Chapter 12

Olistaire

By the time we reach my top floor apartment, Grace is fully pliant in my arms, and I can admit I've never been so pathetically desperate to get a woman out of her clothes as I am right now. But instead of throwing her onto the nearest vertical surface in my open plan kitchen and living space, ripping her lovely new dress to shreds and diving face-first into what I assume will be the prettiest slit I've ever seen, I force myself to remain in control. I slide her slowly down along my body, fling my keys on the kitchen island behind me, and palm her cheek.

There's a pause as I stare into her blue eyes shining in the bright moonlight that bathes us through the floor to ceiling windows.

"Stay the night," I murmur, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "I won't be done with you after just one round."

"Promises, promises…" She grins, mischief sparking across her features as she slowly sinks to her knees. I swallow, my heart jumping in my chest and my cock twitching at the sight of her kneeling. "The question is, how soon will I be done with you, Mr. I'm Too Cool For Commitment?"

I smile and slide my fingers into her hair. "You could try saying something else nice about me."

"And risk inflating your ego further?" Her own smile stretches, and when she darts her pink tongue out to run along her bottom lip, my eyes track the motion fervently. "I think I'll keep the rest a secret, thanks."

Without preamble she unbuckles my belt and pulls open my zipper, reaching into my slacks to palm my cock. There's something raw about her energy, as blunt as her words, all instinct and fire, and it gears me up. I find everything about her addictive.

But as she slides her hand down my length, she pauses, her fingers flexing curiously around my middle.

"What…"

I run my hand through her silky locks. "There's nothing to be frightened of in there, sweetness," I say, feeling a rush of something intense at the thought that she might never have seen a cock like mine before. From our previous conversations, I suspect she's only ever been with a select few human men, and the idea delights me. The things that I can show her. "It's all for you."

She pulls me free, eyes widening and mouth parting in shock at the sight of me, and all her attempts ‘not to inflate my ego' go flying out the window when she mutters, "You're so big . "

I grin and take her hand in mine, sliding it up to my tip. "This is my head," I tell her huskily, tingles shivering through me as her fingers trace around the flared, slightly flattened rim of my cock head. I draw her hand down along my length until she reaches just below the halfway mark, where my shaft bulges out and then back in spherically. "And this is my knot."

Her breath hitches as she lifts her other hand to run all her fingers up, down and around what is an anomaly to her. Eyes still wide, she looks up at me and says, "Keep going," before wetting her lips and falling directly onto my cock.

I hiss, unprepared for the sensation of her hot, soft mouth so suddenly encompassing as much of me as she can fit, and I jerk, reaching back and gripping tightly onto the marble island behind me.

"Fuck," I grit, "Grace."

Her tongue slides up my underside in exploration and she sucks messily, sending sparks along my spine. "Mm-hmm?"

Her fingers are still at my sensitive knot, squeezing curiously, and when she lightly grazes her nails along my skin I shudder, clenching my jaw and sucking in another sharp breath.

"Mmm?" she says and squeezes again. "Mmm?"

Zeus's balls, she wants me to explain my anatomy now? Her mouth is stretched to its limits around me, bobbing back and forth as she does her utmost to feed me deeper, and the sight alone of half my cock now glistening with her spit and disappearing into her pretty lips is doing a number on me. I grind my teeth and grab the back of her head, slowing her enthusiastic rhythm so I can concentrate.

"My knot is… just a swelling," I say, and she begins swirling her tongue in time with her slowed movements, which only sets me off in a different way. "And when I'm ready to come, it swells further."

She makes a muffled little noise at that, and I bite my lip and lean back, tilting her face so I can better see her eyes as she sucks me.

"If you're riding this cock when that happens," I say, and I'm definitely panting now, "it'll lock your pretty pussy to my shaft, and force you to take every last drop of me until I'm drained."

Her pupils are blown wide, flared with heat and desire, and as I watch, she drops a hand and starts touching herself beneath her dress.

"Fuck," I rasp, as she mewls around my length. "That's right, kitten. Touch yourself while you pleasure me. Take what you need from my body."

Her eyes close on a moan that I feel through my length, and as I watch her knees spread on the floor beneath me, her cheeks flushed and hollowed, her brows furrowed with pleasure and her hair wild and messy around her shoulders, I feel myself thickening further. Tension coils through me, stiffening my spine, and I have to stop this now or else this will all be over far, far too quickly. And I do not plan for round one to be done so soon.

I groan and pull her away, sinking to my knees before her and grabbing her face with both my hands to kiss her roughly. Her lips are puffy, and her mouth somehow wetter and softer even than before.

"No fair." She pouts and fists a hand against my collar. "That was my first meal of the night."

