by Ruby McQueen
“God… I want to taste that.” He exclaims almost to himself under his breath, finally, he’s cracking.
“Awww, but you already did.” I retort as I run my hands up over his Pecs, he sucks in a big breath of air and inflates his chest beneath my touch. I glide my hands up over his shoulders and wrap them around the back of his neck, and I straddle myself carefully across his lap, making sure our skin to skin contact is limited for the moment. He goes to bring his legs together.
“No!” I say with quiet determination. “You don’t move unless I say, got it?”
He pauses in frustration “Trinity...”
“No, Derek! It’s my bet, my rules… No touchies!” He eventually sighs and nods in irritation at my unwavering assertion. A ripple of nerves surge through me. Oh no, I hope I’m not losing him. I hold firm. I haven’t come this far to fold now.
I soften a little with his submission and begin to kiss around his collar bone while I’m sitting across his thighs with barely any space between us. So close. I make my way up his neck with my lips and I feel him let go a little bit, relaxing into my caresses. I find myself at his mouth where my lips make all kinds of promises to his as I dance across them, but never delivering. I slide myself against him finally, so the shaft of his rigid erection makes direct contact with my glistening pussy, and I grind myself against him slowly as he begins to chase my mouth with his own.
I make like I am about to give him what he wants before backing away last minute, ‘no touchies’, but every so often I actually seal his mouth with mine and kiss him hard and deep letting our tongues collide, like I am intoxicated by my passion for him. I have been rocking my hips into him and sliding my lubricated lady parts all over him while I take advantage of him, but now it’s time to play the same game with his cock.
I lift myself up over him so that his plush head is hovering at my entrance and I circle slowly so he can feel my silkiness, hot and ready for him, I steady him there and let him think I’m about to descend around him, but at the last second I let him fall away and I glide leisurely along his length and he groans in frustration. Each time I do this I let him penetrate inside of me a little but keeping a limit on it. I need to cover him with a condom, but first I want him to feel everything I’m putting out, every movement and sensation, I want him to feel how on edge I am and give him just enough and leave him deficient of gratification.
I decide that he sounds plenty frustrated by barely being inside of me and I finally give him an opportunity to end my reign of ‘no touchies’.
“Tell me, Hot Stuff, tell me what you want.” He groans and rolls both his head and his eyes, so I decide I will sweeten the honey pot a little bit for him. I again position the head of his throbbing cock at my well moist opening. I push just his head inside of me and wait for his eyes to come back to me. When he looks at me there is fire behind his eyes, but also a darkness has descended there too, he wishes to defy me but I’m wearing him down. I begin to swivel my hips at a deliciously slow pace and his face becomes consumed by the sensation he’s absorbing. I lean into his neck and bite and suck his flesh, I know he enjoys being bitten as much as delivering it and he groans heavily in almost a growl. I kiss his lips slowly and reiterate my point.
“Tell me, Derek, tell me what you want.”
“God, Trinity…” His gaze crashes around me, sinister and brooding. Intense. “I want you, Trinity, I want to feel you around my cock, deep, tightening as you come hard all over me. I want to be free of these damn cuffs. I want to flip you and fuck you till you’re sore. I want to make you mine, tasting you, claiming you, possessing you. I want to fuck you till you beg me to stop…” Oh fucking my…
I think my heart almost stops mid rhythm. I’ve never wanted him more. I lunge myself at him and kiss his lips hard letting him have access to me, complete and unrestricted, tongue, lips, all his. Partially to reward him but also because his words have whipped up a riot of sensations inside of me and I’m beyond wild for him at this moment.
After a few moments of feverish face sucking I reluctantly drag myself away from his lips and quickly lean over to my bedside draw. I pull it out and grab a condom from the corner and hastily shove the draw closed. I sit up again and quickly peel it free from the foil, placing the condom on his hard cock, pinching the tip and rolling down his length.
