11. Duncan #2
I tensed every muscle, trying like hell to hold back. "Fuck—I'm trying."
With my cock as deep as it could go, Rune rolled her hips, dragging her slick lips against me, tilting back and forth and then circling. Tilt, circle, tilt, circle, and my balls ached with the need to release, but I held it back.
Titling faster, now, she ground herself on me, bringing me back to the edge of climax. "Duncan?"
I snarled wordlessly, thrusting into her, pushing deeper. "What?"
She sat upright, kneeling tall so I was about to slip free. "Come."
With that command on her lips, she slammed down onto me, and I had no choice but to obey.
Shouting, guttural and hoarse, I emptied myself into her, thrusting up into her downstroke.
She cried out as well, her pussy rippling around me with her own orgasm.
And then she was riding me again, rising on her knees and slamming down, sitting tall with her head thrown back, hands cupping her big, bouncing tits, rising and crashing down harder and harder until her orgasm ripped her into weeping, whimpering shudders, collapsing forward.
Still coming, I palmed her ass cheeks and pulled her open so I could fuck deep, hard, and fast, and she wailed into my chest as I took her, each thrust almost brutally hard, slapping and squelching and crushing as deep as her body would allow.
I came so hard I saw stars, then, and my body was out of my control, and all I could do was fuck Rune through my orgasm.
Gradually, sense returned to me, and I slowed my thrusting, loosening my grip on her ass. Unable to help myself, I cracked my hand against her ass hard enough that she shrieked in shock.
"Duncan!" she protested. "What the hell?"
"This fucking ass of yours,” I snarled through gritted teeth, her pussy spasming around me at the smack. "Fucking love it."
She whimpered as I feathered a slow thrust. "How are you still hard?"
I spanked her again, and she cried out, pussy spasming again. "I could make you come like this." I smacked her yet again, and now she jerked, wailing, as a mini-orgasm sheared through her. "You love that, don't you?"
"Dunc…" she breathed.
"Don't you?" I demanded, spanking her ass again. "You like being spanked."
"I—oh. Oh god." Smack, smack. Hard enough to make her jerk and gasp, not hard enough to actually hurt. "You love it. Say it, Rune. You love it when I spank this sexy ass."
" YES !" She cried. "Okay? Yes! I love it when you spank me, Duncan."
I was subsiding then, even as I was still so turned I could fuck her all over again, if my dick would have been able to cooperate.
I slid out of her, wincing and hissing as I lost her tight, wet heat. I left her on her belly on the bed, nuzzling her ear. "Don't move."
"I couldn't if I wanted to," she mumbled.
I took care of the condom, cleaned up, and went back to her. Her ass cheeks were bright red from being spanked, so I caressed each generous bubble with my palms, kissed and nuzzled the reddened flesh until she was moaning in delight.
"Dunc," she breathed, eventually. "I can't stay awake anymore."
I pulled the blanket up over her, settled in beside her on my back. "Rune, I…"
She reached out blindly, patting my chest and then my chin before finding my mouth and clapping her palm over it. "Shushy-time."
"I know this doesn't change anything, but I—"
She clapped her hand over my mouth again. "Duncan…we can talk in the morning."
I groaned in frustration—my head was swirling with thoughts, my heart pounding with emotions.
This wasn’t just the best sex of my life.
This was more.
This was everything.
She was my everything.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It was true, and I knew it. Now the cat was out of the bag—a horrible saying, honestly—and there was no going back.
Delirious, in love, still wild with need for Rune's incredible body, desperate to have her feel the same way for me, I hovered at the edge of sleep for a long time before finally dropping into slumber.
And when I did, my sleep was filled with dreams of Rune.
I woke slowly, to heat.
To a soft, warm body nestled against mine. I was the little spoon—Rune was curled behind me, naked hips against my ass, breasts against my back, breath hot on my neck, one hand draped low on my hips.
I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't. I was too aware of Rune.
I did doze a little, and must have actually dropped off again despite myself, because the next time I woke up, I was on my back and Rune was laying on my chest, and she was playing with my cock.
I swallowed hard, gruffly huffing as she stroked me to an erection. "Rune?"
Her hand covered my mouth. "Shhhh."
I shushed.
She took her time playing with me. For a long while, she wasn't even stroking me, just thumbing my weeping tip, cradling my balls in her hand, twisting the root. Toying with me for her own purposes.
