Chapter 1: The Writer’s Feast
The air in my nook tasted like vanilla and your want, thick and sweet. I leaned back in my leather chair, watching you shift on the edge of my desk, your purple hair a cascade against the dark wood. “Those are in the way,” I said, my voice low, nodding at your panties. You bit your lip, that beautiful, nervous habit, but you hooked your thumbs into the lace and slid them down your thighs, letting them fall to the floor. My breath hitched. “Now get up there properly,” I murmured, and you obeyed, scooting back until you were fully on the desk, your legs spreading just enough for me to see the glistening proof of how much you wanted this.
I stood slowly, circling you like a predator savoring the sight. My fingers traced the inside of your trembling knee, up the silk of your thigh. “You’re so wet already,” I whispered, my thumb brushing through your slick heat, making you gasp. I brought my glistening thumb to my mouth, never breaking eye contact, and tasted you. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” I stepped between your legs, my hands sliding up your sides to cradle your ribs, my thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. Your nipples were already hard peaks against the thin fabric of your dress. I lowered my mouth to your neck, sucking lightly at the frantic pulse there, feeling your moan vibrate against my lips. “Tell me what you want, Nari.” You whimpered, arching into me. “Just you,” you breathed, the words shaky but sure. I smiled against your skin, my hands finally cupping your breasts, my thumbs circling those sensitive peaks through the fabric until you were squirming. “Such pretty little secrets,” I growled, before pulling the neckline down to take a taut nipple into my hot, wet mouth. You cried out, your fingers tangling in my short hair, holding me close as I laved and sucked, worshiping every inch of you I could claim.
The sound you made was a ragged, beautiful thing that went straight to my cunt. “God, I love how sensitive these are,” I breathed against your damp skin, switching to your other nipple to give it the same torturous, attentive worship. My teeth grazed the peak, and your back arched off the desk, a desperate, wordless plea. “That’s it, good girl. Let me hear you.” Your moans were this broken, hungry music, and each one coiled heat tighter in my belly, a filthy, thrilling pulse between my own legs. My hands slid down your trembling sides, gripping the swell of your hips hard enough to leave faint prints, claiming you. I kissed a searing path down your sternum, my tongue dipping into the hollow there before I sunk my teeth into the tender skin where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking a dark mark into existence. You shuddered, a full-body ripple of surrender. “Mine,” I growled, trailing lower, my mouth skimming over your ribs, the soft plane of your stomach. I hooked my hands behind your knees, pushing them wider, opening you completely to the warm, dim light and my ravenous gaze. My lips traced the crease of your thigh, feeling the muscle jump beneath my tongue. I bit down, not hard, but enough to make you gasp, my breath hot against the most intimate part of you. I could smell your arousal, a musky, intoxicating perfume. My own need was a throbbing ache, but this was too good to rush. “You’re dripping for me,” I murmured, my voice thick, my thumb sweeping through your slick folds once, twice, but avoiding the desperate throb of your clit. “And I am going to ruin you for it.”
The sight of her, spread open and glistening, was a fucking masterpiece, and my patience snapped. I couldn’t wait another second. I had to taste her, to drown in that sweetness. I leaned in, my breath ghosting over her soaked pussy, and let my tongue drag a slow, flat line from her entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit. She tasted like salt and honey and pure, desperate need. A ragged, broken sound ripped from her throat. I did it again, slower, savoring the way her thighs tried to clamp around my head, the way her hips bucked helplessly off the desk. I hooked my arms under her legs, pinning her open, and finally sealed my mouth over her. My tongue dove into her, fucking her with shallow, relentless strokes before circling her clit with agonizing slowness. Her hands fisted in my hair, not guiding, just clinging. “Miori, please,” she choked out, her voice stripped raw. I hummed against her, the vibration making her sob. I pulled back just to watch her flutter, wet and empty, before licking a cruel, tight circle around her swollen bud. “Please what?” I murmured against her slick flesh, my words a hot caress. “I can’t… I need…” she begged, her sentence dissolving into a gasp as I sucked her clit into my mouth, applying a steady, pulsing pressure that had her back arching off the wood. “You need to come?” I whispered, releasing her. “No. Not yet.” I replaced my mouth with two fingers, sliding them deep inside her, curling them just so. Her inner muscles clenched around me, a silken, hot vise. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” she warned, her eyes wide with panic. “Don’t you dare,” I commanded, stilling my hand completely, letting her throb around my motionless fingers. She whimpered, a pathetic, beautiful sound of pure frustration. “Please, let me. I’ll be good, I promise, just let me cum.”
