Chapter 21
Sweet . . . torture.
Zade gasped and shuddered, his body bucking convulsively beneath her warm, silken weight. Those slow, teasing strokes drove him mad.
She started with just her hair. She poised herself over him, rocking on her hands and knees, soft tits dangling just out of reach, and swept the satiny mass of her hair over his chest, ribs, belly. Swirling it over his stiff cock, which jerked and bobbed at the feathery caress. Balls, thighs, all petted by the long velvety brushstrokes of her hair.
Finally she wiggled up and sat on him. The slick heat of her vulva was pressed right over the shaft of his cock. She undulated there, head thrown back, rocking so that she brushed the length of his rod with the wet kiss of her pussy lips. Her hair tumbled over his throat, his mouth as she stroked … until he could scream.
“Sit on my face,” he pleaded. “Let me lick you again.”
“No. When I want that, I’ll ask for it. Shhh.”
He clenched his jaw. He shook with the urge to seize her and get the fuck on with it.
Not yet. He had to earn that, slowly, carefully. Patiently.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to hyperventilate. His ASP freaked, flickering and scrolling, throwing up random calculations about her electrostatic field and temperature, but who gave a fuck about the data while she was painting him with pussy juice. Her pulsing, seductive strokes left a glowing streak of heat down the length of his dick with every swaying undulation.
He was going to explode. No. No. He had to stay in control of the raw lust she unleashed in him. But it was just … so … hard.
Breathe. Just … breathe. Heart … slower. Everything … slower.
Bit by bit, he synched with her, his body aching with hunger. Giving in to the erotic pleasure of holding back and allowing her to take control. He shuddered with each new wave of arousal. Always on the brink of coming explosively.
Her gaze no longer had that calculating gleam. Their eyes were locked as if by an unbreakable physical force. She was inside his head. She had him by the balls, by the heart.
And she reveled in her power.
She shimmied up his body and dangled her perfect tits in front of his mouth.
“Suck on me,” she whispered.
He was eager to obey, pulling her taut nipple hungrily into his mouth.
Pleasure jolted her body and ricocheted through his own. He wallowed in it. His data scroll was a white, frantic jittering stripe on his inner vision. His ASP processor was flooded with sensory info. The heat of her skin, the intoxicating smell of her arousal mixed with the trace of girl soap and perfume that still clung to her even after being dunked in a bathtub of ice water.
She was so soft, so hot. Those long legs, those erect nipples, puckered and tight against his tongue. Smooth, flawless skin, flushed pink, reacting to the stimulating rasp of his beard stubble. She melted, whimpering in response to his every lick, pull, and nip. He could literally see it, projected onto some screen inside his consciousness, her energy brightening toward the wild climax that was building.
But she pulled away just before it exploded, her breast now out of his reach. Damn. He missed it. Wanted it.
“What the fuck?” he asked. “You were almost there. Why stop?”
“No,” she said.
“Please. It was so sweet. I almost made you come just by sucking your tits. Give it to me again. So fucking hot.”
“No.” She braced her hands against his chest, nails digging. Kitten claws.
He stared at her, panting. That frantic ASP scroll was driving him over the edge.
“Let me use my hands and touch your clit,” he pleaded. “Let me make you come again.”
“No,” she said again, but her voice shook.
Damn. He breathed until he could see the actual data in the frenetic flickering blur and interpret it with his conscious mind.
A flash of insight pierced the fog of arousal. “You’re scared,” he said.
She bristled. “Hell no. Not anymore.”
Zade sighed. “So what’s the game? You’re a bitch goddess who doesn’t care? You can’t be hurt?”
“No,” she said coolly. “I have nothing left to lose. Totally different thing.”
“Maybe so. Just tell me what you want me to do now.”
Her eyes burned. She poked him in the chest, hard. “Man up. That’s what.”
“You’re on.” He wanted nothing more than to throw her down and go at her like a maniac. But he waited. Listened.
“Watch this,” she whispered. She rose up onto her knees, eyes locked on his again, and slid her fingertips down, parting her pussy, opening it to show him every detail of her inner lips, flushed and glowing with intense arousal. Stimulating her clit with playful feminine gentleness. Doing what she did when she was alone.
