Chapter 3 #2
I unbuckle my belt, the metal clinking against the buckle, but her fingers fumble with the button of my pants, her touch eager, desperate.
I slap her hands away, taking control. “Not yet,” I murmur, my voice rough, my breath coming in short gasps. “I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
I kiss her neck, my lips trailing down the curve of her collarbone, my tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. She arches into me, her moans filling the room, her body responding to every touch, every kiss.
My mouth trails lower, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them apart as I kneel between her legs.
Her lace underwear is soaked, the fabric clinging to her skin. I hook my fingers into it and tear it off, tossing it aside.
Her pussy is glistening, her lips swollen and pink, begging for my mouth.
I dive in, my tongue lapping at her clit, tasting her sweetness. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, her hips bucking against my mouth.
“Hercules,” she cries out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. “Fuck, yes. Right there.”
I smirk against her skin, savoring her reaction, but I’m not done yet.
I want to hear her scream. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it, driving her wild. Her body shakes, her walls clenching around my tongue. “God, I’m close—”
“Not yet,” I growl, pulling away, leaving her gasping.
I’m enjoying this way too much for her to already come.
Her taste on my tongue, the little sounds she makes at the back of her throat, the soft skin between her legs.
I don’t want this to end.
But I know she won’t last much longer.
“I’m going to finger you now, Sunshine,” I murmur. “And once I’m inside you—and only when I tell you it’s okay—you can let go. Do you understand?”
She looks at me with wild eyes. “Please.”
“Sunshine, did you get that?” I ask with more authority.
She whimpers, her breath hitching as her hips twitch against my hand. “Yes.”
“Then say you’ll only come once I tell you to.”
She groans, her head falling back against the couch, her blonde hair spilling across the pillow like liquid gold. “Hercules.”
I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Say it.”
Her body trembles, her nails digging into my forearms. “I’ll only come when you tell me to,” she relents, her voice a mix of frustration and surrender.
I smile, a slow, satisfied curve of my lips, and slide my finger inside her.
She’s hot, wet, and tighter than I imagined, her walls clenching around me like a vice. “Good girl,” I praise, my voice thick.
Her eyes flutter closed as I begin to move, slow and deliberate, my finger stroking her rhythmically.
Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling with each shallow gasp. I can feel her building, her body tensing like a bowstring, and I know she’s fighting the urge to let go.
“That’s it, Sunshine,” I murmur, my lips brushing her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone. “Hold on for me. You’re doing so fucking good.”
She whimpers, her head tossing from side to side. “Hercules, please. I can’t—”
“You can,” I cut her off, my voice firm. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, pleading, desperate. “I need—”
“Shh,” I silence her with a kiss, soft and slow, my tongue tangling with hers. “Not yet. Not until I say so. It’ll be better this way, I promise.”
She groans into my mouth, her body arching off the couch, her hips pressing down on my hand.
I can feel her pulse quickening, her muscles quivering, and I know she’s on the edge, teetering between control and release.
“Such a good girl,” I repeat, my voice a low rumble.
Her cheeks flush, her lips parting on a breathless laugh. “You’re killing me.”
I smile, my finger curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her gasp and squirm. “Almost there,” I whisper, my voice a promise. “But not yet. Not until I say so.”
She nods, her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. “Okay,” she breathes. “Okay.”
And with that, I slide a second finger inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate me, her body clenching around me like a glove.
She gasps, her back arching, her head falling back as her mouth opens on a silent cry.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my fingers moving faster now, harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “You can come for me now.”
And with my permission her body explodes.
Her walls clench around my fingers, a cry tearing from her throat as she shatters.
I hold her through her release, my fingers still moving, my lips pressing kisses to her neck, her shoulder, her jaw.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice thick with pride. “Let it all go. You’re mine, Sunshine. All mine.”
I withdraw my fingers slowly, relishing the way her walls cling to me, the way her eyes flutter open, dazed and sated.
“Okay?” I ask her.
She nods, still dazed from her orgasm, but then she looks down at the spot between my legs.
My erection is standing proud and thick, a little pre-cum on the head already.
Every nerve in my body tightens with anticipation.
“Let me get a condom,” I say, already half turning toward the nightstand.
But before I can take a step, she reaches for my arm.
“I’m actually on the pill,” she says softly. “So if you’d want…” She hesitates for just a second before adding, “I got tested too. Recently. I’m clean.”
Relief and desire crash together inside my chest so hard it almost makes me laugh.
“Thank you, Lord,” I mutter under my breath, shaking my head slightly. “I’m clean too.”
“Good,” she murmurs.
My hand slides back to her waist and her fingers curl lightly against my chest.
The wait is over. I need to be inside her. Now.
I position myself between her legs, my cock throbbing.
“Okay?” I ask once again, my voice rough, my grip tight on her thighs.
“Yes,” she breathes, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
I don’t need more than that.
I thrust into her, deep and hard, both of us groaning at the sensation.
Her pussy is tight, hot, perfect, her walls gripping me like a vice.
I set a relentless pace, my hips snapping forward, her body moving with mine, the couch creaking beneath us.
“Harder,” she demands, her voice laced with desperation, her body begging for more.
I give her what she wants, pounding into her with abandon, my control shattered.
Her lips part in a silent scream, her body tensing as she teeters on the edge. “Hercules, I’m—”
“Me too,” I growl, feeling the edge approaching, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing with the promise of release. “Let’s go together, Sunshine. Scream my name. My real one.”
Her body starts to shake then and she screams “Jake, now.”
We climax together, my cock pulsing deep inside her.
I shift my weight, rolling to the side but keeping her tucked against me.
The alcohol is finally starting to pull me toward a heavy, dreamless sleep, but I fight it for one more minute.
I look down at her, at the way her blonde hair is plastered to her forehead and the way the gumball ring is still shining on her finger.
"You okay?" I whisper, my voice barely a thread.
She smiles, a sleepy, satisfied curve of her lips. "I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, Hercules. But yeah. I’m okay."
“Good,” I mutter, pulling the throw from the couch over both of us. “Sleep, Talia.”
“Sleep, husband,” she murmurs.
The word lingers in my mind, surreal and heavy.
As I close my eyes, a small, rational part of my brain whispers something to me, but I ignore it.
It tries again.
What the hell did you do?
That’s my last thought before sleep finally takes me.