Chapter 7 Sunday Night #3
“I kept my eyes on his face,” Amber goes on. “And the way he looked when he was finally inside me, the sounds he made.” Her back arches away from the seat, and she moans. “And then he whispered in my ear that he wasn’t going to be gentle, that he was going to fuck me hard.”
“And did he?”
She nods, running her hands along her thighs. “Yes. I could barely breathe. My whole body was on fire. I tried to stay quiet, because I knew the door was unlocked. I knew someone could walk in at any moment.”
“What if someone had walked in, Miss Pope?” I glance over at her, and she gives me a crooked smile. “Or does the idea of having someone walking in on you with a dick buried inside your cunt make you even wetter?”
“Maybe it does.” She stretches in her seat, kicking off her stilettos and bracing her elegant feet against the dash. “Maybe I’d like my professor to take me to a sex club, one where people could watch us.”
Holy fucking god. Sweat breaks out on the back of my neck and I don’t think I can make it the whole ride home. If she keeps talking like this I’m going to embarrass the fuck out of myself and come in my pants.
“Why do you want people to watch you, Miss Pope?”
She cups her breasts with a sigh, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “So everyone would know I was his, sir.”
“And you are his, aren’t you?”
It’s just a game. Just a game. But not even the role-play can remove the possessive stab of jealousy in my chest, because dammit she is mine.
“Yes, I am, sir,” she says softly, her head tipping back as she keeps playing with her tits. “All I can think about is him being inside me, the way it felt when he lost control and came inside me, it made me feel like I only ever want to be his.”
This isn’t feeling like a game.
I want to pull over and fuck her now, in the car. She’s starting to squirm in her seat, and I know she’s needy, as needy as I am. The quiet highway streaks past us as I speed towards our house.
“How did your fantasy end, Miss Pope?” My voice is gravelly, my grip on the steering wheel is like iron, and I’m trying like hell to steer the conversation back to the game, the fantasy, not the very real desire to spank Amber until her ass is raw, then fuck her until every hole is full of me and she never leaves my bed again.
Caveman. Fucking insane caveman.
“I came so quick,” Amber says, and her voice is more like a moan now, a breathy, needy moan as she squeezes her nipples.
“Because he was so big, and he fucked me so hard. But he didn’t stop, even when I was clawing at the mirror, he kept fucking me, and telling me that I was his dirty little slut, just his, to fuck whenever and wherever he wanted. ”
Where can I pull over? Fuck, I need to pull over now.
“And then he came.” Amber undoes her seatbelt and kneels on her seat, reaching over to undo my pants, and frees my cock, feathering her fingers up and down my length. “He pumped me so full of cum, it was running down my legs.”
Fuck. Goddamn. Are we nearly home? We have to nearly be home.
“Keep driving,” Amber murmurs, and I expect her to give me head, or jerk me off til I explode all over the steering wheel.
But she pumps me gently, running her thumb over my tip to collect the pre-cum that won’t stop leaking, and does nothing more.
“I want you to take me to a club,” she whispers in my ear.
“I want you to sit back and watch other men fuck me, but only because you say they can. I want to be tied down and blindfolded, and be used while you watch. And then I want you to fuck me. In my pussy, my mouth, even in my ass if you want, because I’m yours and you can do what you want to me. ”
I swallow down my groan. “You want to be shared with other men?”
“I want to be used, Theo.” She presses her hot lips to my neck.
“I want to be fucked and used like a doll, I want you to fuck my mouth til I choke. I want my pussy to be so sore I can’t walk.
Because you did it to me, and I wanted you to.
” She licks my skin, and I can’t suppress this groan anymore, my cock swelling and twitching in her hand.
“I want to be yours, Theo. Your dirty little slut. Can I be that for you?”
A serrated breath bursts from my lungs as I take the exit towards home. I wrap my hand around Amber’s, stilling her movements but lifting my hips to grind myself against her palm.
“You’re my dirty little slut,” I say, and she smiles against my skin. “And when we get home, you’re to go inside, take off this dress, and go to my room. Get on your knees, and wait for me there.”
“Yes sir,” She snuggles against my shoulder, continuing to stroke my dick, until we pull into the driveway of my house. The street is dark, and quiet, and Amber adjusts her dress before I open her door. She takes off her stilettos and tiptoes silently across the driveway.
