Page 50 of Seven Year Itch
His voice is hot on my ear as his teeth bite lightly down on my lobe before he whispers, “I wanted you to hear me.”
I gasp as he tugs slightly on my nipples, sending shock waves of pleasure through me, and wetness pools between my thighs.
In a flash, Calder turns me on my heels, capturing my lips with his again as he yanks out of his shirt, crushing my bare breasts to his chiseled front. I struggle to shimmy my tight dress over my hips before he hooks his fingers into my panties and slides them down, kneeling at the apex of my thighs as he does.
When he leans in and presses his nose to my center, I fight the urge to push him away. Oral sex is so nerve-wracking and intimate. Randal never did it, and I developed a bit of a complex over that. Plus, I’ve been dancing all night and I don’t feel fresh down there and—holy shit, that’s his tongue on my clit.
I wince as I brace myself for him to pull away, but he doesn’t. In fact, he shifts me so I’m forced to sit on the bed as he stays on his knees and yanks me to the edge toward his face. He throws my legs up over his shoulders and ravishes me, his tongue deft and punishing while his rough hands knead my bare breasts and twist my nipples with the perfect amount of gentle pressure.
I throw my head back and moan when he sinks a finger inside my wet heat, pulling out to slide my arousal over my clit in a punishing rhythm. Thank fuck I got waxed before this trip. Since separating from Randal, I’d let myself go down there, fully intent on collecting cobwebs. But with my sex club shenanigans and this trip, I’m very glad my black-cat energy is more like bald-cat energy.
“Calder,” I cry his name as I feel the climb of orgasm hitting me quicker than I expected. I haven’t come from a man’s mouth, let alone a man’s dick, in so, so long. “I’m going to—”
“No, you’re not,” Calder growls and stands up, yanking his pants down to release his painful-looking erection. It bobs toward me, and I clench my thighs together in agony as he takes his time rolling a condom over his swollen tip. His dick is huge. Even biggernow that it’s hard. His voice is low and sinister when he says, “I told you I was going to make you beg.”
He holds my legs apart, spreading me wide as he stares down at my sex. It’s unnerving having a relative stranger stare at you like that, but he seems fascinated by the sight of it. And even though every part of me wants to crawl into a hole and die, I don’t want to feel insecure. Steeling myself, I push those voices far, far away. He found me at a sex club for Christ’s sake. Act like you’re used to this, Dakota!
He puts two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before bringing them down to my center to coat my opening. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, soaked, desperate, and starving for him. For release. For all of it.
“You are so fucking sexy. So fucking beautiful,” he continues, his eyes full of lust. “I want you so damn bad.”
Insecurity has left the building and every cell in my body is on fire as I yearn for him to just slam into me and give me a break from this pain coursing through me.
But the asshole doesn’t do that.
He grips his length and presses his tip into me and then pulls it back, rubbing the head over my clit before teasing me with just the tip again and again and again.
I squirm under his hands, writhing for more. “Just fuck me, Calder.”
He smirks. Cocky bastard. “Not until you beg.”
“I just did!” I snap back at him, smacking my hands on the bed in frustration.
His abs tighten as he chuckles. It’s a good look. “Tell me how bad you want me.”
“I want you,” I exclaim, out of breath and frustrated by his games. I’m finally out of my head for once and he wants to prolong the process? “Please, fuck me.”
He inches in just a tiny bit more, still toying with me. Of coursethis man would do this. He can’t just make it easy and let this be what it is. A hard, fast fuck. He has to make a game out of it. A power play.
Well, two can play at this game.
I reach up and grab his hips in an attempt to pull him into me. He laughs and presses his head into my chest. “So fucking demanding.”
“Calder, this isn’t funny anymore,” I snipe, my center throbbing with need. “Just do this or get off of me.”
“I’ll get you off, baby. Just need to hear how bad you want it first.”
Irritation hums in my veins at thebabyremark and the way his eyes are on me as he says it. It’s too much. Too intimate. So unlike him. Unlike us. It’s better when we’re fighting. I understand that. But it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, and I need this.
After more edging than I can handle, I shove his shoulders and catch him off guard, rolling him onto his back. He laughs and the crinkles in his eyes cause butterflies in my stomach as I straddle him to position his tip at my entrance.
With my breath high in my chest, I sink down, pulling him all the way inside of me, deeper than I’ve ever had a man.Oh. My. Fucking. God.It feels otherworldly, like I’ve entered another dimension, one where pain and pleasure work hand in hand to create the most euphoric sensation.
His eyes roll to the back of his head as he mutters, “Fuck Dakota...fuck.”
He sounds completely unmanned, and that coupled with the unreal pressure between my thighs has my body wanting to coil up into a ball. I press my chin to my chest, my hair curtaining my face as my fingers dig into his pecs for support while I try to adjust to his girth. It’s so tight.Unbelievably tight.A year of no sex and a big dick will do that to a body, I guess.
