Page 118 of Ominous: Part 1
“Yes,” I tell her, the words pouring into her mouth as I hear the slick sounds of her on my fingers. “Fuck me, baby girl. Fuck my hand.”
She does, pivoting her hips, her knees pressed into the couch as she fucks my fingers and keeps kissing me. She pulls at the choker on my neck too, by keeping her fingers looped under the material and yanking away, stretching it to the point I think she might either rip the leather or choke me out. Either one would be okay with me.
Our kisses grow sloppier, tongues over teeth, heavy breathing, her excited pants as she gets closer. In my mind, I shove down my pants, I take her just like this. I don’t care what she wants. I don’t care about making it special. I hit her, too, because she’ll like it after I do it a few times.
But in reality, I can’t. I won’t.
Still… “I want to try something,” I say over her mouth.
She stops moving, her eyes on mine.
Slowly, I pull my fingers from her, and she gulps down air, gasping a little. Then I reach in my pants, my fingers damp withheras I angle my dick so she can dry fuck me easier. I stroke myself once to get her wetness all fucking over me, then I pull my hand out. I push aside the layers of her shorts and underwear.
One arm wrapped around her waist, I pull her closer, so she’s over my dick.
“Fuck me,”I tell her, our noses touching as I release her shorts. “Move your hips.”
She whimpers as she does, her hands coming to my hair, raking through to my scalp, her brow pressed against mine.
I bring my fingers up between us, sucking on them as she watches me, her eyes on my mouth. She tastes so fucking good, I groan, my other hand gripping her ass, more than I could possibly hold onto with one fucking hand and it drives me insane.
She keeps rocking against me, breathing harder, louder, holding onto me as she does. I reach my hand to her throat, squeezing her softly.
“You’re so good, baby girl.” There’re only my boxers and sweatpants between us, and I want nothing to separate us, I would fuck her right here, but for now… this is enough.
She’s enough.
I look down between us as I angle my fingers upward, grabbing hold of her jaw and keeping her head tilted up, my index and middle finger on her lips. She licks me,her,and I take a heavy breath in at the sensation against my skin. At watching her rock back and forth over my cock. It’s hard to see everything, her shorts still on, but they’re shoved to the side, and I catch a glimpse of her, then the wet spot she’s left behind on my white pants.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I drop my head back against the couch, feeling my core flex, every muscle compacted rigid and taut, my lungs heavy as I try to breathe, tolast.
But I think she’s getting closer, too, the way her lips drag over my jawline, toward my ear.
“Tighter,” she says, her voice hoarse, a shyness to the word.
I don’t need to ask what she wants. I’d do so much worse. I’d do anything.
But for now, I squeeze her jaw, her throat. She takes one last breath, then she’s silent. I open my eyes and pull her by her neck so she’s facing me.
Her eyes are wide, lips parted, but nothing comes out.
She can’t breathe.
Her face starts to turn the slightest shade of pink as she keeps dry fucking me, and seeing her beautiful fucking eyes hold mine, her mouth open, the slightest frown on her lips as she gets closer, using me, it’s enough for me to come undone.
I try to hold back, but with her ass in my hand andherall around me, her scent, and her eyes and her lips and her hips rocking in my lap, I can’t.
I bite my lip, my abs contracting as the friction and heat of her takes me over the edge.
“Fuck, Eden.” I didn’t even mean to say it, and it’s nothing but a jagged whisper as I tilt my head, my mouth over hers, even though she’s still not breathing. I squeeze her tighter as her fingers dig into my scalp, but she doesn’t stop moving, hopefully getting closer, too.
Then she grabs my choker, twisting, the pressure tight around my throat,and as warm cum seeps onto my skin, she’s digging her nails into my neck with one hand, yanking my hair with the other.
It’s violent, her orgasm, and I release her enough so I can hear her against my lips, my dick still pumping out cum, jerking in my fucking pants like this is my first orgasm, but I don’t care.
“Eli,” she whispers into my mouth, and I lift my eyes to meet hers. They’re glassy, but focused, and I’m biting down on her lip as her grip loosens on my choker, giving me enough room to breathe. “Eli,baby.”
