Chapter 60: NOT HELPING

I pulled back until only the head remained inside, then sank back in just as carefully. The wet heat of her dragged along every inch. I refused to speed up. The last thing I wanted was a repeat of the disaster with Star, finishing in under a minute and walking away embarrassed.

Sarah’s arms stayed loosely around my neck. Every slow thrust pulled a soft sound from her throat. Her breasts shifted with the motion. I kept my eyes on her face, using the sight of her to ground myself while my body screamed to just fuck her hard and finish.

"You’re holding back," she said quietly.

"Trying not to ruin it."

A small breath of a laugh left her. "You’re already inside me, Chance. You’re not going to ruin anything."

"I... agh..."

I pushed in deeper on the next stroke and stayed there for a second, fully seated, feeling her pulse around me. Then I started again, long, measured thrusts that made the bed creak softly. The wet sound of her taking me filled the small bedroom. Every time I bottomed out she made this quiet, punched-out little noise that went straight to my cock.

"Feels good," she whispered against my cheek. "You feel good."

I turned my head and caught her mouth in a messy kiss while I kept moving. Her legs shifted higher around my waist, changing the angle. The new depth made my vision blur for a second. I had to stop completely, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard through my nose.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. Just... give me a second."

She waited. Her fingers stroked the back of my neck in small, absent circles. When I finally started moving again it was even slower than before. Pull out until the head almost slipped free, then sink back in to the base. Over and over. The control was costing me everything. Sweat had started to gather at the base of my spine. My arms trembled slightly from the effort of holding myself up and holding back at the same time.

Sarah’s eyes stayed on mine. There was something soft and almost grateful in them that made the whole thing feel heavier than just sex.

"I shouldn’t want this," she said under her breath. "But I do."

I answered with another deep thrust. She gasped and tightened around me. The squeeze nearly finished me. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to keep the same slow rhythm instead of chasing the orgasm that was already coiling low and dangerous in my gut.

The minutes stretched. Every stroke felt better than the last. Her pussy stayed ridiculously tight, fluttering every time I bottomed out. The condom was slick with her and with the constant precum I kept leaking into it. I could feel how close I was getting, the heat building, the way my cock kept twitching harder inside her, the way my balls had drawn up tight.

I tried to think about anything else. The storm outside. The system. Cole. Anything.

It barely helped.

Sarah’s hands slid down to my shoulders, then lower, gripping my arms as my pace finally started to falter. I was losing the fight. The slow, controlled thrusts were turning shorter, more desperate no matter how hard I tried to stop them.

"Chance..." she breathed.

I was right there.

One more deep push and I would have been gone.

At the last possible second I yanked myself out of her and pushed up onto my knees, one hand wrapped tightly around the base of my cock. It throbbed violently in my grip, the condom shiny and heavy at the tip with how much I had already leaked. A few more pulses ran through it, thick and useless, while I stayed frozen above her, breathing like I had just finished a sprint.

Sarah looked up at me, still spread open, chest rising and falling fast, eyes dark.

I hadn’t come.

But it had been close enough that my legs were shaking.

I stayed like that, cock resting against the wet heat of her pussy, and tried to remember how to breathe.

Sarah leaned forward while I was still trying to catch my breath. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, warm and sure, and she started stroking me in slow pulls. The condom was slick from her and from how much I’d already leaked. Every upstroke made my cock twitch hard in her hand.

She watched my face the whole time.

"I’m married," she said quietly, almost like she was reminding herself. "I have a husband upstairs right now with his friends. And I’m down here with my hand on your cock." Her grip tightened a little. "I should feel disgusting. I don’t. I feel... I don’t know..."

The words hit harder than they should have. My dick jerked in her fist. Another thick pulse of precum spilled into the tip of the condom. She felt it and gave a small, almost private smile, then kept stroking, slower, firmer, twisting her wrist just enough on the upstroke to make my thighs tense.

"Hubert hasn’t touched me like this in months," she went on, voice low. "Hasn’t looked at me like he actually wanted me. And the first time you... um... you licked me I came harder than I have in years. What does that say about me?"

I didn’t have an answer. My throat felt tight. She kept working me with that same unhurried rhythm until the control I’d barely clawed back started slipping again. I reached down, caught her wrist, and stopped her.

Then I guided myself back to her entrance and pushed in.

The heat swallowed me in one long, smooth stroke. Sarah’s head tipped back against the mattress with a soft, broken sound. I braced my hands on either side of her and started moving, deeper this time, steadier, but still careful. The earlier edge was still there, sitting right under the surface. Every time her walls fluttered around me I had to grit my teeth and breathe through it.

She hooked her legs higher around my waist. The new angle let me sink in until there was nowhere left to go. I stayed there for a second, fully buried, feeling her pulse around the condom, then pulled back and thrust in again. The wet sound of it filled the small bedroom. Her breasts shifted with every movement. I dropped my head and kissed the side of her neck, then lower, dragging my mouth across her collarbone while my hips kept that measured pace.

"You feel bigger when you’re trying not to come," she whispered against my ear.

A rough laugh left me. "Not helping."

"I know." Her fingers slid into my hair. "I can feel how hard you are. How close you still are. It’s... a lot."

I fucked her a little deeper in answer. She gasped and tightened around me. The squeeze nearly ended things right there. I froze, forehead pressed to her shoulder, breathing hard through my nose until the urge backed off enough to move again. When I did, the strokes were shorter, more deliberate. I was chasing the feeling without letting it tip over the edge, or trying to.

Seconds, minutes... fuck, I was losing track of time. Sweat gathered at the small of my back. Sarah’s hands moved restlessly over my shoulders and down my arms. Every soft moan she made went straight to my cock. The condom was so slick with her that the slide in and out felt almost too good. I kept having to stop completely, buried to the hilt, and wait for the sharp peak of pleasure to dull before I could risk another thrust.

"You’re shaking," she murmured.

"Yeah."

"Don’t hold back on my account." Her voice was quieter now, almost gentle. "I already came once. This is for you."

The permission broke something open. I pushed up onto my hands and started thrusting properly, still not rough, but harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin louder in the quiet room. Sarah’s eyes stayed on mine. Her mouth fell open on every downward stroke. The coil at the base of my spine wound tighter and tighter until there was no more room to hold it.

"Fuck... Sarah..."

"You’re going to cum, aren’t you? I can feel it twitch." She moaned. "Cum, Chance. Cum inside me..."

I buried myself as deep as I could and came.

The first pulse was so strong my vision blurred. Rope after rope emptied into the condom while her pussy kept fluttering around me, milking every spurt. I groaned through it, hips jerking helplessly, cock throbbing so hard it almost hurt. It felt endless, thick, heavy pulses that kept coming long after I thought I should have been finished. By the time the last weak aftershocks faded I was trembling.

I pulled out carefully. The condom was stretched and heavy, the tip sagging with how much I’d filled it. It nearly slipped off as I sat back on my heels. Sarah watched, eyes a little wide, then reached out and gently pinched the base so nothing spilled. She tied it off with practiced fingers and set it on the nightstand like it was something fragile.

"Wow," she said softly.