Page 54 of Riot Rules
I feel the movement between her legs, her arm moving against my stomach, and…yes. Yes! She’s stroking her clit.Fuuuuuuuuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. “Good girl. That’s it. Make it feel good.” I nuzzle my face into her hair, groaning. I need to calm the fuck down; I’m dizzy off the sight of her small hand bobbing up and down between her legs, so I take a beat and breathe, relishing the fresh, floral perfume of her hair.
Once I feel like I have a handle on myself again, I climb off her and shift myself, spinning around into the perfect position. Lying on my side, I have a front row seat to the ‘Carina Mendoza, fingering her pussy’show. Carrie doesn’t seem to care that I’m watching her anymore; she’s too fixated on the close proximity of my cock. She’s cautiously wraps her hand around me.
What a fucking idiot I’ve been. I thought for sure that I could take her touching me. I’ve let plenty of girls jerk me off. Too many. A hand is a hand is a hand. Only Carrie’s hand is different. Her halting, gentle touch is curious. Innocent. Sweet, almost.
Once again, the dark, corrupt thing inside me roars. He likes the way she explores the shaft of my cock. He loses his shit when she lightly traces her fingers over my balls, and then cups them in her palm, judging the weight and the feel of them. And when she hesitantly leans forward and flicks the tip of her tongue over the head of my erection, he sees fucking stars.
How appropriate, given our location.
I watch, fascinated as she slowly wraps her full lips around the head, and then gradually slides down my shaft, the wet heat of her tongue stroking and swirling against my rigid flesh as she goes.
I’ve always prided myself on the fact I’ve never shot my load prematurely. Not. One. Fucking. Time. But when Carrie’s mouth stretches around me, her lips wet with saliva, and shemoans…
Legs locked.
Jaw clenched.
Hands clenched.
Eyes screwed shut.
Breathe! Breathe, you motherfucker. Don’t you fuckingdare.
I rein in the rising explosion of pleasure before it’s too late. But only just. “Fuck! Fuck me, Carrie. Jesus. My god.”
She hums, pleased, I think, and the vibration coupled with the heat and the sound nearly catapults me right over the edge again. I need something to distract me. Fuck. I grab her by the hip and pull her roughly. She moans again—protest, this time—but she doesn’t stop me from pulling her on top of me. Then, the sweet taste of her cunt is coating my tongue, and I have my fingers inside her, and she’s rocking against my mouth, riding my face…
She’s good at this. A natural. She’s doing what her body commands her to do, not what she thinks she’s supposed to, and it’s fuckingbeautiful. I lick and I suck on her clit, massaging it deeply, closing my whole mouth around it so I can work it properly, and Carinasobswith my dick in her mouth.
I pause long enough to ask, “Okay?” One word. A question. It’s all I’ve got. She doesn’t even come up for air. She nods, and even that movement nearly tips me over the edge.
I start doing arithmetic in my head. I’d go for something a little more complicated normally, but even basic addition and subtraction is beyond me with her like this, her head bobbing up and down on my dick, her tits crushed up against my stomach, and her sweet pussy grinding against my face…
She sobs again. I keep very, very still—I want to hold her head and fuck her mouth SO bad, but that is not what she needs her first blow job to be like. I am a gentleman, and I keep my hip thrusts to myself. Carrie sinks deeper on my shaft all by herself, though. Again, she sobs,herhips moving faster, and I read the cues—she’s about to fucking come.
She exhales, blowing hard and fast down her nose, whimpering, and I do what needs to be done. I coax her orgasm out of her with my fingers and my tongue, using both, stroking, rubbing her clit with the tip of my tongue when she begins to shake on top of me, and soon she’s falling apart on top of me.
She rips her mouth away, panting. “Fuck! Oh…come!I want…you to come, too!”
No way am I coming in her mouth. No fucking way. But she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock again, sucking and licking, keening as she climaxes, and the whole thing is taken out of my hands.
I can’t stop myself.
It builds in my thighs first, then my balls and the pit of my stomach. Before I can do anything about it, I’m coming right where I swore I wouldn’t. And Carrie isn’t pulling away. She’s sinking deeper, sucking harder, her tongue lapping and licking…
A nuclear bomb detonates in my head. “Oh god. Fuck!FUCK!”
White noise. Static. My head’s in fucking pieces.
“Carrie! Carrie! Oh god. Stop.Stop!”
She rolls off me, her shoulders hitching up and down, an alarmed expression on her face. “Sorry! Oh, shit, did I hurt you?”
I can’t catch my breath. I let out a dumbfounded laugh, shaking my head. “No. You didn’t hurt me. You just gave me the best orgasm of my entire fucking life.”
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Naked, wrapped up in the blankets together, we lay tangled up in each other until our breath becomes less urgent and the sweat cools on our skin. Sex is somewhat of an occupational hazard when you’re foreign, have an accent, and you own half of an English county. I screwed my way across a number of countries during the holidays with Wren and Pax last year. But not once have I done this. It’s always been a race to see how quickly I can get up and out of the door once I’ve finished coming, but lying here with Carina in my arms, while she traces circles on my chest with her fingers, breathing in the quiet? I can’t imagine trying to drag myself away from this. I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s actually going to hurt to part ways when we have to leave. I’d stay here and fuck her for days if I thought the boys wouldn’t notice.
