Chapter 38 Exquisite Agony
EXQUISITE AGONY
VALE
We walk a few blocks to get back to the garage where he parked the car.
He places the bags in the trunk and offers me the keys again.
He’s been so good to me today, so loving and generous.
He waited for me in the thrift store, in the market.
He took me to a hippy bead shop where I got Kat a bracelet and smelled all the homemade soaps.
He didn’t seem to mind when I tasted all the ice cream flavors at one shop.
When I didn’t order anything, he dropped a huge tip in the jar for their trouble because he’s nice like that.
Every day we spend together, I love him more. I love him so much, it’s a struggle to hold it inside. I want him to know that he’s precious to me. How can I show him how wonderful I think he is?
“I don’t think I can drive right now, I’m a little on edge.”
He’s got a boyish grin on his face. “Are you that hot and bothered?”
I huff and walk around to the passenger door, shaking my head. I can’t talk to him about this because it’ll make the throb between my legs worse. He’ll do something that makes me suffer more, and I’ll get even more frustrated.
“Wait!”
I turn around in time for him to grab my thighs and lift me up. He presses me into the car door, his hips notched between mine. “Tell me why you can’t drive.” He knows exactly why I can’t.
“I’ll crash and kill us both imagining what it'll be like when you're inside me. I don’t want to kill us both. Okay?” I snap at him.
He thrusts his hips between mine. “This the cock you’re thinking about?” He smirks, always smirking this one. If I wasn’t so frustrated I’d appreciate it.
“Oliver,” I moan and lean my head against the car door, closing my eyes. “Save it. I can’t take much more. I’m this close to being committed to a psych ward—” I hold my hand up, my index finger and my thumb smashed together, illustrating just how close I am to losing it.
“What happens if I keep going? What would you do if I keep teasing this tight pussy for the rest of the night?” He rolls his hips, his hard cock teasing me through our clothes, and I want to scream.
“Immortality won’t mean anything because I’ll kill you. If I were you, that’s what I’d be worried about right now.” I give him a dirty look when I lift my head.
Oliver sticks his bottom lip out and pouts.
I grab his shoulders and lean in closer.
I grab that lip with my teeth and bite down, making a threat.
His breath rushes out against my face, and I feel his cock twitch against me.
“Be good,” I growl without releasing his lip.
I wait for a moment, then I suck his lip into my mouth, licking at it, tasting him.
When I release him, the fire burns in his eyes. The color swirling between green and black, a pulsating inferno that makes my core clench with need. I want him so fucking much! I can’t handle this. I can’t handle any more.
“Are you sure you want me to be good right now?”
“No,” I blurt out, but then I shake my head. “Yes, I do. Don’t you want me?” I say as my hips jerk, sliding against his hardness, making myself wet all over again.
He gets in my face. “I’ve never wanted anyone more.
Not once in my very long life, Vale.” He slams his lips against mine before I can process what he’s said.
He’s showing me his desire, his pain. He wants me too.
When he drops my legs, I stand on unsteady feet, worried at any moment I’ll tip right over.
I get this dizzy feeling around him way too often. I worry that it’ll never go away.
“Allow me,” he says, and he opens my door. He stands back, shifting his erection under his jeans. The bulge looks uncomfortable. I hope it is.
When I get into the car, I lean my head back on the headrest, smiling up at him with a horny, lust-filled gaze. “Does it hurt, baby? I want it to hurt for me.”
Oliver leans in and over me. “Trust me when I say that you have your wish. I ache for you. It hurts because I’m not already buried in that tight, little cunt. I’m going to be. Don’t you worry, beautiful.” He grabs my pussy over my skirt, his fingers possessive as he squeezes and smirks in my face.
“I’ll fill you up.” He kisses my left cheek.
I turn into him, but he pulls back before I can kiss him.
“I’ll stuff you so full of my cock you won’t be able to walk.
” He kisses my right cheek innocently, smirking like the devil as my heart races.
“Oh baby, you’ll be so sore, so full of my cum.
Mm-hmm, I can see it now.” He closes his eyes and hums.
Oliver takes his hand away, but I grab his wrist. I place his hand under my skirt. “I’m going to die if you don’t make me come. Please. Right here, right now. Make me come because I can’t take it anymore. I’ve hit my limit.”
