Chapter 15
Vanessa
We made it back to my apartment in record time. As soon as we crossed the threshold, Kyle’s hands framed my face sending a bolt of heat through my body. “Do you know how bad I wanted to spread you out in my lab today?”
Does he know how badly I wanted him to?
Our mouths met and neither of us could get enough. It was as though we were completely ravenous for each other. With each step forward he took, I took one back. One by one, we lost an article of clothing. Coats, including the lab coat I took, dropped to the floor, his tie followed. He kicked off a shoe and then another. My left pump hit the wall, the other landing between his feet as he shuffled forward.
My hands gripped the hem of Kyle’s dress shirt and pulled it out of his pants. Of all the days for him to wear buttons. I thought I’d try the sexy tug like they do in movies and in books. You know the one where the person rips the shirt open and buttons go flying? Well, that didn’t work so well because when I tugged I got nothing.
Kyle let out a chuckle before he unbuttoned the top few buttons and pulled it over his head. Jesus Christ. His body looked as though it was carved from stone. Each of his abs beckoned for me to touch them—and I did.
Unlike my weak attempt, he gripped my top and effortlessly yanked it apart. Tiny pearl buttons scattered across my floor. One even hit a picture frame I had on a table. “Hey! Not fair. You made that look so easy.” I huffed. “I’m never going to be able to find all of the buttons.”
He smirked and dragged his finger down my cleavage just as he did with the perfume. Replacing it with his nose, he inhaled and moaned. “It smells even better with time. I may need to revisit this one on Monday.” His thumb then grazed my nipple, causing my head to drop back.
“I’m going to fuck these tits one day.” Two large palms cupped my breasts. “Would you like that?” First his lips, then tongue, then his teeth teased and perused my neck. “Answer me, Nessa. Would you? Do you want me to fuck your tits?”
“Yes,” came out as a whisper right before his lips crashed onto mine.
Without breaking our connection, Kyle lifted me, forcing my legs to wrap around his lean waist. His hands gripped my ass while mine splayed across his back, relishing in each of his movements.
This man’s body was made for sex.
In a flop, he tossed me onto the bed. As if in slow motion, he began to unfasten his belt. My chest rose and fell with each breath, waiting and wanting more of him—all of him. The delectable V, that women lost their minds over, pointed to exactly what I wanted. On its own accord, my tongue ran along my bottom lip.
His pants dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them. Drilling me with his pale blue gaze, he bent and removed each sock, tossing them to join his pants. Wordlessly, he straightened, paused, and slipped his hand into his boxer briefs. Through the dark navy knit, I could see him working his dick, and all I thought was how much of a bastard move that was. He purposely denied me from seeing something that made every cell below my waist pulse with lust… and from his smirk, I knew he knew what I was thinking.
“Get naked,” he commanded from his position of power over me.
“Not until you lose the briefs,” I countered. Without hesitation, he slid them off his body and kicked them aside.
“Now what?”
“Resume what you were doing.”
“This?” he asked, his right hand taking hold of his erection and picking up where he left off. I nodded slowly and he then said, “Now, you do as I asked.”
As I moved off the bed, Kyle’s eyes flared. The first thing to go were my slacks. His eyes tracked my fingers slowly pushing the button through the hole, lowering the zipper, and letting go to allow them to fall to my ankles. Just as he had, I stepped out of them before kicking them away. Standing in only my bra and panties, I now held the power over him. That much was obvious in the way he swallowed me whole with his heated gaze, in the way his hand halted on his erection.
I waited, teased him a bit, not moving, not following his orders. He didn’t leave me long to wonder if he’d allow a moment to dawdle. “Bra,” came out of his mouth, rough and impatient.
A slight tilt of my chin feigned defiance until I reached behind and unclasped my bra. Once it slid down my arms, I again stood and taunted. “The longer you take, the longer I will take to make you come, Nessa,” he informed me with an authority that both pissed me the hell off… and turned me the fuck on.
“I can say the same to you, Cleary.”
The corners of his perfect lips lifted just a smidgen. “Yes, you can. But you see, I’m a scientist. Patience runs through my veins. You, on the other hand, will not survive for long. Do you know why?” I folded my arms as a response, causing him to chuckle. “Always so headstrong.” He stepped closer, pinned his gaze to mine, and with the slightest touch skimmed over the damp satin that covered my pussy. Breathing, labored. Eyesight, blurry. Legs, wobbly—just from that one contact.
The bastard pulled his hand away, stepped back, and grinned. “You think you’re funny?”
“Not at all. Just proving a point.” He resumed stroking himself. “For the record, seeing you standing there in just your panties is torturing me right now. I could practically taste you on my tongue without having to take a swipe. How it felt when I slid into you for the first time without a condom is engrained in my memory—warm, tight, perfection. But I know how good it will be once I do both those things, and I know the longer I wait the better it will feel.”
When I still refused to budge, out of principle and not because I wasn’t in pain from arousal, he chuckled again and said, “I’ll make you a deal.” My eye roll had him laughing harder. “Take off your panties now, and I’ll give you a three orgasm head start.”
All the saliva in my mouth evaporated. Not that I’d admit it to him, but just watching Kyle’s hand moving up and down his shaft was about to cause orgasm number one. Personally, I’d rather my first one come at his hand… or tongue… or cock.
“I know what you’re thinking, Nessa. Part of you wants to pull your panties off of your body to submit, but the other part doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of you obeying me. So let’s make it easy on your pretty little brain, I’ll take them off.”
In one stride, he reached me, curled his fingers in the waistband of my panties and yanked them down. His next move was to grip my waist and toss me onto the center of the bed. My panties comically kept my ankles bound together, and I left them there to further taunt him. Lying on my back, with knees together shielding his eyes from what he wanted, didn’t stop him from taking it.
