Thresh: Alpha One Security: Book 2 (23 page)

She kicked her legs and stared up at me, a nervous smile on her lips. “Show me all your tricks, Thresh.”
 

I dragged my palm over her tits, and then cupped her waist. “I plan to, Lola. Every single one.”
 

She bit her lip, brows furrowing as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants. “I bet you know a lot of tricks.”
 

“A few, yeah.” Hauled one side of the stretchy cotton down past her hip, then the other side, using my one good hand. One side, then the other, until the pants were at her ankles, and then I yanked them off and tossed them over her shoulder into the
fale
along with her bra and my sling. “You got one of my tricks earlier, a demonstration of my manual dexterity and facility with the female orgasm.”
 

“I award you full marks for that effort,” she breathed, and suddenly we were playing a little game. Good idea, make this fun, keep her mind off the nerves. “What is the next demonstration?”

“Oral skills.” I cupped the back of her neck, kissed her mouth, and this time I didn’t hold back, this time I gave her the full mouth-fuck, tonguing her and scouring her lips with mine relentlessly until she was gasping into my mouth and sagging against me.
 

“Jesus, Thresh. Where the hell’d you learn to kiss like that?”
 

I shrugged. “Dunno. You just…bring it out of me.”
 

“Well it’s bringing something out of me,” she murmured, and then couldn’t speak because she was gasping again as I laid her back onto the platform and leaned over her, taking her breast in my mouth, then the other, giving her tits the same thorough attention I’d given to her mouth.

“Good,” I said, around a mouthful of lush Samoan tit. “Let it all out.”
 

“I plan to. The way you use that mouth of yours, I don’t think I’ll have much choice.”
 

I kissed downward then, and felt my heartbeat ratchet up, because although I’d had my fingers in her pussy, I hadn’t seen it yet, hadn’t really gotten the full experience of it, and I was so fucking excited to see her bare for me, to feel her naked body, to get my mouth on her…I felt like a teenager, I was so giddy.
 

Fortunately I hadn’t lost my adult self-control or stamina, because as a teenager I’d not really had much of either. Now, though, I had both in spades. Men can and should do Kegels, let me tell you. Works wonders for holding off. That plus counting sheep? I could hold off almost at will, until I was ready to let go. Although I’d never been with anyone like Lola, a woman who turned me on this much, got me this hard without even touching me. So I might not be as in control as I usually was.

She was wearing a thong. Blue as the Caribbean Sea, nothing but an inch-wide strip of lace around her hips and a minuscule triangle over her pussy, and even then, the lace only barely disguised her sex, showed it in tantalizing glimpses and hints. I was already hard as a fucking rock, but when I saw that, I reared back, left her lying on the platform, tits bulging up and swaying to each side, hips wide, bell-shaped, perfect, and those thighs, my god, those thighs, muscular and thick and soft, framing her pussy in a tight wedge…

I immediately began aching. I went so hard I bent in half as the top of my straightening cock hit the ceiling of my waistband.
 

“Fuck, Lola,” I growled.

She lifted her head and glanced at me, perplexed by the fact that I’d stopped touching, and by the tone in my voice.

“What’s wrong, Thresh?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong, honey.” I slid both hands up her shins to her thighs. “Everything’s perfect. You’re perfect. I swear to god, I’ve never seen a more perfect woman in my whole life.”
 

She shut her eyes and let her head thump down on the wood platform. “Oh stop.”
 

I growled. “I’m serious. You are so fucking sexy I can’t even handle it.”
 

She lifted up to rest on her elbows. Her hair framed her face and partially obscured her breasts, and her expression was…I wasn’t sure. So happy, so grateful she was near tears? Let’s go with that.

“Thank you, Thresh.”
 

“No, Lola, thank
you
.” I ran my hands up her thighs to her waist, hooked my fingers in the strap of lace around her hips. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for giving me this gift.”

She frowned, puzzled. “What gift?”

I hauled that ridiculously, incredibly erotic thong down, and she lifted her ass to let me take it off; I tossed it on our growing pile of clothing. I knelt, and now she was at perfect face-height.
 

