Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) (6 page)

“Owl… please…”

“Oh baby, I’m going to give you what you need, I promise. I’m going to make it so good. But you have to do what I say first. Trust me, Kira. You trust me?”

Did I? I’d never trusted a man to do anything but lie and cheat. They’d all lied to me. They’d all cheated on me. They’d all left me.

Owl planted feather light kisses on my brow. “Trust me, Kira. I just want to please you. Three and a half minutes to go.”
 

I felt the orgasm building inside me. My pussy muscles continued to tremble and weep more fluid. The muscles were hungry. They suckled at the vibe, like the draws lips make when sucking on a lollipop.

I took a deep breath. It didn’t help. The sensation didn’t subside, it increased. But, I didn’t come.

“Good girl,” Owl kissed my chin. “Two minutes.”

The pressure was becoming unbearable. I clutched at him, unable to form words as I concentrated on not munching down on the juicy sucker inside of me to get to the bliss-filled center.

“Don’t come baby, hold it for me. Wait for me, Kira.”

Owl kissed around my eyelids, so gently. My body and head felt disconnected from each other as they both screamed for different things.

“You ready, baby?”

I was ready to give him anything he wanted. I felt him wrench the vibrator out of me. I was airborne and then on the bed. I felt him unbuckle his pants. And then he was inside me. He threw my legs over his shoulders and pumped into me hard and fast.

“Come for me, Kira.”

And I did. Just like that my body erupted. Owl held me tight. When my body stopped shaking I felt something crash into my mouth. Owl’s lips were on me, his tongue invading me.

He flipped me over and on to my belly. He was back inside of me before I could catch my breath. He pumped rhythmically, his dick the new gong making my bell ring.

“Come for me, Kira.”

Barely finished with the first orgasmic clenching, my body obeyed for a second time. These contractions weren’t as strong, but they still knocked the wind out of me. When they stopped Owl pulled out. He turned me back over and onto my back. He spread my thighs and put his face in my pussy.

I tried to close my legs. “Owl, I can’t. I’m too sensitive.”

“Yes, you can.”

He coaxed my thighs back open. I didn’t have the mental or physical power to stop him.

He licked at me once, just once. A long, slow, slurp. “Give it to me, Kira. Come for me.”

I felt like my body was a rag twisting the last bit of water from its cloth as a third orgasm tore through my center. When I regained consciousness, Owl’s head lay against my thigh. His eyes were on me, owl-wide. He wasn’t smiling.

“I need to go.” He got up, pulled off the used condom, and began putting his clothes back on.

My head was foggy, my body heavy, but I scrambled up after him. “Why?”

“Shhh, baby.” He paused in buttoning up his jeans. He leaned down and planted a kiss along my forehead, over my brow, on my eyelids. “I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

“Why don’t you stay tonight?”

He looked at my bed. “I don’t sleep well in strange beds.”

“Want me to come with you?” I know my voice sounded needy, but I couldn’t help it.

Owl knelt down until his face was on my level. “I don’t sleep well with someone else in my bed. I’ll be back tomorrow. In the meantime, I want you to use this in the morning.”

He handed me the vibrator and the controller.

“I want you to hold it in yourself for five minutes. When you do, I do not want you to come. You need to learn control over your releases because I plan to fuck you for longer than an hour the next time.”

I looked over at the clock. It was well beyond 2am. He’d gotten here shortly after one.

“Use it three times a day and don’t come. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He kissed me again, this time a light kiss on the lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

And then he was gone.

Chapter Seven

After Owl left the previous night, I was out like a light in twenty minutes. These orgasms were doing wonders for my sleep issues. I woke up in the morning with a throbbing clit that begged for attention. This morning, instead of reaching out for a man, I reached for the gift Owl left for me.

I set my timer with my phone and then I placed the vibrator inside me. There was tenderness in my pussy from where Owl had thrust in and pulled out three orgasms the night before. It was a good tenderness and my pussy lips clenched around the metal egg.

I turned up the dial and immediately dropped the control. I had to dig my nails into the mattress to stop myself from immediately coming. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, but my body stayed on that tight rope that hovered above the descent into orgasmic bliss.