I huff and grab at her hand that's still hidden beneath her skirt, pulling it away and flipping her position so that she sits on her juicy little ass, and splays her spread legs around me. "Well, I've yet to eat anything at all," I growl. I grab her around the waist and hoisting her up, so that I can drop her onto my counter. "And I'm ravenous."

I rip her black little thong off without a care, grab both her knees, and spread her wide before me.

I knew it, I think as I stare at the puffy, pink folds before me, and my cock throbs at the sight. It's the prettiest pussy in existence.

She's completely bare, clean shaven and glistening, and I drop to my knees before her, our positions now reversed. "Don't you have a single thing about you that isn't gorgeous?"

She laughs, but it chokes into a moan as I hook her legs over my shoulders and suckle lightly at her clit. Her thighs tighten around my face as I slide in a finger and build a rhythm with my tongue. The feel of her soft flesh squeezing my horns, the sight and sound and scent of her engulfing me as she lets go of all control and grinds into my face—gods, I feel like an adolescent falling into his first rut. Her pleasure entices me, arouses me like nothing else I've known before, as if this was my first time experiencing something so blissful.

"Jesus, Oli." Her voice is breathy and high, and it's only getting breathier. "I need you. Come here."

"I'm not finished," I rasp, moving both my hands to grip tightly at her thighs and snaking my tongue inside her instead.

She gasps and drops her head back. "Please, baby," she whimpers, and I don't know what it is about that word falling from her lips that makes me shudder, but I close my eyes and delve my tongue further into her. "Please, please, I need you to fill me up!"

Another shudder runs through me as she continues to plead… and how could any male say no to her? I can't deny her, not for anything.

With one final lick against her clit, I stand, and she instantly begin ripping at the buttons of my shirt.

"Give it to me!" Her legs are spread wide on my counter, and one of her hands finds its way into my still open slacks and begins pumping desperately at my shaft. She's doing something wild to me, bringing out an unrefined fever from deep inside, and I shove down her dress, pushing it from her shoulders to expose her beautiful, pebbled pink nipples to the moonlight.

"Fates, sweetness," I groan, as I lean down to suck and bite at her, my fingers once more teasing between her legs. "I had plans to take my time, seduce you properly, but…"

But I'm feeling wild, unhinged. Losing all my careful control.

"I'm seduced!" she gasps, pulling desperately at my clothes. "I don't need any more foreplay. Just fuck me."

Her fingers tighten around my shaft, seeking out my knot and squeezing, and I moan and grab her hand, pulling it away from my cock and pinning it against the counter by her hips. "Stop, or you'll end this before it's begun."

An odd zip of electricity sparks at my wrist where it's pressed near hers, and I find it a strange time for static electricity to make a show. But then she squeezes her legs around me, and when her bare, wet pussy grinds against my naked cock, all thoughts disappear and I shudder, dropping my forehead to hers.

"I'm on the pill," she breaths, shifting and pushes her slickness against my underside even more enticingly. "Please, please,

come inside me."

I jerk my hips and let out a strangled sound at those words, so raw and filled with need.

"Are you ready, kitten?" I ask, as I position my flat tip at her entrance. "Or do you need a little more time?"

She whimpers and her eyes fly open at the feel of me as I continue to circle my thumb by her clit. "I think I'm—going to—come," she manages to gasp, and if there was any part of me capable of waiting even a second longer, it's gone now.

I press inside, and she cries out, her walls immediately pulsing around me, sucking me deeper, and I find myself bottoming out in one smooth motion, shoving my hips against the counter and pulling her closer. I groan and begin to pump steadily into her, my eyes rolling at the sheer pleasure coursing through me.

This is different. This is like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like she was made for me, and I for her, and there's nothing in the way of our pleasure right now.

My movements speed up long before I'm accustomed to losing control, overwhelmed at the feel and sound and sight of Grace coming on my cock. She eventually calms down as I pound into her, but it isn't long before her moans begin to spiral once more, and her hips curl and grind in tandem with every thrust I give her.

"Oh god, Olistaire," she mewls. "Oh god, oh god, I'm going to come again."

"You come," I gasp, "as many times as you need."

She grinds against me, hips lifting to meet my thrusts harder, and my knot begins suddenly to fill, to swell in preparation for release.

"Fuck, beautiful," I groan. "It's coming. Are you ready?"

All she seems capable of doing is clutching tightly on to me, as if I'm her lifeline, and by the time I release into her I worry I'm going to pass out from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.

My body jerks, hips losing all rhythm, and I let out a deep cry and shove my face into her neck as I release jet after jet into her beautiful little body, until there's nothing left inside me.