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  She grunted in surprise. Then grunted again as he pushed his hard cock into her body.

  Once again, he didn’t go as deep as he could have, but the angle was perfect, and she felt him connect with her g-spot in a way that made her shudder.

  He bent over at the waist until his chest was pressing into her back, bracing himself with one arm. He kissed the back of her neck, which was bare because her hair had fallen over her shoulders. “Were you expecting me to say something else?”

  She wasn’t sure what to make of his tone, and she just couldn’t think clearly enough to figure it out. Her first impression was that he was prompting her, coaxing her into revealing something. But she wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, and answering the question honestly would make her vulnerable to things she shouldn’t feel. Things she was convinced she didn’t really feel. So, instead of speaking her heart, she said, “Of course not. I know very well that competition brings out your most demanding attributes.” As she said the last words, she pushed her hips back against him, drawing his most obvious attribute a little bit deeper inside her.

  Owen straightened up and adjusted his legs to give himself more leverage as he began to thrust. He grabbed the flesh of her bottom with one hand, and in the other he still held the vibrator.

  Watching him over her shoulder, she saw his features contort as she squeezed her inner muscles around his erection. He was starting to sweat again, and that wild look had returned to his eyes.

  It was amazing really. That somehow he could be so clearly affected by a compelling need for her, but could still resist his release long enough to give her more than one orgasm. He wasn’t in control of this—but he hadn’t yet lost control.

  It was almost a paradox, and it was one she wished she could master.

  He thrust into her slowly from behind, and Amy moaned at the resulting friction. Then she heard a buzzing noise. Assumed he’d turned on the vibrator.

  Then she knew for sure. He’d wrapped his arm around her middle and was holding the vibrator to her clit, near where he was pumping slickly in and out of her.

  “God!” she cried out, as she felt the intense vibrations hit her where she was already sensitive. “Oh, God!”

  “Do you like that, love?” Owen asked breathlessly, clutching the side of her ass and stimulating her with the little device. His thrusts were short and choppy, but every drive hit her g-spot.

  “Yeah,” she gasped, her arms already beginning to shake as she tried to hold up her body. “Oh, yeah. Don’t stop!” She turned her head to look back at him again, saw that his face was tense with concentration and effort.

  His focused, determined expression made her even wilder—made her increasing abandon an irresistible contrast to his rigid control. She rocked her body back against his thrusting and whimpered, her helpless sounds mingling with the hum of the vibrator, the rocking of the bed, and the wet sound of him sliding inside her.

  He grunted in time to their rhythm. “Do you like it when I take you like this?”

  She had to straighten her neck and stare down at the pillow, no longer coordinated enough to look back at him. “Yeah,” she admitted, starting to pant from the effort. “Yeah. I like it.”

  Her arms were shaking so much they would no longer support her upper body, so she bent them at the elbow and lowered her shoulders, folding her arms beneath her chest. Her bottom was now the only part of her body still elevated, and she thrust it up toward him.

  Owen made a throaty sound and tightened the fingers of one hand bruisingly on her hip. “Yes, Amy, yes. Let go. Show me how much you like it when I fuck you from behind.” He didn't normally talk like that during sex, but for some reason it thrilled her, turned her on even more.

  She didn’t always like this position, but something about the raw nature of their fucking was pushing Amy completely out of control. She gasped frantically, sucking on the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. “Yeah. Fuck me,” she begged, lost in the middle of the dueling sensations, caught between the vibrations on her clit and his rapid thrusting inside her. Her raw words sounded strange to her own ears, and they made her feel kind of wild and dirty. But she liked the strangeness of it. A lot. So she panted, “Just. Like. That.”

  The sensations were rising so uncontrollably that Amy grew dizzy, felt like she was falling. She bit down hard on the pillow while tears leaked from her closed eyes.

  With a flick of his finger, Owen switched the vibrator to a higher setting, and Amy smothered a scream in the pillow as the intensity became overwhelming.

