Sordid (Sordid 1)

I swallowed a breath. It was about to be nine seventeen. He waited until the clock struck the new minute, and descended on me.

Five minutes. At first I thought it wasn’t enough time to allow myself to enjoy it enough to get off. I’d had to throw out my mantra and start over, telling myself how much I did like his touch. But as his tongue glided over me, massaging the nub that held most of my pleasure, I began to worry five minutes was too much time.

Could I fake my orgasm? Would he be able to tell if I did? And what if I came too early, could I stay silent as the sensations gripped me?

He started slow, licking me gently in one long stroke. It made my legs shudder. He repeated it, this time with more pressure, and I bit back a soft moan. I didn’t need to persuade myself this felt good. His mouth was very convincing.

As he increased his pace, my hands balled into fists on the sheets beneath me.

His gaze was on me, watching how I fought my body. I forced my back not to arch, and refused to shift to a position to make his mouth line up where it would feel even better than it did already. But his gaze, like mine, would occasionally drift to the clock, checking to see how much longer.

“I could eat this pussy all day long,” Luka mumbled. He sucked my clit into his mouth. Teeth were involved, and I bowed off the bed with a cry. It hurt, but in a good, surprising way. The sensation had me sweating.

When I had less than two minutes left, fear whispered at me. You won’t make it, and he’s going to punish you. My eyebrows tugged together in concentration. I couldn’t think like that. I focused on the heat his tongue generated, and didn’t restrain my moan. It was long and sounded like a plea, and . . . it turned me on. The sound of my own voice filled with pleasure carried me upward, causing another moan.

“Fuck, yes,” he urged. He glanced at the clock and back to me, writhing beneath him. His faint smile was sinister. “You seem to like it too much. Maybe I should stop.”

My muscles tensed. “No!” I said, far too desperate sounding. “No.” The second one was calm, but filled with worry. If he stopped, I’d never meet his ridiculous goal.

Desire, mixed with victory, painted his face. “You want me to fuck you with my mouth?”

Oh, how quickly he’d turned the tables on me. He’d left me with no choice. “Yes. Please.”

His hands curled around my thighs and held me tight as his mouth closed over my clit. His tongue slid around and fluttered, occasionally slipping down to dip all the way inside. I groaned and burrowed my hands in my hair, then hurried to check the clock.

Forty seconds left. I was getting close. In fact, if he stayed right where he was, I’d just need to hold back the orgasm until it was time. My breath had gone ragged and I was still squirming, but his hands held me open to his invasive, seductive tongue.

Then, it was gone.

Luka hovered above, his lips wet and breathing hard. His face was faintly flushed, and his expression wild. He looked gorgeous.

“Please,” I whimpered. There was twenty seconds left, and he’d ceased all action, leaving me right at the precipice. I put my hand on his head and pressed downward, signaling what I needed. “Luka, please.”

But he ignored me and held fast, his powerful eyes staring at me in a challenge.

Chapter

Fifteen

There were only ten seconds left, but forget it. I wasn’t going to fail this test, not when Luka had gotten me ninety-five percent of the way there. He hadn’t said how I was going to come, or who was responsible for getting me off, so he’d forced my hand. Literally. My face burned with humiliation as I set my fingertips on my clit and began to rub in tight circles.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this in front of him. It was so intimate and private, and it was as if he’d stripped me bare of my decency, forcing the raw, carnal version of myself out onto a stage. Luka’s eyes flooded with desire, turning into dark pools of lust. He seemed fascinated and excited to watch the show.

I was panting as I glanced at the clock a final time. Three seconds. I squeezed my interior muscles, and lifted up on my feet as the orgasm approached like a sudden hurricane. My hand moved furiously to encourage the swell.

“Fuck, yes.” It came as a gasp from him.

The orgasm tore through me, splitting me apart. I collapsed on the bed, gasping and shuddering as I pulled my hand away. My center was quaking in the aftermath of the explosion. The pleasure had been fast, but strong, and it took me several breaths before I could think again and the tingling faded.