Trapped Between Two Alphas novel Chapter 278

(Annabel POV)

My brain was still trying to think my way out of what the rest of me desperately wanted to do, when I found myself in the kitchen. Kaden had shed his jacket and was putting a bag of food in the fridge.

"Don't want it to go bad while we're getting ready," he explained.

"But, dinner..." He was bending me back against the kitchen bar, silencing my protest with a deep kiss, pressing against me as if we were long lost lovers with an insatiable hunger that knew no bounds.

I don't remember getting there, but suddenly I was on my back on the counter. My head was at the edge of one side. On the other side, my knees were draped over his shoulders, my dress pushed back, and I heard the unmistakable rip of my panties.

For a moment, there was no sound. Then, "Beautiful," he whispered. His fingertips were exploring the newly bared skin. The light tickling touch was torture. I was biting my lip to keep myself from begging for what I wanted and needed. His fingers drifted lower. I was trying to figure out how to bite my lip and gasp at the same time. Try it. Can't be done. Then the feathery touch was gone, as suddenly as it started, and I was left wondering if I was relieved or wanted still more torture.

His hands were guiding one of my knees towards my chest and he wrapped my own hand around my thigh to hold it in place. Satisfied, he repeated the position on my other side. I found that I was holding myself, thoroughly exposed, on the kitchen bar counter. One voice in my head was demanding "Can you see yourself? Can you see what you look like!" But another voice, much louder, was shouting, "Please, please, please! Touch me, right now, everywhere." I bit my lip again, held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut.

After what seemed like forever, I felt the first soft touch. Oh, God, it was his tongue and it was following my slit, trailing all the way from front to back. When it started back up towards my clit, I held on for dear life. It paused and dipped into my pussy. The feeling was incredible, but what I really wanted was that miraculous tongue back on my clit. Still, I swore there would be no more spankings for me. I kept my mouth shut and waited, letting him draw out the torture. "So obedient," that damn voice whispered. I ignored it.

After a moment, he continued upward, circling my clit, then back down as if memorizing the route. I could feel my juices beginning to run and he lapped at them as he passed my pussy. He continued down through my ass crack, trailing moisture from my pussy and his tongue. I struggled to contain a groan, and tried to send an ESP message his way. "Clit, clit, clit," I screamed at him in my head. He wasn't listening.

"You can try your best, or better maintain your good sucking skills, else, you will be punished."

I swallowed hard, but instantly went to work on his belt and pants, eager to see the wondrous organ that had given me so much pleasure a few days ago. "I can do this," I told myself sternly. Like his cock was alive, it practically jumped into my hands as I freed it. Okay, I thought, he likes to give it out slow and torturous, let's see if he likes receiving it that way. With just the tip of my tongue, I reached out and teased the slit. Painstakingly, slowly, I circled ever closer to the ridge where all the nerve endings lay waiting for my attention. I spent a generous amount of time and attention on the ridge of his helmet, circling with the tip of my tongue and then the flat.

I dared look up at him. He was watching me with that intense, dark look, giving me no clue as to how I was doing. Turning my attention back to the cock in front of me, I ran my tongue down the underside first with the tip, then the flat. When I reached his balls, I teased with the tip of my tongue, then sucked them gently into my mouth, one at a time. I flicked at them with my tongue as I sucked. Did I hear his breath catch? I glanced up briefly, but he was only watching the same as before. I worked my way back up to the head of his cock sucking on the underside like a candy cane. When I reached the tip, I was rewarded with a generous drop of precum. I licked it onto the tip of my tongue and made a show of spreading it over my lips, then lapping it back up. Still no reaction. Shit. Hard case.

I pulled the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked, my tongue furiously working the underside. Slowly, I slid lower, my hands working what I couldn't fit in my mouth. I felt his fingers weave into my hair and had a momentary panic. Guys liked to do that when they meant to 'teach' you how to deep throat. I forced myself not to pull back, though I knew I was breathing fast and had basically stopped all motion. His fingers tangled deeper in my hair but pulled away from my head. I got a grip on myself. He wasn't going to try to face fuck me. I went back to work with renewed enthusiasm, determined to please him. When my jaw would begin to ache, I pulled back and concentrated on the head of his cock for a moment before once again plunging as far down the shaft as I could. He didn't seem to be reacting to my efforts at all until suddenly he leaned over me and braced himself on the edge of the counter. I felt his cock swell and his balls tighten, then his come was shooting against the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, but swallowed each stream as he shot it until he pulled free. I stayed very still on my knees. I could hear him catching his breath, still leaning against the counter. After a moment, he straightened and pulled me to my feet, devouring me with a passionate, long kiss. I took that as approval of a job well done. He didn't even seem to mind the taste of himself in my mouth.