Chapter 17 Nora #2
“Do you want me to stop?” He looks at me, that dark look in his eye, and I know resistance is futile.
“No,” I say firmly. “You can keep going.”
The words that fall out of my mouth next are not mine. But yet they are.
“Make me come.”
Freddie grins, and the sight itself—that wide, beautiful grin and that hard, muscled body, gleaming cock—I think I must be dreaming for sure. There’s no way this is happening. No way this man wants me like this, but…
Freddie rubs and pulls my clit through the lace as he settles his body on top of me.
His cock drags across the inside of my thighs as his lips find my neck and he continues to torment my clit.
And then I feel him push my panties aside and slide one finger inside of me while his thumb continues its torture.
I gasp as he groans in my ear. “Fuck, Nora, you’re soaked.”
I nod, my head feeling dizzy. Everything is converging on me at once.
I feel my orgasm culminating in the distance like a hurricane about to strike.
Freddie pumps his finger inside of me, curling it to stroke something inside of me that makes me yelp. It’s not painful by any means, but the pleasure is overwhelming.
I rock my hips, thrusting against his finger. It’s not enough, I need more, I—
It’s like he just knows. Like he’s tuned in to my frequency on another level, because as I think the words he slides a second finger in and then he leaves my neck.
His head disappears between my thighs, and a moment later I feel his warm, wet tongue, lapping at my clit as his fingers curl and my orgasm hits me hard and fast.
I cry out, my thighs tensing.
“C-coming,” I breathe, expecting him to let up, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he doubles down as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue.
I feel every pulse of my pussy as his tongue probes me and my lightheadedness pitches.
My limbs feel loose as he feasts on me like I’m his favorite dessert, all the way through my orgasm, and I swear I feel another one culminating behind it.
“Wh-what about you?” I ask, breathlessly.
I know he’s got to be pressed right now, and I don’t want to leave him without release.
“I don’t need to come,” he says, but it’s the look in his eye that tells me he doesn’t mean it.
And I think about his words.
I’ll tell you to stop, but I don’t want you to stop.
I’m unfamiliar with this, but something inside me wants to try. Wants to give him what I know he needs, the same way he’s done for me.
It’s a mutual desire.
“I want you to,” I say, the words weak.
He looks at me, nodding.
“No,” he says carefully.
His hands pull my panties down to my ankles, and he slips them off as he kisses his way back up my inner thigh until his mouth finds my pussy again. His tongue circles my sensitive clit and I push him off.
“I thought you said I could have whatever I want,” I say as he looks up at me with glassy eyes.
I glance down to see his hand wrapped around his cock, a sticky string of precum stretching to the comforter below us.
He falls back onto the bed, and I watch his pupils dilate.
“Said that Daddy would give me whatever I want.”
His lips turn up in the corner slightly. So slightly I almost don’t catch it.
But that little twitch of his lips is enough to tell me he’s okay with this. More than okay.
He wants this.
Wants me. Like this.
“Yes,” he breathes, and the sound is so hot I think I’m going to melt right here into the comforter.
Rest in peace, Nora. Dead from Flash’s dirty mouth.
“I told you you can use Daddy however you want,” he says, biting his lip. “However you need.”
I crawl forward, pushing him back as I straddle his legs the way he did over me. I look up at him, his hand still wrapped around his cock, and I carefully pull it away.
His gaze and the slight nod are all I need to understand he wants me to continue.
So I do. I grasp him carefully, getting used to the feel of him. He’s thicker than Brett, and I know I shouldn’t compare, but…part of me worries I’m going to literally choke. Not just on my nerves, but…
I am anything if not polite, and it’s only fair to give back what Freddie delivered. So we’ll be even.
I flick my tongue out to lick the bout of precum collected at his tip and he groans. The sound is like music to my ears.
“Fuck, Nora…” he hisses as I suck and kiss the head tenderly, getting used to the feel, the taste of him. Salty, yet sweet.
Similar but different.
I slide my mouth over him as his hand finds my hair, his fingers slipping through the locks as he groans, faintly thrusting his hips. Like he wants to push me further, but thinks better of it.
