#SSceneC2015 #Final16 : Naima Simone @Naima_Simone vs Cara Bristol @CaraBristol #NSFW

Holy shit.

Pearlescent moonlight streamed into the room through the windows, cascading across the floor and the rumpled sheets…

Across the bare chest and thrusting hips of the straining male who fisted and pumped his cock.

God he was beautiful.

Black sweatpants covered Shane’s long legs and most of his hips, shoved down far enough to bare taut skin and the delicious cut of his hip bone. Ridged abs were etched in stark relief as he drove into the tight grip of his fist. Damn. Fallon swept her tongue over suddenly dry lips. She’d guessed the night before that the bulge beneath his briefs hinted at an impressive erection. But, good God, seeing was believing. He. Was. Huge. Each stroke over his stiff cock required use of his arm, not just his wrist.

Desire and greedy lust poured through her, stiffening her nipples into diamond-hard points and pooling between her thighs, until her sex spasmed with an empty ache. Flames licked over her skin, and beads of sweat dotted her palms and chest.

Reluctantly, she drew her fascinated gaze away from his hips and traveled up his torso to his face. Her breath snagged in her throat. If she’d thought him beautiful before, the tortured pleasure twisting his features transformed him into something that defied description. The tendons in his neck stood out as his head pressed into the pillow. Though thick lashes hid his eyes, erotic hunger stamped his face in the skin pulled tight over his sharp cheekbones and his lips drawn back in a sensual snarl.

His hand sped up, and the rasp of his breathing roughened. She stared, captivated, as he drove in and out of his fingers, faster and harder. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought to remain hidden in the shadowed doorway instead of crossing the room, climbing on the bed, palming his cock, and finishing the job.

“Fallon.”

I’m busted. I’m so freaking busted. Shock and fear gripped and shook her like a rag doll. How had he known she was standing there? And what would he do now? Yell at her? Berate her… Invite her in, replace her hand with his? Push her head toward that straining, beautiful, hard flesh to impale her mouth?

Wait. Oh damn.

He doesn’t know I’m here. And he’d growled her name. Her name. Was he fantasizing about her while bringing himself to pleasure? Cream spilled from between her folds, dampening her panties as her clit swelled. What should she do now? Leave—hightail it out of there before he realized he had an audience of one? Or stay. Enter that room, climb up on the bed, and turn fantasy into reality.

Her heart lodged in her throat, her stomach clenching in sharp need, anticipation, and fear. What if she went to him and he rejected her…again? Another long, low moan rumbled in his chest, reverberating in her belly, stroking over the hypersensitive flesh between her thighs.

She moved into the room.

No thinking. No second-guessing. Her bare feet slid noiselessly across the hardwood floor. But she must’ve made a sound because his thick lashes lifted, and turquoise fire blazed bright in the shadowed darkness.

Pulling up short at the foot of his bed, she met his hard, luminescent stare. His chest rose and fell on deep, rough breaths. The harsh stamp of arousal on his face didn’t ease. The sexual, almost cruel slant of his mouth didn’t soften. He didn’t beckon her closer.

But he didn’t order her out either.

Clutching that small detail like a lifeline, she raised one knee onto the mattress. Then the other. Slowly, she crawled the short distance to his big body, granting him time and opportunity to send her away. Yet, even when she knelt between his spread, hard thighs, he remained silent.

Need was a living animal writhing inside her as she gripped his cock directly above his fist. Hot. Steel. Velvet. She tightened her hold, and it bucked and pulsed in her hand. This close his fresh wind scent was sharper, distilled, and combined with the unique musk that belonged solely to him, it made her mouth water for a taste. A taste hell. She wanted to gorge herself on him.

His fingers unraveled from his rigid flesh, and as she gave the shaft one lush pump, those long digits speared through her hair, twisting, pulling. Tugging her down to the cock she dreamed about and craved.

