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by Alice Ward


  I was close to orgasm as well, but I wanted what was next more.

  I pulled out of her and slapped her pussy, sending sparks of sensations through her as she cried out. I wanted her in a euphoric state before I started to work on her ass. I could tell by her glazed expression, we were in a good place. She was sexually ignited.

  I hoped she’d still be open to my needs as we continued, because I was starting to have deep feelings for her. I’d only been a few days, and yet, this woman was whittling into my soul. No woman had ever gotten this close.

  I slithered down her body and lapped at her swollen pussy until her wetness bloomed again. She was winding up, so I applied coconut oil to her tiny, pink hole, rubbing it until the outer ring of her virgin berry released under my ministrations and accepted my finger.

  She yelped and bit her lip as she sucked in air.

  “It’s going to be okay, Ava, I promise.” I met her eyes, unable to believe what I was hearing myself say. I’d usually silence the woman if she gave any indication that my invasion of her ass was painful, but I couldn’t silence Ava… I didn’t want to.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Ava

  Above me, Lucas’s steely eyes stared down at me, full of molten fire for what I was allowing him to do. He had me on a roller coaster ride. First in the shower, having been taken to the very highest peak, then ripped away. Next, fear chilled the hot emotions churning through me. Now, a combination of delight and pain and fear amped up the tension in my core so high that I knew I was going to come like never before.

  Lucas was trying so hard to ease me into this, I could see the effort. Let go, Ava. You’ll enjoy this. You are enjoying it. So far all the play with my ass was nice, though strange. It felt incredible, and honestly unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  Despite how naughty and nice it was to have his fingers massaging around my hole, diving in and out, I was still totally freaked. I’d joked earlier about him being the recipient, but as soon as I’d seen his face when he read the card, I’d known it was something I wanted to give him. For some reason, I wanted to give this man anything he needed to satisfy him, to make him happy. Even if it was painful for me. Still, I worried, what if he went faster than this? What happened when the rest of him went in? How would he fit and how much would it hurt? It was overwhelming. I intentionally kept my eyes open, though they wanted to close at his intrusion. I’d have to have him with me emotionally, or I wouldn’t make it through this experience.

  “Relax,” he said, his tone sweet and loving for the first time this evening.

  I tried to temper my breathing. God, the feelings were so foreign. Not bad, just… unexpected.

  He placed one hand on my thigh when my legs instinctively tried to close as he massaged my opening and slowly dipped one finger inside. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my jaw until he kissed me softly on the lips and slid in a second finger to join the first, all the way up to the first joint.

  I was so full, so stretched, I couldn’t help but groan.

  “You’re doing great,” he encouraged as he moved his fingers slowly, in and out, watching my face.

  All I could do was breathe and stare into his exquisite eyes. And let him do whatever he wanted to me. After a while, he stopped and moved away from me for a moment. My body was in a fit, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to panic or beg him to continue.

  When he returned, he brought what looked like a pink glass dildo. He slathered coconut oil on the toy, and I suddenly knew what he was doing.

  “Lucas,” I moaned, trying to close my legs, but his hands held them open. “Do we have to do this?”

  “Yes, and I promise, you’ll love it.”

  The toy was cold and slippery when he placed it at the entrance of my anus. And he was right, so far it felt okay. He then pressed it against my hole, and after a little bit of pressure, it gave way. My heart exploded as the thing slipped in, and I was bombarded by a chaotic mix of feelings. I had an urge to bear down and push it out. The effort it took to allow it to remain made my eyes water. At the same time, I also wanted more, strangely needed more of whatever he was doing to me down there.

  Breathe, Ava, just let go.

  “You’re doing great,” Lucas whispered as he pressed it deeper.

  “It’s so… I don’t know.” The last word ended in a higher pitch because he started stroking himself, which immediately made me salivate. He was so hard and too large to go in “there” in my opinion. I wanted to wrap my hand around him, help him stroke himself, but I couldn’t do anything but focus on what was happening to my body.

