Seven (4 page)

With an agonized groan, he rolled
over and collapsed onto the bed beside her. When she managed to turn her head,
she noticed that he was still erect, his cock bobbing slightly with his heavy
breathing and dripping with her juices. His lower belly and thighs were moist
as well.

“Whoa!” she gasped, her voice
cracking on the word. “That was some orgasm.”

“What do you mean some orgasm?” Owen
demanded weakly. His eyes were closed and his features both drained and tense.
“That was three of them.”

She tried to snort. “Nope,” she lied.
“Just one.” She was starting to get seriously worried about the victory she’d
been so sure of.

“I know perfectly well when you come.
That was three in a row.” His voice was rough and fatigued, and he opened one
eye to glare at her unpleasantly.

“Just one really long one. Three in a
row like that is impossible.”

He did a pretty good attempt at a
sneer. “Just because you’ve never experienced something before doesn’t mean
it’s impossible. I think we’ve just proven that it
is
possible.”

Amy huffed, but her body was limp,
pleased, and sated. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so physically satisfied
in her life. “Number two,” she insisted, without much conviction.

“You’re not convincing anyone. That
was two, three, and four.”

Amy sighed. That was what she’d been
afraid of.

They both lay panting
on the bed, taking a couple of minutes to catch their breath and recover their
senses, but soon Amy had sunk into a state of blissfully sated fatigue. She
didn’t feel very sore yet—Owen, as promised, had been as careful as
possible—and she was still throbbing pleasantly between her legs. Not from need
or urgency now but with tingling little aftershocks.

She stretched leisurely and released
a contented sigh. Then glanced over at Owen and tried not to snicker.

He didn’t look nearly as happy or
tranquil as she was. His naked body was drenched in sweat. His features were
tense—jaw clenched painfully and eyes tightly shut. And his still erect cock
was resting against his belly. Not noticing her scrutiny, he moved his hand
down to give a couple of rough squeezes to the base of his erection.

Despite her urge to gloat, she had to
admire his strength of will. Clearly this was a concrete case of mind over
matter. He was obviously close to the bounds of his restraint, barely reining
himself in but not yet willing to let go.

She felt kind of sappy at how hard he
was trying to hold back his release long enough to give her three more orgasms.
He’d always been stubborn and strong—and had never yielded to defeat without a fight.
She loved that about him.

No. That was definitely the wrong
word. Nothing in their relationship allowed her to love anything about him. She
just
liked
that about him. A lot.

Plus, this was a wager. No matter how
mushy she felt—and no matter how much pleasure he had given her—she wasn’t
about to let him win.

Which meant she had to encourage him
to let go.

She also needed to remind herself
that she was in control of her emotions, her decisions, her life—whether he was
in it or not.

She took another minute to work up
enough energy and determine an appropriate strategy, but soon she felt both
inspired and invigorated. She pulled herself up to her knees, scooted over
until she was kneeling between his legs, and looked down at his gorgeous,
supine body. Then reached out and took his cock gently in her hands.

He opened his eyes and watched her
carefully. Very slowly, she brushed her fingers along his hard length with the
faintest of touches. Because she was studying his face, she saw him swallow
hard in response.

She started to change
positions—leaning over to brace herself with her hands on the mattress so she
could crawl up to straddle his pelvis—but in doing so her face moved down
toward his groin. Before she could register that this might look suspicious,
Owen was gripping her firmly by the shoulders, heaving her up. “Oh, no,” he
warned. “Do not dare.”

Giggling, she explained, “I wasn’t
going down on you. I promise. I’ve decided I’d be stupid to work against you in
this. After all, seven orgasms are seven orgasms, and I’d be a fool to
complain. I was just trying to get into position.” It wasn't entirely the truth,
but it was close enough to be convincing.

Still watching her warily, he asked,
“What position?” He was acting like, at any second, she might ruthlessly
assault him with her mouth and bring an abrupt end to his ambitions. “No
cheating.”

She was pretty sure they’d never
agreed that her giving him oral sex was a form of cheating in this game, but
she didn’t argue with his demand. Knew he’d oppose anything that would so
easily make him come. She had a strategy already worked out. She would have to
go about this in a much more discreet way if she wanted it to work. She had to
get them far enough along before Owen realized what was happening. Otherwise
she might not be able to make him come before he wanted to.

