Warrior (Twisted Sister #2) (8 page)

“Not until I have your permission.” He smirks, removing his hand completely away from me.

“Ahh,” I groan exasperated, and throw my head into the pillow. I start sucking in a lungful of air in a vain attempt to calm my breathing.

A contented purring echoes around the room. I’m curious to see what has him making this sound. If I wasn’t wet and wanting before, the sight of him now… well, damn… this incredibly hot man has his fingers in his mouth, sucking my juices off them. That’s the biggest turn on in my life. No man has ever done that to me before. I’m a puddle on the bed. He looks like he’s savoring his last meal on earth. Oh… my… God, just watching him taste me like that makes me want to grab his hand and make him do it all over again. Just so I can see
that
look on his face. His eyes are closed as his tongue dips and sucks on the fingers he had in me. That tongue… oh God… that tongue, it’s long, thick and…

Shit Madison, get a hold of yourself and stop thinking that way.

For once, I have no words. I lay there opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water. I need to get a hold of myself. Just open your mouth Madison and agree. No matter how hard I try, I can’t form the words in my throat. So I do the only thing I can, I spin around onto my knees, lean up and take his face in my hands. His eyes fly open in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting me to react this way. I keep my gaze on him, as I lean forward and brush my lips along his. I kiss him softly running my tongue over the edge of his lips. He doesn’t react, so I let go of his jaw and place one hand on his chest and the other around the base of his throat. His eyes widen and he stares down at me. With a tilt of my lip, I lean forward and suck his bottom lip into my mouth.

Something inside him snaps into action. He growls so loud, the glass in the window frames rattle. My pulse quickens as he pulls me into his arms. He takes hold of my hips, deepening the kiss, our tongues clash in an erotic tango, tasting and exploring each other’s mouths. Without breaking the kiss, I pull him down with me onto the bed, twisting my body at the last minute. He gasps in surprise as he realizes that I now have the upper hand and he’s under me. I smile wickedly as I reach down and take his hands from my hips and raise them above his head.

“It looks like I’m now the one giving the orders.” His eyes darken and his breathing becomes heavy. “Don’t… move,” I tell him sternly.

I reach down to the hem of his black shirt and start to lift it up over his head. When I get to his lips, I stop. Leaning forward and taking his bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down that hard that I draw blood and he purrs, thrusting his hips up. Running my tongue along his lip, I soothe the sting left behind by the bite. He goes to move his arms to grab me, but I pin them back down causing him to laugh.

“Let me touch, ma petite,” he purrs sweetly and innocently.

He pouts, he actually pouts and hot damn, I want to make him beg for it. I shake my head and move down the length of his body until I’m sitting on his lower legs. There’s something erotic about watching his reaction, as I reach down and take hold of the fly of his pants. He sucks in a deep breath and closes his eyes briefly. When they open again, there’s that much heat behind them, my heart almost stops beating. He has broad shoulders with the most amazing flat washboard abs, and they lead down into a perfectly tapered waist. Oh dear Lord, perfect in every way.

My breath hitches when I lower the zipper to see he’s commando. This is perfect for what I have in mind.

“Hips up,” I pant.

He lifts his hips, allowing me to shimmy his jeans down the length of his legs. His cock springs free and stands hard, stiff and proud on his stomach. My mouth waters at the thought of taking him. He’s huge, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to fit it all, but you can bet I
will
be trying.

My body is on autopilot as I crawl back up his body, stopping with my mouth in line with his cock. I glance up at him to make sure this is okay. He nods his head stiffly and holds his breath. His chest stops its rise and fall as he waits for me, and that’s all the permission I need. I lean forward and blow a short stream of air over his mushroom head. There’s a bead of moisture at the tip, so I use my thumb to wipe off the beading on his knob. I keep my gaze on my stranger and give him a taste of his own stirring as I put my thumb in my mouth and moan in delight. The mix of his sweet salty taste is like a drug and I need more. I can’t wait anymore, I lower my head and open my mouth. He moans as I take him as deep as I can. My tongue swirls and dips over and around his knob with every up pass. I hold his shaft in one hand and his balls in the other, and start rubbing and kneading in time with my sucking.

