Chapter 4 #3
“That tassel had it coming.”
“I’m sure.”
“She looked much better.”
“She did.”
She smiled down at her plate.
“Thank you.”
I knew what she meant.
“You don’t have to thank me again.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you?”
“Because I’m glad you helped her.”
I met her gaze.
“You asked me to.”
“You would’ve helped her anyway.”
I wasn’t certain that was true.
Before Chrissy, a stray cat on hotel property would have been handled appropriately without ever reaching my attention.
Now I knew what Goblin looked like after being fed, what Chrissy sounded like when Goblin attacked her hair, and the cat’s name.
“I helped her because you cared,” I said.
Her fork paused.
Chrissy lowered her gaze.
After dinner, staff cleared the table and withdrew.
The desert had gone dark beyond the low walls.
Without the city, the sky seemed impossibly large.
Chrissy stood near the terrace edge.
I came behind her but didn’t touch her.
“You’re quiet.”
“I’m thinking.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
She glanced back.
“That’s my line.”
“You’ve used it often enough.”
Then she turned fully toward me.
Her hands went to my chest.
I waited.
Chrissy rose onto her toes and kissed me.
Her mouth opened over mine, and when I put my hands on her waist, she caught my wrists.
“Not yet.”
I stopped.
She looked up at me.
“I want to do something.”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
“What?”
Her fingers moved to the buttons of my shirt.
“This.”
She undid the first.
Then she undid the next.
I stayed still.
By the time the shirt opened, her breathing had changed.
Chrissy pushed the fabric from my shoulders.
Her hands slid over my chest.
“I wanted to do this last night.”
“I remember.”
“You stopped me.”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to stop me tonight?”
“No.”
Her mouth curved.
“Good.”
She kissed my chest.
Then she kissed lower.
I closed my eyes for one second.
“Look at me, Chrissy.”
She looked up.
“Do you still want this?”
“Yes.”
She smiled.
Then she went to her knees.
Fuck.
My hands flexed at my sides.
Chrissy opened my trousers.
She freed my cock and wrapped her hand around me.
Air left my lungs.
Her eyes widened slightly at the reaction.
“Are you that sensitive?”
“Don’t become smug.”
“Too late.”
She stroked me once.
Then she leaned forward and licked the head.
My hips jerked before I stopped them.
Chrissy smiled.
I wanted to grab her.
I didn’t.
She opened her mouth and took me in.
A rough breath tore out of me.
Her tongue moved along the underside of my cock as she took me deeper.
I put one hand against the stone wall behind me rather than in her hair.
Chrissy noticed.
Her eyes lifted to mine while her mouth was still wrapped around me.
I nearly lost control.
“Fuck.”
She pulled back.
“You like that.”
“You know I do.”
“I wanted to hear you say it.”
“I like your mouth on my cock.”
She took me again, deeper this time.
My fingers curled against the wall.
Chrissy worked me slowly, one hand moving at the base while her mouth took the rest.
Nothing about it was polished.
Nothing needed to be.
She found a rhythm that made my breath come harder.
Then she changed it deliberately.
I dropped my gaze.
She smiled around me.
“Slow down, Chrissy.”
She pulled off.
“What?”
“If you keep doing that, this ends before I’m inside you.”
Her eyes brightened.
“That sounds familiar.”
“It should.”
She stroked me again.
“I’m not done.”
I laughed once, without humor.
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Very much.”
Then her mouth closed around me again.
I let her have another minute, maybe two.
Then I caught her under the arms and pulled her to her feet.
She laughed against my mouth when I kissed her.
“I told you I wasn’t done.”
“You were.”
“Bossy.”
“Yes.”
I reached under her dress and found her bare thighs.
My hand moved higher.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
I stopped.
Chrissy smiled.
“You planned this.”
“Maybe.”
My cock throbbed.
I slid my fingers between her legs.
She was already wet.
“Maybe?”
Her breath hitched.
“I was hoping.”
“For what?”
“You.”
I kissed her.
The doors behind us opened into a private bedroom suite.
I backed her inside.
Chrissy caught the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head before I could touch it.
