Date Night (7 page)
“Liv,” he sighed, the sound pure sensual indulgence.
Deciding it was time for a change of pace, she licked four fingers and pushed them behind his balls, back onto his perineum, where the structure of his cock rooted. His bound hands didn’t fist up again until she teased her rubbing around the pucker of his anus.
He tried to cover the reaction, or possibly deflect her from noticing by stabbing his tongue into her pussy. Olivia was far too accustomed to focusing on him to fall for the ploy. Anal play was a game they hadn’t tried, but she’d seen signs before that he was interested. Perhaps he’d feared she’d find it distasteful, and hadn’t dared bring it up. Whatever his reasons, Olivia decided she’d stop waiting to be asked.
She pushed one wet finger into him to its first knuckle. He jerked and gasped, but in a way that made her think he welcomed the intrusion. Made bolder by this reaction, Olivia pushed the finger to its second knuckle and rotated. James choked out a sound, but she couldn’t doubt he liked what he was feeling. His cock swelled and his hips lurched up, shoving him farther into her mouth. A single pull of her cheeks had more of an effect than she anticipated. Suddenly he was thrusting with more purpose, his promise not to come forgotten.
More than willing to let him enjoy himself, Olivia wrapped one hand around his throbbing base to prevent him from gagging her. Going on the theory that two fingers were better than one, she drove a second into him. His anal muscles were more relaxed than they’d been initially. Far from resisting, his passage seemed to suck her probing in eagerly.
“No,” he gasped, but Olivia didn’t listen.
He felt smooth in there and warm. She scooted forward for a better angle, pulling her pussy out of reach of his mouth. Way too excited to mind, she started fucking her fingers in and out of him.
She didn’t even know how she knew to do it; maybe these things were
instinctive. She felt weirdly sure of herself.
This
was the speed that felt good.
This
was the pressure that got to him.
“Fuck,” he swore, thrusting faster in and out of her mouth. The hard, slightly awkward rocking of his pelvis intensified the working of her fingers. Somehow knowing he would like it, she scissored her fingers wider and twisted them in half circle.
Despite the grip she had on his base, he shoved the head of his cock nearly to her throat.
“Damn it,” he said at the small uncomfortable sound she made.
She didn’t mean for him to stop. She’d have recovered in a few seconds. She didn’t get a chance to convey that to him. He wrenched out of her without warning.
Cloth snapped - her bikini top, she thought - because suddenly he’d twisted their bodies around in two directions and he was looming on top her. Before she could figure out how he’d done it, her wrists were trapped by
his
hands beside her head. His eyes burned furiously down at her, the blue-green drowning out the gold with anger. Angry or not, he was so excited his cock was dripping precum on her belly. He seemed ready to do anything to her, as long as it involved getting off.
Olivia abruptly understood why being dominated was arousing.
“I’m sorry,” she panted, her pulse pattering in her throat. “I thought you were enjoying that.”
He growled in answer, his teeth grinding. “God, Olivia. I can’t hide anything from you.”
Apparently, he could, or she wouldn’t have been confused. “Do I need to
apologize?” she asked unsurely.
With another animal rumble, he crushed his mouth over hers.
She didn’t think he’d ever kissed her like this. He was assertive, yes, but this kiss was meant to overwhelm. Before she had a chance to adjust, to let him know she accepted it, his knees butted hers open. His hips came down in the space he’d made, his body as hot as a barbecue.
His grip tightened painfully on her wrists as he probed between her labia with his cock. He must not have wanted to release her hands. After a push or two he found her entrance, grunted into her mouth, then slung inside in one hard thrust.
She was so wet, so hungry that all she felt at his roughness was relief.
He gasped her name, tearing free of her mouth.
That was all the pause she got before he started fucking her like a maniac. A second later, she was meeting him with abandon, her hips bucking up at his. They went at each other so hard it felt like they were fighting.
“Yes,” she groaned, hitching up her knees and spreading her thighs wider. He shifted both her wrists into one big hand, then shoved the other under her bottom, controlling her thrusts to move her in better synch with him. She quivered so close to coming she knew she didn’t have much time to do what she still wanted.
“Let go of my right hand,” she said, trying to tug it free.
He shook his head and pumped into her harder.
“Yes,” she insisted. “I’m your queen, and I’ll do to you what I please.”
“Liv,” he said miserably.
She didn’t care. She knew he wanted this. The next time she tugged, her hand flew free of his. She spit on two fingers, then decided three would be better. His breath grew choppy as he watched her.
He closed his eyes and shuddered when she pushed all three into him.
He loved it. That was clear from the way his spine arched and his expression grew dreamy. The fact that he’d wanted to hide how much he craved this
sweetened her victory. She began to move her fingers inside of him.
The look on his face grew truly beatific.
“I’m fucking you,” she whispered, some demon genius taking control of her vocal chords. “I’m fucking you like a man.”
“Oh God!” he cried.
Suddenly, he was fucking her twice as hard, really slamming into her, as wild and desperate as if the only way to save both their souls was by coming in the next ten seconds. Maybe the rubber band did make it more difficult to ejaculate.
He seemed like he was reaching for it hard and couldn’t quite get there. The twisting of his facial muscles pushed more of her buttons than needed it. She started to go, and finally he did as well. She moved her fingers faster and was rewarded by a ragged shout of pleasure.
The shout was only the beginning. His ejaculation gushed heat inside her as he strained to hold as deep as he could. She felt herself clamp around him, and that made them both come harder. The orgasm felt like pleasure was stabbing through her womb - no subtlety to it, just a hard-core explosion of sexual nerves.
Olivia made a sound like she was sobbing. Maybe she was. Even though he’d come, James had started thrusting again, taking advantage before his cock softened. Helpless to stop her sex from reacting, she went over a second time.
Half a dozen jabs more, and it was all over.
“Jesus,” she gasped as he sagged down on her. She felt like a hurricane had blown through her, one that swept everything before it with a storm surge of ecstasy. When she tugged her fingers from James’s body, her hand and arm were shaking. He shivered, and she wasn’t certain it was with pleasure. “God, James.
Did I hurt you?”
He moaned, his sweaty face turning back and forth across the crook of her neck. “You -” He stopped for air. “You did that perfectly.”
How did he know? Had he been finger fucked before? She’d been singularly inexperienced when they met in college, but she’d heard young men sometimes experimented, just like young women did. Maybe he hadn’t been fucked by
fingers
. Maybe he was comparing what she’d done to something else entirely.
She pressed her lips to his temple, unable - or, she guessed, unwilling - to ask him to clarify. Did she want to hear his answer?
He lifted his head and smiled softly down at her. For a second, she drank him in. He was never so beautiful as when he’d just climaxed. His eyes were brighter, his sensitive mouth relaxed. His thick dark lashes blinked lazily.
“Olivia,” he said as if she’d done something to amuse him.
“What?” she asked him defensively.
“You’re organizing your thoughts again. Trying to force everything,
immediately, to make a sense you’re comfortable with.”
“It’s what I do.”
He kissed her lips so gently her mouth might have been the holy grail.
“Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you. Just let it be until tomorrow.”
She searched his sleepy eyes. He seemed a little rueful, but not afraid.
Whatever he was going to tell her, it wasn’t too terrible. The tension that had taken hold of her ribcage eased.
“All right,” she surrendered. “Go ahead and enjoy your post-coital nap.”
As he laid his cheek against her breast in his favorite spot, she felt him grinning.