11. Bianca #2
I watch his arm in the mirror, the line of his bicep tensing, the muscle of his shoulder, the way his jaw drops half an inch when he finds out how wet I am. The sound that comes out of him is the best thing that has ever happened in this apartment.
He groans against my throat. “Holy fucking shit.”
I tip my head back to give him more room. “That good, huh?”
He drags wetness between my folds and up to my clit, and his finger circles me.
Slow, slow, slow.
He watches my face in the mirror.
I cannot look away from his hand, from his mouth at my throat.
My hand fists in the duvet. “Ander.”
He glides over my clit. “Yeah, baby.”
I push my hips up against his hand. “Faster.”
His grin sharpens and keeps the same lazy pace. “Hm. I don’t know. I’m not used to taking orders. I didn’t even get a please.”
I whine his name. “Ander.”
He nips the soft skin under my jaw. “What do we say?”
I dig my nails into his forearm. “Please.”
He keeps circling slowly. “Pretty please.”
I let out a frustrated laugh that turns into a moan. “Oh my god, pretty please, Ander.”
He laughs and moves faster.
His middle finger presses my clit in a tight, perfect rhythm. His other hand comes up to my breast. He tugs my nipple between his thumb and finger, with enough sting that my whole body jolts in his lap, and his cock presses hard against the base of my spine.
He groans and grinds himself against my lower back. “That is what you do to me.”
He slides one finger inside me, and the world goes quiet for half a second. Everything narrows to the soft, slick sound of him working me open and the vision of it in the mirror, both at once, until I can’t tell which is going to make me come first.
He curls his finger, and my head falls back against him.
He curls his finger again, slow. “There. That spot. That’s mine now.”
I let out a breathless laugh that he can probably feel in his hand. “You can’t claim a spot in my vagina.”
He kisses my temple. I rock down on his finger.
“My rules.” He drags his thumb over my clit. “Spot in pussy claimed.”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said to me in bed.”
“Then your past partners were boring.” He nudges his finger deeper. “Two fingers?”
I nod. He gives me two.
He stretches me on his hand, slow and unhurried. And even though I wanted faster, this pace is making my body react in ways I don’t expect.
There is so much sensation, and I rock against his hand, wanting more.
He watches me move on his hand in the glass. “Look at you riding my hand. Fuck, Bianca. You’re perfect.”
I grab his wrist to keep his hand exactly where it is. “Don’t stop.”
He pumps his fingers slower, deeper. “Not stopping.”
I tighten my grip on his wrist. “Don’t stop talking either.”
He laughs against my throat, low and dirty and delighted, and rolls his hips up against my back. “You like the talking? I’m gonna tell you exactly what you look like, taking my fingers. I’m gonna tell you what your pussy feels like the first time I get my cock inside you. Is that what you want?”
I can’t answer because something is happening.
It starts low. Lower than low. A heavy pull at the base of my spine that climbs slow, climbs into my thighs, up to the curve of my hips, and to the soft, hot space inside me. His fingers keep finding the spot, again and again.
My toes curl. My breath stops working in a regular pattern.
He sees it. The man has not stopped watching me.
His mouth is at my ear, urgent now. “Eyes on the mirror, baby. Right now. Look at this gorgeous cunt of yours, spread wide on my lap, gripping my fingers like you don’t want to let me go. You’re so wet I can hear it. You’re so close. Watch yourself come for me.”
My eyes squeeze shut.
He drags his teeth along my throat. “Bianca. Open them.”
I open them.
My hair is wild. My mouth is open. My thighs are wide across the lap of a tattooed man whose hand is between my legs. His grin in the glass is the most devastating thing I’ve ever seen.
He curls his fingers.
I come on a sound that is not a word.
It rolls through me. Not a quick crash, not a single peak. A long, slow flood that breaks across my belly and my chest and back down through my thighs in a wave that keeps coming. Every time I think it’s finishing, it finds another place to go.
He works me through it. His fingers slow, while my hips keep moving against his hand.
The mirror catches all of it. The shaking. The arch of my back.
He talks me through every second. “There you go, baby. That’s it, look at you. Fuck, you’re unreal. Keep going. Give it all to me.”
I’m still shaking when he finally slows his hand to nothing. He keeps his fingers inside me.
He kisses the corner of my eye and then the top of my head. “You with me?”
I huff a laugh into his collarbone. “Mostly.”
He grins into my hair. “Mostly is great. We’re gonna work with mostly.”
