Black Light: Bareback
Excerpt By Shane Starrett
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“Everything all right?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Just dandy,” she replied tightly as the gap between the cushion and the apex of her legs closed.
When the cushion met her, Davis took his fingers off the controls, and the Sybian came to a halt. For a moment he just stood staring at her impaled on the motionless cock, his grey eyes dancing with satisfaction.
Resting her hands on her thighs, she watched as he drank her in. “Well, sir?”
“Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he said with a smile. “Okay, here we go.” He thumbed the small dial, and the dildo buzzed to life.
Fuck.
She sucked in a breath, adjusting to the humming cock inside her. Then, just as she began to settle into the sensation, the Sybian began to rise once more.
Whoa. Okay, what the fuck? As the cushion continued upward, Jess found her feet coming up off the platform until she stood on tiptoes, hands shifting from her thighs to grip the cushion as she tried to maintain her balance.
“Hey. Hey…” She looked over at him, disconcerted. Once he’d put her on her toes, she’d expected him to stop. Instead, he just kept the two buttons mashed down, grinning. Soon it was impossible for her to maintain contact with the riser no matter how she stretched, and she spread her arms outward to help maintain a semblance of balance while the cushion continued traveling upward.
“Is there something wrong, Miss Jess?” The politeness of his tone didn’t match the gleam in his eyes.
“No, of course not. Why would you—”
He increased the vibration.
Fuck-fuck-fuck. Jess hissed, tilting her head back as her body aligned itself to the tune he was playing. He’d made what she’d thought was his best effort with the orb, but now as the phallus strummed against taut nerves spreading heat outward from her core, she was beginning to sense the subtlety of his play. The orb had been the beginning movement to the symphony he was conducting with her pussy, but now he was going to use this—fuck!—thrumming cock inside her to build to a final climactic crescendo.
If she let him. Which she couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
The vibration ramped up again.
Oh, God.
“Hold onto me.” The command was firm yet gentle, and she wanted to fight against
it even as she reached out and gripped his bicep, steadying herself. He looked down with a soothing smile, the fingers of his other hand landing on her hip to gently knead her.
“Good girl. Let it happen.”
It shouldn’t have sent a shiver running up her spine. The quiet confidence of his voice, a tone which promised pleasure if she would just let him—none of it should have made her shiver and feel heat spreading through her the way it suddenly was. The warmth of his smile, eyes moving over her attentively as he watched her every reaction shouldn’t be providing this feeling that was both reassurance and support.
Dammit. He shouldn’t be able to do this to her. How much time had already passed since he’d put her on the Sybian?
Fifteen minutes? Twenty? Five?
The thrum inside her reawakened nerves recently quieted and—fuck—if she was lucky it had been fifteen at best, and goddammit she wasn’t sure she could do this. Because this felt good, too goddamn good, and Jessica Bain was a strong woman, but everyone had their limits.
“Let it happen.”
Jess clenched her eyes against the siren’s whisper. Earlier in this little game they were playing he’d remained mostly silent except to give her occasional orders and praise. Now that changed. Now he used the sound of his voice to create—goddamn him—a sense of intimacy which made it harder to depersonalize all of this and look at it solely as a challenging game she would win.
He leaned in closer. The scruff of his cheek brushed against her neck, the soft rumble of his voice in her ear a purr of his own want, need, desire.
“Let me make you feel good.” And then his lips pressed against her skin.
A moan escaped her. It pushed up, borne on heat flaring from the swollen flesh
clenching the cock burring within her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Yes. There we go,” Davis whispered. “That’s it, little girl. Let it happen.” So low, so alluring, so… damn… persuasive, and God how easy it would be to just give in and let him take her over the edge…
No.
No. Davis might be good—okay, was good—but he hadn’t earned this. Sure, this was supposed to be a night meant for pleasure, no pretensions, no attachments, but he’d made it more than that. He’d made it a challenge in ways more than just the activity itself, and Jess wouldn’t fall so quickly to his… seduction.
