Page 4 of Web of Lies
His other hand rests between my thighs with my thong pushed aside. He is already two fingers deep inside me, curling them upward while pressing his thumb down on my clit.
A muffled gasp slips past my lips as the muscles in my abdomen cramp. Eager for more friction, I squeeze my thighs together around his hand.
It's been a week since we last hooked up. A long, painful week. Each time we hang out, the time until our next meeting feels even longer. It also doesn't help that Kyle isn't shy about sending nudes. While I'm overall not a big fan of dick pics, his are an exception. His body is a work of art, with hardly any space left on the canvas, and I love exploring each of the tattoos adorning hisskin. There's still so much I haven't seen, and I can't wait to learn about even the tiniest speck of ink on his body.
As he thrusts his fingers deeper inside me, my grip on the fabric of his shirt tightens, and a muffled moan escapes my throat.
Even when the familiar jingle of Kyle's penthouse echoes through the room and the door slides open, we don't break apart. Instead, Kyle pulls me into the penthouse, backs me up against the wall, and continues pumping his fingers inside me.
"Kyle." A breathy moan falls from my lips as I rock my hips forward, meeting his hand halfway. His free hand slides from my neck to my hips, pushing my skirt up higher until the fabric pools around my waist. Then, he grabs my thong and tears it in half. Thank goodness I chose a cheap pair today, because it turns out I'm not the only one who's impatient.
My head falls back, hitting the wall as another moan escapes me. My eyes flutter shut, my pussy clenches around his fingers.
"Not yet," he coos, slipping his fingers out and leaving me empty. My lips part, ready to protest, when he wraps his arms around my waist and hurls me over his shoulder in one swift motion. With a yelp, I slap my palms flat on his back, digging into his muscles to keep myself from falling, as he carries me all the way to his bedroom.
Once inside, he throws me onto the soft mattress with a slight bounce upon impact. Pushing myself up with my elbows, I catch sight of Kyle. His muscles flex as he grabs the neckline of his shirt and pulls it off, revealing his heavily tattooed upper body. My eyes follow the path of his tattoos, starting at his pecks, continuing over his abs before they vanish beneath the waistband of his shorts. Heat rushes to my face, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, chewing on the soft flesh.
"You're drooling." With a cocky grin plastered on his face, he lifts a knee onto the bed, making the mattress dip under his weight.
"I'madmiring." My gaze shifts back to his face, his brown eyes clouded with lust.
"The same," he says, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
I roll my eyes at his comment, but when he wraps his fingers around my ankle and drags me across the bed closer to him, the air is knocked out of my lungs. His rough fingertips roam across my body as he peels off my top and skirt, leaving me exposed, sprawled out in front of him.
A cold shiver runs down my spine as the cool breeze from the AC blows over my heated skin. Goosebumps rise across my entire body, and my nipples harden.
For the first time since we entered the bedroom, my attention shifts toward the large mirror covering the ceiling above his bed. My focus zeroes in on myself. Completely naked, I lie sprawled out on the sheets. My legs are spread around him kneeling in front of me. The subtle sunburn I got today paints a stark contrast against my otherwise pale complexion, highlighting the parts of my body that were covered by clothes. Freckles stretch across my skin in a wild pattern. Accompanied by a handful of tattoos. Spiderwebs cover my kneecaps and elbows. A spider sits on the back of my hand, and multiple others crawl across my freckles.
"Eyes on me." I wince at the sensation of something wet hitting my abdomen, and I turn my attention back to Kyle. "I know you love looking at yourself." His lips stretch into a smirk as his hands land on my knees, pushing them further apart. " And how fucking tempting your body is." Arousal surges through my core at his comment, my clit throbbing with need.
"I do, but—" I say, my gaze shifting toward the large tent stretching the fabric of his shorts. "We look even better together."
"Speaking nothing but the truth." He chuckles and slides his hands from my knees to the waistband of his pants. First, his thumbs dip in, pulling up the fabric before he pushes them down along his boxer briefs until his hard cock jumps free. My gaze fixes on him, and my heart rate quickens with excitement. Even after we've had sex countless times, I can't get enough of this view. Kyle is well,wellabove average, with a long, thick dick sporting perfectly tattooed scales along its length. An eight-row Jacob's ladder decorates the underside of his shaft, as well as an apadravya piercing through the head.
The muscles in my core tighten at the sight, and the emptiness between my legs aches to be filled. Not wanting to wait any longer, I grab his hand and pull him onto me.
I throw my head back into the sheets as he peppers kisses from the edge of my mouth, along my jaw, and down to my neck. My lips part as I gasp for air, my chest rising in a frantic rhythm. He crawls lower and reaches my chest. One hand glides up my stomach, and he cups one of my tits in his palm, giving it a soft squeeze before flicking his tongue over my hard nipple and sucking it into his mouth.
"Kyle." My breath hitches when his teeth close around my nipple and tug at the piercing.
A chuckle rumbles in his chest, and the vibration of his throat moves through me in waves. With a little pop, he lets go of my tit and tilts his head, meeting my gaze. "What do you want, Baby?" he asks, giving my tit another squeeze and tapping my nipple with his thumb.
On cue, I spread my legs further, rolling my hips and rubbing myself against his toned abs. "I need you. Now."
"Someone's impatient." He taunts, dotting kisses across my skin. "Say no more." He scoots lower and draws a warm, slick line with his tongue along my belly. His long fingers grip my thighs and lift them over his shoulders as he slides between them. "Be a good girl and look at yourself while I have my way with you."
Before I can respond, his face collides with my aching pussy. His lips wrap around my folds, and his tongue flicks over my clit. Instinctively, I grip the sheets, my jaw dropping in a quiet moan. As instructed, I shift my gaze toward the mirror.
When we first started hooking up, I wasn't sure about that little kink of his. But I was willing to give it a try. Who would have thought that I would one day enjoy watching myself having sex? Although I had been shy during the first handful of attempts, the view was more than enough to convince me.
Kyle lies between my legs. The large skull tattoo stretched across his broad back, shifting with every twitch of his muscles. As if we have an audience, its hollow sockets follow me, and every time a gasp or moan slips past my lips, the wicked grin carved into his skin approves of my reactions.
Kyle's lips close around my clit, and a jolt of pleasure runs down my spine as he licks me. My face twists with pleasure, my cheeks flushing as another soft moan rips from my throat. I arch my back off the bed and roll my hips, grinding into his face. Like a starving man, he continues to devour me, wet, messy sounds filling the air as his tongue drags through my folds.
Every muscle in my body burns as my orgasm crashes down on me, my legs shaking around Kyle's head. I dig my feet into his back and thrust toward his face as the wave of pleasure pulls me under. One of my hands flies to Kyle's head, and my fingers twist in his hair, pulling hard. But that only makes him growl and bury his face deeper, his tongue flicking over my clit again and again as he drags out my orgasm.
My heart pounds in my ears as I gasp for air while focusing on our reflection in the mirror. Our bodies glisten with sweat under the soft light of the busy street outside.
