Payback

EVIE

He wouldn’t let me cum.

Lying sprawled on my back, buck naked, as his sizable tongue fluttered against my clit, I’d nearly melted three times now. Every twitch I tried to hide, he would feel, and that was enough for him to stop my pleasure with an egotistical grin.

Then, after planting a few pecks on my lips surrounding the intense spasms and allowing my incoming orgasm to fade, he’d start over again.

There was no mattress. Only rosy-pink blankets and matching pillows separated us from the rock-hard floorboards. I fisted the sheets as I failed miserably at containing my cries. With not much furniture in my new apartment, each echo sounded twice as loud.

His hot thumbs stroked my waist, and his shoulders pushed into the insides of my thighs. His thirsty mouth stole as much of my moisture as he could lap up, but still, a wet spot was growing beneath me.

Tears welled in the corners of my eyes, blurring the light from the chunky wax candles on the countertop. I spared a rueful thought for the bag of Chinese food over there that had no doubt gone cold.

Sam couldn’t wait to make me pay. I knew he was hungry; I could hear the occasional rumble in his belly even before he started snacking on me close to forty minutes ago. But he felt hungrier for me than for food, I guess.

This was even better than that first night in the ladies’ room in Finnigan’s. Unrestricted by clothing, my legs could open as wide as my hips would allow. I didn’t have to fret about holding a thong aside, either.

However, I didn’t know how much longer I could do this. I wanted to cum so badly that it hurt.

Sam tore back one more time as my whines nearly hit their climax. He worked his way to his knees, seizing my vibrator from the edge of our makeshift bed. While towering beside my torso, he brought his cock to my mouth.

“Please,” I moaned, begging for it between my legs instead.

“Not yet,” Sam muttered.

I parted my lips, taking as much in as I could, and I could hear the faint rumble of my toy switching on as well.

The vibration I’d assumed was for my pussy instead touched the bud of my left nipple. I groaned, the sound muffled around his shaft, and squirmed with the stimulation.

Sam’s hips slowly maneuvered his erection in and out of my mouth as his free hand found its way into my hair. The metallic flavor of his pre-cum seeped across my taste buds with every pull, only to leak a little more on his next dive.

His thumb caressed my scalp as he appreciated the view, a silent assurance that I was protected and cared for even as he tortured me with pleasure.

The stimulating tip of that vibrator delicately trailed across the center of my stomach, and my limbs opened in anticipation. Then I felt silicone tracing my soaked lips. Every so often it would barely graze my throbbing folds like the torturing tickle of a feather.

Sam was driving me crazy, and he knew it. Apparently, he was one of those guys who’d get you back ten times worse than what you dished out. As much as I was savoring his attention, I wasn’t sure if I would dare do anything to earn such punishment again.

My hips jerked as the full power of the vibrator suddenly pressed against my swollen clit.

His dick occupied my mouth, and the fierce humming between my thighs evoked muzzled whimpers as I battled to suck him the way I normally would.

Something told me, however, that watching me struggle to breathe through my pleasure was almost as good for him as a flawless blow job would’ve been.

As he reclaimed his erection from my mouth and the toy from my pussy, my thighs squeezed as tight as I could, my toes curling, but I couldn’t ease the feeling of emptiness.

“On your knees, angel,” he demanded.

Far be it from me to ask questions at this point. The yearning to be filled was too strong. I could only hope that it was finally the time.

After rolling to my stomach, I crawled to my knees, studying the soft candlelight flickering across the apartment’s dim white paint. Sam knelt behind me, opening my legs wider; thanks to gravity, the product of the last harrowing hour trickled down the insides of my thighs.

His body heat pushed into my backside, hot as the August sun. His arousal stayed pinned against my ass while he fondled every inch of me. Any other time, it would’ve been nice, but right now it just made me want him inside that much more.

Sam abruptly clutched my wrists, urging my palms flat into the drywall in front of me. The chill of the latex paint felt good against my overheated skin.

“Keep your hands there or I swear I’ll drag this out all night, angel,” he whispered.

“You’re the boss…,” I agreed.

I was so horny I couldn’t argue or even question him, too focused on the idea he’d finally screw me. His large, silky tip skimmed my drenched entrance.

I’d never needed to be fucked so badly in my life. Something told me that was precisely what Sam was going for.

A lusty gasp gushed from my lungs as he slid himself inside in one smooth motion.

Thank God—the relief I felt as he rocked his dick in and out, tugged on my hips, and ground his abdomen into the curve of my ass was incredible. His low groans from behind me only heightened my excitement.

I couldn’t wait to feel him come unraveled. I only hoped he would finish me first.

He swooped my hair over my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist. Purring silicone once again nestled against my clit as his panting, hot breath swept over my cheek to press a few open-mouthed kisses on my earlobe.

Pressure built between my hips like a hot spring, and my wails grew louder as it roiled to a simmer.

“How bad do you wanna cum?” Sam crooned.

“So bad, Sam…”

I let out an excruciating, high-pitched moan as he removed the vibrator, blocking my orgasm one more time.

“We talked about this…” He heaved against my ear, maintaining his deep thrusts. “What do you call me when my cock’s inside you?”

“Baby,” I whispered.

“That’s right,” he said. “So let me ask you again… How bad do you wanna cum?”

“So bad, baby…”

He brought the pale-blue device back between my deprived lips. “Good girl.”

The arousal boiled back up, and this time, Sam didn’t stop it.

My first toe-curling wave of pleasure approached. I dug my nails into the paint on the wall as an outburst of cries rushed from my core. My head tipped back onto Sam’s shoulder.

I lost count of how many gratifying throbs rushed through me as he sucked on my neck and held me tight to keep me from squirming too much.

When the waves died down to subtle ripples, I clung to Sam’s wrist, signaling him to lift the buzzing from my clit.

He didn’t move. He held it there, and I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “Oh, did you think you were done?”

“I’m too sensitive,” I moaned, feeling more pleasure than I could handle.

“It’ll pass, baby.”

He’d built me up so much that my orgasm was too strong; I couldn’t manage any more sex now. But part of me liked it—reveled in being dominated, manhandled, and at Sam’s mercy.

“You truly are my little angel,” Sam muttered.

And just like that, he proved me wrong. My desire to cum was already building up again, stronger by the minute. Sam got more aggressive, plunging his shaft into me so hard and fast that it drove me to the edge quicker than I thought possible.

This whole scene felt way more emotionally charged than I’d realized. Greg had never gotten me this close, this fast, and he was my husband going on ten years. My feelings for Sam seemed stronger than anything I ever felt for my ex.

I didn’t understand—it confused me, even scared the shit out of me.

As my cries hit their second climax, Sam gave a string of groans, pulsing deep and muttering “angel, angel” under his breath as he released his molten desire.

Once the vibrator went silent and Sam pulled out, I caved into the sea of tangled blankets, naked, short of breath, completely spent. He crashed down beside me, and our eyes locked over the swell of our pillows.

I could feel the sticky mess pooling between my thighs, but I was too busy gazing into Sam’s eyes to care.

If this half-stiff, panting masterpiece of a man next to me was what a sexually fulfilled Samuel Vázquez looked like every time, then fuck me sideways and leave me on the naughty list, because I liked it. As a matter of fact, I loved it.