The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

The bed hit my back and his hands found my wrists before I finished landing, pinning both arms above my head.

One large hand wrapped around my wrists, his body looking over mine.

"This wasn’t the agreement," I whispered, a teasing grin on my lips.

Was it bad that I enjoyed the way his breathing turned laboured, his ridged abs flexing with each breath he took.

God, after that night in Boston I had wanted this to happen again so bad, not even little Bobby could ease the ache in my cunt these days.

My eyes fell on the tent in his pants and since I couldn’t move my hands, I raised a knee and brushed against his straining cock.

"Fuck," He cursed, gripping my wrists even tighter. With a ragged growl, he grabbed my dress by the hem with his free hand, dragging it up my body and over my head in one motion.

He tossed it somewhere in the golden-lit room. The cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered, aware that his hungry eyes were devouring my tits.

His mouth hit my breasts and every single proper thought in my head melted into nothing.

I bit down on the sound that threatened to slip.

His tongue dragged over my nipple slowly, torturing me. He knew exactly what he was doing to me from that gleam in his eyes when my body shot up as he bit down on my nipple.

"Ares!" My whole body jerked. The moan that climbed my throat died behind my sealed lips. I had to stay quiet, god, I had to. I couldn’t afford to mess this up. He already fucked me outside this club twice!

His mouth moved to the other breast and he took his time there too. Sucking and grazing, flicking my sore sensitive nipple with his tongue.

My thighs shook and my cunt clenched. My pussy got soaked and instinctively I spread my legs wider, needing him close.

His knee pushed between my thighs and pressed up against my sopping wet cunt.

Oh god!

Hot maddening pleasure shot up my cunt, straight to my head making me dizzy.

"Ares," I whimpered, writhing under his grip and rolling my hips against his knee. His thigh was solid and warm through his trousers. I was soaking through my underwear, drenching his pants while he rocked that knee over my swollen pussy lips.

Fuck yes, harder. More.

His mouth stayed on my tits, biting and sucking and palming them roughly while I humped his knee shamelessly, keeping when his teeth pulled at my nipple.

My hips ground harder, my pussy quivered when he dropped a hand between us and slid a finger roughly over my clit.

"Oh fuck fuck!" I cried when he slapped my clit hard, making my eyes cross in pleasure and pain.

He gave a low growl, pinching my pussy lips together before flicking my clit one more time. His knee pushed up, more pressure, more friction on my cunt. His thigh flexed as I rode it. Stars pricked at the corners of my eyes.

"I’m gonna cum," I cried, my wrists pulling against his grip.

My lower belly tightened, my whole body arched, chasing the pressure, chasing the orgasm building hotly, rising and ready to explode.

His mouth dragged up my chest, to my throat,licking and kissing his way up to my jaw.

I turned my face away instinctively.

His hand released my wrists and grabbed my jaw instead, turning my face back toward him.

"Look at me," He hissed. "I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you cum. Raise your legs, Aphrodite,"

My thighs were still shaking but I obeyed, pushing my knees back towards my chest, spreading them wider.

He released my jaw and straightened, his eyes dragging down my body in a way that made my skin feel like it was on fire. His hands went to his trousers and I watched, chest heaving, completely unable to look away as he shoved them down.

His cock jutted out in the air and a shudder ripped through me. Oh god, I would avoid him later, I promise, I would. I had to get that dick into my cunt or I’d die of a freaking blue cunt.

He settled back over me and when his knee pushed back between my thighs I gasped at the difference. His hot, tight skin against my sensitive drenched pussy. I screamed when he pressed harder, actually rutting his knee against my cunt, fucking me with it.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me exactly where he wanted me while he rubbed that fucking thigh against my pink wet gash.

"Ares... fuck, oh fuck!" I wailed as my orgasm rammed through me and humped his knee harder.

My lower belly coiled tighter, my fingers clawed at the sheets as the orgasm crashed through me and I shattered. My thighs clamped around his knee instinctively and he let me ride out every shameless second of it.

His fingers found the edge of my mask and my entire body went rigid.

"Wait-"

The mask got yanked off my face with a rip, taking some of my hair with it. The cool air of the room hit my face. My eyes went wide and my hand flew up to snatch it from his grip but he held the mask away from me.

No. This... this had to be one of my dreams. One of my fucking nightmares, Finnegan Wolfe wasn’t staring at my face right now. Oh, FUCKKKK!!!!

His green eyes glazed over my face, the desire in them rapidly disappearing and changing into...anger.

Pure, boiling anger.

My stomach coiled in fear, and for a minute the only thing I could hear was the sound of my heart beating wildly. I scrambled on the bed to sit up, my lips parting and closing as realization dawned on me like cold water.

I had been caught.

He picked my dress off the floor where he had flung it and dropped it on the bed, his eyes fixed on me in an icy glare.

"Get dressed, Miss Kellerman."