  “No,” he rasped. “Don’t hide it. Let go, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

  She wanted to show him. Wanted to let everything go and start falling. Wanted to trust that Owen would catch her. But the stubborn part of her spirit resisted the free fall, and she tried to force out a response. “E—,” she began hoarsely, fisting her hands in the bedding in an attempt to hold onto something. “Eg—” Gasp. “Ego—” Another gasp. “Egotis—” Three harsh gasps in a row. Finally, she managed to pronounce the whole word. “Egotistical…” She had been going to add a few creative insults, but she decided against it as a deep pressure started to build below her belly. So she concluded on an exhale, “Jerk.”

  He let out a rough burst of laughter. “True. But just this once…indulge me. Don’t try to control it. Let go for me.”

  She would have argued some more but was physically incapable of it. Mentally incapable of it. Didn’t even want to be capable of it. She’d never felt so hot and primitive in her life. Never had imagined she could feel this way.

  Turning her head so that her wet cheek was pressing down on the pillow, she cried out loudly, letting go of all restraint as she kept pressing her ass back into his pelvis, “God, Owen. Oh, God!”

  “Yeah,” Owen echoed in a raspy voice, almost clawing at her hip now. “Just like that, baby.”

  She cried out wordlessly as he pushed the vibrator against her even harder. Then again as she felt the massive swell of her orgasm approaching to swallow her whole.

  Drool was leaking from the side of her mouth, and her eyes and nose were running. She didn’t care. Didn’t care how she looked or sounded—only cared how she felt. How Owen was making her feel.

  “Yeah,” Owen coaxed in a hoarse whisper. “Yeah, come for me again. Come hard.”

  She was definitely going to come hard. So hard she started to panic. Suddenly the sensations were too much for her, as if there wouldn’t be anything left of her once they passed.

  Starting to shake uncontrollably, she choked out, “God, Owen, help. Help me!” She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do—only that she was drowning and he was her only lifeline.

  He slowed his thrusting in response to her plea and flipped the vibrator to the lower setting. He didn’t stop fucking her, but the sensations plateaued a little, and for the first time Amy could take a real breath.

  “Okay, love?” he asked, in a voice that managed to convey tenderness despite his obvious urgency.

  “Yeah,” she gasped, still rocking against him—just more slowly now. “Sorry. Freaked out.”

  He bent forward over her again so that his head was hovering at her shoulder. “Look at me,” he whispered gently.

  She found enough energy to turn her head, and he kissed her as soon as she did. His kiss was sweet and slow and needy and somehow soothing. Amy used her mouth to cling to his lips for as long as she could.

  When he finally drew back and started pumping into her more rapidly, he said, “Try to take full breaths.”

  She forced herself to steady her breathing, closing her eyes and trying not to whimper as she got closer and closer to the edge.

  “Good. You don’t have to control it. Not with me. Just let go.” His words were encouraging and soothing, but she could tell he had to struggle to keep the vibrator in position.

  She breathed in and jerked against him frantically. Breathed out and came hard, before she knew it was coming.

 
She didn’t scream this time, just released a long moan that was low, broken, and wild. Her body thrashed uncontrollably as the intense pleasure swept her up in a hot rush. Usually, at this point, Owen would freeze, cry out in release, and come with her.

  But he didn’t. He kept thrusting against her clenching muscles, kept pushing the vibrator against her with agonizing insistence. He did cry out—but it was from effort, not pleasure.

  Before she could collect her control, another orgasm rose directly on the heels of the first. The delicious spasms started anew. Pleasure that was only slightly less intense washed over her in another wave, and she bit her bottom lip so hard it hurt.

  Amy saw bright spots of light, whether she closed her eyes or left them open, and she was making pathetic whines and moans that sounded like she was enduring torture. She couldn’t keep her body still, couldn’t keep from writhing as the second peak passed, and she began to come down again.

