Chapter 9 #3
Remembering the condom I’m holding, I wrap my arms around his back so I can use both hands to tear open the wrapper.
My fingers are slick with his precum and I start to panic as every attempt to open the wrapper fails.
It’s not like one of us can tear open the condom with our teeth.
Digging fingernails into the serrated edge, I find the purchase I need and the wrapper tears.
Fingers pull out of me with a wet slurp, and Shade braces himself above me. The pressure of his mouth against mine is precarious, but with our lips barely touching, it allows us both to release soft pants as I roll the condom onto his cock.
When it’s done, Shade lifts his hips. His crown trails down my stomach as I drag him towards my center. His tip hits my clit and as my hips buck, his cock slips lower. There’s only a fraction of a second where we both realize he’s in position and then he thrusts into me.
I cry out as he fills me up, my pussy stretching to accommodate him.
I’ve completely forgotten about our kiss, but Shade was expecting my reaction.
He’s kept the pressure of his lips on mine, his mouth devouring my cries as he pounds into me with another sharp thrust. I plant my feet on the mattress and lift my hips to meet his, and as our bodies clash, a jolt of pleasure zaps up my spine. Then another. And another.
I slip my hands beneath his jacket and shirt, needing the contact of his bare chest against my peaked nipples as I press against him.
He drives into me harder, and my fingernails dig into his back as pleasure coils in my lower belly, tighter and tighter, and tighter until I can no longer contain it.
My release blasts through me, and as I shatter, the rush is hot and blinding.
My pussy contracts violently, and Shade’s movements become frenetic. The aftershocks that rock my body are almost as intense as the orgasm itself. Stars play across my eyelids and tears slip from the corners of my eyes. It’s all too much. I don’t know if I can bear it. I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
My hands whip around to press against his chest, and as I push hard, I tip back my head and gasp. I swallow a lungful of cool air that doesn’t get knocked out of me by Shade’s next thrust. Because his body has stilled. His lips aren’t on mine.
Shit! I’ve broken the kiss!
“Fuck,” Shade mumbles, then releases a hiss through clenched teeth as he withdraws. He drops onto his back next to me and runs a hand over his face.
An apology is on my swollen lips, but I remind myself that this is a game. What’s more, Shade is following my rules to the letter. I need to take that as a win.
“Oops,” I say.
My fallen challenger laughs, a sound that’s deep and sonorous.
I didn’t think he was capable of laughter, and I rise up onto my elbow for a better look.
His shirt and jacket have fallen open and his chest is laid bare.
When I’d explored his body with my fingers, I’d pictured him with tattoos to match the one I’d seen on his arm.
Although I’d been right, I could never have imagined the intricacy of the designs that caress the clearly defined contours of his chest. There are depictions of weaponry and insignia, and the only animals I spot are a snake, and what looks like an eagle’s head peeking over his right shoulder.
I wonder if its wings are unfurled over his back, and I want to peel off Shade’s clothes to find out.
But thanks to me, that isn’t part of our deal.
“I suppose I’d better go if you’ve finished with me,” he says.
My gaze moves lower to his sheathed cock. He’s still hard, and now I understand exactly why I felt so stretched and full. My look alone causes it to twitch. “I could just sit back and watch if you need to… get rid of all that pent up energy,” I tease.
“I’m sure you could,” he replies as he pulls off the condom.
It doesn’t pass my notice that he slips the used condom into his pocket, like he’s worried I’ll send it off for DNA analysis. He’s thorough in everything he does, but I’m not thinking about our game strategy right now because I haven’t taken my eyes off his cock.
His crown is pink and swollen, and it gleams. I can feel myself leaning forward a fraction when he lifts up his hips to pull up his boxers.
He manages to force his rigid shaft into his boxers, and climbs off the bed as he fastens his suit pants.
The bulge remains visible as he buttons up his shirt.
It’s only when I can’t see any more of his chest and abdomen that I’m pulled from my stupor.
I’m completely naked while he stands in front of me, fully dressed in his custom-made suit. He hadn’t even taken off his shoes.
I cast a glance around my bedroom. I hadn’t exactly been expecting visitors, and while I’m relieved there aren’t heaps of clothes scattered around my room, there isn’t a scrap of clothing within reach to cover myself.
If I don’t want to use the queen-sized comforter as some kind of gothic cloak, my only other option is the robe hanging from my bedroom door.
Shade follows my gaze and grabs the robe off the hook. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
I rise to my knees and hold out a hand. “Thank you.”
His mouth pulls into a smile. A laugh and a smile within such a short space of time. I think we’re making progress, but then…
“You’ll have to come and get it.”
Asshole.
But it’s not as if he can touch me. Happy to add to his frustrations, I lean forward and crawl towards the end of the bed.
Shade’s eyes darken as he follows my progress, his gaze concentrated on my breasts as they bounce.
I bring my legs out to slide over the edge of the bed, exposing myself fully to him before I stand.
“You don’t play fair, Lily.”
“And you do?”
I go to take my robe as I stand up, but he keeps a tight hold of it. “Sometimes.”
“I had you down as a rule breaker.”
He leans over me, his mouth inches from mine as if he’s about to ignore our agreement. Then he shakes his head. “Nice try, but I’m not about to risk instant disqualification,” he says. “But next time, it’s payback.”
I’m about to tell him it’s going to be my pleasure, but he takes my robe and wraps it around my head.
With one gentle push, I stumble backwards onto the bed.
I panic, if only because my legs are flailing and I must look a sight.
But as I free myself from my robe, I hear the thud of my front door closing.
I stare after him, my mouth gaping open. Sweat pricks my brow. “What the hell have you got yourself into, Lily?” I say out loud to the stretching silence, then slump back onto the bed.
My lips sting and my body throbs. Am I ready for more of this?
Abso-fucking-lutely.