Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(41)
The words do exactly what I intend; she blinks rapidly, her chest heaving, and lets her legs fall open even wider. I reward her by pressing the tip of the vibrator right against her hole, using her slick for lube. She stutters out my name, but before she can beg, I give her a taste of what she’s after, using the tips of the vibe to massage on either side of her clit.
My cock is straining for attention, pressed up against her thigh, but I ignore it in favor of continuing to tease her. I scratch my blunt fingernails down her soft skin as I rub her clit with the vibe. She rewards me with sweet, quiet moans, as if aggressively trying not to make noise, which I’m sure is true, because if there’s anything I’ve learned about Penny, it’s that she’s stubborn. I hold the vibrator against her clit as I stroke down her folds, and little by little, the way she’s rocking up against me gets desperate; enough pressure and she’ll gush. Instead, I ease off, kissing her on the mouth; she bites down on my lip, hard. When I gasp, the sharp half-second of pain pulsing straight through my hard-as-granite dick, she smirks.
“You’re a menace,” I tell her. “Do you want to come at all?”
“You’ll let me eventually.”
“Oh?”
“You like watching me come too much not to.” She tugs at the belt, but her wrists stay bound. I give my cock a long stroke, considering just getting myself off and leaving her there to sulk, but she’s right, I want to see her eventual orgasm too badly for that. I settle between her thighs again, using the vibe on her clit as I lick at her hole, taking in each of her moans with greed. She’s so slick it drips down my chin; she arches her back, trying to get more contact. I bury my face between her thighs even more deeply, tracing patterns into her skin, nipping at the soft parts of her thighs. She cries out, louder this time, which is music to my ears; she might not be a screamer, but I can get her to lose her inhibitions.
When she’s shaking hard enough that I know she’s on the edge of coming, I ease off again, leaving her right at the peak without the extra push she desperately wants. She continues to tremble as I suck hickeys into the skin of her inner thighs. I give my cock another jerk, thumbing at the head. My balls are tight and aching, but I ignore the urge to keep going until I come into my fist.
Her betrayed expression tugs at my heart. “Cooper,” she whines. “Please…”
Her voice breaks. I take pity on her and switch the vibrator to a higher setting as I work her clit again. “Get louder for me, baby,” I say. “I want to hear you.”
She obliges me with a moan loud enough I need to swallow it with a kiss, grinning against her mouth as I do. As I pull back, she smiles too, soft and just for me, and I swear, I almost come from that. From a fucking smile. It’s like she just gave me a present, and it’s one I never have to share with anyone.
“I’ve got you,” I say as I put pressure directly on her clit. I angle it just right while I wet the fingers of my other hand with her warm, slippery slick. I’ll bet her ass is still aching, marked red from my palm. I press my fingers against her asshole with enough pressure to make her cry out. Next time, I’m going to spank her harder, and then I’ll keep her on her hands and knees to fuck her sweet little bottom. The thought alone is enough to make me wobble on the edge of climaxing, but then she seizes and comes with an honest-to-God sob, wetness flooding over my hand, and if I wasn’t about to blow my load then, I do now, right on her belly.
She’s crying. For half a second, caught between the wave of pleasure reverberating between us both, my heart thuds with fear. I undo the belt, rubbing her wrists. “Pen. Good tears or bad tears?”
“Good,” she says. She laughs wetly as I wipe the tears from her face. “God, Cooper, I’ve never squirted without penetration before.”
I crush her lips to mine, tangling my wet hand in her hair as I rub my come into her skin. The vibrator gets swept onto the floor somehow, landing on the hardwood with a loud buzz that reminds me of the indignant squawk of a bird. We burst out laughing, kissing in between bouts; I wheeze so hard my chest aches. Penny is a trembling mess against me. We hold on to each other for a long moment, catching our breath. I’d be willing to bet that’s the most intense she’s ever been in bed with someone else, so I’m going to need to lay on the aftercare especially thick.
“How do you feel?” I ask as I stroke her hair.
She tugs my arm around her. “Good.”
I take the hint and hug her even tighter. As I press a kiss to her head, I breathe in her lavender scent. “My good girl.”
We’re still for a moment, but then she digs her nails into my taut back and kisses my Andúril tattoo—and bites down. I pull her hair in retaliation, and as I expect, it makes her grin.
“What is this?” she asks.
“The Flame of the West, baby.”
She squints at me. “It’s not just a random sword?”
“Absolutely not. It’s the sword re-forged from the shards of Narsil in Rivendell. Aragorn renames it Andúril. Flame of the West.”
“Aragorn?”
My mouth drops open. “Come on. If you haven’t read it, you’ve at least watched the Lord of the Rings movies.”
She just shakes her head. “No, never.”
I reach over and switch off the vibrator. It’s covered in dust, which is a gross reminder that I need to clean my room, so I set it on my nightstand before she can notice and grab my computer from my bag. “Okay, let’s start right now.”