I met her gaze, leaving my hands on her thighs, then gripped her, shook gently. “This.
You
.” I tugged my hands apart, and she slowly, reluctantly let me open her thighs. “You’re the gift, Lola. I’ve unwrapped you, now let me enjoy you.”
 

“I’m a little scared, Thresh.” Her voice was small.

I kept my eyes on hers. “Watch me. Look at me. Don’t close your eyes.”
 

“I’ll try.”
 

I put my lips to the inside of her knee, then the other. Laved kisses up the insides of her thighs, one side and the other, pushing her legs farther apart with each kiss as I went. Every once in a while I’d look up at her, make sure she was looking at me. And she was, the whole time. Eyes wide but brows drawn, lower lip caught between her teeth. The closer I got to her pussy, the harder she breathed; by the time my breath was soughing over her pussy, she was almost hyperventilating.
 

“Keep breathing, babe. Slow breaths in and out. And if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. I’ll stop immediately.”
 

“I’m totally panicking right now, but don’t you dare stop. I might strangle you with my thighs, though.”
 

I shifted a little closer to her, nudged her thighs farther apart, pushed her feet closer to her buttocks, and now she was spread wide for me, opened for me. And god, what a gorgeous pussy. Tight, a thin, trimmed scrim of curly black hairs…god. I wanted it. I needed to taste it. I glanced back up at Lola.
 

“Keep going, Thresh. Just…go slow.”
 

I just touched her at first. One finger, my index finger, trailing from the top of her pussy downward. She shivered as I traced her opening, feathered my touch over the tight firm lips. I gently flicked the beautiful little hard button of her prominent clit and she gasped, and then I circled my fingertip against it, barely touching, and her head fell back on her neck, whimpering.

“Look at me, Lola,” I commanded. “Watch me as I finger your pussy.”
 

She lifted up a little more, watching as I ran my finger around her clit. “That feels too good—oh god…”
 

I moved my finger down, to the entrance of her channel, and slid my finger into her wet tight warmth. Dragged her wetness out of her and smeared it against her clit. “You’re wet for me, Lola.” I slid two fingers in, then drew them out of her and showed her my slick, glistening fingers. “See how wet you are?”
 

“It’s you, the way you touch me. You make me so wet. You make me ache.”
 

“You’re aching?” I asked, sliding my fingers back in, pulling them out and then pushing back in, then going to her clit again, slow circles around the now-lubricated nerve center of her sex. “Aching for what?”
 

“Oh….mmmmm…” She moved her hips, head lolling back again. “More.”
 

I circled faster, until her hips were gyrating. “More of what?”
 

“You.”
 

“You can have anything you want, Lola.”

She jerked her head up to glare at me. “This again?” She sounded as riled up and turned on as she did frustrated. “You’re gonna make me ask, aren’t you?”

“Damn right I am,” I said. “I like to hear you talk dirty. It’s so fucking sexy.”
 

I slowed my touch, ran my tongue along her inner thigh, right along the crease where inner thigh met labia, and she gasped, a breathy, whining sharp intake of air.
 

“That, Thresh. Your mouth.” She shoved her hips at me, seeking more of my lips. “Put your mouth on me.”

I kissed around her pussy, over the top, just barely missing her clit, then down the other side. “My mouth
is
on you.”
 

She huffed. “Damn you…” She flopped down, scooted her ass to the edge of the platform, and reached her hands to clutch my head. “Lick my cunt, Thresh. Make me come with your mouth. Don’t stop, no matter what I say or do.”
 

I nearly came in my pants, then, but managed to hold it back. “Play with your tits while I lick your cunt, Lola.”
 

I watched as she ran her hands over her breasts, and that too was so erotic I could barely contain myself. I slid my two fingers deep inside her, curled them to finger her G-spot, and when she bucked her hips off the platform, I knew I’d found it, and that’s when I dove in, flicking my tongue over her clit, a questing first taste. She gasped, and her grip on my head tightened. I licked again, from the bottom of her pussy to the top, pressing in at the apex to flatten my tongue against her clit, and then I began circling, alternating with side-to-side flicks, changing at random, glancing up now and then to watch her roll her nipples between her fingertips, then squeeze her breasts hard and knead them, then return to flicking and pinching and rolling her nipples.
 

