Page 35 of Resist
I jerk permission with my chin, and he crams his face between my breasts and presses them against his cheeks while he inhales deeply and squeezes my nipples with his fingertips. “You smell so fucking good.”
The bite of pain in my sensitive peaks from the way he squeezes sends a shiver slithering through my spine. My hair swishes against my bare back as I tip my head back in delight. Sterling palms my breasts as his tongue works my nips, lapping, tickling, and sucking.
I sure as hell don’t get this from a fucking vibrator.
I clutch his head against my chest, pulling him against me as his hands and mouth work in tandem for my pleasure. Cradling his head against my body makes him purr again, and lean into my touch.
I can’t take the heat between my thighs anymore, so I slip a hand between us and guide his cock right to where I need it to be.
Despite being used to my toys, there’s a bite of pain as he stretches me out. He’s not huge by any means, but he’s girthy enough and long enough for me to savor every fucking inch as I slide my way down his shaft.
When I’m fully seated, he pauses his play with my tits and drops his forehead to my chest on a low moan. “Fuck. You feel so good.” He wriggles his hips underneath me, and somehow I sink even further onto his cock, making me gasp.
“So do you, Sterling.” Threading my hands through his hair on either side of his head, I drop a chaste kiss in the middle of his forehead. “I’m in charge.” My voice is stern, authoritative but not hard or cold. I might be accused of beinga cold-hearted bitch in the boardroom, but in the bedroom, I’d like to think I’m anything but cold.
He nods. “Of course. I’m just your fuck toy with arms, legs, and a mouth, right?” He grins at me, a wolfish, roguish grin that melts my insides.
“That’s right.” I cradle his face with my palms. “A very pretty, talented fuck toy. And if you’re a good boy I might paint your cock with my cum.”
“I’m still allowed to touch you, right?” He looks up at me with such hope in his eyes I can’t say no. I can’t tell him to keep his hands off and simply let me bounce on him for as long as I need to.
I don’t want to tell him to keep to himself. I want his roaming hands, his curious tongue, his eager mouth. I want to feel him all over my body as I use his dick for my pleasure.
I lift my body back off his cock. “You like being my pretty little fuck toy?”
His hands work my tits as his lips trail up the length of my neck leaving sparks of excitement in their wake. “Mmmhmmm.” His voice is muffled, but his cock swells inside me, getting harder as I sink back onto it slowly, intentionally.
Reaching to either side of his head, I grip the couch and anchor myself. His thick cock stretches me with every slow lift of my body off him, and again when I drop back onto his dick.
I work up a slow rhythm at first, enjoying the way his breath catches as I sink myself into his lap. As I get faster, our breathing gets more strained, heavier, as I ride.
He grunts, and I spear my fingers into the back of his hair and jerk his head back. “Don’t come yet. I’m not ready.”
He nods, but sweat streams down his face as my tits slap against his cheeks.
It’s cheating, but he slides his hand between our bodies and finds my clit. When I don’t object, he tugs on my piercing oncebefore circling my clit with his fingers, trying to keep up with me as I bounce in his lap.
The harder I bounce, the harder my tits slam into his face, the harder I land on his cock, and the harder he grunts.
I want to come first. But I already know I’m not going to. Until I met Sterling, I never usually come first. But when he pinches my clit and bites down on my nipple, that tingle starts gathering speed.
My knees ache from the couch, sweat trickles down between my breasts but I’m not sure if it’s his or mine, and when his tongue laps at my nipple I inch closer and closer to release.
“Come for me.” He grunts. “I can’t fight much longer.”
I meet his wild gaze with a hard one of my own. “You’ll fight for as long as I need you to fight.”
His cock presses against my walls like an animal trying to escape captivity. He needs to come, fuck, we both do, but I’m not ready.
I caress his face, brushing his sweat-slicked hair back from his eyes. “Hold on just a little longer.”
It’s an unfair request, but I make it anyway. I renew my effort to detonate on his cock, and his fingers somehow find purchase on my slick clit. Between the two of us we push me harder and faster toward release.
It starts in my nipples and toes before crashing into me like a wave in a storm, dragging me under, consuming me and stealing my breath.
My hand slips from the back of the couch but holds his head against me as I ride my way through my release.
Sterling isn’t coming, he’s rigid, pulsing, and sweating. He’s mumbling something seemingly to himself as I can’t quite make it out as his forehead’s leaning against my sternum.