Red & Blue - Page 10

“Yes,” I merely say, unconsciously licking my lips. Wordlessly, he rests his hands on my hips and leans in, my eyelids drooping as he presses his mouth against mine. Lips on lips, I feel sparks of pleasure jumping from his body into mine, and before I even realize it, he has me pinned against the wall, his body pressed against mine.

His hands go around my waist and down to my ass, his long fingers cupping my ass over the tight fabric of my dress. Pulling me into him, I let him lift me up and lace my legs around his lower back. He bites on my lower lip, his teeth pulling on it gently, and I feel a soft moan climbing up my throat.

I throw my head back, running my hands through his curls as his lips go down to my neck, his pearly white teeth nibbling at my skin. Holding me close, he takes one step back and ambles deeper inside the room, placing me down on the soft mattress. I open my eyes and look into his, uncontrollable desire flickering there.

Judging by the hardness in the corner of his eyes I half-expect him to simply rip the dress off of me, but that’s not what he does: standing up tall, he simply looks down at my eager body, his eyes wandering over my curves as if he were reading a map. I stare back, the way his shirt delineates the contour of his muscles pulling me deeper into a trance of desire.

“I had to come,” he says, towering over me as if he weren’t a man but a God. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And now here you are.”

“Here I am,” I repeat after him, the way the words roll off of my lips making my heart feel tight against my chest. I came to New Kingston on work, and he just threw everything into disarray… What we’re doing is as wrong as wrong could ever be, and I couldn’t be any happier. I’m not one to shrug off my responsibilities, but something in him choked the rational part of me, forcing the primal desires I hold in chains to come up to the surface.

He leans into me as if he were to kiss me, but he stops before his lips touch mine. His fingers slide up the nape of my neck and he tangles them in my hair, yanking and forcing me to throw my head back, his eyes locked on mine.

“How bad do you want it, Vivian? How bad do you want to feel my cock inside of you?” he murmurs, my heart beating so fast I’m afraid it might burst.

“Not as bad as you want it,” I tell him, my lips curling into a defiant smile. I know that, eventually, I’ll surrender to him in every possible way… But if he wants to dominate, he’s going to have to earn it. He yanks harder on my hair and I gasp, eager to feel his body pressed against mine once more.

“We’ll see,” he simply replies, slowly letting go of my hair, his fingers sliding down my neck. Casting his long shadow over me, he looks imposing, dominant, and… irresistible. I lick my lips, the flavor of his mouth still lingering there, and I let my eyes wander down from his chest to his crotch. My heart tightens some more, the contour of his cock against his pants stoking the fire that burns inside of me: it’s bigger than any cock I have ever seen, and I feel my pussy clenching as I imagine what it’s going to feel like when he slides it deep inside of me. Slowly, I raise my hand, reaching for his cock with outstretched fingers, but he catches my wrist before I can touch him, forcing me to stop.

“No,” he says, the hard tone of his voice making my blood boil. “Your dress, take it off,” he commands me, peeling his fingers off my wrist and stepping back.

“I’ll do whatever I --” I start, reaching for his crotch again. He moves quicker than I could ever do, grabbing me by the wrist and pinning me down between the mattress and his body.

“You’ll do what I tell you to do,” he says, the words coming out firm and steady, no r

oom there for me to defy him. “And you’ll thank me for it.” His hard eyes on mine once again, we battle for higher ground; I succumb easily, desire trumping everything else.

“I’ll do… what you tell me to,” I whisper as he goes back up to his feet, a pleased smile dawning on his lips.

“Good. Now your dress. Take it off.” This time I don’t reply; I simply take my fingers to my shoulders, grabbing the fabric there and slowly pushing the straps down my shoulders. My eyes never leave his as the dress falls down to my waist, my lace black bra revealing itself to him. As he takes in my chest’s tanned skin and the smooth curve of my breasts, I hook my fingers on my dress and raise my ass up from the mattress, pushing the fabric down my legs. His eyes follow the movement of my hands, tracing a downward line toward my waist and legs, and lingering for a while on my tiny lace thong.