I pop off of him, taking him in my hand as I slither up his body until I find his mouth. He opens for me without question, and I kiss him.
The motion drives my wet pussy right over his shaft, and I shiver from the feel. He moans as his body shakes.
“Is this what you want?” I ask as I do it again, noting the way he groans. He thrusts against me, his body shaking. “You want to be inside me?”
“No,” he says, turning his face. I carefully grind against him again, noting how his eyebrows furrow.
Everything he’s saying tells me he doesn’t want this, but he hasn’t said the word, so I take it to mean he does.
I’ve heard about this sort of thing before. Mostly in the books I’ve read, and once Zayne told me about something similar he did with a guy who liked the fantasy of being used.
Freddie looks at me, licking his lips, his chest heaving. He thrusts his cock against me, his shaft sliding across my wet folds and my insides start to rise, the hurricane swirling once more.
“Stop,” he says, his gaze contorting into a tight grimace. His thrusts come faster. So I grind on him a bit more. Our bodies move together in tandem, and everything is warm and sticky, though I’m not sure if it’s me, him, or…both of us, maybe?
Something about that feels important, but I can’t focus right now, because I’m too enamored with this feeling and the expressions on his face. His hands find my hips and he pushes against me, like he’s trying to push me off, but his cock twitches as he continues to thrust against me.
I stop for a moment, and he looks at me with tears in his eyes.
“Please don’t stop,” he whispers. “I’m c-close.” He swallows hard, his eyebrows furrowed. “I want to come for you.” His voice is uneven, strained, and I know he must be close based on that alone. Not to mention his throbbing cock against me.
“Please…” he begs.
I start my rhythm again, rubbing against him as I find his mouth and he groans in defeat.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers.
Those words are my undoing. I don’t think, I just kiss him. Hard. I press my body against his, his cockhead brushing my entrance, and his entire body locks up.
“Get off,” he says, his fingers digging into my sides. I try to move, but his grip tightens. “Get off of me,” he bites. “I’m going to come…”
His voice is high-pitched, and I push myself off of him, but he shakes his head. “No, please,” he growls.
His fingernails dig into my skin as he looks into my eyes. He pulls my face to his, his lips shaking against mine as he whispers, “Please let me come…”
And I realize he’s waiting for my permission.
He wants me to tell him it’s okay.
That he can.
He wants me to command him.
I don’t think twice as I thrust my hips forward, his cockhead breaching my slick entrance as I take his lips against mine and give him what I know he needs.
Permission.
“Come for me, Daddy,” I whisper. “Give me what I want.”
Freddie groans, and barely a second later, I feel his warmth flood me as be bottoms out, his cum spilling over my lips. His fingernails ease in my skin, his kiss softening as his body unravels beneath me.
It’s enough to feel him. To feel his cum glazing my pussy, marking me like a brand. He holds me close as we collapse, and I lean my head on his chest.
For a moment all there is is our heated, heavy breaths as he holds me against his solid frame and slides out of me.
And then he gets up, and I think everything has shattered.
He’s leaving.
I don’t want him to leave, I—
A moment later he comes back with a wet rag, one from the bathroom across the hall.
He looks at with warm, dark eyes as he gently wipes his cum from my nether regions, and that fact settles on me hard. Because I know now, there is no going back from this for Freddie and me.
I’ve felt his tongue, his cock.
The way he cleans me wordlessly, gently, makes my stupid heart flutter.
When he’s done, he moves to leave, and I grab him by the wrist.
“No,” I sigh. The words falling out of my mouth with far too much ease. “Daddy, please don’t go.”
Freddie looks at me, those furrowed eyebrows and dilated pupils gone soft. His expression is warm. Content.
I tug his hand and he gets in beside me wordlessly, naked. He pulls me into his arms, burying his face in my hair.
I feel his lips place a soft kiss against my temple and my entire body loosens like Jell-O.
“All better?” he asks, his voice back to that stern, firm one I know so well now.
I yawn as exhaustion hits me, his spicy scent overpowering me and his warmth blanketing me.
“Mhmm,” I murmur, threading my fingers with his.
And as I fall into slumber, wrapped in Flash’s tight embrace, all I can think about is how perfect it feels to be his princess.