THE TRUCK KUN DRIVER HAREM OF BEAUTIES-Chapter 46: The Dual [R18+]

Amara kissed him again, and this time there was something different in it. The desperation from before was still there, but now it was mixed with heat, with need that had nothing to do with grief and everything to do with wanting to feel alive.

Her hands moved up his chest, fingers tracing over the fabric of his security uniform until they found his collar. She gripped it and pulled him closer, her body pressing against his.

Alex’s hand slid to the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her through the tactical jacket she wore. His other hand moved to her waist, holding her there as the kiss deepened.

When she finally broke away, her breathing had changed. Her eyes were still red from crying earlier, but there was something else in them now. Something hungry.

"I need this," she whispered, her lips still close enough to his that he could feel her breath. "I need to feel something other than what I’m feeling right now."

"Then take what you need."

She kissed him again, her tongue slipping past his lips this time, tasting him, exploring his mouth like she was trying to memorize it. There was urgency in the way she moved, like she was trying to lose herself in the sensation.

Alex kissed her back with the same intensity, his hand moving higher on her back, fingers tracing the line of her spine through the jacket. Her hands went to his chest again, but this time they weren’t gentle. She grabbed the front of his uniform and pulled, trying to eliminate the space between them.

The kiss went on, deep and consuming, until they finally broke apart again. Both of them were breathing hard now. Amara’s lips were swollen, and her ponytail had come partially undone, strands of brown hair falling loose around her face.

Alex looked at her, taking in the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest was rising and falling rapidly. His hands moved to the front of her tactical jacket, finding the zipper. He started pulling it down slowly, watching her face as he did.

’Is this really happening? She’s actually going to let me do this?’

The zipper came down halfway, revealing the black shirt she wore underneath. His hand moved to the top button of that shirt, fingers working to undo it.

Amara’s hand caught his wrist, stopping him.

Alex’s stomach sank. ’Shit. Too fast. I pushed too hard.’

But when he looked at her face, she was smiling. Not a big smile, just a small curve of her lips, but there was something knowing in it.

"Not so fast," she said, her voice still slightly breathless but carrying that tone of someone used to being in control. "You think you’re just going to undress me and take what you want?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No." She released his wrist and took a step back, putting some space between them. Then her hand shot out and grabbed the front of his uniform again. She pulled him toward the table against the wall. "But we’re doing this my way."

She pushed him, not violently but with enough force that Alex had to move backward until his back hit the edge of the table. He looked at her, this sophisticated woman who’d just been crying in his arms, and now she was standing in front of him with that confident look in her eyes.

"I have a rule," she said. "Before sex. There’s always a competition first."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "A competition?"

"A duel, if you want to call it that." She stepped closer, close enough that her body was almost touching his again. "To determine who gets to be dominant."

"What kind of duel?"

"We give each other head," she said, as matter-of-fact as if she were discussing a policy proposal. "Whoever lasts longer without cumming wins. The winner gets to be in control during sex. Gets to tell the other person what to do, how to move, everything."

Alex stared at her for a moment, processing what she’d just said. This woman, the First Lady of the United States, was standing in a presidential vault proposing a sex competition like it was the most natural thing in the world.

’Of course she has rules. Of course she turns everything into something she can win or lose.’

"So?" Amara’s eyes challenged him. "Do you accept?"

Alex thought about it for exactly half a second. The absurdity of the situation. The sheer insanity of everything that had led to this moment. Standing in a presidential vault wearing a stolen security uniform while the First Lady proposed what amounted to a sex game.

He smiled. "I accept."

"You seem very confident about that."

"I want to start with you."

Her eyebrow went up slightly. "Oh?"

"I want to taste you first," Alex said, his voice dropping lower. "I want to see how long you can last."

Something flashed in Amara’s eyes. Surprise, maybe. Or arousal. Possibly both. She held his gaze for a moment, then reached for the buttons on her shirt.

"Let me just get these—"

"No need."

She paused, her hand on the second button. "What?"

"Keep everything on. Just go sit on the table and spread your legs."

Amara looked at him for a long moment, like she was trying to figure out if he was serious. Then that small smile returned. She turned and walked to the table, hoisting herself up onto the surface and sitting there, looking at him expectantly.

"Like this?"

"Spread your legs."

She did, slowly, her tactical pants stretching tight across her thighs as she parted them. Alex moved closer, positioning himself between her legs. His hands went to her thighs, feeling the muscle there through the fabric.