She bore down on the rising wave. Struggling with muscles which fought against her, nerves which cried out for her to listen and give him what he desired. The feeling subsided, and for a moment there was giddy relief.
And victory.
I’ll admit, you’re good, Mister Davis. But I’m better.
Jess blew out a shuddering breath, and Davis pulled back slowly, staring down at her. When she looked up into his face, she expected disappointment, or even anger. Instead, his smile was a blanket of warmth, the gaze staring back both acknowledgement and respect.
There was a heated gleam there too, and she shuddered when he lowered the vibration of the Sybian.
“Don’t get excited; we’re not done yet, little girl. I’ll give you credit: you’re damn strong. And watching you struggle is hot as fuck. But I told you this when we started: I will make you come.” Davis glanced over toward the entrance back to the bar area, and she followed his gaze. A clock hung above the opening to let the participants know how much time remained until the event was over.
“I still have two hours and fifteen minutes left to make you orgasm. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.”
“Less talk, more fucking,” she whispered back in defiance, and Davis laughed.
“As you wish.”
The vibration began to increase slowly as Davis twisted the dial. Jess hadn’t let go of his arm as they’d talked, and as the vibration amplified, her fingers dug in tighter.
Forty-five minutes. Fuck you, Mr. Davis. She could do this. Turn the damn thing up, play with it like a thermostat for all she cared. She was not going to come.
“Hmm,” he murmured as he continued to adjust the controller. “You’re really going to make this a fucking contest, aren’t you, little girl? That’s okay. I like a challenge. It’s gonna make watching you come apart at the seams so… fucking… incredible.” Desire shaped the words from amusement to heated passion, and the cock inside her adjusted tempo as he played with the dial further. “I just need to find that sweet spot…”
Jess hissed.
“Ah, yeah, there we go. Found it,” he said, chuckling softly. “What do you say? Think we should leave it right there for a bit? See if we can’t make that sassy little mouth of yours beg the way your pussy is?”
Jess gritted her teeth, letting sensation roll up her spine until she gained control of it for the moment. She knew it would be back: physiology would demand it. But she’d managed to keep it in check to this point, from orb to the cock, and even though he’d caught her reaction, all she needed to do now was stay focused and ride this out. Let each successive wave build then pass, and she would win, and he would lose.
“Come on, little girl. I know you can feel it. You and I both know what that beautiful little pussy of yours wants right now. And if you just let it happen, just… give… in… it’s going to feel fucking incredible.”
Jess closed her eyes, letting her head fall forward. The tension of her pussy around the phallus eased, and she let out a deep breath slowly. ‘If you just let it happen…’ He didn’t realize it, but he’d already lost. There was no way she was going to come, and no amount of seductive words would change that. She grinned internally as she sat there, one hand seized to the corded sinew of his arm, the other resting on her damp, sweat-sheened thigh.
Time. Time was her only enemy now, because there was nothing he could do that would push her beyond where she’d already--
His free hand moved, thumb positioning to gently swirl against the hood of her clit.
Fuck. Except that.
“Nngh.” She did everything she could to choke back her reaction. To ignore his attention to her engorged nub, but he’d noticed, and the smile on his face grew wider.
“Fuck yeah! See, I knew it! Better, huh?”
His chest pressed against her shoulder as his hand massaged a soothing pattern over her hood. He gathered slickness over his rough pad, using it to coat her clit enough so the abrasion turned silky, making her nerves pulsate with the same need they had when the silicon orb had vibrated there.
Well, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
The orb had been bad enough. This was worse, and he fucking knew it. This had been planned, and Jess had to admit, it was well played. She’d been teased before and edged herself on plenty of occasions. Davis was using the same tactic now. He’d never intended the use the orb alone: that had simply been the opening act.
Okay, another point to him. He knew what the fuck he was doing.
