Chapter 203: Chapter 203 - Relief (R)
Malcolm’s hands stayed firm on her hips, flexing as he fought to keep control. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at her, his eyes are dark and intense but his expression tightly controlled.
"You need to rest," he said quietly.
Iyisha rolled her hips again, pressing her wetness against the hard length straining in his pants. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips as she chased the friction.
"Just a little more," she whispered breathlessly, her fingers threading into his hair to pull him back down. "Please, Malcolm... just a bit more."
He hesitated, jaw tight, clearly battling himself. But she didn’t wait for permission.
Her hands moved up, sliding under her shirt. She cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging them with restless, needy strokes.
Her palms rubbed over her sensitive nipples, already tight and aching, sending sparks straight down to her dripping core.
She was so wet it was embarrassing, her panties soaked, her thighs slick, her whole body burning like she was in heat.
"Touch me..." she pleaded softly, even as her hands continued working her breasts, pinching and soothing in turns. "Or just watch me... I’m so wet right now. It hurts."
Malcolm’s breath hitched. His fingers flexed harder on her hips, holding her in place so she couldn’t grind too aggressively, but he didn’t pull her hands away.
His gaze dropped to where she was touching herself, dark and focused.
"Iyisha..." His voice was lower now. "You’re not steady."
She cut him off with another roll of her hips and a needy whine, squeezing her breasts together as she arched her back, offering them up while still massaging them desperately. Her skin felt fever-hot, every brush of her own fingers only made the ache worse, sharper, wetter, more consuming.
"Please," she breathed against his mouth before kissing him again, slow and deep and hungry. "Just a little more. I need it... I’m burning up."
He kissed her back, slow and controlled at first, but she could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back even as his hands stayed locked on her hips, refusing to move higher.
Every time she moaned into his mouth and kneaded her breasts harder, his grip tightened, like he was anchoring himself to keep from giving in completely.
She was soaked, throbbing, her body moving restlessly against him while her hands never stopped massaging and teasing her breasts, chasing relief that only made the fire rage hotter.
And Malcolm... he was still holding himself back.
Malcolm’s breath came out ragged as he watched Iyisha massage her own breasts, her hands squeezing and rolling her nipples with desperate, restless need.
"Iyisha..." he said again, lower this time. "They are right outside."
She paused. Damn it. She doesn’t fucking care but Malcolm apparently does.
"I’ll be silent," she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips against his. "I promise. Just... please."
She kissed him first this time, slow and deep, her tongue teasing his bottom lip before slipping inside.
Malcolm let out a low breath against her mouth, but he kissed her back..
When they broke apart for air, he didn’t say anything.
He just moved.
He dipped his head, pushing her hands aside just enough to reach her chest, lifting her bra as he went.
His mouth found one breast, tongue moving around her nipple before he pulled it between his lips.
Iyisha gasped sharply, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound while her other hand fisted in his hair, holding him there.
Her breast felt so sensitive.
He worked her steadily, tongue flicking, teeth grazing lightly, then sucking harder until her back arched and her thighs trembled.
She bit down on her palm, whimpering behind it as the sensation shot straight through her.
Unable to stay still, Iyisha used her free hand to pull her shirt and bra up, fully exposing herself. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he moved to the other side, licking and nipping with teeth and tongue.
The wet sounds of his mouth on her skin filled the small space.
Malcolm stood suddenly, lifting her effortlessly in his arms.
Iyisha wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her a step to the bed and laid her down. He stripped her pants and panties down in one rough motion.
He moved between her thighs, kissing down her stomach until his mouth hovered just above her.
But before he could go lower, Iyisha reached down, threading her fingers through his hair and gently tugging him back up.
"I need you to fuck me now," she whispered urgently, voice trembling with raw need. "Please, Malcolm... right now."
Malcolm’s eyes darkened with barely restrained hunger.
He pulled back just enough to strip off the rest of his clothes. The soft moonlight filtering through the window painted his body in silver and shadow, highlighting every hard line of muscle in his body.
He stayed buried deep inside her, steady, grounded.
"Don’t make a sound," he said quietly.
