45. Malic #3
Stubbornly, she huffs, and her features harden from the state of pleasure she was in. “You really want me to scream your name? What if I don’t?”
I grin, flicking my tongue over her nipple again, and earning small noises. “Then this stops. No one in this universe but me should have their name on the tip of your tongue.”
“And if you’re not the only one?” she replies breathlessly, heaving her perfect tits up and down in my grip.
“Then I’ll fight them to the death to win your heart,” I quip, moving to her other nipple and continuing the same torture.
She grinds her aching pussy against nothing. Her breaths speed up, and she whines when I pull back.
“I never knew you were such a greedy girl,” I hum, moving between her nipples and pulling them both into my mouth over and over again.
Fuck. If I’m not careful, I’ll be the one coming way too early and in my pants before I ever make it into the promised land of her slick pussy.
And all before she even says my name. No worries, though.
I’ll pull it out of her before I take her jeans off.
“Tell me, Little Ghost. How wet are you for me? Do you get that wet for others?” AKA those other fuckers she used to give all her time to.
“N-no,” she shudders under my movements, trying to find more and more friction to satisfy the burning need growing inside her.
“Hmmm. Let’s keep it that way, huh?” I suggest, tugging roughly at her left nipple and earning a loud moan from her popped-open lips.
“And your cock blocking roommate?” she asks through heaving breaths, still not giving me what I want.
“What about him?” I question, flicking my tongue on her other nipple now as heat drops to my balls at the sight of her neediness.
Fuck.
I’m not going to last.
But I need to. I want to draw this fucking pleasure out until she’s a writhing mess and chanting my name like I’m the God she calls out to. Only me.
“You-you said…” She trails off, squeezing her eyes shut as her hips work more and more against the countertop. “You said he’d be home soon…”
I grin against her tit, continuing to work her over.
"I did. He'll be here any minute," I hum again.
"I bet I could make you come by only playing with your nipples, couldn't I?
I wouldn't even have to touch your dripping pussy to make your body spasm and for you to call my name, which you'll do soon enough, won't you?
" I murmur, moving to her other nipple and taking it into my mouth.
She reacts every time. Moving and spasming, trying to reach a release that’s almost there.
“Why don’t you let go, Little Ghost, and come for me like this?
” I peer up at her as she stares down at me, moaning and squirming against the counter.
One day, I’ll explore this more with her.
“You’re so fucking receptive to me,” I hum my approval, running my tongue over her nipple several more times until I’m drawing my fucking name with my tongue against her heated flesh and tits.
“M-Malic,” she finally fucking moans, running her fingers through my long strands and holding me there where she needs me.
Use me, Olivia. Use every fucking inch of me to mark me as yours, too.
I want to be on my knees for this girl. For eternity.
I’ll give her every-fucking-thing in the entire world.
“I’m going to—” she says breathlessly before her entire body shakes and she moans my name again and again.
It’s music to my ears. And my dick, who throbs and jumps for joy, aches to be inside her.
Through heaving breaths, her eyes peel open, and she looks down at me with wide eyes.
“Did you… Holy shit. It was like a live wire straight to my…” She looks down at her pussy, still covered by her tight jeans. “Straight down there.”
Hell, she didn’t even get her shoes off yet.
How interesting…
I grin. “You know, only a small number of women can get off from nipple stimulation. Maybe only 33 percent,” I whisper, licking her nipple again and causing her to shudder.
“We can have so much fun with this. Nipple vibrators. Ice cubes. Heat. You name it, we’ll get you off…
” I trail off, eyeing the perplexed look crossing her features.
The haziness that was there a second ago disappears, and a sobering spark lights her up.
She blinks several times, her face flushed from her nipgasm. “Only one night,” she says again, gripping my hair and forcing my movements to stop. “Only one night of this. I’m leaving town again. I only came back to see you.”
Hmmm, I wonder how true that is. Did Oliver lose the baggy clothes and chest binder to draw me in?
What’s the game my little ghost is playing?
Obviously, she’s playing one. Maybe not a smart game.
Cat and mouse, maybe? Luring me into this little tryst so she can…
Huh, I have no clue. Maybe she wants to get down and dirty again.
Has she ached for me the way I ache for her?
