desperate to feel a release too.
I sat back, watching her writhe and moan as I stroked my cock, and seeing how submissive and needy she was made me come hard all over her ass.
White hot ropes of cum coated her ass, and I couldn’t stop myself from smearing it over her beautiful skin, massaging her ass cheeks and then using my finger to push my cum into her asshole.
She reared back, pushing against my finger, and I held her hips steady as I started to finger fuck her asshole.
I thrust my finger into her, stretching her tight hole and stroking her inside.
She was panting now, and I told her, “You can take it. Come on my fingers first, and then you can come on my cock.”
She liked that, and as I plunged another finger into her, she started to cry louder, coming again, soaking the sofa with her release as she thrust against my hand.
With my free hand, I held my cock and pushed it against her pussy, teasing her.
Then, when her orgasm started to wane, I pushed my cock into her pussy and then fingered her ass while I fucked her.
I slammed into her hard, and she braced herself against the arm of the sofa as I rammed into her tight little hole.
“I’m fucking your pussy and your ass, and it feels so fucking amazing,” I gasped, and all she could do was whisper, “Yes,” in response.
“Do you like that? Do you like me stretching your tight pussy and ass, fucking you with my fingers and cock? Feeling my piercings inside your pussy. Does it drive you crazy?”
My words sent her spiralling again and she came, crying as her whole body shook.
“I won’t give up, I’m gonna keep going,” I told her, taking my cock out of her pussy when her contractions slowed, and pushing my rock-hard cock against her asshole.
“You’re gonna take me in here, aren’t you?
” She nodded. “You’re gonna let me put my cock in your ass and come inside you.
” Another nod. “And you’re gonna love feeling my piercings in your ass. ” She whimpered in agreement.
She wanted everything I had to give. So, I edged my cock slowly into her asshole, giving her chance to adjust to my size, using our cum to lubricate her.
Eventually, her tight muscles eased a little, and I pushed in further, sliding my cock into her and holding her hips steady. Inch by inch, I filled her tight little asshole until I was balls deep.
“Are you ready?” I asked, and she gave the sexiest, “Yes,” I’d ever heard.
I pulled my cock out and then slammed back in, starting to fuck her faster. I watched her ass cheeks ripple as I rammed my cock into her, grunting as I felt the tingle in my spine and the tightening in my balls.
“I’m gonna come in your ass,” I moaned, and she started to come again.
The way her body tightened around me was my fucking undoing.
I started to come, my cock throbbing in her ass as she shook beneath me, her whole body going into shock from the intensity of her orgasms. She came multiple times, one orgasm crashing into another, and I rode that fucking wave with her until we both collapsed on the sofa, panting and shaking.
I held her in my arms as she started to shiver. I needed to get her to the bed to warm her up.
“How many was that?” she asked as she tried to regulate her breathing.
“I don’t know. I lost count,” I replied, and she started to laugh.
“I think we made double figures, so you can rest assured, you won that one.”
“I won?”
“Yes. That’s the most orgasms I’ve ever had in a day. Probably a whole week if I’m being honest.”
“I dunno,” I sighed. “I think you could give me a few more.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” she joked breathlessly.
“I think you’re the only person I’ve met that I don’t want to kill.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. I meet a lot of people.”