Tough Love

Medicine Pt. 2 • Short

"You gon' get that quick shit
With that good shit, that dick got you screamin'
That rough type, what you like
My Mars, all in your Venus"

Aya Weathers

"You just don't fuckin' listen," Chris chuckled darkly. "On your back. Now."

I groaned and rolled over slowly. "Chris, I don't think I can keep this u—" My complaining was interrupted by yelping when he grabbed hold of my legs and pulled me towards him at the foot of the bed. He crouched over and lifted up my shirt, leading his tongue from my chest down to my naval. I shivered at the feeling, cringing my fingers.

"Hm? What was that?" He mumbled against my skin as he pushed my legs back as far as they could possibly go. I rested my weight onto my elbows so I could get a better look at him. There was a devilish look in his eyes and a sinister smirk tugging on his pink lips.

He spread my other set of lips apart with two fingers, pulling on one side more than the other. There was a bit of a twinkle in his eyes as he stared upon my heaven, seemingly trying to decide what to do with it. He fit his tongue perfectly between my folds, waving it around.

I gripped a pillow in my fists and he breathes beneath me, hot air down my lower area. I don't want him to see my face because it is blowing up inside, red and furious, and I'm grimacing at the pale white wall which is cool when I put my hand on it.

His beard was a little rough on the insides of my thighs. Then with his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire. That strange feeling: gratitude and hunger. My hunger was being teased. It also felt like a punishment.

I'm concentrating, trying to figure out exactly what Chris is doing. Every lick, every flick
causes an electric surge, a tiny sharp shock, to flash through my body. I'm seeing flashes of light, fleeting images. It's as though I'm losing consciousness, losing my mind. I can't bear any more, it's too much.

My moans transition to whines and my hands claw at his hair as I'm indecisive of whether I want him to stop or give me more. He poked and licked, licked and poked, focusing on completing a certain pattern. I don't know if it's too much or not enough, but whatever it is is driving me insane.

I threw my head back as he latched onto me, clamping his lips around my clit specifically. A loud unexpected howl emitted from my mouth. He hummed, sending a vibration through my lower body. I used my hands to hold his head, moved it with deliberate but tempered force. I couldn't run, couldn't possibly go anywhere with my legs behind my head.

"Always tryna get away," He growled lowly and placed his tongue flat across, dragging up slowly. "Where you think you going? Hm?" I was quaking. My lips were permanently parted and I couldn't get them to close again enough for me to make out a single word.

His nails dug into my thighs leaving small indents and there was an outline of where his hands held me. My elbows slipped from underneath me and my back fell flat onto the cool sheets. I was breathing as if I was asthmatic and I couldn't get my arms to rest anywhere. He softly took my clit between his teeth, sending a confusing stimulus to my entire body. I jerked up and cried out as if it were torture, which it kinda was.

"Louder," He mumbled and slipped a finger inside of me. A tear slipped from the crease of my eye as he explored my insides with his hands. I squealed as my back arched so deeply that my rib cage popped in to say hello. "That's it, let the whole fuckin' neighborhood hear you."

A noise escapes my mouth, an embarrassingly deep sigh — like air rushing out of something. There was a burst of light, I felt myself entering a kind of black hole in my soul, in which intense pain and fear mingled with total pleasure, pushing me beyond all previously known limits and I moaned and screamed as if I couldn't take anymore physical contact. I couldn't. I screamed as never before because no one would be able to hear me, the orgasm flooding out of me.