Chapter 13 #3
He could see marks on her. She’d thought she was just imagining the pain, like some kind of psychosomatic-post-hallucination symptom.
Glancing down she could see the dark bruises encircling her wrists and ankles.
She supposed, if she had bruises from being strung up, it would only make sense that the riding crop had left marks on her body as well.
And she was horrified by it. She’d willingly shown Warren her ass, trying to get a rise out of him.
But not this kind of rise. If she’d known or even had the thought that he’d see what Ansell had done to her, she wouldn’t have shown him her thong at all. What Ansell had done to her—
Two fingers shoved roughly into her and she jerked, grunting in surprise.
“Attention here, Janice.” Then he was lying back slowly, bringing her with him as he removed his fingers from her.
The man had amazing core control, but he had to hold her firmly so that she wouldn’t lose her balance and fall ass first on his face.
“W-what are you doing?” She asked uncertainly as he removed her underwear.
When she was kneeling over him, both knees on opposite sides of his head, he bent her forward on top of him. “Today we’ll try something new,” he said easily. His erection had flagged, going semi-soft and she was certain it was the state of her bum that had caused it.
Damn it all. Why couldn’t she have just stripped like a normal person and jumped on the thing while he was still rock solid?
“What is it?” She swallowed nervously, eyeing the large structure of manhood from the closest position she’d ever been to it.
Yeah, she’d seen it a couple of times and always thought it was huge and that it was some kind of marvel that he could actually get something that big inside of her, but this was different.
With it right up in her face she finally had an understanding of just how truely gargantuan the man was.
It was huge in a way that left her feeling a bit emasculated. . . And she didn’t even have a penis.
“You service me down there and I’ll service you up here,” he suggested, swiping a finger down over her and sending a shiver though her body.
Janice swallowed hard. “Um. . . How exactly do I do that?” Up until this point, Warren had always been the one servicing her. She wasn’t sure she would know what to do with the monster he kept trained in his pants.
He breathed a soft laugh and she felt his body jerk and tighten beneath her.
“If you use our connection, I’m sure you can figure it out.
” He ran his tongue over her and she trembled, sighing softly, shakily.
“Besides. . .” She could hear the grin in his voice when he challenged, “I’ll be doing most of the work anyway. ”
Janice felt her quirk for competition rise up. “Are you saying you don’t think I can do this?”
“I’m saying, I think it’ll be hard for you to keep your hands moving while I’m rooting around in your garden. Yes,” he challenged.
“I’ll show you who can keep moving while they’re being overwhelmed,” she bit out, propping her elbows on his hips and grabbing his leaning tower of man meat. In an instant, it swelled and stood straighter as Warren’s growl reverberated into her. It was funny how men could be such beasts in bed.
Janice watched it nervously for a second. Unsure how to proceed when Warren’s voice sounded confidently. “I’ll give you a handicap. I won’t touch you until you get going.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She frowned, craning her head around and trying to see him.
“Just that I’ll give you some time to work out the mechanics before I start distracting you.” He didn’t crane around to look at her, just laid with his head out of sight. The only thing she could really see was his hand on her thigh, but she could hear the smug grin in his voice.
“Handicap, huh?” She frowned distastefully at his surety.
She could do this. She’d seen a sex scene or two in the movies.
. . granted, she had never been paying much attention to those movies and she couldn’t recall ever seeing someone do what she was about to attempt, but he was right.
She did have her power. And their connection.
She could, in some cases, feel what he felt.
If she used that and fed him some of her power, perhaps she could win this thing.
“I’ll show you who needs a handicap. . . ”
She could hear the grin on his face when he said, “Oh. That’s the spirit.
” She wanted to smack him for that, but the action didn’t make it past a clenching of her hand.
The response was instantaneous. Warren’s breath caught and his dick firmed in her hand.
Janice had to bite her lip as she felt a little spike of pleasure surge through her.
She fed a bit of power into his shaft through her hand as she gave him an experimental stroke. His hands tightened on her thighs as his shaft lost any trace of that rubbery soft quality it had displayed and he inhaled sharply.
“That’s cheating. . .” he muttered thickly. He felt like satin over steel in her hands and another stoke swelled moisture from the tip, every stoke resonating in her body as though he were touching her too.
She began to stroke faster, feeling the way her actions built his pleasure.
His stomach tensed under her and soon it was as though he couldn’t help the bucking of his hips into her hands.
She moaned even as he did, his pleasure and desire spurring her on as she shifted farther down his body to run her tongue over the dripping tip of his penis.
Janice stopped, froze abruptly. . . Was it just her or did this man taste a touch buttery sweet?
Warren’s voice was a curious growl when he called her name. “Janice? Is everything alright?”
She couldn’t be sure, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Just really slick and really stringy. Leaning forward, she wrapped her mouth around him experimentally. The physical spike of pleasure and lust that echoed in her was accompanied by a soft hiss and his hand tightening on her thigh.
He was breathless when his voice reached her ear. “Your mouth is like fire. . .”
She breathed a soft laugh before giving an experimental suck and moaning softly around him when her own sex clenched with wanting to the feeling of pleasure he shared with her.
The delightful flavor of him dripped over her tongue.
She’d have to ask why he tasted like a popcorn topping later, but for now, she reveled in the feel of him in her mouth as she worked on him.
Her hands moving to try and squeeze more of the delightful fluid from him as she felt him buck helplessly into her hands.
She wanted him to come like this. From her mouth and hands working on him in tandem.
She even used their connection to course correct and ferret out what felt the best. When she had finally found the sequence of strokes that drove him headlong toward release, she herself was having trouble continuing.
She could feel his pleasure build in her body, her pulse hammering through her sex and urging her on as her muffled moans echoed his.
She felt the rumbling growl that escaped him as Warren’s hand gripped her thigh tightly, almost bruising.
Then he let go and shifted. She kept up her work, a bit disappointed he no longer seemed wholly focused on what she was doing to him, but jerked in surprise when his arms snaked around her hips and he buried his face in her sex.
He’d been right. It was much harder for her to continue with his mouth on her, driving her faster toward that pleasure peak as his tongue made perfect revolutions against her clit to stall her actions entirely.
He wasn’t playing around with her either.
This time, he was single minded in driving her to be the one to climax first. And unfortunately for her, the overwhelming sensations he was quickening into her had her there in a number of seconds from her already heightened state.
Janice tried to suck, to move her hands like she had been earlier, but it was too much.
Her body trembled and she broke out in a cold sweat as she continued to moan around his member, full and dripping in her mouth.
She tried to service him, but every action she managed only seemed to exacerbate her own pleasure. . . So she tried to run away.
“Where are you going, Janice?” Warren’s voice growled hungrily over her, a touch of humor lighting the words. “We’re not done here yet. . .” He started on her again.
She had to take her mouth off of him to respond. To say something. She was going to burst. To explode, she had so much feeling built into her. If he kept going. “Warren. . .” she pleaded helplessly. “Warren, wait. . .”
“I won’t wait,” he growled against her flesh.
“You should just cum.” He held her firmly in place then, mouth devouring her with mind numbing ecstasy.
She was sure she’d lose it in a matter of moments, her moans sounding high and keening in her own ears, but her body continued to strive, always a step away from the climax he pushed her for.
She felt the faint trickle of frustration filter into her from Warren as he removed his mouth and one of his arms from her waist. His fingers took over as he growled, “I said cum. . .” the hand still wrapped around her waist reared back and smacked her behind with an alarming strength and she jerked in surprise before her release finally shuddered from her.
She wasn’t the only one surprised.