Sighing, she rubbed her lips across the cap, her mouth coming away wet with the precum slicking the swollen tip. She hummed, licking the essence of his desire. Sharp. A sweet tartness. And him. Hungering for more, she swiped her tongue over the shallow slit and was rewarded with another pulse of fluid.

Growling, Shane thrust his other hand into her hair, pressing his fingertips to her scalp. Wordlessly, he ordered her to take him. Suck him.

And she obeyed.

Her lips parted over his flesh, swallowed him. A ragged moan ripped the air. His. Hers. Theirs. Because as his thick shaft slid over her tongue, pleasure coursed through her like rushing waters bursting free from a dam. God, he was hard, wide…delicious. She curled her tongue under the flared hood of the head and gave a healthy suck.

His dark growl preceded the tiny pricks of pain to her scalp as he yanked on her hair. Those bee stings reverberated in her clit, sparking and aching in correspondence with each tug. Needing more, yearning for more, she rose slightly, angling her head. At this new position she took him deeper, engulfed almost half of his cock. Groaning, she reveled in the stretch of her lips, the pulse beneath his taut skin, the strain in his thighs.

“Don’t play with me, Fallon,” Shane snarled with another pull on her curls. “You came in here for something. Take it. Suck it.” He rolled his hips, pushing another inch into her mouth. “Suck it hard, baby.”

The raw eroticism and demand in the words enflamed her. Her pussy clenched as she closed her eyes and, cheeks hollowed, rose and fell over his flesh, the wet suction of mouth over skin filling the room like a sexual symphony. She lost herself in the sensuous glide of his rigid cock over her tongue, the hoarse breaths and harsh groans, the samples of his cum with every lick to the bulbous tip. Pumping one hand, she lowered the other between his thighs to cup his balls, squeeze and roll them.

“Goddammit,” he rasped. “I told you about teasing me,” he warned. Tightening his hold on her head, he held her steady, immobile. “Now I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth. Open wide, baby.” He barely waited until she acquiesced before thrusting between her lips in a fast, hard pace. That quickly he wrenched the control from her, making her a prison to his hunger and lust. And she loved it. Loved every stroke, every pulse, every raw curse.

“Wider. More,” he ordered, his hips punching upward in a rhythm echoing in her clit, her pussy. Digging her fingers into his thighs, all she could do was hold on for the ride. “Yeah, baby.” He groaned. “I’m about to come. Damn, I’m about to come hard.” His hips slowed as he tilted her head back slightly so she could meet his burning gaze without slipping from her mouth. “Out or in?”

In reply, she sucked harder on his cock. And he swore, resuming the rapid thrusts. His shaft swelled, expanding until he seemed to fill and brand every inch of her mouth. Then, with a long, low, rough roar, he stiffened. Exploded. Her name caressed her ears as hot, thick spurts blasted over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. Eagerly, she swallowed, taking everything he had to give her. His big body bowed, tremors running through him. And still she continued to draw on him, licking, comforting.

As his jagged breathing evened and eventually quieted, she pressed a last gentle kiss to his flesh, scattering small presses of her lips to his hip and thigh. Just moments before the room had been soaked with serrated groans, carnal demands, and hoarse curses. But now, after the storm had crashed and ebbed, the silence rolled in like a dense fog. Bringing with it the cold, the confusion, the dark.

Shivering, and not from the unsated desire that thrummed under her skin and between her legs, Fallon inched off the bed, her gaze on his thighs, on his ridged abdomen, on the cock that still remained long and thick in spite of his recent release.

Anywhere but his face. If she spied greed there, she might not leave the room, or him. But if she spotted the cold reserve there, the rejection, she might go Lorena Bobbitt on him. She couldn’t handle that with the taste of him still strong in her mouth. The feel of his dominant thrusts still echoing on her tongue…

A hard, unyielding hand gripped her wrist.

She jerked her head up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shane’s voice, hoarse from his orgasm, danced over her skin, stroked between her legs. He sat, drew her back onto the bed, and flipped her over so he loomed over her. His palms pressed the mattress on either side of her head, his knees nudging her inner thighs. “We’re not finished.”