She stood in front of me wearing only a bra.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“No.”
She reached behind herself and unfastened the bra.
“I’m trying to be very clear.”
It fell.
She stepped toward me.
“I want you.”
I put both hands on her hips.
“Is your answer the same as last night?”
Her expression changed.
“Yes.”
“You still don’t want a condom?”
“I still don’t want one.”
“And you still want me to come inside you.”
Her pupils widened.
“Yes.”
That was enough.
Chrissy pushed me backward until the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed.
“Sit.”
I looked at her.
“You’re allowed to take orders too.”
I smiled.
Then I sat.
She climbed onto my lap.
Her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of me.
My cock slid against her wet pussy.
She shuddered.
“Do you still want to lead?”
“Yes.”
“Then take what you want.”
Chrissy reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock.
She positioned me at her entrance.
Then she lowered herself slowly.
My teeth clenched.
Her face changed as I entered her.
She stopped halfway.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
She took another breath.
Then she sank the rest of the way down.
Her eyes closed.
“God.”
I gripped her hips.
“You feel good.”
“So do you.”
She moved once, then again.
Her rhythm was tentative for less than a minute.
After that, Chrissy found what she wanted.
She rocked over me, using her thighs and hips, one hand braced on my shoulder while the other pressed flat against my chest.
I wanted to take over.
I forced myself not to.
“You wanted this,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Then use me.”
A moan left her.
She moved faster.
Her breasts bounced with every rise and fall.
I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth.
Chrissy gasped.
Her hand slid into my hair.
“That.”
I sucked harder.
She rolled her hips.
My cock drove deeper.
“Oh fuck.”
I moved one hand between us.
My thumb found her clit.
Chrissy jerked.
“Do that again.”
I did.
She kept riding me.
Her breathing broke apart.
I circled her clit while she set the pace herself.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“I won’t.”
Her breath shortened.
She pressed her forehead to mine.
“I’m close.”
“Then come.”
She moved harder.
I kept the pressure steady.
Chrissy cried out and clenched around me.
Her orgasm rolled through her in hard pulses while she kept moving.
I nearly came with her.
I barely held on.
When she slowed, I caught her face and kissed her.
She was breathing against my mouth.
“I did that.”
“You did.”
A pleased little laugh escaped her.
Then she shifted her hips again.
I groaned.
“Oh, you’re still hard.”
“Very.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
That was enough.
I wrapped one arm around her waist and turned us.
Chrissy landed on her back with a gasp.
I came over her.
“There you are.”
Her eyes widened.
“You were waiting for that.”
“Yes.”
“You let me—”
“I let you do exactly what you wanted.”
My hand slid down her thigh.
“Now I’m going to do what I want.”
Heat flashed across her face.
“Yes.”
I pulled her toward the edge of the mattress.
Her legs opened around me.
I drove inside her.
Chrissy cried out.
I gave her one deep stroke, then another.
Her hands gripped my forearms.
“Harder.”
I obeyed.
Her body moved with every thrust.
The sound of our skin filled the room.
I bent over her.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not.”
I drove deeper.
“More.”
I gave her more.
Chrissy’s legs wrapped around me.
I caught one beneath the knee and lifted it higher.
The angle changed.
She gasped.
“There.”
I repeated the stroke.
“Yes. There.”
Her fingers tightened on my forearms. Her hair spread across the bed, and her breasts moved with every thrust.
I pressed my thumb firmly against her clit.
Chrissy’s head tipped back.
“Oh God.”
“You’re going to come for me again.”
“Yes.”
I fucked her harder.
I held the pressure there.
Her pussy tightened around me.
I felt every pulse.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes opened.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“You have me.”
Her fingers dug into my arms.
“What else?”
Chrissy swallowed.
I slowed just enough to make her feel the loss.
Her eyes widened.
“Don’t slow down.”
“Then tell me.”
She pulled me closer.
“I want you to fill me again.”
My cock throbbed inside her.
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes.”
I thrust hard.
She cried out.
“Say it.”
“I want your come inside me.”
Chrissy’s pupils were blown wide.
“I want you to breed me.”
Fuck.
My breath came harsh.