He looked at her face, really looked. The way her chest was rising and falling. The slight flush creeping down her neck. The anticipation in her eyes mixed with that confidence that said she thought she was going to win this.

His hands moved to the button of her pants. He undid it, then pulled the zipper down. The sound seemed loud in the quiet of the vault.

Amara lifted her hips slightly so he could pull the pants down. He slid them off her legs and let them drop to the floor, and that’s when he saw what she was wearing underneath.

Black underwear. Nothing fancy, just practical cotton, but there was already a damp spot visible on the fabric.

Alex’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear. Then, instead of pulling them down gently, he tore them.

The fabric ripped easily, the sound of it echoing off the vault walls.

"Jesus," Amara breathed, looking down at the ruined underwear. "That was a bit dramatic."

"I don’t like waiting."

He tossed the torn fabric aside and looked at what he’d revealed. Her pussy was right there in front of him, and even in the dim lighting of the vault, he could see everything. She was already wet, her lips slightly parted, glistening with moisture. The skin was smooth and pink, and he could see the small hood that covered her clit, see the entrance to her body. For a woman in her thirties, she looked flawless, no marks or imperfections, just smooth inviting flesh.

"What are you staring at?" Amara’s voice had an edge to it now, impatience mixed with need.

Alex didn’t answer with words. Instead, he dropped to his knees between her legs, his hands going to her inner thighs and pushing them wider apart, opening her up completely to him.

Then his tongue made contact, but not where she probably expected. He licked around her clit, a slow deliberate circle that teased the area without actually touching the sensitive bud itself.

"Mmh..."

The sound that escaped Amara’s lips was soft, almost involuntary. Alex kept going, his tongue tracing patterns around her clit, getting close, so close, but never quite touching it directly.

"You know," he said, pulling back just enough that his breath ghosted over her wet flesh, "I don’t know your tells yet. Don’t know what makes you really lose control. So I’m going to have to take my time. Figure out what you like."

"That’s—" Her words cut off when his tongue returned, making another slow circle. "That’s not playing fair."

"Who said anything about playing fair?"

He went back to work, his tongue moving deliberately around her clit, sometimes getting so close that she probably thought he was finally going to touch it directly, then moving away again. He could feel Amara’s breathing getting heavier, could feel her thighs tensing under his hands.

"Alex." There was a warning edge in her voice.

He looked up at her, making eye contact while his tongue kept moving in that same maddening pattern around her clit.

Her eyes were darker now, pupils dilated with arousal. Her lips were parted and she was breathing through her mouth. She was trying to stay in control, he could see it, but it was starting to slip.

"Stop teasing," she said. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Alex pulled back slightly. "You’re enjoying it though."

"I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it. I said stop teasing."

"No."

Her hand moved to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, trying to guide him where she wanted him to go. But Alex reached up and gently took her wrist, pulling her hand away from his head and placing it on the table beside her hip.

"No touching," he said, his voice calm and controlled. "This is my turn. You just feel."

He went back to her pussy, his tongue returning to that same circular pattern around her clit. Slow and deliberate, driving her crazy with the proximity but never giving her exactly what she needed.

Amara made a frustrated sound low in her throat. Her hips shifted, trying to angle herself so his tongue would hit the right spot, but Alex adjusted with her, keeping the contact exactly where he wanted it.

"God, you’re infuriating," she breathed.

"I know."

His tongue moved lower now, tracing along her entrance, tasting her properly for the first time. She was wet, really wet, and the taste of her was slightly sweet and distinctly her own. He licked upward in one slow stroke, following the path from her entrance up toward her clit.

"Ahh..."

Amara’s breathing hitched and her hands gripped the edge of the table. But just before his tongue reached her clit, Alex changed direction, moving back down and tracing the same path in reverse.

"Fuck," the word came out strangled.

Alex continued his exploration, his tongue moving along her inner lips, teasing her entrance, occasionally coming close to her clit before moving away again. With each pass, Amara was getting wetter. He could taste it, could feel the moisture increasing on his lips and tongue.

Her thighs started trembling slightly. Her breathing was getting more ragged, less controlled.

"Please," she whispered, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it.

Alex looked up at her again, making eye contact. Then finally, finally, his tongue touched her clit directly.

Just a light flick.

Amara’s whole body jerked like she’d been shocked. "Oh god..."

