Glitch (Next Level Book 1)

This date keeps elevating, and I don’t want it to ever stop. As I stare down at Ara looking up at me like a little cat, I’m spiraling. I want to fuck her mouth. I want to fuck her pussy. I want to slam her against the window and fuck her in the ass. I want to eat her cunt and dump paint all over her body just to run my fingers through a rainbow of colors on her sweet skin.

I’m not leaving this studio without that painting of her I found earlier.

Hell, I’m not leaving this studio without making it clear that she’s mine. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

The sun’s starting to rise and the rays creep into her studio. With my hand on her cheek, I guide her mouth to my length.

“Put that pretty, hot little mouth on me, Kitty.”

She opens eagerly and licks the ridge of my head. I lose my breath.  Ara delivers more than my expectations can handle. She rises onto her knees and sucks me down until I hit the back of her throat. I’m not even halfway in, and I swear I see stars. She sucks me hard, and the hollows of her cheeks are defined as she pulls back.

Holy fucking shit. Ara could likely suck my soul right out of my dick with her level of enthusiasm.

I grab the back of her head and guide her down my length again. I pull back to let her twirl her tongue around my head before I thrust forward to fuck her mouth a little more. “You feel so good, Kitty.” My register is damn deep while I talk. “My dirty little artist has a mouth made to suck my cock.”

She lets out a little groan. It zings through my balls.

“Fuck, Ara, that’s it. Take me down. A little more, that’s it.” I rock into her mouth slowly as she slurps at me. That sound will be my kryptonite. “Stroke it.” With both my hands threaded in her hair at this point, I fuck her pretty mouth until I can’t breathe. She’s so good, so perfect, so wild on her knees, using one hand to stroke my base while twirling and sucking my head, her other hand grips around my damn balls, massaging and tugging and squeezing.

“Such a good girl, making me feel this good.” I’m close. So close. “I want you to swallow me, Kitty. Take everything I’m gonna give you. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”

She picks up pace and sucks harder.

“That’s it, Kitty.”

Her eyelashes flutter and have clumped together. She stares up at me with my dick in her mouth and tears clinging to her long eyelashes and there’s fire in her eyes.

“Awww fuuuuuck.” My balls draw up, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I climax like a storm unleashed. I’m trapped at her mercy as I unload down her throat. I can’t move. My thighs flex, my shoulders slam the wall, and she leans forward, desperate to take as much of me down her throat as she can. My cock pulses and I keep coming. Even after I think it’s over, she doesn’t let up. Ara swirls her tongue around my sensitive tip and sucks me back down again.

A deep, guttural growl tears out of my throat.

My fingers in her hair tighten as she gently sucks the head, doing all kinds of sinful things with her tongue and before I know it, I’m about to come a second time. I pull out and start to jack off. “Open your mouth and hold out your tongue.”

She does as I say, and I spurt my cum all over her pretty pink tongue, chin, and the top of her tits. Her t-shirt is hanging off her shoulder and I want to cut the whole damn thing off so I can paint her body with what’s pumping out of me.

“Holy fuck,” I rasp. I can’t seem to stop. It’s like my body’s been waiting for this moment for forever and if I take a break, the magic will die. I refuse to let that happen.

Dropping down on my knees, I gently push Ara onto her back as I kiss her. She tastes salty and sweet, and I know it’s me on her tongue and I fucking love the way we taste together.

“Mmmph.” She pushes against me, and I back off a little. Before I ask if I’m going too hard, she swipes her fingers across the top of her tits and gathers my cum, then she shoves all four of her fingers in her mouth at once and sucks them clean.

Fuck me sideways, that’s hot.

“You like the taste of my cream, Kitty?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I pull down her cotton shorts. “You want more?”

Her eyes widen. She looks between us and sees I’m still fully hard. “You’re a machine,” she whispers.

“I’m a hungry animal.” I bend down and show her just how starved I am for her sweet pussy. Shoving two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, I lean down and suck her clit in earnest, making her come within seconds. Seconds. She didn’t even last a minute under my touch this time, and I’m dying to see how many orgasms it’ll take for her to pass out again.

“Glitch!” She slams her thighs around my head, and I rise from on my knees, my mouth still latched onto her clit. Her ass and back lift off the floor in this position. “GLITCH!” She comes with only my tongue on her this time. “Holy shit, my head’s spinning.”

I bet it is.

I nearly have her tipped upside down. Once I’m sure she’s finished pulsing around my finger, I slowly ease Ara back down until she’s lying flat on the floor again and I drag my tongue along her slick folds. “You ready for another?”

“Another?” She can’t catch her breath. “I’m gonna die if you give me another.”

“RIP you, then.” I descend on her pussy and have her screaming my name in less than thirty seconds. For all the edging I gave Ara in her apartment, I’m not even trying to be patient in her studio. I just want her coming. I want to keep hearing her scream my name. I want to make her hear colors.

She braces her feet against my shoulders and shoves away.

I allow it so she can catch her breath again. But not for long. “Where are you going, Kitty?”

She crab-crawls away and I slink after her on my hands and knees. It’s a slow stalking. A leisurely prowl. When Ara’s back hits the window, she smiles at me.

“My girl wants it against the glass?” Then she’ll have it against the glass. I’ll build a shuttle and fucking take her to the moon if she asks me to. Anything for my Ara. “Stand up,” I order.

