Paper Dolls [Book Four]

by Blythe Stone

  Her lips made their way to my face and then down my neck. Her hands tugged at my skin, dragging with hard pressure, nails painting a lightly burning trail.

  “I need you,” she said again, coming back up and trapping me beneath her as she dangerously kissed me. It was her mantra now. Something changed in her, she seemed dark, emotionally heavy and running on want.

  I need you.

  I need you.

  I kept hearing it in my head.

  “I want you inside,” I gasped out between kisses.

  She pushed me back hard, forcing me down to lay on the bed. When I tried to reach up and kiss her again she used both hands and the weight of her body to push me back down, keeping control.

  “Stay,” she said, her eyes forceful. My eyes grazed down her form up above and I caught sight of her ribs as she breathed. I wanted to touch her but she had me right now, I was hers so I stayed.

  She dipped down my body, tugging hard at my jeans and pulling them off.

  “Take that off,” she said, nodding up at my shirt.

  I did as she said and lifted up to take it off and throw it.

  “Good girl,” she said, praising me.

  She was standing on the side of the bed and looking down. Her robe hung open but she had her arms tucked in and she was holding her lips with the fingers on one of her hands while she paced at my side and occasionally looked down and over at me.

  I waited, wondering what she was doing.

  When she got to my ankles around the fourth consistent pace up and down the side of the bed, she let her fingers fall down and touch at my skin.

  It was such a small thing, a small touch at my ankle, so small, but I felt a jolt.

  I watched her watch me as she slowly walked back up toward my head, running her fingers along my side from my ankle all the way up to my shoulder.

  She knew I wanted her but she was teasing me now.

  I groaned, my sex clenching with every move. Olivia tilted her head, interested, watching me.

  She crawled over my body, placing her knee in the very center of the bed at my right-hand side. Looking up she was magnificent. Her robe opened perfectly and I let my hands go inside and tug her in at her sides so her center would hit my stomach and I could watch as she shattered so instantly.

  She wanted control but, keeping it, for her it was hard. I smiled.

  Her eyes opened once she’d gathered herself and her hand came down to push my hair away and then rest in the crook of my neck. I felt her thumb lightly touching my throat. She was looking right into me.

  “I forgot you were in trouble,” she said, her eyebrow raising.

  I used both my hands to pull at her sides again and force her center to rub onto my abs.

  Her eyes shut up tight and she gasped.

  “Stop that,” she said, testing me, once she was together enough to look down on me again.

  “I'll try but you're too tempting.” I flexed my fingers.

  She sat up on top of me and reached down, taking my hands and forcing our fingers to entwine as she leaned forward and forced my hands down onto the bed.

  “Stop,” she said, pushing hard down into my hands with the leverage of her whole body. After the force, she pulled her hands back up my arms slowly, so that she could resume sitting up.

  “Yes ma'am,” I whispered, breathless. She was in control. I needed this.

  She fell down on me, covering my mouth with her hand.

  “Stop,” she warned sweetly, eyes wide. I felt her thumb on my throat again. She kept on doing that, kept on dancing with the suggestion of this thing she knew I liked.

  When she sat up this time, she pushed her body back until her center was directly over mine.

  I felt her left hand come down to rest on my abs as she began to use her legs to guide her center down and up into mine, rubbing herself onto me and teasing me, her whole body moving slow but so sure of its path.

  I looked up and saw her losing herself.

  I felt it too but she was doing much more to me by just the sight.

  As I watched, she was obviously getting turned on. She shut her eyes up and led her hands up her body, touching herself.

  I stayed still, rapt attention focused on her face and hands as she teased herself. It was perfect.

  She was making noises and getting close. I watched but I had to touch her.

  I let my hands go up to her knees. As soon as I did though she took her hands down and threw my hands off to the side.

  I felt her lean back down onto me. She brought her hand up to my neck and pushed down.

