I trail kisses across her cheek and down the tender flesh of her neck. I’m overcome with the need to brand her. Sinking my teeth into the soft flesh at the base of her neck and suck, marking her as mine.
It spurs me on; I adjust her hands, pinning them lower, and kiss down her front. The ripeness of her tits beg to be claimed, and I bite my way across them.
Releasing her arms, I yank her bra down, her tits bouncing from the movement. It lures me, I grab one in each hand and flick my tongue over her hard pearls.
Fueled with want, I rip off her panties. My dick can’t take any more. I spin her around, pinning her face-first against the wall. With one motion, I spring my cock free and spread her lips. I only want a teaser; a taste to ease my need.
A groan escapes me as I push into her, her tight walls hug my thick cock. Hunched, I rest my head alongside her, my breath hot against her ear
I lower my voice and say, “Do you love how fucking wet you are?”
Skye moans, a sound that rockets down my spine, straight to my balls.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she says, her voice so quiet and breathy I struggle to hear it.
“Just yes?” I say, digging my chin into her.
She moans again, higher in pitch and says, “Yes, sir.”
Good fucking girl. I could never tire of that sound coming from her mouth.
“Have you felt how wet you are?”
I take her hand and force it down the wall, across her front and between her legs. As happy as my cock is right now, I pull it out. I take two of Skye’s fingers and push them in her entrance, in and out, in and out, making her feel my effect on her.
“Feel this wet pussy. This pussy that’s wet for me; because of me. You’ve never been wetter, have you? You get wetter every single time I fuck you. I’m not stopping now until the insides of your thighs are coated, and you’re dripping all the way to your pretty little ankles.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Following Orders (Skye)
I moan at Lawson’s words. Holy fuck, his words. His breath is hot across my ear as he speaks to me, his voice a primal growl, his words enough to leave me breathless.
Part of me is confused, I can’t believe he’s making me touch myself like this. Except it feels so good. I’m so wet I can feel what he does to me on my thighs already.
“You’re not wet enough yet. I need you extra wet to fit my thick cock in this tight little pussy.”
He takes my fingers from inside me. With his fingertips on mine, he pushes my fingers through my folds. He lays my fingers on top of my clit.
“I want you to touch yourself. Show me how you rub it.”
I swallow. It’s too much, my body is no longer responding to my commands.
“You’re not doing it. I want you to touch yourself.” Lawson’s chin digs into me as he repeats himself, and the sharp pain causes my eyes to close.
I move my fingers, a delicate motion over my clit, Lawson’s fingertips rest on top of mine, feeling every move I make.
“Do you think of me when you do this in your bed at night?”
A breathy moan leaves my lips as I remember touching myself the night I’d first met him. And all the nights after that.
“Tell me. Did you run home and touch yourself after I first kissed you? Did I make you wet even then, when you were an innocent virgin?”
Goosebumps coat my skin.
“Did you think of my face when you came?”
A part moan, part cry of admission, flies from my mouth. My heart is beating fast, my breath shallow, I want to move, to push some of these overwhelming internal feelings out, but can’t. He has me where he wants me, and I can’t do anything.
Like he demands, my fingers work away at my clit, Lawson feeling every tap. My pussy is desperate for something in it: a finger, his dick, anything.
“Did you?”
“Uh huh,” I admit.
“Before you knew my name?”
“Yes.” My tongue sticks on the s, hissing the word.
“How bad did you want me? Did you want me bursting through your innocence and filling you with my massive cock? Were you dreaming about all the things you wanted me to do to you?”
“Holy fuck, yes.” I’m so close, so fucking close.
“Is this how you touched yourself? When you thought of me? Dreamed of me fucking you until you forgot your own name? Did you think I’d be gentle with you? That my big cock wouldn’t rip you open? Do you know how fucking good my cock felt being wrapped in your tight pussy that first time? In the pussy that belongs to me?”
