Edging Obsession

4

I forgot to close the curtains yesterday, so the sunlight hits me between the eyes like a mallet. My legs kick off the bed, tramping over to yank the curtains closed, and I trudge to the washroom. Jules is asleep. During the night, I fucked her hard again. Every thrust into her is home. The sweet compilation of her smell, the tightness of her pussy, the look she gives me as if I’m all that matters, are what I feed from. She’s my nourishment.

The covers lie halfway across her flat, smooth, sun-kissed stomach. I drag them away to admire her nakedness. Curves in all the right places. Lean and pliable. Between her legs, I crouch down, take hold of her hips, and slowly slide her to the end of the bed. My hands spread her legs farther apart, fingers massaging her upper inner thigh while my thumbs spread her lips apart. She stirs and settles back to sleep. I blow on her pussy, and flattening my tongue, run it from her tight hole to her clit. Jules lets out a moan and I do it a couple more times. The palm of my hand rubs against her core, finger flicking her clit, another digit circling her backend.

Jules wakes, brushes the hair out of her face, and props herself up on her elbows. My eyes stick to hers as I continue. I wet a finger, circle her asshole, and press the tip in as my tongue travels up her slit. Her sweet taste has me sucking, releasing, and biting her clit. She yelps and falls back onto the bed. My finger wiggles in her asshole as I attack her pussy. Using my shoulders, I push her thighs toward her head, opening her up. I refuse to slow down. Her smell is too enticing. Jules’ legs try to close as she cries out, skimming through her orgasm.

I flip her onto her stomach. She’s wet and ready, so I roll on a condom. In one thrust her head falls back, giving me the opportunity to wrap her hair around my fist. I arch her backwards and my hips pump fast as if my life depends on it. She cries out. My pelvis pumps at the speed of my heart. Her whimpers turn to moans, and I slow, pull back, and thrust in, hitting her edge. Between the sweat coating our skin, and our secretions, entering her is easier now. It doesn’t add to the speed in which I’ve been taking her. I release her hair, wrap my hands around her wrists above her head, and bore into her until we both can’t remember our names. The mattress bounces in tandem with my drives. When we fall off the ledge, our bodies shake uncontrollably, me still buried inside, erratically pumping to take advantage of the strength of my orgasm.

My body lies on top of Jules, burying her into the bed. Her breathing is ragged.

She gives me a nudge with her elbow. “I have to go to the washroom.”

I fall onto my back, freeing her from the confines. My dick throbs, so I massage it and pull on my balls. It’s been too long since I was a sex-crazed lunatic, but Jules’ entire being is explosive. Putting on my boxer briefs, I walk through the room I got for us because the guy’s party too much, and I wanted to fuck Jules. I stand by the massive windows outside the bedroom, perusing the menu for room service. Behind me are two couches separated by a table. I light a cigarette, crush it between my fingers, and inhale.

Jules pads into the room wearing the hotel robe. Her delicate footsteps, not meeting my eyes, and biting her lower lip suggests embarrassment or shyness. I didn’t give her a chance to think about anything when I got her into the room. She sits on one of the couches, playing with the robe sleeve.

“I’m ordering room service.” I blow smoke toward the window and hand her the menu. “Pick whatever you want.” She takes it, focusing her eyes downward. She’s half looking at the menu and half at my body. Again, she didn’t get an opportunity to even catch her breath.

She clears her throat, handing it back. “I’ll have a bowl of fruit and oatmeal.”

My face scrunches in disgust by her choices. “That’s it? No protein and carbs after our workout?” Jules shakes her head, still avoiding eye contact and a blush spreads along her face. “Fine. I hope it’s enough for more rounds.”

I place our order, stomp out my cigarette, and retrieve my phone from the bedroom. When I return, Jules’ eyes glide around the room. She takes a timid step closer to the windows, holding onto the couch as she leans over to look out. I snatch her up in my arms and she screams.