She nodded, her breath uneven.
Then he began to move.
Slow, shallow thrusts, controlled, barely pulling out before sliding back in, keeping the rhythm quiet.
Iyisha whimpered under her palm, the sound shaky as she tried to hold it in, each movement dragging against her in a way that made her clench around him without meaning to.
His hand slid up to wrap lightly around her throat, not squeezing, just holding, while his other hand moved to hers, pulling her fingers away from her mouth.
Before she could react, he slipped two fingers past her lips, pressing down on her tongue to keep her quiet as he kept moving inside her with that same slow, controlled rhythm.
The bed creaked suddenly beneath them.
They both froze, eyes wide, breath caught.
Malcolm’s gaze flicked toward the door.
Without a word, he pulled out of her.
The sudden emptiness made her flinch, her hand reaching for his instinctively, fingers tightening around his wrist as if to stop him.
He let out a quiet breath, almost a chuckle, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly at her reaction.
He stood, lifting her easily.
"Hold tight," he said.
Iyisha nodded, clinging to him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms locking around his neck as he carried her away from the bed into the small clear space.
She ended up facing the door.
Just a few steps away.
Their friends were out there.
The thought flickered, quick and uneasy, but her body didn’t follow it.
He adjusted his grip under her thighs, spreading his stance for balance.
Then, in one smooth motion, he lifted her higher and she dropped down onto him, taking him back inside her.
The contact pulled a sharp sound from her before she could stop it.
He steadied her immediately.
This time they stayed standing, his body holding her weight without strain.
He kept the thrusts shallow, controlled, only part of him moving in and out, but it was enough. Each slow stroke dragged against her in just the right way, building pressure without sound.
Iyisha’s head fell back, her body going slack in his hold like a ragdoll, a broken sound slipping from her throat before she caught it.
Malcolm leaned in at once, kissing her to swallow it, his mouth firm against hers as he kept the same steady rhythm.
Her eyes started to roll back, lashes fluttering as the feeling built too fast, too strong.
The stretch.
The angle.
The way he filled her.
It pushed everything higher.
She broke from the kiss with a gasp, burying her face against his shoulder, one hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sounds as her body tightened around him.
He felt it.
Her grip.
The way she started to shake.
He didn’t change pace.
Didn’t rush it.
Just kept moving the same way, controlled, steady, holding her there as it built.
When it hit, her whole body seized, her legs tightening hard around his waist, her breath breaking against her hand.
He held her through it.
Stayed with it.
Her body pulsed around him, tightening again and again, her legs trembling as she tried to stay quiet.
A moment later, he exhaled low against her neck, his grip tightening once as he finished, contained, controlled even then.
He stayed inside her.
Held her up.
Let her come down from it.
They stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies still close, her weight resting fully in his arms.
"...Stay with me," he said quietly.
A cough from somewhere in the apartment made them both still.
Iyisha flinched in his arms.
Malcolm reacted first.
He pulled out of her immediately.
The sudden emptiness made her stiffen, heat rushing up her face as what they’d done caught up to her all at once. She avoided looking down, but she felt it, the evidence of it slipping, hitting the floor between them.
She froze.
Malcolm didn’t.
He carried her back to the bed and laid her down carefully, steady as ever.
He reached for the basin and towel on the bedside table and cleaned her up without a word, movements efficient, controlled, like everything else he did.
Iyisha’s body relaxed under his hands despite herself.
She yawned.
Her eyes found his.
He was still hard.
"Another round?" she asked, her voice soft, almost teasing, though her eyes were already heavy.
She yawned again, the tiredness catching up to her fast.
"Go to sleep," Malcolm said.
She smiled faintly.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I feel... better. At ease now."
"You nearly—"
He stopped.
A breath left him, quiet. His hand moved to her arm, fingers tightening for a second.
"I’m just glad you came back."
Iyisha blinked.
She heard it then. Something in his voice she hadn’t heard before.
Relief.
He pulled his hand back and reached for his clothes.
"Sleep," he said.
Iyisha watched him for a moment, unsure what to say.
Then she let it go.
Her body finally settled as she drifted off.
