“Oh, fuck,” she exhales sharply, swaying her hips from side to side as if she had no idea what to do with her body. Lucky for her, I know exactly what to do with her body (or, rather, what to do to her body).
I move the ice cube down and around my fingers, brushing it against her pussy lips, and then I simply throw it to the side, leaving it to melt over the sheets of her bed.
“Let’s get serious,” I tell her as I start fingering her fast, my fingers hitting her G-spot over and over again. She arches her back, straining against the tie binding her hands, and I run my free hand over her stomach and take it to her breasts. There, I take one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger and I start pinching it. I let the pressure grow with each passing second, and I never blink as I look at her face, registering the way the expression in her face starts to change.
“Oh, God, that’s… Oh…” She moans, the pain darting from her nipple making her lips curl as they try to express the way that pain is turning into pleasure. “OH!” She yelps as I press her rosy tip even harder, sliding one more finger inside her pussy at the same time. I’m stretching her wide now, fingering her with the same intensity I’d be able to bring if, instead of three fingers, I had my cock buried deep inside of her.
“Tristan, I’m gonna --” She starts to say, but she never gets to finish her sentence. Before she can do it, her whole body tenses up, and she has no other option but to hiss through her gritted teeth and prepare for the incoming avalanche of pleasure. She comes so hard that I can almost see the orgasm raging through her body, thunder and lighting raging under her skin. When she finally stops hissing, her muscles are still twitching hard, as if all that electric pleasure was running up and down her body at the speed of light.
“Oh, that was amazing,” she breathes out, collapsing on the mattress and taking deep breaths, a few beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. With a smile, I lean forward and, sliding one hand under the back of her head, I undo the knot of the tie, taking it from her eyes. She blinks hard and, as she adjusts to the light in the room, I undo the knots on her wrists. The moment she’s free, she sits up on the bed and reaches for me right away, placing one hand around my neck and pulling me in, her lips looking for my own.
“Your mouth,” I find myself saying as we pull from each other, my cock twitching and aching to feel her tongue once more. Grinning at my words, she slides down from the bed and kneels down on the floor, looking up at me with inviting eyes.
“It’s right here,” she purrs, sticking her tongue out. I follow after her and, the moment I’m standing up over her naked body, she curls her fingers around my shaft and dives into me at once. She bobs her head back and forth at a relentless pace, and I rest my hands on her head; this time, though, I let her dictate the rhythm.
“Fuck…” I whisper, more to myself than to her. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and just savor the way her lips roll up and down my shaft. Fuck, she really knows how to use her perfect little mouth…
Still with her lips wrapped around my cock, she starts to move her hand up and down my shaft, and I feel on the verge of cumming. I tangle my fingers on her hair and stop her from moving; gritting my teeth, I exhale sharply and let a violent shiver go up my spine. At the same time, my cock spasms and I feel the cum rushing through me and onto her mouth, almost as if I were some kind of human geyser.
I keep holding her while I cum, filling her mouth with my seed. There are strands of cum already dripping down from her lips and into her chin, but I don’t give a fuck - I keep cumming inside her mouth, even though it’s already brimming with my juices.
Once I’m finally done, I le
t go of her head and, moving slowly, start to slide my cock out of her mouth. When it finally pops out, she looks up at me and opens her mouth, showing me her full mouth like the bad girl she is. I grin at her, my heart racing inside my chest as if I just finished an ultramarathon.
I place two fingers under her chin and make her close her mouth. “Swallow. All of it,” I command her and, obedient, she does it. Satisfaction rushes through me as I watch the muscles in her throat move, my cum going down through it. Her chin is glistening from the cum there, and a few drops are already making their way toward her neck and cleavage.
“You missed these,” I whisper, scooping up the cum dripping down her neck with two fingers. I press them against her skin and move them up the curve of her jaw, strands of cum hanging from my fingers. I never take my eyes off hers as I press these two fingers against her mouth, watching as she parts her lips and rolls her lips down my fingers, sucking on them hard.
She keeps my fingers inside her mouth until they’re completely dry, and that’s when I slide them out. Only then do I realize that I was holding my breath as she sucked the cum off my fingers, my mind still not functioning at full speed.
“Why didn’t you do it? Why didn’t you... You know,” she says, expecting me to decode the meaning behind her words. Pulling her against me, I lead her to the bed and then fall back; we collapse on the mattress at the same time, that afterglow of pleasure covering both our bodies.
“I want it to be perfect,” I reply, the words popping into my mouth out of nowhere. God, I sound like a woman right now. Who the hell says stuff like this? Thing is… It’s the truth.
I want it to be perfect.
For her.
38
Megan
I walk into media room early the next morning and look around, surprised to find that I’m all alone. When I heard the call over the speaker in my room to come down for a message, I figured there was some kind of announcement for all of us. But no. It’s just me.
I sit on the couch and wait, and after a few minutes, the flat screen on the wall comes on. Instead of seeing Chase’s face as usual, it’s Maya.
Weird. Normally if she wanted to talk to me, she would just pull me into the bathroom like she always does. I wonder what this is about.
I don’t have to wait long to find out.
“Good morning, Megan,” she says, and I can tell instantly that this is a recorded message. She sounds like whatever she is saying is more scripted, not a conversation like we’d normally have.
I frown and lean back into the soft cushions. What could she have to say that she can’t tell me in person?
“I hope you’ve had a chance to talk to both Tristan and Madden, as well as taken some time to think about what you really want. The finale is tonight, and you have to make a decision.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. This is nothing I don’t already know. And it’s the main reason I was already up when I got the call to come down here. I was barely able to sleep from the anxiety and stress.