I stride after her and unlock the door. But once we’re inside, when Amber moves to obey me, I grab her arm and spin her against the wall. Her big eyes gaze up at me, her breath coming heavy.
The door falls closed, and I want to keep playing this game, I want to maintain control. I’m the dominant here, right? I should be able to keep the scene going.
But I fucking can’t.
“I should be better at this,” I murmur, threading a hand into her hair. “I should be, shouldn’t I?”
The corners of her mouth tug into a grin. “Better at what? Being the big man?” She cranes her neck, to nip at my lips with her own. “You think that’s all I want from you? The dom?”
Our breath is mingling, our lips brushing but not completely touching.
“Isn’t it?”
She shakes her head, pulling me closer so her body is pressed between mine and the wall, the streetlight falling through the frosted glass of the door, illuminating her eyes.
“You think I don’t want you to lose control?” She grinds her hips against me, and a shuddering groan reverberates through my throat. “I do, Theo. Whatever you have to give me, I’ll take it.”
She didn’t call me sir that time. This isn’t a game.
The dangerous, hopeful, painful thought that this is real is intoxicating.
There’s no space between us, only heat, and electricity, the pounding heart that’s so loud I swear it takes up all the space in my brain, until there’s nothing but her and the warmth of her skin and the cotton candy scent of her hair.
And I lose control.
Amber moans into my mouth as I crush hers, lifting her up so her legs can lock around my hips.
The silky black dress rides up her thighs, my hands digging into her ass as her teeth clamp down on my lower lip.
She’s tearing at my shirt, and buttons ping to the ground one after another.
She moves lower, to my pants, freeing my aching cock.
“Theo,” she moans. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
She sucks in a sharp breath as I push inside her, the relief so acute I fucking shudder.
I keep one hand under her ass, tearing down her dress with the other,palming her breast. I’m rough this time, it’s not a gentle caress, but she loves it, moaning loudly, her nipples so hard they could probably cut me open.
I grind my cock into her tight pussy, sliding in deeper and deeper each time, and fuck, she’s so wet.
Her legs squeeze my hips harder, her mouth open as she pants, as she gasps my name, Theo, Theo, yeah, fuck, oh god don’t stop.
I bring my mouth down over hers, her lips quivering, her breathing strained.
I want to come, I want to come just like this, buried inside her in a wild frenzy because I couldn’t fucking stand to wait, but it’s too quick, too fast, and if I only have another 12 hours to hear this woman screaming my name as she comes, I’m damn well going to take every chance I get.
I stop my movements with a groan, and Amber rocks her hips, whimpering as she slides herself up and down my length.
“Theo, please,” she murmurs, and I pull out of her. “What are you doing?”
Breathing heavy, I turn and carry her up the stairs.
She clings on to me, her arms wrapped around my neck.
In the bedroom, I put her on her feet, and peel the dress off over her head.
She backs away as I strip off my own clothes, lying down on her back with her thighs open, and her eyes widen with delight when I lunge forward to plunge my face into her pussy.
“Theo!” Her fingers claw through my hair, and I clasp onto her thighs to roll onto me back with her on top of my face. She lets out another yelp of surprise, attempting to hover, but I won’t have that.
“Sit on my fucking face,” I growl. I grip her hips and force her down, sucking her clit hungrily into my mouth.
“Oh!” She cries out, her hips jerking in a rhythm that I can tell isn’t voluntary. “Theo, fuck, fuck.” Her moans are strained, covered by sharp, hissing exhalations. Within seconds she’s fucking my face for real, sliding her engorged clit against my tongue, her fingertips raking through my hair.
She may get off on knowing I’ve lost control, but hearing and feeling and touching her loss of control, her desire and her desperation, is fucking glorious.
I stroke my cock while I pull her clit between my lips, raking gently with my teeth, the sounds she’s making sending me even more feral with need.
I’m not going to fucking last. I’m going to explode while she’s on my face.
The hour in the car, her confession to me about wanting to be used, her delicate fingers stroking my cock, all of it combines into a fiery storm that sears my fucking groin.
I groan into her cunt, so wet and dripping, soaking my face.
Her breaths come in short gasps, her thighs trembling violently either side of my head. She tosses her head back, arching her spine with a loud whimper.
“Theo, fuck.” Her curse is lost in a long moan, and the heat and pressure in my groin is too much.