His lips closed as he chewed the piece I fed him and swallowed, and unable to stop myself any longer, I pressed my lips to his, fisting the hair at the back of his head, pulling him in the direction I needed. Our teeth clashed, the taste of salt still evident on his lips, both of us fighting for dominance, but in this game I wanted, no, needed, to be the winner.
"No touching," I warned as his hands gripped my hips, and with a grunt, he let go, letting me take control once again.
My legs wrapped around his hips, my pussy rubbing against his hard cock, and as I swiveled my hips, I earned yet another one of those grunts.
"This seems painful," I said as I grabbed his cock, hating the fact that his sweatpants were in the way. "Should I help you with this?"
"Please," he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as I stroked slowly with no real pressure. "Ajla!"
"Shhh," I shushed him with my lips, working his cock up and down until he started moving his hips. "I'll take good care of you."
His lips tried pressing against mine again, but I had other plans. Better plans he would also like.
Moving off of him felt almost impossible, but I pulled myself together before straightening up and extending my arm toward him.
"Let's go, darling. The clock is ticking."
10
AJLA
Nicolas's holdon my hand was borderline painful as we silently moved through the house, but I didn’t mind. Both of us were desperate for what came next—eager, craving. Him maybe even more than I was, at least judging by the quickening pace of his steps.
The moment we entered his room, well, also my room for the time being, I pushed him away from the door and toward the chair in the corner. Moving the chair closer to the bed, I pointed at it. "Sit."
I didn't need to ask him twice. The moment he sat in the chair, he looked up at me, his eyes devouring me from the top of my head to my toes, as if he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I knew I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
I was like a moth, drawn to his flame, to the energy brimming under the surface of his skin, and I wanted a taste. The air cracked with the fire brewing between the two of us, and as I walked toward the walk-in closet I'd noticed before and took one of his belts from the shelf, I could see the anticipation written on every part of his face.
"Arms behind," I instructed, walking painfully slowly behind him. His fingers flexed as I tied the belt around his wrists, tightening it maybe even more than was necessary, but when another moan erupted from him, I got the reassurance I needed.
He wanted this as much as I did.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing quickening as I moved in front of him, right between his legs, and leaned down with my lips pressing against his. "We're going to play now," I murmured as I pulled back, loving seeing him like this.
At my mercy, letting me do whatever I wanted.
My nails raked over his bare chest as I dropped down on my knees, pulling down his sweatpants over his hips. He lifted his ass up, helping me take them off entirely, over his legs as I feasted on the bunching muscles on his thighs. His cock stood proudly between his legs, begging for attention.
Begging for me to taste him.
With his sweatpants out of the way, I had the full view of what I was desperate for, and as I brought my face closer to him, I could hear the hitch in his breathing. I looked up at him as I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling over the swollen head, pressing against the slit and then running over the vein on the underside of him.
"Ajla," he hissed as my fingers wrapped around his base, stroking slowly up and down, together with my tongue swirling around him. "Please."
I pulled back and continued lightly stroking him, grinning from ear to ear. "Please, what?" My tongue came out again just as the question left my lips, swirling around his head. "Use your words, pretty boy."
"Please make me come." His voice trembled when he spoke, the muscles on his abdomen spasming as I started dragging my nails over his balls, separating them from his cock.
"We can't have you come immediately," I smiled. "That wouldn't be fun, would it now?" I increased the pressure with my hand and then let go, standing up.
His dilated pupils swallowed me in their darkness, the insane need shining in them, intoxicating me with power I'd always craved but never got to have. "Where's your lube?" I asked insteadof giving him what he wanted, continuing our little game further.
Adam's apple at his throat jumped as he swallowed hard. "In the drawer," he answered, looking at the drawer on the left side of the bed. "The first drawer."
I walked toward the drawers and pulled them open, seeing the bottle of lube right on top, next to several packs of condoms. "Oh, we're gonna need these tonight," I said as I pulled them together with the bottle and threw them on the bed.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned. "Just... Hurry. Please."