  Owen had been practically roaring with his attempt to stop himself from coming but, as her muscle contractions eased up, he must have found enough control to murmur thickly, “That’s right, baby. Once more. Come for me once more.”

  It was perhaps the most erotic thing Amy had ever heard in her life.

  And combined with the merciless vibrations against her throbbing clit and his ceaseless drives against her g-spot, it pushed her over one more time.

  As the third orgasm slammed into her, her throat seemed to close up, and her mouth opened in a silent cry. He was leaning over her now, pushing her forward and down, and she thrashed helplessly beneath his weight and his strength.

  He roared out again as her inner muscles clenched hard around his cock. His fingers bit into her skin, and Amy thought for a moment that she might black out.

  She didn’t, but she couldn’t take any more of this torturous ecstasy, so she summoned just enough energy to swat the vibrator away. He dropped it on the bed and held her body tightly with both arms.

  She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Fell forward onto her stomach, and as she did Owen’s cock slid out of her.

  With an agonized groan, he rolled over and collapsed onto the bed beside her. When she managed to turn her head, she noticed that he was still erect, his cock bobbing slightly with his heavy breathing and dripping with her juices. His lower belly and thighs were moist as well.

  “Whoa!” she gasped, her voice cracking on the word. “That was some orgasm.”

  “What do you mean some orgasm?” Owen demanded weakly. His eyes were closed and his features both drained and tense. “That was three of them.”

  She tried to snort. “Nope,” she lied. “Just one.” She was starting to get seriously worried about the victory she’d been so sure of.

  “I know perfectly well when you come. That was three in a row.” His voice was rough and fatigued, and he opened one eye to glare at her unpleasantly.

  “Just one really long one. Three in a row like that is impossible.”

  He did a pretty good attempt at a sneer. “Just because you’ve never experienced something before doesn’t mean it’s impossible. I think we’ve just proven that it is possible.”

  Amy huffed, but her body was limp, pleased, and sated. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so physically satisfied in her life. “Number two,” she insisted, without much conviction.

  “You’re not convincing anyone. That was two, three, and four.”

  Amy sighed. That was what she’d been afraid of.

  Five

  They both lay panting on the bed, taking a couple of minutes to catch their breath and recover their senses, but soon Amy had sunk into a state of blissfully sated fatigue. She didn’t feel very sore yet—Owen, as promised, had been as careful as possible—and she was still throbbing pleasantly between her legs. Not from need or urgency now but with tingling little aftershocks.

  She stretched leisurely and released a contented sigh. Then glanced over at Owen and tried not to snicker.

  He didn’t look nearly as happy or tranquil as she was. His naked body was drenched in sweat. His features were tense—jaw clenched painfully and eyes tightly shut. And his still erect cock was resting against his belly. Not noticing her scrutiny, he moved his hand down to give a couple of rough squeezes to the base of his erection.

  Despite her urge to gloat, she had to admire his strength of will. Clearly this was a concrete case of mind over matter. He was obviously close to the bounds of his restraint, barely reining himself in but not yet willing to let go.

  She felt kind of sappy at how hard he was trying to hold back his release long enough to give her three more orgasms. He’d always been stubborn and strong—and had never yielded to defeat without a fight. She loved that about him.

  No. That was definitely the wrong word. Nothing in their relationship allowed her to love anything about him. She just liked that about him. A lot.

  Plus, this was a wager. No matter how mushy she felt—and no matter how much pleasure he had given her—she wasn’t about to let him win.

  Which meant she had to encourage him to let go.

  She also needed to remind herself that she was in control of her emotions, her decisions, her life—whether he was in it or not.

  She took another minute to work up enough energy and determine an appropriate strategy, but soon she felt both inspired and invigorated. She pulled herself up to her knees, scooted over until she was kneeling between his legs, and looked down at his gorgeous, supine body. Then reached out and took his cock gently in her hands.