He pulls his fingers out of me slowly, then he brings them up and puts them in his mouth. His eyes close as he drags his tongue along them. I watch him do it in the mirror, and my insides clench. Hard.
“You taste so fucking good.”
I twist around in his lap to look at him. “I want you inside of me.”
“Bossy. But I’m happy to oblige.” He lifts me off his lap. “Get on your back.”
He guides me down onto the duvet and slides off the end of the bed. Then he shoves his jeans off, and his briefs after them. He climbs back over me.
I don’t bother pretending to look at his face.
He braces himself over me and tips my chin up with one finger.
I drag my gaze up to meet his. “Yes?”
“Like what you see?”
I drop my gaze again. “You’re huge.”
He preens. “Thank you.”
I poke his chest. “I’m not sure it’s a compliment.”
He catches my hand and kisses my palm. “It’s a compliment. I’m taking it as a compliment.”
A reluctant laugh slips out.
“Don’t worry. We’re gonna go slow. I’m gonna be so nice to you.”
I let my head fall back on the pillow. “Great sales pitch.”
He lowers his hips against mine. “You’re buying.”
I arch up to meet him. “I’m browsing.”
He grinds down once, slow. “You’re absolutely buying.”
I wrap my thighs around his hips. “Alright, I’m buying.”
He moves to grab a condom from his jeans pocket on the floor and rolls it on, then kneels between my thighs. He hooks one of my knees over his elbow. Ander looks down at me, and the grin softens into something else for one second.
His thumb traces my cheekbone, and he kisses the corner of my mouth.
Then he pushes inside me. Slow.
I make a noise. He groans.
His forehead drops to my collarbone, and his back goes tight under my hands, and he holds there, halfway in, breathing hard against my throat.
“Holy shit, baby.”
I drag my nails down his shoulder blades, and his hips move forward another inch. Then two inches.
The walls of my pussy stretch around his thick length, and I want all of him.
“Fuck me, Ander.”
He sinks the rest of the way in, and his hand finds mine on the duvet and laces our fingers together, and he stays there for a second, full inside me, breathing.
Then he lifts his head.
He squeezes my hand on the duvet. “You good, baby?”
I squeeze back. “I’m going to be better.”
He drops a slow kiss on my mouth. “Right answer.”
He moves.
He sets a pace that is exactly rough enough. Slow, deep, all the way out and all the way back in, like he is teaching me a lesson with his hips.
Keeping my knee hooked over his elbow, his other hand stays in mine. He watches my face the whole time. Every sound I make, his grin gets more cocky.
Every time my hips lift to meet him, he hums approval against my mouth.
He drives in deep and holds there. “Fuck. Fuck. Your pretty pussy is taking my cock so good. You’re so fucking tight.”
I claw at his shoulder. “Faster.”
He keeps the same maddening pace. “Beg me.”
I bite his bottom lip hard. “You’re the worst person I’ve ever met.”
He grins against my mouth. “Beg me anyway.”
I grip his hair with my free hand. “Please go faster, you smug bastard.”
He laughs into my mouth. “You want it faster? I’ll give you everything.”
The bed starts to move. My thighs are shaking. He shifts the angle without breaking stride, then hooks both my knees up over his shoulders. The new angle puts him so deep that my whole body jolts on the next thrust.
I cry out into his shoulder. “Oh.”
“Is that the spot I claimed?” He hammers into the same spot.
I make the same sound again.
He looks down at me. “Use your words.”
I dig my heels into his back. “Don’t move.”
He laughs, breathless, hips still moving. “I’m literally inside you, baby. I have to move.”
“Don’t change the angle.”
He grinds in deeper. “I told you that spot was mine.”
He doesn’t change the angle. He pumps in and out, keeping his face over mine.
Every thrust hits the place he’s looking for, and the heavy pull starts again at the base of my spine, climbing faster this time.
He watches my face. “You’re gonna come again for me.”
I can only manage a moan.
“Yeah, you are. I can feel it. Your pussy is squeezing the life out of me, baby.”
I claw at his back.
He drives in deeper.
I gasp against his throat.
He stills for half a thrust. “Now?”
I grip his hair, hard. “Now, now, now.”
He drops one of my legs. His hand slides between us.
His thumb finds my clit and strokes it in time with his hips, and I shatter.
My back arches off the bed. My free hand grips his shoulder.
I’m gasping. I’m moaning, and I don’t care, because he is groaning into my throat and biting my shoulder and chasing me through it.