A/N: Kink - Breast fucking

CW: Breast fucking, oral sex, vibrators, mindfuck

Well, this has been sitting in a notebook since the end of September. Now brought to you by life throwing a wrench in my plans so I had to adjust and am posting this instead of the thing-still-unwritten.

Griffin smirked at the sound of the elevator doors opening into the penthouse. She smacked her lips together to spread the burgundy over them evenly and dropped her lipstick back into her purse.

Valtor's hurried steps over the polished floor carried far into the penthouse. His arms wrapped around her middle to engulf her in his warmth. She shivered as he swept her hair over her shoulder and out of his way, his hot breath tickling the exposed skin. Her heart was thumping in her pulse point to lure his lips closer but they moved up to her ear instead.

"Imagine how frustrated I was this morning when coming out of the bathroom, I was met with the sound of you leaving in the elevator. And this," one arm held her tightly to his chest while he reached for his suit jacket and presented her with his pocket square, fingers straying from hers in petty revenge.

"Well, if you wouldn't take so long-"

His hand squeezed her breast roughly, jolting her to leave her gasping, lips forming a shape very similar to that of the lipstick print she'd left on his pocket square.

Valtor pressed his cheek into hers, his lips ghosting over her skin as he spoke, "Did you want to get your mouth fucked?" He fondled her other breast just to make the hitch in her breath repeat. His free hand slid over her hip and between her legs to cup her inner thigh through the fabric of her dress. "Hm?" Valtor hummed when her head lulled back on his shoulder.

Griffin swallowed, bracing her weight on his chest at the poke of his hardening erection against her ass. "Is that what you thought about all day at work?"

She hadn't left him much of a choice, the shape of her open mouth sealed right there on his pocket square in her burgundy lipstick. It hadn't been a romantic memento so much as an underhanded provocation.

There was no time to mourn the hand leaving her breast. Valtor jerked her thigh towards his body spinning her partially to expose her ass to a firm smack.

"I didn't catch that."

Griffin bit into her lower lip. He meant business.

"Yes," she heaved, fingers grasping at his pants to crease the pressed fabric. "Please, fuck my mouth."

She ground her ass into his cock as vigorously as his hand between her legs pinning her in place allowed her. She'd woken up to his morning erection flush against her stomach to make her mouth water way before breakfast. She'd had half a mind to slide down his slackened body sprawled on the bed and take him between her lips but she'd opted to let him have the fifteen minutes of sleep he'd had left.

"If you don't convince me, I might decide to fuck something else." Valtor's fingers wrapped her throat possessively in dissonance with his words while he rubbed her clit through the soft fabric of her dress and underwear.

Her wetness would drip to the destruction of both in a matter of minutes. She'd be coming no matter what he fucked but gagging on his arousal pushed all the way to the back of her throat had been on her mind since the morning. A part of her would be left wanting if he didn't deliver.

"You don't want to fuck my mouth?" Griffin wiggled in his grip to find firmer contact and make room for herself to squeeze his cock through his trousers. She got his hips bucking into her palm to mirror what her own were doing under his teasing touch. "I'll believe that when-"

The oxygen dashed out of her lungs to cut off her voice when Valtor released her. In the silence of his doing his breath blowing over her skin was loud and harsh like a waterfall. His teeth clicked around the zipper of her dress and he pulled it down to make the straps fall off her shoulders and down her arms. The silk barely needed any help from him or her to drop off her hips and pool on the floor in her feet. Show-off.

Valtor stepped in front of her and offered her a hand to lead her out of the heap of emerald fabric on the tiles. He walked her back until she was standing behind it before he let go, eyes burning into her with the force of his desire.

"Get down then."

He didn't have to tell her. She was lowering herself to the floor in tact with his voice caressing her.

She reached back to unclasp her bra once her knees settled in the flimsy green silk separating them from the hard, chilly floor but not doing much to protect them. Valtor was paying her back for the day's teasing. He hadn't heard from her all day as she'd left him stewing.

"Leave it," he pulled her hands away from her bra and placed them over the bulge in his trousers. "Undo this."

His palm slid to the back of her neck to hold her where he could slip his cock between her lips once she freed it and keep her from using her teeth on his zipper just to disobey and challenge him into face-fucking her.

His belt buckle clinked under her fingers, the sound quickly followed by the button of his pants popping free and the zipper sliding down like she was stringing together a melody. She tugged fiercely on his trousers to drop them around his ankles along with his boxers.

Valtor chuckled, finger pressing into her lips before she could lick half the lipstick off. "Such eagerness. I wonder which one of us has been plagued by more torturous visions today?" He tilted his head to the side, "What do you say?"

"Let me help us both out."

Griffin opened her mouth and he let her wrap her tongue around the his fingertip before he was pulling her on his cock.

His hand in her hair held her to his pace. "Go slowly, lips closed around it. I want us to feel every inch."

He wasn't after the caress of her mouth or tongue. He was getting her lipstick over the full length of his cock. Petty, vengeful bastard.

Griffin flicked her tongue–at least tried to with his erection filing her mouth–over every inch she could reach, eyes rolling in the back of her head. He wasn't giving her anything she hadn't asked for as his cock slid all the way in, her lips pressed into the base of it.

Valtor pulled her up at the sound of her gagging and the first sign of tears welling in her eyes. Her chest heaved, a string of drool landing atop her breasts.