Her sweaty skin skids up the windowpane, making it squeak a little as she does what she’s told. I gently grab her ankle and place it on my shoulder as I stare up at her. This woman is a masterpiece. Soft curves, swollen lips, wicked eyes, knotted hair, flushed skin. I kiss the sore spot on her knee before I glance up at her again. “You’re mine, Ara.”

She bites her bottom lip. Little wrinkles form between her brows.

“Say it. Say you’re fucking mine.” I flick my tongue out and drag it along the seam of her pussy. “Mine.”

“Yes.” She sinks her hand into my hair. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, Kitty. We belong to each other now. No one’s making you come but me.” Something odd flitters across her face. “Say what’s in your head, Ara.” Because I plan to make her non-verbal before I’m done on my knees.

“I come a lot,” she confesses.

Interesting choice of words. “Is that a problem?”

“Is it?” she shoots back. “I mean, I come a lot, Glitch. I need it. It’s like a compulsion.”

Be still my Ara-owned heart. “You like to pleasure yourself often?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

Her cheeks turn a deeper crimson. “But you said—”

“I didn’t mean you couldn’t touch yourself, Kitty.” I shove a finger inside her, loving how her inner walls grip me. “But I don’t want another man touching you.”

She lets out a little exhale that sounds like relief and it makes me wonder if her ex told her self-love was wrong. Some douchebags have a problem with that, but that’s their insecurity talking. And I’m willing to bet my next paycheck that her ex also had a problem with the toys she used.

“Do you get off here in the studio?” I add another finger to her pleasure points.

“Mmm hmm.” Her gaze is hooded, but she maintains eye contact with me.

“You use your lipstick toy?”

“Or…” Her grip tightens on my hair as I continue to finger her. “Or my hands.”

“Right here on the floor?”

“And against this window.”

The image of my Kitty getting herself off in the middle of all this paint with the fluorescent lights shining down on her like a motherfucking spotlight is something I need to see. “Show me.” I pull out and hold her steady until she’s got both feet on the floor again. “Show me what you do to yourself, Ara.”

I make sure my tone and expression both show how very eager I am to watch.

“But I—”

My eyebrow lifts. She pauses, knowing that’s another spank she’s just earned. “Show me what you do, Kitty. Tell me what you think about while you do it.”

With no shorts on, and her t-shirt still hanging over her shoulder, Ara saunters to the center of the room and sits on the floor. Pulling her shirt off, she crumples it up and makes a pillow with it. Then my beautiful girl lies back and spreads her legs, giving me the best art show of my life.

Her toes curl as she dips two fingers inside the pussy that now belongs to me. Then she rubs those slickened fingers in tight circles over her clit, alternating between fast and slow, then she dips them into her pussy again and starts the process over.

“Does that feel good?”

“You feel better.” She groans, her eyes still shut. “Mmph.” She picks up the pace, rubbing her clit with three fingers now. Her legs are spread wide, baring everything to me. I want to partake. No, fuck that, I want to take over. But I don’t.

“Talk to me, Kitty. What are you thinking about?”

“You fucking me.” Her pussy’s so wet, it’s getting noisy, and it makes my mouth water.

“Where am I fucking you, Kitty?” I crawl closer to her. My cock’s throbbing, aching to sink into her heat.

She starts panting. “You… you fuck me everywhere. You’re in my mouth… my cunt…” Her thighs begin to shake. “You fuck my ass…” Her toes curl, feet flex and her ass goes in the air as her back arches. She screams. I’m talking a full-blown, throat wide, thunderstruck roar rips from her throat as she orgasms.

My wild beauty squirts all over the floor and continues to rub another out as I make my way closer. 

Ara’s still catching her breath when I crawl on top of her. “Such a good, messy girl.” I capture her mouth with mine and dominate the kiss. I want to feed her my cock again and I want to make all her desires reality. I’ll fuck her wherever, however, whenever she wants. I’m hers to command.

“Ara?” someone yells from the other side of the door. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes flip open. Dogs bark in the hall. She holds her face and whispers, “Shit.”

“Ara?”

“I’m fine!”

“Okay, just checking.” There’s some shuffling behind the door and a dog yips. “I have some bagels if you want one.”

“No thank you!”

“Suit yourself.”

We stay dead quiet as we listen to the dude with his bagels and two dogs leave again. I’m secretly torn between grateful and angry for that fucker. On one hand, he checked on Ara and was concerned for her safety, which I like. On the other, he got to hear her come, which I hate.

“I’m not usually loud,” she whispers. “I can’t seem to keep quiet with you, though.”

Not gonna lie, my pride just puffed out. I kiss her again and she’s all kinds of worked up under my hands. I want to fuck her on the floor but won’t. “I want you so much it hurts. But I don’t want to share even the sound of your climax with someone else.” If that makes me an asshole, oh well. It’s the truth. “Can you keep quiet?”

Ara swallows hard and looks down at my eager cock. It’s so hard and veiny, it’s got its own pulse.

“No,” she whispers. “I don’t want to have to hold back. Not during our first time.”

“Then let’s get out of here.”

She takes my hand and I haul her to her feet. “Where are we going? Back to my place?”

“Nope.” I pick up her clothing and help her get dressed. “We’re going to mine.”