  “I’m going to fuck your pussy now. This will make you feel much better when I enter you from behind,” he crooned, eluding to the moment when his huge cock would enter the no-go zone.

  Above me, Lucas was breathing hard, holding the dildo and reaching for a condom.

  My head was buzzing when his now familiar presence began entering me. I’d been getting used to his size and the space he filled within me, but now with my ass so full and his additional mass, I felt as if I was going to burst at the seams. His lips took mine again, so that hot and wet filled my periphery. His hand went to my breast, squeezing while at the same time adding intermittent pressure on the glass phallus, and I was insane with pleasure.

  A deep, guttural moan escaped my throat as my center tightened to a crushing grip. His hands massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples as his thrusts became more vigorous. With each stroke, he drove that thing deeper into my ass until I couldn’t hold it any longer.

  My belly clenched, then the fullness was gone. I screamed my displeasure. I could have wept and cursed.

  All of my whimpering stopped, and I froze when he kneeled between my legs and pressed the tip of his cock into my ass. It was only the tip, but still, he was in there, and I felt my tight ring stretch to almost ripping.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, his concerned eyes on mine.

  “Yeah, no… I’m not sure.” I was a riddle even I couldn’t solve.

  He groaned, and I could have laughed, the way the sound made me feel like my heart was flying out of my body.

  “I’m going to go in farther. Let me know if it’s too much, and I’ll slow down.” His voice was stern, like a king who was going to take his queen regardless of her protests. “Remember your safe words. Yellow and red.”

  “Okay,” I responded, but blinked back tears as another inch of him sank into me. Then another. Until my lower body was on fire.

  He pressed my legs back until my knees were nearly on my shoulders, changing the angle and sinking the rest of the way in. I was panting harshly when his lips met mine. I didn’t close my eyes, refusing to miss any of this. I wanted to watch him as he took what he wanted. The look in his eyes was all powerful and commanding. He was morphing into the Dominant once again.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, and you’ll enjoy it. You won’t come until I give you permission,” he ordered, his voice laced with menace as he pushed in even farther.

  “Stop!” I breathed, halting him with my hand on his chest and taking in buckets of air.

  “For a moment, only.” He found my clit as I took in deep breaths, circled it, teased it with a back and forth pattern that took my breath. “I want you to relax, and when I push in, you push out to meet me. That will help with the pain. Soon, pleasure will take over, I promise.”

  Surely, he had to be wrong.

  I’d thought my first time having sex was painful, but this… I felt ripped in two. I inhaled deeply and bore down, just as he said. It was better. Not much, but enough to give me hope that I would live through this experience.

  I bit my lip as we went deeper. When he was fully seated, he kissed me so tenderly I almost cried. Then he began to pull out, and… oh, ribbons of sensation pulsed through every cell in my body.

  In… the pain knifed at me again.

  Out… I threw my head back as pleasure spiked.

  Pushing himself to his knees, Lucas sa
t back on his heels and looked down, watching our bodies where they joined. His nostrils flared, and I wondered if it was because of the degree of self-control he was exerting as he held back, moving carefully and slowly, trying not to hurt me too much.

  Madness was the only way to describe the feelings. Pleasure. Pain. Friction on my clit. Heat. Sensations crashed all around inside of me. I was going to orgasm. I was on the edge of ecstasy. And yet, ooh, the foreign pain was distracting.

  Again, he continued sinking in. And again, the strange jarring pain laced over unspeakable pleasure. An agonized wail escaped my throat, and I heard myself pleading for, “Mooore.”

  Was that me? Did I really ask for more? Yes, oh yes, I wanted more.

  More he gave me as he started undulating back and forth, his cock gliding in and out. And… I saw stars, my abdomen clenching.

  “No coming. Do. Not. Come.”

