I stop looking at him, closing me eyes as my head falls back, the pleasure starting to undulate through me in radiating waves. I’m not close to finishing, but I’m more than turned on. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done to myself, and it’s all for him.
I bite my lip as I push another finger inside, half falling back on the bed, trying to reach all the right and wrong places, gasping and moaning at each zap of pleasure.
“Look at me, Rose.” His voice is loaded, beguiling, and I listen.
The air cracks and fizzes, my pleasure leaping at his voice. I want… no, I need his hands on me. As I slide my fingers into my pussy and stroke my clit, riding the little shimmers of delight and stoking the pleasure higher, I want his hands touching me, his fingers inside me.
I want his mouth on me, on mine, on my flesh, my pussy. I want his cock. The thought sends a shaft of bright need rocketing through me.
Our gazes are locked before his hungry, greedy gaze drops, and he watches my hand. It’s single minded. It’s erotic. I’m so turned on, I can barely think, let alone breathe. The air is alive with my moans and pants, and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, but I won’t look away. Not because I’m scared, or because it’ll please him, but because I have to. The urge to drive him out of control, to force him to put his hands back on me, is threatening to take over.
My pulse is jackhammering and everything is feverish, and still the sweet, hot pleasure builds.
I can’t get anything but moans out. I’m so close. Somehow, I’ve jumped the curve from feeling good with an orgasm far away to being so close to finishing, it’s like a tsunami, rushing at me all at once. With my free hand, I reach for him, a need instead of a want.
It’s life.
It’s air.
I reach out and set my hand on his crotch. His cock is thick and hard, twitching at my touch.
Nikolai grabs my hand and squeezes, before a small orgasm suddenly rocks through me. It’s not enough. I’m quivering, my body almost jumping as I sit up. With shaking hands, wet from my release, I rip at his fly to pull him free.
I’ve seen cocks before. Pictures, movies, one in real life when I fooled around with a boyfriend before Mom and I left town. But this…
He’s beautiful. Veined, thick, with a large head, drops of precum beading at his slit, and I don’t think. I act on pure instinct as I lick him clean.
He’s like silk. Hot. Steel. I wrap my fingers around him as I open my mouth and take him in. Nikolai doesn’t say anything, just lays back as he hits my throat.
I want to say I’m doing it because I’m trying to buy time, to win him over, but that’s a lie. I’m desperate to taste him, feel him inside me, whatever way I can get him. It’s a sudden need that’s come from nowhere, an all-consuming absolute. Now that he’s in my mouth, I can’t get enough. This is so unbelievably intimate. I never thought I’d like doing this, but with Nikolai, I do. I try to take him all the way in, be careful with my teeth, and a gag slightly as he bumps the back of my throat again.
Once. I’ve done this once, and not for long before he came. I know I’m not good yet, but I try. I move my hand, squeezing and stroking in time with my mouth. Nikolai makes a sound as I move, his hands tangling in my hair and the back of my head. Without warning, he then pushes me all the way down until he’s in the back of my throat, pushing on my head as he holds me there. I panic, flailing. I want him desperately, but I can’t breathe and I’m trying not to gag to the point of vomiting.
“Relax. Open your throat. I’m going to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
And he does. Using me like a rag doll, he drags me up and down, face fucking me until tears stream down my cheeks. He pulls me off without warning, saliva connecting me to his cock as I drag in air and peer up at his face.
Oh, dear God, his face.
My body spasms at the sight of it.
He’s a study in erotic pleasure, greed, need, and now that I know what he wants, I want it too. I hungrily go back down, but he coils my hair around his fists and yanks me up to look at him. He grins and then he shoves me back down.
I open for him, almost instinctually. I need him, need this. Something changes, but I don’t know what. My eyes still water and I can’t breathe when I bottom out, but he let go of my hair. I keep pushing down, taking all of him I can get, all the way down and then up to suck and lick his head. On each deep stroke, I touch him, anywhere I can reach.
He makes another sound, this one dark and guttural, and there’s a saltiness on my tongue from his precum as I move back up.
“I’m going to come,” he mutters. “Stop.”
I don’t listen. Instead, I go down as far as I can, working him as if my life depends on it, ignoring his pulls on my head. Nikolai’s cock twitches before he groans long and loud. “Rose.”
It’s a warning, and I ignore it. I’m eager to taste his cum, to have it in me. I don’t know where the need comes from, or why, but it’s there, in my bones, and I collapse into it, going down on his like my life really does depend on it.
With one more guttural cry, he shoves me down as far as I’ll go and spasms, hips jerking. He spills into my mouth, down my throat, and I drink down his release, swallowing and licking him clean as he loosens his hold on my hair. Once I’m done, I take him down again.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He’s pushing, pulling, swearing at my movements. He comes a little more and I swallow that, too, giving him a tongue bath, kissing his cock as I go.
Nikolai grabs hold of my face as I come up and pulls me into him, his cock still stiff between us, wet from my mouth. He looks like a wild animal, one that’s only partially satisfied, and my pussy twitches.
I’m hotter than I was before. I want to climb on top of him and sink down onto his cock. I want to climb on his face and grind into his mouth. I want to curl up next to him and let him do whatever he wants to do to me.
“You’ll keep me happy, Rose, by fucking listening to me.”
Then he shoves me away and I tumble on the bed, shock ricocheting through me. “Nikolai-”
“Listen to me. Fuck.” He tucks himself away but doesn’t bother with the buttons. “It’s not hard, Rose.”
“I’m… I wanted…”
“I know. Just go back to your fucking room. Now.”
Fear rippling through me, I do just that, climbing off the bed and running out the door, not stopping until I reach my room. Back to the door, I sink down to the floor and try to breathe.
I’m so scared out of my mind and shaking with need, I can’t think straight. My mind is a blur of contradictions. What the hell is happening to me?