“Poor baby,” I said with mock sympathy even as I fed him the last spoonful from the bowl. “See? You ate it all. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
He didn’t say anything, but his silver eyes shot enough sparks to speak volumes. Then he smiled. “Now, sweetheart, I don’t think it’s fair I'm the only one being fed. I think it’s your turn.”
I blinked. “R-really?” That was awfully nice of him.
“Oh, yes, starting with my cock---”
I sent the iPad flying, all the way to the pool. “Constantijin!” God, his parents were probably drowning in laughter now.
“But I meant it.” And then he started after me, the look in his eyes causing me to scramble out of my chair. I tried to run after his reach, but laughter slowed me down, and he easily caught up to me.
“Constantijin!” I shrieked when he actually slung me over his shoulder and ran all the way up to the palatial bedroom that was ours for seven wonderfully long nights.
He threw me on the bed. I flipped around, intending to escape, but I sort of froze instead when I saw Constantijin slowly stripping his clothes off.
White unbuttoned polo, shrugged out of the way and discarded on the floor, leaving his sleek hard chest naked.
My throat went dry.
His khaki pants went off next, leaving him in his briefs. He was sex on legs, perfect in every way I could only thank my lucky stars he had been a smart twenty-one year old when he refused to be Calvin Klein’s underwear model. God, if he had – I would totally have to be sharing this – all of this – with innumerable women and that would have been hell.
The briefs were gone now, and seeing him stroke himself with sensual leisure made me forget all about escaping. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to feed me his cock. I wanted all of him.
“Do you want this, Yanna?”
I bit my lip.
Smiling wickedly, “You know how this will go, Yanna. You have to say the words.” He gave his c**k a longer, firmer stroke. “Sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I choked out. “I want it.”
“Then I’ll feed it to you.”
My heartbeat sped up as he came nearer and nearer and I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering when the bed finally dipped as he rested his weight on one knee then another.
“Ah!” A little scream escaped me as he suddenly pushed me on my back and splaying my legs wide open so he could stare at my sex up close.
“But before I feed you---”
I almost shot out of the bed when he exhaled, the air coming out of his mouth a caress that made me close my eyes in the exquisiteness of it.
“I have to ready you first.”
And then he was licking me, sucking on my clit, tongue thrusting in and out of my sex. A part of me wanted to throw him off, to give me a reprieve from the dizzyingly heated sensations that coiled around my body and electrifying every inch of it.
But the other part of me was greedy and wanton, making me moan as I clutched his head and push it down. I wanted him to kiss me harder, to lick me faster, to---
“Constantijin!” My orgasm took me by surprise as he clamped my cl*t between his teeth with gentle pressure.
As my body shook with the tremors of my release, I was barely aware of his hands moving to encircle my waist. And then he had me flipped on my stomach, and Constantijin stroking my folds. The movement was slow and gentle, but it went back further and further until I realized what he was about to do.
“No!” With my body stiff with shock and fear, it was a greater struggle to get Constantijin off me.
But he only chuckled, pressing me back down as he crawled over me.
“Constantijin…”
“This is the mouth I want to feed, Yanna.”
My eyes flared wide at his calm admission. Did he not know---oh my God, did he---no words were not enough to explain how I was so not ready for this.
“No, I don’t think---”
“Yanna,” he said in that soft, accented voice I found so irresistible. “Trust me in this. It will be good.”
Trying not to hyperventilate, I forced my body to relax even as fear continued to leech blood off my face. I covered my mouth with one hand in an effort to keep it shaking. When I had just a bit self control, I blurted out, “I’m scared.”
“Trust me.”
I let him lift my h*ps up so he could wet his cock. My eyelids fell closed in breathless terror, mingled with excitement, as I felt him sliding his c**k outside my other hole, wetting it.
Then it was in, just one finger, and I squeezed my eyes more tightly shut, face screwing up in pain. But Constantijin didn’t stop thrusting his finger in and out in slow and steady strokes the same time his other hand went under my h*ps to play with my sex. He found my cl*t with impressive speed, alternately pinching it in rhythm with the thrusts of his finger.
“Good?”
“No,” I gasped out.
He chuckled. “It will be soon, I promise.”
Would it? But the pain was so intense that I could only gasp, trying to focus on the strokes of his fingers on my clit.
“Yanna,” he growled.
“Y-yes?”
“You’re thrusting back at me already.”
My eyes flared wide open again, and I realized it was true. My h*ps were moving of its own accord, my body having gradually adjusted to the strange penetrating feel of his finger on my bottom.
“Constan---aah.” He had slid a second finger in, forcing the hole to open wider, but this time the fiery sensation was almost beautiful, something I actually welcomed. I couldn’t help moving to meet his fingers’ thrust, my own fingers curling as I gripped the sheet in response to the burning feel of his ultimate possession of my body.
When he thrust his fingers into my sex while keeping his thumb on my clit, I knew it was only a matter of time before his c**k would follow. The thought made me whimper.
Constantijin’s weight was suddenly pressing down on me, his breath hot in my ear as he whispered, “Ready for me to feed you this way, Yanna?”
“Yes.” I sobbed the word out in helpless fear and excitement.
His c**k slid home, and I screamed as I felt him pushing his large and rock-hard erection into that small hole, inch by inch.
Constantijin panted above me, his tension almost tangible as he did his best to keep his thrusts slow and gentle. But soon I wanted more, and when I moved my h*ps against him insistently, Constantijin let go. He thrust in and out, his fingers in my sex matching the pounding of his cock. The double penetration had me crying out his name, over and over, until I couldn’t think and just feel.