Or perhaps she’s back to get those pesky glasses she dropped the night I drugged her at the party and brought her to my bed for a cuddle.
Although she wasn’t aware of the cuddling or the cute snores that fell from her lips.
And her glasses? Well, I have been keeping them safe and sound, locked in a safe in my room.
There was something funny about them. Maybe they have something to do with her job as an agent?
Well, no matter. I’m getting all those answers and more. Later, of course. Right now, I want to enjoy her and her body as much as I can for as long as I can before she falls asleep and wakes up in the morning and hates every molecule in my body.
“You came back to town for me?” I ask, kicking off my shoes and tossing them aside.
“Yes,” she says as a blush consumes her face and travels to the tips of her ears. Adorable. “I heard you were going to fight,” she quickly adds, staring straight into my eyes with no fear.
Right. She’s an agent of Veritas, whatever that might be. She’s probably been trained extensively to lie and blend in while staring people in the eye. Or, at least that’s what I assume. But you know what they say about assumptions—ass out of you and me.
“So, you have friends at the university?” I ask, cocking a brow as I pull my shirt over my head and throw it on the ground without care, soaking in the feeling of her heated eyes taking in my body with a hunger sparking there.
“Simon,” she quickly says. “He’s a longtime friend,” she offers a soft smile. “So, I’m in town for tonight and only tonight.”
Ah, whatever she has planned, she thinks she can sneak out of here and leave me behind, but the joke’s on my little ghost.
“Ah, so…one night, then? I’d better make it as memorable as the last one,” I hum, wanting to add—we’ll see about that.
But I fear I may come on too strong and scare her away before I can take her shoes, pants, and panties off. The need to see her naked and sprawled out in my kitchen has me feeling reckless, but I know when to bite my tongue. Although now that I think about it, my keeper would strongly disagree.
“I’m leaving tonight to go home,” she reiterates, watching my bare chest heave. “I’m leaving town, and I won’t be back.”
Fine, I’ll play your little games as long as you play mine later.
“Won’t be back? That’s a shame. Maybe I should come with you.
” I grin at her as she tenses, registering the almost exact words I used before.
“I’d go anywhere with you, Little Ghost. Follow you to the depths of hell with the hellhounds nipping at our heels and the hellfire scorching our flesh.
Wherever you go, I go.” Well, so much for not going overboard.
I may have outed myself as the stalker I am.
Oopsie doopsie. I guess the whole biting my tongue thing was a fleeting thought.
But I’m not a liar, either.
“Why?” she finally questions, watching me with eager eyes as I stand tall in front of her and reach for the front of her jeans, pushing down the zipper, and stall at her words.
I cock my head. Well, that’s the question of the hour, isn’t it?
Why in her eyes would I follow her anywhere?
To her, I’m basically a stranger that she let fuck her in the bathroom.
Then, she had to be around me as Oliver, pretending she didn’t have a clue how it felt to have me inside her.
It must have been torture on her end. I know it was for me, too. Letting her go isn’t an option. Ever.
“Because,” I say with a shrug, putting a hand on her shoulder, and forcing her to lie back on the cold countertop.
Slowly, I lift her legs, take off her boots and socks.
Then, I carefully put her feet flat on the surface.
Overjoyed when she doesn’t fight me on anything.
“Just because I want to. Isn’t that good enough? ”
She nibbles her bottom lip while staring at me.
No doubt, trying to figure me out and wanting to say more.
Well, bad news, Crumpet. You’ll never fully figure me out.
Wilder sure hasn’t. My boss sure hasn’t.
No one has. Hell, even the therapist I saw after being rescued from the dog cage threw in the towel and then disappeared forever.
Poor fella. Couldn’t handle me at my worst. Well, he doesn’t deserve to handle me at all.
Speaking of… Where is my keeper now? He should be home soon, walking through that door angrily, trying to find me after I escaped with her in tow.
He’ll be eager to sink his teeth into the nuisance he can’t keep contained.
Yours truly. Only then will he find this scene.
Her spread out on the island, where we eat dinner every evening together.
The same place he sits to do his homework and study because his room becomes too suffocating.
Now, every time he sees this spot, he’ll think of the girl begging us to fuck her.
And she will beg beautifully before I’m done with her. The nipgasm was only a taste of what’s in store for her.