“I wanted to be on top this time.”
She smiled at him innocently and scooted her body forward until she was
hovering over his pelvis, her legs folded on either side of his hips.

His face relaxed slightly. “In that
case…” he murmured, moving his hands up to curve around her butt.

He was making this way too easy for
her. She almost felt guilty about her underhanded intentions.

Almost. But this was a challenge,
after all. This wasn’t cheating by any rules they’d ever agreed to. And all
she’d be doing was giving Owen an incredible orgasm.

And making sure she felt in control
of the dangerous feelings lurking in the back of her mind.

Why should he possibly object to
that?

She leaned over and lifted his cock
so she could line it up at her entrance. Breathing out, she lowered herself
over it, felt his hard flesh push inside her.

Owen squeezed his eyes closed as her
tight pussy sheathed him, and he released a breathless little sound of tortured
pleasure.

She chuckled huskily and brought her
hands forward so she could cup his face. “You all right, baby?” she inquired in
her throatiest voice. She had never called him “baby” before, but she thought
it might sound extra sexy.

He opened his eyes, either at the
question or the endearment. Because she had poised herself appropriately, he
was greeted by the sight of her gently swaying breasts and soft fall of hair.

Owen groaned and shifted his eyes
away from her. “Fuck,” he muttered, “You’re killing me, love.” She could feel
how tense he was in the muscles of his face, and then in his chest and belly as
she ran her hands down over his body. “I hope you appreciate all the torture
I'm going through for you.”

Despite her plan to move into things
gradually, her body tightened involuntarily around him at the outrageousness of
this remark. He’d spoken as if he was doing this for her—when he’d already told
her straight out that he wasn’t. No matter how much he happened to please her
along the way, he’d made it very clear he was doing this to win.

Which meant she didn’t have to feel
guilty for doing anything she had to do to keep him from winning.

He grunted harshly as her inner
muscles clenched around him. “Watch it,” he said, his entire body jerking at
the sudden pressure. “Or this will be over before it’s started.”

“Before it’s started? I thought we
started at 2:10.” Amy stroked playfully over the lower part of this damp
stomach.

He was clearly trying to make his
mind work at its normal speed and acuteness, but his eyes were glazed over.
“Right,” he mumbled, obviously unable to come up with a clever response. “I
meant this time. You want to come again, don’t you? In case you hadn’t realized
it, I’m rather close to losing it.”

“Really?” Amy breathed, hiding a
smile. She slid her hands up to fondle his nipples. “You’re doing so well. I’m
sure you can hold out for three more orgasms.”

She could tell he was getting
suspicious—even desire this strong couldn’t turn off all of his mental
faculties—so she didn’t give him time to think. Started rocking back and forth.

Owen released his breath with a little
moan and clutched at her hips.

Amy wasn’t planning to come
again—four orgasms were quite enough to satisfy her physical needs and to
stroke his swollen ego—but she’d always loved being astride him so she relaxed
her body and enjoyed the feelings.

“Good,” Owen said hoarsely, his neck
arching back in a way that tilted his face away from her. “Good, baby. That’s
it.” He was trying to guide her motion with his hands, and she decided he might
lose control faster if she let him have his way. So she followed his urging,
made circular movements with her hips. Moaned softly.

The pleasure was real and was slowly
building up into a deep pressure inside her. Her previous orgasms actually
seemed to have made coming again easier—as if her body was now primed and ready,
and the slightest stimulation could push her over the edge. She had to be careful
or else she would beat Owen to climax.

It wasn’t often that a woman would
try her best not to orgasm, but these were unusual circumstances.

“Owen,” she gasped, straightening her
spine and letting her head fall backwards. “God, Owen!” She told herself that
these impassioned exclamations were purely to turn Owen on even more, but she
couldn’t quite convince herself. She hadn’t intended to say anything. Certainly
not what she said next. “You feel so good.”

“Yes,” Owen hissed, staring at her
hotly, directing the motion of her pelvis with his strong hands. “That’s right.
Come, Amy. Come for me again.”

It wouldn’t take very much more of
this erotic stimulation before she would, so she focused—not on her
pleasure—but on what was most essential. Her victory. Decided she better speed
things up before her priorities got rearranged.

Instead of rocking rhythmically and
grinding over him, Amy started moving over his cock, using her thighs to lever
herself up and down. In this way, she quickly developed a rapid pumping motion.

