Page 19 of Double the Dilemma

His grip on her wrist tightened almost to the point of pain, but it only inflamed her, making her nip his lip and then hiss when he returned the favor. God, she loved it and she hated it. It was a tug of war, but she already knew her body would win over her brain. The man could work her up perfectly, like no one else ever had before.

He moved his lips to her neck, finding the spots that made her knees go weak and her body shudder. Her breathing was ragged as she flexed and arched her body, unashamedly riding his knee, giving herself the friction she needed to push her towards the orgasm that was building. She just needed a little bit more and she’d be there…

Suddenly he pulled his knee away, making her jerk in surprise and glare at him when he lifted his head. He gave her a smug smile, because he knew what she was doing. Knew that he was the one giving her what she needed most. She narrowed her eyes at him, some of the heat receding from her brain, but he wasn’t done.

He let go of her wrists, but before she could do more than lower them, he grabbed her hip, spun her around, and pressed her into the wall with his body. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Karissa,” he murmured in her ear, nipping the lobe as his hand moved from her hip to her belly and pulled her back so she could feel his throbbing cock against her ass. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to scream for me. You’re going to take me anyway I want because you want me so badly that you ache to have me inside you. Whether I fuck that sassy mouth, or that tight pussy. Hell, maybe even this perfect ass, after I give you the spanking you deserve.”

She almost came from his words alone. He’d always been good at dirty talk, and it was one of the reasons she was so attracted to him. He let her know exactly what he wanted to do to her, and he always delivered. “Razor,” she moaned, arching her neck to give him better access.

He gave a low chuckle. “That’s a good start, but how about we see how much louder we can get?” he purred. Then he was turning her into him, and picking her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. His hands gripped her ass, molding and working the firm globes as she attacked his neck. He groaned when she found his pulse point and gently nipped it. “Witch,” he growled.

Karissa lifted her head and gave him a slow smile. “And yet, if I press just a little harder,” she purred back, bringing her hand up from his shoulder to brush against it, pressing down ever so slightly. “I think I could be the one to make you scream.”

“I don’t think so,” he rasped, reaching up with one hand to pull hers away from his neck and nipping at her fingers. She smirked at him. “The only one who is going to be screaming is you, baby.” He set her back onto her feet. She locked her knees because they were like jelly, but she managed to keep from falling on her face. He spun her around and put a hand in the middle of her back, urging her to bend forward.

She quickly realized what he was doing, and a small thrill worked through her when she saw the weight bench in front of her. Only, it was currently tilted up so that the back was resting at a forty-five degree angle. She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to do but knew she was going to enjoy it. She glanced over her shoulder at him, arching a brow. “Mmmm, yes this is going to work nicely. Stand up and strip,” he ordered, eyes burning with lust. Whatever he had planned, he was getting excited about.

She wondered briefly if she should fight him, but why should she deny herself? Maybe one more time with Razor would be enough to hold her over. Because she was still going to leave, but it would have to wait until he was away from her. So she smirked, straightened, turned to face him, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, watching as his eyes took in the skin she exposed.

She wasn’t overly buxom, thanks to her constant workouts and need to keep fit, but she had a nice handful, and Razor never complained. She pulled off her simple black sports bra, letting it fall to the floor as the cooler air of the gym made her nipples pebble. His jaw clenched as she lifted her hands and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, giving a soft sigh at the pleasure that moved down to her center. She never looked away from him, knowing how much he was enjoying the show.

“Keep going, Rissa,” he ordered, but his voice was gravelly, and he reached down to palm his cock through his jeans, wincing slightly, trying to get himself under control.

The power she felt was heady, but she did as he asked, dropping her hands down to her yoga pants. She pushed them and her underwear down and off, kicking them away as she stood naked in front of him. His nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched tighter as he took her in.

One thing about Razor, she never questioned his desire for her body. The way he watched her, like a starving man in front of a buffet of his favorite treats, was enough. Giving him a sexy grin, she turned, and then slowly made her way back over to the bench, straddling it so her chest was against the back, and her ass was arched out toward him. She wrapped her feet in the grips and clasped the sides to keep her balance. Then she looked behind her and smiled smugly.

