Page 38 of Dare You to Run
He throws my leg over his shoulder and I feel his fingers prod at my entrance. He slides them between my wet lips, spreading me wide and teasing when he pushes them in the slightest bit. I whine when he pulls them back and the vibration from his sinister laugh pushes me towards a path that will lead to my orgasm.
He repeats the tease a few more times before plunging two fingers deep inside of me. I hiss when he stretches me and it makes him lick with more voracity. The pounding of my heart echoes in my ears, muffling the wanton moans that spill from my mouth.
I rise up on my tiptoes with my orgasm sitting just out of reach. With his mouth still consuming me, and his fingers delving deeper, Hendrix glides his free hand over my stomach and reaches out for my breast. He palms one tight in his hand and massages it, rolling his thumb over my sensitive nipple.
Harder, faster, rougher he continues until I finally grasp euphoria. I don’t know if Hendrix stops his efforts because theonly thing I feel is the sensation of floating through air. Like my body is being thrown into space, I’m weightless. The breath in my lungs refuses to leave, giving me a high like no other. My ascent stops and like a roller coaster plummeting from great heights, I fall with a whoosh.
My fingers dig into Hendrix’s short hair, my legs feeling like Jell-O and my body limp. He catches me when I can no longer hold myself up and I wrap around him like a leaf clinging to its tree in a storm.
He kisses me, invading my mouth, and I taste the saltiness on his tongue. My body presses against the glass with one of his arms still holding me up, while the other busies itself with undoing his pants. I hear the zipper descend and feel it when he pushes them over his trim hips.
Breaking our kiss, he brings his fingers to my mouth and says, “Suck. Get them nice and wet.” I open my mouth wide and suction my lips around them. “Good girl.”
He plunges them in and out as if it’s his dick fucking my mouth, and that itch to come again begins to buzz.
With a pop, he removes his fingers and reaches down to stroke his cock. I gulp and slowly my eyes fall to see his hand wrap around his thick shaft.
“Oh Jesus help me,” I whisper.
The two guys I’ve slept with hardly compare to Hendrix and I grow uneasy thinking about the pain that will follow when he’s inside of me.
“What’s wrong, little mouse?” I contain the truth from slipping out and shake my head. “Tell me Dagen.”
Gulping down my nerves, I answer, “You’re…bigger than the other guys I’ve been with and I’m just a little scared it will hurt.”
“I’ll make it hurt so good. You’ll be begging for more.” He grips my jaw with his hand and kisses me. “I promise.”
Nodding, I stare into his eyes and he mine. Languidly, he breeches my opening and nudges at it. Still gripping the base, he runs the engorged head up and down my seam. I brace for impact, then remember something quite important.
“Condom,” I pant.
“Shit,” he groans in response. “Do you really need me to wear one?”
I don’t leave any room for persuasion and tell him, “Put one on or let me go back to the room where I can finish this by myself.”
He hefts me up, one arm anchoring me to him by my waist and the other positioned under my ass like I’m sitting on a strong branch.
“Not a fucking chance.” He shuffles us away from the windows, his pants and underwear around his ankles constricting his movements.
We reach his long dresser and he sits me right on top, then begins rifling through a drawer. He curses under his breath, pushing various items out of the way.
“Are you telling me you don’t have one?” I ask.
“I do. I just can’t remember where I put–got it.” He slams the drawer and it shakes the wood dresser.
Without hesitation, he rips the wrapper open and slides the condom down his length in record time. He takes a moment to tear off his clothes and I melt into a puddle. This man is perfection carved by a genius creator. Tattoos swirl down his torso and arms, and a few that wash over his strong thighs.
I’m spun around and flung on his bed, bouncing when I land on the soft mattress. Like a predator who knows he’s caught his prey, the look of hunger is in his eyes. My legs are spread wider by his large hands and he lines himself up with my opening. I inhale a deep breath and when he finally sinks into me, a cry pours out.
I feel him so deep as he begins to move, rolling his hips and awakening my body. He draws back slowly then slides back in. Over and over he repeats this sweet torture, almost reaching the spot yet still so far away.
Hendrix drops his mouth and takes my breast, his tongue working me over, flicking my nipple then biting it. I’m wound up like a live wire and I need just a little bit more to release.
The deliberate movements turn desperate and he moves faster. Pressing down on my lower abdomen with his hand, he grunts, “Fuck. You feel so good. Like your pussy was made for me.”
He thrusts harder and I tether myself to him to keep from flying right off the bed. I lift my hips and it’s like dousing a fireball with kerosene. I go up in flames, my body burning when another orgasm rocks me. I think I hear a piercing wail, but my mind is so foggy I couldn’t say if I make the sound or if it’s simply rolling around on my tongue.
My eyes snap open when a hand lightly wraps around my throat. I witness Hendrix’s blue eyes turn black and feel his cock swell. He pulls out of me so fast it stings and I see him rip off the condom and throw it to the floor.
