Page 39 of Heartbreak Kings
Maybe I was just a little sadistic for watching him agonize like that, but it had turned me on. I had spent half the time we had been together pressing my thighs together hard to fight against the hot throbbing of my cunt. With midterms on the line, I, too, had been forced to keep desire from distracting me. But now, my lust was ablaze at his reaction to me. It was more than flattering. It was primal. He had genuinely helped me, and left to himself, with none of the others to pressure him, he had been more than decent. When we had finally kissed, I’d felt a magnetic, incendiary connection, and everything after that, until this moment, was a delicious blur.
My blouse and bra were off as I lay back, his lips and tongue working against my nipple. I moaned, writhing under him as he crouched over me. My comforter rustled softly beneath me as he pulled seductively at my nipple. He flicked his tongue rapidly against my flesh, sending electric jolts outward from my breast, down between my thighs, where my aching pussy pulsed with emptiness. I clenched my fingers hard into the sheet while I arched and gasped encouragement, the other hand lost in his thick, dark hair.
I should have been more cautious and ashamed. But I had decided I wanted this a while ago when I had bought condoms on my way home after Blake had nailed down a date with me. I had decided it when I had kissed Nathaniel back. I had decided it when I had let him take off my blouse and bra, laying me down on the bed, kissing me hungrily. I wanted him.
Propped up on one hand, he worked my other nipple with his fingers in time with the lashing of his tongue. I sobbed and pumped my hips.
“Oh, it’s good,” I whimpered, body moving along with the long pulls of his mouth as he hovered over me, his knees on either side of my hips. “Oh, don’t stop,”
I couldn’t control the sounds I was making. I didn’t want to. When he trailed his hand down to my belt buckle, I didn’t freeze up, and I didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, I trembled with anticipation as he pulled my zipper down and eased the jeans over my hips. “Oh yes,” I whimpered. “Yes.”
He slid his hand inside my panties, cupping my mound and kneading it firmly. My aching clit tingled sharply with each squeeze. I cried out, squirming, voice rising to desperate sobs as he drove the heel of his hand against my mound lightly with each caress. Nobody had ever touched me there. I had barely touched myself there. But I feared his stopping more than almost anything in the world.
He switched nipples, nibbling softly before settling in to suck me in strong strokes. I felt my cunt tighten, hungry to be filled. “Oh.” I felt a fluttering sensation starting between my thighs as my muscles tightened.
Kissing had become caressing each other, then his kissing my neck, and then his mouth skating down to my breast. I wanted that pleasure. Ravenous, I squirmed and shimmied against his hand, my body starting to tingle all over. Every muscle in my body was tightening. I pulled him closer. He grunted softly and moved his hand and mouth faster while I answered with a heartfelt croon.
It was almost agonizing. I needed more, but I didn’t know if I could stand it. Desperate, I ground against his hand, sobbing wordlessly. He paused for a painful second and then removed his hand from my panties.
I groaned through my teeth, furious at him for stopping, and moaned, “No, no, more, please.”
I felt his lips curve into a smile around my nipple, and he slipped his hand back inside my panties.
Two slim fingers slid in between my pussy lips at once and started stroking up and down, slowly at first, mapping me from the opening of my cunt to the burning kernel at the top of my slit. I hitched my hips against him harder, crooning almost soundlessly, and felt him move upward more and more until his fingers delicately tapped against either side of my clit.
“Oh!” I sobbed. “Oh, oh! Yes!”
He moved his mouth against me, matching the rhythm of his fingers, slow at first, then faster, ramping up gradually while I begged for him to finish me. I had never felt anything this good, but I couldn’t stand it anymore either. “Do it, do it, do it,” I heard myself whimpering as he started flicking his fingers faster and faster.
My voice was out of control, the cries that came out of me loud enough to echo off the walls. It was so good that I almost couldn’t take it. “Please,” I whimpered, then shouted it. “Please! Ah!”
He held steady, flicking my clit with delicate ferocity until I felt every muscle in my body tighten. I went up on my heels, my cunt clenching like a fist—and then releasing in rippling waves as ecstasy tore through me again and again.
I heard myself screaming with joy, and then it was ending, drying up, the contractions weakening to delightful aftershocks as I collapsed limply on the bed. Eyes huge, I stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath so hard I couldn’t speak.
Nathaniel’s eyes were burning as he raised his head. Almost blind with lust, he climbed off me and stripped. His leanly muscled body gleamed like marble. His enormous cock caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected the Gentlemen’s resident nerd to be hung or shaved. But Nathaniel was both.
Chest heaving, he reached for his briefcase and fumbled with it, then examined me, eyes burning with blind lust. “Condoms?”
“Bedside drawer,” I managed as I hastily tore off the rest of my clothes. I had never felt such satisfaction as I did right then—but the sight of him made me want more. It made me want his cock.
He found one and rolled it on with shaking hands. I watched the purple tip of his cock disappear under the latex. When he finished rolling on the condom, he climbed over me again, and I opened my arms and thighs for him eagerly.
He groaned through his teeth as he slid into me then met the resistance of my tightness. “Sabine,” he gasped out. “I didn’t know…”
“Do it,” I moaned.
He lifted his hips and then pushed down again firmly. I felt momentary pain that was promptly replaced with pleasure. I wrapped my arms and thighs around him and lifted my hips to take it as he thrust slowly, trying to savor the moment even as he shuddered and panted with need.
He sped up, thrusting faster and harder, his lean belly bumping against mine as he fucked me. His face transformed. Stoicism gone, his eyes wide and his lips parted as he rolled his hips against me faster and faster. I felt the pressure of his hips against mine, and it sent me up the ramp again. My clit tingled sharply when our bellies slapped together, and both my hands were in his hair. I watched him struggle to hold out as the delicious, unfamiliar sensation of his cock caressed me roughly from within. He was silent except for his shuddering gasps.
I shimmied my hips harder. He let out a grunt, then moaned softly and thrust harder. His entire body was taut with pleasure. When I ran my nails over his ass, the muscles were so tight they felt like stone. We trembled together, panting, until finally, his head swung away from me as his back arched.
“Oh!” His sharp shouts turned me on even more. I ground harder and grinned when he responded with a desperate-sounding moan. My body took off again as he started pounding faster and faster. I squealed and rose up on my heels, while he grunted and gasped and then finally shouted, deep and intense, every time he drove his cock into me.
My body stayed keyed up as he pounded into me as fast as he could, the entire bed shaking under us. I dug my nails into his ass as he arched harder and his shouts interspersed with desperate pants. “Coming,” he gasped out suddenly. “Sabine!”
He drove his cock deep into me, and I felt it spasm. His eyes squeezed closed, and he grabbed both my hips, pulling them up close to him as he writhed against me. His shaft bucked inside me again and again as he squirmed over me. His face was tight with ecstasy.Then gradually, it ended, and he collapsed over me, trembling and gasping for breath.
