Chapter 19 Guy #2
When I’m back in the bedroom, Lina has placed a chair at the end of the bed. She’s sitting in it, in black lingerie and a pair of heels, and when I approach her, she stands. She tugs off my towel, eyeing my cock before biting her lip.
“So, Chief,” she says softly, tracing the lines of my abs. “You’re used to being in charge. Do you think you can handle me taking over?”
I tilt her chin up. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
Never have her green eyes been clearer, brighter. She’s thriving, and I’m loving every second of it already.
“Get on the bed and sit against the pillows,” she says. I do, and I track her as she takes her seat again. She crosses one leg over the other and grips the arms of the chair. “Stroke your cock. Slowly. Up … down … up … down. In that exact rhythm. And eyes on me, Chief.”
This is a first, but I go with it. I follow that same speed, gripping my solid cock, entirely focused on her and the sensation.
“Faster, but you don’t come until I say. Is that understood?”
I nod. “Yes, Lina.”
“Monty.”
My cock somehow gets even harder. “Yes, Monty.”
“Good boy,” she purrs, and I continue stroking. It feels good, too good. Her eyes on me, her commands, the way she runs her togue across her bottom lip, and soon I’m breaking rhythm and going faster. “Stop.”
I blink. “What?”
“Let go of your cock.”
Gritting my teeth, I do. She stands and gets onto the bed. I grip the covers as she crawls over to me, her hair over one shoulder, the strap of her bra slipping down as if teasing me.
She captures my mouth with hers and bites my lip. “Did I say speed up?”
I try to kiss her again, but she pulls back. “No.”
“No what?”
“No, Monty.”
“Then why did you?”
My heart is like a fucking freight train in my chest. “Because you’re so fucking beautiful you make me want to come.”
She smirks. “Nice try. Follow my rhythm, or you’ll regret it.”
Part of me wants to know what that means, but this is Monty Reid. It could mean many things, most of which could end up with me in a great deal of pain.
She returns to her seat. “Continue.”
She coaches me through the rhythm, but when she’s looking at my cock as greedily as she is, I can’t help but move faster.
Her gaze cuts to mine. “Stop.”
“Monty—”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I stop stroking, my chest rising and falling with quick breaths, but I cease breathing all together when she stands and drops her panties down her thighs.
The black lace slips across her creamy skin, and she steps out of them.
She sits again and hangs her legs over the arms of the chair, spread open for me.
I groan and go to move.
“Stay exactly where you are.”
It takes all my effort to do as she says, especially when she runs her finger across herself. She’s pink and glistening, wet and ready for me.
A low growl escapes my throat. “Fuck, Monty.”
“If you were a good boy, you could be tasting me,” she says. “But you weren’t good, were you?”
“No,” I say, my eyes fixed on her pussy.
She pushes two fingers inside herself, and I nearly shoot off the fucking bed.
I’m losing control, close to fucking feral as she fingers herself.
Her eyes flutter closed and she drops her head back, using her other hand to reveal her breasts and play with her nipples.
She grinds against her hand, her hips rolling.
“I’ve lost count how many times I’ve done this thinking about you,” she gasps.
I can’t speak. Can’t breathe. I need to sink into her pussy, fuck her senseless, but I stay fucking still.
“Even before I came to your house, I’d think about you.
” She rolls a nipple between her fingers.
“I’d imagine you fucking me just like you did.
Rough. Powerful.” She moans loudly. “I knew you’d fuck me perfectly. ”
“Monty,” I groan. “Please.”
With every roll of her hips, my dick gets harder. She’s fucking perfection—her body, her soft sounds, her control over me.
“I dreamed of you,” she pants, her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy rapidly. “I needed you so badly. I … oh God, Guy—” a cry escapes her lips as she comes, her body shuddering with pleasure. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.
She finally looks at me, eyes half closed, a lazy smile on her face.
And she does it again.
And again.