I’m wet now, even wetter than when our lips touched for the first time. I never had anyone bossing me around like this… And I can’t help but submit, my body anxious to follow the commands of a man like him.

“Don’t stop,” he tells me, his voice still steady but betraying the raging desire that runs through his veins. “Your bra—take if off.” I take my fingers behind my back and unclasp my bra, the cups drooping over my breasts as I slide the straps down my shoulders. Taking it off, a shiver goes up my spine as I feel the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples, the rosy tips eager to feel his touch. I look at his crotch, the outline of his cock even bigger than before as he looks at my tits.

“Even better than what I imagined…” he whispers with a hungry grin, taking a step toward me. His fingers on my hair again, he forces my head back, his lips brushing against the warm skin on my neck. He goes down to my chest, softly hiking up my right breast with his mouth; parting his lips slightly, he wraps them around my pointed nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I close my eyes, suddenly feeling dizzy; a pleasant warm numbness spreads from his mouth into me, filling every single fiber in my body with a blind need for his cock.

His lips go down to the hollow between my breasts, and then up to the left one. I shiver again, his lips around my nipple as he presses down on it with his tongue. My pussy wetter than ever, I run my hands through his hair, disheveling it; unconsciously, I sway my hips from side to side, the wet fabric of the thong sticking to my pussy. I’m trying hard not to lose control, but it’s getting harder and harder to do.

Suddenly, Liam lets go of my nipples, standing up in front of me again. His face alight with deviousness, he runs the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, thinking of his next words.

“Do you want my cock, Vivian?” he asks me, my eyes immediately darting to his crotch just in time to see the bulging there pulsing and straining against the fabric of his pants, every inch of it calling to me. Looking up at him, I simply nod.

“Please.” I wanted to say ‘yes’, but the desire that burns inside of me bypassed the filter in my brain.

“Take my belt off,” he says, and my hands respond before my brain has had the time to process his words. I reach for him with trembling fingers, slowly unbuckling his belt and sliding it out of its loops. The leather against the palm of my hand, I let the belt slide down my fingers and onto the floor, my now empty hands waiting for his commands. “Go on,” he urges me, not bothering to be specific. He knows exactly what I want to do.

I start to unbutton his pants with careful deliberate movements, holding my breath as his tight boxer briefs come into sight, the thick contour of his pulsing cock making my head spin. As I undo the last button, I open my hand and reach for the bulging in his boxers, stopping just an inch away from it; I hesitate, afraid and fully knowing that I might lose all semblance of control the moment I touch him.

I sigh and go for it, telling the consequences to go to hell as my fingertips gently touch the shape under his boxers. I trace the contour of his cock in a upward line, only stopping when I meet the hem of his underwear; hooking my fingers there, I pull it down, sending both pants and boxers to his knees as his hard cock jumps into sight.

Instinctively, I curl my fingers around his pulsing cock, my insides burning as I realize I can barely grab it using just one hand: he’s the biggest I have ever seen—12 inches at least—and he has a matching thickness to his length.

I look up at him, almost as if I want—or need—his approval, and I find his devious grin at once. Breathing in through my slightly parted lips, I open my hand and move my fingers down his cock, feeling his hard shaft under my fingertips. I caress him like that for a few seconds, tracing the way from his root to his tip, a hint of precum already glistening there. God, how can everything on him be this perfect?

“Your mouth,” he says with a confident grin. “I want it.” He doesn’t need to say it twice; the moment his words reach my brain I’m already leaning in, my heart pounding so hard I can barely think straight.

I fit my lips against his glans, slowly rolling them down until I feel his soft tip pushing down on my tongue. Placing my hands on his waist, I let them go around his body and I hook my fingers on his firm ass; pulling him in, I close my eyes as his shaft slides deep inside my mouth. I have to open my mouth wide, and still it remains hard to have my mouth around his girth. But I don’t let his size be a limitation to what I can or can’t do. In fact, it’s pretty much the opposite. Feeling my mouth full with his pulsing desire, I struggle even harder to have every single inch of him inside of me.

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