by Jenika Snow
She skipped over the blood and let her eyes travel down to the erection she felt throbbing against her. Of course she shouldn’t have been surprised at what she saw, but when she was greeted with a cock that was just as powerfully built as the rest of him, she felt her mouth go dry. He stood before her like a god, or maybe the very devil himself. Even though his size certainly was startling, that wasn’t what made her initial shock so intense. The thick ring that was pierced through the head of his shaft had all coherent thought leaving her. The overhead light caused the silver metal to glint, like a warning of what was to come. Before she could drag her eyes from the sight, he had his hands pressed right below her ass and was lifting her. The cold wood of the table met her overheated flesh and she bit her lip. His gaze tracked the movement, and then his tongue was running over the tender spot she had just abused. A surprised gasp left her as he bathed her sensitive flesh in liquid heat. He tasted so good and she was shamelessly leaning into him, seeking more.
He closed the gap that separated them and Tristan panted as his bare shaft pressed against her. The metal that adorned his body was heated, but she didn’t mistake the smooth feel of steel against her skin. Despite the fact she wore panties she felt every inch of him. She was completely soaked, embarrassingly so, but she didn’t give a damn. A small, annoying voice inside told her she needed to stop, that this was bad news all around. She told that voice to shut the fuck up. She would deal with the repercussions in the morning. Right now, she couldn’t think of anything better than having Kash inside of her.
His hands on her shoulders made her feel weak, womanly. He pushed her back until she was spread across the table, like some flesh entrée he was about to devour. He took a step back and she instantly felt the chill in the room. Was he just going to leave her here, achingly needy for him? How in the hell could he stop what they were doing? She felt crazed when he was this near, yet Kash looked calm, in control. The air sawed in and out of lungs as they exchanged gazes.
“Remove the bra, slowly.”
His voice, low, commanding, sent a thrill of dark desire through her. Lifting her arms, she unlatched her bra with shaky fingers. She had never been more thankful for the front clasp of her bra. As soon as the cloth and wire were no longer held together, her breasts spilled out almost indecently. Oh, she knew what her nipples looked like, and the look on his face as he assessed her told her as much. The tissue felt sensitive and hard, like the tiny tips could cut into glass. She felt flushed, and even lying down she could see how her skin was painted red. Every erogenous zone in her body tingled as he stood there and watched her. He was aroused, most definitely, but he didn’t make a move to touch her. She swallowed and wondered if he liked what he saw. His cock straining forward should have told her as much, but she wondered where all his composure and restraint were coming from. If the look on his face hadn’t kept her rooted to her spot, she would have jumped off the table and run her hands all over his body.
“Take off your panties.”
She licked her lips again and placed her fingers at the edge of the material. His gaze was scorching, and it took everything in her to breathe as he watched her with half-lidded eyes that reflected exactly what he wanted to do to her. The material hit the floor with a feather-soft caress, and she lifted her eyes to his. There was something going on here, something that she knew told her more about Kash than anything else.
“Spread your legs wide. Let me see your cunt.”
His coarse language sent her reeling. Never had a man spoken to her in such a way, spoken about her body in such a crude manner. It inflamed her. The commands did something to her insides. She felt weak with need. As crazy as it sounded, she wanted to please him, wanted to do anything he said. She knew by his tone and his look that if she obeyed him he would make it worth her while.
“Don’t make me ask you again. This is what you wanted, and this is what you’ll get.”
Her heart thundered hard and she spread her legs. Was this really what she wanted, to be ordered to do whatever he said? Kash was a force all in himself. He was powerful, strong, and took no shit. He was a dominating man and at that moment Tristan knew what he wanted from her.
Submission.
Chapter Fourteen
Tristan knew her eyes were large as she stared up at Kash. He looked like an angel standing before her, a fallen angel. God, she was so wet. Could he see her arousal glistening under the kitchen lighting? He was still so hard that she knew he must like what he saw. The need to cover herself, to close her legs and place a hand over her breasts was strong, but the dark, predatory look in his eyes made her think twice. He didn’t approach her right away. Instead he just watched her. She knew what he was doing, knew he was giving her the option to back out. It would have been the smart thing for her to do, but right now she was running on lust, need, and a few shots of whiskey.
