Perfect Reactions
I reached Dennis’ room and entered without knocking. He turned to me as I shut the door. He was lying on the coffin with both arms folded behind his head.
“You’re back.”
“You know what I want.” I tossed the condoms and he sat up to catch them. I bent to unlace my boots as he turned one over.
“That didn’t take long at all.”
“Gloat all you want, I don’t give a fuck, but do it after.” I kicked my boots off and pushed them aside.
“I don’t know,” he said thoughtfully, “I’ve been celibate for so long, I might not even remember what to do. It’s been a whole day since you said it.”
“Do you always have to be so sarcastic?”
“No, but I prefer it.” He smiled mischievously. “Can you tell me your rule now?”
“You still don’t know it?” I asked. He shook his head. “I thought you could hear everything.”
“I can’t. Not that.”
I smiled. It was nice having a thought to myself for once.
But I guess telling him won’t hurt since I’m about to break it, anyway.
“My rule of being a free spirit is to never do it with someone I know because it leads to emotional attachment, and I don’t trust that shit.
So I stick to people I either see often but don’t know anything about, or will never see again.
I don’t mind sleeping with women I know and see often because I trust them more and they never treat me differently after, but my rule always applies to men.
That’s why I’m so conflicted. I already know you too well, and I’ll definitely see you again. ”
I could see the wheels turning in his head before he asked, “You’re making an exception for me?”
“You and only you.”
“Why me?”
“Okay, look,” I placed a hand on the doorknob, already tired of this heart to heart, “do you wanna fuck me, or do you not? ‘Cause I can leave.” I started to pull the door open but he was there in an instant, holding it closed with one hand.
“Of all the stupid things you say, I never thought you’d get that dumb.”
And then he was kissing me, and I was kissing back with such fervor it almost made me dizzy. He stepped back and my body followed, never leaving his as I wrapped my arms around him and bit his lip to let me in.
Our tongues swirled together and I gently sucked his before going back to simple kissing.
His hands trailed lower while mine found their way to his pants.
I snatched his belt and unbuckled it in one swift motion, letting his pants drop around his ankles.
He stepped out of them and pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside before he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
I giggled as he carried me across the room.
“You’re not changing your mind this time, are you?”
“No.” I shook my head as he flipped the coffin open. “I’m for sure. I’m not teasing you anymore. I’m really making an exception.”
“Good.” He threw me down and I bounced on the comfy mattress. His eyes roamed my chest as he straddled me. “I love the tattoo, by the way.” I sat up to kiss him. He adjusted so my legs were on either side before pulling back. “There’s one more thing.”
“What is it?”
“I’m in control. Always. You can fight for power if you want, but I’m not gonna let you have it.” He paused, like he was waiting for a certain type of reaction, but I didn’t react at all. “If it’s too much let me know and I’ll back off, okay?”
“Is this your sadist stuff coming out?” I asked. “‘Cause if so, I’m so down!” It was intimidating but intriguing at the same time. I couldn’t help but wonder what was so extreme he needed to give a disclaimer.
“So you’re okay with that?”
“With rough sex and a power struggle? I can’t wait.”
“Perfect.” He had me on my back in an instant, then pinned my arms above my head and pushed my legs apart, bending down to kiss me.
If I thought I’d been wet before, it was nothing compared to now.
The sheer force he was using was enough to make me weak in the knees.
He deepened the kiss and I squirmed, causing him to smile against my lips and hold tighter.
I was aching to grab him and pull him closer, scratch him or touch his hair or something, but with the way he was holding me down I couldn’t do much of anything.
He switched both my wrists to one hand, leaving the other to find my chest and squeeze, then pinch my hardened nipple through my sheer bra.
He began caressing my chest while we kissed.
I wriggled against him. Whatever fight for power he’d been talking about, I was ready and willing and I wanted it now.
With that thought, I made a move to flip us over so I could be on top, but he held me down tighter than before. He pulled away from the kiss to look at me.
“That’s another thing,” he started, “I don’t go on bottom.”
“Wow. You really do like having all the power,” I said. It was hot but it would take some getting used to.