I position myself over him again and with just the tip of him inside me I swivel my hips as I take his lips with mine, I bite his bottom lip lightly and tug it between my teeth as I slam myself over him so his erection is parting through my tightness in a rush. He gasps and lunges for my lips kissing me hard, my adrenaline takes over and I begin to rock myself over him, I whisper in his ear that he feels so good inside of me and that’s his undoing.
“Please, Trinity, for the love of god untie me!”
His request tugs at my ego and the power I just gained sends a hot rush of bubbles rippling along inside of me and at the same time I’m melting for him. My chest is heaving as I pant with complete ecstasy for him and I know if I keep going I can bring him undone but the thought of a frenzied Derek manhandling me, consuming me, just flooded my mind in a serious of images that brought me to the very edge or orgasm and I’m afraid my poker face is no longer intact.
“You want this, Trinity, you want me to take you and claim you.” He senses I’m on the verge and pushes me, until now I’ve been unwavering, but I want that. As alpha as I am, I want to be challenged and overpowered, I want a worthy competitor I can tilt my hat in admiration to, an equal.
I bite my bottom lip trying to regain control of myself, the orgasm waiting to burst through, my laborious breathing thick with yearning. He’s all that exists in my world right now and I feel myself slipping beneath a veil of hunger, craving him, yes, wanting to be claimed by him. I open my eyes and nod to answer his request. I exhale long and slow as I still my rocking upon him and lean to let him loose from his restraints. I look back at him and hold my gaze over his eyes as a warning not to touch me until both cuffs are off. He apparently understands and I feel it’s acknowledged with his eyes even though he doesn’t physically nod.
I resume his release. The instant I liberate him and before I can react, I have been flipped over onto my back and he is between my legs pressing his cock against me as he kisses and nibbles at my neck. Sweet baby Jesus...
His ravenous appetite for my flesh makes me wild. I can’t confine my desire for him and without thinking I instinctively begin to rock my hips against him, but to my frustration he lifts himself up and breaks the contact I so desperately want. I wrap a leg around his buttocks hoping to coax him back, but he holds resilient and continues his kissing and nibbling. I’m at least thankful that I’m not restrained, although I won those rights fair and square! I squirm beneath him and scratch down his back each time he sinks his teeth in a little deeper. The sensation of his chin scruffle dragging along the hollow of my neck is enough of my undoing, let alone the nibbling and the lack of contact to my lady parts. Should I beg? Gah! It’s what he wants! Hell with it!
“Please, Derek.” I pant out breathlessly.
There’s a small pause... Then “Please what? ...Trinity.”
I want to just blurt out something, anything, a grunt, illegible garbles that mean ‘take me now’! Just dive in there champ, make it your own for fuck sakes! Before I combust on the spot!
I consider my response for a moment through my sexual brain fog and respond.
“Please... Show me I’m yours.”
For a second, I’m not entirely sure those are the words that will get the job done, that will stop him on his slow pursuit of retribution and dominance. But he stops after a second or two and looks up at me and behind his eyes there is something raw that I can’t quite identify.
“Oh no, Trinity. You are mine. I saw you. I wanted you. I claimed you. You. Are. Mine.”
Holy Shitballs!
My face instantaneously flushes, I feel the warmth hit my cheeks. I hate that statement on so man
y levels. I’m a strong, independent woman. I’m an alpha for fuck sakes and words are cheap and… And... And I’m completely undone. I don’t care about my ego; I belong to Derek and all I want is the evidence of his claim to manifest between my legs so I can let go and disappear into it. I want to feed from this addiction I have to him.
I realise he is looking directly at me. Crap! I flush red a second time in as many moments and want to die, but he’s grinning at me wryly. Fucker! And it dawns on me, he wants me blushing and shy. That’s part of the kick he gets out of this, he gets to slip past my closely guarded walls and into my inner sanctuary.
He strokes my face attentively still grinning.