“Let it happen, little girl.”
“Just dandy,” she replied tightly as the gap between the cushion and the apex of her legs closed.
When the cushion met her, Davis took his fingers off the controls, and the Sybian came to a halt. For a moment he just stood staring at her impaled on the motionless cock, his grey eyes dancing with satisfaction.
Resting her hands on her thighs, she watched as he drank her in. “Well, sir?”
“Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he said with a smile. “Okay, here we go.” He thumbed the small dial, and the dildo buzzed to life.
Fuck.
She sucked in a breath, adjusting to the humming cock inside her. Then, just as she began to settle into the sensation, the Sybian began to rise once more.
Whoa. Okay, what the fuck? As the cushion continued upward, Jess found her feet coming up off the platform until she stood on tiptoes, hands shifting from her thighs to grip the cushion as she tried to maintain her balance.
“Hey. Hey…” She looked over at him, disconcerted. Once he’d put her on her toes, she’d expected him to stop. Instead, he just kept the two buttons mashed down, grinning. Soon it was impossible for her to maintain contact with the riser no matter how she stretched, and she spread her arms outward to help maintain a semblance of balance while the cushion continued traveling upward.
“Is there something wrong, Miss Jess?” The politeness of his tone didn’t match the gleam in his eyes.
“No, of course not. Why would you—”
He increased the vibration.
Fuck-fuck-fuck. Jess hissed, tilting her head back as her body aligned itself to the tune he was playing. He’d made what she’d thought was his best effort with the orb, but now as the phallus strummed against taut nerves spreading heat outward from her core, she was beginning to sense the subtlety of his play. The orb had been the beginning movement to the symphony he was conducting with her pussy, but now he was going to use this—fuck!—thrumming cock inside her to build to a final climactic crescendo.
If she let him. Which she couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
The vibration ramped up again.
Oh, God.
“Hold onto me.” The command was firm yet gentle, and she wanted to fight against
it even as she reached out and gripped his bicep, steadying herself. He looked down with a soothing smile, the fingers of his other hand landing on her hip to gently knead her.
“Good girl. Let it happen.”
It shouldn’t have sent a shiver running up her spine. The quiet confidence of his voice, a tone which promised pleasure if she would just let him—none of it should have made her shiver and feel heat spreading through her the way it suddenly was. The warmth of his smile, eyes moving over her attentively as he watched her every reaction shouldn’t be providing this feeling that was both reassurance and support.
Dammit. He shouldn’t be able to do this to her. How much time had already passed since he’d put her on the Sybian?
Fifteen minutes? Twenty? Five?
The thrum inside her reawakened nerves recently quieted and—fuck—if she was lucky it had been fifteen at best, and goddammit she wasn’t sure she could do this. Because this felt good, too goddamn good, and Jessica Bain was a strong woman, but everyone had their limits.
“Let it happen.”
Jess clenched her eyes against the siren’s whisper. Earlier in this little game they were playing he’d remained mostly silent except to give her occasional orders and praise. Now that changed. Now he used the sound of his voice to create—goddamn him—a sense of intimacy which made it harder to depersonalize all of this and look at it solely as a challenging game she would win.
He leaned in closer. The scruff of his cheek brushed against her neck, the soft rumble of his voice in her ear a purr of his own want, need, desire.
“Let me make you feel good.” And then his lips pressed against her skin.
A moan escaped her. It pushed up, borne on heat flaring from the swollen flesh
clenching the cock burring within her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Yes. There we go,” Davis whispered. “That’s it, little girl. Let it happen.” So low, so alluring, so… damn… persuasive, and God how easy it would be to just give in and let him take her over the edge…
No.
No. Davis might be good—okay, was good—but he hadn’t earned this. Sure, this was supposed to be a night meant for pleasure, no pretensions, no attachments, but he’d made it more than that. He’d made it a challenge in ways more than just the activity itself, and Jess wouldn’t fall so quickly to his… seduction.
