17
Alarie
Ilay in bed feeling agitated at being deprived of the high lord’s attention for yet another night and wondering if I should continue my lessons, once again, alone. Thinking of the warmth gathering between my legs and what to do about it, I heard a discreet clearing of a throat outside my door, a pause, and then I saw the doorknob turning. Jay stepped through the door, shutting it firmly and placing his body in front of the door.
Standing there in his tailored three-piece suit, sporting a five o’clock shadow on his handsome, rugged face, his very appearanceslaked a thirst within me but quickly created another.
“Jay,” I greeted him, sitting up straighter in my bed.
“I just got in,” he explained. “I wanted to check on your progress while I was away.”
His eyes unashamedly roved over the parts of my body that were not under the comforter.
“Did you get through all of the work I left for you?” the high lord inquired, a delicious slight arch in his right eyebrow.
I knew he was not asking about the piles of books he had left me on the library table. Deciding not to shy away from his question, I met his eyes.
“Oh yes. I was most thorough,” I teased, shifting around in my sheets suggestively with a smile that alluded to the pleasure I’d given myself while thinking of him each and every night that he’d been away.
To my delight, my normally stoic high lord took a deep breath, and I saw his need for me settle in his eyes.
“Good,” he said briskly.
And then, as if he had just decided something in his head, he swaggered through the large room, stopping at the side of my bed. I tracked him with my eyes, his desire for me unlocking a thrilling sense of power.
“In fact, I was just about to…” I dipped a hand suggestively under the sheet.
One minute he was standing beside my bed, and the next, his hands were on my thighs, dragging me to him, positioning himself between my thighs. I opened my legs to him willingly, eagerly. With his fingers grasping my face, he turned my soft mouth up toward his. Parting my lips with his tongue, he began to roam my mouth and teeth. I made soft little whimpers into his mouth and tried to wrap my legs around his waist, attempting to eliminate any distance between my body and the hardness taunting me.
I’d almost pressed my core to that stiff part of him when he removed his hand from my chin, placing a hand on each of my thighs and squeezing them to keep me in place.
“Jay,” I tried to say, but my words were muffled by his mouth still pressed to mine.
He pulled his mouth from mine, moving to my neck, showering me with more insistent kisses.
“Jay.” I was able to clearly say it this time, making my plea for more, for all of him.
He ripped the front of my blue cotton nightgown down the middle, and my heart jumped into my throat in excitement. And then he was grabbing my left breast and pushing it into his mouth, his rough hand grasping my other breast.
I arched my back, wanting his mouth to continue lower on my body. He let out a chuckle of satisfaction and obeyed my silent command, making his way to the silky white panties I wore. He ripped the panties off my body too, throwing them somewhere off the bed. I lay on the bed, half propped up on my elbows, surrounded by the shreds of my clothing.
He lowered his head between my thighs, finding me slick with my eagerness for him.
“Jay, don’t make me wait any longer,” I begged, swelling with an ache to be filled by him.
He knew what I was begging for. I wanted him buried hilt-deep inside of me. He ran his tongue down me, drinking me in, then plunged his tongue inside of me. It wasn’t what I was begging for, but a hungry sigh escaped my lips, anyway.
His fingers and tongue had explored my body many times as he taught me to master my first lesson and come for him whenever he commanded. But he had not yet sheathed himself inside of me, the very thing I begged for in that moment and had begged for the last several times I found myself under his ministrations. Jay had resisted, saying he would only give in to me when I wanted him inside of me more than anything I had ever wanted in my whole life. I knew it was to be my last and final act of giving in to him completely. The pleas spilling from my mouth proved that he had succeeded.
Jay drove his tongue into me once more, answering the need in my quavering breaths. I began to hold my breath, a sure sign that I was moments away from shattering for him. Unable to tell me to come for him with his words, he commanded me with the urgency of his tongue until I lost myself, squeezing my eyes shut as white stars exploded into my vision. Jay withdrew his tongue from inside of me but continued lapping at the outside of me as if enjoying the taste.
“Tell me what you want, Alarie,” he ordered.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, my voice thick with my desire for him.
I pushed up onto my elbows, looking down at him.