  I screamed and clawed at the sheets, trying to pull myself back from bursting, feeling like I was rocking to the moon and then down into the very depths of hell. When I crash-landed, Lucas was still pulsing into me, winding me up more — he was relentless. I was going to orgasm, I couldn’t stop it this time as his fingers found my aching clit, pinching and pressing, diving inside me and claiming my g-spot while his cock excavated my bottom.

  “I’m going to come inside your tight body,” Lucas growled as he went rigid, his face a mask of the most exquisite agony. “Come now.” He pinched my clit, and I saw stars as a blazing orgasm ripped through every cell. Every muscle I possessed tightened so hard I thought I would shatter. Instead, I released in a liquid torrent. I was at his mercy and jettisoned yet again as he buried himself deep within me and shouted. He shot in and out of me in short bursts and exploded, hard, filling me with heat that made me orgasm all over again.

  When I could finally see again, he smirked down at me. “Wow, that was intense.”

  I nodded, robbed of speech.

  He slid out of me with a kiss on my neck. He crumbled on top of me, collapsed to the side, and laid beside me, breathing heavily. Words would be foreign now, and we only stared at one another, stars still exploding in front of my face.

  I’d just found a new kind of ecstasy I never knew existed. While I was terrified of this insane new place called anal pleasure, I wasn’t sure I wanted to abandon it. He was right… it was amazing. So amazing in fact, that when I did finally gather my wits, I recalled a line from our challenge note.

  One or both of you will be enjoying some anal fun.

  One just had a grand old time. Now it was time for both of us to experience this land called anal pleasure. Well, more correctly… for him to experience it again.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Lucas

  “That was pretty incredible,” I said as I curled Ava closer to me, “you okay?”

  I’d seen the ecstasy on her face, and she didn’t run and hide this time, so I knew there were good moments for her at the very least.

  “I didn’t think I’d like it, but surprisingly, it was better than I thought it would be. It was weirdly exciting.” She flashed me a shy smile. She was always so adorable. Strong willed with her own kind of power. I was coming to better understand her heady mix of attributes.

  Her expression turned devilish, her voice low and tinged with lust. “So, the card stated that one or both of us could enjoy the anal delights, and I’ve enjoyed mine…”

  “Nope, you played there yesterday,” I said firmly, hoping I sounded serious but also trying to make her laugh to circle the subject. While last night’s tryst with my forbidden zone was intriguing and sexy, it wasn’t something I felt comfortable doing over again.

  I loved it, but I don’t give up control. For me, control was my lifeline. I was in charge of my world, and my asshole was not on the menu — the feelings involved were too intense. I couldn’t tell Ava that, however, because just those few moments of her vulnerability helped me understand what she struggled with in letting go.

  Ava winced as she shifted and sat on the edge of the bed. My guess was she probably wasn’t going to be up for anything more tonight. We were both still wide awake, and I needed another go, as I was still edging along a sexual high.

  She carefully slid off the bed. “I think I’ll rinse off.” She beckoned to me, and how could I resist?

  I joined her when she turned on the water and was letting it cascade over her sex-ravaged body.

  “Shall I wash you?” she asked in a sweet, demure tone.

  She knew my penchant for demure, and so I handed her the soap. She lathered it in her hands, her eyes cast downward as she caressed my abs and torso, using only her hands to wash my body.

  Her touch felt incredible, and my semi-hard erection graduated to full hard-on very quickly under her expert care. She ignored my inflamed member to concentrate on my middle region. Her attention seemed innocent enough, letting her hands glide over my shoulders to massage my biceps, then down to my forearms and fingers. She massaged each one. Fuck, her touch felt good.

  She moved her massage back up to my forearms and elbows, lilting her hands down my sides, wiggling her fingers to test how ticklish I might’ve been. I didn’t flinch and gave her a searing glare.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded, not holding back the dominance in my voice.

  She flinched and flushed red. Unlike my subs, it wasn’t out of guilt or embarrassment, but indignation. Her hands continued their play, sliding down my sides to smooth over my trimmed pubic hair and massage the skin around my pelvic bone. My cock was standing straight up in front of her so she lovingly stroked her thumb over the engorged head as she cupped my balls.

