Chapter Five #3
Whatever snarky, snippy words had been set to fly out of her mouth died on a long, throaty moan, and he watched her eyes roll back with a swelling ego and a throbbing dick.
She was hot and snug around him, her pussy rippling and pulsing as she adjusted to his invading length, and he wanted to move more than he wanted his next breath.
He fought the urge and kept still, his hands resting lightly on her trembling knees, until she blinked her eyes open to stare at him with hazy lust.
“Nash,” she said, her voice a husky rasp of need.
He wanted to lean down, cover her quaking body with his, take her swollen and eager mouth. But he knew if he did, he’d be lost. So he stayed where he was, kneeling between her splayed thighs, his hands light on her knees and his dick throbbing deep inside her. “What?”
“Move,” she urged, and pumped her hips to punctuate the demand.
“Sure,” he said agreeably and, pleased by the surprise that flickered across her flushed face, slid out of her to a slow count of ten.
When only the tip of his penis remained inside her and she was writhing in frustration, he pushed forward, just as slowly, and didn’t bother to hide his grin at the frustrated rage in her expression.
“I’ll throw you out of the house,” she warned breathlessly.
“I have a lease,” he reminded her cheerfully, and ground his pelvis against hers in a tight circle, just for fun, before beginning his slow retreat once again.
Her jaw clenched, and the determined light that brightened her eyes had him biting back a laugh. She was going to try to outlast him, and he figured she’d have him by the balls if he hadn’t jerked off in the shower twenty minutes before she’d gotten home.
As it was he had to fight for control, and not just because he knew he could drive them both to orgasm in half a dozen hard, fast strokes.
Being inside her again was like coming home, and his emotions were so close to the surface it was all he could do to keep them in check.
Only the knowledge that it would be too much, too soon, kept the words locked behind gritted teeth, and he distracted himself from the almost unbearable ache in his heart by feeding the one in his loins.
In and out, so slow it was like torture, over and over until he was covered in sweat and panting with the effort to keep from breaking. He wanted to come so badly he could taste it, and the only thing that kept him from giving into it was the pure joy of watching Bailey unravel beneath him.
She was a hot, beautiful mess.
Sweat rolled down her temples to soak into her hair, had her bangs clinging to her forehead.
Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed and bright with both challenge and need.
She still had her hands tucked obediently under her, but her arms were flexing, shifting, and the constant movement had caused her bra strap to slide down her right arm to the elbow.
The lacey edge of the bra’s cup had caught on her nipple, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of puckered areola while still shielding the rest of her breast, and he suddenly couldn’t stand it.
He reached down with both hands and yanked at the lace covering her breasts with a violence that belied the slow, torturous thrust of his hips, and she gasped.
Her breasts, big and soft, bounced with her instinctive jerk, the big brown nipples thick and stiff.
They made his mouth water, and tired of denying himself, he swooped down and tried to fit her entire right breast into his mouth.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted while desperate need pounded in his blood and the feel and taste of her flooded his mouth, a thousand memories flooding his mind. “Goddammit, Nash, fuck me faster.”
He released her breast with a pop and took a moment to admire the teeth marks, the nipple even harder and gleaming wet. “No.”
She let out a thin scream. “I hate you.”
“Uh-huh,” he said and attacked her other breast.
She arched, shoving her breast deeper into his mouth and her hips hard into his measured, methodical thrusts, lifting one leg to hook around his hip.
Her heel dug into his ass and she ground against him, little grunts sounding in his ear.
To keep her still, he dropped his weight on her, grabbed her wet right nipple and pinched.
Her sharp yelp blasted his ear drum. “Hey!”
“Stop trying to take charge,” he muttered into her breast.
“I’m dying,” she wheezed, and thumped her heel into his ass as though he was a stubborn horse refusing to walk. “You’re going to have to tell my mother you fucked me to death.”
He lifted his head to grin at her. “We all gotta go sometime.”
“Bastard,” she said and thumped him again. He pinched her nipple harder in retaliation. She squealed, and her pussy rippled around his dick. Hard.
When he was sure he could speak without stuttering, he drawled, “Well, that still works.”
“I will kill you,” she warned.
He just grinned and pinched her nipple again, and his groan mingled with hers when her pussy clenched like a fist.
“Don’t you want to come?” she asked when she had her breath back.
He turned his mouth back to her nipple, lapping at it while he toyed with its twin. “Yeah.”
“Then for God’s sake, fuck me.”
With a last lick and pinch, he scooted up until they were belly to belly, face to face. “Give me your hands.”
Relief sparked in her eyes, and she yanked her hands out from under her. He grabbed them, wove his fingers through hers, and stretched her arms above her head.
Eyes wide, she tried to pull free. “What are you doing?”
“Fucking you,” he told her, and suited actions to words.
He wasn’t moving much faster than before, but now, with his body glued to hers from hips to nips, it was so much more intense.
His firm belly slid slickly against her soft one, his chest against her breasts.
Her pussy was so wet, his dick so slick that every time he pulled out, every time he slid in there was a soggy slap, a soft squelch.
The sound made him smile, made her blush.
And pushed both of them closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, Bailey.” He nuzzled her cheek, dragged his tongue to the corner of her mouth. “Your pussy is so goddamn wet I could swim in it.”
“Smooth talker,” she managed. Her breath soughed out, mingling with his. Her eyes were heavy, her cheeks flushed. Under his restraining hands, her muscles flexed. “Nash.”
“What, baby?” He brushed his lips over hers, softly, gently, then lapped with his tongue. “Tell me.”
“I need to come.”
“You will,” he promised. His hips plunged and retreated at the same unhurried pace, flesh sliding slickly against flesh. “You can.”
“I won’t, I can’t.” She sobbed it, desperation giving the words a ragged edge. Her body strained under his, arching and twisting. He simply dropped down to pin her in place. “I need more.”
“You don’t,” he crooned. His hips continued to grind while he held her down, slow and steady, stroking her into madness. “You can come like this. You’re so close.”
She shook her head frantically, her hair a mad tangle on the pillow.
“So close,” he repeated, shifting to put his mouth to her ear. “You think I can’t feel it? Your pussy is grabbing my dick like it owes you money.”
She choked out a ragged curse and curled her fingers so her nails dug into the back of his hands. The sharp sting threatened to pierce his control, forcing him to bear down with gritted teeth to keep the same steady, even pace.
“You’re gonna fucking come, Bailey,” he told her and prayed he was right. He was hanging on by a thread, that feathery sensation dancing up his spine, over his balls. If he wanted to make his point, he needed to find a way push her over without giving in.
Her eyes were wild. “No.”
“Yes.” He caught her gaze and hoped dirty talk was still one of her triggers. “You’re going to come just like this, that beautiful pussy squeezing this load out of me while I fuck it into you. You’re gonna feel every spurt, every shot—”
She started to shake, thighs trembling, her arms vibrating. Her belly was rippling, breasts heaving. And her pussy had become a clutching, pulsing vise.
“—every hot, thick, drop of my load when I shoot it into you.”
Sharp little mewing sounds emerged from her throat, Bailey’s I’m coming alert, and Nash felt both sharp satisfaction and giddy relief.
“That’s it, beautiful, you’re almost there,” he urged, digging his knees into the mattress for extra leverage.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she panted.
Then she went still, her pussy clamping down so hard he thought she might tear his dick off at the root, then her cunt was battering him with pulsing spasms, her body shaking with pleasure.
Undone, he buried his face in her hair and followed.