She makes me watch as she comes, moaning my name, telling me her fantasies. It’s exquisite fucking torture, and I both love and hate every second of it.
By the time she’s finished her fourth orgasm, pre-cum is leaking down my cock. She sucks her fingers clean.
“Now,” she whispers. “Do as you’re told, or you’ll never come.”
This time, I follow every instruction to the fucking letter. I’m so desperate to fuck her, to bend her over and smack her ass until it glows red. I want to bury my cock down her throat until she cries off her mascara, until I empty myself into her.
But I’m patient. And obedient.
Both things I hate being.
“Stop.”
I release my cock. My skin is hot. My dick is painfully hard. Sweat peppers my chest.
“Lie down. I want to ride your face.”
Oh, hell yes.
I lie back, and as she straddles my mouth, I grip her thighs. And thank fuck, she doesn’t hold back. She sits with her full weight, and I devour her.
This building could be on fire, and I’d be happy dying with her sitting right here.
She moans and rides me, not gentle or soft. She bucks, gripping my hair as I lick and taste her. I’ve forgotten all about how hard I am and I focus entirely on her beautiful pussy on my mouth, and her sweet little moans as she takes pleasure from me.
“Oh, Guy, use your fingers, please …” I waste no time sucking on my finger before teasing her ass, my tongue sucking her clit.
“Yes, yes, fucking yes—” Her grip on my hair burns, but the sound she makes as she comes has me forgetting the pain.
She squirts over my beard and face, and I lap up every damn drop.
The moment she moves off me, I miss the feel of her. She straddles my waist, heaving in breaths, and I run my hands up her body, cupping and massaging her breasts.
“I like telling you what to do,” she murmurs, a small smile on her lips.
“Surprisingly, I like it, too,” I admit.
She grins down at me. “But when I say switch, I want you to take over again. Am I clear?”
“Crystal.” I pull her down and kiss her, and to my ever-growing delight, she licks the taste of herself off my lips. And then with slow, patient movements, she slides her pussy onto my cock, gripping me with her warmth. “Fuck—”
“Oh, God,” she cries out. “I forgot how big you are.”
“I’ll try not to be too offended by that.”
Her laugh is breathy. “You know what I mean.” And then she rolls her hips, a perfect, smooth movement that has my cock twitching inside her. “You have the most perfect dick, Chief.”
She rocks against me again and then plants her hands flat on my chest.
And she rides me.
Slow at first.
Her head drops back, her lips parted on breathy sighs.
But she steadily picks up speed, her nails pressed into my skin, until she’s riding me like a fucking pro.
I grip her hips, squeezing my eyes closed as she makes me feel things I didn’t even think were fucking possible. She’s tight, soaked, wrapped around my cock like a warm fist. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, but I fight it off, eager to make this last as long as I possibly can.
I open my eyes and lose breath at the sight of her.
Her head is tipped back, her breasts shaking as she snaps her hips back and forth. A rosy blush has climbed across her chest and cheeks, her nipples are peaked, and I can only stare at her in wonder.
“Switch,” she breathes.
I grin.
Flipping her onto her back, I pin her hands above her head, and I fuck her.
I really fuck her.
The bed shakes and she screams out her pleasure, her knees pulled back, her body spread open and perfect. Each thrust has me grunting, groaning, begging to have this feeling until the day I fucking die.
And then she comes.
She cries out my name, screams it, and her pussy throbs and tightens around my cock. My orgasm slams through me, a thousand sensations pouring across my skin, and I bury my face in her neck as I fill her.
My skin is electric, my mind alight, and I pant into her skin as the feeling slowly ebbs away. Lina relaxes her legs back onto the bed but keeps me close, running her fingers through my hair.
“Still with me, Chief?”
I laugh. “Just about.”
Pushing myself up with my hand, I look down at her. She looks thoroughly fucked and happy. “Good fucking boy.”
I laugh again and kiss her, wondering how I found peace with a woman who is war personified.