Page 13 of Amour Fou
Her free hand wraps around my hip, gripping it tightly and tugging me closer. “Alyssa,” I warn, my control yet again holding on by a single, microscopic thread.
“You don’t have to touch me, just come closer.”
So I do, I give her what she asks for… what she clearly needs. My focus still on her fingers as she works her clit perfectly in slow circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit those breathy moans that send a shiver through my body.
With her hand still gripping my hip, I ask, “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she hums, dropping her head back and biting down on her bottom lip. On the second intake of breath, her lower lip pops free and she releases a breathy moan of seduction. As though she’s beckoning my cock to fall short of staying away from her.
“What are you thinking about?” I press.
“You, burying your fat cock inside me.” Her voice is thick with arousal.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“I want you so bad, Zeke. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night in the pool. Xaden either. I want you both so bad.”
I should feel irritated that she mentions my best friend’s name during this private moment between us, but all it does, is make me harder.
“Be a good girl, Alyssa, and put your fingers inside yourself for me.”
My hands roam her silk skin, gliding to the inside of her thighs and I push them out, widening her limbs as far apart as I can get them. Lifting her other heel to the counter, she’s now completely on display for me, her pussy lips open, her slick release dripping over her skin and onto the counter.
“God, look at you… you’re so wet, Alyssa.” I can’t take my eyes off of her, can’t stop watching her play with herself. Delicate moans filter through the air, and she cups her hand over her mouth to keep them at bay a little longer.
My hands now rest on the edge of the counter, so close to her cunt that my fingers grip the edge so tightly my knuckles turn stark white. She’s driving me insane here, all I want to do is give her one little touch. The tip of my index finger twitches, lifting involuntarily to ghost the skin by her hole. She twitches the moment the tip connects to her and a guttural moan flies free.
The way she’s touching herself is driving me insane. Slipping two fingers into her core, thrusting in and out a few times, then bringing them back up to her clit and continuing her slow pursuit to an orgasm.
Her hand falls from her mouth, hitting the kitchen counter with a loud slap. “Fuck,” she growls frustratingly.
“What?”
“I can’t come, it’s not working. Will you help me?”
“Alyssa, I—”
“Please, Zeke,” she begs, her bottom lip flipping out from under the teeth that bite down on it. “Please, I just, I really need to—”
I don’t waste time listening to her beg—I’m a weak man, a man with absolutely no fucking control over myself or my fucking actions, because themoment I thrust two fingers inside her dripping, no, soaking wet cunt, I groan along with her. I cover her mouth, pushing against her head so it presses further into the wooden cupboard door behind her.
“This what you wanted, hmm?” I growl. “My fingers in this perfect little cunt, fucking you until you come undone?” She nods in response. “Fuck, Little One.” I begin moving my fingers, slowly at first, curving them at the perfect angle so I can get the moans I desire.
Pressing my thumb to her clit, her back arches, and like the fucker I am, I snag a peaked nipple between my teeth, tugging on it until it pops from between them. They’re both so hard under the white cotton fabric that my cock is harder than it’s ever been, and I find myself thrusting my length against the hard grooves of the cut out wooden doors by my waist.
Grinding myself against them like a pre-pubescent teenager that needs to get off because I can’t fuck her, I won’t. I know what I’m doing is close, but the contract says no fucking, not—
“Yes!” she cries out from behind my hand. Her muffled moans and hot breath pressed against my palm are killing me. I can feel the throb of her core clenching around my fingers, which tells me she’s close.
“Shh, Little One,” I command her. “Look at me.” I stare down at her, a smirk playing on my lips. “You’re going to come for me… right now.”
She nods and I pick up the pace, finger-fucking her so furiously her eyes roll back. My cock still grinding against the wooden door, the wet patch in my sweats so fucking evident, that I wouldn’t be able to deny anything happened between us, my own orgasm being drawn to the surface simply by her moans alone.
After a few more thrusts, her warm pussy clutches my fingers, her nails biting into the skin on my wrists, and she comes aggressively. Alyssa tightly wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer against her and I follow her into the deepest orgasm I’ve ever had without being touched.
Biting the curve of her neck to quieten my own release, our heavy breathing now the only sound within the room as I lift my head, I pull my fingers from hercunt and shove them into my mouth. The taste of her exploding on my tongue, something akin to honey with a touch of salt and its fucking incredible.
“Thanks, big guy.” She chuckles. Pressing her hands to my chest, she pushes me back. “Now I can sleep.”