Even this attention eventually made heat rise in me, and she knew it. She began stroking me lazily. Slowly. With a loose grip, teasing, toying. For long, agonizing minutes, she played with me, bringing me to the point of needing to move before stopping again.
Paying me back for last night.
Growling as need barreled through me, I thrust into her hand.
She jacked my length with her soft, small hand, twisting at the top, giving me a few quick twisting pumps around the head and then stroking my full length until I was in a frenzy of arousal.
"Rune!" I groaned.
"Hush, Duncan," she whispered, "Don’t move. Don't make a sound."
I clenched my teeth together and held myself immobile.
I was rewarded immediately—she drew her wild, tangled mass of jet-black hair away and slid her cheek down my belly and took me into her mouth.
I groaned involuntarily and lost her mouth.
"Not a sound or I stop," she murmured.
I wrapped her hair around my fist, palming the back of her head, waiting. When she was sure I was silent, she gave me her mouth again.
This time, I gritted my molars together and watched, rapt, as she gave me long, slow, tonguing, slurping strokes of her mouth, each one taking an eternity, never stopping, never changing her pace, and I dared not so much as blink or twitch or breathe.
Panting as orgasm rose within me, I clutched the cool silken mass of her hair and watched her mouth slide down my shaft, heat shearing through me, pressure building, pleasure shattering me until I was gasping raggedly from the exertion of not moving, of keeping silent.
She knew when I was about to come—she cupped my balls, squeezed hard around the pulsing root of my cock to prevent me from releasing even as she bobbed on my cock faster and faster, her hot mouth wet and tight and heavenly around me.
The heat and pressure built as she continued to squeeze my root to keep me from coming. I was a madman, then, needing to come and unable to—knowing if I made a sound or moved at all, she'd stop.
Without warning, Rune released her grip on my base and took my cock down her throat, gulping around me and cupping my balls in gentle hands.
I came, shouting helplessly as my orgasm detonated inside me, and she gulped my cum and slid her mouth up my shaft and swirled her tongue against my tip, swallowing my cum as it poured out of me, and then bobbed around the head of my cock while pumping my length and base, and I just kept coming and coming and she swallowed and gulped and licked and suckled through it all.
Even when my orgasm had run dry, Rune was unrelenting, suckling, bobbing, and slurping at my cock until I was utterly limp.
Only then did she release me and return her cheek to the nook of my arm.
I held her there for a few minutes, and then rolled her to her back, brushed her wild hair out of her face, stared down at her. "Good morning, Smokeshow."
She searched me, her expression fraught and intense. "Hi.”
Just to prove the point, I cupped her cheek and dipped, kissed her, sweeping my tongue through her lips and scouring her mouth, demanding her tongue, tasting myself on her. She whined into the kiss, her hand stealing into my hair, the other splaying over my cheek, temple, and ear.
A fist rapped on the door, fast and sharp. "Rune! We need to go to Raquel's room." It was Lindsey.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, turning away. "Okay! Be right there!"
"Hi, Duncan!"
"Hey, Lindsey," I called.
Groaning, Rune thudded her head onto my chest. Paused like that for a few seconds, and then rolled away and out of bed.
I watched her dig in her bag for a clean red thong and wiggle into it, and then find a plain white bra, hook the clasps at her diaphragm, swivel it around, fit her breasts into the cups, and shrug on the straps.
I've always found it almost as unbearably sexy to watch a woman dress as the other way.
"Don't look at me like that, Duncan," she muttered. "I'm late. I have to go."
“We were gonna talk," I said. "I have things to say."
She yanked a short, pastel pink sundress out of her bag and slipped it on, settled it to drape just right, and then shoved her feet into black ballet flats. "I have to go, Duncan."
I growled, annoyed. "I know."
She snagged her phone and keycard from the nightstand paused to stand over me, gazing down at me. "There's nothing to talk about, though."
"Yes, there is." I hooked a hand around her bare thigh beneath the dress. "There's a lot to talk about. You know what that was last night as well as I do."
She bent, kissed me, and pulled out of my reach. "I'll see you later, Dunc."
And then she was gone in a swirl of scent—woman, sex.
"Fuck." I forced myself to sit up, raking my hands through my hair. "I fell in love with a girl who doesn't love me back." I thunked myself in the forehead with a fist. "Smooth move, Ex-lax.”
I let myself wallow for a few more minutes, and then got up to shower the sex off of me.
Yet, even clean and dressed in my best suit, I couldn't erase the scent of Rune, the memory of the night we shared from my skin.
I am fucked. So very, very fucked.