No Quarter (NOLA's Own #2) (42 page)

He gasped. “I know. I feel it, too.”

His tied hands were just a few inches from my core, and I knew he could feel the heat radiating off me there.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yesss…”

With my free hand, I cupped both of his and brought them into my heat. His fingers tried to probe gently, but he couldn’t get far enough in to be satisfied.

“That’s enough,” I whispered.

“No…” he groaned. “More please.”

“No, not now. Maybe if you’re a good submissive…”

“Please, Baby Girrrl…”

I tugged on his hair again, making him growl, and nipped at his jawbone, right below his ear. My other hand slid down his torso, and as if in reflex, he spread his knees further apart. Stretching, I reached my hand as if to caress him between his legs, but at the last second, slipped to the side, down over his thigh.

Phil’s heart was
pounding
. I could feel it in my chest, through his back.

Skimming my lips and nose along his neck, I inhaled deeply. “Mmm…I love the way you smell,” I told him. “You make my mouth water. There are times when I actually
crave
the taste of you…that salty, savory flavor that is yours. Even when you come deep in my throat, I can taste you each time I exhale.”

He sagged against me slightly. “Fuck, Kenna…you’re gonna make me come.”

“More than once, I bet.”

Phil started to pant and writhe, his pelvis pushing forward. “Baby,
please.
”

My fingers dug into the flesh of his thigh—
hard.
He hissed and bucked slightly.

“What would you have me do, Phil? Do you want my hand on you?”

“Yes.”

“Or my mouth? Do you want to feel my mouth on you, sucking you dry? Do you like it when your cock touches the back of my throat?”

“
Yes
!”

His whole body tensed up, pushing back into me.

I licked my way up his neck, yanking his head to the side.

“Or…”

“
Fuck
! Baby, I can’t—fuckin’ touch me! It
hurts
!”

Glancing over his shoulder, I could see just how close he was. The fat mushroom head of him was glistening, weeping clear fluid onto the bedspread. His cock was so rigid that it stood straight up. Phil’s cock was so huge and heavy that even when he was hard, he was usually aiming toward the ground. I almost felt bad.

Almost.

“Or…” I repeated.

He
whimpered
.

“Would you like to feel my cunt, Phil? What would you choose? I’m wet for you, you know. Just seeing you so hard…fuck, I’m close to coming myself. I can almost feel you pushing that monstrous thing in me…all the way…filling me to the breaking point. I love that. That sweet, awesome burn when you stretch me so completely.”

“AUGH!” he screamed through his clenched teeth. His buttocks flexed, thrusting his pelvis forward again.

I fisted my fingers tighter into his hair. “Which would you choose, babe? If you tell me, I’ll give you what you want the most.”

He was straining, trying hard not to fall to pieces. Phil was so turned on by this play between us that I was experiencing a bit of a head trip from it.

“Oh, there
is
a fourth option,” I hissed in his ear. “My ass was pretty fucking tight when you had it, wasn’t it? I came so fucking
hard
that night. I nearly passed out. Would you want that for an option?”

“Baby…Girl…” he panted.

“Choose!” I snapped.

“Your cunt!” he cried out. “Fuckin’ touch me!
Please
!”

“Why my cunt?”

“Augh!” he seethed, squirming.

“Answer me!”

“Because…” He groaned. “Because that’s my home. It’s where you’ll give me our children. It’s fuckin’ sacred!”

I kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

That was his undoing. His back arched, his head dropped back, draping over my shoulder, and his cock twitched violently as a shot of cum burst out of it.

“
Fuck
!” he roared.

That was fucking
phenomenal
! I hadn’t even touched him, and I’d made him come. Drained and shaking, he slumped back against me, and I wrapped my arms around his huge body.

“Wow,” I breathed.

He grunted, unable to speak. His cock was still bubbling out pearly spurts of liquid.

“You’ve made an absolute mess, Phil.”

He moaned and bit his lip.

“I need a kiss,” I whispered.

He turned his face up into my neck, his tongue darting out and then sucking gently. “Me…too…”

Our lips found each other, sensuously giving over our tongues to slide and caress against one another. When I broke the kiss, he moaned in defeat.

