“Jesus,” I whisper silently, opening my eyes and breathing in deeply. Ready to finish him off, I grip his cock tightly and I prepare to dive into him with my mouth open when he stops. He places his hands on my hips and forces me to roll to the side, turning around as he does it.
He goes to his feet and pulls me after him, bending over and grabbing me by the wrist. I let him pull me up, and then he presses his body fast against mine, pushing me back and pinning me against the wall once more. With both his hands on my wrists, he forces me to lift up my arms and he pins them above my head.
I look into his eyes, taking in all the hunger flickering there, and I almost give in to the desire prickling my mind.
Two words.
I just have to say two words and my body will have what it needs. I just need to say ‘fuck me’ and, before I even know what’s happening, he’ll bury that huge cock inside my pussy and fuck me mercilessly. That’s what my body wants, that’s what my heart and soul want… But my mind says ‘no’, a smudge of rationality still stopping me from ruining the whole thing.
I can’t give in to Malcolm this easily. Not when there’s so much at stake.
And still, my body fights back against my mind. I crane my neck and crush my lips against Malcolm’s, kissing him with the urgency of someone that’s about to lose control. I feel his fingers loosening the pressure on my wrists and I escape from his hold, taking one hand straight to his cock and wrapping my fingers around it.
With my other hand on his waist, I pull him into me and lift one leg slightly up, locking it behind his lower leg. I take my hand out from his waist and hike my dress up to my waist again, baring my pussy; angling his cock, I brush his tip against my drenched folds and grit my teeth, feeling as if I’m walking over the edge of a blade.
I’m so close to snapping, so close to surrender… And yet, I can’t.
“Just say the word, Athena,” he whispers, running one hand through my hair. I hear his strong deep voice wrapping itself around my brain, poisoning my rationality, and I almost let him inside of me.
“No,” I tell him, sighing heavily as the rational part of me somehow wins the battle against my dark side.
“You’re going to be the end of me, Athena,” Malcolm sighs, and I can feel some of the tension leaving his body. He was ready for it, his soul burning as he waited to hear an ‘yes’ coming out of my mouth.
“I know,” I whisper back at him, letting go of the hem of my dress and allowing the fabric to cover my naked skin again. Still, even though I might not fuck him… That doesn’t mean I’m through with him.
I go down to my knees, my hands sliding down his body, and I take my open mouth straight into his cock, allowing his long inches inside of me. I curl my fingers around Malcolm’s shaft at the same time and start sucking and stroking in tandem, his cock already twitching between my lips.
It doesn’t take him long. He was so intent on fucking me that his cock was already primed for a mind shattering orgasm.
Next thing I know, a violent spasm takes over his whole shaft and I feel the warmness of his seed take over my mouth. Gushing his load into me, he fills up my mouth faster than I expected, and thick strands of semen escape from between my lips and start dripping down the length of his shaft, pooling down around the base of his cock.
r /> I keep my mouth on his cock as he empties his balls, and I only dare to roll my lips back when I feel that his orgasm has finally come to an end. Moving slowly, I take my mouth off his cock and fall back, sitting up on the floor. Then, feeling my body weaker than I expect, I throw myself back and collapse on the tile floor as my chest rises and falls fast, Malcolm’s cum still filling my mouth.
Following after me, Malcolm goes does to his knees and then climbs on top of me, his body pressing down on mine. He looks into my eyes and offers me one of his heart-melting smiles. I smile back at him, enjoying the way his lips (and, really, almost his whole face) still glistens from my pussy juices.
“Ah, fuck it, c’mere,” he says all of a sudden, placing one hand under my neck and forcing my head up. At the same time, he leans into me and crushes his mouth on mine, using his tongue to open up my lips. Sliding his tongue inside my mouth, he swirls it around my own, playing with his own cum at the same time.
When he pulls back from me, there’s cum dripping down both our chins, and the wickedness of the whole situation makes me laugh. I can’t believe I’m laying down on the floor of the Met after being eaten out and having a guy like Malcolm cum inside my mouth. On the ranking of crazy things I did, this surely takes the top spot.
Looking into Malcolm’s eyes, I then purse my lips and just swallow his load, smiling as I feel his saltiness sliding down my throat. Running one hand through my hair, he takes his other hand to my lips and brushes his thumb over my mouth, scooping up the stray beads of cum hanging there.
Never taking his eyes off of mine, he takes his cum coated finger to my mouth and has me lick it dry. I do it willingly, my mind still struggling to comprehend what we’ve done. I still can’t believe it, you know? I mean, this is the Met, not some shady bar where you can sneak off to the bathroom with some tall handsome stranger!
“I never knew the Met could be this interesting,” I find myself saying, a bright laugh on my lips.
“Art is always interesting,” he laughs back at me, and I just close my eyes for a moment and try to imprint the moment into my mind.
This is one of these moments I know will become a treasured memory.
Ah, Malcolm, what are you doing to me?
12
Athena
“C’mon … let it out. I know that smile,” Julia tells me, pushing another martini into my hand. I take it hesitantly, and then just swirl it around, playing with the green olive floating inside the glass.
“What are you talking about?” I ask her, but even my tone of voice is betraying me right now. Julia can see through me as if she had put a listening device inside my brain; it’s impossible to lie to her.