by Aja Cole
Much better.
“What, am I just for your recreational use now?”
“Mhm.”
“So…did Amina say anything about, uh, if the news is out yet?”
“No, but it could be any day now. She said all we can do is focus on laying the groundwork and being believable.”
“How do you think we’re stacking up? Have I played my part well?”
Even the mere insinuation that she was just acting and wasn’t truly putting in the effort to try being together put a pit in my stomach. I knew she was joking, but it made me uncomfortable.
“Don’t joke like that.” I mumbled, knowing the edge in my voice was softened some by me talking against her.
“Hey,” she clenched her fingers in my hair and I winced as she pulled my head back enough to meet her gaze, “You know I’m kidding. The last thing this is, is for show. I wish it was that easy.”
“Dios, I got it. Don’t rip my beautiful hair out.” With one last playful jerk, she released me and I burrowed my cheek into her again.
“This is nice. Almost domestic.” She continued stroking my hair, sometimes trailing her fingers down to caress my face before going back to my scalp. I felt myself drifting, the dull throb of a headache contributing to me feeling like I wanted to fall asleep. “Look at you, like a huge cat. Do you need to be fed?”
“El amor entra por la cocina.”
“What’s that?”
“You probably know it as the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“I thought I already had your heart?” I felt her body shake as she laughed.
I fell asleep before I could answer.
I woke up slowly to something wet on my face and I swiped at it irritably.
Fucking drool, like a child.
Hadn’t ever happened to me before I got that damned concussion.
At least the headache that’d been lurking all day was gone. I blinked, sitting up on the couch and rubbing my face. It was still dark and I had no idea how long I’d been asleep. Thea was probably asleep upstairs already.
I needed to shower.
Groggily, I made my way up the stairs to the master bedroom.
The shower was already running, and I woke up a little more. I could imagine the water cascading over her brown skin, the way her nipples would be beaded under the spray.
This time, I was drooling for a whole different reason.
Unbuttoning my shirt as I walked toward the bathroom, I threw it off and unbuckled the belt of my pants. With jerky movements, I threw that off too and pushed my pants down, walking out of them. When I opened the door, I was bare assed naked with my dick leading the way.
Slow, a voice whispered through my head and I stopped short.
But god, one glance through the clear glass of the large shower and any resolve I had completely fled.
She looked like some water nymph, sexy and stacked. Like I was in a trance, I moved towards the shower door. She had music playing over the speakers in the bathroom, and she was singing along.
“This what happen when I think ‘bout you,” she moved her body sinuously with the slow beat. I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so turned on. “I get in my feelings, yeah, I start reminiscing, yeah.”
She was facing away from me and was too engrossed in her water karaoke and rinsing off to realize I’d opened the door. The shower was spacious. She whirled around when I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I caught her before she lost her footing.
“You’re animated,” I said thickly, only one thing on my mind.
She swept a hand down her face, blinking away water. “You’re up.”
“In more ways than one,” I pressed closer to her so there was no mistaking my meaning. Her chest rose against me and I hissed at the feel of her nipples hard against my chest. I kissed up her neck, to where it met her shoulder and licked the spot gently before sucking the sensitive spot that I knew would make her wet.
“Luc,” she whispered, but I didn’t want to talk. I twisted her hair in my hand so I could look into her eyes.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” The desire in her gaze told me what I needed to know, but I didn’t want her to regret it.
“You’re the one who wanted to wait this time, not me.” She pulled my hand from her hair and slapped her hands on my chest. “And this time, this is my show.”
“Oh?” Even so horny that I couldn’t think straight, she made me smile.
She pushed me until I was sitting on the wooden seat of the shower, and dropped to her knees.
“Now you’re going to be the one begging me.”
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Theodora
It was the first time I’d seen him naked in years and goddamn if his body wasn’t even better than it’d been when he was younger, something I hadn’t thought was possible.
He was bigger everywhere. He had a manlier maturity to his muscles and body. Everything was bulging and sculpted. I wanted to mold him with my hands for as long as he allowed me to.
Right then, there was one specific part of him I wanted to give my attention to.
The beautiful cock rising proudly against his taut abs.
Thick, mottled red from the blood flow, and capped with a mushroom head that was seeping clear pre-cum; he made my mouth water.
With the heat from the shower fogging up the panes of glass that surrounded us, I crept closer on my knees, grateful for the cushy built in shower mat.
The designer hadn’t missed any steps with the place.
Good lookin’ out, girl.
I watched him with greedy eyes as he spread his legs further and fisted his heavy length, lips parting in pleasure as he watched me watch him. Trailing my hands up the inside of his legs, feeling the brush of bristly hair under my fingers, I was ratcheting up my own desire by delaying the inevitable.
His hand pumped slowly up and down his thick cock, squeezing at the top just slightly, and I shuddered.
“It looks like you might be the one to beg,” he rasped, cocky even when I knew the tightness to his face meant he was waiting on me to make my move.
“You want to bet?”
“I want to see your mouth on my dick, that’s what I want.”
“That sounds like begging.”
