Climaxing Before Her.
1449 Words
Chapter 4.
Lucan Cyrus POV.
It’s been three days. Three f*****g days since I stumbled on this picture on IG, and I haven’t been able to get over the beauty of it.
I was strolling past the streets of i********: with the only intention to check on the progress of our media page. This wasn't something I often do, but I was curious. As curiosity so have it…I happened to stumble across this hot picture of someone I remember too well.
How couldn’t I?
Sharp-mouthed Noria. Always jumping from one conversation to another. The girl was too loud and everywhere for her existence not to be branded into your f*****g skull.
She had never actually been my ideal type. Not like she still is. And I had never imagined her in a light different from her baggy tops, joggers, and cross bags.
But here on i********:, she looked too different. Different from the version of her that hide those beauty into lousy conversations and oversized clothes.
Brown hair that framed her delicate oval face too well, full lips that would do a perfect job wrapped around my f*****g c**k, a red gown that accentuated her every curve, and stopped right around the perfect ass that would feel really succulent against my c**k.
I could feel the softness even from a f*****g distance and that had me wondering just how it would feel like to have it pressed against my ass.
I shouldn’t have thoughts like this about her. She was too loud, too much of a talker, and on top of that, she was my daughter’s best friend. Crazy thoughts about her should never be in my head, and that is why I had made the decision not to think about her again… well, not until she showed up today again, dressed in her usual baggy outfit.
I had stepped down the stairs… something I barely do… with the intention to have a proper conversation with my daughter, Ivy.
I was trying to make peace with my daughter. But my eyes caught sight of her. Noria.
And even though she was dressed in her usual wear, the only thing I could see was the picture that I had been trying so hard to push to the f*****g back of my skull.
Being in a space with her shouldn’t be so f*****g hard. Because it has never been. But today, the instant sight of her made my c**k twitch with a kind of fantasy I had never imagined.
So I excused myself, but to the f*****g wrong place.
I should have headed back to my room, but I would be the clumsiest man on earth if I just turned around and headed straight back to my room without a purpose. So I opted for the other route that led to the grand…
I stood there with one hand buried in my pocket while I stared at the city through the glass of the small window, but nothing at all could take the thoughts of Noria out of my head.
I was doing fine. I was doing f*****g fine some days back, but now… she was standing in my living room, and the only thing I could think of was to clear a f*****g spot on the table, bend her over it, then f**k her in different positions.
My jaw clenched. And I told myself that this was wrong. Because it truly was. But wrong never f*****g felt this right.
Desiring something this forbidden never felt this f*****g sinful yet sensational.
I stared down at my c**k that was starting to grow just at the thoughts of her, and I knew instantly that something needed to be done.
I needed a w***e. Anything to purge out the desire that was crawling up my f*****g skin.
But when I reached out to my assistant, there was none available at the agency.
In that moment, something struck me. A wild thought of forbidden damnation. Something I shouldn’t agree to doing, yet consented to without giving a damn moment to process it.
My hand moved to the other pocket, and I pulled my phone out immediately.
I had shamelessly screenshot the pictures to my phone, and they were sitting pretty in the place I kept them.
I tapped on the screen, and the moment the image came into view, my c**k kicked into something hard and rocky, and I instantly got turned on.
Fuck it. This was ridiculously insane. Getting hard just from staring at the picture of the lady I hate.
But perhaps it was the way her lips parted like they could swallow my c**k if I let them.
I moved my hand to my pants, slipping my fingers down till they moved my lazy brief to the very spot I wanted them.
The moment my fingers grazed my c**k, my muscles tightened, and I hurriedly imagined her taking my c**k into her small palm and stroking while I stared down at her like my f*****g competent slut.
Damn it. I was hard. Too hard. My c**k was kicking and stretching in my hand, and the realization that I could be this f*****g rocky for a lady I never liked still amused me.
When I brought my c**k out, it had already stretched into a f*****g ten inches.
Long, thick, and filled with the kind of veins she would like.
The cap of it was thick, leaking with precum that I would very much like to smear across her cheeks.
Then slowly, I wrapped my hand around it before beginning to stroke myself, holding the picture to my gaze while my fingers picked up pace.
At first, it was slow, but pleasure seeped into me, and my fingers began to move at a frank pace.
“Fuck.” The moan left my lips, but my jaw was still tight. Because… what would it feel like… just what would it feel like to have her lips wrapped perfectly around my c**k?
A wild sensation ran down my body as the image of Noria on her knees filled my brain, lips parted, chin drooling with spit while I f****d the oblivion out of her throat.
Damn it.
My fingers moved, and this time I threw my head back subconsciously, stroking my c**k while my lips parted and trembled.
I was quivering. My jaw was tight, my muscles were tight, and every nerve in me was clenching and unclenching, and more thoughts filled my brain.
The thoughts of taking her mouth and p***y at intervals.
“Damn it,” I gritted, because the image was f*****g raw, and it made my knees buckle.
I fastened my pace around my c**k, stroking harder and faster till I subconsciously began to moan.
“Oh… damn. f**k. Umm… yes. Hmmpp… that’s it, Little Yapper. Stroke my c**k like a slut and stare at me like a f*****g baby.”
The cap of my c**k twitched, and my lips parted more with every stroke I made harder.
I was cumming. I could feel it. I was going to c*m from the way my c**k wouldn’t stop f*****g jerking.
But that wasn’t the only thing I felt.
I felt something hot, like the gaze of a person burning right through my back.
My fingers moved faster than I could stop them, but my head tilted backward out of curiosity. And in that moment, my entire body stilled as something sweet ran down my body, sizzling through me like unending waves.
The air in my lungs stilled, and my pace softened.
Because standing there was the very person I didn’t expect to see.
Noria Carter.
Her expression was blank and unreadable and she stared at me with eyes that should have held anger, shock, or surprise, but they didn’t.
I could tell she had seen her picture through my screen. But that wasn’t the problem.
The f*****g problem was that the movement of my hand against my c**k had softened, but the wild feeling of orgasm didn’t. It kept building up, building up, making my jaw tightened, and my eyes darkened.
I should pull away. I should turn off the phone just so that she doesn’t f*****g see this.
But I couldn’t because every inch of my body was twitching. My parted lips were trembling, the veins at the side of my temple were twisting, and just when I thought it could get real it got worse. Thick ropes of c*m shot out of my c**k, spilling against my hand and the floor like I had imagined it would on her face.
“f*****g… urgh.” I grunted, gagging forward while I climaxed. Right before her.
My daughter’s f*****g best friend.
- Writer
