Chapter 18 - Part III(R)

There was an eerie silence in the car as he parked the car in the driveway. Well you couldn't exactly call it silence: the air around us was crackling, and our loud breaths and pants filled the silence around us.

Terrence was staring at me, with so much desire, that I was now sure that my thong was completely soaked and seat wasn't spared too. My cheeks felt hot, as well as every other part of me his gaze fell upon. He unbuckled his seatbelt slowly, and then leaned over, towards me, trailing a finger softly down my heated cheeks.

I closed my eyes in bliss, parting my lips as his thumb traced them, his own lips not uttering a single word. His breaths fanned my shoulder, and I shivered as his fingers continued to trail downward, right over my breasts and their hardened tips.

I moaned.

"No bra." He whispered, nipping my shoulder softly and I shuddered under his touch. His fingers trailed even lower, and my breath hitched as he traced my taut stomach.

I heard a click, and at the same moment, I pushed him away.

He gave me a confused look, but I flashed him a grin (it was so fucking difficult given how turned on I was) and said:

"Catch me if you can, baby."

And with that I sprinted out of the car. I had been to this farmhouse numerous times, and that was why I knew my way around very well. I kicked off my heels on the grass in a hurry, and entered the house through the open back door because Terrence had the keys. I was giggling all the way, laughing even more when I heard Terrence's playful growls. He was enjoying the chase, I knew it, and I made sure that he was getting a hard one.

Chase, I mean.

I had somehow reached the dining room, and my jaw dropped open when my eyes fell on Terrence who was standing right across the room, with just the dining table in between us. His lips were upturned in a sexy smirk, making my insides melt more than they already were. He was holding my heels in one hand, and his other hand was casually stuffed in his pocket.

"How?" I asked him. He couldn't have picked up my heels and then came all round to unlock the front door so fast.

"I know the house better than you do, love..." A shiver ran down my spine, "And you know that no matter how fast you run away from me, you are going to end up under me. On the bed. And completely *naked."

My knees almost buckled under me when he flashed me a lopsided grin, and a shaky breath escaped me. I somehow gathered my wits and stepped away from the dining table, calculating my next step, but right then, just right then...

He lunged at me.

I ducked almost instantly, squealing when his arms found empty air. It took me a moment to notice that he had actually jumped over the chairs and the table, seeing how upturned they were. He lunged for me again, and I dashed towards a side, sticking out my tongue when he failed again.

I was giggling, absentmindedly letting my defences down when he lunged for me again.

I turned this time, but he managed to grab me from behind. He turned me around and forced me up against the nearest wall, trapping my struggling wrists above me tightly. I kept trying to push him away, and kept on struggling, but then he pressed his entire length against me, effectively trapping me under his weight.

"Gotcha, baby!"

I shuddered under him again, and I knew fighting him off was going to be difficult. My body was betraying me completely, arching so that our bodies didn't lose contact. Yet, when his mouth came crashing down, I managed to turn my face away. He didn't mind that too - I felt his smirk when his lips caressed my collarbone. His entire body was leaning against me as he bent lower, his teeth tugging at the sleeve of my dress. I felt so hot, with his hard muscles digging into my flesh, his mouth forcefully nipping and sucking my skin, that I moaned, my eyes rolling at the back of my head.

He didn't miss the opportunity; his tongue entered my parted lips and forced them even more apart, exploring every corner of my mouth as his lips expertly moved against mine. I moaned again, with everything overwhelming me to the point that I didn't realise that I was grinding against him, feeling his hardened shaft through the fabric of his jeans.

He left my wrists that moment, and I threads my fingers in his hair, deepening our kiss. He groaned in my mouth, the sound sending vibrations straight to my soaking core, and I ground against him again. His free hand went behind me and lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around him.

Then he slowly slipped my heels back on.

I pulled away, panting, as he continued to kiss and suck down to my neck, "...why?..." I gasped.

"I..." He gasped, looking up so that his blues could drown me in, "...am going to be the one to take them off." His hand came up to tug my neckline, "Only I will take off this dress..." And his hand came down and slipped under my dress, caressing my thighs till he reached the lace of my thong, "...and this- oh fuck, Alyssa! You're so fucking wet."

His kissed me again, his fingers now teasing my moist thighs. My hands went down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off him. He gasped as we had to part to take his shirt off, and the intensity of his look took my breath away.

Fuck, I loved him so much.

This time, I grabbed him by the neck and captured his lips wildly, with so much force that he staggered back till his back was against a chair. He then turned us around and set me down on the dining table, and this way I was taller than him. His fingers threaded in my hair as my fingers went lower, feeling up his hard muscles that quivered under my touch.

"Alyssa..." He groaned, his hand grabbing my thigh possessively and I knew now he had had enough. My hand had now reached his V-line, and now was trailing lower to the bulge down there.

But he was faster than me.

Before I could even unbutton his jeans, he threw me over his shoulder and walked towards the master bedroom. My head was spinning and I felt dizzy, my raging hormones making me feel more than I could take.

I yelped loudly when he threw me on the soft mattress, and his body instantly covered mine.

"Alyssa...now is probably the only moment you can stop me. Are you- fuck, Alyssa...stop...I got it."

