37: Take Off Your Clothes

I lay on the bed for what felt like an eternity letting my body come back down from that orgasm. By the time my body had calmed enough to talk, Nathaniel was standing over me, rolling a condom on, ready and raring to go.

I grabbed his hands, pulling him down on top of me before he could react. He ended up on top of me, his hands pinning mine above my head, his cock pressing into my entrance.

I couldn’t help but rotate my hips, begging him to sink inside me. He smirked, his mouth going to my neck to lick over his mark, my body squirming beneath him.

He pressed harder against me, but kept on making a point of not letting even the head of his cock enter. I cried out beneath him, tilting my hips up towards him.

“Nathaniel, please,” I moaned and squirmed, trying to break his hold on my hands, trying to get him inside me, anything. Anything to break the tension.

He smirked, leaning down to whisper in my ear, still just letting the head of his cock rub against me. “Please what, my Queen?”

Queen?!

My thought process was interrupted when his teeth pressed into my neck, just above his mark. My eyes fell shut, my breathing heavy.

“Please what, my Queen?” He whispered again.

“I need you,” I growled, “I need you now.”

He smirked, leaning over me, his mouth crashing down on mine. Before I could really sink into his kiss, he broke away, lips going to my neck again. “As you command, my Queen.”

He thrust inside me in one movement, just a couple inches, but not moving again. Nathaniel’s hands disappeared from my wrists, moving to my hips where he fought to keep me still as I squirmed under him, his breathing harsh.

“Nathaniel,” I growled. As soon as his eyes met mine again, I squeezed my muscles around him.

He growled in my ear. “Behave.”

I squeezed him again, and again, until his breathing was laboured, eyes closed. I wrapped my ankles around his waist, using my newfound grip to roll us over.

Once I was straddling his hips, I sank straight down his length as far as I could go, my eyes falling shut and head dropping back as I stretched around him. I whimpered; he was so deep.

Nathaniel’s hands went to my hips, fingers digging in as he fought to control my movements. I leaned back again, changing his angle so with every thrust, his body rubbed against my clit and he bumped my g-spot.

His grip on my hips and thrusts beneath me moved us faster, harder. Nathaniel’s breathing quickened, his expression demanding. He flipped us back over, pulling me up in front of him so I was on my hands and knees.

He thrust back inside me, and I cried out around him at the new angle. He set a punishing pace, the fingers of his right hand digging into hip.

Without letting up, his other hand wound into my hair, using his grip to pull me back up until my back was flush against his chest. My eyes met Luke’s, and he smirked at the desperation on my face.

Nathaniel thrust faster, harder, leaving me whimpering in front of him as my orgasm approached. He used his grip on my hair to pull my head to the side, giving him easy access to his mark.

My orgasm hit like a freight train when he sunk his teeth into my neck just below his original mark, leaving me screaming his name, my body tightening around him.

Nathaniel let go of my hair, letting me fall forwards onto the bed as he lost all rhythm, growling as he chased his own release. His thrusts got harder, deeper, somehow keeping my orgasm rolling through me. I screamed his name again when he thrust impossibly deep inside me, staying there as he came.

I moaned as he slipped out of me, my body suddenly feeling very empty. I forced myself upright so I was on my knees, legs still open wide, watching Luke. His gaze moved from my mouth, down my chest to my breasts, and down my stomach, ending up between my legs.

I needed him too, but he was way overdressed.

“Take off your clothes, Luke.”

He smirked. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He stripped off in record time, standing before me waiting for me to come to him. I pulled myself to my feet, my legs still wobbly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth down to meet my own.

His kiss swallowed my moans when his hands danced down my chest, taking advantage of my distraction to push his tongue against mine. I groaned as my knees went weak when he pinched my nipples.

“Luke, please, I need you,” I whimpered. This heat was kicking my backside. He crashed his mouth back into mine, his right hand breaking away from my breast, his hand reaching down between us so his fingers rubbing circles around my clit.

I couldn’t help my body shaking; my orgasm was just under my skin. Sensing this, Luke pulled his fingers away from me. “Not yet, my Queen. I want to be inside you.”

He turned away from me, walking across to the other side of the room and sinking down on to the chair. I turned around, checking where Nathaniel was. He’d made his way to the armchair and was starting to stroke his length whilst he watched.

I stood between Luke’s legs, bending over in front of him to brush my lips against his. I could feel Nathaniel’s eyes watching my ass as I pushed my hips into the air, ending up tip toeing.

I straddled Luke’s lap, sinking down his length. He groaned, head falling backwards. “So wet,” he growled, voice low and full of desire.

I circled my hips on him, and I couldn’t help my muscles already contracting around him. “I won’t last if you keep squeezing me like that,” he growled.

“I don’t need you to last, I need you to fuck me.”

He growled, pushing me back down on him, hard.

Before I could start moving again, he picked me up as he stood, ending up pinning me between his body and the wall.

Luke did exactly as I asked, moving harder, faster, deeper inside me. “Luke, goddess, don’t stop,” I screamed, my orgasm racing towards me again. He smirked, before somehow picking up even more speed.

A few thrusts later, he pushed me over the edge with him, screaming my release as he let out a deep growl with his own.

Somehow, even after that many orgasms, I still needed them; both of them. This heat was a bitch.

“Don’t worry, my Queen,” Luke whispered in my ear, somehow still hard inside me. “We’ll take care of you. But this time, we’re going to take you together."