He took a step toward her and she swallowed. Her breasts were thrust out in invitation, but he didn’t touch them. Instead he dropped to his knees between her thighs, placed both his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his waiting mouth. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat. The feel of his warm breath skating across her pussy could have made her come right then. He smirked, a hard slash across his mouth that was not one of amusement. He knew the effect he had on her and he was relishing in it. The feel of his tongue on her exposed flesh had her eyes involuntarily closing and her head falling back against the table. Oh, his tongue did wicked things to her body. He used that muscle to run up her center, sucking her wetness off and causing more to come. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations that she found herself pressing closer to him, trying to tempt him to give her more. On any other occasion she might have been mortified by her actions, but pressing her pussy harder against his face, trying to have him lick and suck at her harder seemed so logical at the moment. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own and gripped handfuls of his hair. As if that had been cold water on him, he removed his mouth from her and leaned back. She opened her eyes and blinked several times. The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream, crying out for more.
“You will place your arms above your head and you will keep them there.” His tone brooked no argument.
She did as he asked because heaven knew she needed his mouth back on her. When she clasped her hands together he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. The act was so erotic, like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream and he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss one drop. His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and pressing minutely into her hole on the downstroke. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but Kash knew what he was doing. He was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat her flesh as she tried in vain to come. She silently begged for him to suck on her clit again, to give her that one mercy.
Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. It sounded like there was a wounded animal residing in her kitchen, but she knew it was just her making those noises. Air left her lungs in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth.
“Please, Kash, oh God, please.” She didn’t need to elaborate on what she wanted. He knew, if the rich chuckle against her moist flesh was anything to go by.
“Do you want to come, Tristan?”
Was this a sick joke? He had to know she was perilously close. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg for it, more than what she had already been doing, and by God she was not above it. At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her.
“Please. Please let me come.” The words left her on a whoosh of air and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her flesh apart with his thumbs and ran his to
ngue up her center. His tanned hands seem so dark against her pale flesh, but what now held her attention was the raw skin that lined his knuckles. The image of him slamming his fist into his opponent washed through her mind. Instead of feeling disgust and fear over the sight, her pussy grew wetter.
A dark look crossed his face when she brought her gaze back to his. Had he noticed her staring at his hands? Did he realize how much wetter she had become after looking at them? He didn’t say anything if he did. The terse moment passed quickly, and then he brought his tongue back to her cleft. When he reached her clit he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against his mouth. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it. Tristan threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed atop the table.
When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out a content sigh. The blissful feeling was short-lived as she was lifted into strong arms. A gasp escaped her and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he briskly carried them up the stairs.
At her questioning look he said, “I’m not going to take you on the table.”
His voice, rough, deep, like sandpaper scraping over her skin, broke through her haze. When he reached the top of the stairs he didn’t hesitate as he made his way into his room. He shut the door with his foot and when the sound of it closing penetrated her mind, she knew there was no going back. It was as if the door sliding shut sealed the deal, made everything painfully clear. Things were going to escalate and she had no intention of stopping it. She knew this was a mistake, but like most of her mistakes, she wouldn’t regret it until it was already said and done.
Kash set her on the ground but kept his hand around her waist. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercing press against the heated flesh of her belly. She swallowed and searched his face. Should she say something? She wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. Even in the dim light she could see his mouth glistening with her juices. She smelled herself on him, a heady scent that seemed to make what they were doing even naughtier. When they had first kissed downstairs he had seemed as frantic as her, but as things progressed he had grown different, more controlled. She couldn’t deny that she liked it, craved it even. Never had she thought being dominated and controlled by a man would please her so much, but Kash’s rough commands, the way he seemed to hold her pleasure with his deep words and prolonged pleasure, nearly undid her ten times over. He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind her she didn’t stop from going down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome in the moonlight. He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.
“You need to be sure about this, Tristan. Once I start I’m not going to fucking stop.” His voice never wavered and the stoic, controlled expression stayed on his face. She didn’t need him to warn her. She knew what she was getting into, and whether it was a bad idea or not, she would not tell him no.
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Kash had to grit his teeth and force himself not to slide into her warmth right then and there. He needed her to tell him she wanted this. Her body’s reaction wasn’t enough. Oh, he knew what a fucked-up idea this was, but at the moment all he could think about was what her sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock. The smell of her cream, still covering his mouth and blinding all other senses, made it harder with each passing moment to keep himself still. He leaned back enough to see her slightly spread legs. Using his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed her thighs wider apart until he finally saw what he ached for.
