Page 106 of Devious Obsession
“Undo my jeans.” My voice is no louder than a whisper, but she still flinches. Just a little.
Still, she does it. She unbuttons them, then drags the zipper down. My heart picks up speed, but I flex my hands and try to control myself. She pushes my jeans and boxers down, exposing my cock. It’s hard already, bobbing in her face.
I back away from her and lean against the handrail on the wall. I let most of my weight settle and stare down at her.
“Crawl to me.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and another thrill goes through me. I like it when she gives in to the side of her that wants to listen to me. That needs extra guidance… and humiliation. Plus, the added thrill of doing this where anyone could walk in…
She inches forward on her hands and knees, her hips swaying. I grip the railing instead of my cock, and she stops between my legs. She reaches out and grasps my length, and I let out a low groan. She strokes me a few times, then her hot mouth is on me.
I run my fingers through her hair again.
The door bangs open, and she tries to pull away.
I tighten my grip and force her down harder. We’re hidden here, around the corner. Not that I really give a fuck. Voices reach us, and footsteps pound the stairs heading up.
Aspen pushes at my thighs. I release her, and she sits back on her heels. She glares up at me wordlessly.
“Afraid of getting caught?” I lean down. “You were turned on by watching that night… but what about being the one watched? We’ve already done that once, too. But it’s different when it’s unsuspecting, sober strangers, hmm?”
The party was a controlled environment—and we were both caught up in our lust when I fucked her in the basement. I had caught her, after all. That was my reward, consequences be damned. This is more risky, and she knows it.
She groans.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I say suddenly, grabbing her by her elbows and forcing her to stand. I turn her around, putting her hands on the railing. “Don’t let go.”
I unbutton her jeans from behind and drag them down her legs. I dip my fingers through her center, unsurprised to find her dripping wet for me. Kicking her legs wider, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back.
“You’re my little slut,” I say in her ear.
She whimpers.
I line my cock up and push inside her slowly. Her cunt squeezes me, and I nearly combust on the spot. She’s so fucking tight. Her muscles pulse, and her mouth opens.
“I’m not going to last long,” I continue. “And then we’re going to go back to dinner and you’re going to wear my cum like a good little whore.”
Her nostrils flare. I lick up the side of her face. Her taste is addicting.
“Just fuck me already.”
I smile to myself.
And then I do just that.
I fuck her hard, our bodies slapping together until neither of us can take it anymore. I reach around her and flick her clit. She gasps.
The door above us, the second or third floor, creaks when it opens. Voices echo around us, a conversation between two people. I wrap my free hand around her mouth and continue to fuck her, to work her toward an orgasm. I wonder if she’ll make a noise.
The footsteps are coming down, headed toward us and the door.
The thrill of getting caught sweeps through me, and I roll my hips. The new angle gets me deeper inside Aspen, and I almost make a sound. Almost. I lean down and bite her shoulder.
Her fingers scrape my wrist, her nails digging into my skin.
Pain and pleasure burst down my spine, straight to my balls. I let out an exhale and try to hold on. I’m so fucking close—
The doors on the first floor slam shut.