  “I said, stop,” she reminded, her voice right in my ear.

  Her other hand roamed and I felt as she dipped a few fingers inside of me and pushed.

  “Is this what you want?” She asked grumpily.

  I nodded.

  Then I felt her move her fingers out.

  “Oh,” she said, pushing herself back up and taking both of her hands away.

  A few seconds after that she was back on me again and pleasing herself. She was using me, purposely ignoring the things that I asked. She pushed her body down into mine and used me for pleasure.

  It was hot. I bit my lip and reached up again, touching her sides.

  This time she started to laugh bitterly. She’d been really close but I’d stopped her.

  She took my wrists and twisted her hands, pushing my arms back down hard into the bed.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you Avery?!” She bit. “You can’t take an order?”

  “I just like seeing what you'll do if I defy them.” I barely kept myself from smiling.

  She flipped her hair to the side and ran a finger down my throat.

  “It’s almost like you don’t want me to feel good,” she suggested.

  I couldn’t tell if she was playing or not.

  She leaned down into me and I felt her teeth bite hard at my neck as she caught the one arm I had loose and made sure to push it back down like the other one.

  “Ahh,” I groaned as pain blossomed under her bite. It felt good.

  “Are you punishing me for not letting you feel good?”

  “No,” she said, hovering over me. “I’m punishing you because you’ve been bad.”

  She leaned in to breathe me in. I thought she’d fall into my lips but she stole her lips away and pushed down on my neck again, keeping me down.

  I felt her push herself off of me and roll over next to me until she was just on her back.

  “It’s fine. I don’t need you,” she decided.

  I looked over and watched. She pulled her robe open with both of her hands and then deliberately ran a hand down her body, slipping her fingers between her legs and delicately touching herself.

  She closed her eyes while she did it. It was like she was ignoring me completely but I was still right here.

  I rolled over, getting closer, sneaking a hand over her hip.

  “Don’t,” she said, ignoring me. She was getting close again, seemingly preoccupied.

  I wavered. Wanting to touch. My hand was so close to her. I let my fingertips touch her side but nothing more.

  She groaned and leaned over, squeezing me hard on one breast and biting me too.

  “What the hell is your problem?!” She growled, moving down just a little and biting my side and smacking my hip. Whenever she bit it was hard but definitely not hard enough to pierce skin.

  I watched as she got up out of the bed and walked over to the spare shallow countertop she usually used to pour wine or drop her keys.

  She turned around to face me and lifted her body up, pushing herself back and resting her body up against the wall.

  It was dark in the room. I could hardly see her face.

  She was just sitting there. Just watching me.

  Watching me watch her. This was new. I wasn't aware of anything except for her. The sting from her bite focused me even more.

  “You’re killing me,” I was appreciative.

  She
just stared, her legs crossed as she rest back- not showing any hint of pleasure from my words.

  “Can I touch now?” I meant myself.

  “Fine,” she said. Allowing it.

  I moved to the end of the bed where she could see and started by playing with my nipples and then running one hand down my stomach to my sex. I moved my legs apart and dipped two fingers into my own wetness.

  She leaned forward to watch, placing her hands at the edge of the counter and letting out an interesting sigh.

  “Do you like that?” She asked. “Do you like what you’re doing?”

  “Yes,” I said, reaching down and curling my fingers. “Not as good as you.”

  “Get over here,” she said.

  She hopped off the counter and stood off to the side, just waiting for me to obey and go to her.

  I removed my hands from my body and hopped down, walking over.

  As soon as I got close she came over me like a storm. I felt her pull me in and press me back against the counter. She trapped me with her body and kissed me hard in just this perfect way. Her hand snaked around my back high up around the backs of my ribs as she did this. I arched to meet her and she pushed me back further. Her body pushing mine, hitting into my center purposefully. It only took an instant for her to say yes and take me so intimately.