With her legs spread, he could see how swollen she was, and the sight alone almost had him coming right then. He couldn’t stop himself from kneeling between her legs and bringing his face close to her pussy. He pressed his hips into the mattress, hoping to stem off his impending orgasm. For that one lone moment he let himself marvel in her. Her slit, so ready for him, made his whole body tighten with need. Her small waist and flat stomach had his mouth watering to taste every inch of her flesh. Her breasts full with tight, pink nipples poised at the tip had his hands itching to caress them. Then there was her face. She was achingly beautiful with her doe-like expression, kissable mouth, and small, straight white teeth that worried her bottom lip. A moan left him as he watched her gently bite on the flesh. It was erotic yet innocent. It nearly drove him over the edge.
Again he pressed his hips into the mattress, feeling the sheets scrape along his throbbing cock, heightening his arousal instead of dimming it. When he let his gaze travel back to the apex of her thighs he couldn’t help himself. Leaning forward, he let his tongue travel along the inside of her thigh and all the way to her core. Oh, she tasted just like she smelled, sweet and tempting like strawberries and vanilla. He found himself moaning against her pussy. A gasp left her and then she was ever so gently pushing her cunt in his face. Using his thumbs, he spread her labia, flattened his tongue, and ran it up her center. Her whole body shook and her tiny hands fisted in the sheets. He would make her come against his mouth again, because heaven help him, he couldn’t get enough.
He sucked and licked her, bringing her closer and closer to another climax. He wanted her cream coating his mouth, wanted it running down the back of his throat. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he ran his tongue around the bundle of nerves. His hips started thrusting against the mattress as if they had a mind of their own, dry humping it and mimicking the motion he wanted to be doing between her thighs.
“God, Tristan.” He groaned the words against her and she let out a mewling noise. She was close. He could taste it. He renewed his efforts and was rewarded when her back arched, her breasts thrust forward, and her legs fell all the way open. Yeah, he was going to fuck her good and hard, and maybe then he could get her out of his system.
Chapter Fifteen
When the second orgasm faded Tristan breathed out. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even concentrate as she tried to get her bearings together.
“Tell me, Tristan.” He murmured against her sensitive flesh and she sighed. “Are you sure this is what you want? Fuck, I hope it is, baby, because I don’t know if I could stop at this moment.” He rested his head on her inner thigh, his warm breath teasing her flesh. She knew he would stop if she said no. She knew that with everything inside of her. She had no intentions of stopping this anyway. She wanted, needed to feel him inside of her.
“I’m sure.” Those two words were a mere whisper out of her, but he heard her nonetheless. He settled his body on top of hers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer. Their lips were inches apart, so close that it was maddening.
“Everything about you inflames me.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really kissing her, but tempting her all the same. She tasted herself on him and found herself leaning in more, wanting more. “Since that first night I saw you, talked to you, my dick has been hard.” His tongue peeked out and teased her. “Nothing helps ease the ache.”
She trembled as he spoke softly. He had replaced his lips with his tongue and ran it across her bottom lip. She closed her eyes briefly and absorbed the sensations. Zac had never made her feel this way, had never made her crave to be touched. No one had, except Kash.
“Your skin is the softest I’ve ever felt.” He ran his fingers down her side. “Your hesitation and desire is like a drug to me, Tristan.” He pressed his mouth gently against hers before moving it to the shell of her ear. A moment of silence passed, and then he whispered, “And your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
His heated words had her blood pressure spiking and a flush spreading throughout her whole body. Her eyes had closed of their own accord as she let his words sink in. Her arousal
slowly trickled out of her pussy and made a trail down her inner thighs. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassment over the latter, because Kash had slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked her cunt. He growled in her ear.
“If not for my self-control I’d be fucking you right now, but I want to savor this, bring you as much pleasure as you’re bringing me.” He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat while he continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” His finger dipped inside of her and she bit her lip. “I bet this slick little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt.”
He slipped another digit into her body and then another until he was thrusting three fingers in her. “Damn, my whole hand is drenched.” She gasped as he twisted his fingers inside of her and bumped against her G-spot.
“Soon my cock is going to replace these.” He emphasized his point by scissoring his fingers deep within her. He moved them faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room. “Just the feel of your sweet little pussy sucking at my fingers could make me come.”
She was unabashedly gripping onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. She found herself wantonly fucking herself on his fingers, well, as much as she could given her position. It felt wonderful just the same, though. She didn’t think she had it in her to orgasm so many times, but she knew if he kept this up she would soon again. Kash brought his thumb to her clit and started strumming it with expert precision. All other thoughts or actions ceased. In the next second she came. She cried out and pumped her pussy faster and harder on his fingers. He grunted in pleasure against her ear. When her body became lax, she rested her head on his forearm, breathing roughly. She could hear the steady drum of his heart, and she took comfort in knowing that it was just as fast as hers.