11. Duncan
Chapter Eleven
Duncan
S he froze when she saw me awake, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights; the door swung slowly shut, clicking closed behind her.
"How's Lindsey?" I asked.
"Um, fine?" She swallowed hard, otherwise still motionless. "Duncan, I…"
"Told you, I have sisters," I said. "I know girls gotta tell their friends everything."
She relaxed a tiny bit. "I just…"
"Weird that you snuck out to do so, though. Weirder yet that you tried to sneak back in."
"Dunc, I'm—it's…"
"You gonna tell me the truth about what's going on in that head of yours?" I asked.
She didn't answer.
I knew she wouldn't. I felt her tense up when she called me baby, and again when it slipped out of my mouth. I hadn't meant to say it any more than she had. I'm fine chalking it up to the intensity of the moment, but deep down, I know it's more than that.
For her and for me.
I also know she's not about to admit to that—even to herself.
I see the writing on the wall. She's scared shitless.
She felt the same things I felt, and the second she realized I was asleep, she ran to her friend for commiseration or sympathy or whatever it was she needed. Because she's scared shitless.
"Take the robe off," I said, lounging low in the bed with my head propped up on a couple pillows, the blanket draped low over my hips.
Her nostrils flared, and she swallowed hard again. "Duncan—"
"You ready to sleep?" I ask.
"No, but—"
"So take the robe off."
She slid her phone and the keycard out of the pockets and held them in one hand, hesitated a moment, and then unknotted the belt.
The edges sagged open, baring a slice of her lush, nubile body down her centerline—throat, breastbone, the inner swells of her breasts, belly, navel, and a hint of her pussy.
She hesitated again, licking her lips. "Duncan…"
"Off." This was my way of putting emotional distance between us.
Keep it hot, keep it sexy, keep it physical. Give her orders, keep her off balance. In a way, this was for her. She wanted the distance. She wanted to keep this casual and fun.
So that's what we'd do.
Rune searched my face, sucked in a deep breath, and then slid the robe open, letting it slip down her arms to pool at her feet. Her heavy, teardrop breasts swayed subtly with her slow but deep breaths, flat belly tensing and relaxing. Her nipples peaked as I watched, pebbling to hard points.
She took a step toward me, but I held up a hand. "Stay there."
"What is this?" she asked.
"Pinch your nipples."
"Duncan—"
"Trust me." I slid the blanket down an inch or two. "Do it."
Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she searched me, swallowing hard, eyes dancing, flicking to my abs, the low rise of the blanket over my burgeoning erection.
Her hands drifted up to her belly, hesitated. Licking her lips, Rune cupped her breasts. Finger and thumb of each hand gently seized her nipples and squeezed. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a short, sharp breath. "There, now what—"
"Hard."
I waited, face blank, a slight smirk on my lips—the smirk I knew annoyed her and turned her on in equal measure.
"Duncan, I don't under—"
"Pinch your nipples for me, Rune. Hard. Really hard."
Her thighs pressed together, and she caught her lower lip in her teeth, brow furrowing as she considered my demand.
And then she did it.
She pinched her nipples hard enough that she squealed out loud in a shrill gasp, thighs squeezing together against her pussy.
"Touch yourself." I slid the blanket lower, showing her the upper couple of inches of my hardening cock. "Touch your pussy, Rune."
Gnawing on her lip, Rune trailed her right hand down her body, fit her fingers over the dark triangle of her sex.
My heart hammering, I lifted my chin. "Touch your pussy, Rune. I want to watch you finger your clit."
Her middle finger dipped inward, and she sucked in a breath and her eyelids fluttered.
"Keep going."
She pressed her middle finger against clit again, and she whimpered, her knees dipping and her shoulders hunching. "Duncan, why—?"
"Don't stop, Rune. Finger yourself."
She swept her finger in a slow, exploratory circle, and her eyes closed as pleasure flooded through her. "Oh god," she whimpered. "Duncan."
"Open your eyes, Smokeshow," I ordered. "Look at me while you touch yourself."
Sapphire eyes met mine, then, confused, aroused, needy. "Oh god, oh god." Her finger circled, circled, and her knees dipped in time with the movement of her finger. "Dunc—oh—oh, oh god. Oh god."
I tossed the blanket aside totally, then, baring my fully erect cock. She bit her lip and whimpered at the sight of my arousal.
"Duncan, I…I want—" her words cut off as a shudder rippled through her, forcing her to hunch forward and bend at the knees, gasping. "Oh—fuck!"
"Don’t come, yet, Rune."
"I—I can't stop it."
"Not yet," I said. "Hold it off."
