Page 46 of Watching Ames

“You want to play, sweetheart? I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here,” Alex chucked low in my ear, his voice sending shivers through me as I waited for his next move.

He started slowly, grinding into me as he licked his way up the back of my neck, sucking softly when he found a particularly sensitive patch of skin. My skin was electric every place he touched, cheek pressed against the door as soft whimpers fell from my mouth as he traced his free hand up the curves of my body until he reached my neck. He wrapped his hand across the span of it, tilting my head back until it rested against his chest, watching me through hooded eyes as he fingered a few wild pieces of hair, likely displaced during my sprint through his house. I knew he’d tuck the stray pieces of hair behind my ear before tugging on it, but didn’t expect the roughness of his pull on my lobe this time, a gasp escaping me as my eyes flew open from where my lids had fallen half-shut in arousal.

“You want to know why I always tug on this ear?” He asked as he slowly tilted my head forward, forehead resting against the door as he leaned back down to whisper in my ear, “I do it every time I really want to dothis.” Alex’s teeth bit into my lobe just as his hand snaked under the waistband of my shorts, fingers rubbing over my clit in slow, smooth circles that had me gasping for breath as my climax began to build deep in my stomach.

I had never been so close to coming so quickly, but the way Alex dominated me had every nerve ending singing with pleasure. His mouth moved from my ear to my neck as his hand moved further toward my core, our groans mingling together when he finally dipped a finger between my folds.

“So wet for me, sweet girl,” he praised as he sunk a finger deep, pumping into me in a rhythm that had me bucking against him, moaning when he added a second finger, palm rubbing my clit as he fingered me against the front door. He took his time testing different pressures and speeds, figuring out what combination had me pulsing around his fingers and my body writhing against his. He kept the steady rhythm with his fingers, even as his mouth mapped a chaotic course across the skin of my jaw and neck, kisses and licks and nibbles that I craved.

He pulled back just slightly, releasing my bound hands for a moment to tug my hair, urging my head to drop back as his lips moved their way to the front of my neck, nipping at my pulse and bringing me spiraling closer and closer to climax. He kissed my cheekbone, moving his way down until his lips were moving over the corner of my lips and I turned my head in desperation, knowing that his mouth on mine would tip me over the edge.

Alex tsked in disapproval as I tried to reach my mouth toward his, pulling back so our lips were barely brushing as he whispered, “Do you remember what I told you, Ames? I want you begging for my lips.”

“Please,” I begged, not able to conjure up an ounce of shame as I repeated the word over and over as I rocked harder against his hand in my shorts.

Alex growled at my easy pleas, lips sealing over mine after the second or third please fell from my mouth. He kissed me with all the aggression of these weeks spent courting me, tongue sweeping through my mouth and tangling with mine as his hand worked faster, harder, Alex twisting his wrist so his thumb rubbed my clit as he continued to thrust into me. It only took a few circles until I was tightening around him, muscles tensing as I fell over the edge, screaming my release into Alex’s mouth as he continued to conquer mine.

His fingers worked me through my orgasm, slowing once I started to put the pieces of myself back together. A few quick taps against my clit with his fingers sent aftershocks through me, and I had to pull away from his mouth to catch my breath at the sensation. Alex finally pulled his fingers from my shorts, sucking them clean as I slumped against him. After a moment, his hands wrapped around my torso and inched up under my shirt to brush languid strokes against my skin.

When the last of my aftershocks faded, I lifted my head, which felt heavy after the intensity of my orgasm. The predatory look in Alex’s dark eyes coupled with the smirking, self-satisfied look on his face reinvigorated me immediately, core aching for more. I straightened, taking a step away from Alex, and immediately saw the slight hurt in his eyes as he rocked backwards on his feet, giving me more space. But the hesitance faded when I gave him a half smile of my own before I turned on my toes and ran up the stairs.

I only had seconds before I heard Alex’s footfalls following me up the steps, my boots clomping unsteadily toward the second floor while his feet ate up the distance between us. Each of his footfalls sent a shock of arousal through my system, my nipples pebbling further beneath my shirt.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I looked behind me, barely having time to jump away from Alex’s outstretched hand as I yelped and darted toward our bedroom at the end of the hallway. I shivered at the brush of his fingers against the bare skin of my side, and Alex’s laughter followed behind me. I had to fight the urge to turn around and watch for one of the full smiles I coveted so dearly.

I made it to the bedroom in record time, suddenly realizing that I had boxed myself in. For a moment, I stood at the end of the bed, considering if I was thin enough to fit underneath it. Realizing my hips and chest were too large to squeeze in the claustrophobic space, I turned toward the closet in an attempt to hide, but was instead shoved forward in a rough movement. My hands saved me from face-planting on the mattress, but were swiftly tugged up behind my back, Alex’s hand locking them together.