“Yo no pido,” he grit out, and while I didn’t exactly know what it meant, I knew Luc. Most likely something along the lines of he wasn’t begging.
Now, I needed him to.
“Hands off, then.”
He put his hands down on the bench and stared at me almost in challenge. It was amazing to me that even with a dick that looked almost painfully hard and a flush on his neck, he could act so in control.
I cupped his balls with light hands, rolling them in my hold and smirking at his low grunt. Pulling a little, I made him scoot his body forward so his ass was closer to the edge and I could dip my head and press a gentle kiss to the full skin. I took turns with each one, kissing and sucking and laving at his balls like I was savoring the most delicious ice cream cone. From the corner of my eye, I saw his hands twitch toward me before he made himself grip the edge of the wooden seat. So proud.
His muscles were tense and rigid, and I stroked one hand over any parts of his body I could reach while the other worked the ball I wasn’t caressing with my tongue. I licked my way to the middle of his shaft, leisurely licking the thick vein that ran up the underside.
I had all the time in the world to strip this delicious man of his control, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. He was practically glaring at me, and I smiled as I nuzzled my lips against the tight skin.
“You’re not allowed to come until I let you.”
He hissed out a hard breath and cursed in Spanish. When he spoke, his voice was guttural and I could barely make out the words. “Out. Out of the shower. Bed.”
Getting up from my knees, I stepped out of the shower and I could hear him muttering as I dried myself with a towel while he washed himself quickly. I’d just fini
shed rubbing cream on when he stepped out and jerked a towel from the warming rack.
“Blue balls?” I teased, backing into the room as he advanced on me and dropped the towel carelessly to the floor.
“I am fine.” I shook my head, rolling my eyes. I’d issued a challenge and I knew Luc liked to win.
“Lay back on the bed,” I instructed, getting the coconut oil from my bag that I still hadn’t fully unpacked. He followed my command silently, desire making his face look even more predatory than usual. He lay against the pillows with his hands behind his head with the air of a king, a near perfect specimen stretched out for my enjoyment.
I made space between his thighs to sit cross-legged, and he relaxed his knees on the bed so his legs sort of surrounded me. I’d read about this, but I hadn’t done it before so I hoped it would drive him as wild as I imagined it would.
Okay, I might’ve watched a few edging videos too…it was hot, dammit.
He was already so big and engorged, I wondered if there was much more to do. It made me wet to even think about trying. I wanted to give Luc as much pleasure as I could. I’d been so inexperienced when we first met, and I always felt like he gave me so much more sexually than I gave him. This time around, I could even the scales a little. He’d started a fire in me five years ago that hadn’t let up, and it was finally time to fan those flames.
“You say you’re fine, but your cock says otherwise.” I lightly grazed my nails over his abdomen, up over his biceps, and down the sides of his body. My stomach was brushing his dick as I leaned over his body, but he wouldn’t be getting any more than that. I felt it flex against me when I raked my nails lightly over his sides, near his armpits, so I did it again.
And again.
He inhaled quickly, eyes drifting closed a bit before he forced them open.
“So proud,” I murmured in his ear as I circled my fingers lightly around his nipples. Around and around, my only goal was tantalizing him and every part of his body. I knew (I hoped) that in the end, he’d come so hard that it’d be like he’d never been with another woman since we last saw each other.
I guess in some way, my torture wasn’t completely selfless. I took a strange pleasure in pushing him to squirm like this, to eventually beg me for release. For him to be completely focused on what I could give him, and I alone. To visibly see that he needed me instead of only his words.
“So strong,” I licked lightly at the shell of his ear, catching his lobe in my teeth like he did to me. It drove me crazy, so maybe it would be the same for him. He made a sound in the back of his throat and I relished the small victory, laughing devilishly in his ear as I nipped and sucked my way down the strong column of his throat. Making my way to his cheeks, I enjoyed the prickle of his stubble on my lips as I kept my fingers caressing his upper body. I sat back and let my fingers trail down near his hips, as if I was going to finally take him in my hands, but I got immediately above his rigid member and then danced my fingers away.
The muscles in his arms stood out starkly and I knew he was clenching his hands into fists behind his head. But he still had the stubborn set to his jaw, and I narrowed my eyes.
I was prepared to wait him out however long it took, even as my own need burned beneath my skin.
It would be my name on his lips when he came, that same craziness that took me over when he had me under his hands and body – consuming him.
I laid my body on the bed, and placed gentle kisses on his calves, alternating between each leg. He moved his hands to the pillows beside him and I nearly purred.
Checkmate.
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Luciano
No la toques.
No la toques.
No la toques.
I repeated the mantra in my head reminding myself not to touch Thea like a prayer. I was holding onto control by the thinnest thread imaginable and the words in my head were the only things keeping me on a leash. My focus was lasered on her, on her every move, on the heavy pleasure in my body. I couldn’t think of any other distractions, dios mio.
I was the seducer. I was the one who made women forget their names and beg me for more until they could not stand it anymore. Never had anyone taken the time to seduce me in this way, and I hated and loved Thea for every torturous touch she laid on my skin.