I scream so loud, Lawson puts his lips on mine to dampen the sound. My entire body pulsates as the orgasm radiates through me. My fingers go limp, but Lawson keeps them moving with his own.
Once my body calms, he takes his mouth away from mine.
“Let’s find out how wet you are now,” he says, pushing my fingers back down my slit to my entrance.
“Feel that,” he says, pushing my fingers into my opening, “Feel how wet you are just thinking about me. You’re dripping down to your knees. Just think what it’s going to be like when you come on my cock.”
Lawson puts his hands on my ribs, turns me and moves us the short distance from the wall to Kelso’s round bed. He nudges me, and I land on the bed. I roll onto my back, watching him.
He tosses his suit jacket onto the bed. His pants are open from before, and he strips the belt from them. My eyes widen, as he holds the belt in his hands while he sheds his pants. He’s now wearing boxers and his dress shirt, the sight alone is enough to send shivers over me.
“Put your arms at your sides,” he says as he comes toward me with the belt in his hands.
I do as he says, my heart fluttering, wondering what he’s doing to me. He hadn’t done anything like this at his house. He slides the belt underneath me and buckles it, trapping my arms at my sides.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll need to be restrained.”
My thighs clench in anticipation. I watch as Lawson glances around the room. He grabs a leopard print scarf that’s been draped over the lamp and twirls it into a long, narrow piece of fabric.
Without saying anything, he lays the fabric across my eyes and fastens it behind my head. Blindfolded, I can no longer see him. Everything is instantly heightened as I try to anticipate what he is going to do next.
Lawson’s breath blows over my neck and down my front. I expect him to kiss my breasts, but instead his lips crush against mine. Our tongues twirl and explore each other’s mouths.
His mouth pushes hard against mine and, without warning, his fingers drive into me, pressing against my sensitive front wall, causing my hips to rock with the rapidly building tingling.
And just as fast, his fingers are gone. His mouth is gone. I turn my head, wondering where Lawson is and anticipating what he’s doing. There’s nothing for a moment, only the heavy sound of my breath.
The very tips of his fingers pinch both my nipples, sending a pulse directly to my core. I moan in delight at the sharpness of his touch.
Both his hands cup my breasts, kneading them. I spread my legs, urging his attention lower. Lawson makes a noise that I’m sure is accompanied by a smirk on his face.
His hands move to my thighs, pushing them into the bed. His hot breath blows over my lips. I can feel my wetness trickling down.
Lawson spreads my lips wide with his fingers, and the air is cool against my exposed parts. He licks over me, his tongue flicking at my clit and entrance, and then he traps my clit between each of his index fingers.
I gasp when he pinches my clit as he rolls it back and forth in his fingertips. His tongue enters me, probing me at the same speed as his fingers. My body fills with fire. I’m building, building.
I’m desperate to move my hands, to hold his head. To bury my own face in my hands. But the more I try to move, to free them, the more tangled up I become. For some reason, the fact I can’t move fuels my excitement eve
n more.
I start to moan, the sound growing louder and louder until I’m screaming under his touch. Lawson pulls away and moves up my body.
“Shh, there’s other people in the house.” He slips the blindfold over my nose and into my mouth. He tightens it, gagging me. My jaw is wide, to accommodate it.
“Now you can scream all you fucking want. You’re going to need to, when I get done with you.”
Lawson moves back down and wastes no time sucking my clit into his mouth. Two of his thick fingers find my entrance, pushing into me. He circles them around, stretching my walls in all directions.
I’m tingling and pulsing all over, every part of my body is humming under his touch.
He flicks my clit and adds a second finger. My breath is labored under the gag. I close my eyes and try to relax into the bed, to enjoy the sensations bubbling over me.
Lawson sucks my clit hard, harder than ever before. It draws all my attention, sending a fresh rush of tingles throughout my body. While I’m distracted, one of his fingers pushes into my ass. Holy fucking shit.
