Free Long Shot by Kayti McGee Page B

once; a building tidal wave that I’m ready to drown in. And then he stops, leaving me inches from the edge. I try to grind against him again, but his hands hold my hips firm. I look down at him, ready to cry or punch him, and he’s got the most devilish look in his eyes.
    “Not yet,” he commands, and nibbles my clit a final time before rolling me back onto the bed.
    “You have to!” I practically beg, laying on my back, panting, desperate for release. It’s unfair, I’m so close, and my fingers instinctively reach to finish the job but Rob pulls my hands away and pins them above my head, on the pillow.
    “I don’t think so.” He reaches down and bites my right nipple. I think he actually laughs when I gasp. He kisses across the valley of my breasts and bites my left nipple. At this point, I’m dying, I’m certain of it. I try to rub my legs together, but he forces them apart with his foot. I feel bare, exposed, and about to explode.
    “Fuck me,” I beg.
    He leans down very close to my ear and whispers, “You have to say please, Merie, if you want this. I want to be very sure you want this.” I’m not at all sure it’s a good idea, but holy wow do I want it.
    My chest tightens further, my vision clouds, and I can’t do anything but swallow roughly and gasp out, “Please.”
    “Please what?”
    I would kill him if I could, but all that I can focus on is the intensity within. “Fuck me please .”
    And then he makes me wait while he finds another condom. Sadist!
    But then he’s back, and Rob slams his cock into me and I cry out from the shock and the fullness. He wiggles his hips but doesn’t move any further, only buries his head into my neck and kisses my shoulder. Slowly, he begins thrusting, his hips moving like a snake. This isn’t like any missionary I’ve ever experienced. It’s like he’s using my body as a dance floor, gyrating and fucking me in time to the music of our sex.
    His head dips down to suck hard on my nipple and I nearly explode. He sucks and fucks and my head spins. I feel like I’m being used for his own dirty little strip show and you know what?
    It’s totally the best sex ever.
    Do people know about this? Is this why The Meow Club stays packed nightly? Ye gods. What else have I been missing out on?
    Rob moves to my other breast and rubs his hard length against my clit. His hips rock and roll and I find our rhythm together. The edge of my orgasm is finally welling back up and it’s hard to breathe, and then…
    He stops. Again. He grabs me with one arm, flips me over, and pulls my hips up to meet his waiting cock. The research is rapidly changing from “how good will it be” to “how many times will he do this before I slap him.”
    “Hard,” I tell him, struggling to keep my voice solid. If he won’t make me come this time, I’m kicking him out.
    “As you wish.” I can hear the smirk, then my world threatens to explode as he enters me and he presses my face down into the sheets, a knot of my hair grasped in his fist. His balls hit my sensitive clit with each thrust, further stoking the flame.
    I’m not going to let him stop me again. I can barely see straight. This orgasm will be mine. My fingers go straight for my clit as he digs his fingers into my hips. We go hard, almost rough, and he’s hitting me in new places from this angle. It takes only a minute, though, of frantic rubbing against my exposed clit, and my breath is again catching in my throat.
    “Are you going to come?” Rob asks thickly. “Do you want to come for me?”
    All I can manage is a high-pitched, “Mmhmm.”
    “Give it to me.” He smacks my ass. “Fuck me like you mean it. I want to feel you come.”
    Done. Given permission, I ram my hips back against him, harder and deeper than before, and almost pinch my clit. In an instant, my vision goes dark and it feels like my body explodes. He has to cover my mouth so I don’t scream out loud and it goes on for an eternity, wave after wave