Wondering what I did to him?

Simple, I grabbed his crotch, the fabric taut and firm, as he hardened and twitch again. He grabbed my wrists and held them up above me once again.

"Terrence...please..." I moaned, my core aching for friction.

"Please what, baby?"

"Let me touch you..." I begged unashamedly.

"Nah." He clucked his tongue, his mouth hovering over my breasts. "You have teased me enough as it is, today. Now it's my turn. Tell me one thing: did you like this dress?"

"No-"

With just one tug, the dress was ripped off me. I was lying at his mercy, breathless, only in my thong and my heels. His blue eyes sparkled and gleamed with oh, God - so much lust, and his gaze roamed over me as if he was worshipping me, as if he had never seen a woman before.

He licked his lips as his eyes were trained on my breasts, heavy with desire, my nipples hard and aching for his touch. My chest was heaving as I kept staring at him, tightening my legs around him as leaned down to kiss hollow at the base of my throat.

I moaned again, a soft and breathy moan that begged him for more. His mouth travelled lower, feathering over the top of my breasts and as he continued to suck and bite my skin.

"You know..." He breathed, his voice so fucking deep that my core tingled, "...sometimes, I want to be a little baby, like Ryan..."

"Why?"

"Because he gets to do this..."

And then he swooped down on me, his eyes meeting mine as his mouth closed over one of my nipples, his hand cupping and kneading my other breast. My back arched off the bed as I pushed my breasts towards his mouth, my moans getting louder and louder as he sucked, tugged and flicked my breasts. My fingers threaded into his hair and then ran down his back, digging in when the pleasure was too much for me.

Milk trickled off my other breast, and Terrence readily lapped it up, the sight making me shudder under him. The things... Oh my...the things that he was doing to me with those fingers and his tongue...he was driving me wild, his musky scent engulfing me just like his arms were caging me in.

"No wonder I always wanted to be in Ryan's place..." His mouth was now cleaning up the remaining milk that was oozing out of my nipples.

"But now, I realise something..."

"What?" I murmured distractedly as his teeth nipped my navel.

"As a baby, I can't do this-"

One moment, I felt him grab my thighs and throw my legs over his shoulders, and the other moment, my mind went blank.

"Terrence!" I screamed his name, my voice echoing off the walls of the house. He had torn off whatever little fabric was left on my body, and all I could feel now was his head between my legs, his tongue at my clit and his stubble scraping my inner thighs.

"Terr-Oh god... Terrence!" I kept moaning his name, my eyes closed and my head thrown back and my legs tightened around his shoulders. My fingers knotted in his hair yet again, and my hips ground against his face on their own accord.

Terrence grabbed my hips firmly, keeping them in place as his tongue flicked and teased my dripping core. He groaned once and twice, and just the voice made me gush more and more. My cheeks, that were already hot, now flushed deep red as I could see that even his forehead was glistening with my arousal.

Oh, fuck!

My body refused to stay still, and I writhed and shivered as my head spun, almost making me see stars with how a strange kind of pressure built within me. My legs, around his shoulders quivered and trembled as his tongue kept assaulting me, circling, probing the places I never reached.

And that was when he slowly slipped a finger inside me.

My eyes rolled at the back of my head and my thighs tightened, as he boldly slipped in another finger.

And another.

Three fingers, and I already felt so full. His fingers stretched and teased my inner walls, making my body buck off the bed wildly. I moaned his name loudly as I looked towards him, his blue eyes meeting mine as he continued his sweet torture. He groaned when I tugged at his hair and brought his face closer to me. There was a moment when I thought I couldn't do anymore...

And I exploded...into my first ever orgasm.

It felt shattering, as if my fragile little body had shattered in thousand small pieces. My heart and my lungs had stopped, but my whole body shuddered as Terrence kept licking, sucking and nipping me, pushing me more and more over the edge.

"Terrence....please...fuck...Terrence..." I gasped, my chest still heaving from my breathlessness.

"It's alright, baby. I've got you." He murmured, sitting up while he wiped off his face that was glistening with my juices. He slowly came up towards me, a lazy smirk on his face that made me smile.

He kissed me, *really* kissed me, like he never did before. His tongue snaked inside my mouth and it was so fucking hot as we both fought each other with out mouths. His hands were roaming and wandering all over my body, pinching and kneading wherever he could as he hands slipped between my legs. I reached down and unzipped his fly, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of his jeans as well as his boxers and pushing them down together.

His erection sprang out, and twitched against my soaking core. I moaned as Terrence slowly ground himself against me, and I reached down to hold him.

But he stopped me.

"Not now, babe. You'll get scared." He flashed me a cocky smirk and grabbed my thighs, spreading them apart so that he could settle himself in between. He descended down on me for another kiss, feather light ones- oh my, so gentle, that I felt like I had dissolved into the bed.

I was so lost in the sweet kiss, so lost in the emotions that we poured into each other, that I didn't even hear him tearing the foil packet. It was when his tip slightly teased my entrance when I let out a loud gasp in his mouth.

"Steady baby, hold still, alright?" He murmured fervently in mouth.

Before I could even nod properly, he entered me halfway with a sharp thrust.