  Those little fingers had me cross-eyed with delight. I wanted to be inside of her again, listen to her scream and moan as I pounded inside and showed her who was boss, who was master.

  But those fingers had other plans as they tickled my perineum and she shifted behind me.

  “Now time for your backside,” she sang in a low, seductive melody. She pushed me forward by laying a hand on my back and bending me toward the wall.

  I grabbed her hand, and even I was surprised at the dark threat in my voice. “I told you, I’m not having you anywhere near my ass. You need to understand you can’t cross my lines.” I was the alpha here.

  She stiffened, her lips pressed into a thin line. “What about my lines?”

  “That’s different.”

  “How are your lines different?” She got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “We’re in this together. I’m not sure how they’re gonna know whether we do these challenges, but I’m in this to win. That means we both do the challenges, whether we like them or not.”

  I followed her out of the shower and snapped a towel off the rack, not sure what her next move was going to be, but praying desperately that she wasn’t planning on walking out of this. We’d covered so much ground. We could get through this, she just had to chill out. Women were so overly emotional.

  I opened my mouth to tell her how it was going to be, and she held up a silencing hand.

  “Before you command me,” she started in a softer voice, “I want you to hear me out. This is supposed to be pleasurable for both of us. Our anal areas are the only sexual organ, other than our lips, that we share. Why can’t we experience something as foreign as this together? Why can’t we share our feelings with one another? Do you think I wanted to have your dick up my ass?” She was getting heated again, her face flushed.

  “You liked it, admit it!” I wasn’t going to let her pull that on me. I could tell by her orgasm that she loved it.

  “That is beside the point. I’m asking you if I wanted to do it before we started.” She stared at me, half wrapped in a towel, dewy and naked and gorgeous.

  Fuck, she was messing with my head.

  “Possibly not.” I wanted to cross my arms but knew that would make me look defensive.

  “You were so intent on me being the one who had to complete this challenge when it said eithe
r of us. Telling me you’d pleasured other women’s asses wasn’t helpful.” She spit out the words. “I’m not a piece on an assembly line. Maybe I didn’t want to go there. Did you ever think about my having a right to say no?” Her eyes were blazing, and she’d never looked so stern and in command. And so fucking sexy.

  I’d never let my subs get mouthy with me, and apart from my own mother, everyone had been too afraid to ever approach me in this manner. I’d always gotten my way. No woman had crossed me as she was. I wasn’t sure I liked it on a visceral level, but it was turning me on. Making me want to do whatever I had to do to make her happy. What was she doing to me?

  She was still talking. “This is a game, and to play and be successful we have to try new things. This is something we can experience together. Why do you get to say no and I don’t? And why would you want to shy away from an experience you could share with me?” Now she seemed hurt, as if my reluctance wasn’t about power, but about her venturing into the unknown without me.

  “There are a host of reasons that have nothing to do with you, Ava,” I stated plainly, unwilling to go further.

  “I’m not subservient to you, Lucas. I won’t be. When I leave this game and walk away from this, you can find a woman who wants subservience. I’m not, and I never will be that woman. We’re playing a game. The rules stated that both of us could participate in the challenge equally.”

  She was right. This was just a game. So… when had it become more than that? And why did her walking away make me want to lock her in the bathroom so she couldn’t?

  She was unhinging my perspective, and I loved and hated her for it. Despite her belief to the contrary, she had my attention. Just the thought of her going back to her old life without me made my knees feel like jelly. I sank down on the edge of the tub, buying myself a moment to compose.

  She followed my cue and sat next to me on the smooth surface. “I loved having you play with my ass.” She laughed. “I never thought I’d be saying that, and I never thought I would experience feelings that were so erotic and complex. They were shameful, guilty, and wonderful all at the same time. Why wouldn’t I want to give you the same kind of exotic pleasure?” Silence filled the room as she stared at me, waiting for an answer.

 

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