And I do. I take every inch of his cock, every jerk of his hips, every swipe of his fingertips over and around my pulsating clit. The pulsing grows.
“I think… I’m going to… Oh, god, Duke,” I cry as my head tips back and my body explodes in a dazzling rush of light and heat. “Duke!”
“That’s my girl,” he says while his fingers keep moving. “That’s my beautiful girl coming for me.”
The wave that hits, keeps going. On and on it goes until I forget how to breathe. I have no control over my body, not least my inner walls that clamp tightly around Duke’s glorious cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses in my ear as he stops rubbing my clit and just holds me fast against him as I continue to spasm.
He cups my face with his free hand and brings my mouth to his. He steals my cries of euphoria with his lips and his tongue, and soon I’m swallowing his. Duke ploughs into me at a frenzied pace. We buck and grind against eachother until his cock pulses inside me. His final thrusts are brutal as he comes hard. Just like I did.
As we catch our breath, Duke peppers hungry kisses across my shoulder and along the nape of my neck. “You did so well, Angel. I knew you could do it.”
I didn’t. I thought I was broken, but if I was, Duke has fixed me. With the biggest grin on my face, I look directly at him. No mirror. No reflection. Just him and me. “Thank you.”
He swipes away a tear pooling in the corner of my eye. “You make it sound like tonight’s over,” he says with a hint of warning just before he lifts me off him and drops me onto the bed. As I collapse onto my back, he climbs on top of me. “I’d say you can give me a couple more of those.”
“But I’ve never–”
Duke presses a finger to my lips to silence me. “You’ve never had multiple orgasms in one night. I know,” he says, arching an eyebrow. “Which is why I’m adding it to your fucking list.” He frowns for a moment. “Ever had sex in the shower?”
“Does giving Cameron a blow job count?”
His features darken. “Nothing that bastard did counts,” he adds. The cloud lifts when he adds, “We’ll leave giving you an orgasm in the shower until later, I have another idea.”
Duke climbs off me and after discarding the used condom, he grabs another.
“Don’t you need time to… recover,” I say but I’m already distracted by the increasingly hardened cock in Duke’s fist.
“Around you, clearly not,” he says as he rolls on a fresh latex.
I watch him grab a pillow before slipping it beneath my thighs. He makes me lift my ass and pushes the pillowunderneath me so my hips are jutting upwards. Now that I’m opened up completely to him, he runs the flat of his tongue from my entrance to my hypersensitive clit.
“Do you need time to recover?” he asks as he straightens up to rub the head of his cock up and down my pussy.
My back arches as he tugs pleasure from me so effortlessly. “Apparently, not,” I confirm.
“Good,” he says, seating himself to give me the first inch before leaning over me. He laces his fingers through mine and pins my arms over my head. “Because this time, we’re going hands-free.”
Chapter 5
Grace
I’ve lost all sense of time, but my body tells me we’ve been fucking for hours. I’m a boneless mess as Duke lifts his head from between my legs and crawls back up the bed. When he kisses me, I can taste my most recent orgasm on his lips. My fourth so far, although this one was a series of mini explosions that almost had me begging Duke and his tongue for mercy as I came with a rush.
When I cup his face, his skin is damp and cold. “Duke, your face is soaking wet. I’ll get a cloth and clean you up,” I add with a note of apology. We haven’t made it to the shower yet, and we’re both too exhausted for now.
“Fuck no,” Duke says with a self-satisfied and sleepy smile. “You squirted over me like a goddamn goddess and I might not wash my face for a week.”
I bring my legs together and as I turn on my side, I’m mortifyingly aware of the damp patch beneath me. “Oh, my god. Isn’t that… gross?”
Duke rolls his eyes, then pulls back the comforter. “Get into bed, Grace.”
With a little readjustment, we both slip beneath the covers and I settle into the crook of his arm. His biceps don’t make the softest of cushions, but I’ve never felt so comfortable in a man’s embrace. Not bad for someone who wanted to push herself out of her comfort zone.
Duke is clearly comfortable too because within minutes he’s snoring softly. I had hoped we’d talk, just a little. I want to know more about him, but I have to accept it’s for the best. Talking suggests an intimacy that goes beyond what we agreed. It’s a one-night stand. Nothing more.
Despite my exhaustion, I’m restless. I rise up carefully on an elbow so I can drink in every detail of the man who’s going to be the subject of my every fantasy, possibly for the rest of my life. I stroke my fingertips over his broad shoulders. There are small scars I hadn’t noticed before, but nothing as prominent as the ones I feel as I trail my finger upwards to the side of his head.
