Page 27 of Wretched Soul
He must feel my smile against his lips because he bends down enough to wrap his arms around my thighs. As he scoops me up, I rope my arms around his neck and strap my legs around his waist. He must be able to see enough to find his way to my bedroom, and with each step he takes, I grind against his torso. My clit rubs against something hard, and I release a grunt that’s anything but lady-like. It’s sharp enough to blow air into his cheeks. Shade groans in reply.
He kneels up onto my bed and lays me down gently, careful not to let our kiss break. Because that would be a disaster that I don’t think I could recover from. My legs are open wide and he kneels between them so our bodies can continue to grind against each other. We’re pressed tightly together, but it’s not nearly close enough. I need him. Right. Fucking. Now.
I no longer care that he’s still dressed, but I do need to unbuckle his belt and let free the hardness pressing against my belly. With the condom clasped in my clammy palm, my fumbling takes too long and Shade takes over. He leans to the side, and as he sets about undoing his pants, I pull down my panties. I’m kicking them free of my ankles when I hear his zipper.
Our kiss slows again and we take another breather. My hands tremble as I return to the task of pulling down his pants. Shade lifts his hips to help me slide them down his thighs, then I hook my fingers around the elastic waistband of his boxers. I feel resistance as I lower them, then something hard and heavy thumps against my stomach.
Shade rises up on an elbow, and trails his free hand up my inner thigh. Even before his fingers reach my center, muscles contract and my body jerks. He swallows the desperate humming noises I make as he slides his middle finger along my seam towards my entrance.
I can hear the wetness that’s pooling between my legs as he glides a finger inside me. I writhe beneath him as he adds a second finger and starts moving in and out of me. His fingers curl at the same time his thumb applies pressure to my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Flutters of pleasure ripple up through my body as he finger fucks me. Those ripples build in intensity until they’re no longer ripples. They’re waves that threaten to take me over the edge. I’m very much aware of the slide and pull of Shade’s cock against my stomach as his hand thrusts into me. There’s a slickness to the movement that wasn’t there before.
I slip my hand between us, and he stills long enough to give me room to explore his length. He’s big. This man and his cock are going to destroy me, but I guess I knew that already. I griphim firmly and as I glide my fingers along his velvety skin, he thrusts into my fist.
Lifting my head from the mattress, I deepen our kiss. My lips are sore, but the payback will be worth it. My core muscles clench around the fingers pumping into me, and my breath quickens. Pressure builds and the only chase I’m thinking about now is my orgasm. I want to come with Shade’s cock stretching me.
Remembering the condom I’m holding, I wrap my arms around his back so I can use both hands to tear open the wrapper. My fingers are slick with his precum and I start to panic as every attempt to open the wrapper fails. It’s not like one of us can tear open the condom with our teeth. Digging fingernails into the serrated edge, I find the purchase I need and the wrapper tears.
Fingers pull out of me with a wet slurp, and Shade braces himself above me. The pressure of his mouth against mine is precarious, but with our lips barely touching, it allows us both to release soft pants as I roll the condom onto his cock.
When it’s done, Shade lifts his hips. His crown trails down my stomach as I drag him towards my center. His tip hits my clit and as my hips buck, his cock slips lower. There’s only a fraction of a second where we both realize he’s in position and then he thrusts into me.
I cry out as he fills me up, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. I’ve completely forgotten about our kiss, but Shade was expecting my reaction. He’s kept the pressure of his lips on mine, his mouth devouring my cries as he pounds into me with another sharp thrust. I plant my feet on the mattress and lift my hips to meet his, and as our bodies clash, a jolt of pleasure zaps up my spine. Then another. And another.
I slip my hands beneath his jacket and shirt, needing the contact of his bare chest against my peaked nipples as I pressagainst him. He drives into me harder, and my fingernails dig into his back as pleasure coils in my lower belly, tighter and tighter, and tighter until I can no longer contain it. My release blasts through me, and as I shatter, the rush is hot and blinding.
My pussy contracts violently, and Shade’s movements become frenetic. The aftershocks that rock my body are almost as intense as the orgasm itself. Stars play across my eyelids and tears slip from the corners of my eyes. It’s all too much. I don’t know if I can bear it. I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
My hands whip around to press against his chest, and as I push hard, I tip back my head and gasp. I swallow a lungful of cool air that doesn’t get knocked out of me by Shade’s next thrust. Because his body has stilled. His lips aren’t on mine.
Shit! I’ve broken the kiss!
“Fuck,” Shade mumbles, then releases a hiss through clenched teeth as he withdraws. He drops onto his back next to me and runs a hand over his face.
An apology is on my swollen lips, but I remind myself that this is a game. What’s more, Shade is following my rules to the letter. I need to take that as a win.
“Oops,” I say.
My fallen challenger laughs, a sound that’s deep and sonorous. I didn’t think he was capable of laughter, and I rise up onto my elbow for a better look. His shirt and jacket have fallen open and his chest is laid bare. When I’d explored his body with my fingers, I’d pictured him with tattoos to match the one I’d seen on his arm. Although I’d been right, I could never have imagined the intricacy of the designs that caress the clearly defined contours of his chest. There are depictions of weaponry and insignia, and the only animals I spot are a snake, and what looks like an eagle’s head peeking over his right shoulder. I wonder if its wings are unfurled over his back, and I want to peeloff Shade’s clothes to find out. But thanks to me, that isn’t part of our deal.
“I suppose I’d better go if you’ve finished with me,” he says.
My gaze moves lower to his sheathed cock. He’s still hard, and now I understand exactly why I felt so stretched and full. My look alone causes it to twitch. “I could just sit back and watch if you need to… get rid of all that pent up energy,” I tease.
“I’m sure you could,” he replies as he pulls off the condom.
It doesn’t pass my notice that he slips the used condom into his pocket, like he’s worried I’ll send it off for DNA analysis. He’s thorough in everything he does, but I’m not thinking about our game strategy right now because I haven’t taken my eyes off his cock.
His crown is pink and swollen, and it gleams. I can feel myself leaning forward a fraction when he lifts up his hips to pull up his boxers.
He manages to force his rigid shaft into his boxers, and climbs off the bed as he fastens his suit pants. The bulge remains visible as he buttons up his shirt. It’s only when I can’t see any more of his chest and abdomen that I’m pulled from my stupor. I’m completely naked while he stands in front of me, fully dressed in his custom-made suit. He hadn’t even taken off his shoes.
I cast a glance around my bedroom. I hadn’t exactly been expecting visitors, and while I’m relieved there aren’t heaps of clothes scattered around my room, there isn’t a scrap of clothing within reach to cover myself. If I don’t want to use the queen-sized comforter as some kind of gothic cloak, my only other option is the robe hanging from my bedroom door.
Shade follows my gaze and grabs the robe off the hook. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