I inhale sharply, causing the gag to suck deeper into my mouth. No one has ever touched me there, obviously. I didn’t know, didn’t expect this. Fuck me.
He moves the fingers in my pussy and the finger in my ass together, flicking my clit in time with them. I squeeze my eyes shut. Everything is gone, the world has melted away.
I’m fucking exploding. My whole body is exploding in the most intense way I’ve ever imagined.
I scream and moan through the gag. My legs start to buck. My entire body wiggles and gyrates on the bed.
Three words fly through my head on an endless repeat: holy fucking hell.
Chapter Twenty-Two
A Sticky Mess (Lawson)
Damn, I love how fucking responsive Skye is to my touch. I could never get tired of this.
Her walls spasm around my fingers in a vice grip. A grip I want to feel around my cock.
Even with the gag to dampen her noises, my balls are tight and aching from the sounds she makes.
Her legs relax. She’s calming. I release her clit from my lips and look up.
Do I want to remove that gag to shove my dick in her mouth? Or do I want to fuck this tight heat? A shudder runs up my back, I want these slick walls wrapped around my cock. But not just yet.
I stand, circle along the round bed and grab a pillow. I stick it under her head, tilting her face up.
Her wide eyes lock on mine, I look down at her, debating. My tongue runs against my bottom lip. No, I want to see her eyes while I fuck her delicious face.
I tug the gag out of her mouth, leaving it loose around her neck. One look at that mouth, her lips parted, sends fire through my veins.
Straddling her, I shove down my boxers, my cock reaching over my navel.
I run my finger along her bottom lip. Holding her eyes in mine, I push my finger into her mouth. I nod, and her lips form a seal around it.
“See how good you taste?”
Her eyelids flare, causing a smile to spread across my face. I slip my finger from her mouth with a wet pop, and I trace her lips with it, teasing them into a perfect O. A perfect O that’s begging to be filled.
I move my hips closer, teasing the tip of my cock around her lips. Holding my shaft, I push through her full lips.
“Good girl,” I say when her tongue pushes along the bottom of my shaft.
Skye sucks as I push deeper into her mouth. Her head slips, I pull the pillow under her to support it. Perfect; she’s moving her whole head back and forth.
My hands move to her hair, and her movement slowly knits my fingers through it. I grip onto her head and hold it still. Her eyes move up to mine, and I hold them as I begin moving my hips.
In and out, I fuck the perfect mouth of her beautiful face. Her tongue never stops working my shaft.
A shudder rockets over me and my balls draw up. I yank away, not ready to stop yet.
Skye looks at me with a knitted brow.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Good, because I’m not ready for you to be done yet.” She pauses and turns her mouth up in a coy smile, “Sir.”
My eyes snap shut as I stop myself from coming. She could not be more perfect. I need this woman. This star that begs me for more. The pussy I need to be inside.
Taking a deep breath, I force my head to clear, calming my balls before I can bury myself in her.
“Please,” she says. I open my eyes to see her mouth open, waiting for me. I have to smirk at her. As much as I was enjoying that, I want to feel that pussy and its vice grip on my dick.
I push myself between her legs, my shaft dragging along her slit. It’s still drenched, ready for me. I groan in anticipation.
Our lips meet in a brief kiss while I line myself up. With my hand, I position myself at her tight entrance.
Shit.
“Do you have a condom?”
Skye shakes her head. This sucks. Why the fuck don’t I always carry one in my pocket? From now on I will, for sure.
I speak to her in a clear voice as I tease my tip against her. “Skye. I’m going to put my cock in you. It’s about as big and hard right now as it’s ever been. It’s going to stretch you wide and deep and I’m going to fuck you hard until your pussy walls quiver. But I didn’t bring a condom. So I’m going to blow my load all over your sweet tits.”
Skye laughs and nods. I push in. She gasps, and I know my over-excited cock is stretching her further than she’s ever been.
