Prey Drive by Jen Stevens
Chapter 41
the lamb
my lips and my back arches into his touch. But he isn’t here. At least, not in my room. I've drifted off to sleep, and he's managed to dig his way into my subconscious again.
Someone snickers above me, and my eyes snap open to find those menacing greens blazing into me.
“Hi, Stardust,” he whispers, finger grazing along the hem of my shirt.
“What time is it?” I ask stupidly.
How long have I been out?
Bash shifts his weight and moves away from my side, spreading my legs to make room for himself between them on the bed. Once he’s settled in with my calves resting on each of his thighs, he hooks his fingers into my thong and drags it down, fully exposing me to the cold night air.
I could swear I had shorts on when I went to bed…
“It’s late,” is all he says, lifting my legs so he can pull my thong all the way off before he gently rests them back in their spots against him. Next, he places his hand just below my belly button, applying the smallest amount of pressure as he slides it down, right over my bare pussy.
“Bash,” I moan, unable to bother with coyness or feigned shyness anymore. There’s no time to play games. I just want him to fuck me.
I waited at least two hours for him to come back like some lovesick puppy. The urge to roam his house on my own was strong, but it didn’t outweigh the possibility that I’d get lost or find something I didn’t want to see.
“That’s right, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he praises, rubbing my clit.
My hips buck forward, shoving his whole palm into my slick center to chase the high he’s teasing me with. One hand holds my hips down while the other plunges inside of me, hooking upward to hit the perfect spot and have me screaming his name even louder. Within minutes, I’m seeing stars, the familiar burn of an orgasm crackling down my spine as it builds.
And like the cruel bastard he is, Bash withdraws from me, shifting his weight onto his ankles as he straightens up and takes his front-row seat for my blue vulva.
“What are you doing?” I groan, my body attempting to recover from the building waves that never met their crest.
“You’ve been a very bad girl today,” he chastises, his lips pursed. “I think it’s time I teach you how this thing is going to work between us. You’ve been spoiled.”
Spoiled?For fuck’s sake, this guy has some balls on him. My jaw is still sore from earlier. Another “lesson” from him sounds absolutely horrible right now.
Rolling my eyes, I prop myself up onto my elbows. “If you aren’t going to do it, I’ll handle it myself.”
My hand quickly replaces the spot he just left, circling and rubbing in search of the release he cheated me out of while he tracks my every movement, an indistinguishable look in his eyes.
I'm so turned on by having him watch me pleasure myself, my orgasm quickly catches up to me, nearly hitting me at twice the force I can usually muster on my own. I can feel it right there, creeping on the edge. Until a large, strong hand wraps around my wrist and pulls it away.
“Like hell, you will.”
“You bastard,” I cry out in a high-pitched voice, thoroughly irritated.
Bash grabs up my other wrist, unbothered by my attempts to fight against him as he leans forward and pins them above my head. With our bodies at this angle, his erection grazes against my sensitive, pulsating center, and I lift my hips to grind them against it, desperate to release this agonizing tension.
“You're ravenous,” he chortles, but doesn't pull himself away. Instead, he bucks his hips forward and grinds against me with equal fervor, his breaths growing uneven as the pleasure builds.
“Such a naughty girl, yet you can't even handle a little punishment for your smart mouth.”
“I think you like me better this way.”
That earns another breathy laugh, and then, with zero warning, he grabs my hips and flips me around onto my stomach, lifting my hips so my ass is stuck in the air before him.
“We'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way, then.”
A large palm gently smooths over the supple skin, fingers squeezing and shaking as my ass jiggles before him. Then a loud smack pierces the air as he slaps me with his whole hand, sending burning flames dancing across my flesh. His soft palm returns, soothing the ache before he repeats the motion three times over. By the last strike, I'm screaming his name into the empty, dark air, my arousal practically dripping down my legs.
“Fuck,” I whine. “I'll do whatever you want, just stop teasing me. I can't take it anymore.”
I feel him pause behind me, then his fingers lightly graze against my swollen pussy, and I jump forward, unable to handle the overstimulation that results from that small touch.
“You want me to let you finish, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Bash,” I beg without an ounce of shame.
His presence behind me shifts, then I feel his large hands wrap around my sides as he pulls me back toward him, until our thighs are flush with each other. His erection rubs along my sensitive flesh as he moves his hips around teasingly, fingers tightening against me from his own desire.
“Promise me you won’t give me any more shit about staying with me,” I hear his low, husky voice plead from behind.
At least I can rest well knowing this is torturing him just as much as it is me.
It doesn’t take a second thought for me to turn my head backward, sighing as he rubs his tip across my dripping slit. “I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs to line himself up and slowly ease in, instantly relieving the pressure that’s been building since he woke me up. I cry out, incapable of holding my relief in any longer as Bash quickens his pace, using the hand on my hip to steady me as the other reaches around and pleasures my clit.
An orgasm begins rolling through me embarrassingly quick as I fall forward into the mattress, incapable of even holding myself up as he drills into me from behind. Once the wave passes, he flips my body over again and nestles himself between my legs, capturing my mouth into a mind-numbing kiss as he proceeds to make me orgasm three more times before we pass out beside one another.