Chapter 2. Say My Name

Keira’s POV

“Say it again,” he commanded.

My pussy moistened all over again at the sound and command of his voice. He stood still at the door, eyes taking me in a determined look. He knew what to do next, what I wanted him to do, but he was making me wait.

My hands had relaxed a bit around my breasts, and I could feel the obvious change he had in his stance to seeing my full and firm boobs without anything in between.

“Say my name, Kiera. The way you said it a few moments ago,” Clint repeated himself.

His palms had tightened to a fist like he was restraining himself. I did not want him to. I wanted him all over me, kissing me, nibbling on my skin, touching me and then fucking me senseless. I needed all of him. And if saying his name was all he required to lose that control, then fuck me, I was going to moan it out aloud.

Looking him dead in the eyes, I bit my lips sensually and called out his name. “Clint.”

He swallowed, and I noticed the bulge in his shorts. I swallowed, too, wondering how big and warm his dick would feel in my mouth. The thought caused my stomach to tighten, and I licked my lips, shifting a bit on the toilet lid. Why was he still standing over there?

“Drop your hands and spread those legs. I want to see all of you.” He instructed.

I obeyed him, the promises of what he could do to my body far greater than my sense of reasoning and so straightening my back and firmly holding my spread thighs. I look back up at him.

He stalked towards me unhurriedly, like I was his prey, taking his sweet time to scout me out. He seemed to enjoy my body’s reaction to every move he made, as every step he took only heightened my anticipation.

He stopped in front of me, and I had to throw my head back to look at his face. Damn, how tall was he? Six feet? Seven feet?

“You are not a minor, are you?” He asked out of the blue.

I knew I was five-three, but did I really look that young?

“No,” I responded. I had intended the answer to come out with a lot more resolution, but it came out as a mewl instead. “I am twenty-one.”

“Good!” was all he said, and he pulled me to my feet and crashed his lips on mine.

I relaxed as I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his lips leisurely massaging mine and his tight grip on my waist. My bones melted. He tasted even better than I had imagined him to. Like honey dipped in alcohol, refreshing yet intoxicating.

One hand found my neck and encircled it, applying just the right amount of pressure while he kissed me slowly, taking his precious time. His tongue ran across my lower lip, seeking entrance. I obliged, shivering when his tongue touched mine. He sucked on it, crushing me to his body like I was not close enough.

How could a stranger make me feel this way?

With a chaste kiss, his mouth trailed down to the base of my neck and nibbled on the spot. My legs turned to jelly, and I struggled to stand. Thankfully, his strong arms held me up, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my neck.

When I was a hot quivering mess, he licked up my neck, feather-like, to my ear. Kissing and biting on the lobe, he said, “Your legs can’t hold you up any longer, and I have not even touched you yet..” His hands grabbed my ass and he slapped one cheek.

I yelped and stifled a moan. His voice and his words. Damn. I stared at him with lust-filled eyes and a dripping cunt. I was a needy woman, and I did not fail to show him just how much.

He smirked and suddenly, I was in the air. He had lifted me and gently dropped me on the water tank, then he sat on the toilet lid in between my spread legs.

He sucked down my tummy, his tongue teasing my piercing while his fingers pinched my nipples. I shivered.

“Your body…is gorgeous.” He whispered, the compliment resounding through me. “...and you are so fucking sensitive.”

I nodded, holding tightly unto the tank, maintaining eye contact and breathing heavily as I felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath when he nested his head between my thighs, blowing hot air on my pussy.

And without any more preambles, he licked his tongue up my cunt, causing me to moan loudly.

“Aren’t you such a slut? You are wet and dripping for me,” He drawled out, his voice husky and lazy. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he lapped my clit slightly and then went on to knead my boobs and stroking my aroused nipples at the same time.

I jumped when his tongue soon found my hole, plunging into it and fucking me with short jabs, his assault on my breast not relenting one minute. I grabbed his thick curls for dear life as I rode his tongue ferociously, my screams resonating in the stall.

“Yes, yes. Just like that, Clint. Do not stop, please,” I cried, my eyes shut tight as I reeled in the pleasure.

“You like that? You want more?” He replaced his tongue with three fingers, pumping into my pussy hard and fast. “Yes, baby. Ride those fingers as you own them. Fuck. You are so beautiful.”

His lips enclosed my pink bud, sucking hard on it while I pulled on his hair, his fingers in me going at lightning speed. Fuck. I felt my eyes roll behind my head as I experienced orgasm after orgasm.

I screamed as I felt another climax coming. “Oh my God, Clint.” I held onto him, my body spasming.

He kissed my pussy and then retracted his hand from my slick core. I saw stars when I opened my eyes again. Clint had sat upright, licking his fingers clean of my juice.

That was hot. I nibbled on my lips.

I started to reach for my pants when he caught my hand midway, his firm eyes pinning me with their intimidation.

"And who says I am done with you yet?" He questioned.