“Fuck,” Owen choked, trying to hold
her still. His tight grip was painful but failed to prevent her from riding him
hard. “I can’t…” He sucked in a harsh breath and twisted his features with
effort. She could feel that the muscles of his belly were rock hard as her
hands pushed down on him for leverage. “Amy, wait. I can’t…”

His eyes were wild and desperate, and
Amy knew exactly what he couldn’t do.

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore,
and she didn’t want him to.

She was breathless now and not just
from the renewed exertion. But fortunately the sudden change in stimulation had
interrupted her rising climax. She bounced over him, noticing with a naughty
thrill how his eyes lowered from her blazing face to her shaking breasts. Her
movements were growing sloppy and uncontrolled, but she knew precision didn’t
matter now as much as speed and intensity. Her thighs were starting to burn,
but she knew she was driving Owen crazy.

“Amy,” he said in a thick voice. “Amy,
love, I can’t…” He couldn’t finish the sentence because she started to squeeze
her muscles around him.

Letting out an agonized burst of
sound, Owen’s legs bent up involuntarily, his knees lifting and heels sliding
toward his body as he tried to maintain his control. “Amy. What…”

He didn’t finish his question. He met
her eyes and then understood exactly what she was doing.

She felt exhilarated, powerful,
temporarily dominant, as she watched this strong, composed man totally lose it
beneath her. She squeezed around him as steadily as she could, trying to
coordinate that rhythm with the speed she was riding him. When he began to buck
up into her, making helpless, grunting sounds, she knew she had won.

It wouldn’t take him long now to
come.

But one thing she hadn’t counted on
was the effect his thrusts had on her body. As his cock drove into her from
below, the rough friction on her sensitized flesh sent her spiraling past
conscious intentions. The delicious pressure—briefly interrupted—started
building again at the sight of his frantic desire and the lush sensations they
were generating between them.

She moaned deeply and tried to
remember to keep squeezing her muscles. Raised her hands to clutch her own
breasts, which were slapping against her chest. “Your turn,” she gasped,
desperately trying to think of anything but how close she was to coming. “Come,
Owen. Come now.”

His entire body was rocking like a
wave, his hips slamming up into hers without restraint. “You first,” he gritted
out, one hand gripping the flesh of her hip and the other fumbling in the
general location of her clit.

She moved with his thrusts instinctively,
her body having a will of its own—and that will rushing headlong toward her
fifth climax. The only way to stop the momentum would be to stop moving
entirely, but that would interrupt Owen’s climax. And his release was what she
needed.

So she met each of his thrusts.
Erratically clenched around him whenever she could remember to use her intimate
muscles purposefully. Felt perspiration forming in the hollow of her neck, the
small of her back, and where her thighs were rubbing against his skin. She made
little whimpers of pleasure and frustration as she tried to hold back her
impending climax.

“No,” she panted, her voice
unconsciously synchronizing itself to the tempo of their slapping bodies. “You.
Come, baby. Come.”

He choked on a strangled sound and
fisted the bedding with one of his hands, pulling up the coverlet as his body
thrashed helplessly.

Amy closed her eyes tightly. Couldn’t
watch him. It was too much, too overwhelming. She’d never seen him like this
before. Never witnessed such tangible proof of how wild, how primitively
desperate she could make this sophisticated man.

His hand fumbled again at her clit,
and this time arrived at the right spot. He pushed into the swollen bit of
flesh, and Amy cried out as a jolt of sharp pleasure shot through her.

The one part of her mind that could
still focus on such things realized that Owen was about to win this little
race. So in a last ditch effort to get him to come before she did, she arched
her back as far she could, tightening her belly and breasts as she leaned
backward.

She knew Owen was watching her with
frantic intensity, and she reached behind her body to find and cup his balls.

It only took one squeeze of her hand
for Owen to roar out, “Fuck!”

He came with startling power. Amy saw
his face transform in the sudden wash of pleasure. Heard his shouted cry of
relief. Felt him swell and contract inside her tight muscles.

She was convinced she would have been
able to hold back her orgasm, even though Owen continued to thrust wildly throughout
the duration of his climax. Amy was all set to watch him come, to enjoy her
victory. She was very close to orgasm but she hadn’t fallen over the edge.

Except for one thing. After his
initial loud vocal response, while his climax was still ripping through him,
Owen closed his eyes and breathed in a harsh whisper, “Yes, love. Amy.”