The more I licked her clit, the breathier and more frantic her breathing became, until she was almost hyperventilating again, each breath in a sob, panicked, frenzied.
 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck—Thresh, Jesus—” she bit out, and then her head jerked up and she stopped toying with her breasts to lean on her elbows, just watching now. Her eyes darted around, and I realized she was feeling the panic then, feeling the eyes on her.
 

Time to amp it up. I slid my fingers in and out, curling as I slid them in to brush her G-spot, then sliding out, faster and faster, increasing the pace of my tongue against her clit. She fell back to the platform, and her fingernails dug into my scalp and she was jerking me against her pussy, riding my face, grinding against me, legs around my shoulders and clinging tight. All the while, she was sobbing, gasping, periodically jerking her eyes open to meet my gaze.
 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed. “Oh god, please, please—”

I didn’t know what she was begging for, who she was begging to, but I didn’t stop, even as her sobs took over, replacing the gasps and the whimpers. Tears streamed down her face, but she was writhing against me and had my head in a death-grip, holding me so hard against her pussy that I couldn’t have stopped even if I’d tried. She was levered up on her elbows, staring at me, watching me, and I saw the fear, the panic, but I also saw that she was working through it, letting herself feel it.
 

She broke apart on a sob. Her spine left the platform, her shoulders taking her weight, feet digging against my shoulders, pushing away, pushing herself up and away even as she clung to my head with both hands, my tongue moving in a wild frenzy, fingers gliding in and out hard and fast, squelching in her wet channel, bringing her up, up—

“THRESH!”
 

She arched, paralyzed, spine bowed out, hips fluttering in tiny helpless circles as I licked her past her orgasm, past her climax.
 

Eventually, she relaxed, letting her spine and ass meet the platform once more, hips still jerking as the after-shocks wracked her, and I laved her through those, too.
 

She finally pushed me away, panting. “Stop, stop. God, please stop now—it’s too much, fuck, it’s too much—”

I let her stop me, sank back onto my haunches and watched her pant, chest heaving, tits bouncing with each desperate breath. Eventually, I stood up, licking her essence off my fingers as she watched. “You come so beautifully, Lola,” I said. “I think I need to watch you come a few more times.”
 

She shook her head as I bent over her, claiming her mouth. “Mmmm-mmm,” she said, and broke the kiss. “My turn.
Your
turn, I mean.”
 

She ripped at the closure of my jeans, opening the button, jerking down the zipper, shoving them down past my hips, freeing my cock to sway and bounce, hardening yet more under her gaze.
 

“Fuck, Thresh. That cock of yours is just too beautiful.” She wrapped her hand around it; glanced at me, then back down at it. “It’s so big, so much. It’s perfect, and I’m scared it won’t fit.”
 

I counted sheep and clenched my PC muscles as she caressed my length. “We’ll go slow. You need to come again. The more you come, the looser and more ready for me you’ll be.”
 

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready,” she said. “And I’m not sure I can come again.”
 

“Rub me against your clit,” I told her. “Use my cock like a dildo.”
 

She pressed the head of my dick against her clit and rubbed in circles, and fuck, fuck, fuck, I had to clench, had to hold back, because she felt so good, just the soft warmth of her clit against my crown felt like heaven. It wasn’t taking her long, despite her worry that she wouldn’t be able to come again. It was almost too much, watching her use me to make herself feel good, watching her hand around my cock, using me to stimulate her hard little clit until she was writhing against my cock, gasping now, whimpering, gyrating.

I had to close my eyes and clench and focus, because I was on the edge, and if I didn’t stop myself now, I’d come all over her belly and pussy and both of our hands, and then she’d be covered in my come—

I had to jerk out of her grip and stumbled backward, breathing through clenched teeth, counting out loud: “One…two…three…four…”

“You’re that close?”

“You almost made me come all over you,” I said.