Ortega's bandaged fists clenched by his side as heat crawled up his neck.
He looked down at the dollar, then up at Mae, still with that mischievous smile on her face.
The dim light made her features softer, curvier.
He shouldn't. After all, his progress was lost.
He should walk away.
{New quest!}
{Flip the tables. Regain dominance. Save face.}
{Accept: yes or yes.}
Ortega swallowed.
The system just confirmed it.
He did not want to leave.
There was still a way to salvage this.
Fine. Let's play.
His heart was already beating fast.
But as he slowly got to one knee in front of her, the damn organ beat even faster, and it took all his willpower not to let it show on his face.
Not that she could see it.
This low… he was a dark knight buried in shadows.
Could see her breasts from down here.
Heaving.
And also, he noticed...
How tightly her legs wrapped around each other.
And when she pinched the hem of her skirt and drew it down to cover her exposed thighs, his smile sharpened.
He ignored the note and instead...
Leaned forward.
Catching the strong scent of her arousal.
His stomach growled, hungry for the taste of her.
He licked his lips.
Then...
Grabbed her ankle.
She flinched.
Slowly his grip trailed up...
Kneading her slick and soft flesh along the way...
Till he squeezed her calf with one hand.
The other, he rested on her knee for leverage.
Mae was hot all over... And smelt so good he began to salivate.
Feeling he might explode—which was scary...
...As he was only using his hands...
He wanted more.
Closer.
He inched forward and kissed her knee.
'Twasn't enough. More!
His tongue trailed saliva along her shin.
While his hand moved...
Picked up the dollar and put it in his back pocket.
Still holding her leg, he stood up.
Rubbing gently as her foot pressed against his abs...
Her toes curled like fingers...
Ticklish and hot upon his flesh.
Her eyes were closed...
And naughtily she was biting her bottom lip.
Ortega's breathing got heavier, wilder.
He kneaded up to her thigh...
Around it, wanting to feel everything at once...
Smoothing his fingers over her flesh...
Touch sometimes light as feathers as pinpricks of pleasure danced across her skin.
Other times he made rotating rubs with his three front fingers...
Inching upwards...
His dick throbbed. Watching her cleavage sheen with sweat...
Their ragged breaths mixed, and by the second it only seemed to get more... intense.
The world blurred away...
Leaving only the sensation of her against him, her scent, the anticipation of what she'd taste like.
She was a blur too...
And when she cleared...
Her mouth was open...
Her eyes were slanted.
Her arms holding her up by her sides gave way and she slowly fell back onto the bed.
Her leg out to Ortega, who held it as one might hold a rifle.
Ortega followed her but not all the way.
His knee rested on the edge.
Like slinging a bag, he wore her leg on his shoulder...
Then kissed her thigh.
His other hand slid down and buried in the canopy of her hiked-up skirt.
Her folds were swollen through her panties...
Trembling for his touch.
His middle and ring finger tapped in greeting before tugging away the fabric.
The air kissed her clit.
A soft hiss escaped her.
Her thigh muscles were tight against his chest.
Slowly Ortega began to rub...
Rotating and tapping.
His rhythm came easy with her.
The mattress was shifting under her weight...
Her hips rotating in sync with his movements.
A bit later her back arched and somehow her hand had found its way under her shirt...
Ortega slipped a finger in, but only stopped halfway and pulled out.
A few more times he did this and she was a cat hissing...
Thrusting her hips as though to have his hand buried inside her.
Her leg resting on his shoulder wasn't idle either...
Locking him, pulling him down towards her...
Ortega stood his ground. Not yet.
Her whimper came out frustrated.
Then she hissed again...
His two fingers had buried inside her...
Her mouth opened to release a soundless moan...
He pulled out just as easy as he came in and repeated, slowly at first...
Then faster.
Palming her clit as his fingers explored her cave...
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Till she gripped tight the sheets beside her...
Buckled...
And the whole of her began to vibrate...
Violently.
In her orgasmic state she'd kicked him off...
Ortega stood back while she writhed on the bed...
Her eyes were only white...
Her lips parted but no screams came...
Only a cracked moan when her body stopped twitching.
She lay there, her breathing quieter, but intense still.
Sheets blotched with her liquids...
Bathed in sweat from head to toe...
Her scent a heady mix of sweat and sin...
Ortega's right hand twitched...
Fingers slick with her need...
...bandages drenched.
Mae's eyes stared into space for a moment longer...
