Taking the Lead(54)

When I did realize it she was nearing the crown, but then she began working her way down the other side and I switched to just repeating her name a million different ways. Fast, slow, breathless, rising in pitch, dropping in pitch, hopeful, like a growl  …

She moved to giving butterfly licks all over the head of my prick, as if cleaning it of the entire coating of pre-come, making me repeat her name faster and faster, and then essentially screaming it as she closed her delightfully wet, hot mouth over the whole thing.

Oh fuck!

I was coming before I could stop it, before I could say anything. She clamped on and took the first couple of spurts directly into her mouth before it became too much and she pulled off with a cough, but her hand kept pumping me and milking me until I had ceased shuddering and mewling like a cat. When I was done I yawned and stretched like one, too.

Ricki wiped her mouth on the loose pillowcase and then settled on her knees near my head.

"That was a good start," I said, and I think that caught her off guard. I grinned wickedly. "A very, very good start. Now climb up here and keep me busy until I can get it up again."


RICKI

I climbed astride Axel, wondering what I was going to do next. He shifted position, bending one leg and seating my sopping pussy against his thigh while sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

He let it go long enough to say, "I want you to rub one out on my leg."

"You mean come?"

"Or fake it so well I can't tell the difference," he said with an evil grin.

"What did you mean earlier when you said I was a better actress than I thought?"

He toyed with my wet nipple with his fingers. "You really had me convinced you were an ice queen. That that was the real Ricki."

"It's not," I said. "But I can't let the world see the real me."

"I don't care what you show the world, Ricki Hamilton, so long as I'm the one who gets to see the real you. In fact, I like that thought. I'm the only one who gets to do this." He wiggled a knuckle against my clit and jiggled his leg.

"Oh fuck," I said, vibrating with the motion. "How do you think of these things?"

He turned his attention to my other nipple then, licking it and nuzzling. "I'm going to make this hurt a little, Ricki."

I swallowed. "Okay."

"The closer you come to coming, though, the less it'll hurt. You know that, right?"

"I believe you," I said, rubbing myself a little harder against his leg. I don't think I'd ever been that wet before.

"So if you don't like the pain, you've got the antidote."

"Am I allowed to come?" I asked.

He grinned as if the question itself pleased him. "Yes. In fact, we might not stop until you do."

"Might?"

"I reserve the right to change my mind, of course."

"Of cour-" I yelped as he latched onto my nipple like a lamprey, suckling so hard that I could feel his teeth.

Those wicked teeth. I rubbed against him, trying to soothe the ache he was making. He switched to trapping my nipple between his teeth and torturing the nub with the tip of his tongue. And he would vary the pressure, ramping it up until it felt like it was going to be too much and then backing off. All the while I bucked and ground against him.



       
         
       
        

He switched to the other breast, this time biting the side. He had his lips over his teeth but it still hurt like a motherfucker and I snaked my own hand between my legs, desperate to sweeten the sensation.

But he was right: the closer to orgasm I got, the less like pain it felt, or the less I minded it. Eventually I was moving so much, bucking so hard as I got close, he couldn't keep his mouth on me and he switched to pinching my nipples with his fingers.

"Come on, Ricki. Come for me now, darling."

"Trying," I gasped out. So close, so close! But it was like now that the pressure was on, it was hard to get all the way there.

"You know me," he said, increasing the pressure on my nipples, then backing off again and pulling on them in time with my bucking. "I don't give up. Well, unless you say you really really mean 'no,' of course."

"No," I said, "I mean, yes, I don't mean no. I'll get there, oh God, Axel  …  yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Something finally flipped in Axel when I came, I think. He had been holding himself back the whole time, keeping something in reserve maybe, but when I came, he held me against him and kept rubbing me even after I'd pulled my own hand away.

"Again, Ricki, again. Come on."

All I could do was moan. His bent knuckle fit perfectly against my clit and I screamed into the pillow next to his head as he set me off again.

Before that one had even faded he had flipped me onto my back, grinding his thigh against me and then sliding downward until he had planted his face firmly between my legs. One finger was immediately tugging the swollen pleasure spot inside me while his tongue attacked my clit relentlessly.

I screamed again, utterly ecstatic but utterly spent as the third orgasm in as many minutes exploded outward like a supernova of heat.

I was limp and panting and his finger was still inside me, moving slowly now, I thought, because he was milking the last of the orgasm from me. But no, he was only waiting until I caught my breath.

"Those orgasms were for you," he said, as he raised his head and looked up my body. "These next three are for me."

"Three!"

He nodded with evil glee on his face. "It's only fair."

"I'm not even sure I can come again."

"It just might take a while," he said, and buried his tongue in my folds once more.

It did not take long at all for the next one. With two fingers in me now, he amazed me by finding tight spots that still needed release. His fingers and his tongue worked in time to coax another one out of me.

But then I hit a plateau where that combination of fingers and tongue was no longer working. He folded me in half then, pushing my knees up to my shoulders and holding them there while his tongue dug around for another angle. 

My cries sounded loud in my ears even though I couldn't breathe well in that position. My thighs echoed the sound back to me.

His tongue felt like a nail file now-rough, stabbing at my clit. And yet my arousal continued to rise despite the torture. Or maybe because of it. Maybe that was the point. My cries turned to screams of desperation as I hovered on the edge of being able to come, as if I was stretched on a medieval torture rack, strung out with no relief.

But I wanted to come. For him. Not because I needed to. Because he wanted me to. Because it was for his pleasure.

My screams had turned to the word "please" over and over. Not "please stop" but more like a general plea to God or the universe to make it happen. I'd given everything I could and if another orgasm was going to happen it was going to have to come from somewhere else. A miracle.

And then Axel slipped a completely slick finger into my ass and I suddenly felt the quickening, the tightening, the rising that meant I was going to peak again.

I screamed so hard that when it stopped-when the orgasm faded enough for me to feel the rest of my body-I could tell I'd made my throat sore.

Axel loomed above me, licking his lips, backlit by the bright overhead light in the middle of the room. "One more, Ricki. One more."

I reached up and put a hand over the one of his that was still holding my leg in place. "Please  … ?" I tried.

"Please what, love?" He leaned over and planted one tender kiss on my mouth. "You're allowed to beg, you know."

"Please, this time, when I come for you, can you  … " It made no sense that I was blushing now and embarrassed to say this, given all we'd done and all he'd seen. Yet somehow that didn't matter: asking for his cock had suddenly made me selfconscious. "I  …  I need you inside me," I whispered.

"Because I'm your human dildo?" he asked.

"No! No. Because  …  if I'm yours  …  I just  … " I tried to catch my breath but in this position that was impossible. "I can't explain it."

"It's all right, Ricki. I can." He shifted us onto our sides so that my bent leg was hooked over his hip. "You want me to take you."

"I want to give you what's yours," I said, looking into his eyes. "Inside and out. Maybe it sounds stupid-"

"It doesn't."

"But you're  …  you're right. I need you to take me. I need you to possess me-yes, like a demon! Controlling my fears, making me lust, taking away my inhibitions. I  …  I don't know why I can't do it myself. I need you."

He nuzzled my ear. "Stop worrying about why. Just accept that it is."

"I haven't been the same since the night of the awards," I said. "Something broke loose that can't be put back."

"It's all right, Ricki. I'm here," he said, shifting on top of me.

"You said it yourself that night." I wrapped my legs around him as he rubbed his cock up and down. I could feel it hardening against me. "You own my pleasure. You own this." I ground against him.

"I intend to take good care of it," he said. "And you."