Page 23 of Russian Roulette
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. For a brief moment of insanity, I wonder what would happen if I turned over, slid my hand down his pants and wrapped my hand around the thick cock pressed against my ass.
I don’t do that. Instead, I carefully lift his arm slightly to move over a couple of inches without waking him. When I shift, he instinctively tightens his grip on me. I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep, resigned to my fate. After all, being snuggled up to a hot man in a toasty sleeping bag when it’s freezing cold isn’t the worst thing in the world. What can be the harm in enjoying it while it lasts?
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The soft touchof lips on my shoulder stirs me awake a little while later. I smile sleepily, sure it’s an erotic dream, until I feel another.Oh shit!My stomach tightens as Vulcan slides his shirt from my shoulder and continues pressing his lips onto my skin. I slow my breathing and pretend to be asleep while my mind races.
Vulcan’s lips move up and nuzzle the nape of my neck.What the fuck is he doing?A warm hand slides under the bottom edge of my shirt and rests on my hip.
When I don’t swat his hand away, he slides his hand, palm flat, up my stomach and stops right below my heavy breasts. Of their own will, my breasts swell in aching need. Can he sense how hard and erect my nipples are at the thought of him touching them? They’re throbbing with the need to be caressed and licked.
“You can stop pretending now,” he growls in my ear, sending chills through my body. “I know you’re awake.”
“We shouldn’t be doing…” I begin before being interrupted by his hand moving under my bra to cup my breast and squeeze it possessively.Oh God!
“Don’t say a word,” he whispers in my ear. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to touch you every time I looked at you today.”
I gasp as he circles his open palm around and around on my sensitized nipple. An involuntary moan escapes my lips when he pinches and pulls on the nipple, just the way I love it. I bite back a moan when he twists the nipple between his fingers. He tugs a little roughly, drawing the tip out and making me gasp.
“Do you want me to stop?” he murmurs huskily. “Even if you say yes, I’ll know you’re lying. Your responsive body is telling me you never want me to stop.”
I try to form the words to tell him to get his filthy, dirty hands off me, but the words stick in my throat. He’s right, stopping is the last thing I want him to do.
“Your skin tastes so fucking delicious,” he rasps as he trails his tongue along my collarbone while he fondles my breast with a more demanding touch than before. “I bet every damn part of you tastes as good.” He gives me a light nip with his sharp teeth on my shoulder and I can’t help letting out a shaky moan.
Red-hot desire swamps my senses as his words sink in. His hand moves from my breast to the juncture of my thighs. He strokes me through my jeans, his fingers rubbing in between my legs with more pressure, teasing me.
His hand reaches up to undo the button of my jeans and pulls down the zipper. “Are you wet yet? I bet you’re already soaking wet for me,” he says, before sliding his hand lower under my silky panties. “What color panties are you wearing? Too bad it’s too dark to tell. I would love to rip them off you with my teeth.”
I jump when his fingers move lower and slide over my clit. He’s barely touched me and I’m already ready to explode. His touch on my bare skin is like a bolt of electricity. I melt into his hand, my body writhing achingly as he moves his fingers lower. His fingers rub with more pressure, and I buck against his hand.
“You’re fucking dripping,” he mutters, before brushing a thumb against my clit. “And so goddamn hot. Tell me, Jade… do you like to be finger fucked? Tell me how bad you want it because I know you do.” He slides a finger lower, then eases it up into my pussy all the way to the knuckle.
“Oh,” I gasp, raising my ass to meet his hand and unconsciously gripping his finger tighter with my muscles. He sucks in a harsh breath at the sensation.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” he groans, moving his finger in and out while his thumb rubs my clit in a circular motion. I close my eyes, biting my lip to keep from moaning. He slides in another finger to join the first, and I almost shatter into a million pieces of bliss. He finger fucks me hard, each time more forceful than the last. I grab onto his muscular arm and cry out with each thrust, shamed by the desperate sounds spilling from my mouth.
“Slide your jeans down to your knees,” he orders. I quickly obey, lifting my ass and pushing my jeans lower. “Now, spread your legs wider,” he says.
I don’t hesitate to do everything he asks to give him better access. The thrill of being dominated and controlled sexually is something I’ve never experienced before, and I love it more than I ever could’ve believed. To be told what to do and how to do it while being pleasured beyond belief. For us to be completely in the dark makes it even more exciting and forbidden.
“Are you warmed up now?” he whispers into my ear. I nod, not trusting myself to speak coherently. “Then take off my shirt and give it back,” he commands. “Didn’t I promise I’d keep you warm? I always keep my promises.”
Quickly, I tug his favorite concert shirt up and over my head. “Toss it out and onto the chair,” he says, and I do it. “Now take off your shirt and bra too,” he orders, his voice thick with desire. “I need your bare skin against mine.”
I strip off the shirt and hesitate at the clasp of my bra.What the hell am I doing?This is insane. Vulcan’s a certified crazy person and I’m getting almost naked with him in a sleeping bag.
“You want to stop?” he threatens, stilling his fingers inside me. “If you don’t, then take your bra off before I cut it off. Rub your tits for me while I make you come.”
Oh, fuck.
God help me, I don’t want him to stop. I twist the front clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts for his access.
“That’s a good girl,” he mutters. “Now pinch your big, sexy nipples and make them hard.”
With all inhibitions lost, I do his bidding, rubbing on my breasts, which had spilled from their black lacy cups. I squeeze my breasts together and hear him catch his breath. As my fingers twist and pull on the nipples, he fingers my pussy faster, harder, and deeper. This moment is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced as pleasure takes on a whole new dimension. Vulcan’s thumb works harder on my clit, and my orgasm builds.
“Did I give you permission to come yet?” he growls, sensing my excitement. “No… not yet. You’ll come only when I tell you to.” He releases the pressure on my clit and instead focuses on finger fucking me with hard pumps that blend into each other in a blurred, endless assault on my senses.