Before she shifted and let out a low moan.
Then she looked at him from where she lay...
Her smile was lazy, but it did something to him.
Ortega unbuckled his belt and his jeans slid down to his ankles...
He stepped out of them...
Ignoring his arousal, Ortega leaned forward and crawled till he was above her on all fours.
Beneath him, she reached a hand for his face.
Ortega caught her wrist and pinned it above her head.
She giggled.
Ortega darkened.
He leaned below and kissed her nape.
She shuddered.
"You're still playing with me, huh..."
Then he tongued the side of her neck.
Her breaths rasped, wilding him.
But Ortega took his time...
Should he...?
Fuck it.
He sat up on his knees before her as her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Mae..." He said and she hummed in answer.
She was rolling her hips now.
"Mae." His voice came out deep, shaking with restraint.
She moved more vigorously now.
Ortega gritted his teeth...
No!
He bent over her, hiked up her shirt, exposing her black, lacy bra.
He gripped her hips with both hands.
Her back arched in compliance.
His palms slid up, past her waist and along the small of her back till he found the hook, and in the next moment...
Her twin peaks were freed from their fabric prison...
Buds hard towards him...
Calling his mouth...
Before Ortega could claim them, her leg climbed up his side, hooked round his back, and pushed.
Her other leg was beside his thigh, acting as a tripper.
Ortega fell sideways on the bed.
And somehow...
She was on top him.
A hazy demoness she was, straddling him like that.
Her smile was lewd...
She leaned low like a crouching panther, a predatory glint in her eyes as her mounds pressed upon his torso.
And her ass perked up behind her.
Close... But out of reach.
She tugged the hem of his shirt and he sat up. She raised it over his head and tossed it away.
He lay back down and her palms descended hotly upon his torso.
Ortega felt... If he kept watching her...
He'd come before the finale.
But he couldn't look away.
Her movements had him in a trance.
Her tongue rolled out of her sinister mouth and licked his abs.
The air filled with slick, smooching noises as she trailed down...
Ortega just lay there helplessly, trying his best not to cum.
She tugged the hem of his briefs and pulled...
His manhood popped out...
...Throbbing for her.
She left his briefs halfway down his thighs and drank in his scent.
Ortega's fists were balled, dreading her touch and hungering for it at the same time.
She grabbed his hardness and he jolted as she pulled gently, raising it up so the tip faced her.
He gritted his teeth... Fuck.
Her smile was sultry in the dim light as she let a blob of saliva fall from her mouth onto his dick.
Her grip glided up and down, coating his length with her saliva and his essence.
She squeezed a little tighter at the base, then slowly as she ascended... Loosened grip.
She picked up pace.
Ortega hissed... Stiff beneath her.
Precum sputtered out like a volcano about to erupt.
Her movements got faster...
Smoother.
His musk thickened the air...
She crouched closer.
Her breath breezed his balls...
A wild maddening contrast to the fire in her strokes.
Ortega groaned when she kissed it.
He made sounds he didn't know he could make when she lapped it with her tongue, when she swallowed his sack and sucked it like a lollipop...
He went crazy as the muscles in his thighs locked. Soon, she freed his balls from her wet prison with a light pop!
...And swallowed his dick like a hungry demoness changing meals.
Bobbing her head savagely. Ortega saw black as he exploded.
Mae didn't waste her reward,
...drank him to the last drop...
Ortega groaned like a beast...
...a defeated beast as she sucked him dry.
Ortega brought his palms to his face...
While her eyes rolled to the back of her head, savouring the taste of him.
With a satisfying pucker...
She released his limp dick from her wet hot prison.
The bed shifted and dipped...
She was moving.
"Look at me, Ortega..." She rasped.
Ortega uncovered his face...
Standing on her knees, looking entirely fuckable, was a naked queen from hell.
Soft glow of warm light gave her flesh a sinful luster.
Her hair was messy.
Her nipples hard.
Every inch of him burned from her misty gaze...
Ortega couldn't stop breathing heavily.
Her smirk was victorious...
Ortega's lips were parted as he touched down from the high of orgasm, holding her gaze. Then, he smirked.
Slowly, her brow raised and she looked down at his hardened, glistening length.
Mae rolled her eyes and laughed wantonly.
Ortega made himself cozy beneath her, resting the back of his head in his palms, he squeezed his pelvic floor muscles.
Causing his dick to tap her wet slit.
She closed one eye and bit her bottom lip.
His brows raised smugly.