She bore down on the rising wave. Struggling with muscles which fought against her, nerves which cried out for her to listen and give him what he desired. The feeling subsided, and for a moment there was giddy relief.
And victory.
I’ll admit, you’re good, Mister Davis. But I’m better.
Jess blew out a shuddering breath, and Davis pulled back slowly, staring down at her. When she looked up into his face, she expected disappointment, or even anger. Instead, his smile was a blanket of warmth, the gaze staring back both acknowledgement and respect.
There was a heated gleam there too, and she shuddered when he lowered the vibration of the Sybian.
“Don’t get excited; we’re not done yet, little girl. I’ll give you credit: you’re damn strong. And watching you struggle is hot as fuck. But I told you this when we started: I will make you come.” Davis glanced over toward the entrance back to the bar area, and she followed his gaze. A clock hung above the opening to let the participants know how much time remained until the event was over.
“I still have two hours and fifteen minutes left to make you orgasm. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.”
“Less talk, more fucking,” she whispered back in defiance, and Davis laughed.
“As you wish.”
The vibration began to increase slowly as Davis twisted the dial. Jess hadn’t let go of his arm as they’d talked, and as the vibration amplified, her fingers dug in tighter.
Forty-five minutes. Fuck you, Mr. Davis. She could do this. Turn the damn thing up, play with it like a thermostat for all she cared. She was not going to come.
“Hmm,” he murmured as he continued to adjust the controller. “You’re really going to make this a fucking contest, aren’t you, little girl? That’s okay. I like a challenge. It’s gonna make watching you come apart at the seams so… fucking… incredible.” Desire shaped the words from amusement to heated passion, and the cock inside her adjusted tempo as he played with the dial further. “I just need to find that sweet spot…”
Jess hissed.
“Ah, yeah, there we go. Found it,” he said, chuckling softly. “What do you say? Think we should leave it right there for a bit? See if we can’t make that sassy little mouth of yours beg the way your pussy is?”
Jess gritted her teeth, letting sensation roll up her spine until she gained control of it for the moment. She knew it would be back: physiology would demand it. But she’d managed to keep it in check to this point, from orb to the cock, and even though he’d caught her reaction, all she needed to do now was stay focused and ride this out. Let each successive wave build then pass, and she would win, and he would lose.
“Come on, little girl. I know you can feel it. You and I both know what that beautiful little pussy of yours wants right now. And if you just let it happen, just… give… in… it’s going to feel fucking incredible.”
Jess closed her eyes, letting her head fall forward. The tension of her pussy around the phallus eased, and she let out a deep breath slowly. ‘If you just let it happen…’ He didn’t realize it, but he’d already lost. There was no way she was going to come, and no amount of seductive words would change that. She grinned internally as she sat there, one hand seized to the corded sinew of his arm, the other resting on her damp, sweat-sheened thigh.
Time. Time was her only enemy now, because there was nothing he could do that would push her beyond where she’d already--
His free hand moved, thumb positioning to gently swirl against the hood of her clit.
Fuck. Except that.
“Nngh.” She did everything she could to choke back her reaction. To ignore his attention to her engorged nub, but he’d noticed, and the smile on his face grew wider.
“Fuck yeah! See, I knew it! Better, huh?”
His chest pressed against her shoulder as his hand massaged a soothing pattern over her hood. He gathered slickness over his rough pad, using it to coat her clit enough so the abrasion turned silky, making her nerves pulsate with the same need they had when the silicon orb had vibrated there.
Well, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
The orb had been bad enough. This was worse, and he fucking knew it. This had been planned, and Jess had to admit, it was well played. She’d been teased before and edged herself on plenty of occasions. Davis was using the same tactic now. He’d never intended the use the orb alone: that had simply been the opening act.
Okay, another point to him. He knew what the fuck he was doing.
“Let it happen, little girl.”