“Sit up,” I told him, helping to push him upright. Once he was back in his submissive position, I went to grab a few towels. Crawling back onto the bed, I began to wipe up his mess. “How should I punish you for this, Phil? I didn’t give you permission to come.”

“I guess I didn’t
need
your permission.”

Oh-ho! He’s getting a sass mouth!

I straightened up, looked into his glaring face…and smacked the shit out of it. His head snapped to the side, and my hand fucking stung.

“You want to try that again?” I asked him, my voice—I hoped—sounding dangerous.

He kept his mouth shut, but his eyes burned brightly as he narrowed them at me. For a second, I thought he might actually be pissed at me, but his cock twitched. He had
liked
that.

I smirked. So did he.

“Oh, I know how to punish you, babe.”

“I fuckin’ hope so. It’s no fun if I gotta tell you what to do.”

Ignoring that bit of nasty attitude, I replied sweetly, “I’ll need you on your back.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mmhmm…and I promise you, you’re going to really appreciate it.”

His eyes sparkled. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “Oh, yeah.”

Three weeks ago, when we’d had that bit of phone sex while he was in Lafayette, he had mentioned wanting to do sixty-nine. Somewhere along the way, I supposed he had forgotten about it. But I hadn’t. I had fantasized about it, hoping he’d remember. For some reason, I hadn’t wanted to be the one who brought it up.

That’s it. No more little shy lady. From now on, I’m going to take what I want, when I want it.

“On your back, please.”

“I don’t know…”

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled his ass down, his body crashing onto his side. “What did I tell you, Phil? Only a good submissive gets my cunt!”

“Fuck, Kenna—”

“On your back, or I’m done! I’ll leave your ass bound here all night and go sleep on Lili and Lewis’s couch!”

He flipped onto his back, shifting his shoulders until he was as comfortable as he could get. I swung my leg over him and straddled his chest. When he felt my wet cunt pressed on The Tattoo, a rumbling soft purr vibrated through his rib cage.

“Fuck—”

I slapped him again, not as hard as last time. “I don’t like your sass, Phil. I think you need to try to control yourself. I wanted that cock in me, but now, I have to punish you instead.”

His chest heaving beneath me, his eyes looking into mine with a fierceness I couldn’t comprehend, he replied softly, “Okay.”

I gave him my most wicked smirk and reached between my legs, slipping my fingers into me. Fuck, I really was so wet.
Dripping.
Pulling them out, I held them up to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked them in, scraping his tongue to get every drop.

“More. Fuck, you taste so good.”

“No…I can’t have you enjoying this too much. You’re being punished—”

He groaned and shut his eyes.

Flipping around, I straddled his face before I lost my nerve.

“Oh, Baby…” he whisper-groaned. “You remembered.”

“I thought you were the one who forgot,” I confessed.

“Sit back! I can’t—”

“And you won’t,” I stated flatly.

“What?
No
!”

He pushed himself up halfway, and I let him get close, but the moment I felt his breath caress over my throbbing sensitive flesh, I stretched forward.

“
Kenna
!” he barked.

“If you can behave yourself and take your punishment, then perhaps I’ll give you a good long taste.”

He flopped back down. “Woman…” he groaned. “You’re diabolical.”

“I love you,” I called sweetly over my shoulder.

“I fuckin’ love you, too.”

Scooting back, I braced myself on my left hand and slipped my right between my thighs. I rubbed at my clit, loving the growl coming from deep in his chest.

“That’s mine,” he snarled.

I was watching his cock swell while I replied, “Mmm…then why do I have to take care of it myself?”

“You fuckin’
witch
! Sit on my fuckin’ face!” he snarled.

I slipped two fingers into me. “Oh! I’m so wet and hot, babe. Fuck, I
need
to feel your cock!”

“Let me taste you again,” he begged, breathless.

Instead, I moved back to my clit. “Ohhh…” I moaned. “Oh, I really wish it could be your tongue. I’m going to have to come all by myself now.”

His cock had once more swollen to epic proportions. Moaning, his hips jerked.

“Kenna, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, Baby.” He rained soft kisses on my inner thighs. “Please let me make you come. I
have
to taste you, please…”

Stretching forward, I licked his juicing tip, tasting the clean salt-water goodness.

“Fuck!” he barked, his hips jerking again.

