Chapter 25 Using him to scratch an itch
"Why?" He placed his hand under my jaw and turned my face towards him. "I like you, Nova. I hope you know that," he said before he forcefully kissed me on the lips. He was all over me and I couldn't escape from his embrace. I tried to resist by turning my head, but he pulled it back toward him, roughly and shoved his tongue inside my mouth, effectively muffling my protests. I tried to kick and hit him, but all my efforts were in vain, for he was far too strong.
He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me to a table. I was too dazed to know where we were. Murmuring some words to me, he sat me down on it.
"Stop," I begged. "I don't want to do this."
"But your body is telling me otherwise, Nova. You want this."
He forced my legs apart and began rubbing his groin against mine. I gasped as I felt the sheer weight and volume of his meat against my private area. It felt different but in a good way. Before long, it felt wonderful. I couldn't help it; my crotch became drenched quickly. Something I felt appalled by.
What was wrong with me? I tried to fight it, tried to will my body to resist him, to fight against his touch, but it was futile. My fucking mind was unwilling, but my body was.
It was at that point that I pretty much surrendered. I literally gave up. The fact was that I was tired of fighting him off, and he had worn down my resistance. Besides, it felt too good. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it or because I had been celibate for years. Else, I wouldn't have given up so easily.
Whatever the reason, I suddenly changed strategies abruptly and kissed him back as he explored me with his hands. Surprising even myself, I threw my arms around his shoulders and clasped my legs around his waist, wanting to get as close to him as possible.
My body was winning. The damned bastard was ready to get down and dirty with him, while I tried to scream that this was wrong. Giving my body to him after everything he did was totally wrong. Yet, I found myself getting dragged into the darkness called hell.
He paused for a moment, almost confused by my apparent cooperation. However, when he realized I was willingly participating, he went right back to work. I was past the point of no return now.
His touch turned me on in ways that I had never been before. While I hated him passionately, I needed him to have sex with me. You could say I desired to use him to scratch that itch. Who knows, this was a way for me to get the closure I wanted. After this, I might be free enough to sleep with as many men as I wish to without thinking of him.
Dashiell pulled down the top of my bra and groped and squeezed my ample breasts, as he continued to kiss me deeply, dry humping me right there on the table. All this stimulation at one time drove me crazy.
"I have the perfect place in mind," he whispered as he lifted me from the counter he placed me on and walked towards the hall I just stepped out from. He carried me into a room, one that turned out to be his study, as there was just a desk and a couch in it.
Instead of leading me to the couch, he carried me over to the desk and lowered me down. He turned me, so I was backing him and pushed down on my back. I was now bent over my desk on my elbows with my arse and pussy now completely exposed to him. I loved the position more because I wasn't going to watch him touch me.
As he knelt behind me, my heart pounded in anticipation. I was dripping wet, and I ached to be touched. Years of not doing this were finally catching up with me, sending through me a thrill of what was yet to come.
Kneeling behind me, he had his way with me. He began by circling my clitoris with his tongue clockwise, gradually increasing the speed and pressure.
I groaned so loudly that it shocked me. This was the first time he was actually eating me out, unlike the first time he fucked me gently. He seemed to take his time with getting to know my pussy, his tongue going around all crevices to be certain he missed nothing.
Just when I'd thought he was going to attack my clit straight on, he changed pace by circling counter-clockwise, careful not to touch my swollen clit.
Frustrated, I moved my arse back toward him with the hope it would contact his tongue but with no success. It felt wonderful, but frustrating at the same time. I could tell what he was seeking to do. He was trying to get me as horny as possible, and it was working. When I least expected it, he attacked my clit and pussy with a vengeance.
"Fuck!" I groaned, not expecting it to feel as good as it did. If I knew this was how it felt for someone to eat you out like you were their favourite dinner, I would have gone to nightclubs or even found clean men to do that for me.
Dashiell spent the next several minutes devouring my cunt. He sometimes licked my clit and my pussy, up and down, in one long stroke, often changing speeds before he focused solely on my pussy and seemed to be content with trying to lick up as much of my wetness as possible.
I felt the familiar feeling building within me, like a storm coming with a vengeance towards an unsuspecting boat.
I was now bucking my hips back at his face as his tongue went deeper until I finally let go. I came in waves, my body racking with shocks as moans escaped my lips.
When Dashiell finally slipped his tongue out and spent some time licking the area between my pussy and anus, I felt like I was going to combust.
His tongue gently rimmed around the opening of my arse in circular motions, similar to what he did with my clit earlier before he reached around and rubbed my clit as he continued with my backside. It felt wonderful, I must admit.
The combination of him licking my arse while manipulating my clit was driving me over the edge. I was breathing so heavily that I feared I might collapse from the sensation. I felt my orgasm building up until...
He paused, picked me up, and murmured, "When I fuck you, it will be in my bed. And so you know, no one has stepped into the room aside from you. You are the only one I plan to bring here."
His words should have made me giddy, but it didn't. It reminded me he was still with Lilith, but I didn't let that bother me. Tonight, I was using him to scratch and itch. It wasn't like I would take him back just because he made my toes curl. He would have to do something more for me to do that, like walking through a river of fire. Or letting a train run him over..