“Such a good girl for me,” I purred, my fingers finally moving inside her again, a slow, torturous glide that made her whimper. “You feel so perfect wrapped around me.” I curled my fingers, pressing hard against that sweet, spongy spot, and watched her eyes roll back. “Not yet,” I whispered, stopping all motion again just as her hips began to stutter. She sobbed, a raw, broken sound that went straight to my core. “Please, Miori, I’ll do anything.” Her begging was a better high than any drink. I lowered my mouth to her again, sucking her swollen clit between my lips, flicking my tongue in rapid, ruthless circles. Her thighs trembled violently against my head. “Now,” I commanded against her heat, driving my fingers deep and fast. “Cum for me.” Her whole body seized, a silent scream on her lips before the sound tore free, waves of pleasure milking my fingers as she clenched around them, wet and endless and mine.
I didn’t let up, my tongue and fingers working her through the shuddering aftershocks until her cries turned to oversensitive pleas. “Too much, it’s too much,” she sobbed, but her hips were still rocking, chasing the feeling. “You can take more,” I growled, needing to feel her come apart again, to rewrite her sensitivity with my own. I reached up, lacing my fingers tight in her purple waves, and pulled her head back sharply, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat. A primal sound tore from my chest. I needed to mark her, to brand this claiming into her skin as I fucked her with deep, punishing strokes of my fingers. My mouth found her pulse point, sucking hard, teeth scraping as I fucked her harder, feeling her walls flutter in protest and welcome. I needed to overstimulate her, to break her apart until she was nothing but raw nerve and whimpering need, until the only thing she knew was my name and my hands and my mouth on her. I was frantic with it, this desperate hunger to ruin her for anyone else, to wreck her so completely she’d feel this ache tomorrow and smile. “Mine,” I snarled against her skin, tasting salt and her. Her body convulsed again, a sharp, surprised shock of a climax ripped from her, and I drank her cries, fucking her through it, relentless.
Her body convulsed again, a sharp, surprised shock of a climax ripped from her, and I drank her cries, fucking her through it, relentless. I finally released her throat, my own breath ragged, and looked down at the masterpiece of wrecked pleasure beneath me. “That’s it, my pretty girl,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with wanting her. She was sobbing softly, oversensitive and trembling, but I couldn’t stop. I needed to see her break one more time, completely by my command.
I hooked my hands behind her knees again, pushing her legs up and wide, opening her up to the cool air and my hungry stare. The position was unforgiving, exposing every quivering, swollen inch of her. “You’re taking this,” I told her, my thumb finding her clit again, rubbing hard, circular patterns that made her jolt. She was so wet, her own slickness was dripping down my wrist, a hot fucking river of her submission. The scent of her, of us, was overwhelming. Feeling her come apart like this, hearing those broken moans, was making me fucking drip. I could feel my own arousal, a hot, slick pulse between my thighs, soaking my own underwear just from watching her fall apart.
“You feel that?” I growled, sliding two fingers back inside her, fucking her with short, deep strokes. “You feel how wet I’m getting from ruining you?” Her eyes fluttered, glassy and unfocused, a silent yes. “That’s all for you, my pretty girl. I’m dripping for you.” I crooked my fingers, hammering that spot, my other hand pinning her hip to the desk. Her back arched, a soundless scream on her lips as the third orgasm tore through her, a violent, shocking wave that clamped her around my fingers like a vise. I fucked her through it, praising her, “Yes, just like that, take it, my pretty, pretty girl,” until she went completely limp, boneless and spent.