“If I continue to touch you, I won’t be able to resist fucking you.”

“Touch me,” she said.

She moaned in relief as he slid his fingers along her cleft, igniting little blazes there, too. He penetrated her sopping channel with two digits. Desire, red-hot and pulsing, arced when he flicked her clit. She rocked against his hand, while his previous growled warning rang in her ears. “If you come, I’ll spank you harder, and longer.”

Did that still apply?

“Do you need to come, little one?” No one had ever called her little one, not with as much junk in the trunk as she had, and the affectionate nickname warmed her from the inside out, except he laughed when he said it in a growly, sexy, taunting rumble like he guessed how tightly coiled she was, and she could kill him. Shoot off the bench and strangle him.

Yet the desire to please was greater than her sexual hunger or her homicidal tendencies. If he said don’t come, then she didn’t want to. Well, no, she did, because his prohibition increased the urge, but she wouldn’t because, because—with a shock, it occurred to her she might be a submissive. Was there a test for that?

You may be a submissive if…you find yourself bare-assed naked and spanked and begging for more.

You may be a submissive if…serving him fills you with pleasure you never expected.

Hannah screwed her eyes shut, and said, “Not if you don’t want me to, sir.”

“Really?” he said conversationally and manipulated her clit. Pleasure wound to a knot of pain.

Don’t come. La. La. La. La. La. Think of something else. Car needs a brake job. Final exams. Big cleaning job tomorrow. Not helping. Hannah twisted the straps on the spanking bench.

“You may come at any time,” he said.

Hannah didn’t so much as let go, as she snapped. Physically, she remained earthbound, but her consciousness catapulted into another mind space where she whirled in a vortex of bliss, soaring like she never had.

When her exhausted body relaxed, she felt Jordan moving behind her then he parted her folds with his thumbs and his breath wafted over her still pulsing flesh a second before his mouth covered her sex.

He licked her too-sensitive clit. If her hands hadn’t been twisted in the straps, she would have shot off the bench. She cried out and tried to wrench away. Oh. God. Oh. God. I can’t take it.

He sucked on the bud, and she emitted a small shriek. “Stop, stop. Too much. Too much.”

Crack! Crack! He smacked her tenderized ass. “Trust me,” he growled.

She couldn’t. He asked too much. Hannah squealed, fought him, but he had her immobilized, and then sharp discomfort coiled into hot pleasure, and she climaxed again.

Hannah panted, her bones like water. Jordan’s belt buckle jangled, a zipper hissed, a condom snapped. “I need to fuck you,” he bit out.

Even though her hunger had been sated, and she hoped he wouldn’t touch her clit again, a shaft of heat pierced her at his hoarse utterance. She wouldn’t, couldn’t come again, but the prospect of taking his cock, being his vessel, had her pussy clenching. Stirred a need in her womb.

His cock prodded her slit and then he pushed inside. Her moan and his growl merged into a harmony of satisfaction. He fucked like he spanked—hard and deliberate. Perspiration slickened the bench’s leather, and her body slid across the seat with every thrust.

The slap of his hips against her smarting ass ignited pleasurable, painful tingles. She felt possessed by him, owned, as he used her body to claim his pleasure.

And then he squeezed a hand under their moving bodies and captured her clit.

Hannah squealed. “No, Jordan, sir, please.” Sandwiched between the bench and his thrusting body, she couldn’t even squirm.

“It pleases me, that you come again,” he growled. His fingers moved furiously.

Her poor clit was on fire. “No, I can’t. “ Vacuum. Vacuum. Vacuum. She gritted her teeth.

He jerked his hand away, but her relief was short lived. He probed her back entrance with a finger lubed with her moisture and invaded her most private hole. A twinge of pain, but, oh, the pleasure.

Wicked, shameful lust ricocheted through her—she could hear it in her moan. His triumphant bark revealed he could, too. He finger fucked her ass while pounding into her. “Come for me, again,” he bit out.