by T. N. King
“Oh fuck,” his exhalation was rough against her, hands tightening their holds where he had them and fighting back that urge to pick the pacing of his hips up. Fighting back his own desire to try and focus on her, her nails digging into his back and her face turning towards him still all scrunched up like it was only made it harder. Like he could trace a path across her temples and set her off further, her body as responsive as it was right then, spiraling down from that high that he wanted to follow her into. “Fuck, Nicole,” slowing his hips even more, circling them down into hers to try and hit again that spot that had made her convulse so hard that first time. Slower, picking up a rhythm again until she started lifting back up into him once more. “Mmm-mm,” moaned down into her ear this time, lips catching at the skin there for half of a moment before releasing, his hips stopping entirely, even with that moan of displeasure she let out once she realized it.
“Shhh,” hand moving to her hip to help himself ease out of her, sharp hiss out of his own mouth once he had pulled all of the way out, the air hitting him such stark contrast to all of her warmth. He could feel her shifting, see her moving her thighs and hips both like she was trying to get him to crawl back over her, but he wasn’t—lips moving to her throat again and running the line of it until they met her collarbone instead. She wasn’t going to calm down, he didn’t have unrealistic expectations here, but if she’d give him enough time and stop squirming like she was she’d realize his intent- hand moving from her throat down, rolling over the round of her one shoulder and humming his appreciation of her skin into her jaw again.
She was distracting, even when she was the sole object of his focus, forcing his attention to shift from his original goal, wrist rotating to move down and in instead of the line of her profile as he’d intended. There was just so much temptation there, the rounds of her breasts heaving like they were, that faint sheen of perspiration making it all the easier for his hands to glide over her skin… He could practically feel her frustration emanating out of her that muted groan in the back of her throat and those still squirming, twitching thighs. “Nicole…” half warning, half promise, his lips moving down the line of her neck again, fingers pulling at the sensitive flesh of her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb.
“Ahh- A- Mason,” her voice only spurring him further, that moan around his name and after it nearly forcing his hips back up that bed, and into her again—but he had other plans, had other desires he wanted to fill first. His teeth scraping the soft skin down her throat and further, nipping at that junction of her shoulder and neck all the harder when she moaned again. He hadn’t thought it was possible to wind up wanting her more than he’d already grown accustomed to over the years. He’d obviously, mistakenly, thought he’d reached his limit there—that he’d become accustomed, or as accustomed as he was ever going to be.
He had been wrong.
The way she felt under him, her skin heating the insides of his palms, each breath pushing her skin further up into his grip, each moan vibrating through the whole length of her. He wanted to be as deep as he could possibly get inside of her again in order to feel that- to watch her face as he made her climax again and again until she was completely and utterly spent. But again, he didn’t want to rush through it, didn’t want to risk ending it before he was ready, before she’d gotten at least part of the kind of worship she deserved. He’d spent too many years thinking about it, thinking about her, and all of the ways he could have her if she was willing and of the same mind…he’d spent too long fantasizing and imagining what she tasted like to be denied it. With his body moving down lower on the bed, his lips forming a trail down her sternum to the center of her chest, he paused.
Because the temptation was too great, because there was still fabric in the way from the haste of earlier, and his hands were making short work of removing it from her, peeling her out of all of those clothes layer by layer until she was completely bare before him. Bare and flushed, his lips closing over the peak of one dusky nipple greedily, tongue contouring the lines that comprised it and almost laughing from the noise that it forced out of her. Almost, might have anyways if it weren’t for the way that her back arched up into the contact, her fingers working their way up from his shoulders into his hair and tugging, forcing too similar a reaction out of him to be able to say much of anything at all.
“Mason please,” there was no mistaking the desperation in her voice then, the shake to those fingers that were raking through his hair, nails catching against his skull in a way that she had no way of knowing just how much he liked. He was like a teenager all over again, pressing his hips hard into her thigh, his dick trapped there between them and pulsating as if to try and show her, just by that, how much that move was appreciated. She didn’t even sound like she knew what she was asking for herself, shaking chest and experimental shifting, but that intake of air at his pressing against her was enough encouragement- his lips breaking suction from her nipple and moving to kiss along the path on the side of her boob instead.
“Please what?” He couldn’t help it, hand sliding down her abdomen and his fingers teasing just outside the edge of her folds. “Tell me what you want me to do to you Nicole.” He couldn’t pull back the heat from his voice, couldn’t make himself sound any tamer, or collected. He couldn’t stop the way that his throat vibrated over her name, half groan- half something else encasing the syllables of her name in a way that he hadn’t meant for them to. “Nicole…” She was taking too long, that choppy breathing becoming all the choppier, his fingers against her stilling instead of pushing forward, teeth sinking all the harder into the skin just beneath the bottom most swell of her chest- only releasing, his tongue tracing the indents left by his teeth, when she gasped the way she did.