Watching her come apart like that left me absolutely raw. My own need was a fucking live wire, sizzling and tight between my legs, and my panties were soaked. I needed to move, to take the edge off enough to get her to our bed. I eased my fingers from her, the slick sound obscene in the quiet room, and slid my thumb over my own clit through my jeans just once—a biting, sharp pressure that made me hiss. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be until I had her beneath me for real. “Come on, pretty girl,” I murmured, my voice ragged, gently pulling her up from the desk and gathering her shaking form into my arms. She was boneless, but her arms looped trustingly around my neck. I carried her through the hall, her head lolling against my shoulder, and laid her down in the soft middle of our rumpled bed. Her green eyes, hazy with pleasure, followed my every move. I stepped back, my hands trembling a little with anticipation, and pulled my damp t-shirt over my head, then shimmied out of my jeans and those useless, soaked panties, tossing everything to the floor.
A soft gasp escaped her. “You’re… it’s everywhere,” she whispered, her gaze locked on the slick mess between my thighs. She sounded awed, reverent. Hearing her notice, seeing her eyes darken, sent a fresh jolt of pure heat through me. I climbed onto the bed, the cool sheets a shock against my fevered skin, and she immediately reached for me. “My turn,” she breathed, her shyness burned away, replaced by a determined tenderness. Her hands smoothed over my hips, a gentle, curious possession, before she lowered her mouth to my stomach. Every kiss was slow, deliberate. She took her sweet, agonizing time, her lips traveling a searing path down the inside of my thigh, avoiding where I ached for her most, then back up the other side. A ragged sound tore from my throat when her tongue finally licked a slow, filthy stripe from my entrance to my clit, but she didn’t stay. She pulled back, her eyes watching my face as her fingers spread me open, studying the proof of my hunger. “Miori,” she whispered against my inner thigh, her breath a hot promise, before her mouth finally descended, her tongue circling my swollen apex with a patience that made me sob, my hips lifting off the mattress in a frantic, silent plea for more.
The circling was a sweet, fucking agony. “Nari, please,” I gasped, the words ripped from somewhere raw and desperate. She hummed against me, the vibration a taunt, her tongue dipping lower to lap slowly at my entrance before retreating back to that maddening, gentle orbit. “Please what?” she murmured, her voice muffled against my skin, thick with a power I’d never heard there before. It undid me. “Your mouth, I need your mouth on me, fuck, please just lick me properly,” I begged, thrashing my head against the pillows. She laughed softly, a dark, delightful sound, and then her tongue flattened, pressing broad and hot against my clit before sliding down again to taste me, shallow and infuriatingly light. “You taste so good when you beg,” she whispered, her breath cooling the wetness she’d left behind. I couldn’t take it. My hands flew to her hair, fisting in those purple waves, and I guided her head firmly to where I needed her. “There,” I commanded, my voice a ragged thing. She didn’t resist; her mouth opened, and her tongue finally speared into me, deep and perfect. A broken shout tore from my throat. I held her there, my fingers tight in her hair, and rolled my hips, grinding my aching cunt against her face, using her beautiful mouth for my pleasure. She moaned, the sound vibrating through me, and her hands came up to grip my thighs, holding on as I fucked myself against her tongue.
Her mouth was a slick, hot miracle around me, and the feeling was so intense it blurred my vision. I could hear every wet, filthy sound as I moved against her, a rhythm of pure need. Her tongue was relentless, curling and thrusting inside me, then flattening against my most sensitive spot in a way that made my toes curl. The muffled, hungry noises she made, vibrations against my flesh, told me she was loving this surrender as much as I was. I tugged her hair, guiding her pace, using her beautiful face until my thighs shook. Her eager moans got louder, proof she was getting off on just this, on letting me take what I needed from her. I glanced down, saw her eyes closed in bliss, her cheeks flushed, and it sent a jolt of pure possession through me. “Yeah, just like that, take it,” I grunted, my hips snapping harder. The slick heat of her mouth, the pressure of her tongue, the ragged sound of her breathing—it was all crashing together, pulling me toward the edge. Her fingers dug into my skin, holding me close as I rode her face, a frenzied, perfect rhythm. I could feel my own release coiling tight, a burning knot about to snap. “I’m gonna come,” I warned, my voice shattered. Her response was to suck harder, to drink me in deeper, and that was all it took. Pleasure detonated, a white-hot shockwave that ripped a raw scream from my throat as I ground against her, shuddering through wave after relentless wave.