Page 44 of Use Me Up

And finally, I manage to get up from the bed. I’m at the door to the room when I hear his voice.

“Get back here,” he says sleepily. “I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?”

I mean, I did just get myself off, but… I come back to the bed.

He grins at me. “Sit on my face?”

No, no, I don’t want to do that. It’s too… aggressive.

He notices my reaction. “Fine, fine, like we were trying before? Come over here, give me one leg, show me everything.”

I have to take off my pants, and I’m embarrassed about that, but I do it. He’s seen me already, after all. I lift my leg, and he sits my foot on the bed and applies his mouth to my clit.

I gasp.

He groans. “Fuck, you’re wet. I could smell how turned on you were, but… damn, Hannah.”

I feel embarrassed.

But he just keeps licking me. “I guess no one’s done this to you before?”

“No,” I whisper.

“You smell very good for a beta,” he informs me. “I mean, you smell like a beta, but I really like it.”

I don’t even know what that means.

He licks up and down and side to side. And then he starts making circles, and I start moaning. He chuckles, pleased. “There we are, that’s what I like, Hannah, make all the noise for me, good girl.”

It feels good, really good. But I don’t know if it’s because I already got myself off or because I’m self-conscious or because of the position, which is kind of uncomfortable, or maybe because of it just being, uh, odd to have someone else stimulating me there. When I do it myself, I’m able to adjust the pressure immediately, to give myself exactly what I need when I need it, and he can’t read my mind, and I don’t know how to tell him what I want. I moan. I make the moans less or more or…

Anyway, I don’t come.

It just goes on and on, and I start thinking that his tongue is tired, and I jerk my pussy back. “That’s fine,” I say.

He looks up at me, and his face is all wet with my juices and that makes me feel strange and tight and shivery. “You didn’t come.”

“I kind of touched myself while you were asleep,” I say. “And, I know women are supposed to come infinite times or whatever, but it takes longer the second time. For me, anyway.”

He thinks about this. “You sure?”

I am not sure. I want him to insist that I have to come. I want him to point out that I let him gag me and that I let him bring tears to my eyes. “You’re probably bored. Maybe it’s uncomfortable.”

He kisses my clit. “I’m not bored.” He moves away from me. “But you make better noises when I’m fucking you, it’s true.”

Not because it feels better, though, but because it’s so… intense and invasive and he’s in me and it makes me feel like he’s taken over me, and that’s… that’s… it’s good in a way but it’s not good the way coming is good.

I move my leg off the bed. So, he’s going to stop.

Well, you told him to stop, Hannah, I think, and it’s true, I did.

“Regardless,” he says, “you’re probably all bothered. I’m kind of bothered too.” He strips out of his pants and shows me that he’s hard. “How sore are you?”

I bite my lip, and I don’t say anything.

He strokes his own cock. “You could take me in your pussy, couldn’t you, Hannah? You know how much I like fucking that pretty pussy of yours, don’t you? You’d let me, wouldn’t you? For me?”

Fuck him. I should hate his man.