Chapter 28 #2
He rubbed the bullet against my clit and whispered, “Kneel.”
“Oh shit, Cruz, yes!” I yelled as my orgasm crashed into me.
Knowing he craved my reactions, I didn’t turn away and bury my rough cry into my pillow. Instead, I dropped my head back and screamed. The force overtook me and I realized how deeply I needed this release.
With my eyes closed, I didn’t realize he dropped his head until his loose hairs tickled my thighs, then his tongue licked my clit beside the vibrator. My feet pressed into the bed as I ground into his mouth, in complete bliss.
When I finally opened my eyes, he powered off the vibrators and slid them aside with a satisfied smirk. “What, no bratty commentary from that smart mouth?”
I shook my head.
Muscles I didn’t even know I had were relaxing. My eyes drifted closed from the sheer force of coming that hard. My brain began shutting down. I wanted him to pull me close so I could feel his strength while I nodded off.
His hands grazed my legs, gently stroking my hips, palming my thighs, caressing my knees, and drawing soothing patterns all over my legs, lulling me deeper into relaxation.
I could fall asleep like this, starfished with him kneeling between my legs, too relaxed to be embarrassed about my naked body on display.
“Well listen, I’ve been thinking …” he said, jarring me from my nearly comatose recovery.
“Eric,” I croaked in mock scorn, throat aching from screaming, keeping my eyes closed and hoping he’d get the hint, “do you ever shut up?”
“About that song …” his fingertips trailed along the inside of my thighs to the crease of my leg. When they drifted even lower onto my butt cheek, heading inwards, my eyes snapped open. “Do you think this is what she meant when she said, ‘Open the back door?’”
“Congratulations, you’ve officially ruined the song.” I tried to snap my legs shut, but he laughed and kissed the inside of my knee.
“Oh right, good girls don’t let boys touch their assholes, do they?”
Of course they didn’t. It was an unspoken rule.,I’d never even considered it and nobody had ever asked.
He raised a pinkie, trilling in an elitist voice, “Assholes are for bleaching and transporting diamonds to avoid the excise taxes.”
“I’ve never bleached it. And I always pay my excise taxes.”
He lifted one of my legs. “Well look at that, you haven’t. And it’s still gorgeous.”
Oh my god. I couldn’t believe that he not only checked it out, but complimented it.
Trying to disguise my embarrassment, I lifted my chin. “That wasn’t on your fantasy list.”
“Of course it is, baby,” he said coyly, “but you interrupted to talk about your kitchen.”
I raised a brow, trying to conceal my surprise. “You want … that?”
“Yeah, because I think you’d really,” his fingertips grazed a little lower, “really like it.”
Going there now was too much to even consider. “Not tonight.”
His fingertips reversed course as hope sprang in his eyes. “Another night?”
I inwardly preened that he’d break his rule for another night.
Fuck, I wanted another night. Or a week. What had I put in the contract? The night ends when one person leaves the premises? What if we didn’t leave? He was right that I’d left a loophole … how could I use that to extend this escape from reality?
Maybe me tying him to my bed was one of his fantasies …
“Maybe. But right now …” My gaze landed between his legs. “Looks like your refractory period is up.”
He feigned shock at the discovery that he was hard. “Well would you look at that, it is!”
This time I didn't even try to hide my laughter. I couldn’t stop enjoying him, no matter how hard I tried.
“Thanks for letting me know,” he said with an exaggerated hat tip. “Is there a reason you pointed it out? Something you want?”
I’d never had multiple orgasms with a partner or been with a man who could go more than once. For a moment, I regretted calling out his prowess. If I hadn’t challenged him, I would be showered and passed out by now.
But there he was, gorgeously aroused again. I was paying the price—and reaping the rewards—for inviting home a 26-year-old.
If I said I was too tired, he’d kiss me goodnight. And if I wanted him to stay, he would. I wouldn’t even need to ask, just nod to the other pillow. He’d know.
He leaned forward, hovering over my body while lightly biting my bottom lip. Giving me time to think, while showing me what I could have.
I decided to tap out. I’d come so hard my limbs might not function tomorrow. And he’d come too, apparently fulfilled a fantasy, so I wouldn’t leave him hanging. I’d invite him to stay so maybe we could go again in the morning …
Until he said the only thing that would spur me on.
“You’re not a quitter, are you?”
That bastard.
“No,” I glared, but I couldn’t hold it, my lips lifting to give me away. “No, I’m not a quitter.”
I reached for the pile beside my nightstand for the condom he’d tossed there earlier, mentally preparing me for where he wanted tonight to go, and flicked it at him.