“You- fuck Mason, I don’t know,” almost wailing, her little body under him trying to gyrate her hips into his hand like she could fuck herself on his fingers…and he wouldn’t be opposed to seeing her try, blue gaze centered on where his fingers were pushing against her and the way the soft skin of her lips indented every time she shifted her hips down like that. “Please—I just want you.” That desperation to all new heights- and he could have pushed it, there was certainly a part of him that wanted to. Wanted to make her beg until her whole body was near broken from the angles it contorted itself into from desire, until her chest was bright red and the tears were actually leaking out of the corners of her eyes instead of just threatening to…
There was a large part of him that wanted to, pressed against her thigh and held rigid to keep from trying to follow the path that his fingers were set on going. “Say please,” he said instead, trying to reign himself in, trying to regain some semblance of control himself. Nevermind that she had already said please multiple times, nevermind that he could feel the actual shake from her hips as she held just back from lifting them up into his palm… “Ask me nicely.”
He was testing her, pushing her, and she didn’t have near the problem with it that he might have expected… the more demanding he got, the harsher his holds on her body… the more that pretty pink flush seemed to climb down from her chest. One day he would have her flushed entirely. One day he would make her wait until her toes were curled and red from the exertion of having them so….
“M-mason, please, God please t-touch me.” Her words were stuttered, broken up by those quick little intakes of breath every few syllables, whine held just beneath the words- and fuck if she wasn’t goddamn gorgeous. Like every wall and defense that she’d set up around and inside of her person had just been torn down all at once, her head thrown back against the mattress, her smooth thighs opening fractionally wider and wider with each second that passed. She was begging… and he was an asshole, but not one to keep her doing so for much longer than he had to right now. Later, yes. Right now… he wasn’t even sure if he could make it much longer himself, two fingers pushing against that flesh he’d already prepped- pushing inside the skin of her folds and into that warmth beyond.
“Fuck,” out of his mouth almost simultaneous with the loud moan that echoed out of hers. His head fell back forward, lips moving down the center of her chest and onto her stomach, his body sliding down accordingly, fingers working in and out of her at a much slower pace than his hips had been going before, those muscles clenching about them already fluttering with each pass. “You should have been more specific,” he said instead, groaned into the top of her hipbone, his teeth scraping just over it before dipping even lower, before allowing his face to work between the both of her thighs, his not busy hand moving down to grasp the opposite hip of the one he ‘d just been lavishing attention on, fingers curving around that hold and lifting, angling her better for that sweep of his tongue against her.
“Oh!” Screamed out over his head, and he liked it too much, appreciated too much the way her thighs immediately clenched about either side of her head, making that shift of his chin just that much harder. Not impossible though, lips closing hard around her clit and pulling even as he slid another finger inside of her, watching her arch up off of the bed into it. “Mason!” She was so responsive, muscles already beginning to clench around his fingers, and he could barely help pressing down into that mattress, his own hips flattening out against it to try and keep himself centered. To keep from losing his own self control with the steady decrease of hers. “Mason- Oh god- fuck-” mouth getting dirtier and dirtier the longer it went on, and he wanted to capture those words inside of his own mouth- but she tasted….
Like nothing he’d ever had before, tongue going in opposite direction, circling rhythm of his three fingers pushing up knuckle deep inside of her, her thighs starting that slow shake against his head. And he wanted to push it further, wanted to be able to watch her fall apart more successfully even as he was the one to drive her there.
“MASON!” Louder than all of the others, those fingers pulling at his hair like she was going to pull him away from her, like she might to stop him.
No, his fingers moved faster, and his teeth only just scraped the edge of that swollen flesh, her whole body stiffening beneath him- that shake that was already present intensifying until it felt like she was damn near vibrating his head.
He could only just see her, her face turned up like it was, eyes closed tight shut and her mouth open in what looked like a silent scream, her pussy pushed down into his mouth and his lips and tongue still moving for all it was worth like she wasn’t falling so completely apart beneath them already.
“Mason…” Her thighs fell slightly, hands brushing over his forearms from where they were up by her torso. It was only when her internal muscles stopped gripping him that he slowed, slower and slower until he could pull away from her completely, her body already adjusting on that bed as if preparing for him to find his way back inside of her.
“Shhh,” he said again, gripping both of her ankles in his one hand, pulling her legs straight instead of further apart, his own thighs widening so he could place his knees on either side of her body, climbing up her body slowly and watching the slow rounding of her eyes in time with it. “I wanna fuck that pretty little mouth,” he couldn’t help it, the way her face had been contorted, the filth that had been flying off of her lips the more and more worked up she got,.. “You going to let me?” Like it was a real question, watching that slow nod of her chin, her body stiff in obvious question as to how she should be positioned.