  Once it seemed she'd made her introduction, she stopped kissing me for a second and looked down at me. I felt her tongue on my throat, licking upward and taunting me with desire. She was pressing her whole body into mine and driving me nuts. I was so taken I had my hands on the counter and not her body.

  “You’re crazy beautiful,” she said, pushing her body into mine again. I felt her hand at my thigh, parting my legs and then her fingers touching my wetness without preamble.

  Teeth, tongue, lips; she nipped down my body leaving no room for confusion or want.

  “Get up,” she said as she made her way down.

  I carefully pushed my body up and led my ass onto the counter.

  There was nothing hotter than her telling me what to do and she rarely got like this. Okay, by rare, I mean basically never.

  As soon as my ass touched the cold surface I felt her warm wet tongue on my clit tasting me.

  “Is that better?” She asked, looking up at me.

  I was about to answer but then I saw her kiss my clit and steal it into her mouth as she looked up at me again. I felt sensation travel through me.

  She pulled my hand and moved it to her hair.

  “You can touch me now,” she said.

  I instantly tightened my grip and used force to pull her closer to me.

  My hands roamed. I had no idea where I was touching, just that I was.

  Olivia was licking me like I was the soft ice cream that melts easily off a cone. I watched her tongue slipping into me and dragging my sex up. I watched how she tasted me, how she loved me.

  “You taste so good,” she said, barely stopping to speak before she licked me again.

  Her tongue swelled and I felt it.

  “Fuuuuck.”

  Between her voice and what she was doing I was going to cum faster than I wanted. I clenched my fingers, biting into her skin.

  “Right,” she said, realizing. She’d been so hungry for me she nearly forgot what that might do.

  She moved her face to my thigh and bit it lovingly, kissing her way up my body, stopping to lick at my nipple and playfully suck.

  I felt her arm holding me again around my back. I felt her supporting me as her body pushed into my center and she sucked at my nipple, tugging lightly.

  “Please!” I tried to swallow the word but it came out. My sex was pressed into her and I struggled for friction.

  I felt her smile as she came up near my face.

  “What do you want, baby?” She asked devilishly, giving me a sweet kiss and then pulling away. I felt her hands on my hands as she rubbed the front of her body onto mine.

  “You…. Inside,” I gasped.

  “Oh yeah,” she said, making a cruel and falsified face of apology. “You asked for that, I think…” She thought back. “A little while ago…”

  I dove forward and bit at her neck playfully and she burst out with laughter.

  Her fingers were inside me right then, right when she laughed, right after I bit.

  “Okay,” she said, smiling while she fucked me. Her husky laugh drifted off on the air. I felt her lips and tongue on my neck as she delighted in tasting me while feeling me all ways.

  I felt her other hand leading my head to stay where it was but then I felt her fingers trail around as she pushed my head back and led her hand to my neck, her thumb sweetly teasing that space around my throat, like it had again and again. She was watching me as she fucked me. She wanted to see too like I had.

  I reached up and covered her hand with mine pressing down into my neck.

  She pushed her body into me. “Up,” she ordered, right into my ear as she nipped at my earlobe.

  I felt her let go of my neck and bend down out of me, her fingers coming to the backs of my knees as she squatted to lift me to come up onto the counter and sit like she had.

  She kept touching me after that, her hand back on my neck. Only this time, I felt my shoulder-blades against the wall and when she fucked me again she had more room and she could go deeper and harder. Her thumb curled around and hit into my clit every time she pushed her fingers deep inside.

  “Look at me,” she said, pushing my neck back onto the wall.

  For a moment she’d let up on her grip. But all at once she pressed hard against my windpipe while her other hand pushed in and her fingers began to fuck me again only this time it was- just right- just perfect. She was pulsing my body, nearly shocking it, taking it all away and then putting it all on at once. Relief and then pressure; over-and-over, like that one setting on a blender that really mixes shit up.