Pure will was the only thing that kept me still and taking what felt like a reward and a punishment. The enjoyment in her gaze, the reverence that she touched me with was something I wanted to keep going as long as I could physically stand. Watching her gain such pleasure from touching me was almost as erotic as feeling her.
Almost.
But dios, her bites and kisses on my legs, so close to my throbbing dick were killing me. I wanted her to have her fun, wanted to give her this moment, but I didn’t know if I could do it. I said I didn’t beg, but for her, I would drop to my knees and beg in any language she asked of me.
I would do anything for Thea.
She’d made it to the creases where my thighs met my groin, and she placed slow kisses all the way up to my balls. Mierda, when she’d suckled them before, I’d wanted to sweep her out of the shower and slam her to the wall with my cock.
I felt hot breath whisper over my balls and I shuddered.
“Loco. Me estoy volviendo loco.” The words dropped from my lips without my permission.
“Feeling crazy, you say?” she whispered, sitting upright again and bracing my dick between just her fingertips. She didn’t touch the head, only dragged her fingers lightly up and down the bottom to the middle of my shaft. My hips bucked up on their own, my cock twitching towards her like it was a viper and she was a snake charmer. I was feeling light-headed, blood flushing my penis an almost angry purplish color. Shit, I’d never been this hard and I’ve never felt this needy. I felt like crying as much as I wanted to yell. It was a special kind of torture, one that I wouldn’t have allowed anyone else to dole out.
“Let me come, Thea,” I rasped, twisting my hands in the pillows on either side of me for some sort of leverage.
“Hm, still a command, I think,” the little bruja muttered, reaching for something beside her. I was too focused on my own control to look. When her right hand wrapped around my cock, slick and firm, I nearly passed out. With her left hand, she circled a thin ring around my cock and used her remaining fingers to caress my balls.
I felt like there wasn’t enough air in my lungs. She stroked me slow and sure, sometimes twisting her hand, sometimes going firmly up and down, sometimes rubbing a slick thumb just over the head of my cock as my hips pumped into her grip with a clumsy rhythm. I dropped my head to the bed, mumbling old Spanish prayers for mercy that I remembered from going to church as a kid. It was an odd time to think of those prayers, but nothing made sense in my mind at that moment. Intense pleasure was streaking through my body, and the only thing I wanted was to finish in Thea’s hands. Her mouth. I didn’t care, I just needed release. Needed relief.
“Por favor, Thea, por favor.” I could barely get the words out. I barely knew what I was saying. I was out of my mind with need. “Te quiero, te necessito, por favor, Teodora.”
My hands were clenched and my eyes watered. I was ready to cry, the need was so intense, and I sagged against the bed in defeat when she continued the slow torture.
Then I felt the warm heat of her mouth for the first time, and my hands flew to her hair, scared that she would stop. “No pares, no pares, por favor, no pares.”
She soothed her fingers on my hips, like she was reassuring me that the torture was over, but I couldn’t stop my desperate grip on her hair. To finally feel her, to feel this, dios. I couldn’t even discern her exact motions with her tongue and mouth, I just knew that she was doing it with enough consistency that I could hurdle over the edge of that cliff of pleasure I’d been sitting on. “Yes, fuck, just like that Thea, baby,” I groaned, feeling a high I’d never felt before. I felt the pleasure rushing towards me and my whole body trembled, the tingling at the base of
my spine radiating out and washing over me. I remember shouting and twisting my fingers in her hair, as I felt the first pulse of cum jet out. Thea kept her mouth firmly on me, and as I shot the rest of my load down her throat, I felt delirious.
This woman was amazing.
She pulled her mouth off me, licking her lips, and I swallowed hard. I was spent, but it was taking some time for my cock to go down. She reached for it and I moaned and almost curled into a ball. I couldn’t imagine more so soon.
“Don’t trust me with your friend anymore?” She giggled and I closed my eyes as I laid back against the pillows.
“You’re going to kill me,” I mumbled, using my grip in her hair to bring her head to mine. I licked my way into her mouth, feeling humbled. “But I’ll die happy.”
This woman is mine.
She kissed me back, sighing against my lips like I was as much a balm for her as she was for me. I hoped that was true. She threw a leg over my body, straddling my stomach with a small whimper.
“Did teasing me make you hot?” I gripped her hips and pressed her down onto me, feeling the slickness from her pussy on my stomach.
“Yes,” she whimpered. I didn’t feel up to fucking her, but my mouth was working just fine. Part of me wanted to save that still. For what, I didn’t know. But when it was the right time, we’d feel it.
I turned her ear to me and pulled at it slowly with my teeth, feeling her tense against me. “I want you sitting on my face while I dig deep into your pussy with my tongue and suck on that pretty clit of yours while you squeeze me with your thighs.” Her breath hitched and I released her to grab her hips and urge her where I wanted her. “And don’t worry baby, I won’t make you wait long. But I’m not letting you go until the taste of your cum is running through my veins.” I took a long lick, top to bottom of her slit and she moaned low.
I wanted to hear her moans until she didn’t have a voice anymore.
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