“Did you expect anything less?” He chuckled and ran his hands down my stomach, smirking when I let out a whine of sexual frustration. He got up and lifted his shirt over his head, then tossed it across the room as he walked away.
“Where are you going?” I sat up, staring at his muscular back while he retrieved a condom from where he must’ve dropped them.
“Getting a condom.” He looked at me like I was stupid, then started to rip the package open.
I hopped up and snatched it from his hand. “Not yet.” I set it aside before sliding his boxers down and dropping to my knees. I smiled up at him before kissing his thigh, then the other, and slowly trailing kisses toward my goal.
I licked along his dick until my lips closed around the tip.
I took him in my mouth, moaning in contentment as he sucked in a tight breath.
I started slow at first, taking my time to get a feel and enjoy his reactions.
I gradually picked up speed and his legs began to quiver while I went to town.
Slurping, sucking, moaning, fighting through gags to take him deeper; my lips were nearly reaching the base of his cock.
I looked up to make eye contact while I sucked—I was growing wetter by the second.
He gripped my hair as I kept going, taking him fully down my throat without losing eye contact. I could hardly breathe while his swelling cock constricted my throat. He was getting close, but suddenly he stopped me. I sat back and wiped my chin.
“What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly. No guy had done that before. Ever.
“We’re gonna finish together,” he said.
Now I was even more surprised. That’s a sentence I’ve never heard any guy say. I’d never even heard of a guy saying that.
“Okay.” I smiled as he took my hands and pulled me up. Then, much the same as I had done, he swiftly undid my shorts and had them down in one fluid motion.
“My turn.” He picked me up.
I giggled at the way my shorts dangled off one foot while he carried me to the coffin.
He put me on the edge and I kicked the shorts off.
They landed somewhere behind him but I didn’t have a chance to see where, because before I knew it, he’d pulled my hips to the edge and kneeled between them, spreading my legs over his shoulders.
I took in a sharp breath as I felt his tongue on me.
I gripped the handles on each side of the coffin because I wasn’t ready for how into it he would be or how good it would feel, but holy fucking shit.
His tongue eagerly explored, tracing every inch of my pussy and licking up every drop of my wetness like it was his last meal.
I gasped when his tongue pushed inside, flicking while it moved in and out.
Deeper, faster, going in rhythm to match my increasing moans.
I didn’t even realize how loud I was being until I felt him smile against me.
He paused and sat back, then gently ran a finger up my slit.
“I guess I can finally play with this.” He flicked the small barbell that adorned the hood of my clit. I let out a small noise at the simple movement. He laughed before doing it again.
“Ari’s gonna be so mad,” I barely managed to say it as he kept playing with the ring, making my legs tremble as I took a deep breath.
“Why is that?” He looked at me curiously.
“She told me I better not be as loud as usual.” I smiled as he laughed. “I guess she’s tired of hearing it.”
He went back without another word, flicking his tongue over the ring before gently sucking.
I had to lie back with the way my legs were shaking.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.
I grabbed the back of his head while he devoured my pussy.
At this point I was too far gone to hold anything back—my breathing got heavier as I writhed against the sheets, snatching a handful with one hand and his hair with the other.
I was getting louder with each second that passed, my movements less inhibited, my body grinding against his face.
I nearly screamed as I approached climax, but then he stopped.
He sat back as my hand slowly released the sheets. I’d been holding so tightly that my palms were starting to bleed. I sat up and licked the blood off, then realized he was watching me.
“What?” I asked shyly.
“You,” he said, smirking as he hopped on the coffin. “You’re not gonna come yet.” He slid me back, making room to join inside. “Not until I say you can.”
He pushed me down and climbed on top, leaning down to kiss me.
Our tongues met and I smiled as I tasted myself on him.
I grabbed his hair, moving to kiss down his neck while his hands caressed my sides.
He roughly squeezed my butt and pulled a leg up around his waist. I brought my lips back to his and we continued making out.
He was about to take my bra off when he broke away to study me.
“What now?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t say ‘you’ again.
“Not you.” He sat up, resting his hands on my bare hips. “I was just thinking.”
“What’re you thinking about?” I paused before adding, “You know, you’re not as sadistic as I thought you’d be.”