“I want you inside of me, Jay,” I said, no longer too shy to tell him exactly what I wanted.
With a wicked look in his eyes, he rose and immediately began to expertly unbuckle his pants with a single hand. Removing his belt from the loops, he wound it around his hand, pulling so tightly that I saw his hand go white underneath it. My mind began to race with ideas of what he could do to me with that bit of leather. Jay traced my eyes to his belt and then peered back at me. The smoldering look in his gray eyes made my breath catch.
“No more lessons for tonight, dear,” he said, as if speaking to himself more than me and dismissing whatever idea had come to his mind.
His need from weeks of teaching me to come for him was impossible to be contained anymore. Without being told, I scrambled from the bed, falling to my knees with my desire to finally take him in my mouth once more. An approving rumble emanated from the throat of the high lord at the sight of my eagerness. As soon as he released himself from his pants, large and glistening at the tip with his need, my mouth was on him, taking him into my throat as I’d done before.
His hand found the back of my head, wrapping my hair around his hand tight enough so that I could no longer control the movement of my mouth over him. Instead, he began to push into my mouth, not overly rough, seeing that I could take all of him before making deeper, increasingly faster thrusts. I moaned around him, begging him to keep going. But he stopped, his hand in my hair tightening. He pulled my mouth from him and forced me to look up at his face.
Kneeling before my high lord, his gray eyes penetrating me, I knew, at last, I was going to get what I’d pleaded for.
He pulled me from my knees and lifted me onto the bed. He lowered his body on top of mine, his muscled body sliding against my breasts. His length fell against me, feeling my wetness. He rubbed himself against the outside of me as he nipped at my neck. I tried to angle my hips and to get my hands to him, to maneuver him inside of me. He offered a soft laugh as he prevented me from doing so, pressing me down with the weight of his body.
Grabbing my hands and encircling both of them easily with one of his larger hands, he pinned my arms above my body. Stretching my body taut, he dipped his head to my breasts. He moved his other hand to my lower back, causing me to arch into him. My entire body hummed in anticipation.
“You want my cock buried inside of you?” he asked, continuing to tease the pool of wetness at my opening.
I pressed my eyes closed, consumed by my need for him, writhing under him in response. He roughly grabbed my face in his hand.
“Answer me, Alarie,” he demanded.
My eyes popped open.
“Yes, Jay. Fuck me. I can’t stand it anymore.”
And then, his gaze locked onto my green and gold eyes, he crossed my threshold for the first time. A growl escaped his lips as my wetness enclosed around him inch by inch. He watched as my eyes went wide with the pain that came with him making room for himself inside of me for the first time. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as he gently pushed himself inside of me until he was fully sheathed. He lay on top of me, inside of me, unmoving, like he was savoring the feel of being soaked in me. I tried to move against him, but he pinned me to the bed with the weight of his body.
“Alarie, my dear, you were worth the wait,” he whispered softly, his lips pressed right below my ear.
And then he began to move inside of me.
“Jay! Oh my gods, Jay. Yes!” I moaned, losing myself at the feel of him inside me, finally filling that ache I’d begged for him to sate.
He continued to move tenderly inside of me as he placed his mouth around mine. With his muscled arms on both sides of our bodies, he lifted his torso off my breasts so that he could look down and see himself slowly moving in and out of me. He placed a firm hand on my lower stomach, possessively, feeling himself move inside of me, pressing against my walls. Each stroke within me felt like it was radiating through my entire body, culminating in one all-consuming rush.
He reached back and grabbed my foot, using it to press my leg wide and toward my chest. He angled me until he found that spot within me that always made me quiver. Taking more shallow thrusts, he stroked over and over the spot, working me into a frenzy.
Looking back up from the intoxicating sight of him plunging into me, I threw my head back, biting my lower lip as I bucked against him, moaning his name as my orgasm rocked me. He began to thrust inside of me with more urgency.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded.
He wrapped his hands around both of my thighs, gripping me tightly as his need drove him deeper and harder and faster until he lost himself inside of me for the first time.
“You’re exquisite,” he said with his eyes locked onto me.
In that look, I did not see my mentor, the high lord who had so diligently worked my mind and body these last several weeks. Instead, I saw a man softening with something other than pure desire.