“See… You can’t fight it, Trinity. Every bit of you is mine. This...” He tenderly kisses my neck “This...” He kisses my lips. “This...” He kisses me between my breasts. “And this...” He grabs between my legs, firmly circling around in the slickness before plunging himself deep inside me in one smooth motion. I arch my back and sigh in response. Finally!
He withdraws himself almost all the way out of me before diving straight back in, I moan, I can’t help it, I don’t think I can restrain my reactions to him, physically or emotionally. I melt beneath him and almost out of my own consciousness it feels like I’m just a passenger on a trip to ecstasy as he dissolves into me and we are just one. I don’t need much stimulation as I’m already wound tight and ready for release. His words still ringing in my head and the contact with his pelvis onto my clit as he plunges into me, deep and hard, is all I need, and I come apart.
It’s a night of what I think is pure passion. I want him, he wants me, it’s been a long time coming and my mental switch to competitor means no awkward Trinity moments of oh my god! Just Trinity the licentious deity. Trinity the sex siren. Confident, in command, desirable. I want Derek to see this side of me, my pride demands it, because I’m constantly hovering on the verge of confusion and awkwardness so I want to go a little jungle fever on him just so he gets a taste of it.
I open my eyes and he is watching me, still erect, still inside me.
“Mmmm I love the way you feel gripping my cock as you come, Trinity.”
I draw a deep breath into my now uncoiled and relaxed body and let it still before releasing it with a little smile. I’m sure that it’s still somewhat come hither and insatiable. Always suggestive. Hungry.
How I feel, yes, I imagine it’s a great sensation. But how I feel? On the inside it’s a combination of floating and drunk as well as on the verge of being totally discombobulated. It still doesn’t feel totally real to me yet. This situation scares the living shit out of me and like an addict I keep coming back for more, consequences be damned! ... Almost. I have felt like derailing this train many a time and the fact I’m here with him firmly wedged between my thighs shows I’m crazy about him or just straight up crazy! Either way I’m lost to him and this moment.
He withdraws from me and grabs my right leg and drapes it across the left side of my body so I am almost turned on my side, he rises to his knees straddling my still straightened left leg and leans down to penetrate me holding my right leg so it warps around his side. It reminds me of a lemon twist on top of a beverage and I playfully think to myself that is exactly what I’ll call this position, the lemon twist! As he thrusts into me over and over those thoughts evaporate and we are back to being just one. A symbiotic companionship of fucking.
He pants and sighs every so often and I reach up with my right hand and grip his chest until I unravel beneath him again. He hasn’t come himself yet but stills while I throb hard around him.
“This time I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you.”
I look up at him through my post orgasmic haze and try to focus on him as if that statement might be comprehended faster if my eyes can just centre on his face. He is showing signs of sweating and is still panting faintly.
“Got it?” he reiterates.
I nod compliantly and move my hand slowly into position. I am well wet and feeling somewhat sensitive downtown. He starts to move inside of me again, oh so deep and I do as commanded and start to circle slowly around my silky clit. It takes no time at all and I’m ready to come again. I can’t restrain my reaction to my impending eruption, and I groan softly as I build so close.
“Don’t you come until I tell you to, Trinity.” Gah! I’m super close so it’s damn hard to hold it back. The mounting sexual tension inside of me seemingly overflows into the surrounding muscles around my groin and I’m not sure how long I can hold back for, but I try to comply. My moans get a little more audible the longer I hold it until I don’t think I can hold on any longer so I still my hand between my legs.
“I didn’t say stop, did I?” Ugh! Since when is he in charge? So damn bossy! I would protest but he hasn’t relented on his pace as he drives into me and I need all my energy focused on not releasing until ‘your highness’ says so! Sheesh! I resume touching myself intimately and shortly after I begin twitching around my thighs. Fucker! He just wants me to beg to come!
“You know what to say, Trinity.” He voices my thought and I almost cringe. I want to tell him I hate him or fuck off. The flavour of it rolls around my mind like a bad penny but I resist vocalising it as I know he will just find a way to make me pay for it. He will ultimately win, and my pride is hurt enough with him as it is damn it! Fiiiiinnnneee!!!