The mattress dipped when Kyle climbed onto the bed, yanked off the scrap of lace around my ankles, and threw it over his head. He then braced his hands on my knees and pried them apart. His eyes smoldered while looking at me. I could feel my body clench from anticipation.
With one long drag of his fingers over my opening, I was dangerously close to coming. Kyle knew the effects of his actions and even more so when he put them into his mouth to lick them clean before fingering me. His hand on my belly prevented my hips from thrusting. Not being able to move created a vortex inside of me that I couldn’t prevent.
“I need more, Kyle,” I said, arching my body as a reaction when he quickened his pumps.
“Look at me, Nessa,” he commanded without stopping his movements. Our eyes met, he added another finger and then one more, sending my body into overdrive. I could feel myself tighten around him, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming even if I wanted to.
“Oh my God!” Like a coiled spring, I let go and pulsed around his fingers. It was then he dragged them out of me and slowly ran them between my ass cheeks. When the tip of his finger grazed over the one place no man had ever dared to go, my body involuntarily tensed. He didn’t go further, other than applying the slightest bit of pressure. But as quickly as my body wanted to reject that movement, deep down inside I wanted it. The thought of him being the first man to take me there turned me on.
“That’s one.” He grinned and positioned himself on his stomach between my legs. A warm puff of air hit me right before he said, “Here comes number two.”
Kyle
I was about to explode in more ways than one. Fuck, if I didn’t put my cock in her soon, I couldn’t be held responsible for the damage he caused. But, if I was one thing, I was a man of my word. I promised her three orgasms, and number two was on the tip of my tongue… literally.
One quick taste, and then I stopped. I waited for her head to lift and for her eyes to connect with mine. Only then did I run my tongue over her from bottom to top. I felt her thighs pressing against my ears, closing her off to what I wanted to do. I wanted her completely exposed, vulnerable for the taking. For just a few short seconds, I allowed her to adjust to the sensations caused by my mouth. But then with a firm hand on each thigh, I spread her legs until both knees hit the mattress.
My God, she was absolutely stunning. Her beauty, her obvious desire called to me like no woman ever had. Like a kitten with a ball of yarn, it made me want to play. A few little short flicks, a few long laps, a few seconds of staring, touch here, lick there.
Orgasm number two came way too quick for my liking. I barely got started when her warm pussy gripped my fingers as her clit trembled beneath my tongue.
“Kyle,” she said, sounding winded. “Please, stop. I need you to stop for a minute.”
“Shh.” Ignoring the way her eyes pleaded for me to give her time to catch her breath, I dove right back in. It might have been evil of me to do so when she was still so sensitive. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain. In the way her fingers found my hair and pulled, and the way she squirmed in an attempt to close her legs, I knew she was tiptoeing over that line.
I also knew she wanted more. The parts of her body that begged for it, like her breasts heaving with each breath she took. Her folds quivering every time my tongue ran over them. Even the way her mewls strung together like a song, all contradicted her words. It was when she came for a third time, and of the three this one was most violent in her reaction, I knew she was completely and utterly spent.
“You’re mean,” she accused, throwing her leg around my head to curl up into a fetal position. I laughed at her angry pout and crawled up the bed to spoon her from behind.
“I’ll take that insult,” I murmured with my lips on the back of her head. “Ready for a fourth?”
“Go away!”
After a kiss to her bare shoulder, I laughed again and climbed out of bed. “Take a rest, Nessa.”
I vaguely heard her call me either a jerk or a prick as I waked out of her bedroom. The clothes we stripped out of when we clamored through her door earlier were like a minefield to navigate in the dark.
The heel of my foot found the spike of her heel, forcing a fuck out of my mouth before I found the lights. “Christ,” I said, lifting my leg to assess the damage.
“You okay?” she called from the other room.
“No. Your shoes are goddamn weapons.” Hunger and thirst overrode the shooting pain from foot to thigh. I searched for wine, beer, something, but came up empty. Except for condiments and frozen meals, not much could be found in either her fridge or freezer.
“Don’t you shop?” I yelled, staring at the empty shelves and willing something to appear that I could eat.
“There are chips and pretzels in the cabinet. Oh, and peanut butter.”
Bingo.
I found the peanut butter and a large spoon then returned to her room. She had since moved from the fetal position and was now on her belly spread eagle with her face buried in one pillow.
“Did you find them?” she asked, and the words sounded like someone was gagging her. I didn’t respond, but instead opened the peanut butter and spread a generous dollop on her ass cheek. “What are you doing?”
“Snacking.” I dragged my tongue over her skin, licking up the sticky spread with a moan. “God, I love peanut butter. Normally, I’d have it with maple syrup, but asking for you to have maple syrup in that barren kitchen would be asking too much.”
“Eww, that sounds disgusting.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it. You happen to make peanut butter taste even better, Nessa.” I repeated the motion and she giggled.
“Do I have to move?”
“Nope. Not until I’m ready to lick some off your tits.”
Without warning, she twisted away and sat up. “Who put you in charge?” She snatched the jar from my hand and dipped her finger into it. My cock literally sprung straight up when she put her finger into her mouth and slowly dragged it out. Her eyes cut down to the obvious excitement rising to the occasion between my legs.
A devious grin spread across her lips. “Oh, look. Who knew peanut butter acted as a fluffer? Now I won’t have to work as hard,” she said before coating two fingers and smearing it up the underside of my cock.
Just like that, with a jar of peanut butter, Vanessa’s wicked mouth, and my cock having reached his limit, she took control of the situation and proceeded to torture me as revenge.