And they will undoubtedly be left in ruins.
Suddenly, he stands, keeping me cradled tightly against him. My stomach dips as I go weightless. Instinctively, my ankles cross over his lower back a moment before my spine slams into the unforgiving bench, his body crowding over me as he ravages my mouth.
The shock of it is enough to jolt me out of the trance I’d fallen into.
Fuck, I need to regain control before I lose myself to him completely.
I shove my hand between our bodies and slip it beneath the band of his sweatpants, instantly finding his hard cock and wrapping my fingers around it tightly. The heel of his palm slams against the bench above my head, a visceral groan unleashing from his throat as his own composure slips from his grasp.
“Fuuuck,” he hisses, his chin rising, exposing a thick neck with veins roping down and over his broad shoulders.
His size is even more intimidating now that I can feel it, filling my hand until just the tips of my fingers touch. His flesh is both hot and incredibly soft, but beneath is rock hard and unforgiving. Forcing away the trepidation of fitting it in… well,anypart of me, I focus on moving my palm up and down, twisting my wrist as I do.
Jesus, even his length is panic-inducing, yet when he rolls his hips into me with a groan, I mourn that it’s only my hand experiencing it.
With the other, I push at his sweatpants, prompting him to help me slide them down his legs. All the while, I never let go, instead focusing on his pleasure. Deep down, I know I’m terrified of what he’s going to do to me, and I’m only delaying the inevitable, but I’m happy to be a chickenshit. I may even get lucky and make him come before he gets the chance to fuck me.
It wouldn’t be my fault he came prematurely, and I’d get to walk away with my hips aligned, pelvis perfectly assembled, and vagina intact.
“Let me taste,” I whisper, my free hand pushing at his chest.
That seems to give him pause, and my heart drops as he resists. For only the second time since I sat on his lap, I cautiously meet his burning stare.
It arrests the oxygen in my lungs, and my stomach flips again, even more wildly than last time. I want nothing more than to look away, the intensity of it far too much for my fragile nervous system. Except I can’t this time. I’m paralyzed.
I work to swallow as he carefully dissects my expression. I move my hand again, hoping to distract him from whatever the fuck he’s looking for, but his fingers close around my wrist tightly. My heart sinks like a penny in a wishing well, where it’ll join my other unanswered prayers.
“You think I wouldn’t notice you thirsting over my cock?” he questions, his voice raw and deep.
Another rough swallow. “Would you prefer I run away from it?”
His lips twitch, and my discomfort beneath his scrutiny grows.
“Isn’t that exactly what you’re trying to do?”
My mouth parts, and I try to give him an ‘are you stupid?’ look, but it falters when he leans in, skating his lips against mine and eliciting vicious little currents with each brush.
“I think we both know you wouldn’t be so eager to get on your knees for me unless you had a motive,” he rasps. I try to shake my head, but it’s weak. “It hurts a lot less to swallow my cock than it does to have your pussy ripped in half, doesn’t it?”
Fuck.
I hate that he can read my intentions so easily.
My breath shudders while I rack my brain for a believable excuse, but I’m at an utter loss. After another beat of weighted silence, he chuckles and places a soft kiss against my lips while firmly removing my hand from his dick.
“Dread,” I croak pleadingly, but I fail at finding the rest of my words.
“Shh,” he whispers, the gentle sound having the opposite effect. It doesn’t calm me—it fucking terrifies me.
My pulse kicks up a beat, hammering against my throat as his lips drop to my chin with another soft kiss. Inch by inch, they trail down my throat, becoming wetter and sharper as he descends. By the time he reaches my left nipple, I’m trembling, and my pussy is weeping.
I’m desperate to go back to pleasuring him. The first orgasm was devastating, only confirming he’s going to ruin me, and I’m not prepared for that. Not even fucking close.
His hot mouth closes over my nipple again, and my back bows, those currents intensifying as he laps at the hard peak. I squeeze my eyes shut, a whimper leaking from my throat when his teeth join in on the torture. I feel every touch directly between my legs, but there’s nothing to assuage the ache. There’s just enough space between us to prevent me from getting any friction, and with my legs spread around his hips, I’m unable to rub them together.
“Dread,” I whine, rolling my hips and meeting nothing but air.
He ignores me, switching to the other breast for a few moments, drawing out my torment until I’m desperate for him to dosomethingto give me relief.