I start to move, pushing in as deep as I can before pulling back. My hips rock as I drive into her over and over, grinding myself against her clit.
A low moan erupts from her throat. She’s close, again.
“Let yourself go, I want to feel what I do to your body.”
Without pause, she screams. So loud it pierces my eardrum, not that I care. Her walls spasm around my dick with such ferocity I can think of nothing else. I do nothing to quiet her yelling. I only feel the bliss of her coming on my dick.
“Fuck,” I yell as I snap my hips away.
Cum shoots from me with such force that it gets all over the pillow, the bedding, some in her hair. Some on the leopard print scarf around her neck and all over her tits and the pink bra that’s still clasped around her ribs.
I throw my head back, arching my back as the massive climax rips up my body and threatens to buckle my knees.
“What the fuck! You motherfucking asshole, what the fuck are you doing in my fucking bed?” Kelso screams, rushing towards us.
My body hasn’t recovered yet but I panic he’s going to do something to Skye and jump away to the far side of the bed, taking her with me. My cum is in her hair, streaked down her front. And dangling from Kelso’s scarf. Her arms are fixed to her waist and I work fast to undo my belt.
Kelso stops when he reaches his bed. His eyes travel over the rumpled bed, surveying my cum on his pillow and duvet. When his nostrils start flaring, I judge the distance to the door. Skye is moving around behind me but I don’t take my eyes from Kelso to see what she’s doing.
“I knew you were sizing up this little piece of ass when you were here the other day, how dare you come back here for a taste.”
“And I can’t tell you how fucking sweet that taste was.”
“It was my taste. You had no right to it.”
“Too fucking bad for you.”
“Bullshit. Every time I get something you want, you can’t keep your hands off it.”
“I am not an it! And for your information, Lawson and I knew each other before.” She stands straight beside me, her jaw clenched and chest heaving.
Kelso’s eyes rake over her near naked body, his eyes popping when they reach her heavy tits.
“Is that my scarf?” Kelso says, pointing to the scarf. He grits his teeth. “Give me my fucking scarf. Now.”
“Gladly.”
Skye rips it from her neck and holds it out to him. Kelso snatches it from he
r, makes a face, and drops it. I burst out laughing.
“What’s wrong? Grab something sticky?” I say, smirking.
“Get the fuck out of my house!”
“Come on, Skye,” I say, my voice low and smooth.
She’s grabbing her clothes from the floor, trying to cover herself in the process. I pick up my suit jacket and lay it over her shoulders, shielding her from his beady eyes.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Run (Skye)
What do I do? Do I leave? I need to stay. I need to finish the painting and get paid. How stupid am I? Why did I let Lawson do that to me in Kelso’s house? Shit!
With Lawson’s jacket covering me, I grab the rest of my clothing and pull my pants on. I’m not sure how to put on my top, since doing so would mean removing the jacket, and I don’t want Kelso leering at me again.
“I’ll get back to my painting now,” I state to the room. Lawson’s head snaps to face mine, his eyes narrowed.
“You’re coming with me.” Lawson does up his suit pants and retrieves his belt from the floor.
“No, I have to paint, I’m almost finished with this one.” Finishing it would mean he owes me five grand.
“What, this smut?” Lawson points to the painting then turns to Kelso. “Nice fucking painting you’re hanging over your bed. Is that the best you can do, dream of it while you lie in bed, alone?”
“Fuck you.”
“Shit, Kelso, I’ve had more action in your bed than you have.”
“Enough of this, get out, now!” Kelso roars, his fists balled in front of him.
“I can’t go, I’m not finished yet,” I say, with no trace of confidence in my voice.
“You’re not staying,” Lawson snaps.
“Oh, you can stay, especially if you plan on painting topless.”
“No chance,” Lawson says, bundling me to the bedroom door.
I resist, trying to dig in with my feet but I have no chance against Lawson’s strength.
“My paints, at least let me put away my materials, they’ll ruin.”
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