I wait until I’m almost a quivering mess and squeak out “Please, Derek, let me come.”
He doesn’t respond immediately, but just continues tunnelling deep inside of me before finally saying “Come for me, Trinity.” And I can tell that as I let go and finally explode around him that he finds his release too. He stills and I feel the head of his cock throbbing inside of me which almost feels like it’s melting into my own rhythmic beats as I come down from this high. He eventually withdraws and disappears briefly. I remain almost in the same exact position. I’m spent. When he returns, he slides the doona over me and snuggles up behind me draping his leg over my outstretched one and slides his arm in around me as he kisses up my back and shoulder. I grin to myself as relax against him. He is flawless in the bedroom and excels at breaking down my walls which I shouldn’t be surprised as he did warn me, he would break them down one by one when we first started flirting. I know I should be more guarded, but this moment is too perfect, and I let myself be cocooned by him as I float into a deep sleep.
~ Chapter 14 ~
The sweetest dreams
I open my eyes somewhat gingerly, just finding my own awareness as the day light seems to dance between my heavy red rubber back curtains and the windows they are covering. I blink as I come to, the same way I would any other morning, but this isn’t any other morning, today is different. The scent of it, the feel of it pervades my every sense and then I become conscious of the fact that Derek is here! I don’t want to move too fast as I rouse and I wonder if he’s still here with me or if he’s up already or even gone… or was it all just a crazy drink induced mirage whipped into fruition only in my mind, springing from the depths of my soul, manifesting as the sweetest dream I’ve ever had? The kind of dream you don’t want to wake up from.
I lay there a moment and try to recollect the night before, yes Derek was with me, and while it might have been a dream it was certainly not a figment of my imagination at all. Note to self must cut back on drinking so as not to question oneself constantly on events during nights out! Deja Vu.
I close my eyes and want to run my hands over my still naked body mentally retracing every part of me he has touched, remembering where he has touched me, both inside and out.
I shift a little taking in a deep breath through what I can only assume is a goofy grin while I reminisce and as I do his arm which rests on the doona tightens around me a little.
OMG! I’m wrapped in a Derek blanket!
I didn’t even realise he was wrapped around me! Is it possible that we were laying in that position for so long that our bodies melded into one and I los
t sense of our separateness?
“Good Moanin’ Sexy.” His husky, half-asleep morning voice sounds from just behind me as he pulls me to him, so I’m nestled in tight against his too warm body.
“Morning.” I respond plainly not able to counter his morning wit quickly enough. Hell with it, I don’t do mornings, anyway. I’m not a grouchy person, just verbally minimalistic and a little air headed, like it takes a while for the furnace to heat up.
“How did you sleep?” He tightens his grip around me a little more so that I almost have to roll to see him. At some point I guess I have to be cool with the idea of him seeing me in the mornings, especially if I want him to grace between my covers on a regular basis that is. I’ve had boyfriends, it’s never really been an issue before, I really don’t care how I look in the mornings, and at times I won’t even do my hair! Just toss it back into a half pulled through ponytail where bits are hanging out, I’m not highly strung or vain, I like to look my best if I’m going to work or out, but my casual creed is usually ‘this is how I do me, not good enough? Then get the fuck out more or less. I’m not that concerned with the superficial and true beauty comes from within. To steal one of my Dads quotes “You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.” That’s how I see Kamryn Alexander, gorgeous but a glorified pig, too good for everyone and fake to your face, she wears a ruby red smile that is only skin deep. I will never aspire to be like that, I’d rather be rough around the edges but keep my soul in the light. And yet here I am all concerned about how I look for Derek! Why?
“Very well, thank you.” It’s like my voice, but who the hell is saying that? Doesn’t even sound like me at the moment. I would scoff, but you know? Just woke up engulfed by my fantasy world and I’ve impressions to make.
I feel him crane his neck a little before responding.
“Hmmm did I fuck the Trinity out of you?” He chuckles softly.