Page 35 of Prince of Storms
“My roommate,” I hissed, tugging at the hem.
“Is in bed,” Tor replied under his breath, pulling it off and tossing it out of my reach. “So as long as you keep quiet, we’ll be fine.”
“Easy for you to say,” I murmured as he pulled down the strap of my bra, exposing my nipple to his hungry mouth. “You’re not the one …oh.”
“Shhh,” he admonished with a wink, his tongue still swirling around, teasing it until it was rock hard and extremely sensitive.
I clamped my mouth shut against the inevitable wave of moans that his touch brought forth. He didn’t just stop there, either. He slipped the bra off entirely, baring my chest to him fully. His hands and mouth covered me in kisses and caresses until my knees were trembling and threatening to give out.
“Come over here,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the couch. That was at least out of immediate visual range of Ally’s room, so I would have a second to cover up if she emerged, but that wasn’t much relief.
“Tor,” I said in alarm as his fingers deftly undid the button of my pants, pulling them wide, so the short zipper reached the bottom, exposing my black thong to him.
His smile only grew more wicked, and he kissed me again while his hand slipped below my pants, his fingers searching between my legs.
“I’ve got you,” he rumbled in my ear as his fingers found what they were looking for, and my legs gave out.
Holy fuck, did he ever have me. I was putty in his hands, and he molded me the way he wanted until I was naked and on my back on the couch. His lips teased their way down the inside of my legs until I was whining and whimpering, thrusting my hips at him, wishing he would lick my throbbing clit and relieve me of some of the aches that were building behind it.
I couldn’t believe I was actually letting him do it. I hadn’t let anyone in. Not in over a year.
But, fuck, it felt so good. More than that, itlookedgood. His arms were huge, and the way they wrapped around my legs, holding them open, his biceps pressed hard against me, was fucking hot. His pecs were taut as he crouched, running his tongue at the edge of my lips, then down the other side.
“Please,” I whispered. “Stop teasing me. I need it.”
Tor grinned and gave it to me. His tongue found my clit with ease, yet another sign he knew what he was doing, and he didn’t let up. It wasn’t fast; it wasn’t hard. He just built me and built me. My eyes were closed, though I saw white as every muscle slowly tightened, starting in my core and working its way out.
First, one finger, then quickly a second, slipped inside me, adding new pleasure to the moment. I gripped the couch cushions tightly. My mouth clamped down as tight as it could be while I writhed in pleasure, unsure how long I could keep myself quiet. It was too good,hewas too good, for that to last.
I hurriedly cut off my moan as Tor finally pushed me past the breaking point, grabbing a pillow and shoving my face into it, using that as another layer of noise-blocking. There was no way I would come without making any noise, so I did my best to mute it.
My body spasmed, and I whimpered nonstop as I came, and camehard, from the touch of his tongue to my pussy. My vibrator was good, but there was something about the hot, firm grip of a man who knew what he was doing that made the experience something else entirely.
By the end, I was gasping for air into the pillow, my hips convulsing at will, without my permission or knowledge, as Tor slowly eased off, instead of stopping suddenly, allowing me to coast into the golden glow of what followed.
“That wasn’t very quiet,” he teased.
I frowned at him, unable to be upset, not when endorphins were filling my brain, blocking all other thoughts. Why did he care if I was quiet or not? He wasn’t the one who had to deal with my roommate if she overheard what went on. That was on me.
“I think we should try again,” he said. “See if you can do better this time.”
“Again?” I gasped, the sound cut off as he began to slowly finger me, each tip curling up to rub against me in ways that made talking far too difficult an effort to bother.
I snatched up the pillow once more as he continued to slide both fingers in and out before his tongue reached my clit. His pressure was light and slow. He was patient with me, building me up and up and up, taking his time. I rocked and writhed under his expert touch, my arms literally shaking uncontrollably by the time I was ready to come again.
Somehow, as if he could read my mind, Tor knew when to increase the pressure and the speed of his tongue against me. My pussy dripped around his fingers while my clit throbbed incessantly, begging for more of his tongue. I’d never experienced anything like it, such pleasure so intensely back to back. Even when I was on my own, there was longer in between, a bigger cooldown.
Tor didn’t let me do that. He took control of my body and forced it to bend to his will. I gasped, my fingers digging deep into the pillow.
“Come for me,” he growled.
I was already on the way, but the command was an additional bit of impetus, and my body responded quite positively to it. My head tilted back, and his fingers fucked me hard while his tongue drove me to the cliff and tossed me clear over the edge. I bucked against his mouth, but his bicep flexed and held me still, lifting my hips clear off the couch with just one arm.
The pillow fell away at some point. I didn’t remember when. I was too distracted, too uncaring. Had I screamed? Or just moaned loudly? Maybe gasped for air only? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. A third orgasm followed before I’d even finished coming down from the second, and it wracked my body hard, abusing muscles and stealing what little of my energy remained as pure pleasure tortured me nonstop for close to a minute.
I collapsed into a heap when he finally pulled away and turned on my side, my eyes immediately drowsy as a golden afterglow filled me.
Tor slowly lowered me to the floor, where I lay on my side, pillow under my head, taking my time coming down from the intensity of what he’d wreaked on my body. It had been far more than I’d bargained for.
