“Oh … Jesus,” she cried out when he pressed against her clit, and it began to buzz. “What the hell—”
“It’s a vibrator. Come, Alice,” he demanded, before he began spanking her ass again.
She wasn’t really sure what happened next, except for that she short-circuited as pleasure swamped her. Her orgasm was almost harsh it was so powerful. She came thunderously to the cracking sound of his palm against her ass and the sensation of his cock throbbing furiously beneath her.
He thrust his finger high into her. The vibrator continued to buzz her clit ruthlessly. She cried out as another wave of orgasm shuddered through her. She was vaguely aware of him talking.
“Yeah, that’s right. I can feel you,” he rasped. “You come so hard, don’t you?”
Alice guessed so, because she almost blacked out in the seconds that followed. She came back to herself at a loud cracking sound. The sting on her bottom in tandem with wracking shudders of pleasure was delicious. Forbidden.
“Again,” she whispered, shameless at the center of the fire. He gave her what she wanted, smacking her ass briskly as she finished climaxing. He rubbed and molded her buttocks into his palm as her pleasure waned. She sagged into his lap, spent by the force of her orgasm.
It’d felt so good, she realized dazedly. So good, she suspected she should be worried. She pressed her flushed forehead and cheeks into the soft sheets.
“God, I’m as much of a pervert as you are,” she moaned. Her mouth twitched at his low, delicious laughter.
“No. You have a way to go before you get there,” he said. He pressed gently down on the middle of her back and lifted his hips, grinding his cock against her. Her eyes flew open, her satiation breaking at the reminder of his full, furious continued arousal. “I think I’ll show you.”
“Show me what?” she muttered, turning her head. He’d removed the hand that was holding the vibrator from between her thighs.
“What a degenerate I really am.”
She smiled, both wary and excited. She loved the hint of humor combined with the stern edge she so often heard in his tone. Did he know, somehow, that if it weren’t for that gentle amusement, she might rebel at his authority over her senses?
“Okay,” she agreed.
“Lift up and scoot back just a little,” he said tautly.
She pushed up several inches from his lap, bracing herself on her elbows and knees. She saw a quick flash of movement beneath her. Her eyes went wide. He’d just lowered his pajama bottoms below his testicles. His cock lay along his pelvis and taut belly. The thick head glistened with pre-ejaculate. Her fingers itched to touch him. Her mouth watered.
He reached up and cupped her suspended breasts in both his hands, his thumb and forefinger tracing her nipples, rubbing them. She moaned. He continued to mold one breast and tease the nipple with one hand. The other dropped to his cock. He lifted the staff until it was at a right angle from his body.
“Your breasts haunt me.” A thrill of sensation went through her when she heard how tight his voice was with arousal. He fisted his big cock, stroking himself. The sound and sight and feeling of Dylan nearly breaking with need was an addiction she’d never known or imagined. “I’ll be in a meeting or on an important phone call, and I close my eyes and see them. Give me something else that’ll torture me to remember, Alice. Let me feel them around me.”
She acted on instinct, lowering again, this time with her breasts in the center of his lap. She pressed the flesh against his erection, pushing the thick column in the valley between her breasts. His guttural groan sounded so sweet in her ears. She craved seeing him just a fraction as undone as he made her. His hand fell away.
Later, when she recalled what she did next, a wave of heat and embarrassment would rush over her.
She used her hand as one point of pressure and his taut abdomen as the other, squeezing his cock between her breasts. She lifted and writhed in his lap, stroking his cock with her flesh, letting him take his pleasure. He began to shift his hips up and down subtly in a fucking motion, and that thrilled her, too.
When he put the vibrator back on her clit, and started to talk dirty to her—I’m going to spank you harder this time for being so good, Alice. You’re so firm and soft, and I’m so fucking hard for you. That’s right. Faster. You’re so gorgeous when you’re hungry. Touch your nipple. Pinch it—she lost all vestiges of control or propriety. His cock poked out between the crevice of her squeezing breasts and she leaned down and sucked the succulent head into her mouth. His taste soaked onto her tongue.
She grew even greedier.
She cried out, her sexual trance breaking, at the sound of Dylan cursing harshly and pulling her off him. His cockhead made a popping sound as it leapt from her lips, she’d been sucking him so hard.
“Come here,” he said. “Sit up.”
She blinked. Was he angry? No, she realized breathlessly as he guided her with his hands until she straddled his lap. He dropped one hand and reached for the opened bedside drawer, his gaze moving from her face to her heaving breasts. He withdrew a condom.
She studied his rigid face a moment later as he held up his cock to enter her. He was nearly as rabid with lust as she was, by the looks of things. She gave a shaky, helpless moan as his cock pierced her slit. He was huge with need, and this was a new position for them. The pressure was intense.
“Shhh,” he rasped, holding a portion of her weight with his hands at her waist. He lifted her, and she followed his lead, rising over him. He jerked her back onto his cock with a lewd slap of flesh. Alice gripped his shoulders and shuddered. “Things might start out deliberate with you, but they turn to”—he moaned loudly as they repeated the taut stroke in unison, and again, their straining bodies crashed together—“fucking madness in about two seconds flat,” he grated out between clenched teeth.
His large hands lowered to her hips, his fingers delving into the flesh of her ass. Alice had hardly paid attention to what he said, because he was lifting and then grinding her down on him again, and her cry was mixing with his harsh grunt. Pleasure swamped her from every direction. He’d set a faster pace, a ruthless one. She rose and fell over him as he built a delicious friction in her. He looked beyond beautiful to her in that moment, his torso muscles drawn taut and defined, his arms bunched tight. She leaned down and took a gentle bite of an edible-looking shoulder muscle.
He swatted a buttock and then gripped it, driving her down on him. She hugged him desperately, like he was a life preserver and she was in fear of drowning. She pressed her aching breasts against his chest and writhed against him. Time seemed to go still, and yet they moved together, faster and faster, harder and harder. There was something wrong. A pressure was building in her that was beyond the need for sexual release, twining with her arousal and pulling so tight it felt like it squeezed at her heart.