Tempting - Lucian Alex - Страница 28
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When Adele pivoted and started running toward my family room, I bounded after, catching her after only a few feet. I wrapped an arm around her waist, easily lifting her and swinging her around. She screamed, kicking her feet backward and making contact with my shins.
We didn’t kiss. That wasn’t the right word for the way our mouths met. Our teeth clashed and our tongues stabbed, her hands formed claws that she raked down my chest. I tore her bra off and shoved her backward over the arm of my couch. The awkward angle made her ribs stick out from her flat stomach, her breasts aimed like up a gift. Only I wasn’t feeling worshipful. And this wasn’t about her pleasure. It probably wasn’t about mine either, so I didn’t touch them and tug them and taste them like I wanted to.
Instead I gripped her hips and easily flipped her over onto her stomach, so that her ass lined up perfectly where I needed it. She kicked backward and I cracked a hand over her ass, stilling her immediately.
“You keep fighting me and I won’t let you get off.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
I bent forward so that my chest was pressed completely against her back, every breath she took making me lift up. Wrapping my fist in her hair, I yanked it back so that her ear was right next to my mouth. “Don’t worry, Adele. You will.”
The groan that came from her mouth made me want to reward her. It was so raw and obscene that I could have come right there. Instead I straightened, yanking the jeans over her ass and down to her knees in one rough movement. They hadn’t been unbuttoned, so maybe it hurt. I didn’t really care. Her ass was bare underneath her pants, and I ran my hands up and over the firm flesh, spreading them open and running my thumbs down the crack, stopping just shy of dipping them inside of her.
Her hips tilted up, following the motion of my hands, and if I hadn’t been able to smell how turned on she was, I damn well could see it. Adele was fucking soaked, clearly loving this as much as I was. I stepped back, pushing my shorts down before I stepped out of them.
“Are you just going to stand there or will you eventually do something with that dick of yours?” Adele asked, looking over her shoulder at me, ass still sticking up in the air like it had been her idea. I walked forward, letting my cock rest in between her ass cheeks. When I moved forward, coming over her, her eyelids fell shut from the contact. Instead of gripping her hair again, I wrapped a hand around her throat and turned her head toward me.
Her eyes popped open when I lightly squeezed. “I’m going to make you scream, little girl. And by the time I finally let you come, you’ll want to kill me because of how long it will take. But you won’t, because you know I’m the only one who will ever make you feel so fucking good.”
Then I rammed my cock into her with one sure thrust. I cursed and she moaned like a damn pornstar, it sounded so lewd. Oh God, why did this feel so fucking good? She was a burning fist around my cock, so tight and so wet, that I took my time pulling out, stopping when just the tip of my cock stayed inside. Then I pushed back in, tilting my hips up right at the end.
Adele’s arms stretched out over her head, and the motion made her back curve in toward the couch. The shift in motion pushed her hips up slightly higher.
“Fuck yes, that it’s, baby. That’s it right there.”
“Harder, Nathan. Please, please, please, harder.”
I slowed my movements, even though I always wanted to slap myself because of how difficult it was to do so. That’s when it hit me.
No condom. No wonder it felt so damn good. I didn’t halt my movement though, knowing how this would end. I smiled, knowing she couldn’t see my face, because Adele really might want to murder me once this was done. I picked up my speed, the sounds of slapping skin and harsh breaths the only thing in the room. One of her hands pulled down, sliding under her, and I knew she was going to rub her clit, so I snatched it before she could.
“Uh-uh, it’s not happening like that.”
“I hate you.” She tried to pull her arm from my grip, but I wrenched it behind her back, thrusting back in so hard that she cried out.
Then I pulled out, whipping her up and around to face me. Her face was flushed, pupils dilated. She looked perfect.
“You have two choices, Adele. I can come in your mouth, or on your tits. What’s it going to be?”
Surprisingly, her mouth curved up at the edges. “Tits, please. I want to see what your come feels like on my skin.”
“Good girl.” I lightly pinched her stubborn little chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting it up. I touched my lips to hers, the only softness I’d allowed since she’d knocked on the door. “Now get on your knees, and don’t even think about touching yourself.”
She complied instantly, dropping to the floor and rubbing her hands up my thighs to cup my balls. I fisted my cock, making hard, rough movements. Her eyes never left mine, and the trust that I saw pulsing there made me tug harder, breathe deeper, as I felt my orgasm racing through my body.
I grunted my relief when the first stream lashed her skin. The second pulse was slower, hitting her lower. I cupped her face, watching while she dragged a hand across her breast, smearing my come. She licked a finger, humming, then spread the rest around her nipple piercing.
Maybe I’d lost this battle by fucking her again. But I couldn’t feel an ounce of regret about it. Not at that moment. I felt invincible. I dragged her up to her feet, crashing my mouth to hers. She wound her arms around my neck, her still-wet breasts pressed up against me.
Adele pulled back first, licking her lips and grinning. “My turn?”
I watched her face, running a hand down her back, only stopping to slap her ass again. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
“Yes, Professor Easton. I think I was a good girl tonight, don’t you?”
It was sobering, her attempt to play cute. And she instantly saw the change in my face.
“Hey,” she said, giving a light shove at my shoulder, “it was just a joke. If you don’t get me off, I can just do it myself.”
I pushed her backward, and she fell back onto the couch with a laugh. I wasn’t smiling though, I crouched in front of her, pulling her legs up over my shoulders. Adele quieted, shifting to get more comfortable. I couldn’t play the game anymore. I didn’t have the strength to draw this out, to tease her like I’d fully planned on doing. It wasn’t until I was about to close my lips over her clit, wanting to suck it into my mouth that I stopped. All of this felt too real and too intense, the way the entire day had been so much more than I’d expected from this thing with her.
So I just placed a quick kiss on the inside of her thigh, then curled two fingers inside of her, pulling a moan from her mouth. I added the thumb of my other hand, making slow, tight circles over her clit. I pulled my fingers in and out, pressed down harder and harder onto the hard nub of flesh, watching as her chest heaved. She was so close, I could tell by the tiny pulses around my finger. So I hooked my fingers hard at the same time I flicked her clit, then turned my head to bite down on the toned flesh of her inner thigh.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh yes yes yes, oh Nathan,” she said on one long sigh, her whole body relaxing. Those perfect lips spread in a soft, contented smile and it made my heart squeeze. I carefully lifted her legs from off my shoulders and stood, swiping my shorts off the floor and pulling them on.
I turned to the side, wiping a hand down my face, then dropped it quickly, given it still smelled like Adele. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I was completely cleaved down the middle. The part of me that wanted to go sink on the couch with her, feel her warm skin next to me, soak in the moments like this where she was soft and pliant, that was the part that was quietly pounding at my brain.
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