I took him into my mouth, arching my back to give him an even better view. I was going to come soon, and as I sucked upon him, I moaned. He was panting and moaning, too. Increasing the pace, I rubbed harder, until I cried out around a mouthful of cock.

“Kenna!” he cried. “You fuckin’
bitch
! How
could
you?”

Pulling my mouth off him, I answered, “It was easy, babe. I was pretending it was your tongue. I wish it had been. It would’ve been so much better.”

Scooting forward, I leaned down and sank my teeth into the tender flesh of his inner thigh.

“Fuck!” he roared. “
Harder
!”

I clamped down, determined to give him my mark. I hoped it would be sore for days.

Motherfucker! Calling
me
a bitch!

Sucking up the skin a little, I swirled my tongue over it to help soothe the sting. As I sat back, I noticed his cock had swollen even more.

“You’re a freak,” I told him.

“
Me
?” he bellowed.

“Mmhmm.”

For the next stage, I planned to make him howl like a demented demon. I sat for a few minutes on his chest, letting him get a good look at my ass if he so desired, while I decided on how I could pull that off. Anal lube would be used. It was going to happen, and he would just have to accept that.

Unless he calls Kashmir. I will be so pissed at him if he does!

“Kenna…” he half-whispered, half-groaned. “Baby, please…let me taste you. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“How good?”

“I’ll do whatever you want. No back sass, I swear.”

“I thought you liked back-sassing me.”

“I do. I like it when you put me in my place. I love it.”

I pretended to think about it for a few seconds, but the promise of his tongue and lips on me was too much to pass up. I scooched back until I was perched right above his face, my knees pressed into the tops of his shoulders.

He inhaled deeply through his nose, and on the exhale, he moaned like a man starving.

“Spread your legs. Please. You’re too high.”

When I did as he’d asked, he swept his tongue slowly from clit to hole and then clamped his mouth around my entrance, thrusting his tongue into me, lapping up all of my juice. It felt too good, and I rested on top of him, just letting him feast on me until I felt I was getting close.

Sitting up, I whispered, “That’s enough.”

“Never enough,” he growled back and continued.

“You promised me you’d be good, Phil.”

He stopped.

“Give me one more lick.”

He dragged his tongue over the whole of me, slowly savoring what he’d been given. “Thank you.”

Now…it was time for some howling.

“Where’s your iPod?” I hopped off him and bounded off the bed.

“Uhhh…backpack. Front pocket.”

Each room came with an MP3 jack hooked up to speakers. Lili had shown me in her room how to first find it and then actually use it. I selected an iPod randomly and found it was his classic rock one.

Excellent.

Selecting
Houses of the Holy
, I saw his face split into a huge smile. The sight of his dimples made my heart blaze with pride and joy. His eyes closed, and peace settled over his features.

“I fuckin’ love you, Kenna.”

I grinned like a loon. “I fuckin’ love you, too.”

Snapping up the lube, I jumped back on the bed and settled between his legs.

“How are your arms?”

“Numb.”

“Think you can hold out for a little longer?”

“As long as you want.”

“Good. Spread your legs more.”

He did.

“Wider. That’s good right there.”

Rising up on my knees, I took his hard length and slowly pumped him. He unleashed some unholy moans that made me tingle in all the right places.

“I wanna touch you so fuckin’ much,” he whispered.

“The Rain Song” was playing, and it was such a beautiful, lovely slow tune. Softly, I sang along with Robert, humming during the instrumental bits.

“Oh, Baby…” he moaned. “Ain’t no man on the planet as lucky as my ugly ass.”

“Too fuckin’ right,” I replied.

He chuckled and then moaned as he began punching his hips.

“Shh…” I told him. “Be still.”

He groaned. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Try.”

He took a calming deep breath and willed himself not to move.

“Do you still trust me?”

“Always, Kenna.”

“Do you know what I’m planning on doing to you?”

“I think so.”

“Are you okay with that?”

He slowly exhaled through his nose. “I guess we’ll find out.”

“That’s the spirit.”

I popped open the cap on the lube bottle and slicked a decent amount over my fingers. Reaching between his spread thighs, I inched forward just a little bit, bent over, and took him deep into my mouth. I needed him relaxed. Sucking him for a little bit, I worked the lube well into my skin.