  He opened his eyes and watched her carefully. Very slowly, she brushed her fingers along his hard length with the faintest of touches. Because she was studying his face, she saw him swallow hard in response.

  She started to change positions—leaning over to brace herself with her hands on the mattress so she could crawl up to straddle his pelvis—but in doing so her face moved down toward his groin. Before she could register that this might look suspicious, Owen was gripping her firmly by the shoulders, heaving her up. “Oh, no,” he warned. “Do not dare.”

  Giggling, she explained, “I wasn’t going down on you. I promise. I’ve decided I’d be stupid to work against you in this. After all, seven orgasms are seven orgasms, and I’d be a fool to complain. I was just trying to get into position.” It wasn't entirely the truth, but it was close enough to be convincing.

  Still watching her warily, he asked, “What position?” He was acting like, at any second, she might ruthlessly assault him with her mouth and bring an abrupt end to his ambitions. “No cheating.”

  She was pretty sure they’d never agreed that her giving him oral sex was a form of cheating in this game, but she didn’t argue with his demand. Knew he’d oppose anything that would so easily make him come. She had a strategy already worked out. She would have to go about this in a much more discreet way if she wanted it to work. She had to get them far enough along before Owen realized what was happening. Otherwise she might not be able to make him come before he wanted to.

  “I wanted to be on top this time.” She smiled at him innocently and scooted her body forward until she was hovering over his pelvis, her legs folded on either side of his hips.

  His face relaxed slightly. “In that case…” he murmured, moving his hands up to curve around her butt.

  He was making this way too easy for her. She almost felt guilty about her underhanded intentions.

  Almost. But this was a challenge, after all. This wasn’t cheating by any rules they’d ever agreed to. And all she’d be doing was giving Owen an incredible orgasm.

  And making sure she felt in control of the dangerous feelings lurking in the back of her mind.

  Why should he possibly object to that?

  She leaned over and lifted his cock so she could line it up at her entrance. Breathing out, she lowered herself over it, felt his hard flesh push inside her.

  Owen squeezed his eyes closed as her tight pussy sheathed him, and he released a breathless little so
und of tortured pleasure.

  She chuckled huskily and brought her hands forward so she could cup his face. “You all right, baby?” she inquired in her throatiest voice. She had never called him “baby” before, but she thought it might sound extra sexy.

  He opened his eyes, either at the question or the endearment. Because she had poised herself appropriately, he was greeted by the sight of her gently swaying breasts and soft fall of hair.

  Owen groaned and shifted his eyes away from her. “Fuck,” he muttered, “You’re killing me, love.” She could feel how tense he was in the muscles of his face, and then in his chest and belly as she ran her hands down over his body. “I hope you appreciate all the torture I'm going through for you.”

  Despite her plan to move into things gradually, her body tightened involuntarily around him at the outrageousness of this remark. He’d spoken as if he was doing this for her—when he’d already told her straight out that he wasn’t. No matter how much he happened to please her along the way, he’d made it very clear he was doing this to win.

  Which meant she didn’t have to feel guilty for doing anything she had to do to keep him from winning.

  He grunted harshly as her inner muscles clenched around him. “Watch it,” he said, his entire body jerking at the sudden pressure. “Or this will be over before it’s started.”

  “Before it’s started? I thought we started at 2:10.” Amy stroked playfully over the lower part of this damp stomach.

  He was clearly trying to make his mind work at its normal speed and acuteness, but his eyes were glazed over. “Right,” he mumbled, obviously unable to come up with a clever response. “I meant this time. You want to come again, don’t you? In case you hadn’t realized it, I’m rather close to losing it.”

  “Really?” Amy breathed, hiding a smile. She slid her hands up to fondle his nipples. “You’re doing so well. I’m sure you can hold out for three more orgasms.”

  She could tell he was getting suspicious—even desire this strong couldn’t turn off all of his mental faculties—so she didn’t give him time to think. Started rocking back and forth.