He continues to smirk before pulling away. I swallow hard as I try to get my body under control. I rearrange my skirt to cover my legs, but when he opens the door and jumps in, I change my mind. I undo the top buttons so that all that’s left is the tied waistband keeping it on me.
He already has my underwear stuffed in his pocket somewhere, so I prop my foot up on the door. Watching his every tense movement, I spread my legs and toss the fabric to the sides of my hips. He closes his eyes, drawing in deep, steadying breaths.
“Don’t do that,” I say, my words the gentlest whisper in the air. “Look at me.” I don’t think my voice has ever been so low, so sexual. It sounds strange to my ears.
Oliver turns to me, right as I place one hand on the inside of my thigh. He looks down between my legs. I’m sure the view isn’t the greatest for someone like him, someone who wants to see everything, but I have to do this. I’m going to die before we get back. I can’t wait.
I slide the fingers of my right hand up the inside of my thigh, watching his eyes follow my movements.
Normally, I’d be full-on begging him to touch me, but since I failed at it, I’m going to show him what he’s missing out on.
I get to the edge of my mound, then slide them back to the knee.
Oliver’s eyes get wide, and he looks at my face, nostrils flaring.
I can finally make him crazy with it. I can make a lust demon, well, lust. And that makes me so fucking happy. I smile at him when he bites his lip.
“Have you resorted to teasing me, Vale?”
I lean in and he does the same, propping one elbow on the console between us.
I lift my fingertips up to his lips with an innocent look on my face.
“Well, you see, I’m so wet right now, but my fingers”—I hold my middle and index finger up—“they’re not.
I thought maybe you could help me with that first.”
Oliver grabs my wrist and brings my fingers up to his mouth.
“All you had to do is ask, baby. You know how much I like getting you wet.” He smirks at me before he slides my fingers inside his warm, wet mouth.
His tongue swirls over my fingertips, pulling them deeper.
I pull them back and he slides his mouth back up and over them, taking them deep.
Memories of the night we met, how he healed me when I got burned, make me grin. “You don’t have to heal me this time.” I pull my fingers out of his mouth and slide them to my pussy. His lips twitch for a moment when he realizes what I’m talking about.
“You knew?”
“I thought you had magic saliva,” I say, and it makes him laugh.
“I do,” he says, then continues to laugh. “Just a little bit.”
I slide my wet fingers up my slit and press down on my clit, the same way he taught me. I’m still close to his face, looking up into those gorgeous eyes. I can tell he’s having a hard time deciding whether to look at me or at what my hand is doing. My breathing hitches when I circle my clit.
My hips slide forward with a jerk. I lean back into the seat, pressing my back against it hard. I close my eyes because it feels good. I want to make myself come. As much as it’s for me, to get me through this moment, it’s also for Oliver. I want him to see me touch myself.
I hit the wall though. I can’t get over it. It’s like my body revs up to the point that I’m going to come, but I can never achieve it. He claims I’m not broken, he felt it. He’s seen my clit, he should know, but I can’t manage to do it on my own.
I open my eyes and look at him. Oliver looks up from my hand and frowns. “Oh, baby,” he says softly, reaching for my cheek. “You can do it, keep going. Let me watch you. Keep your eyes open and focus on me. See how much you’re turning me on. See how much I want you.”
Even though I haven’t stopped circling my clit, I want to. I don’t want to continue. “Why is this so hard? When you touch me, it happens so fast. You’re so much better at it than me.”
Oliver chuckles and my cheeks heat in embarrassment. “I’m not laughing at you, Vale. It’s just that you said I’m better at it than you, and I suddenly felt giddy with power.”
“You have power, Oliver. Why don’t you use it for good right now and make me come.”
“You don’t know how badly I want to watch you make yourself come,” he says, and he’s so close his breath is against my lips. “Get out and get in the back seat because I want to see it better.”
I don’t think twice. I jump out of the car and hop in without buttoning the skirt. The fact is there’s more room back there and we can get closer. It does occur to me that we’re in a parking garage, but I’m done caring. I need this.
Oliver slides the seat forward before he follows me into the back seat. The moment he gets in and closes the door, I jump onto his lap. I grab his face in my hands and kiss him. It’s so fast. I’m already losing it. “I want you,” I cry out against his mouth.
Oliver pulls back. “And I want you, but I need to see you make yourself come. I want it so bad,” he says while he holds my hips still. “Now it’s all I can think about.”
I let out a huff of frustration. “Fine!”