Page 4 of Moist!

chapter four

LACHLAN

Maybe my salvation is on the other side of her orgasm.

That’s probably why I’m kneeling between her lush thighs the second her head bobs with consent. I can’t examine the pull that tells me this is exactly where I’m supposed to be too closely, but I can’t deny it either.

So I don’t waste another second.

“Fuck Hayden. You’re so fucking perfect. I’d live between these gorgeous legs of yours if you’d let me.”

The sound she makes when I grasp her hips to pull her to the edge of the throne rips through me like a bolt of lightning. Just a needy little gasp, and that alone has me biting down on my lip to keep from coming in my slacks.

“Ambitious. I should warn you, though, I’m happy with the journey, even if we don’t get to any particular, um, destination.”

I pause, keeping my hands on her thighs and sliding them up and down against her soft skin.

“If you’re doubting my dedication or affinity, I’m not concerned. If there’s another reason you’d like to share before we get started, however, I’m all ears.”

I can practically hear her brain churning as she thinks. I don’t stop touching her, though, I can’t .

“I have a hard time getting there. On a one-night stand, that is. I find things are usually better for me if there’s a lot of uh, emotional foreplay. It’s still fun, of course, I just want to give us a realistic finish line.”

I understand completely. An emotional connection is a luxury I haven’t had the option of for as long as I can remember. Though I tend to agree with her. There’s something uniquely erotic about being known. I crave it myself.

“Well, I’m happy to spend a night or twenty staring into your eyes while you tell me every part of your life that has made you, you. Whatever you need, goddess.”

She shakes her head and steels her expression, as if she’s determined to proceed.

I’m not being dishonest in my offer, but frankly, I’m relieved she isn’t putting the brakes on.

This first taste of her cunt is a desperate need for me.

I already know I’m obsessed with the way she thinks, I can show her that later.

“No. I need this.”

Her intentions are clear; I should just listen, go ahead as planned, and not make waves.

Unfortunately, it seems I can’t discount the pull to give her everything she wants.

I also can’t quiet the beast within me that thinks I might just know her, and I’m speaking to that point before I can stop myself.

“You think I’ll eat your pussy better if I know that you’re a history nerd who hyper-fixates on the little known or referenced points in legend and myth? That you get wetter being praised, especially by my voice that seems to hit every nerve you need it to?”

Her eyes widen in such a primal way that it makes my heart stutter. I can feel her temperature rise as I try to make her understand the significance of this, without scaring the shit out of her. I don’t stop.

“Do you think that my tongue will feel better if you know that I see you? That I’m looking? Will you come harder for me if I tell you I notice the way your breath catches when you’re thinking, or that sparkle in your eye when you talk about this temple? ”

She lets out a soft moan at that and it makes my dick jump.

I almost tell her I also see the hurt in her eyes, the way that spark flickered like she’s had someone try to put it out before.

The way that I see the type of person she is, the type who can find empathy for a ‘fictional’ beast, often made the villain. That’s too much, though.

“You’re right, I will. You want me to tell you I saw you and felt a pull so demanding I found myself acting entirely out of character to pursue you. Well, I did.”

Safer ground seems to be the right call.

She doesn’t speak for a moment, she simply pulls the bow at the front of her dress until it slips free leaving her big tits even further on display.

“Yeah, that will work on me.”

I shake my head slightly, if only she knew. She hesitates for a second longer.

“Are you sure no one knows about this place?”

I get moving again before she can get too far in her head, starting at her feet, and unlacing the sage shoes she’s paired with her outfit. It takes far too much control to press a single chaste kiss to her inner thigh just above the knee.

“I’m sure. Are you having second thoughts?”

It’s only a temporary detour as I move further up under the skirt of her sundress, hooking my thumbs into the band of her panties. When I steal a look back up at her, she’s flushed, watching me, her tongue wetting her pretty lips before she answers.

“Not at all.”

With her eyes still on me, I slowly work the soft triangle of fabric down over her hips, savouring every inch of her that my knuckles drag past, and the little sounds she makes whenever I touch her.

Her skin is so soft that it makes moving with any amount of urgency nearly impossible.

As soon as I’ve got her bare for me, her thighs fall open, giving me a preview of the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen .

She really is the most gorgeous thing to grace this earth.

“This is even better than I could have imagined.” I’m distantly aware of the fact that my register has dipped into near growl territory, but I don’t particularly care. Her sharp inhale just spurs me on.

“Please.” She breathes out the request, and I’m helpless to do anything but comply.

Sliding my hands between her thighs and the edge of the chair feels perfectly natural; it’s like she was made to be held by me, and I almost don’t know where to start. Almost.

I’d have gone for her perfect clit first no matter what, the fact I’m surprised by a shiny piercing that draws my attention is only the icing on the cake.

If everything up until now has felt natural, flirting with her, holding her, showing her somewhere I never dreamed human eyes would ever see, the second my mouth presses to her clit shifts things to the unreal.

I just mean to give her an open mouth kiss on her perfect pussy, then maybe tease her some more while I explore every bit of her with my tongue.

The minute I get that first taste of her, however, the most feral parts of me, parts I’d long since locked away, throw themselves against the bars of their cage and rattle me to the core. Any plan I had is lost to me.

Instead, I fall on her like I’ve been starved my entire life. She responds so perfectly, a near constant chorus of whimpers and moans tumbling off her tongue as I lick and suck her most sensitive parts, only slowing to catalogue her reaction to certain adjustments.

She seems to love a consistent intensity that I’m more than happy to provide.

“Lachlan, fuck, please don’t stop.”

My name tangled in with her breathy curses and that edge of begging in her tone has my dick jerking against my slacks. I already know they’re a write-off. I’ve leaked more precum in ten minutes than I have in my entire life .

It takes everything in me to disobey her; the whine she lets out is exquisite, though.

I yank my tie out of my jacket, unfazed when the silver clip that usually holds it in place pings angrily.

It’s agonizing to loosen my grip on her, so I do it slowly, savouring the feel of her skin under my fingertips as I move from her thigh up to the arm of the throne, pleased to find her hand gripping it.

I have something better for her to hold.

“Ride my face, baby. Use me to come.”

My eyes are back on her as she registers what I’ve pressed into her palm. When the confusion doesn’t clear right away, I explain.

“If I’m off task, just give it a yank. I like a little pain with my pleasure.”

Understanding dawns, and she nods quickly, her fist closing around the end of my tie as I move back into position.

“Good boy.”

Much like the first time she said it to me, I feel almost dizzy with how good it sounds. Better earn it. As soon as my tongue is back on her pretty clit, Hayden’s hips are moving, rolling against me as she uses me to chase her pleasure.

She keeps my tie held loosely in her hand, and I want to feel the sting of her possession. It only takes two flicks of my tongue against her before she’s tightening her grip, tugging just enough that the pressure on my neck makes my spine buzz.

I’ve never come hands-free in my human form; there’s not quite enough friction.

The way Hayden’s steady string of gratification spills from her perfect lips, peppered with curses and pet names I’ve never been called before feels like a physical force wrapped around my cock that might just break that truth.

I’ve been able to keep most of my groans in the back of my throat until now, but when her thighs press tightly against my ears, her spine arching, knees over my shoulders, I can’t help myself.

I curse against her, earning a sharp tug on my tie as she continues to ride my face, her rhythm faltering. Her breathing sharp.

“Loch, I’m-”

She doesn’t need to finish her sentence.

I feel it in every cell of my being.

Gods yes. Come on my tongue, baby. I don’t dare to say it aloud, keeping my mouth where she needs it, but as soon as I think it, she screams my name, her entire body tightening.

Hayden’s orgasm rips through me sending the same level of pleasure coursing straight to my cock and making my hands grip her thighs tighter than I intend.

Fortunately, it doesn’t faze her, the steady stream of pleasure continues to pour into me from her. The only indication she’s even noticed the shift in me is the firm pressure on my tie as she continues to grind her pussy against my face, riding out the last waves of her orgasm.

I can’t take it anymore. My cock jerks in my slacks and I can’t stifle my groan as I fall over the edge, making a complete mess of myself.

For a few minutes, we collapse into one another. Her, sprawled on the throne, my head resting on her thigh, panting until our breathing finally evens out and she verbalizes the question at the forefront of my mind.

“What the hell just happened?”