Clutching at the mattress, breathing deep, neither worked. My body stayed balanced precariously on the tight rope. I didn’t fall off the rope into an orgasm, but neither did I gain a strong foothold on the rope. I hovered in that space right before the fall.

A beeping noise brought me back to my senses. It was the timer. I couldn’t believe it had already been five minutes. With shaky hands I gave a tug to the wire connecting the egg to the controls. It came out of me with a juicy pop.
 

I lay back on the bed grinning from ear to ear, anticipating revisiting the egg for lunch, and then again at dinner, and then having Owl inside me for dessert tonight. I left my room with a pep in my step and headed over to the biology lab for my tutoring session.

“Good morning, Shakira.”

“Hey sis.” My tutor Ellie was the whitest, white girl I’d met on the campus. But even her awkward quirkiness couldn’t distract me today.
 

Although I was in the School of Architecture studying Urban Planning, I still had a biology requirement. It was the only class I had a B in. Science was not my strong suite.
 

Evolution and Natural Selection were giving me a problem. That problem was with Darwin’s Theory of Super Fecundity. Darwin saw that organisms produced more offspring than is required to replace themselves. Based on this it would follow that population sizes would increase rapidly.

“And when that happens,” said Ellie, “we may need to share our resources more efficiently. Food, water, shelter, mates.”

“Mates? You think God intended us to share mates? You can’t be serious, sis.”

Ellie shrugged. “It works in the animal world.”

“Maybe for the males.”

“Actually for females too,” Ellie insisted. “There are many matriarchal societies in the insect world. Take bees for instance. One queen to mate all the male drones.”

“That’s what we’d call a whore in human society.”

Ellie shrugged again. “Most queens live very satisfied lives while her female workers never see any male attention. I doubt the queen would care what any of them thought about her.” Ellie looked off to the bee enclosure with a far off look in her eyes.

I went back to my notes.

The buzzing in my pocket made me jump in my seat. For a moment, I worried that I’d left the vibe inside me. But it was just my phone vibrating in my pocket. I looked down at the caller ID.
 

“I have to take this,” I said gathering my papers and shoving them haphazardly into my otherwise organized bag.

“It’s fine,” Ellie said. “We were done for the day anyway. Same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah, thanks Ellie.” I dashed out of the lab and hit Talk. “Hey.”

“Where are you?” Owl’s quiet voice was full of that commanding tone.

“I’m just leaving the biology lab.”

“You’re headed back to your room?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I was going to use the present you gave me.”

“You used it this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Did you come?”

“No.”

“Good girl. I want you to get to your room quickly. Take off all of your clothes and then shove the vibrator up that sweet pussy of yours.”

“You could at least say please, you know.”

“No, you’re the one that says please, Shakira. You’re the one that will be on her knees begging. Because you want it, don’t you baby? You needed it.”

“I…”

“Hurry home, Kira. There are things I want to do to you. Things that will take time.”

I picked up my pace.

“I want you dripping for me by tonight, Kira. I want you aching for me to fill up that pussy.”

I took off at a run. I was panting by the time I got to my door while Owl kept telling me the filthy things he would do to me.

I’d never begged a man. I’d never let one tell me what to do. I usually was the one with the balls in the relationship because I usually licked the guy’s testicles into submission. And then I’d hold his balls in a vice grip until, inevitably, they left me to go sniff up some other girl’s skirt.

Not today. I’d made a decision. I’d follow Owl in this aspect of my life, my sex life. He obviously knew what he was doing. He’d taken me to places I didn’t know existed inside the bedroom, in the back seat of a car. And he had yet to lead me astray.
 

I got into my room. I undressed, and I grabbed the vibe.

“Lay down,” he commanded. “Put the phone on speaker. I want to hear you put my present inside you.”

The stickiness of my dripping pussy and the buzzing of the vibe were the only sounds in the room. That and Owl’s groans of appreciation.

“Don’t close your legs,” he commanded.

I swear it was as though he could see me. He anticipated my every move, my every desire, before I was even aware I wanted it. I needed the friction of pressing my thighs together, but I did as he said. I reached my heels to each corner at the bottom of the bed.

