Page 181 of Stick It
I’m a puddle of lust, breathless and pliable in his hands by the time he finally—finally!—releases me.
My gaze latches on to his, and something dark and possessive, so unlike theboy-next-doorEthan I know, flashes in his eyes. “Take my dick out, Thorn.”
I shiver at the command.
Not needing to be told twice, I reach beneath the elastic of his sweats and free his hard cock from the confines of his boxers. It bobs in front of me, erect and angry, with precum beaded at the tip. I stare at it for a moment, my mouth salivating.
“Touch me, Dylan,” he groans, desperate, all-consuming need, lacing the order.
My fingers wrap around the silken skin of his shaft before I slide my hand upward. He hisses between his teeth, and my gaze flicks to his face, watching it slacken in rapture as I work him over. His head falls back, but his eyes remain locked in mine, even as his chest rises and falls with rapid breaths.
His hands glide up and down my thighs, his hips thrusting shallowly beneath me. My own hips rock against his, need building into an inferno in my core. If I don’t get him inside me ASAP, I’m going to lose my shit.
“Ethan,” I moan, his name a plea on my tongue. “Please. I can’t take any more teasing.” He shudders beneath me, his pupils blown with desire, and I know he’s as on edge as I am. Still, he wraps his hand over mine and keeps it pumping. His other hand delves beneath my sweats, his fingers pushing their way into my panties until he’s rubbing my clit.
I’m trembling with need, moans spilling endlessly from my lips as I rock against his muscular thigh. My other hand cups my breast, pulling on my pert nipple and kneading my slick skin.
“Fuck, you look like a goddess,” he hisses, unabashedly watching me.
“More, Ethan,” I beg. “I need more.”
Hunger flashes in his eyes, darkening them. “So needy for your captain.” He nips at my lips, a growl reverberating through his chest. “I like hearing you beg. Tell me what you need,” he demands, voice thick and raspy as he thrusts upward while working my hand over his hard shaft.
“You. Inside me,” I pant. “I need you to fuck me so bad, Ethan, that it physically hurts. Please, Ethan. Fuck me. Fuck me so good that I forget everything else exists.”
I’m rambling, begging, pleading, but whatever I say is his undoing. Like an elastic band reaching its limit, he snaps. Surging forward, he hauls me to my knees before ripping my sweats and panties down my legs. Naked and wet, he positions me over him, barely giving me a second to find purchase on his shoulders before he grasps my hips and yanks me down.
His cock drives up into me, and I’m so wet and ready for him that the stretch isn’t painful as he forces his way inside, and we both sigh in relief as he bottoms out.
“Fuck,” he grunts, fingers flexing over my hips and his eyes half lidded as they drink me in. His sweat-slicked skin is warm beneath my palms, and I can feel my heart thundering in tune with his.
He uses his hold on me to roll me over him, back and forth, his cock sliding in and out. Our heavy breaths and the wet noise of our fucking is the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Color from the TV dances over our bare skin, occasionally highlighting the pale blue of his eyes and the dark scruff from his five-o’clock shadow. He hits that spot deep inside me, and I moan, arching my back and throwing my head back as I chase that high.
Before I can catch it, though, he grabs hold of my wrists,pulling them behind my back. He effortlessly holds them in one hand, effectively restricting my movement and reducing me to small, shallow thrusts that do nothing but tease and leave me whimpering.
I should have known he wouldn’t give up control for long.
Smirking, he holds my hips in place with his free hand before thrusting upward. I gasp, feeling him deeper and more prominently than I did before. “God, Ethan. Yes.”
“Look at you,” he rasps, watching as though enthralled as he drives his dick into me. “Taking everything I give you. So perfect for me.”
His pace is harder, faster than mine was. More demanding, almost…punishing. Fireworks ignite behind my eyes, and I can feel my release barreling forth.
A sharp sting to my ass has me snapping my eyes open.
“Eyes on me,” he growls. “I want to see how pretty you look when you fall apart just for me.”
I moan, shaking and trembling with the onslaught of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing my dick so tight, D.” His words are strained as he pumps up into me. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
I nod.
“You’re going to be a good girl and come for me, aren’t you, Thorn?”
He groans as I clench around him.Fuck,who knew I had a praise kink?
The knowing glint in his eye says he loves that I do.
