17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Beckett
I don’t have to read minds to know what thoughts are rushing through her head right now.
Between the look on her face and the fact that her nipples pressing against me are becoming harder by the second, I think it’s safe to assume exactly where her thoughts have gone. If she could see inside my head, she would see a Lola sandwich.
She bites her bottom lip, and I run my fingers through her hair, gripping a handful at the base of her skull and tugging gently. The small commanding movement forces her to tilt her head back and look into my eyes.
There is no softness or worship. I feast on Lola’s lips as if I’m a starved man. And still, it’s not enough.
She moans into my mouth, and I dip my tongue inside. After a little dancing, I move to the lip she was nibbling a few seconds ago and begin to nibble there as well. Only I don’t stop at her lip. I move to her chin and jaw, down her neck. Her panting in my ear only edges me on.
I bite hard on the soft skin covering the side of her neck, and it spurs her into action. Her arms clamp around me, and her nails dig into my back. She rocks her hips, rubbing her pussy up and down my cock. Coating it with her slick.
When I can take no more of the teasing, I move away a little so that I’m able to grab her thigh and roll her until she is face down on the bed. She mumbles something into the sheets, but I quickly move to position, grabbing her hips and pulling them back hard. At the same time, my hard cock goes straight home and pierces her tight, wet channel.
She moans as I send myself deeper and deeper until my hips are flush against her ass. When Lola takes the opportunity to wiggle against me, I slap her ass. Hard.
The sound of a crack echoes through the room, and I almost apologize when she moans louder and screams for me to do it again.
Oh yes, my queen. Again and again, until there is a permanent handprint on your plump ass. I begin pounding inside of her when a tickling sensation makes me jump a little, losing my rhythm.
Lola giggles, and I realize the fluttering against my balls is actually her fingers doing a little dance. When I start thrusting into her hard again, she continues playing and adds in little squeezes that have me moaning along with her.
When I know I am getting close, I spank her ass again before moving my hand across her hip and then down between the front of her legs. Easily finding my target, I swirl my fingers around her clit. She bucks against me, and I pinch.
That’s all it takes for her to let go. Her walls flutter around me before her channel begins squeezing me tightly. I bring my hand away from her clit an inch before bringing it back down in a little slap.
She screams, and her pussy tightens even harder around me, making it nearly impossible to get any type of movement. When I move my finger to circle her engorged nub, her juices coat my fingers and give me an amazing idea. I pull the hand away, making sure not to touch anything, and bring it straight back to her tightened asshole.
Using her own release, I draw circles around the rosette with one finger as I continue thrusting my cock into her. I can feel my balls beginning to tighten, but I need her to come again. I can’t describe why; it just feels important.
I make a mental note that maybe we should establish a bedroom rule that the queen comes twice before anyone else.
Feeling pretty happy about that rule, I gently press the tip of my finger into her. She goes perfectly still but doesn’t say a thing. Taking that as permission, I slowly work my finger deeper inside her until I am about two-thirds inside. At that point, I let my finger thrust a little in rhythm with my cock.
“Oh fucking wankbangerarsnobber!”
What the fuck did she just say?
I try to stop and ask—I mean, maybe this is her idea of a safe word—but I can’t. My cock twitches violently as she grabs my balls again, forcing my orgasm to break free, and I fill her to the brim.
When I pull back, and my dick slips limply out of her, I watch with an odd fascination as white sticky cum leaks from her. Unable to resist, I lean down and lick my cum off her pussy lips. I don’t taste bad, but I would much prefer it was my king’s cum. So I imagine that it is, and with the image in my head, I bring my queen to another orgasm. Her sweet juices sliding into my mouth as I hum against her clit have me wishing my body were ready for another round.
However, as I pull away, I notice her legs are shaking as well. So, being the gentleman that I am, I scoop her off the bed and take us both to the bathroom. Setting her on her feet, I work to get the water going for us. My shower isn’t huge, but it should be big enough for both of us and possibly a third.
To be fair, I’m not completely sure, as I have never had anyone in here with me—or at my apartment in general—but I am confident that Lola and I can get cozy for a bit. It takes only a few seconds to get the water to a decent temperature, and I pull her in with me.
She is only half under the spray of the shower head when I realize I made a mistake. Her eyes are wide, and her body shakes.
“Are you ok?”
“F-f-fucking f-f-freezing!” wasting no time in letting me correct the problem, she whips around and begins adjusting the nobs.
At first, we go from a room-temperature shower to something a little warmer than I prefer before we suddenly dip into the bowels of hell, and my skin sears off.
I bite my cheek and still manage to do the sweet things and get my soapy hands all over her body. She even lets me wash her hair—a task I find oddly comforting—before I give in to my sanity and get the fuck out of the melt-your-nut-sack-off-level water.
So maybe showers won’t be our thing. That’s ok. We can have other things. A million other things. Things that don’t try to kill me.
Or burn my pubic hair off.
Or give me third-degree burns.
Seriously, my skin should not be pink after a shower.
When she steps out, and I notice that she has the same creamy skin tone as always, I make the only logical conclusion available.
She must be a demon.
Meh, I can live with that. We all have our quirks, after all.