Page 15 of Spiteful Lies
“You’re going to make me cum,” I groan, unwillingly pulling myself away from her mouth.
“I like it when I do that.” She moves closer. “I like to watch that smirk fall off your face.”
Astrid grins as I stare at her, wondering if she’s joking or not. I grab her wrists, and she squeals again as I pull her off the bed. I lead her over to a straight-back chair by the desk, and that night we pleasured her in Rawlins’ office flashes into my mind. I know exactly what I want to do as I drag the chair into the middle of the room.
“What are you doing?” She eyes the chair.
I touch my nose to hers and then kiss her pouty lips. “I’m going to eat you, baby.” I press her shoulders down, and she sits back in the chair. Astrid opens her legs willingly, and her sweet pussy is glistening. My cock twitches, and the temptation to fuck her over that chair rips at me, but whatever I do now has to count for the future. Astrid is going to think about me whenever the others touch her.
I get on my knees before her, and she leans back and holds onto the chair. My tongue goes deep as I lick a line up her slit, and then the tip slips in to explore her warm folds. I’m careful not to touch her clit.
She tugs at my hair and pulls me onto her mound. I circle her swollen bud until her hips bounce, and then I cover it with my mouth. Her legs tighten around my head and squeeze tight. For a second, I see stars until she slumps back. Her whole body trembles with the aftershock.
“I’m not done with you, baby. I want you bad, and I want you to want me even more.”
We switch places, and her knees straddle my hips as she climbs onto my lap, facing me. Her flat stomach presses against my cock, trapping it between us. Astrid looks up and then leans in to kiss me. The passion in that kiss as her lips take mine is strong enough that I almost cum. But not yet.
I grab her hips and lift her up so she’s balancing above me. Her soaked pussy rubs against my tip, and she moans into my mouth as we break our kiss. Our foreheads press together, and she smiles suggestively at me. I’m not sure if I was ever in control. She grabs my cock and rubs the tip along her slit, up and down, until I hiss. Then she lowers herself down. My hard inches start to disappear inside her, and then she rises up, then down, taking in another one. She pauses after I enter her completely, and then she starts to ride me, losing all control.
She’s wild, sliding up and down and moaning louder. The intense look on her face screams that she’s close, but I grip her hips in my hands. My fingers go deep into her skin. I slow Astrid down until we’ve almost stopped. The only thing moving is our pounding hearts.
“When I’m through, you’ll only have to look at me, and you’ll instantly cum,” I speak calmly as the sweat trails down my forehead.
I focus on the feelings of her wrapped tightly around me, and I moan when she gives me a sharp squeeze. I concentrate on her face and begin to pump slowly, lifting her hips in my hands with measured strokes. I can feel myself inside her as this slow screw drives us both over the edge. Each time either one of us gets close, I stop and wait until she pleads.
With my mouth, I reach for a hard nipple, dark cherry red and tight. I watch her eyes fly open as I hold it in my teeth, then suck it hard into my mouth. Astrid’s grin is devilish, a fast warning of her intent. She pushes my hands off her and starts to ride me again. The pace is too fast to stop this time as we fuck hard. I can’t halt the climb and explode in her, gripping her as close to me as I can. Astrid shouts incoherent words before collapsing against my chest. We stay on that chair, not moving until our breathing returns to normal.
We share another deep kiss, and then I lift her up, carrying her back to the bed. My hand finds hers under the covers, and I hold it. We stare at the ceiling as if it could be as stunning as the sunset.
“So, you said you loved me.”
She stiffens, but I hold tight to her hand. She’s not getting away and hiding in the bathroom. “When did I say that?” she asks.
“When you came,” I tell her, “You must really mean it.”
“How do you know it wasn’t just great sex?”
I grin. “Because girls don’t lie during sex.”
Astrid rolls her body against mine, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Well, then I guess it’s the truth. I do love you.”
I lick my dry lips. “I know, because I love you too.”
Chapter 13
Astrid
“So do the two of you actually date, or do you just fuck?” asks Charlotte sweetly.
It’s been a shit week, so Wren and I hang out in Charlotte’s room after class to relax. An ambient music video is playing in the background, and an aromatherapy machine sprays scented mist into the air. Wren is on the bed with Charlotte while I stake out the couch. Wren and I freeze, then stare at Charlotte, who’s casually painting her middle finger with gold glitter polish. The rest are a navy that almost looks black. I look at Wren, who is staring at me bug-eyed. The thing is, Charlotte could be talking to either one of us.
“So, Wren, what’s your answer?” asks Charlotte, “Are you planning on bringing your lover home to Daddy?”
Wren blinks her eyes as she sputters unintelligibly, and then gradually, her skin turns fuchsia. The color rises from her chest and moves up to her hairline. The girl even blushes in designer colors. I want to laugh at her reaction, but I pretend it’s no big deal. Well, he’s big, but her blowing him is no big deal.
“He’s cute and tall,” I tell her, “Is he rich? I mean, he has to be rich to go to this school. But is he ridiculously wealthy?”
“You told her?” Wren’s arm lashes out, and she shoves a laughing Charlotte on the shoulder. Charlotte doesn’t care. She throws her head back and almost hits the wall behind her.