Page 88 of Between Never and Forever
“Sing. Or you don’t come, Kee. I want this song.”
The lyrics came out breathless and raw, the air around us now full of my sexual frustration. Every second there was a moment of silence in the song, I breathed out pleas.
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue up my thigh. The warmth of it against my cool skin had me gripping his hair, pulling his head as close as I could. I wanted him to taste me, wanted him to lap at me like he needed me the way I needed him. “You taste better every fucking time, heartbreaker. Is it that you feel the words you’re singing to me so deeply that your pussy feels it too?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “I don’t know.” I was shaking, my hands wringing the shoulders of his suit, my skin pebbled everywhere with goose bumps.
His tongue was on my clit, and he sucked it hard before he said, “Fucking sing. Show me you can handle it, Kee. I want to see you be what you want. Not a sweet girl but the damn firework you always were to me.”
He wanted me completely vulnerable, completely me, completely unhinged.
I growled as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his shoulder. His hands went to my backside and pulled my pussy so close that the scruff from his five-o’clock shadow would leave marks the next day. I rode his face as he growled a muffled, “Yes,” and pulled me onto his shoulders, yanking my other leg up around him too. He balanced me on him as he leaned back in the chair. The tantric chair had two large curves to it. One side he leaned against as his tongue tasted me but then he growled and slammed me down onto the other side of the chair. My body arched against the curved seat, the supple velvet fabric against my back.
Somehow, being close to him, feeling his hard chest against me while the soft fabric caressed me, grounded me. This was me with him, me in my element, me coming into my own. I was able to sing one more line before his hand slipped between us to reach inside me again. This time, though, he maneuvered the ball in me so he could touch the button again.
I cried out the lyrics as his tongue swirled around and around my swollen center. He slid another finger inside me and worked the Ben Wa ball back and forth, round and round. Everything faded away in that theater except him between my legs. Everything I knew or thought I knew transcended into something more.
It all surrounded him. My pain, my pleasure, my love, my every emotion flew through me as I cried out the words until I couldn’t anymore. Until all that could be heard on the mic was my breathing, my gasping. “Oh God, please, Dex. Please.”
“Say what you want, Kee. Tell me.”
His thumb pushed on my clit, and I shook my head as I buried it in his neck. “It’s too much, Dex.”
“Say it. Into the microphone. Say what you need, Keelani.”
I was on stage, riding his face, my legs spread wide on a chair I performed for the public on. Gone was the good girl. Gone was the persona. I lay there, bare for him. “I want to orgasm. Please. Make me come, Dex. Make me—”
I didn’t finish what I wanted. He finally took pity on me and curled his fingers into just the right spot before he finger-fucked my pussy so hard it almost felt like his cock in me. So good. So fast. So rough. I found my body liked it that way, like he was so hungry for me he couldn’t go slow.
The song had ended, the final notes faded into the ether, mingling with my rapid breathing. Other than that, there was silence mixed with a slew of emotions as I came down from my high. Tears were in my eyes as I gazed at him, his tongue still lapping at me like he wanted every last drop around my pussy. He didn’t pull his fingers from me either, just slowed his rhythm, like he still wanted me to ride out my aftershocks.
My body started to relax, but my heart didn’t. I wasn’t singing anymore, but a new song, an ode to him, now flowed through my veins. My breathing synchronized with his, a rapid rhythm that tied me to his presence, tied me to who I was with him, who we wanted to be.
The theater behind him was soft reds with the chandeliers shining and sparkling, reminding me this stage was mine for months. He was mine. But that was only for months too. And the thought had me pulling back. “Thank you. That was—”
“Just the beginning, Kee.” He didn’t let me move away. Instead, I felt him maneuver the ball inside me and the vibration started to pulse.
“Dex.” My voice rose, trembling with an urgency to stop or keep going. I couldn’t decide which. “We shouldn’t, and I can’t—”
“You wanted me to teach you, right, heartbreaker?” His hand moved in me while his other slid the strap of my dress down.
We both watched as the fabric fell over my breast and then I glanced up at him. “You all of a sudden think I’m ready? After so many days of thinking I wasn’t?”
He swiftly drew me against him then, away from the chair and resettled my legs over his to straddle him. I felt how hard his cock was against his trousers. My body rocked immediately over him like my pussy was already trained to want him in me always. “You think it’s only been about me wondering if you’re ready? What about me? You think I can so easily control what I feel for you?”
“Haven’t you always?”
He leaned close and licked my ear. “You want me to fuck you with that ball inside you on this stage, Kee? See how much I control what I feel then? And maybe we’ll see what you can really take too.”
My hips had a mind of their own and had completely fallen victim to being a slut for him, because they rocked back and forth, grinding hard into him at his words. My mind was smarter though. “You’re too big for me already. I can’t fit both.”
“You fit what I say you fit, heartbreaker. I’m the one who knows this pussy. I’m the one who took its innocence and made it mine. Remember that when I ask you again. You want me to fuck you now, Kee? Stretch you to fit?”
His hand was at my clit now, massaging it back and forth while his other hand was on my nipple, rolling it at the same pace, pebbling it just right so I felt the pleasure and the pain. My adrenaline didn’t know which way to go as I begged him, “Just do it all to me, Dex. I want it all. I want it, please.”
“Show me you’re ready, heartbreaker. I’ll fuck that pretty pussy if you show me how much you want it.”
ChapterTwenty-Eight
