Page 18 of Rushed

I reach for his hand, as I want him to join me as I make myself come.

“Uh-uh. Yer not done. Finish the show. Touch yerself, as if I’m not even here.” Rush grinds the words out. “Last night ya came by my touch. I want to see ya come undone by yer own hand.” I can see he’s having a hard time not rising off the chair to join me, but if he wants entertainment, he’ll get it.

Continuing, I brush the material to the side, dipping a finger to my clit, and begin working the tense bud. I’m panting as I stare at his erect cock pulsing, taunting me to taste it. Delving fingers inside the wet heat of my core, I stroke and tease towards my orgasm. It’s so close. It’s hard to concentrate on anything else but my release.

Feeling the tingles rise up my spine, my back arches off the bed. Every nerve in my body tenses as I tighten around my fingers and I wish it were Rush. I moan his name, coming up on my climax. It’s intense, knowing I’m making myself come while he watches from a few feet away. My body edges further and further away from my mental control, and I finally let go.

“Rush!” I scream, bucking wildly—flailing my head from side to side—all the while gripping my one knee and flicking my clit further and further past the point of no return. All my muscles are tense, while my body turns in on itself, clenching and spasming.

Righting my breathing, I roll over to my stomach. Venturing a gaze as I come back from the high, his chest heaves as his prominent cock stands straight at attention. His grip is menacing and rough, and I find it totally erotic, watching him as he strokes his own cock.

“What’s the encore?”

“If you givemea show, will there will be an encore?” I respond, feeling bold. He raises his eyebrows in a ‘we’ll just have to find out’ look.

“I don’t think it’d be worth ownin’ that club if I was a quick one-timer, don’t ya think?” He strains to say the last few words as his end nears.

Sassy fucker.

Rush is gorgeous dressed, but absolutely godlike naked. He’s like a full-blown inferno. Even though I’m still warm lying in the afterglow of my climax, watching Rush work his own to the edge is beyond a hot.

“It’s my turn to watch, so give me a good show.”

Tightening his grip, the veins on his neck pop, the cords in his arm strain, and his eyes are transfixed on me so intently I feel awkward. I watch as he tightens his grip, his hand continuing to slide up and down his erection. I want to reach out and touch it, stroke it, and lick him from stem to stern.

“Stop,” I command. I don’t know what possesses me, but I want him to let me finish what he’s started.

Stopping mid-stroke, he surprises me with his control, doing as asked. I rise from the bed and crawl across the floor, eyeing his gorgeous erection. I can’t say if I’ve done this before, but in this moment, I can’t hold off any longer. I want him in my mouth.

“I’m done,” I tell him quietly. “This is my tap out.” Kneeling in front of him, I grip his larger than average, silky smooth cock. I start slow, licking around the head. Looking up, I see Rush’s transfixed gaze as he watches me perform, which it more than erotic.

Sucking tightly, I take his length as far as I can. His cock is thick, making it hard to widen out my mouth. He throws his head back and moans as I grip him. Running my hand up and down, I cup his balls, moving them gently back and forth. I feel it when they pull up tighter.

Taking him deeper than I expected to with something so big, I relish the feel of his massive cock in my mouth, and in my throat. I’m not sure I’ve been that girl, but seeing him fall apart slowly is beautiful, and I want more.

I can feel the point when he’s closing in on his climax as I suck in his length tightly. I’m lost in the motions as I lick, suck, and pull tightly as I hum against his soft skin. I want to pull every sensation from him.

“Pull away, Kitten,” he says breathlessly, grinding out the words as I suck tighter. “Unless ya want my cum down yer throat, let the feck go.” Pressing my tongue up his length to the tip, his heated hardness tenses as I wait for his release. I want it. I want it all. Pulling on his hips to bring him closer, I hear him growl deeply as he comes in my mouth. It floods to the back of my throat, and not until the last shudders rock his body, when his cock stops pulsing, do I relax and pull away. Swallowing it down, I rock back onto my heels, looking up at him with a smarmy grin of glee. I rocked the sex god’s world. This big, strong, sex driven, over the top man that fights for every bit of control, fell apart for me.

“Feck me. It’s been a long time since someone did that.” He sighs deep in his chest, and blow out a harsh breath.

I make light of it. “What, sucked you off?”

“No, surprised me.” His hardened stare is back, the one that drills right through me.

Rising off the chair, he kneels in front of me on the floor, his look still intense.

“Troy had it right, ya are somethin’ to cherish. And I had it right too. I’m not sharing ya.” Without warning, Rush has his hands on my ass. His fingers brush the edge of my drenched entrance as he lifts me into the air. Placing me in the middle of the bed, he hovers just above me, while his massive dick is still looming loud and proud.

He smiles at me with his deep, infectious grin. “It’s my turn, Kitten.”

Oh, fuck. I’m in so much shit.

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