Chapter 36 Can Have Them Both
Lana’s Point of View
I felt my back slam against the bed, and before I could even move, Christian’s huge body covered mine instantly. He kissed me deeply, with even a greater passion than the last time—his tongue plunged deep into my mouth, claiming every single corner there.
More heat pooled in the pit of my stomach. His hands were everywhere, on my neck, on my stomach, holding my breast, touching my hips, and just resting in between my legs.
He breathes hard and hot against my lips, the lewd sound of our moans mixed as we explored just how far we could allow this madness go.
This is wrong…
I know I shouldn’t be doing this; I cannot have them both. However, nothing feels quite right, and I couldn’t decide which of the two I wanted the most.
Air rushed into my lungs the moment his lips left mine, breaking the kiss. Christian trailed hot, wet, and open kisses down to my neck, sucking a particular spot on my neck and down to my shoulders.
“Ah,” A pained grunt escaped me when he bit down on my collarbone. The pain shifted quickly, and a stinging, pleasurable sensation replaced it.
I felt my hips tugged forward, meeting the hardened bulge in his pants, and I ground against him. I didn’t care anymore. My brain was fighting for survival, and the throbbing ache in my core only intensified.
I knew what I needed.
I might sound or look innocent, but I knew that I wanted to be held down and fucked like a little slut, and I hated it sometimes, but it is part of who I am.
Noticing my eagerness, Christian smirked, and he wrapped his fingers around my neck and shoved me harder into the bed.
With just enough force, it took me a minute before I heard the sound of my own breathing; I was panting like a starved animal, my ragged breathing filled with room—but I didn’t care. I can think about the consequences of my actions later, but right now, I just need him.
“You want this, don’t you?” He asked, his other hand slipping into my pants, and when his fingers touched me through the linen of my panties, I felt my thighs pressed together, trying to find some sort of friction.
Anything to get me going, I just can’t stand the suspense anymore.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” He grinned, still feeling me through my drenched panties, and he teased me for a while before he pulled his fingers out of my pants. My heart slammed against my ribcage when my eyes caught his fingers covered with the slick fluids—juices of my femininity.
I gaped at him as he inserted those fingers in his mouth teasingly and sucked hard on them, my cheeks flushed, and in response, I felt a powerful throb around my clit. I might claim to hate Christian, but one thing was certain: my body doesn’t seem to agree with me on that.
“Open your mouth,” He ordered, and almost immediately, my lips parted. He inserted those two fingers that were now filled with his saliva into my mouth, my heart stopped in my chest, but I remained still—unwilling to fight, not when I was this turned on. “Suck it, my flower.”
I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked off the saliva and the salty remnant of my juices.
“Good girl,” He praised me. “What do you taste?”
He shoved his fingers even deeper into my mouth. I tried to pull back, but his eyes held me in place. “Keep sucking, don’t stop.”
I didn’t even though I was about to gag, I didn’t stop sucking, my teeth grazing the skin of his fingers as my tongue coated it with more saliva. “Do you taste yourself?” His fingers unwrapped from my neck and slipped into my hair, and just when I felt my jaw was going to fall off my face, he slipped his hands out.
“Urgh!” Fresh air rushed into my lungs.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
My eyes widened when Christian suddenly grabbed the waistband of my pants and tugged it off with one pull. I kicked at first, a little shy, but he grabbed both of my legs effortlessly and spread them open.
“Christian, Ah…no.” I squeezed out, still struggling for breath.
“Does no mean stop?” He asked me, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy, and then he focused on the bud just directly above, rubbing it delicately.
“Fuck,” My eyes squeezed shut, as I felt my hips buckle.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked teasingly, and my eyes flew open to glare at him.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I warned, but guess what—the fucker did. He stopped; I was about to complain when he lowered his head, shifting my panties to the side, and buried in his head inside my forbidden well.
My back arched when his tongue spread open my wetness, his hands gripped my hips even tighter as he brought me closer. While he feasted on me, like a ravaged animal in dire thirst, he slurped and drank.
“Ah!” I felt another scream escape my lips, and my back arched again, burying my fingers into his dark hair, and I pulled.
No matter how much I pulled and scratched his shoulder, he didn’t stop. His tongue circled my clit now, and his icy blue eyes stared sharply at me, and they mocked me.
“Hngh, mhm…” I bit down on my lips instead, but I just couldn’t hold it in, the pleasure that crashed through my body in delicious waves. “Ah, Christian.”
He pushed me down again, this time pressing one hand against my lower belly as if to keep me in place, and he closed his lips around my clit, sucking hard while his tongue still flicked me as well.
I was close…so close.
“Argh!” I screamed, goosebumps prickled on the entire part of my body, and it felt as though I was splashed with a bucket of cold water. He groaned against my bare skin, and there I gave in to it.
My body quivered, and I found myself pressing my hips against his face, grinding into his mouth, nose, and jaw.
I was closer than ever… my moans became desperate, and louder, the pulsation in my pussy intensified—I felt myself crash, and exploded into my mouth. My entire body quaking, I screamed out my release, and he just held me down again, rubbing more vigorously until he drained even the last tremor in my legs.
I collapsed on the bed, my vision blurry, and my body limp—I didn’t care, I was done.
I drifted off into sleep.