Not touching him at all. Which was driving him fucking insane.
“Keep going,” he growled.
Her other hand slid inside herself. She closed her eyes, flung her head back and touched herself, slowly, wantonly. Driving him nuts on purpose.
He was riveted. She slid her hand out of herself, fingers gleaming.
“Give me a taste,” he begged.
She considered it, and conceded, holding her fingers up to his mouth.
“Suck on them,” she whispered. “That’s all you get. For now.”
Yes, yes, yes. Whatever. Anything. He drew her fingers into his mouth.
She bit her lip, trembling while he sucked and kept on suckling, just because having her fingers in his mouth made him crazy-hot. But she pulled her hand away.
“More,” he begged finally. “Again. Please.”
She dragged her fingernails over his chest, swirling them around his scars and tattoos. “You’re getting greedy,” she said. “That was more than a taste. My turn.”
She wiggled back until she was poised on his thighs, then gripped his stiff cock, pointing it to the ceiling. A long, twisting pull had him arching right up off the bed with a gasp.
“Hands!” she said sharply.
“Oh God,” he muttered, sagging back down. “You’re killing me.” He reached back, gripped that cold iron bar again, white-knuckled.
And then she did it again, stroking his cock, teasing it mercilessly with her wet pink tongue, squeezing it between her warm, soft lips. She opened her mouth and raised her head, admiring the pulsing veins, the shining fluid gleaming on the tip, then licked his cockhead with a murmur of approval. “Mmm. Salty.”
“Please,” he ground out, as she flicked her tongue around … and around … then sucked him inside, slow and hot and impossibly deep.
Her skill almost brought him off but he fought her pulsing, hypnotic rhythm. He didn’t want it to end yet. He had too much to prove.
He clenched every muscle in his body with heroic effort and breathed it down, but the erotic sensations still rocked him.
She lifted her head. “Um … did you come?”
“Almost,” he told her, his voice thick and dry from panting.
“Give it up,” she urged. “I want to watch. I want to taste you.”
He still had some goddamn male pride left. “You can’t dictate that.”
“I can’t?” Her eyes widened. She cupped his balls, stroking the skin just behind, pressing right there … and … oh fuck …
He just barely breathed it down this time. It was a losing battle, and she knew it. He could see it in her smile when he finally dared to open his eyes.
“You don’t get to hold back,” she chided him softly.
“I want to be inside you when I come.” He said the words and meant them, but his body had other ideas. Hot pre-come trickled down his aching cock.
She took control again, using it to lube a tight, milking twist-and-pull while cupping his overstimulated balls. His hips bucked and he gasped for breath. “Oh Jesus. Simone. Please.”
“That’s more like it,” she whispered. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“Yeah? Go for it. Mount up. Fuck me hard. Show me who’s boss.”
Oh, God, her smile. It was radiant, now that the stim fever had melted away the tension in her face. And totally sexy. That tender pink tongue, caught between her teeth. Beautiful.
She swung her leg over him again, taking the bait, and braced a hand against his chest as her other hand slowly guided his cockhead into the slick folds of her pussy, nudging him inside with subtle pulses of her hips.
So slow. An erotic eternity. She sank down, enveloping him in the clasp of her body. Hugged, squeezed. Anointing him with her slick hot magic balm.
Taking him right up to the fucking brink.
His ASP sputtered and flashed like fireworks. He barely noticed. So good. She was taking him in so deep. Fucking amazing.
Her eyes looked dazzled once he was all the way in. She was almost immobilized, staring down as he surged beneath her, forcing himself deeper inside. Sensors and circuits were blown to hell.
She spread her fingers open over his chest as he thrust upward, her nails digging into him. The stimulation felt so good. “I gotta let go of this damn bedframe,” he urged, lifting his hands. “Let me hold your hips so I can control—”
“No. You don’t get to control anything. Keep your hands where they are.”
He breathed his own frustrated lust down with a ragged gasp. He owed her this. How she needed it was how it had to be.
He reached back and grabbed the iron bedframe again without a word.
Simone seized the top bar, curling her fingers over the wrought iron curlicues. She leaned forward so that her tits were just out of reach of his mouth. Her eyes held a perilous gleam of mystery.
