After Hours (InterMix)(55)

With his hips, he showed me the rhythm he craved. He went deeper than I wanted, triggering shallow gags and making my sinuses sting. His smell seemed sharper, the deed darker, and when the reflex tears began brewing, it became tougher to breathe. But wasn’t that just so right?

“Oh.” His hips bucked faintly with the moan. “I’ve got so much for you. So much. I wanna see it slip down your pretty chin when I fill that mouth up.”

His words made me reel, made my legs shake like some cliché. Do it, I begged him in my mind. Exactly what you said, you filthy f*cker.

“But not yet,” he whispered, shooting down the prayer I’d beamed. “Not yet.” And he eased my mouth from his cock with that nasty hand in my hair. Even as the air quenched me, I wanted him back inside, like my sanity depended on it.

“Stroke me. I wanna see my cock in your hand.”

I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezing gently. Uncertain what else he might like, I kept my other hand on his thigh.

After half a minute, he took over. “Like this.” He fisted himself, demonstrating long, tight, downward strokes, rougher than I’d dared. The other hand went to his balls, cupping first, then giving slow pulls. The latter he kept up, releasing his erection.

“Try again.”

I gripped his cock, mimicking what he’d shown me. On a whim, I added a second fist, stroking him from the base to the head, hand over hand over hand. His own hand froze in tandem with a grunt, telling me he approved.

“Better,” he muttered, and let his balls go, gathering up my hair once more. “Now suck.”

The salty tang of his excitement was strong with the first pass of my lips, fading as I found my pace.

“Yeah. You’re good. But I’ll make you even better. Keep going. Earn the f*cking I’m gonna give you tonight.”

I swallowed him deeper, back to the edge of choking, though it wasn’t as bad this time. I found a smoother way to take him, an angle that was easier on my gag reflex.

“Look at me.”

I did my best, straining to meet his eyes. So, so gently, he ran his knuckles over my cheek.

“That’s good.”

And then the fist holding my hair pulled me back, his cock slipping free and leaving me all at once disappointed and hungry and empty. Angry.

“I think it’s almost time,” Kelly said. “Don’t you?”

Without thought, I replied, “Whatever you say.”

He smirked at that, eyes narrowing. Then he left me kneeling there, striding out of the room, past the kitchen and down the hall. When he reappeared, he was sliding a condom down his cock, and my heart was racing in an instant. He tossed the wrapper on the counter, eyes locking with mine as he closed in. Fear chilled my skin and arousal heated my cunt, and I awaited his next order.

“All fours.”

The carpet had already begun to chafe my knees, but I dropped obediently to my palms. Kelly circled me, then stopped. No sound or movement for a long, long moment. I could feel his gaze on me, explicit as stroking fingers.

After an eternity, he knelt behind me. My skirt was flipped up over my back and those big hands held my waist, sliding down and along the outsides of my thighs then up the insides. One hand cupped my hip. He flattened the other palm, drawing the edges of his thumb and forefinger along my folds, making me yelp.

“Shhh.”

I shut my mouth, harsh breaths wheezing from my nose. It felt so good. So f*cking good. Then the pleasure sharpened, deepened, darkened as Kelly’s hand was gone, replaced with the hot, latex-smooth length of his erection.

“You made me wait so long,” he whispered, cock sliding forward and back along my lips, pelvis bumping my ass to punctuate each pump of his hips. “Now I get to take my time. Make you wait until I say you can come.”

I moaned from the friction and his voice, then froze as he angled himself, pushing inside. We gasped together, mine a noise of surprise, his smug and hungry. He met resistance after a couple of inches, the reality of his size hitting home with a pang. A groan slipped from my throat, immediately shushed.

Two hands grasped my sides. His hips adjusted. He slid out slowly, nearly leaving me empty, then slipped back inside, a little deeper than before. More than any sexual experience I’d had, this felt like a physical violation. Flesh rending flesh. An act of near violence.

Jesus, it felt incredible.

“You feel that?” Another inch drove inside. “Feel that cock? Feel what you do to me?”