He did it again, another quick flick of his tongue against that sensitive bud. Then he went back to circling around it.

"No," Amara said, her voice strained. "Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

But he did stop. His tongue moved away from her clit entirely, going back down to her entrance. He pushed his tongue inside her slightly, just enough to make her gasp.

"Hah... I’m going to kill you..."

"You’ll have to catch me first."

His tongue fucked into her slowly, not deep, just enough to drive her crazy with the sensation. Then he pulled back out and licked upward again in one long stroke.

This time when he reached her clit, he didn’t tease. His tongue pressed against it firmly and moved in a slow, steady circle.

"Yes... oh fuck, yes..."

He kept going, the circular motion constant now, steady pressure on her clit while his hands gripped her thighs, keeping her spread wide for him. Amara’s hips started moving, grinding against his mouth, chasing the sensation.

Her wetness was everywhere now, coating his face, dripping down. He could feel it on his chin, could taste it with every movement of his tongue.

"Don’t stop... please don’t... ahh~"

Alex had no intention of stopping now. His tongue moved faster, the circles becoming tighter, more focused on that one sensitive point. Amara’s breathing was coming in short gasps, her hands white-knuckled on the edge of the table.

"I’m close... god, I’m so close... uhh~"

Her thighs were shaking now, her whole body tensing, building toward something. Alex could feel it, could sense she was right on the edge of losing control.

Then he stopped. Pulled back completely.

Amara’s eyes flew open. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Not yet."

"I was right there!"

"I know," Alex said, looking at her. At the flush that had spread down her neck. At the way her pussy was glistening wet. "But you’re trying to last as long as possible, remember? And I’m making sure that when you finally break, you won’t have any control left."

He went back to her, but this time his tongue was gentle again, soft licks that kept her aroused but didn’t push her over the edge. Just enough to keep her on that plateau without letting her fall over.

Amara made a sound of pure frustration. "You... you bastard..."

"You’re the one who suggested this game."

"I’m regretting it now... hah~"

He kept that gentle pace for a while, letting her come down from the edge but not lose the arousal completely. He could see her trying to regain control, trying to steel herself for the next assault.

Then he increased the intensity again. His tongue moved faster on her clit, firmer, more insistent.

Amara’s breathing picked up immediately. "Oh fuck... oh fuck..."

Her hips ground against his face, desperate and needy. Alex’s hands gripped her thighs harder and he buried his face between her legs, working her clit relentlessly now, giving her no mercy.

"I can’t... I’m going to... ahh~"

Her whole body went rigid. Her back arched off the table. Her mouth opened but no sound came out at first, just a silent scream. Then it hit her.

"Fuck! Oh god! Uhhn~!"

Wetness gushed against Alex’s face, more than before, soaking his chin and cheeks. Her thighs clamped around his head and her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, wave after wave of it rolling through her.

Alex kept his tongue moving through it all, gentler now, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from her climax.

When her thighs finally relaxed, when her breathing started to slow down from those desperate gasps, he pulled back.

His face was completely soaked. Her wetness dripped down his chin.

Amara sat there on the table, her chest heaving, eyes unfocused and dazed. Several seconds passed before she seemed to come back to herself, before awareness returned to her eyes.

She looked at him, at his wet face, and a slow smile spread across her lips.

"Not bad, Mercer."

"Just not bad?"

"Don’t fish for compliments." She slid off the table, her legs still slightly unsteady but she recovered quickly. "What was my time?"

Alex pulled out his phone, checking the timer he’d started. "Seven minutes and forty-three seconds."

"Eight minutes," Amara said immediately.

"It was seven forty-three."

"We’re rounding up. Eight minutes." There was that confident tone again, the one that said she was used to getting her way.

Alex smiled and put his phone away. "Fine. Eight minutes."

"Good." Her hand shot out and grabbed the front of his uniform. She pulled him toward her, then pushed. Hard.

Alex’s back hit the table.

"Now it’s my turn," Amara said, dropping to her knees in front of him. "And I’m going to beat that time."

Her hands went immediately to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced efficiency. Then she moved to the button and zipper of his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear in one smooth motion.

His cock sprang free, already hard and thick, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

Amara looked at it for a moment, then up at him. Her expression was focused, determined. This was a competition now, and she intended to win.

"Ready?" she asked.

"When you are...."

Before he could finish the sentence, her mouth was on him.

"Fuck!"