"I'm assuming you're just as wet as you got my cock." Valtor held her chin, eyes locked on her as she struggled through the flush creeping up her neck.

She couldn't control her arousal but what she could control, he wouldn't let her. He'd get her slobbering over his cock until she was covered in her own desperation and physically couldn't deny it. If her throbbing pussy and the starting ache in her knees and jaw wasn't enough. It was her heart that never ached with him, no matter how much–and how mercilessly–he toyed with her body and her pride.

"More," Griffin rasped, voice strained with desire.

He wouldn't let her move until he was good and ready. Which should have been the moment he'd found his pocket square on the bed and at least twenty more times throughout the day.

"Good. Then whatever I do with you will be appreciated." His cock slid between her breasts under the bra holding them pressed together in a snug fit.

He groaned as he thrust, the sound resonating within her as the throbbing of her clit spread all the way into her heart. She could watch mesmerized as he took his pleasure from any part of her body but her tongue was writhing, restless in her mouth while the burgundy of her lipstick spread in mild echoes over the pale flesh of her breasts. He was marking her with his retaliation and it wasn't enough to imprint him on her being. He wasn't taking enough. She had so much to give.

She bowed her head, her mouth opening to greet his cock where it emerged between her breasts with every push of his hips. He wouldn't thrust more than just the tip past her lips but he entertained her, letting her lick and kiss at the inch she could reach.

"Isn't that worse?" he stroked over her cheek. A feather-light touch that tickled so badly she had to pull away and rub at the skin to soothe it. "Getting just enough of a taste to know what you're missing on?"

It was what she'd done to him and he'd gotten back at her with that one languid push of his cock deep into her throat. What he gave her now was less than she'd given him from her mouth at first when she hadn't been so eager to use it for his pleasure. It was cruel and perfectly planned to bring out the needy mindlessness that would have mortified her in anyone else's presence. Even in his if not for the persistent adoration waiting for her in his eyes any time she looked up at his form towering over her. And his erection was proof in and of itself.

"Valtor, please," she cried out, voice frantic when he pushed his cock only so far that the tip barely showed up between her breasts.

Her hands flew up to the top of his thighs where they halted under the tug of his fingers in her hair. The sound that came out was a hybrid between a moan and a sob.

"No. Your mouth has committed multiple offenses against me today. You don't get to take my cock in it until you've made up for your indiscretions." Valtor slipped his fingers in the cup of her bra where his playful strokes of her hardened nipple set the tone of his words.

Each touch made her wetter and more aware of the emptiness in her mouth and pussy. She was clenching on nothing. A perfect set-up for an orgasm that would only make her need more acute.

Valtor could read the pulsing of her clit in the swaying of her chest and the senseless murmur on her lips. His hand left her bra for his pocket–the one where she'd positioned the pocket square to make it fall out at the first touch of his suit jacket–before returning. His fingers pressed something cold and vibrating into her nipple to make her jerk away and force his cock out of where it was snuggled between her breasts.

Valtor let go of her hair and adjusted the strap of her bra unhurriedly to make it tight enough to hold the egg vibe in place. He patted her head as she took a deep breath, her whole body rocked in the rhythm of the vibrations. The dissonance between her want and the stimulation he gave her would squeeze tears out of her.

"When did you manage...?" The confusion was thick and stuffing her throat.

"What, you think I'm not always prepared to be the instrument of your undoing?"

He could be a super villain preying on her downfall and she'd still let him pull her to pieces with that husky voice stroking over her mind and spine.

"I have a spare as well." He showed her another egg vibe his fingers fished out of his pocket. "Well, not a spare if I'm using it."

He tightened the other strap of her bra before pushing the vibe against her nipple while she held herself an inch away from his cock. The temptation spilled into her mouth faster than the arousal was soaking her panties. Her hands trembled as she pushed his cock between her breasts, lips trailing over Valtor's abs in a sporadic map of affection.

His fist in her hair interrupted when he tugged her away to stop his muscles from muffling her moans. The piano didn't weave a melody so eagerly under his fingers and her own tracing over his cock for a twitch to cushion her craving.

"We don't need these here," Valtor caught her hands, her hair falling like a whip on her back to force her closer into him.

"Why not?" Griffin whined, power play and teasing erased from her mind by the striking absence of his need pushing all the way into her.

"Because I want to watch you and your cleavage is distracting enough even when I haven't slipped my cock in it." His tongue wouldn't have felt better on her own or with her pussy clenching on it in an earth-shattering orgasm. His words dripped like honey sticking the pieces of her mind back together. "Get your hands in your panties and start rubbing for me. Let's see what you want more."

Her thighs were already quivering from his mindfuck as she slipped her unsteady hands in her underwear, fingers brushing her fluttering clit. Too bad he had specified that she wasn't to push a fingertip inside herself. She had enough trembling as the egg vibes buzzed against her nipples and the sensation reverberated throughout the rest of her – all the way to her toes curling in her pumps as her knees tingled against the hard floor. She wouldn't last much longer.

"If you come, I'll have no reason to get hard again." As if their mutual restraint was anything short of prize-worthy. "But if you make me come first, I'll need your mouth's assistance in order to fuck you properly."

Griffin cursed under her breath. She'd hold herself on the edge of orgasm if she had to. He wouldn't have confessed his weakness for her cleavage if that wasn't what he wanted from her.

Her mouth was back on his cock, thrusting all the way between her breasts.