Page 6 of Edging Obsession

I attempt to put distance between us, but he’s holding me tight. “Please, Miles.”

Releasing my hair, his thumb traces circles around my hairline, and he says, “Please what?”

“Let me go. You bit me and it hurts.”

He gives me a languid smile and then kisses me. A tender kiss to counter the bite he left behind.

His forehead rests against my mouth. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

I can’t believe he bit me. The thought drowns out his sweet whispers. I want him off me but when our eyes meet, his lips thick with lust, words teasing my core, the thought evaporates, replaced by desire. A desire to keep him. To please him. It was only a bite. Things happen when we’re caught up in passion. My body relaxes while the pain diminishes. He pulls his head back, transfixed on my face. I purse and rub my swollen lips together.

“You’re exquisite, Jules.” He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I don’t want you around the other guys without me.”

I knit my brows. “What do you mean? I’m supposed to interview them.”

“While I’m there.”

“Why?”

“Do you not agree there’s a connection between us?”

An unsteady breath releases. “Yes.”

“Are you not attracted to me?”

I squirm under his stare. “You know I am, Miles.”

“Then you talk to them while I’m around.”

Our gazes drift from mouths to eyes. A deep heat bathes my skin and leaves beads of sweat in its wake. I can’t tell if it’s from anger or lust. Miles’ dominant nature is relentless in demanding obedience. The idea of him dictating my actions should infuriate me. I’m not one who appreciates someone telling me what to do, especially after Carl exploited my failures. Yet, there’s something arousing about Miles’ commands, his possessiveness. I surprise myself when I nod. This conjures a smile from him, and I feel him harden.

I’ve just met this man, and I’m authorizing his domination. Has Carl pushed me to this point? My gaze skims over his face, landing on his eyes. No, he didn’t. Miles awakened all my senses and emotions. A yearning I’ve been chasing for years is semi-quenched. There’s a sting blooming in my chest from a fear of losing him since I’ve become his biggest fan, and I’m not talking about his drum skills. For once in my adult life, I feel alive, like my mind is clear.

Miles bends over the side of the bed, scrambling in his pockets, and returns with a condom. Nudging my legs apart, he puts it on and sinks into me. My eyes roll, arching my back. He squeezes my large breasts together, taking turns sucking on each nipple. He inhales one in his mouth, teeth grazing it, until he’s satisfied, and does the same to the other. When he’s done, I have purple blotches on them and a circle of teeth marks.

I’m about to protest, except Miles holds my head, kissing me behind my ear. A moan replaces my words. His hips rock, sliding up and down, brushing against my clit. He continues to kiss me over my face, neck, and shoulders, rocking his pelvis until mine moves along with his. We’re lost in the onset of our rising needs. It’s Miles and me. Our bodies consumed by sensations. My release is so intense, I quiver underneath him while he continues to drive in fast. Miles dives in one last time, squeezing me closer, and releases. My name drips from his mouth like a dirty secret. We fall asleep in tangled limbs.

4

Iforgot to close the curtains yesterday, so the sunlight hits me between the eyes like a mallet. My legs kick off the bed, tramping over to yank the curtains closed, and I trudge to the washroom. Jules is asleep. During the night, I fucked her hard again. Every thrust into her is home. The sweet compilation of her smell, the tightness of her pussy, the look she gives me as if I’m all that matters, are what I feed from. She’s my nourishment.

The covers lie halfway across her flat, smooth, sun-kissed stomach. I drag them away to admire her nakedness. Curves in all the right places. Lean and pliable. Between her legs, I crouch down, take hold of her hips, and slowly slide her to the end of the bed. My hands spread her legs farther apart, fingers massaging her upper inner thigh while my thumbs spread her lips apart. She stirs and settles back to sleep. I blow on her pussy, and flattening my tongue, run it from her tight hole to her clit. Jules lets out a moan and I do it a couple more times. The palm of my hand rubs against her core, finger flicking her clit, another digit circling her backend.

Jules wakes, brushes the hair out of her face, and props herself up on her elbows. My eyes stick to hers as I continue. I wet a finger, circle her asshole, and press the tip in as my tongue travels up her slit. Her sweet taste has me sucking, releasing, and biting her clit. She yelps and falls back onto the bed. My finger wiggles in her asshole as I attack her pussy. Using my shoulders, I push her thighs toward her head, opening her up. I refuse to slow down. Her smell is too enticing. Jules’ legs try to close as she cries out, skimming through her orgasm.

I flip her onto her stomach. She’s wet and ready, so I roll on a condom. In one thrust her head falls back, giving me the opportunity to wrap her hair around my fist. I arch her backwards and my hips pump fast as if my life depends on it. She cries out. My pelvis pumps at the speed of my heart. Her whimpers turn to moans, and I slow, pull back, and thrust in, hitting her edge. Between the sweat coating our skin, and our secretions, entering her is easier now. It doesn’t add to the speed in which I’ve been taking her. I release her hair, wrap my hands around her wrists above her head, and bore into her until we both can’t remember our names. The mattress bounces in tandem with my drives. When we fall off the ledge, our bodies shake uncontrollably, me still buried inside, erratically pumping to take advantage of the strength of my orgasm.

My body lies on top of Jules, burying her into the bed. Her breathing is ragged.

She gives me a nudge with her elbow. “I have to go to the washroom.”

I fall onto my back, freeing her from the confines. My dick throbs, so I massage it and pull on my balls. It’s been too long since I was a sex-crazed lunatic, but Jules’ entire being is explosive. Putting on my boxer briefs, I walk through the room I got for us because the guy’s party too much, and I wanted to fuck Jules. I stand by the massive windows outside the bedroom, perusing the menu for room service. Behind me are two couches separated by a table. I light a cigarette, crush it between my fingers, and inhale.

Jules pads into the room wearing the hotel robe. Her delicate footsteps, not meeting my eyes, and biting her lower lip suggests embarrassment or shyness. I didn’t give her a chance to think about anything when I got her into the room. She sits on one of the couches, playing with the robe sleeve.

“I’m ordering room service.” I blow smoke toward the window and hand her the menu. “Pick whatever you want.” She takes it, focusing her eyes downward. She’s half looking at the menu and half at my body. Again, she didn’t get an opportunity to even catch her breath.

She clears her throat, handing it back. “I’ll have a bowl of fruit and oatmeal.”

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