“You laying down, Kira?”

“Yes, Owl.”

“Good girl. Stretch your hands over your head and hold onto the headboard.”

I did as he said. I spread my legs wide on the bed and stretched my hands over my head. I felt completely exposed.

“Stay like that and do not come. Do you understand me, Kira?”

“Mmm hmm.” But I already felt the sensations building in me.

“I didn’t understand you, Shakira.”

Part of my brain wanted to rail against the bass in his voice, but the rest of me craved it. “Yes, Owl. Yes, I understand.”

“That’s my girl.”

God, that’s what I wanted. To be his girl.

“You remember the first time I had my tongue on you?” he asked. “You acted like it didn’t affect you. Maybe it didn’t. But now if I swirled my tongue over your clit it would jump for me wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, yes.” My clit jumped at the memory of his velvet tongue against me. It wept at the sound of his voice suggesting a repeat visit.

“If I licked open your pussy lips I’d find them plump and soaking wet, wouldn’t I, Kira? I could lick my tongue up the sides and you’d get juicer and juicer, wouldn’t you baby?”

“Oh god, yes.” I felt the juices spilling out of me, running down the crack of my ass.

“Then I could put my tongue right inside you and taste all that sweet juice as it came down.”

“Owl, stop. Please. I’m gonna come.”

“Did I say you could come?”

“Please, Owl. Please.”

“Not yet, baby.”

“I can’t stop. I can’t stop.”

“Shakira.”

His voice resonated through me, stronger than the impending contractions. My entire world came to a stop.

“Turn off the vibe, Kira.”

“No, please don’t ask me to do that. I need it.” I was whining like a child about to have their new toy taken away.

“Take it out.”

I had no intention of doing as he asked, but somehow I uncurled my fingers from the headboard. I reached down between my spread thighs and gave the cord connecting the vibe a yank. I was so wet it slid easily out of my pussy.

“Is it out?”

“Yes.” I hoped he heard the pissy pout in my voice.

“Did you come?”

“No.”

“Good girl.”

And then he hung up the phone.

I was so sensitized, so achy, so needy. I started to cry.

What the fuck? What had I gotten myself into?

Fuck this. I reached my hand between my legs and rubbed. I was so swollen and wet. But the more I rubbed the drier I got.

I put the vibe back in and turned it on. It lay nestled in my needy pussy, ringing its bell at high speeds. But I still couldn’t come.

I lay there for ten minutes with it inside of me. I stayed there on the edge of oblivion with no way down. I needed Owl. I needed his voice or his presence to sail off this cliff that held me prisoner. I nearly reached out for my phone, but I didn’t. I pulled out the vibe and curled into a fetal position instead.

Chapter Eight

Ten minutes later there was a knock on my door. I didn’t move.

“Kira?”

My body responded to his voice. My nipples, which had been soft in the cool afternoon air, hardened. My clit, which had been quietly pulsing, pounded a harsh rhythm. But I refused to move.

“Kira, let me in.”

I dug my fingers into the mattress.

“I’ll make it better, baby, I promise.”

Slowly, I unfurled myself from the bed. I didn’t even bother to cover myself. I opened the door bare ass naked. Owl stood on the other side. He glanced down at my body, and then he opened his arms.

“Come here, baby.”

And like a traitor I went to him. He scooped me up and brought me inside, closing the door behind us. He lay down on the bed and brought me into his chest. He stroked my bare ass and my back, soothing me like a mother would an upset child. But I was a grown ass woman, and so I tried to hitch my leg over his thigh to get at his genitals. He brought my leg down and tucked my knees between his legs.

“Shh,” he tried to hush away my horniness, but my hormones were raging.

“Why won’t you let me come?”

“I will always make you come, baby. But you need to learn to get control of yourself first. You’re completely focused on orgasming. Sex is about more than just coming. I want to show you how much higher I can take you.”

“I don’t understand you.”

“I know, baby. But I need you to trust me.”

I sighed.

Owl rolled me underneath him. “One thing you need to know about me, Kira, is that I’m a man of my word. I say what I mean, and I do what I say.”