Trapped Between Two Alphas
CHAPTER 73

(Annabel POV)

My brain was still trying to think my way out of what the rest of me desperately wanted to do, whenI 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 deepkiss, pressing against me as if we were long lost lovers with an insatiable hunger that knew nobounds.

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

For a moment, there was no sound. Then, "Beautiful," he whispered. His fingertips were exploringthe newly bared skin. The light tickling touch was torture. I was biting my lip to keep myself frombegging for what I wanted and needed. His fingers drifted lower. I was trying to figure out how tobite my lip and gasp at the same time. Try it. Can't be done. Then the feathery touch was gone, assuddenly 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 aroundmy thigh to hold it in place. Satisfied, he repeated the position on my other side. I found that I washolding myself, thoroughly exposed, on the kitchen bar counter. One voice in my head wasdemanding "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 mybreath and squeezed my eyes shut.

After what seemed like forever, I felt the first soft touch. Oh, God, it was his tongue and it wasfollowing my slit, trailing all the way from front to back. When it started back up towards my clit, Iheld on for dear life. It paused and dipped into my pussy. The feeling was incredible, but what Ireally wanted was that miraculous tongue back on my clit. Still, I swore there would be no morespankings 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. Icould feel my juices beginning to run and he lapped at them as he passed my pussy. He continueddown through my ass crack, trailing moisture from my pussy and his tongue. I struggled to containa groan, and tried to send an ESP message his way. "Clit, clit, clit," I screamed at him in my head. Hewasn't listening.

"He's waiting for you to screw up,” my annoying, nagging voice claimed. "He wants to punish you.""Not happening," I argued back. "I've got this.” I clutched my thighs tighter. As his tongue trackedupward again, he dipped into my pussy, then pushed deeper. His lips formed a seal and he sucked,drawing my juices into his mouth. The combined sensation of the sucking and deep probing of histongue felt like it was going to tear me apart. I trembled with the effort to remain quiet. Perhaps Ipassed some test, because a moment later, his tongue circled my clit several times then settled on itin earnest.

I don't know exactly what he was doing with his tongue, but the sensation was beyond intense,generating friction and a rocking motion at the same time. Within seconds, I was exploding. Iclamped my teeth, but couldn't keep a strangled moan from escaping, even as my back arched likesome bizarre yoga position. Like before, he grabbed my hips and bore down on my clit, extendingthe orgasm impossibly, almost unbearably long.

When I came back down to earth — seemed like a week later — I realized how very uncomfortable itwas to lay on a kitchen counter. Somehow, I hadn't noticed before. He was gently unwinding myfingers from about my legs and easing me back onto my feet. As soon as I was there, his armswrapped around my waist and pulled me tight. It was a good thing, because between the orgasmand the peculiar position, I was pretty wobbly. His fingers laced through my hair and he tuggedgently, tipping my head so he could plant a deep kiss. It seemed like that had been his way ofrewarding me when I had obeyed the other night, and I dared hope that I wasn't to be punished formoving and moaning as I came. He hadn't, after all, specifically told me to “hush’ or “be still. Thistime, I'm sure the voice in my head was snickering, but I didn't care. I was feeling victorious.

When he finally broke off the kiss, his hands found my shoulders and pushed gently but insistentlydown. I fell to my knees in front of him, then began straightening the hem of my dress nervously. “Idon't, I can't.” I slapped a hand over my mouth. Another rule broken. Speaking without beingasked a question. I didn't dare look up at him as the silence dragged out.

"Speak," he finally commanded.

I sucked in a deep breath. "I can't do deep throat. My throat is too small.”

"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 organthat had given me so much pleasure a few days ago. "I can do this,” I told myself sternly. Like hiscock was alive, it practically jumped into my hands as I freed it. Okay, I thought, he likes to give itout slow and torturous, let's see if he likes receiving it that way. With just the tip of my tongue, Ireached out and teased the slit. Painstakingly, slowly, I circled ever closer to the ridge where all thenerve endings lay waiting for my attention. I spent a generous amount of time and attention on theridge 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 tohow I was doing. Turning my attention back to the cock in front of me, I ran my tongue down theunderside first with the tip, then the flat. When I reached his balls, I teased with the tip of mytongue, then sucked them gently into my mouth, one at a time. I flicked at them with my tongue asI sucked. Did I hear his breath catch? I glanced up briefly, but he was only watching the same asbefore. I worked my way back up to the head of his cock sucking on the underside like a candycane. When I reached the tip, I was rewarded with a generous drop of precum. I licked it onto the tipof my tongue and made a show of spreading it over my lips, then lapping it back up. Still noreaction. Shit. Hard case.

I pulled the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked, my tongue furiously working theunderside. Slowly, I slid lower, my hands working what I couldn't fit in my mouth. I felt his fingersweave 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 andhad basically stopped all motion. His fingers tangled deeper in my hair but pulled away from myhead. I got a grip on myself. He wasn't going to try to face fuck me. I went back to work withrenewed enthusiasm, determined to please him. When my jaw would begin to ache, I pulled backand concentrated on the head of his cock for a moment before once again plunging as far downthe shaft as I could. He didn't seem to be reacting to my efforts at all until suddenly he leaned overme and braced himself on the edge of the counter. I felt his cock swell and his balls tighten, then hiscome was shooting against the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, but swallowed each stream ashe 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 evenseem to mind the taste of himself in my mouth.