Razor’s eyes were blazing as he quickly stripped out of his own clothes. When he was naked, he gripped his cock and stroked it slowly as he walked to her. She licked her lips in anticipation. Razor wasn’t huge, but he was thick and long enough to hit all the right spots inside her. Not to mention, he knew exactly what he was doing. Her clit throbbed as she watched him, and she had to force herself not to move her hand between her legs and push herself over the edge.

She was far too interested in what he planned. She had a feeling it would be well worth the wait.

“Fuck, I love the sight of you like this,” he rasped when he finally stood behind her. “Ease your ass back just a bit.” She complied easily. It was a decadent position. Though she didn’t have time to think about it before he brought his hand down hard on her ass, making her yelp in surprise, and then moan as the heat of the sting burned through her cheek to her clit. He repeated it on the other side and she gasped, grinding her pussy on the seat as pleasure raced through her.

“Fuck,” she moaned as he spanked her a few more times, making the flames inside her burn higher and higher, drenching her pussy. She was so wet that she was shocked she didn’t slide right off the bench.

She stilled when he grabbed her hair in his hand, pulling her head back, sending streaks of fire through her scalp. Hell, she knew she could come right now if she moved her hips just enough, she was that turned on. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” he purred in her ear, making her shiver as he pressed his front to her back, his other hand gripping her hip. He pressed his cock against the crack of her ass, sliding himself slowly up and down, teasing and tormenting her. Then he moved his hand from her hip down between her legs, making her lift her hips to give him better access as his fingers found her aching clit. “Mmmm, you’re soaked,” he murmured happily. He rubbed her clit lightly, making everything inside her clench. “That’s it, baby, get yourself off with just my fingers on your clit. I know you can.” He tightened his grip on her hair ever so slightly, but it was enough to have her crying out and desperately moving her hips; anything to give her the friction she needed to grab ahold of the orgasm that was just out of reach.

“Razor,” she cried, gripping his wrist to hold him in place as she moved. The fabric of the bench chafed at her inner thighs, but she didn’t care, widening them as much as she could without losing her balance.

“That’s it, Rissa,” he praised, pressing harder against her clit, just the way she needed. “I can’t wait to get inside you. Feel how tight and wet you are for me. Are you going to scream for me, Rissa? Because I think you want to. You want to scream so loud while I make you feel so good.”

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her orgasm rose higher and higher with each grind of her hips, and the way he held his fingers just right. She was close. Oh, so close to falling over the edge. But then Razor gave a soft chuckle and moved his hand away, cutting her kite strings just before she could soar. “No!” she cried, desperate.

“I have you, baby,” Razor promised. “Arch that back for me and put your pussy back on the seat. Grip the sides as tight as you can because I don’t want you to fall.” He pulled away from as she complied, letting her hair go. She wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing, but if he didn’t get her off soon she was going to kill him.

His fingers pushed inside her hard and fast, filling her just the way she needed. She let out a loud cry, her hands gripping the bench tightly with the unexpected intrusion. She gasped and cried out as her orgasm built again, her hips driving back into his fingers, her clit moving over the bench and giving her more friction. “Razor!” she cried, her vision going dark as her orgasm swelled and overtook her.

“Yes, baby, give it to me,” he groaned, thrusting his fingers as hard and fast inside her as he could until she slowed her hips and collapsed against the bench. Her chest heaved and her body trembled, though she moaned when he pulled his fingers out and she heard him suck them dry. “You taste so damn good,” he rasped. “I’d love to do that a couple more times, but I don’t think I can wait.”

She was in full agreement with that statement. “Then you should probably hurry up and fuck me,” she teased, looking over her shoulder at him as she arched her back again as he bent his knees and lined himself up with her entrance.

He let out a dark chuckle, gave her a quick slap on the ass, and then pressed his hand to her lower back as he worked himself inside her. Both of them groaned when he was finally fully seated. “So fucking perfect,” he sighed, and then gripped her hair again, just the way she liked. He snarled when her muscles tightened in response, clamping down on him. “Time for you to scream, baby,” he rasped as he pulled out and then slammed back home.

“Make me,” she gasped out as his next thrust shoved her forward and she had to lock her arms and thighs to keep herself from falling over.

“My pleasure,” he rasped, wrapping one hand in her hair and pulling it back sharply, his other on the bench next to hers.

The bench rocked and groaned with their movements, but neither cared. Karissa only cared that he was making her feel so good. Her entire body was on fire as he angled his hips just right, and her orgasm built again. She didn’t even try to fight it.

---