She started to move. The light and shadows danced and shifted over her body. Each stroke intensely intimate. Every nerve charged with sensation, emotion.
He squeezed that iron bar hard enough to bend it. Concentrated harder. It worked. Kind of.
She stopped moving when she felt the heavy pulsing in the base of his cock.
“I thought you wanted to come inside me,” she said.
“I do. And I will,” he assured her. “Just not yet.” He groaned as she pulsed over him, milking him inside the tight, plush grip of her pussy. “Don’t do that.”
She kept right on. “Why not?”
“Because I want to make this last forever,” he said.
Last forever. The words reverberated between them.
Simone bit her lip. “Goddamn you, Zade,” she gasped, as a wrenching orgasm tore through her. Long and sweet and devastating.
He caught her in his arms and held her as pleasure racked her body. Her rhythmic pulses clenched his cock, squeezing him like a fist. So good.
Her eyes were wet when they fluttered open.
He had her. She had him. Souls bared, walls down. And he seized his advantage like the highly trained predatory combatant that he was.
He rolled her over, pinning her beneath him, and started in on her, deep and hard and desperate.
She writhed against him, whimpering, but he didn’t ease off. He could feel her pleasure building again already. He sensed it in her hitching breaths, her body arching against his, her hips lifting, moving faster … and faster …
Right into another long, shuddering release.
He slowed down to savor it, but not for long. He was back in the saddle now, and had something to prove, and right now she was too exhausted and dazed by pleasure to be pissed at him.
He’d enjoy it while it lasted. To the fullest.
“Again,” he growled.
She licked her lips, tried to speak. Her throat was too dry. The aftershocks of her orgasm fluttered tenderly against his cock. He loved that.
He kissed her as he fucked. Slow, deep, sensuous. Tongue and cock thrusting in tandem. Her tight little hole was slick and quivering around him. He pumped himself into her, swiveling his cock around, rocking and pulsing to open her still wider. She trembled with jolts of pure sensation.
He pushed her legs up and braced her feet against his chest. The heat, the wet, the awesome view. He watched the hot, luscious stroke and glide of his naked cock into the glowing pink flower of her pussy. Clasping him. Kissing him.
So excellent. Pushing over the edge. Reveling in her pulsating bliss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck when he took her for yet another juicy, lazy, rocking ride. Tongue kissing. Slow-fucking.
This time, when she came, he let go for real and pounded against her hips in a fury of lust. Violent pleasure coursed through him in deep, throbbing pulses.
He wanted to stay there forever. Fused with her.
He rolled to the side when he finally opened his eyes, his leg still hooked possessively around hers, reluctant to pull his cock out. It belonged right where it was. When he finally did, he slid his fingers inside her folds, stroking.
“I love to see my come dripping out of you,” he said.
The words were crude, but his tone was reverent and utterly sincere.
She lay there staring at him, her hair a wild tangle over the pillow. She licked her lips, tried to speak.
He held up his hand. “I know. I was bad. I broke the rules. Guilty as charged. Rest now and scold me later. There’ll be plenty of time for that.”
He reached down and snagged the comforter, tossing it over them both. It landed, as soft as a cloud. He tucked it around her and dragged her close, her head on his chest, wrapped in the hot shelter of his body.
She splayed her hand over his chest, limp and spent. Her temperature was lower now, a modest 98.9. He did a swift technokinetic synch and data-swept all the vid-cam security feeds that he’d neglected completely during the crazed fuck-fest.
He’d completely forgotten to do that. Scary. It was a good thing no one had attacked them. They would have been toast.
Simone stirred and rolled up onto her elbow.
“Sleep now,” he urged her. “Please. You need the rest. Just try.”
She frowned at him. “Zade. Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t give a fuck? Don’t take care of you? What?”
“None of the above. I just don’t feel like sleeping.”
He heaved a sigh. “Is this going to turn into an argument?”
“Yes and no.” Her lips curved, and her hands slid down his chest. “It depends.”
“On what?”
Her hands slid lower and gripped his cock, already stiff and ready for action.
“On how well you please me for the rest of the night,” she whispered.