Incharge

Chapter 35

Emmy Barker

What was I doing? A pity fuck? Possibly hate sex? Well whatever it is, I want to experience it again and again.

Kit's fingertips were gliding over my skin, sending my heart racing. His tongue traced my cleavage as I felt my nipples harden under my flapper dress. My breathing was heavy and my eyes were struggling to keep open.

Honestly, I didn't care what I was doing. It was hot and I didn't want it to stop.

I was so wet, grinding my pussy on Kit's navy trousers. There would undoubtedly be a mark on the expensive fabric from my arousal but I was too ecstatically blissful to care.

Kit's hands gripped my hips and encouraged my body to continue to roll. They roamed under the silk layer of my dress and squeezed my ass, drawing out a soft moan from my lips.

Open-mouthed kisses traveled up from my breasts to my neck as hands dipped under my dress to my inner thighs. Kit's thumbs rubbed circles into my skin making me arch into his touch, longing for him.

Kit pulled away from my neck triggering a whimper from my throat. His hands continued to massage my skin as he looked up at me still perched on his lap. "The deal was that you have to give yourself the first orgasm, right?"

I nodded, struggling to keep up the pace of my body rocking on his thigh.

"Words, princess. For a girl who knows two languages, you sure are speechless."

"Ouais, I remember the deal." I breathlessly replied.

"So," two of Kit's finger slipped into my dripping pussy, "go ahead. Keep up your end of the bargain and I'll reward you with mine."

His fingers curled inside me making my eyes roll and my mouth open as I gasped at the unexpected move. After that one surprise, Kit did nothing. Putain de rien. The realisation hit me that if I didn't do anything, he wouldn't either. Kit would sit with a smug look on his face forever if I gave in and asked for help because I just couldn't continue.

His teeth nipped at my neck again, "Come on, we'll leave now if you're not up for it." I shook my head frantically. "No? You want me to eat this pussy?" His thumb made contact with my clit and circled it slowly. A string of intelligible curses spilled out from my mouth as Kit stimulated my body. "Then fucking work for it."

I submitted to the need for pleasure and began grinding harder on Kit's thigh and into his hand. Lifting my hips and rolling them to build up the pressure in my pussy. My hands were searching for anything to grab. First it was the soft material of the bench, then Kit's shirt and now it was his hair.

My hands pulled and trailed through the ends of his hair, occasionally scratching his upper back with my nails. I thought my nails might hurt him but Kit's sole focus was on my face - my expression. I could see the strain of his trousers in the dimly lit room which caused another moan to leave my lips, the knowledge that I was the one affecting him so badly.

Desperate for more attention from Kit, I started lifting and dropping my hips with more force causing my tits to graze against his shirt. His gaze shifted from my face to my chest as he let out a low groan and with his unoccupied hand gripped my ass tighter.

"Emmy, if you want my attention, cum for me."

And with what to me sounded like permission, I came my body shaking as my eyes saw stars. God I had never had an orgasm like that with anyone  Never had one with so much passion. Screaming moans left my mouth which were silenced by the searing kiss Kit engulfed me with.

I pulled back quickly to look at him. "Merci, mon chéri."

Kit smirked at me before colliding our lips together once more. Our tongues tasted one another as Kit slipped his hand out from between my wet folds and regained a punishing grip on my hips forcing them to rock again.

"Non..." I drawled as I felt my body being forced to move again. I didn't want to do any more work. There's a reason he calls me princess.

"Okay, you're right. You completed your part of the deal. Now relax, let me please this desperate little cunt of yours."

In one swift movement, Kit had placed me on the bench while he assumed a kneeling position on the floor. My weak legs dangled by his waist, either side of his body. Kit reached down and gently wrapped his hands around my ankles and placed my feet on the bench, spreading me open for his part of the deal.

He didn't hesitate to bury his head between my thighs and lick a line up my slit. My toes curl and my eyes roll at the sensation. "Tu m'excites tellement."

Kit removes his mouth from me and looks up to face me. "What was that? Let's try a little English for me, yeah?"

I nodded, "I said 'you tu-"

My words were cut off by Kit's fingers sliding into me while his tongue attacked my clit. I gasped and moaned as he worked me closer to my high. I could feel his smirk pressed against my core and I was still so sensitive from my last orgasm that it made me writhe on the bench even more.

My feet both fell off the bench as I pushed myself closer to Kit's tongue. In retaliation, both of his hands clamped down on my thighs and held them apart. "Finish what you said, in English, and I'll let you finish."

"K-kit... I- I can't..." I whined.

I let out an exasperated gasp as Kit left my pussy to face me again. "You will. Otherwise we'll leave right now."

He pulled the skirt of my dress all the way up to expose my pussy. "I'll leave you hot," He kissed my clit, "and needy," kiss, "and begging," kiss, "for more."

Kit began eating me out again as I tried to collect my thoughts enough to speak again.

"I- I said," I moaned loudly.

"Come on princess, keep going."

"You turn me- fuck. You turn me on... so much." I gasped.

My answer seemed to satisfy Kit as he increased the speed of his tongue and added his fingers again. I couldn't think - couldn't see straight because I was so lost in the overwhelming bliss of another orgasm.

Kit lapped up every last drop dripping from my pussy before pulling my dress down and pressing his lips to mine. "You taste so fucking delicious." He murmured on my lips.

He pulled me to my feet but had to wrap an arm around my waist when my legs buckled, threatening to send me tumbling to the ground. Kit's earlier smirk reappeared and widened across his face.

He nuzzled his face into my hair breathing gently into my ear. "My dorm or yours?"