Page 44 of Out of Control

His fingers inched down farther, hooking the material and pulling my shorts a couple more inches down my legs until they were able to fall to the floor, leaving me in my tank top and a pair of cute lacey cheekies. Before I could step out of the shorts I felt his hand come down and smack my ass. I gasped, but before I could even feel the sting, his hand was already rubbing that same spot, smoothing away any potential discomfort.

“Good girls answer my questions the first time I ask them, Athena. Bad girls get spankings.”

Oh dear God. My eyes rolled back as he rubbed his hard dick against my panties.

“Don’t act so surprised, Athena,” he murmured, kissing down my spine until his knees hit the floor behind me. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing and caressing, his thumbs meeting in the middle and rubbing so close to my core. So close. “I promised you a spanking before that first kiss. Let’s try this again. Can I take these sassy little panties off, my goddess Athena? I can’t worship you properly while you’re wearing them.”

Half of me wanted to stay quiet so he’d spank me again, but I wanted whatever he had planned once they were off even more. “Yes,” I moaned, arching my back again and resting my forehead against the wall.

“Good girl,” he intoned in that deep voice, placing open mouth kisses on the part of my ass exposed by the cheekies. “Your wish is my command.”

And then he pulled the panties down so they landed with my shorts on thefloor.

“Beautiful,” he said, palming my ass again. Who knew that Lucas was such as ass man? Who knew that I would be so into it?

Wearing just my ripped tank top I was hit with the urge to turn around and make him as naked as I was. I needed more. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”

“All in time,” he said. How was he so in control of himself? He’d barely touched me and I was already spinning out of control. He rubbed the five o’clock shadow on his cheek against my ass and I felt my entire body clench. Why was stubble so fucking sexy? “I need more time to enjoy you this way, Athena. We’re still only at the appetizer, baby, but don’t worry. I’ll save room for the main course.”

“You’ve got that big an appetite?” I tried to joke, but it came out sounding weak. His hands held on tight to my hips, holding me still against the wall.

“I’m starving. I could eat you up all night long.” But then the fucker went and bit my ass.

I gave a little scream, trying to twist in his grip but unable to turn fully. It only took half a second to recognize there was no pain with the bite, just more surprise at the little nip, and my brain began to function again.

“God, you’re a pain in the ass!” I joked—there was no real pain from the bite—as I attempted to swat at his face when he nipped at my other cheek as well. Lucas laughed as he dodged me, and if I thought he was handsome before, it had nothing on how he looked with a big, goofy grin on his face. He was meant to be smiling, laughing, having fun. He didn’t have enough of that in his life, and I felt blessed to be a part of it for the moment.

I turned around to face him, wanting to pull Lucas up into my arms, but he took the opportunity presented to him and kissed my stomach, then the skin below my belly button, then even lower.

He groaned deeply into my mound as my fingertips tried to find a grip along the wall, his hands running up and down my thighs a couple times before coming back up to grip my hips again, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into my hip bones.

He dipped his head down to my knee, nudging with his forehead until I lifted my leg to rest over his shoulder. And that hungry man wasted no time going to town, tasting my length from opening to clit in one long, smooth lick. He pulled back just far enough to tilt his head even farther back and meet my eyes.

“Delicious,” he said, tongue running over his lips. “So glad I skipped dinner tonight.” Then he returned his mouth to my core.

I moaned deeply, feeling just so utterly feminine. One of my hands went to cradle his head, twining into his hair—not so perfectly styled for once—and the other tried to find purchase on my own body, grabbing at my neck, pulling at my scalp, palming my breast.

When his hands shifted from my hips to my ass I couldn’t take it anymore. My hips rode along with his movements, the feeling nearly unbearable when one hand reached lower, past my ass and down to my entrance, one finger circling where I was absolutelythrobbingfor him. He stopped feasting for a moment and came up for air.

“May I please fuck you with my fingers, Athena?” he asked, not even waiting for me to answer before going back in to suck at my clit.

Dear god, this man’s dirty words alone could do me in, but who was I to stop him from using other methods, too?

“Yes. Please yes,” I moaned, hips swaying and grinding on his face.

He slipped that finger in me, sliding straight to his last knuckle with how slick I was with desire. I felt him moan against me, and he quickly added a second finger, starting slow, but quickly picking up speed as he thrust his fingers in and out. My orgasm burst from within me in one fell swoop. No gentle building, no climbing to the peak. Everything just felt so fucking good that it went from amazing to climax from one second to the next.

Maybe that’s just what happened when you spent four full days of foreplay and trying to convince yourself not to fuck someone. After our altercation my body was primed and ready for a release of all that primal energy and tension, so I tumbled faster than I ever have before, screaming, head snapping back against the wall. I felt the plaster start to give and my head was still tender from that close call with the bullet in the airport, but none of that mattered as I toppled over the ledge to bliss, harshly and suddenly.

Once I came out of the depths of my orgasm, I shifted my hands to Lucas’ shoulders, shoving him backward until he was splayed back on the floor in front of me. I followed him down, straddling his body with my lips meeting his. I kissed himfuriously, tasting myself all over his tongue. He only spoke again when I pulled back to catch a breath.

“Did I say I was done having my way with your pretty little waxed pussy?” he asked, one hand coming up to my face to cup my cheek and the other drifting down to cup said pussy, stroking the smooth skin of my mound. His thumb stroked my lips tendering at the same time that his fingers stroked my other lips possessively.

I groaned. I wasn’t kidding when I told him I didn’t mind taking a man’s orders in the bedroom—or the living room either, I guess. A man who knew what he wanted and was a good enough lover to never make you regret letting him take control of the situation? Nothing sexier.

“I’m asking you a question, Athena. What makes you think I’m done?” His free hand roamed all up and down my body, feeling my toned stomach, palming my breasts one at a time. But then the grip on the back of my neck was firm as he directed my head to his so he could look in my eyes. “I’ve only just begun eating that pussy. You came too quickly. I’ve only had a taste. I want more.”

“Later,” I said, reaching down to loosen his belt buckle. I got the belt undone and was reaching for the zipper when he sat up, his hands catching me around my back so I didn’t fall as he continued to a standing position. I was along for the ride, man, and the ride was leading me to the back of the couch.

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