Kia watched as his fingers gripped the stalk of his cock, pumping it slowly as the wide, dark head throbbed and dampened with a pearl of liquid.
She licked her lip, then licked that pearl. She watched his face, watched his thick lashes drift over those brilliant eyes as she curled her tongue over the head and filled her mouth with the taste and the heat of him.
She tempted him, and she knew she did. She licked the underside, let her teeth rake against it oh so gently and whimpered as her name tore from his throat.
“That’s good.” The fingers of one hand latched in her hair as he restrained the sucking rhythm of her mouth. He pulled her head back, pushed it forward, used her own hair to control her. The little bites of pressure against her scalp were like fingers of erotic pleasure. It would loosen, tighten, and she sucked him deeper, fought to hold on to the heavy flesh as he retreated, then pushed back.
“Ah yeah, Kia. Sweet baby,” he groaned. “Suck my dick, sweetheart. Show me you want it. How bad do you want it, darling?”
She tried to move her mouth faster, to force him to fuck past her lips with harder strokes. His fingers in her hair restrained her again, forcing her to use her lips and tongue and the sucking motions of her mouth only.
The taste of him, the heat of his flesh, the desperate hardness, were like an aphrodisiac. She could feel his need for her there, and she could see it in the heavy, brooding expression on his face.
He wanted her. He ached for her. It wasn’t just lust. One could walk away from lust. It was simple. So easy. But neither of them could walk away from this. This pleasure that raced over her flesh, dug its talons into her nipples, her clit, and the raging need of her pussy. This couldn’t be escaped nearly so easily.
“Fuck.” He pulled back, his cock sliding from her lips despite her attempts to hold it to her.
“That’s cheating.” She licked her lips, hungry for more. “I can’t escape you.”
“I didn’t make the dare.” His breathing was harsh, perspiration dampened the tensed muscles of his chest, thighs, and arms as his expression tightened in need.
Kia stared up at him and licked her lips. “One more taste,” she whispered. “I dare you.”
His eyes narrowed. In one smooth, controlled thrust his cock filled her mouth again.
Kia let him feel the edge of her teeth, holding him in place as she licked, sucked, played, and teased and watched his head tip back on his shoulders as his thighs bunched and strained at the pleasure.
She should have thought of that before. Holding him where she wanted him. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing. He was close. He had to be close. All she had to do was make him spill into her mouth.
His hand moved from her hair, his fingers found her nipples. Each time she licked, he milked her nipple. Each time she sucked, he tugged at it. Each time she thought she was close to pushing him to the limit, she had to pause to keep from crying out at the delicate pressure he placed on the sensitive tips.
She was lost in the battle, pausing, sucking, holding back her need to lift the pressure of her teeth from his cock just to breathe, and she was winning. She knew she was, until his hand slid down her body and his fingers speared into the gripping, saturated depths of her pussy.
“Oh God!” Her hips jerked, arched, her lips parted, her teeth loosened and just as fast, his fingers slid from the desperate depths of her vagina.
“No! Damn you,” she cried out.
“Naughty little Kia.” There was amusement in the rich, husky tone of his voice. “I think I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
“Yeah. You do that.” She panted, still fighting to breathe, her thighs clenching as she fought to find the right amount of pressure against her clit to achieve just a measure of relief. She wasn’t asking for a full climax here. Just a little bit.
“I intend to.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice before he surprised her by flipping her to her stomach and moving until he straddled her thighs again.
“Spankings aren’t punishment.” She pressed her forehead into the mattress. Oh God, she was in so much trouble here. If he started with one of those erotic little spankings she was going to be screaming, begging him to fuck her. Already she could feel her juices dampening her thighs, spilling from her desperately pulsing vagina as her clit throbbed with agonizing demand.
Just a little bit of a release, she thought, biting back a moan, a plea for just that. She wasn’t asking for much. Really.
“I don’t want to punish you, sweetheart.” His hand smoothed over the rounded globes of her rear. “That’s the farthest thing from my mind.”
Oh hell. She bit into the sheet beneath her, and repressed a low, agonized moan as his hands clenched in her butt, shaped and massaged, parted the firm curves as he hummed a little growl of appreciation.
Seconds later, the heavy pats and heated little caresses began. Not really a slap, not yet. They built, burning her flesh and sending waves of wildfire bursting through her nerve endings.
She couldn’t stand it. She shook her head and pressed back, needing more. She cried out his name, fought for balance and for control, and found there was nothing but the pleasure to hold on to.
“So pretty,” Chase breathed out roughly, his fingers easing through the narrow cleft. “I’m going to have you here tonight, Kia.” He pressed against the tiny, hidden entrance. “So slow and easy. You’ll feel every inch of penetration, every caress to every nerve ending.”
“This so isn’t right.” She jerked, pressing back as the pressure eased and he shifted behind her. “Untie me. I’ll torture you, too.”
“That wasn’t the deal, darlin’,” he crooned. “The deal is, I can make you pass out when you come. Just like you dared me to do when you bragged about that damned vibrator. Remember?”
She groaned. “I lied.”
“Of course you lied.” She felt his kiss against her rear. “Nothing can ever make you come like I can, Kia. We both know that. Don’t we?”
She bit the sheet again and he chuckled.
“Are you ready to give in, baby? All you have to do is say the word, and I can fill that tight pussy, slow and sweet, and make you come in five seconds flat.”
“You cheat,” she moaned.
“I want you wild beneath me.” He nipped her rear as she felt his fingers, slick, thick with lubrication at her back door once more. “I want you to feel the darkness, Kia. I want to tear into you, take hold. I want you to feel what I need to give you.” A finger eased inside her, parting the tender, nerve-filled tissue as she arched back, taking it deeper, easier than she ever had.
He retreated. A second finger joined, eased inside her, and she took it eagerly, moaning at the little pinch of sensation that ricocheted through the narrow passage.
“So sweet.” His wrist twisted, his fingers pumped inside her, preparing her, stretching her, then retreating slowly.
She would come. She could feel it. She was going to climax whether he wanted her to or not. The sensations alone would drive her into ecstasy.
Three fingers. She was on her knees, backing into the impalement.
“Ah, yes.” Her head tossed against the mattress, flames licked over her, inside her. “Chase. Do something. Do it now.”
The slow, easy thrusts were killing her. She could feel her orgasm just out of reach, so close, building inside her, tormenting her clit. Her pussy wept with need, spasmed at the erotic emptiness inside it.
Chase moved closer, his jaw tightening, the most erotic pleasure he had ever known filling him as he parted the cheeks of her ass and tucked the head of his cock at the tiny entrance of her ass.
Chase could feel the sweat rolling down his neck, his back. He was fighting to breathe, to blink the moisture from his eyes as he watched her press back, watched the tiny hole flare open, rosy and sweet, and take the tip of his cock.