Chapter Nine – Athena #2
“Look at you,” he purred, his onslaught ending. “Humping the air like a bitch in heat.”
He trailed a hand over my sore ass, massaging my cheeks, before descending between my legs. My thighs fell open easily, and I whimpered when two thick fingers sank knuckle-deep into my pussy.
He groaned. “You’re so fucking wet, pet.”
Pleasure exploded when he curled his fingers, the ‘come hither’ motion stimulating my G-spot. Months of another human being not touching me this way made his caresses feel heavenly, even with his teasing, leisurely pace.
“Oh my fucking god,” I whined, rutting against his hand.
He chuckled, speeding up his fingers. My head fell back, eyes closing in bliss as my orgasm rapidly mounted.
Felix gripped my hair, the tight hold making me clench around his invading digits.
A third finger joined the second, and soon, I was exploding.
My juices rushed out of me, soaking his hand as I keened in ecstasy.
It felt so fucking good and left me wanting more.
His fingers slipped out as I came down from my high. He pulled my hair tighter, forcing me to look at him. When our eyes locked, he brought the fingers coated in my essence to my lips, rubbing them against them.
“Lick them clean,” he said.
I didn’t hesitate to obey; my lips encased his digits. I swirled my tongue around the pads of his fingers, sampling my own flavor and replacing my juices with spit.
“Good girl,” he praised when he considered my job complete.
I wiggled off his lap and sat back on my heels, awaiting my next command. He smirked down at me, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip, seeming to sense that I wasn’t satisfied with a mere fingerfuck.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I need you inside me, sir,” I said at once.
My mouth watered when he unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His glorious cock sprang free, hard and angry.
“Prepare me with your mouth, pet, then I’ll give you what you want.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, wrapping my lips around the tip of his dick.
“Deeper,” he ordered, thrusting into my mouth, giving me no choice but to obey his demand.
His length filled my throat. My gag reflex had been honed over the years and allowed me to take him seamlessly. I breathed through my nose as I sucked him eagerly, wishing he’d grant me the honor of tasting his spend. Even in a snowstorm, his diet was healthy, so I bet his cum tasted delicious.
Before I could find out, he was yanking me off his cock. A whine of protest left me.
“Hush,” he said, his breathy voice making me horny all over again. He chuckled when I huffed in frustration. “I’m not ready to cum yet.”
With a wave of his hand, I was on his lap again. He leaned back against the sofa, putting his hands behind his head, looking relaxed while I was buzzing with need.
“Ride me, pet,” he said, grabbing the shirt I stole and hiking it up until my tits were exposed.
With his command issued, I grabbed his cock and guided it to my cunt. When his tip breached my entrance, I sank down, allowing him to fill me completely. We both moaned at the sensation.
“You’re so big,” I whimpered, placing my hands on his shoulders to brace myself.
For several seconds, I was still, allowing myself to adjust to his impressive size.
When the initial sting faded into pure pleasure, I began to move.
I spread my legs as wide as I could, leaning forward and pressing my belly against his.
Our bodies as close as humanly possible, I ground my hips in long, slow circles, stimulating my G-spot and clit in one go.
My tits were right in his face, and he took the opportunity to suck a nipple into his mouth. Staying silent was an impossible task.
“Faster,” he grunted when he was done lavishing my breasts with attention.
I sped up, grinding harder, not only in a bid to please him, but to achieve another earth-shattering release. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing the sides lightly and carefully avoiding the windpipe.
Choking was always a weakness of mine, though Warrior had been more of a fan of hair-pulling. With breath play having entered the equation, tension rapidly built in my core. As I grew closer, my walls began tightening around him.
“Not yet,” he said through gritted teeth, relinquishing his hold on my throat to grip my hips, forcing me to slow down. “You don’t get to come before me.”
“Please,” I whimpered, growing more desperate as I teetered on the edge.
“Please what?”
Oh, this asshole. He wanted me to beg for my orgasm, and I was in no position to refuse him. So, as prompted, I began to plead.
“Please, please let me come, sir!”
The asshole chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve been such a pain in the ass. Why should I let you?”
Many insults were on the tip of my tongue, but I knew better than to let any of them slip. Mouthing off would only get me further away from my goal.
“Please, sir,” I begged again, unsure if I could stave off my orgasm for long.
He hummed in consideration, then sighed heavily and gave a permissive wave of his hand. “Fine.”
That single word unleashed the floodgates.
I came, screaming his name, my pussy pulsing around his cock.
It proved to be too much for him, as seconds later, ropes of cum was shooting into me.
When we both began to recover from our orgasms, I crashed my lips against his.
He kissed me back, an arm sliding around my waist. Neither of us tried to move, content with just kissing and basking in the afterglow of our intense fuck session.
In the back of my mind, I knew this closeness was temporary. Even if our intimacy lasted until we left his cabin, eventually, we’d go back to our separate lives. But, until that time came, I’d relish the break from reality and the time spent in his arms.