He caught it and paused. “You sure?”
He knew my limbs were jelly and my mind was mush, which gave me the courage to confess, “I already came twice tonight—”
“Hard,” he added, though I wasn’t sure if he was giving me a pass or if he wanted to hear me say it. Maybe both.
“Harder than ever before with a partner,” I said to stroke his ego, and his cock stiffened. “I can't come again.”
“Victoria,” he said in his coach voice. “Can we still have fun, even if you don’t come?”
I blinked. Wasn’t that the goal?
He chuckled at my confused expression. “I’ll help you get there if I can, but I’m not handing out gold stars for your orgasms.”
My hesitation drained away with his permission not to come. To not force it, or fake it, but to just … say yes and see what happens.
“That being said,” he slid that calloused palm from my knee down the inside of my thigh, waking my desire again. “Don’t sell yourself short. You might be pleasantly surprised.”
Ugh, stop being in my head, Cruz.
He held up the condom again. “So … yes?”
Say yes, then figure it out.
I nodded. He tore the wrapper and slid it on, then squirted on more lube. He rose onto his knees, placed a pillow under my hips and lifted my foot onto his shoulder. He lined himself up against my entrance, then picked up the bullet vibrator. “You ready?”
Nervousness pulsed in my gut as he ran his crown along my folds, but I wouldn't let it derail me. He shared so many fantasies of me demanding what I wanted, so I channeled that bratty goddess energy. “Would you shut up and fuck me already?”
He laughed and pushed smoothly into my pussy, thrusting and pulsating, resting the bullet vibrator near my clit as he moved.
Quickly, he found that perfect spot on my front wall—he’d discovered it with his fingers earlier, and now knew exactly how to shift his hips to scrape against it with every thrust. I couldn’t believe it, but within a minute or two, I was screaming and writhing again.
I was lost, eyelids dropping closed, seeing only colors and shapes, every cell vibrating.
Time stopped, or maybe sped, it had no meaning. My mind went blank for the first time in my life. No thoughts, no logic, only pleasure, pure pleasure.
Eventually I gasped, crash landing to reality …
“Welcome back,” he said warmly as I blinked rapidly, taking a moment to focus. His pace had slowed, and at some point he dropped the vibrator and tilted to hover over me, those muscular biceps propping him up.
“Shit,” I said, throat parched. “How long was I out of it?”
He glanced at my clock, that bright smile blazing. “Eleven hours and forty five minutes, give or take.”
I laughed then, abundantly and without restraint, each pulse tightening around him. He grinned at my reaction, but his brows furrowed in discomfort.
I’d come explosively…but he hadn’t. His hairline and chest were drenched with sweat. Shit, had I done something wrong?
I reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. “What are you waiting for?”
“You,” he said. “I didn’t want to stop before …”
His biceps shook along the sides of my head. He may be on top, but he was letting me be in control … and that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Cruz,” I mustered my last energy reserve to make my voice firm, “Come for me, now.”
Relief washed over his face as he thrust two times more, then a third. He grunted and pressed into me one final time. His head dropped to my shoulder, yet still he hovered until I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting his weight over me and inside me.
He panted into my neck as I ran my fingertips lightly over his back, and his sensitive skin shivered under my touch. We laid like that for a moment …until my laughter broke the silence.
“What?” he murmured into my neck.
“You finally stopped talking.”
His laughter harmonized with mine as he slid out. “Don’t suppose I can convince you to shower now?”
I tossed back the covers and muttered into my pillow, “In the morning.”
Pressing up, he stumbled to the bathroom to take care of the condom and emerged with a washcloth.
“Hot as it is that you want to sleep with my cum on your tits …” he said, wiping the mess off my chest, “by morning you’ll be covered in cat fur.”
I flushed with embarrassment at long gray hairs sticking to my chest. Oh my god, he’d touched me like this? And I hadn’t noticed to clean myself off?
But before I could apologize, he teased, “Unless you’re into that …”
“You think I’m a furry?”
He lifted a shoulder as his washcloth moved down my body to wipe between my legs, which could have felt awkward, him touching there in a non-sexual way … but I just felt cared for. “It’s not my thing but if you’re into it, I’m open to discussion.”
My jaw dropped at his complete acceptance about … anything. “Sounds like we found something on my fantasy list that isn’t on yours.”
His eyes bulged, then I burst into laughter. His mouth lifted into that irresistible smile.
“Now get that fine ass into my bed, I’m tired,” I said as he slid under the sheets. I rolled to rest my head on his chest. “If you talk in your sleep, you’re banished to the couch.”
I passed out to the rumble of his laughter under my head.