That was something he didn’t, at all, mind helping her with- knees pushing into either side of her head, careful to keep off of the hair framing her face, his dick hanging only just those few centimeters from her slightly parted lips- and that was almost enough, his inhale half for actual oxygen and half to steady himself. Not that she seemed willing to let him do so, her head dipping forward just enough, the head of his dick sliding along the part of those lips and her opening them around it, hot breath fanning out along the length of him and his whole body tensing—he growled a curse off in the back of his throat as she swallowed him back.
“Fuck,” he cursed again, his hands lifting to the headboard above her, fingers closing around the top of it and tightening until the tension was visible around his knuckles. “Fuck,” again, his hips shifting just forward enough to slide to the back of her throat, his eyes near rolling to the back of his head as he held onto the headboard to keep from pushing much further, to try and allow her time to adjust, to try and allow her to go at her pace.
Something she was apparently having very little problem with, little head bobbing back and forth slowly, her tongue swirling along the length of him and her hands lifting to grasp either side of his ass. Too much- his eyes dropping down to her face only to find her looking right back up at him, his hips tensing again to keep from shoving himself even further into her mouth once more. Not that she was helping, pulling at his hips like she was, encouraging him to move himself- but he didn’t want to break her… didn’t want to push her past what she was comfortable doing. The more he resisted the stronger her hands became though ,head lifting up just that much further and the agonized groan that left him filling the room in that instant before he gave in.
She was capable of telling him no, she was capable of tapping out should it become too much-he had enough faith in her to know this. His hips pulling back of their own accord this time… and slamming back all the harder fully into her hot, little mouth, creaking of the headboard half from the force and half from how hard his grip turned against it, hips slowly building pace with that pressure in his abdomen. “Fuck Nicole…” half warning, half praise, his eyes catching hers beneath him, that little tongue still working against his dick as he worked it in and out of her throat—and that was his limit….
Whole body tensing and his own thighs almost shaking with the force of how hard he came inside of her mouth. The headboard groaning protestation to his grip, sinking back once more, fully into her mouth and emptying himself into it, watching the way her throat worked to swallow- and very near pulsing back in and out of her mouth again just from that sight alone. “Fuck, Nicole…” Pulling so slowly out of her mouth that he was almost sure he was going to actually impair her breathing, shifting down that mattress and allowing his body to form once more over hers, sinking down into her and working his arms around her frame even as she nuzzled up into his neck.
“We just did that,” came the giggle from his shoulder, her lips pressing into the skin there, her little arms working up around his shoulders as well, circling him even as her thighs parted to press into either side of his hips as well, effectively holding him in place against and on top of her. Her words were barely more than air, that dark rasp behind them thrilling him in a way that he couldn’t even explain. He hadn’t been intending to fuck her throat in a way that would make her lose her voice, although if he’d known that her voice would sound like this when he did, it definitely would’ve been a goal already.
“What are you, twelve?” he asked instead his own lips lazily moving against the curve of her shoulder where it was just beneath his nose. If he’d actually been expecting a response he would have been disappointed though, her breathing evening out only seconds after he’d finished speaking, little sleepy exhale the only thing he heard at all before she sniffled out a pathetic excuse for a snore. His own chest shaking in laughter as he rolled, pulling her with him until he could work the both of them under the sheet, tangled up in her body just as much as he’d been before- but not on top of her so that she could actually breathe.
She may have been sleeping, but he wasn’t, not yet- watching the rise and fall of her chest slowly even out, her face tucking further and further into his chest the deeper into sleep she drifted, her nose upturned and her full lips twitching alternately from what he had to assume were her dreams. He’d seen her sleep before, it wasn’t even as if it were the first time that she’d fallen asleep on him for use as her pillow… being naked in bed with her though with her arms wrapped up around him and the both of their bodies spent from what had only just transpire
d was…. Different, his hand lifting to push the hair back from her face and keep it from getting caught in her slightly parted lips. “I love you,” the admission was nearly silent, spoken more to the room at large than the sleeping girl herself, as if testing them out on his tongue. Like a foreign language, the syllables were heavy and unfamiliar, his lips thinning and only just resisting the urge to shake his head. He did, he knew that he did, even if he wasn’t quite capable of love in the way that others were…
His emotions for her were still valid, as were those of hers for him, even if they were only physically based… it wasn’t exactly something that had been discussed, and it wasn’t something if he was even sure would be the next morning. She hadn’t professed anything herself, she hadn’t agreed to anything, and he hadn’t even asked her if she wanted anything beyond him and his body in that moment. Maybe when he woke up in the morning it would be to her freaking out, maybe it would be to her throwing things at him, or calling her parents hysterically. There were a whole slew of awful options that could come to pass…
For now, he was reveling in the feel of her sleeping body against his own, reveling in the way that he could feel both her breath and her heartbeat- and in the way that he could see those points on her skin where his teeth had seized her more roughly already purpling. For now- he was going to sleep himself, and allow himself whatever time he had left.
Chapter Eighteen