Trust Me(27)

"Matty," she mumbled, tossing her head against the pillow. "Please, I…"

Don't look at the clock. Don't look at the clock. It didn't matter. All that mattered was Kayla and trying to read where she was at. Close, maybe, but not close enough that I was willing to risk all the progress I'd made by pushing it.

I worked my thumbs over her again, delving a little deeper and then groaning as the lace grew wet. Faster then, up and down, tracing that cleft, urging her to lift her hips a little so I could nudge her clit with the heels of my hands.

She was rocking then, riding my thumbs in a jerky rhythm and her catchy breaths became whimpers of frustration. "Please, Matty. I can't."

She could. I had no fucking doubt now, and the need to see it, to watch her face as she came apart in my hands consumed me.

"Roll over," I bit out through gritted teeth.

She shifted and rolled to her side. Her chest was heaving as she stared down at me through glassy eyes, so dark with need they looked almost black. "What if…”

"Shut up," I growled, tugging her legs wide for me again. "Don't talk. Don't think. Just close your eyes and feel."

I tugged her panties down her legs, and tossed them aside. I almost took the shoes off, but the most twisted part of me wanted to feel them digging into my back when she came. I'd be dreaming about those shoes for the next six months.

She was still staring down at me when I settled between her thighs again. I wanted her to feel comfortable but I had to see it. I looked down to see a narrow strip of red fire pointed straight to the sweet spot and I swallowed hard, needing a second to calm the fuck down.

I could feel a drop of cum leak out and I knew that the moment of opportunity was now. I had to make her come with my mouth because if I got inside her now, I'd never make it. My balls were already near bursting, the pressure and need to come so strong, one hard thrust and I'd be toast.

I took a long shuddering breath and opened my eyes again. Beautiful. The prettiest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. Creamy skin, plump lips already glistening for me. I swallowed hard and spread those lips open, baring her swollen pink clit. I tried to take it slow. To keep my shit together, but something clicked inside me and I lost it. On a muffled curse, I dove forward and closed my lips around it, nearly drowning in the sweet taste, the warm, woman smell of her. She let out a yelp as I massaged her clit with my tongue, flexing against the bed, desperate for something to relieve the ache in my cock. She bucked beneath me and I sucked harder, working her faster until her fingers clutched at my shoulders like talons.

"Matty, oh god." Her hips started to bounce and I switched gears, pulling back to lap at her gently, flicking lightly before rubbing again. Her broken gasps became sobs and she grabbed the back of my head.

"I can't. It's right there and I can't," she whimpered.

I knew how she felt, but her words didn't deter me. I stroked her with two fingers now as I worked her with my tongue, and then slid them inside her, firm and deep. When she screamed my name, it was so hot, the relief and excitement so sharp, I almost came myself. Her thighs clamped around my head, her whole body bucked and shook. I wanted to lift my head up, to watch her face, but I also wanted her to keep going…to ring every last second of sensation from it.

By the time it was over, I was a mass of need. It clawed at me, taking over all my senses and leaving nothing behind but an ache so thick it sucked the breath from my lungs. I covered up quickly and then positioned myself above her, flexing my hips, groaning the second her molten heat touched the head of my cock. I bent low and pressed my forehead against hers, and pressed down, driving my pelvis forward, plunging my stiff cock into her already tightening pussy.

She didn't say anything, but her whole body quaked and I could feel the pounding of her heart against mine.

"Okay?"

She nodded frantically and slid her legs around my hips pulling me deeper. The move tore a groan from me as her wet channel closed over me, squeezing like an unseen hand, dragging me closer to the edge.

"Try to stay still, babe," I begged, so close to coming I could feel the hot liquid pooling in my balls, locked and ready to fire, but not wanting it to be over yet.

"I can't stay still," she gasped. "Move. You have to move now!" Her voice broke and she cried out as I pulled back and slid home again in one long stroke.

"It's happening again," she whispered, her hands spasming on my hips. "Don't stop."

I pulled back and thrust again, fighting off the impending orgasm with every trick I knew. Steady, deep strokes, slow and then more quickly as I blocked out her cries and recited my times tables. Not thinking about that wet, sucking drag of her body. Ignoring the way her nipples branded my chest with every thrust. Pretending like the scream building in her throat wasn't the best sound I'd ever heard.