Arranged(38)

One of his muscular thighs was shoved high between my legs. I was rubbing wantonly against it.

“I thought you were staying at your own place.” The words came out of me in soft, unwanted pants.

“I tried,” he murmured into my ear.

“I thought you needed sleep,” I said.

“Forget what I need.” His mouth slid along my jaw and down my throat. “Give me what I want.” As he spoke he pressed his palm low on my belly, touching my clit oh so softly with his thumb. I pushed myself against it.

He fingered my sex with the softest whisper of a touch and purred his approval into my ear. “Good girl. Already wet for me. I could slip my cock inside you right now, but I won’t. Not just yet.” His words were low, soft puffs against my flesh. “First, I’m going to make you come. I need to taste you again. I’m going to eat you out before I fuck you. And not like the first time. This time I’m going to fuck you right. You’re going to be ready this time. More than ready. You’re going to beg me for it. I’m going to show you that you love having my cock buried balls deep inside you.”

“Oh, God,” I breathed, embarrassed and aroused.

I opened my mouth to say I don’t know what, but words were not what escaped me as he started to push one of his big fingers into me. It entered me slowly, carefully.

My eyes shut at the aching sensations pulsing through me. It was sobering, how vulnerable I felt as he invaded me with just that one thick, curious finger.

He took his time feeling me, testing my cunt.

“You’re squeezing me like a vise. This is just my finger, Noura.” His breath was ragged in my ear. “Imagine how tight you’re going to hug my cock.”

I didn’t whimper, but it was a close thing. I didn’t know if it was his dirty talk, his touch, or my name on his lips, but he was getting to me good. How could I let someone who held such disdain for me affect me so? I hated it and loved it all at once. Everything I felt only added to my arousal.

He tugged his finger out of me abruptly, moving to stand.

“Lie down on the edge of the bed. On your back.” He paced restlessly as he spoke.

I sprawled where he’d instructed. A small part of me wanted to shut my eyes in shame, mortified at what I was submitting to, embarrassed at how he affected me.

A larger part of me, the part of me that won out, couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He stopped in his tracks. He was staring at my body. He caught his lip between his teeth as his gaze traced over me, avidly and thoroughly.

He moved back to the bed. He hooked my leg over his arm, hitching it up, spreading my legs wide.

I was trembling, my nipples drawn tight, everything bared to him. Sensations overwhelmed me, everything inside of me warring with itself. Shame, chagrin, desire, hunger, shock, confusion.

Desire won. I squirmed. Not in discomfort. In anticipation for the return of his touch.

He reached between my legs with both hands, and parted me oh so softly with his fingers. “You’re lovely everywhere,” he told me quietly. “So tender and pink. Just for me. Say it. Say this is just for me.”

“This is just for you,” I said, voice thready with need.

Painstakingly and with utmost care, he slid two thick fingers into me.

I watched him, eyes dissecting his face with avid interest as he breached me. I loved how absolutely he was focused on me, his lower lip bitten as though in deep concentration.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, Noura,” he crooned as he pulled his fingers out and thrust them gently back in.

I clenched eagerly around him, my breath panting in and out.

He pulled out, dragging the pad of his fingers along every sensitive nerve inside of me, then pumped back in. “You’re even a snug fit for my fingers. I can’t stop remembering how good this hot little cunt felt when it was hugging my cock.” He drew out and shoved back in, this time going deeper, harder until I had to shift, trying to ease the pressure.

“I’m going to ride you bare,” he bent lower, nuzzling between my breasts as he spoke into my skin. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

His mouth surrounded the peak of my breast and oh so softly bit right as his fingers pulled out. He started pumping them in and out, quick, smooth and shallow.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was keyed up and turned on. I started jerking my hips, trying clumsily to match his movements. My arms were flung out, my fingertips digging restlessly into the sheets.

I whimpered out a protest when he tugged his fingers out.

“Shh,” he breathed into my skin, his mouth working soft as a whisper along my flesh. He moved lower, his lips running along my ribs, down my belly, not stopping until his gorgeous face was wedged between my legs.

He stretched me open with his big hands and touched the very tip of his tongue to my clit.

My hips jerked and I cried out.

He nuzzled against me, then started licking, lapping luxuriously from taint to clit.

“Please.” He wrung the word out of someplace deep inside of me.

He raised his head, looking up my sweat slick torso, through his thick black lashes at me. “Please what? What are you asking me for?”

I didn’t even know. Only he did, and he was well aware of that fact. I said it again.

He smiled, and lowered his mouth back down to my sex.