Nine #2
“And my name is Lukas,” he says, as he gets off the bed and walks around until he’s standing before me.
I don’t bother to respond, just wanting this over with now. I close my eyes.
The bed shifts as he climbs on. His hands cup my thighs, pushing my legs back farther. As if I wasn’t open enough.
I’m expecting him to fuck me without a care, but it’s not his cock that pushes into me. It’s his tongue. Slippery and soft, probing my entrance then licking through my folds, finding my clit without hesitation.
I gasp, body tightening. Not this. Please, not this.
His tongue swirls around it, then dips down again, sliding inside me and licking within.
“You’re divine,” he murmurs against me, rubbing his face against my sex, like he wants my scent on him. He presses into me, tongue delving as deep as he can get it, then he licks up to my clit, sucking it between his lips.
I want to buck my hips, to escape the intensity of what he’s doing to me. But he’s bending me back, my thighs held, my hands bound, and all I can do is endure. I can’t even help my whimpers.
Van Wyk takes his time. He teases my clit over and over, circling it, not quite giving me the friction I need but edging me.
I don’t know how he knows what I like best, but it’s working.
Maybe he’s psychic. Maybe he’s just amazing in bed.
Or a scary thought: maybe we’re compatible.
Whatever the reason, resisting his tongue is proving harder with every passing minute.
“I want to taste your cum, Little Stray,” he tells me, releasing his grip on my leg to slide a finger inside me. His mouth returns, and this time he’s not holding back.
I tense as he lashes his tongue back and forth over my clit, alternating it with fast, soft licks that drive me wild. What does it matter if I let him make me come? It’s not like I have a choice. I don’t have to resist this, do I?
I’m not sure I can, anyway.
His finger curls within me, rubbing over my g-spot, and I grip the bars of the headboard as pleasure floods through me. His tongue hasn’t stopped, driving me ever closer to my release, and I can’t fight the two sensations working together.
I cry out as I give in to him, my orgasm crashing through me, but he doesn’t stop licking and another follows quickly on the heels of the first. Wave after wave of pleasure, my toes curling, my knees pulling back farther to give him more of me, light exploding on the back of my eyelids.
It’s a while before he eases up, his licks becoming slower and longer, like he’s cleaning me. The thought sends another aftershock through me, and I shudder beneath him.
Only then does he rise up over me, one arm braced to take his weight. His body is solid above me, muscles tightening as he holds himself. The head of his cock presses against me, strong and hard. He lets it fall heavily against my clit, then nudges my entrance.
“Too sensitive,” I protest, trying to squirm away. But there’s nowhere to go.
“That’s how I want you,” he replies, and slowly pushes.
His cock slides in, inch by inch, and we both gasp, the first stretch so tight. And I’m so aroused it’s pleasure bordering on pain.
“Too long I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmurs, half to himself.
I don’t know what he means. It’s only been five days since the terrace.
He’s still pressing into me, drawing it out, and I hate that he’s showing such control. Why does he have to do that? Why won’t he just fuck me and leave?
Finally, his cock is fully within me, his hips pressing into my ass, and he’s supporting himself on both arms. He lowers himself as if in a push-up, chest brushing my breasts, mouth…
I turn my head away. I’m not letting him kiss me.
He pauses, his cock unmoving within me, his body hovering over mine. “If you don’t kiss me, I won’t let you come again.”
The audacity of the man. “I can probably survive that loss.”
He chuckles softly, and I clench my jaw as it makes his cock twitch deep within me, sending ripples through me. “My contrary Little Stray.”
“Stop calling me that, damn it. And I’m not yours.”
“No. And you are.”
“I’m not,” I snarl at him.
His hips move, just enough to make his cock shift inside me, and I barely muffle my gasp. “Your mouth, please.”
“No.” It’s all I can do to hold onto my defiance.
He nods, like he was expecting that. “If you don’t want another orgasm, then how about ten?”
I look at him sharply. “What?”
“Give me your mouth, or I won’t stop playing with you tonight until you’ve come ten times for me.”
“You wouldn’t—” Dare. But I know he would.
“Wouldn’t I?” He sounds amused. “I enjoy a challenge.”
In resignation, I turn my head. Another defeat. I should’ve gotten used to it by now, but I haven’t. I hate losing. I hate him.
I thought he might kiss like Scott does, sloppy and aggressive, but he doesn’t. He teases at my mouth, lips brushing mine then leaving, then returning. The tip of his tongue flicks at my lower lip, almost asking for entrance. It’s playful, it’s seductive.
I’ve opened to him before I’ve realized what I’ve done.
He claims his kiss, tongue dominantly seeking out mine, and as he does, he begins to move.