“Fuck,” he groans.

His hands come up on either side of my head, holding onto my face firmly and I wait for him to take control of my movements, but he doesn’t. He just holds on and pants heavily. His hips start moving up and down in time with the movements of my head. His cock starts to pulse and thicken in my mouth. He’s close and I want this, so I start to suck harder and add more pressure to the heavy weight of his balls. He grunts and sits up on his elbows and curses.

“Fuuuck...” he closes his eyes and inhales a shaky breath, “…stop, ma petite, stop now. It’s my turn.”

Oh, I like the power that I have over him. Shaking my head, I moan deep in my throat, the vibrations running over his shaft. I moan again and lower my head over his cock, taking him as deep as I’m able. He growls, grabs my shoulders and pulls my head off his cock. An audible pop echoes around the room. I glance up and pout, my lips swollen from the attention I was paying to him. I must have made a sound like a child who had their candy taken away from them, as he laughs and flips me over onto my back, looming over the top of me.

“I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted, ma petite. But right now, it is my turn.”

“Madison,” I moan when I feel the soft touch of his lips on my neck.

“What?” he asks confused, between open mouth kisses on the crook of my shoulder.

“My name… my name is Madison. Oh dear God,” I moan.

“Madison…” I hear the smile in his voice as he tests out my name. “My name is Phyllis, but everyone calls me, Philli.” He groans against my neck as his hand skims down the side of my body and between my legs. Philli pushes my thighs apart and guides his hips between my legs. His hand slowly eases to the one spot that I want him to touch the most. His finger slips into my most intimate part. Using his thumb, he caresses my clit in slow circles. His fingers start a tantalizing in and out movement, and my slick heat allows his fingers an easy glide.

“You are so wet, Maddie, so very wet for me. I. Need. To. Taste. You,” Philli growls. He crawls back down my body and lifts my ass in the air. His hands hold onto my ass cheeks. I hear him suck in a breath as he lays down underneath me. I can’t breathe, can’t think, as I feel the first swipe of his rough tongue gliding over my slit. The sight of him lying with his head underneath me, as I’m on all fours, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. There are no words or thoughts that can express how much this turns me on. Philli’s hands tighten on my ass and he tilts his head up. He chuckles when I shift my pelvis to meet his mouth. His head bobs up and down, and God help me, this view is incredible. As I look down at him, I see my breasts swaying from the force of his mouth. I watch every time he closes his eyes in pleasure. My undoing is when he opens his eyes and glances up at me. One of his hands comes up and to my jaw and he holds on. His gaze remains on mine as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My arms shake and quiver and his eyes darken and slit, he purrs against my clit and I’m ready to explode.

“Oh… oh dear God. Philli, don’t stop doing that.” I can’t say still and I begin rocking my pelvis down to meet his mouth, but I just need a little more. Philli lets go of my jaw, reaching around to my ass and slaps me hard.

“Stay still, my sweet… sweet, Madison.” He winks.

I’m having a hard time being in this position, as hot as it is, I can’t take much more of this. He must be able to feel, or maybe even sense, the struggle I’m having. Because before I can react and tell him I can’t take much more, he flips me over onto my back and gets back to work on my pussy. Oh, this is sooo much better. I reach down and grab a handful of his spiky brown hair, and pull it hard as I shamelessly start thrusting my hips against his waiting mouth.

“Oh fuck this, I can’t wait any longer,” Philli cries out.

He rises and places himself between my legs. His green eyes sparkle as he enters me with one long powerful stroke. I arch my back and scream. It takes me a minute to breathe through the searing pain of him stretching me so wide. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never been with a man the size of Philli before. The pleasure and pain is almost too much for me to take, and he must have felt me tightening as he lowers his head and gently kisses my lips.

“Are you okay, ma petite?” his voice is nothing but a whisper.

His eyes flash to slits again, and a feeling of warmth follows over my body. I feel his fingers start to caress and massage the stiffness from my body as I relax into Philli’s touch.

“I’m okay, Philli, please don’t stop,” I breathe out.

