Page 10 of Vicious Betrayal

I pout at him, and he chuckles. "You get my pants off, and I'll be inside of you before we hit the bed. And you still owe me orgasms three and four before you come on my cock."

My mouth makes a startled 'o' shape, and he grins wickedly, scooping me up again with one arm around my waist. He carries me back to the bed, tossing me back onto it and yanking me to the edge, his hands moving my thighs apart confidently. He drags my thong down and throws it aside, leaving me completely bare in the moonlight, and he makes a low, masculine noise deep in his throat at the sight.

"Fuck," he murmurs appreciatively, spreading my folds with his fingers. I feel my face heat. By this point, anyone I've slept with has already either given me a few perfunctory licks before getting a condom on, or they're already inside me. No one has done this—looked at my pussy like they're thinking how best to worship it. He looks like he wants to devour me, and my heart is pounding in my chest. We're already in unknown territory for me, and I want more.

He dips his head, dragging his mouth over me as if he's tasting me everywhere. A shudder runs through me feeling his lips against my skin, and the groan he lets out when he tastes me makes my whole body vibrate with the thrill of arousal. "God, you taste amazing," he mutters, running his tongue over me again. "So fucking sweet."

I can't breathe. This isn't him getting a few tastes in so that he can say he did his due diligence and went down on me. He's in no hurry, as if he'd be happy to be down there all night. He drags his tongue through my folds again, flicking it over my clit, and I feel as if my mind is melting along with the rest of my body. It feels so good. His hands on my thighs, his breath on my skin, his tongue sliding over my clit again and again, seeking out just the right pressure until he finds what makes me gasp and tremble.

"Right there," I breathe out, one hand clutching at the bed as the other tangles in his hair. My hips arch up, riding his face. "Right there, oh God, Cormac, right…"

The orgasm hits me, rippling through my body as his tongue keeps sliding over that same spot, warm and wet and so fucking perfect, and his hand tightens on my thigh as he groans. I arch my back, clawing at the bed as I moan, and I expect him to stop, but all he does is push his face more firmly between my thighs, one hand coming up to slide two fingers into me again.

"That was three," he murmurs, his voice muffled. "Give me one more, baby, and then you can have my cock."

He sounds desperate, strangled, and I don't know why he hasn't just fucked me already. But it doesn't matter, because I'm already past anything I've felt before, and now… now I'm on the verge of coming again, my body so oversensitized and aroused that the feeling of his fingers in me as his tongue keeps working my clit has me on the edge.

He tightens his mouth, sucking as his tongue keeps up the same rhythm, and I'm gone again, my moans turning into high-pitched shrieks as pleasure that's nearly painful wracks my body for the fourth time.

Panting, Cormac lifts his head, pulling his hand away from me. He rises, reaching for me and moving me up the bed as his hand goes to his belt, and his eyes are blown dark with lust. He raises his other hand, the one that was just in me, to his lips and licks me off of his fingers, groaning.

"Fuck, you're going to be trouble," he mutters, and I smile breathlessly.

"You knew that at the bar."

"Yeah, I did." He yanks down his zipper. "Fuck, baby, I need to be inside of you."

"I wanted you inside of me fifteen minutes ago." I grab the waist of his jeans, pulling them down his hips along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs out, and my eyes go wide.

He grins, a wicked smile curving his mouth. "I told you it was thick." He wraps a hand around himself, groaning at the contact. I spread my thighs wider, and he curses, angling himself downward. "Fuck, fuck⁠—"

I moan when I feel his thick tip move between my folds. Even as wet and worked up as I am, I can feel the pressure when he starts to slide inside. His jaw clenches, and he gasps, pushing another inch as his chest heaves.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Goddamn." His accent is thick, his voice hoarse. "God, I need—" His hips jerk, and he slides the rest of the way in me, breathing hard as he wraps one hand around mine and pins it to the bed. "Fuck, I need to move."

"Don't stop," I beg, and he moans, hips stuttering as he pulls out and slides back in. He's so fucking thick, and I can feel every vein, his cock stretching me like I've never been filled before. All of it was worth it. Every decision I made, regardless of what lecture I get tomorrow when I go back home or how much trouble I'm in, this was worth it. This gorgeous man stretched over me, muscles flexing, a sheen of sweat on his skin as his hips roll with each thrust… this was worth whatever I have to deal with in the aftermath.

He leans in, his mouth grazing my neck, then my lips. "God, you're so tight," he groans. "So fucking good. This pussy… fuck."

"It's all yours," I whisper, and he moves harder at that, faster, sinking into me again and again. His hand moves between us, toying with my clit as he thrusts.

"I told you…five," he manages through gritted teeth. "God, I'm so fucking close, but I'm not coming until you come all over my cock, baby. I want to feel you squeeze me."

I open my mouth to tell him there's no way… but maybe there is. I can feel the pleasure building, slow and deep this time, different from before. Each surge of his body against mine and thrust of his cock in me builds that pressure, and I want more. I arch up, pressing my breasts against his chest, running my hands over the muscles of his back and arms. I can tell that me touching him is making it even harder for him to hang on to his control, and that turns me on more, his pleasure spurring my orgasm. I wrap my legs around his for leverage, gasping as I meet his every thrust, and he moans as I grind on him.

"Fuck, baby, please come for me," he mutters. "I need to come so fucking bad… needed it since the office…"

For a second I'm about to tell him to just let go, that four is enough. And then he sinks into me from a slightly different angle, the ridge of his tip rubbing me in just the right way, and that combined with his fingers on my clit sends me over the edge. I clutch at his shoulders with a cry, nails digging in, and he lets out a ragged sound as he sinks into me to the hilt and bucks his hips, shuddering with a helpless moan.

"God, I… I'm coming, fuck⁠—"

I feel the throb of him deep inside of me, the hot spurt of his cum, and I cling to him for all I'm worth, shuddering through my own climax as I clench and ripple around him. He thrusts again, still moaning. "Fuck, I'm still fucking coming, Christ, baby…"

When the last shudder goes through him, he sags down on one elbow, breathing hard. And then, just as quickly, he pulls back with a startled look on his face, his cock still half-hard and buried in me.

"Fuck, I didn't use a fucking condom." He swears again. "Christ, I was so into it…"

"It's fine," I reassure him quickly. I don't want anything to mar this; it's been a perfect night, and I want him to fuck me again before it's over. "I'm on birth control. And I've been tested. As long as you⁠—"