He plays the tip of his tongue over and around my clit and my back arches. Applying the perfect amount of pressure, he lathes me and I grind against his mouth. His chair rocks back and forth in a steady rhythm, and as he works me, pressure coils tighter and tighter in my lower belly. I press my trembling thighs to the sides of his head. I needmore. And I get more when his mouth seals around my swollen bundle of nerves and he sucks.
“Duke! I don’t… I can’t…”
He lifts his head. “We both know you can and you will. For me,” he counters, his glistening lips tugging into a confident smile. “But tell me when you’re almost there. Can you do that, Grace?”
My throbbing clit is already missing his tongue, and I’m biting down hard on my bottom lip. When I manage a nod, he clamps his mouth on me again. The tip of his tongue teases my clit with light flicks and I tip back my head with another cry.
A hand runs up my thigh to my center and he slides his fingers through my arousal. There’s pressure at my entrance and as I look down between my legs, I swear he’s grinning as he thrusts two fingers into me. My inner walls clamp around him and I grunt.
His fingers bring to life a roiling heat that builds and builds. Heat rises and I don’t fight it. I let it take me with it. “I’m going to…” My hips jerk. “Duke, I’m–”
His mouth and fingers disappear as he backs his chair away. My legs slip from his shoulders and he holds my ankles, placing them back on his knees. His cheeks are flushed, but I’m guessing not as flushed as mine. “No, Angel. Not yet.”
The tremors running through my body make my voice vibrate. “Please, don’t stop,” I beg, eyes widening when I realize he’s fucking serious.
“You’ll come when I say you can come.”
My jaw drops in understanding. “Are you punishing me?”
Duke gives me a wry look. “I can stop if you want.”
“Youdidstop,” I point out.
Reclining backwards, Duke unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. As he pulls out his cock and wraps a fist around his shaft, I sit up to watch. He uses his thumb to spread beads of cum over his crown.
“If you want this, Angel, you need to earn it first. Lie back down. I haven’t finished eating you out yet.”
Three times Duke edges me towards oblivion with his mouth, his tongue and occasionally just his breath. Three. Times.
I can’t take any more of this torture and this time, when he curls his fingers and pumps into me, I wrap my legs around his neck and lock my ankles.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I’m grateful it’s now long enough to hold onto. I grind against his mouth and my body comes alive again. I’m past the point of flutters and ripples. With a few swipes of his tongue, the wave I’m so desperate to ride begins to surge.
“Please, Duke. Don’t stop.” My back arches off the table as the tip of his tongue traces figures of eight around my pulsing clit, but he presses a hand to my stomach to keep me in place. “Please…” I beg.
I purse my lips. I’m not going to tell him how close I am to unraveling. I won’t give him the chance to pull away again. I hum through the coiling pressure, but the flickering flame of desire he ignites with his tongue is too much. My breath hitches, giving away how close I am. Then hitches again when his mouth and fingers still.
“Duke, I just might hate you!” I all but scream as he untangles himself from my hands and legs.
I swallow back the next insult when he stands up this time instead of sitting back to revel in my misery.
“I think you’ve earned that kiss,” he says, then laughs as I launch myself at him.
Roping my arms around Duke’s neck, my mouth finds his. My lips find his. And my tongue finds its mate. Duke grabs my ass and lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. His cock lines up with my dripping center.
His lips are slippery. He tastes of my need for him. I tilt my head at an angle and our kiss deepens. Our tongues tangle and when he bites my lip as we pull apart, I groan.
“Best. Kiss. Ever,” I gasp as Duke peppers kisses along my jaw to that sensitive spot behind my ear. I roll my hips against him and it’s his turn to groan.
“Do we need a condom? I have a clean bill of health,” he whispers in my ear.
My eyes roll back in my head at the friction between Duke’s cock and my poor, mistreated clit. “I’m on birth control and all up to date too.”
“You’re OK with me going bare?”
I pull away so I can give him a look. “I will be once your cock is inside me. And don’t you dare think about pulling out.”
Hinging at the hips, Duke lays me back down on his desk. He brushes my nose with his. “I intend to fuck you thoroughly and regularly, Grace. Whatever happens next, you don’t get to walk away from me again. Understood?”