Lifting my hips slightly to encourage him to move with me, I give myself away by wincing in pain at the small movement. Philli shakes his head sadly and starts to pull out of me.

“No, ma petite. I will not cause you pain.”

I feel emptiness enter my heart and soul as he pulls away from me, and I don’t like it. I won’t let him leave me, so I lower my hands down his back to hold onto his ass. I keep him in place, so he can’t move. He doesn’t move or say anything, so I squeeze his cheeks in my hands and stare at him, making sure that our eyes meet and he can see the truth behind my words.

“Philli, please, I’m begging of you. I’m fine. Do not deny me this. It’s just been a while, that’s all.” I’m not one to beg for anything, but I need this man. I need him more than the air in my lungs. That should scare me but it doesn’t. For the hundredth time tonight, I feel more connected to Philli than I have with anyone else in my whole life. I find myself being drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“My dear, Madison. I don’t know what it is, but every time my name comes from your tongue, I feel like I could not deny you a thing,” he murmurs as if being able to read my mind. Staring down at my lips, I know he wants to kiss me, the fire and heat that stares back at me from his gaze, sends a blast of unadulterated desire rushing through me. I run my tongue over my lips and lift my hips up and down slowly.

Allowing me to take the lead, I rock up and down on him, pulling him closer to me. His brow breaks out in a sweat, his jaw bulges with the effort of holding out.

“Philli, move, it’s okay,” I pant breathlessly.

I try to encourage him to move along with me as I use my hold on his butt to push him in and out of me. Philli grunts and pants, but stays still over the top of me. He licks his lips and my attention is drawn to them. I lean forward and give my lips to him. We kiss soft and tenderly like lovers do. There’s no rushing, no fighting for dominance. This is two people completely lost to passion and desire.

I break the kiss and whisper along the base of his throat, “Give yourself completely to me. I need you.”

He starts to move without the aid of my hands, then he leans forward and crashes his mouth to mine. Gone is the sweet, tantalizing kiss of lovers, now he kisses me with abandonment—rough, controlled and dominating. His tongue thrusts wildly in and out of my mouth, as his hips surge and pound forward. There’s nothing gentle about the way he’s fucking me right now.

“Philli,” I call out as my orgasm starts to build. My legs start to stiffen and my stomach starts to clinch low. My walls clench over his cock painfully tight. I’m floating over the cliff ready to fall. My body is wound up so tightly, that I just want to explode.

“Now, Madison.
Now!
” he commands, his voice so low I hardly recognize it.

My orgasm comes on so fast and violent that my vision blurs and I start to see stars. I hit my peak and scream his name out into the night, as he slows the rocking of his hips to allow me to ride it out. I’m spent and panting, my arms and legs become limp and hard to lift. Philli bites the side of my neck and I’m ready all over again. I bring my hands up to his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.

Philli smirks against my neck. “That’s my girl. Hold on, it’s going to get rough.”

He thrusts hard and deep holding onto my thighs so hard that I swear I’m going to be covered in bruises and marks, but I don’t care. I want him, I want this. God… how I want this. Sweat drips down his face as he crashes into me, over and over. My hold on his shoulders starts to slip with the slickness of his body.

“Fuck, Maddie, I’m so close. You’re so tight, I can’t hold out much longer.” He rocks forward gritting his teeth and then he stills. He groans low and deep, as burst after burst of hot seed flows into me. He grunts my name and kisses the side of my neck, and this sets off another earth shattering orgasm. My nails rake down his back as I hold on and hope that he catches me as I fall. I feel out of body as I turn my head into the crook of his neck and bite down. I nip at his flesh that hard that my teeth break his skin, as I moan in absolute ecstasy as his smooth velvet blood, flows into my mouth and down my throat.

I let go of Philli feeling more satisfied than I have been in years, and flop back onto the bed. The night’s events start to catch up with me as I close my eyes and roll over onto my side. I’m exhausted and need sleep. The mattress dips as Philli shuffles over to the edge. I know I should say something to him, but I can’t find the energy. Giving up, I moan and cuddle up deep into my pillows.