The promise came from a dark, shadowed crevice of my soul. She was introducing me to places within myself I’d never met before.
“I look forward to my turn.”
Pulling back, I drove forward, and she let out a cry, her fingers tightening on her elbows. I made sure I was barely putting any weight on her. “Are you comfortable?”
“I’m fine.”
Nudging the plug, I tapped it deeper and thrust again. Once I found my rhythm, there was no stopping it. Orgasms tore out of her, milking my cock and my stamina never waned. Her moans fueled my thrusts, driving me deeper and harder.
“You feel that, Avery. I’m all the way in.”
“Yes…” Her voice had transcended to a breathy sigh.
I unlaced her arms, massaging her shoulders, and nibbling her jaw. She was getting tired. “Do you want me to come in your pussy or your mouth?”
I loved watching her consider every option and desperately wished I could hear her thoughts. “My mouth.”
My stomach turned like a carousel, sending thrilling shockwaves to my dick. Satisfied and surprised, I kissed her cheek. “Turn around. I want your head on the edge of the bed.”
Parting from her warmth caused a physical ache in my gut. I helped her into position, carefully gathering her hair behind her head, so it didn’t get stuck under her back.
“Rest your head over the edge of the mattress. There you go.” I removed the condom and stepped closer, slowly stroking. “You ever do it like this before?”
She shook her head. No sarcastic follow up. Just a clear view into a very small secret of her past. It was progress.
“Show me you want it.”
Her lips parted, and I pressed in, not fast or hard, but slow and deep. Upside down, everything was different. I thrusted, and she gripped my hips, guiding my pace and pulling me deeper. It was fucking incredible how easily she adapted to whatever I threw her way.
“Let me see your pussy.”
Her legs spread and I reached for her clit, her body arching as I gave the plug a little tap. As I rubbed her swollen flesh, her mouth grew clumsy, but still felt sensational. My hips pumped greedily.
Her face turned away, and she gasped. “It’s too much when you touch me too.”
It might have been, but it also could have been a power play. We weren’t going to play those games anymore, so I stuck to the ground rules. “Did you say something? I didn’t hear the magic word.”
Her lips firmed, and her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t utter a peep. Her tenacity was admirable. Even when having fun, she consistently tried to regain the upper hand.
Not today. “Get your mouth back on my cock, Avery.”
“I can’t concentrate when your hand’s on my clit.”
“That’s the beauty of it. Stop thinking. Just open yourself up and let me have control.”
She debated for a silent second and huffed, directing me back into her mouth. I pushed to the back of her throat, watching her toes curl as my fingers sink into her pussy. She let out a garbled cry, her sex pulsating around my fingers with greedy little pulls as her come bathed my hand. Bending lower, I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to add a bite of pleasure-pain, which she seemed to love. Not forgetting about the plug, I gave it a nudge, working my fingers over her wet pussy and wringing out another orgasm.
She was panting, unable to keep her concentration as I switched directions again, always keeping her on her toes.
“You know you can suck harder than that.”
She growled. It was the cutest sound. But then her mouth tightened with the added bonus of her fingers massaging my balls. My eyes rolled back at the first tug. Fuck. Now I was distracted. I zeroed in on her clit, thinking I could get one more good one out of her before I came.
Her dainty finger teased around the puckered skin of my ass, stalling my game and—“Jesus! Fuck!”
Her finger shoved all the way in, and my calves locked. I lifted to my toes, toppling forward and catching my weight on my hands at the last moment. “What the fuck, Avery!”
I caught her wrist but didn’t pull her free, too afraid she might damage something back there. She giggled, vibrating my dick out of her mouth.
“Problem?”
“Get your finger out of my ass!”
She poked deeper, and sweat broke over my brow. My fucking eyelids were sweating. “Avery!”
“Oh, come on, Noah. Stop thinking and just feel. Open up…”
My molars locked. “It’s not your turn.”
“I know. It’s yours. Most men would beg to have a woman do this to them.”
“I’m not most men. Get it out.”
“Okay. But first…” She did something, twisting her wrist and sharpening her reach as her mouth wrapped around my cock. Another poke and I trembled, a nearly violent release ripping through me with hardly any warning.
“Gah—What the fuck? Shit!”
Hot come shot through my veins, as shivers chased down my spine. She withdrew her finger and released my throbbing dick, rolling out from under me just as I collapsed on the bed.
Cocky as ever, she sprang off the mattress and smiled as I panted. Her voice practically sung like a smug canary. “I’ll give you a minute to find your bearings.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and I lost track of how long she was gone. What the fuck just happened? Where had she learned to do that? I didn’t want to know.
I stared into space, eyes unfocused, my flaccid cock resting against my hip when she returned from the bathroom. “You cheated,” I rasped.
She put the toy and lube back in the drawer. “How’s it feel?”
I should have known. She would be that sort of girl. In hindsight it seemed all too predictable. The moment I let down my guard, she rammed a finger right up my ass.
“You cheated.”
She chuckled. “Serves you right. This is actually good. Now, you’ll be a little more prepared for when I take my turn. I’m not sure when that will be. I really do have to study at some point today, and tomorrow night I have plans. I guess I’ll let you know when the mood strikes and you can just enjoy the sweet anticipation of waiting and wondering when I’m going to knock on your back door again. I wonder which toys I’ll have with me that day.”
My gaze narrowed. Did she think I was going to back out? Not a chance. She could talk all the smack in the world, she wasn’t intimidating me out of the deal.
“Bring it. And when you’re done playing Mistress, I look forward to fucking that smug look right off your face.”
“I’m sure you will, but I still think I’ll have my fun while it’s my turn.” She tossed my shirt at my chest. “Get dressed. I have homework to do.”
I sat up, her earlier comment just registering. “Wait. Where are you going tomorrow night?”
“I have work.”
“Oh.” Right. Meaning she had a fucking date.
She doesn’t kiss them or touch them. Though that one guy always walked her up and hugged her. The fucking lines were blurred, and why did she have to have that job?
I silently stepped into my pants, my blood pressure rising. There was nothing I could do about her job right now, but maybe if things got more serious, we could figure out another option for her to make money, something that didn’t require my girlfriend to date other men.