She whimpered again, her finger flying over her clit, now, knees dipping, tits swaying and bouncing, hair loose and wild and kinked from the braid, mouth open, eyes wide and locked on me. "I need to come, Duncan. I can't—I can't hold out anymore."
"Yes, you can." Her eyes closed, and I growled. "Eyes open. Don't look away from me."
She hissed, locking those big sapphire eyes on mine, her whole body bucking and hunching and dipping as she fingered herself to orgasm and yet fought off the release.
"Dunc, please," she whispered. "Please. I need to come. I can't—Oh god, oh god, I can't— I can't stop it!" Almost crouching now as her legs threatened to give out, she threw her head back and keened through gritted teeth. "Duncan! Please!"
"Come here."
She ran across the room, crawling up my body, grasping my cock in one hand and reaching for the condoms on the table beside me.
"Ah ah," I scolded, gripping her hips and lifting her away from me, dragging her up my body as I scooted down flat. "Not yet."
She knelt astride my chest, inky black hair wild around her face and shoulders, staring down at me as I guided her over my face. She fell forward, catching herself on the headboard.
I swept my tongue up her seam, and she gasped, bucking at the initial slide against her sensitive flesh. When I drove my tongue against the hard nub of her clit, she lost it, throwing her head back and letting out a low, guttural groan of bliss.
“Yes, Duncan," she growled. "Yes, oh god, yes ."
“ Now you can come, Rune."
My words were a trigger.
She came with a scream, bucking against my mouth as I fused my lips around her clit and thrashed her with my tongue, rubbing my stubble against her thighs as I shook my head from side to side.
Honey essence flooded my mouth as she came, release soaking through her.
She screamed again, both hands gripping the headboard as she rode my mouth, grinding on my face.
"Fuck!" she hissed, as the orgasm kept her shaking and riding, bucking on my face as I clutched her ass and helped her move. "Duncan!"
I thrust my tongue inside her dripping entrance, tasting her juices and growling at the flavor of her.
She screamed again when I slid two fingers inside her, hooking them to massage her G-spot, and now she sat upright, back arching, tits thrusting forward, head thrown back as she rubbed and ground and bucked against my mouth and fingers.
"Holy fuck, Duncan!" She wailed, the orgasm wrenching her into helpless paroxysms. "Duncan! Oh god, oh god."
She collapsed forward, gasping and panting and sweating as she shuddered through the aftershocks. I grabbed a condom and ripped it open with my teeth.
"Rune."
She forced her eyes open. "Hmmm?"
"Put this on me."
She took the latex ring from me and slid down to sit on my thighs, fitting the rubber to the tip of my cock and then rolling it down onto me.
She didn't wait for any more commands, then—she grasped my shaft and fit my tip to her folds, hesitated.
Locking eyes with me, balanced over me, palms flat on my chest, she slid onto me, filled herself with my cock.
Her mouth hung open as I stretched her tight, hot, wet pussy.
Bending over me as she slowly eased herself down my length, her tits brushed my chest and her mouth found mine, lips to lips, not kissing but just touching as she gasped, taking inch after inch of me.
Her big, beautiful, round ass settled onto my thighs, and I ached for being so fully inside her. "Rune," I growled. "Fuck, you're so goddamned tight. Jesus."
I filled my hands with that plump, perfect ass, then lifted her almost off of me, and then yanked her down, thrusting up into her, hard.
She screamed.
Came.
Every last inch of her curves shook, then, as she spasmed above me, pussy squeezing hard around my cock, and she dug her nails into my chest, gasping a shrill, desperate cry.
"Oh fuck, Duncan!” Her orgasm released her, and she collapsed forward, arms circling my neck as she gasped.
For a moment, she only lay there on top of me, my cock buried inside her, and panted.
And then she levered up onto one hand, covering my mouth with the other. "My turn."
I nodded, thrusting into her.
Bracing both hands on my chest, she lifted her ass high, until my cock was about to slip out…and then slammed down onto me, hard. I shouted at the rough slap of her ass against my thighs, the ache of being driven so deep my balls throbbed.
Another slow grind on me.
A third.
Faster.
Faster.
And then…she was mercilessly riding me, slapping her against my thighs so fast it sounded almost like applause, taking control and taking what she wanted. I couldn't even begin to keep up—there was nothing I could do but lay beneath her and let her have her way with me, and it was beautiful.
I groaned and grunted as she rode me, pushing hard, desperate thrusts into her as she slammed me deeper and deeper and deeper with each wet, slapping thrust.
"Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck," I grunted, "Rune, I'm gonna come. Oh god—Rune, oh fuck!"
Buried to the hilt, she stopped moving. "Not yet."