“I think I could get used to this, sweetheart. Chasing you, pinning you against the wall, on our bed, and then fucking you. What do you think?”

I didn’t answer the question, too busy trying to rub myself against the erection I could feel against the curve of my backside. Instead of the friction I was searching for, I felt a sharp smack on my ass, an unbidden moan slipping from my mouth at the sensation. It was followed immediately by Alex’s palm smoothing over the sting, the pleasure-pain only making me needier.

Alex squeezed my wrists together in a tight grip and then released them, his warning clear. I kept my wrists behind my back as he tugged off my shorts in a smooth movement, settling back over me once they were on the floor.

“Now, where were we?” As he spoke, he trailed his fingers up and down the backs of my thighs, inching closer to where I wanted him before heading in the opposite direction. “Oh, I remember. I was asking if you liked me chasing you, like I’ve been chasing you for months now. If it made you wet, knowing I would catch you and fuck you. Your stalker, your friend, your lover. If you’d been imagining me chasing you down since the first gift I left you.”

As he voiced the question, his fingers finally made their way to my underwear, tracing the edge of the fabric for a moment and then inching under it. The answer to his question was written plainly between my legs. I was soaked for him, thighs slick from the chase and the unspoken promises that had been written in Alex’s eyes for weeks. I loved the feeling of him holding me down and dominating me, knowing that despite this, I was in control. I trusted Alex in a way I never had another partner before, and that trust meant I could give up control for the first time in years.

He teased the edges of my pussy, feeling my wetness but refusing to give me any relief until I gasped out, “Yes, yes to all of it.”

But instead of touching me like I expected, I was roughly flipped onto my back, Alex’s lips crashing against mine with a groan. His mouth moved down my neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitized flesh as he made his way to my breasts. He tongued my nipples through the fabric for a moment, until impatience won out and he ripped the shirt off over my head.

Before the fabric hit the floor, his lips were suctioned around my nipple, pulling the bud into his mouth and then lightly scraping his teeth against it in a move that had me writhing on the bed. He turned his attention to my other breast, and then continued moving further down, the realization of what he was planning on doing finally hitting me when he pulled my panties off with his teeth.

I was so worked up I barely realized I had muttered a quiet plea until Alex whispered into my skin, “I love hearing you beg for me, sweetheart.”

The praise only urged me on, and more pleas fell from my lips, until they broke off into a moan when Alex parted my thighs in a sharp movement and pressed the flat of his tongue against me in a broad swipe, tonguing from my pussy to clit in an easy movement. He repeated the motion a few times, taking his time as I rolled my hips against his face, trying to urge him faster, push me over the edge again.

“You taste so good,” he muttered, glancing up at me from between my thighs, chin slick from my arousal already. The sight sent more wetness pooling for him to lap up, which he did gladly before pressing his tongue into my entrance, filling me until I clenched around him. “You’re going to be so fucking tight around my cock, sweetheart.”

“Yes, please, now,” I tried grabbing at his shoulders to pull him over me, but he ignored my begging, instead wrapping his forearm over my hips to pin me more fully against the bed and redoubling his efforts. His tongue continued to pump into me in a relentless rhythm, occasionally punctuated by pointed licks and sucks at my clit that had me trying to buck against his arm as my back bowed off the bed.

Like he had in the foyer, Alex took his time learning what made me scream, what made me clench around him, what had me hovering on the precipice, begging him to let me fall over. And when he pumped two fingers into me, keeping the same rhythm his tongue had, while his lips suctioned around my clit, all I could do was scream his name.

I had barely come down from my orgasm when I felt Alex’s naked body settle over mine, his clothes thrown on the floor while I was still panting in the bed. I spread my legs in silent invitation at the hungry look in his eyes, tilting my hips to meet his as he notched his cock at my entrance. He sealed his mouth over mine as he thrust into me in a slow, smooth glide that stretched me just enough that I felt him fill me completely.

After giving me a moment to adjust, he began pumping into me, a grinding shift of his hips that had me meeting him thrust for thrust, trying to prolong the contact for as long as possible. One hand was anchored at my hip, fingertips holding me in place as he thrust at a relentless pace. The other tangled in my hair, angling my head back so he had full access to my open mouth.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking wet and tight.” His words urged me on as he fucked me, sending bliss down through the tips of my toes. I heard the wet sounds of him fucking me between our labored breaths, his mouth biting at my jaw, my earlobe, my neck, every bit of bare skin he could reach while still buried inside me.

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