  I felt it building and building. She was stealing my air and driving me with pleasure. I was a tea-kettle, at full boil. Any minute I was going to explode.

  “I miss tasting you,” she said as she leaned in and pulsed-and-pulsed again-and-again. Mechanical maybe, but no machine could harness this. “Cum for me baby. I need it.”

  Instead of pulsing this time, she pushed her hand hard at my neck and refused to let up while she fucked me faster and harder in hopes that I could get there quick and I did.

  I could no longer control my body as I came, not fighting her but allowing her to pull me into her and pull me down. My body went slack and I was sagging against her body, nearly lifeless in her hands.

  She held me, loving me and letting me calm in her arms. Her hand left my neck and I took in a long breath, fighting to get oxygen to my brain. I couldn’t speak or open my eyes. I could only feel her body.

  “Good girl,” she said, holding me. I could feel her still kissing and nipping at my skin, this time tender and gentle.

  “Thank you.” I croaked out. “I need to sit or…”

  “Oh,” she said, guiding me back to the bed and gently leading me down. She crawled over me and kept sweetly kissing me in places. “It’s hard to stop,” she said, feeling me. She realized though and rest her body carefully down onto mine. I loved the sigh she made at the touch of her soft skin on mine.

  “Then don’t,” I whispered, enjoying her lips all over me, always waiting for the next touch.

  She moved her hand up and led it gently over my breast as she reached to kiss at my neck and tease at my pulse point all slow and addicting.

  “I really like you,” she whispered truthfully.

  “You like me? I really like you too and I’d like to marry you.”

  I wasn’t joking or kidding.

  “Uh-huh, sure,” she teased. “I’ll believe it when it happens.”

  She kissed down my neck lovingly and made a trail over my collar bone.

  “Let’s go. Right now. We can make it to Vegas and get married tomorrow.”

  I put my fingers under
her chin and brought her face up. “I am yours. I want us to be married.”

  “Well of course you do,” she smiled. “I’m your religion.”

  She was going to tease me about that for probably ever. Her eyes sparkled. I knew she loved me.

  “And in the eyes of god I am sinning by not being legally married to… my god.”

  “Wait. I’m confused. So am I your god?” She teased.

  “Yep, my very own deity. I will make sacrifices at your temple.”

  I chuckled and hummed with contentment. “You’re not going to let that one go.”

  “Yeah, never,” she smiled, moving up and kissing me slow.

  I pulled back to look at her. “What got into you? You were so bossy. It was magnificent.”

  “I dunno,” she shrugged semi-embarrassed. “I just thought for a second that maybe you wanted me to be. All that talk about sin and about god… All that stuff about punishing yourself...”

  “Mostly though, I just wanted to stop thinking…” She confessed.

  “It was hot. It really was. I love that side of you but I love all the others as well. I want you to know that.”

  “I just don’t want you to think I’m self-sacrificing all the time…” She kept kissing my skin even though she was explaining.

  “I know you’re not, baby. You are not just one thing. You are not even just a few things. You’re complicated and interesting and beautiful.”

  “I know,” she said sort of upset with herself. “But sometimes you make me feel like I’m being perfect or something. You make me feel like you think I’m not making mistakes while you are- or- something to that effect. It just gets on my nerves. I make mistakes too, mine are just quiet… Hidden. Hiding Skylar from you was a mistake.”

  “I know you make mistakes. No one can avoid that. I just understand why you didn’t tell me. I wish you had but you promised. It was wrong of Skylar to put you in that position but I also understand why she did too. I hate knowing and understand why everyone does stuff. It drives me nuts.”

  “The horrible thing about all that is I noticed even before she told me,” Olivia confessed.

  “What? How… when?”

  “That last day at the lodge when we were all over each other on that couch. She was thirsty,” Olivia said, holding her hand over her neck and demonstrating one specific Skylar face. “I saw it. I knew. I just pushed it down inside me because it was easier to pretend that it wasn’t the case.”