Suit - Woodruff Jettie - Страница 23

I didn’t answer. There were too many crazy things going on in my body. My heart beat so loud I could hear it in my ears, adrenaline flooded my veins, and my vagina betrayed me. A urgency formed between my legs. At first it was just a faint pulsating here or there. It was when he started sliding my shorts over my hips that it sped up. Quicker, harder thumps.

“You have no idea how much I want to bend you over my knee right now. I promise you one thing. Once I get the go ahead from your doctor, you’re going to get the spanking of your life. I’ll make sure you don’t forget it,” Paxton threatened.

I didn’t speak. I anticipated a spanking with an overzealous tremble between my legs. That’s it. I was a glorified whore and I liked it. Jesus. My hips rolled from one side to the other, helping Paxton with my panties.

He peeled the front back first. The cool draft brushed past my lips while I waited for him to remove the thong. Paxton carefully lifted my leg and pulled the string from my ass. He did it a couple more times before, sliding them from my ankles. Next was my shirt. He slid it up and latched on to my left nipple with a twist. A sharp pain went from there to my throbbing sex. Instantly. There was no doubt in my mind I was wet. Jesus. Something was seriously wrong with me.

Once Paxton helped me out of all my clothes, he strode over to the locked armoire, pulling his shirt over his head. I arched my eyebrows while taking in his physique. Jeans hung low on his hips. A gray band peered from his slender waist, exposing a tan line.

To be honest, it seemed a bit anticlimactic. I expected something grand. I don’t know what, but something more than a bottle of lube. I didn’t even need that. I was plenty wet.

“Aahh,” I moaned when Paxton massaged a squirt from his fingers into my throbbing nub. The scent of mint caught my nose before that spot between my legs tingled. Holy shit! It wasn’t a simple bottle of KY after all. It tingled immediately with a thrilling prickling of heat, over and over in the same area.

Paxton stopped after the moan. Evidently, I wasn’t allowed to moan either. His stern glare and halting of his fingers assured me that I wasn’t. I wasn’t allowed to writhe my hips into his fingers, either. He did the same thing when I did that. I was to lay there and endure it without movement. Without sound. Seriously?

Between the firm pressure of Paxton’s three fingers circling my clit, and the tingling sensation from the bottle, I was ready to explode. With two fingers, he held me open and watched as I melted beneath his touch. The next moan came with my eyes rolling back in my head, my back arching, and the feeling of being on top. Right there. Ready to topple over.

I felt one tremor. One. That’s it. Paxton stopped. He did this thing with the palm of his hand where he laid it flat on my aching nub. Another finger went inside me and he didn’t move. He kept as still as me. One eye opened when I realized that was it. This was my punishment. Paxton made it a game. A game of torment.

“You’re so wet,” he rasped with his gaze between my legs. His finger moved in and out a couple of times, but it wasn’t enough. I could still feel the pulsing sensation below his flat palm, but that wasn’t enough, either. His thumb brushed over the pucker in my ass, but still, it wasn’t even enough. Nothing was enough. Paxton wasn’t about to let it be enough.

My eyes watched him free the hardness behind his jeans with one hand while the other slid up and down my slit. Arousal massaged from front to back.

My breath caught in my lungs as I watched him stroke himself, moving between my legs. He was careful not to disturb my sore body, and his weight stayed upright. He got on his knees. The head of his cock slid up and down, taking the place of his fingers. Paxton moaned and hissed, and I waited with anticipation. Like a hungry animal, I waited for him to slide inside me.

But he didn’t.

He moved to my mouth.

“Stick—”

I cut off his words and his pending request when I licked his pre-come mixed with my arousal without being told. And then I took him to the back of my throat, sucking as hard as I could. I didn’t even know where it came from. I was just that turned on.

Paxton let me suck him off for less than a minute. He didn’t like me being in control. He needed that. After a manly grunt, he pulled out of my mouth.

His tight penis slapped my opened lips. “Stop,” he ordered through a whisper. My neck and shoulder muscles relaxed back into my pillow and waited for him. Paxton moved back to my overactive sex and slid his cock up and down my slit. The head of his rod dragged through my slit and pushed in, teasing my entrance. My hips thrust toward him, inviting him in. No. Begging him to come in. He didn’t. He moved back to my mouth, making it worse. This wasn’t funny anymore. The taste of sex was euphoric, and I came close to losing it. Orgasm suddenly became the only thing on my mind. The only thing I wanted. The only thing I cared about.

“That’s it, baby. Hmmm, yeah,” Paxton moaned while his dick slid to the back of my throat. He did the whole sliding it between my slit and back to my mouth a couple more times before I could tell he was ready. Even with my second remembered blowjob, I could tell when he was ready. His hips moved at a rapid pace, his defined chest glistened with sweat, and he held my head to keep me from moving away. That’s when Paxton was ready.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Hmmm, open your mouth for me,” he moaned with his hand pumping his cock above me. I didn’t even protest this time. I wanted him. All of him. It had to be the brain injury. This wasn’t right. This should have repulsed me. It didn’t. Not at all. I loved it. The first bout of come spread around my lips in one quick swipe. The rest slid down my tongue and to the back of my throat. Paxton’s breathing slowed while his cock moved in and out of my mouth, losing its stamina with every stroke.

And just like that, Paxton was finished with me. He put himself away and walked over to the cabinet, armed with the peppermint lotion, ready to put it away. Damn.

Paxton didn’t put it away until he squirted a good amount on the tips of his fingers. He carried the same chastity belt and a handful of torture back to me.

Oh, hell no!

“You think this is bothering me? You think you can break me down by not letting me come? That’s absurd. You’re not hurting me one bit.”

Paxton didn’t speak. He wore a grin, ignoring my banter. The banter I needed to hear more than him. My legs moved out when he massaged the tingling oil into my clit once more. It hadn’t even stopped completely from the last time. I was to the brink of begging. It’s all I thought about. Maybe I could get enough friction from the chastity belt for relief.

I don’t know what got into me. I opened myself to him like a crazed animal. I didn’t want him to stop touching me. I wanted him to play with me. The room became sort of an illusion. Everything was an illusion. Everything but my tortured sex and my emotions.

Paxton positioned the diaper-like contraption and pulled the thin chain, securing it in the crack of my ass. I moaned when I felt the cold touch my anus, and thrust toward him again.

“This isn’t bothering you, is it?” he questioned with a snort. He touched me a couple more times, sliding his fingers in and out of me, paying special attention to my aching nub, and running a thumb to the back, touching every sensitive part of my body. Our eyes locked while he worked magic, pulling an instant orgasm from my body.

Almost.

Goddammit!

The front was put into place and locked. It wasn’t that tight. I was sure my fingers could slide through the top. There was no way in hell I would make it. I would die first. I needed to come. Now!

Paxton kissed my lips hard, forcing his tongue around my mouth. “Sleep tight, love.”