“Afraid of heights?” She nods. “I’ll cure you of it.” My lips brush against her forehead and she finally meets my eyes.

“How?”

I lift my brow with a teasing smile. “You’ll see.”

Curled in my arms, staring at me, I place a kiss on the tip of her nose, and put her on the couch. Her eyes roam my body while I read through my text messages. I look at her and she turns away.

“My face and cock have been buried inside you, so we’re past the point of shyness.”

This gets her attention and focus back on my body. After I answer more text messages from my brother, I sit next to her on the couch. She glances down. Her fingers follow the snake tattoo on my thigh, tracing it over my covered hip, and she pushes me forward to view the snake head stopping at my lower back.

“What happened?” I know what she’s talking about, but I wait a second and she rephrases the question. “How did you get this scar?”

“Car accident.”

Jules tucks her legs underneath her. She rests her arm on the back of the couch, balancing her cheek on her fist. “How long ago?”

My hand runs along my thigh, lost to the past. Guilt has been the driving force for me to leave and start anew. I became a drummer in one of the biggest bands in America, while trying to forget my losses. Jules’ hand rests on top of mine, bringing me back to the present.

I croak out, “Five years ago.”

“What caused—”

I haul her onto my lap, hand grasping her jaw, and I kiss her hard enough to bruise her already swollen lips. The kiss ends and she understands why I did it. No more personal questions.

“Can I ask you trivial questions?”

“Like what?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

My gaze locks on her. “Autumn. The color of your eyes.” Jules blushes and bites the tip of her finger.

“Your favorite type of food?”

“Asian.”

She turns in my lap. “Mine, too!” Not only is she beautiful, but she’s also fucking cute. “Is rock your favorite music genre?”

“I like all kinds of music.”

Jules’ body softens in my arms. She rests her back to my chest as she begins to talk fast. “Me too. Rock. Folk. R&B. Classical. The list goes on. Songs remind me of certain times in my life. They lift me up when I’m feeling down.” She turns to face me. “I listen to music all the time. I used to have earbuds, but I lost them and couldn’t afford another pair.” Her mouth keeps running while I absorb her energy. “I didn’t want to ask my parents for the money, so I’ve been without. As soon as I know I won’t lose my job, and can save, I’m buying myself another pair.” I can’t help smiling at her enthusiasm. “What? Why are you smiling at me?”

“Because you’re sweet. I haven’t seen sweet in quite a while.” I run my fingers through her hair. “Go on.”

“That’s it…for now.” She covers her mouth and laughs.

There’s a knock on the door, so I place her on the couch. I check my phone for a confirmation and nod to myself before letting room service in.

“Good morning, Mr. Nash.” The guy rolls the cart toward the couches. Before he does anything else, I tell him I’ll take it from here as I hand him a tip.

His eyes widen. “Thank you so much, Mr. Nash. If there’s anything else I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to call.”

I nod and he leaves. Jules is by the cart, lifting plate covers, eyes bugging out at the amount of food I ordered.

“Miles, who is going to eat all of this food?”

“Me and my dick need the nourishment.” She gasps at my comment and looks over all the food. “I might be nice and give you a piece of bacon and a pancake.”

A smile skirts across her face, and she elbows me. She takes her bowl of fruit and oatmeal to the table, making herself comfy on the couch. I prepare a plate for myself and when I turn around, she’s staring at my back, the spoon balanced above the bowl.

“Is there a problem, Jules?”

She shakes her head. “No. I just never saw anyone with ‘dimples of Apollo’.”

“Dimples of what?”

“Dimples of Apollo. The dimples you have on your lower back. Named after the Greek and Roman God, Apollo. They’re considered marks of beauty.”

I cock my head. “You think I’m beautiful?”

She returns to her oatmeal, and between mouthfuls says, “Gorgeous is more like it.”

“And your body can only be described as offensive.”

Jules puts her oatmeal down and sits straighter. Her eyebrows dip in. “Why offensive?”

“Because its perfection, not a flaw in design, which is offensive to all the imperfect people.”

Grabbing her bowl of oatmeal, she narrows her eyes at me and sits back into the couch. “Real funny.”

I sit across from her, my plate in front of me, and respond, “It wasn’t supposed to be.”

We eat in silence, every so often admiring one another. Her eyes zoom in on the ring I wear.

“Interesting ring. Where’s it from?”

“Home.”

“Where’s that?”

My glare isn’t too menacing, because I offer a small smile. Instead of probing more, Jules returns to her breakfast.

After half my plate is gone, I slide it across and sit next to her. She finished the fruit and oatmeal. I’m going to test her to see if she’ll let me feed her. So far, she’s passed my submission tests. A few small ones, such as the bite. It pissed her off in the moment, but she got over it.

Wrapping some bacon inside a pancake, I bring it to her mouth and say, “Open.” Her head jerks back with a shake. “I want to feed you. Now open.” She hesitates and leans in for a small bite. The image of those lips on my cock spurs it awake. “Another, but bigger.”

Jules accepts my commands, which makes my breathing quicken. She opens wider, the pancake slipping farther, and my fingers coming out wet from her saliva. I watch her chew, and her eyes shift to my erection, and they grow wide. She’s cast a spell on my dick. My hand slides and cradles the side of her face, thumb rubbing along her lips. Jules’ head rests against the couch. I kneel in front of her on the couch, straddling her waist, and release my dick, dragging her into a slouch position.

“Open.”

Her eyebrows furrow. I wipe my pre-cum over her lips, pressing the tip along the seam. She’s watching me watch her, occasionally shifting her attention to my waist and cock. My hand grabs her jaw, stopping her from looking away, and I twist the other in her hair, tilting her head back further.

“You’re not into blowjobs?”

“I’m not into being bossed around.”

“Get used to it.” I release her jaw, and slide my hand down between her breasts, past her stomach, loosening the robe until I’m caressing her pussy. “Why are you wet?”

Her breathing kicks up and she attempts to turn away.

My hand tightens in her hair as I lean down, placing my mouth near her ear, and whisper, “My dick needs some love. Take it like a good little girl.” Jules turns to me, and our eyes click in place. With a tender kiss to my lips, she gives the okay.

She takes her time opening her mouth and I slip my cock in. Her hands fly to my hips as I begin to move the head slowly in and out, each time, going deeper. Jules’ eyes grow in shock, and she begins to gag. I pull out enough for her to swallow, catch air, then I push back in. The way she looks up at me takes all my willpower not to fuck her mouth. My hand caresses her hollowed cheeks, finger stroking the corners of her mouth while she takes me deeper. Her eyes water but her hands drift to my thighs, hugging them toward her.

“Fuck, Jules. Your mouth…” I lose thought. My head falls as my dick touches the back of her throat, which tightens around it. I look down at the woman who is controlling me. Tears run from the corners of her eyes. Saliva drips from her mouth. My balls tighten and I shoot cum down her throat. I lose my hold on her, and she pulls away as I slip from her mouth. Jules coughs, wipes her eyes and mouth, and gazes at me. I fall sideways onto the couch, taking her with me.

She’s sweaty, sticky, and dripping with my cum. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I want to see how much control she’s willing to give over, yet I forget how much she has control over me in this short amount of time. One day to be exact.

I take her face in my hands. “Incredible, Jules.”

She lets out a laugh, still wiping away the tears and grime. “I bet you say that to all the women.”

In a deep voice, I say, “Only you.”

Jules loosens while in my lap. The heavy draw we experienced in the beginning seems to grow in strength. My face presses into her hair, taking a huge inhale before carrying her into the shower where I take my time cleaning her. She watches me while I suds her hair and body, rinsing and drying her off. Once finished, I give her a greedy kiss. We return to the lounge area, and I turn on the television, with Jules snuggling up next to me.