CH 84: Regina (R-18)
The door swung open before Lex's knuckles finished their first knock. Regina stood in the gap wearing nothing but a strip of red lace that did more pointing than covering, and she was already moving, hands fisting his collar, hauling him inside. The door slammed behind him.
"You took your time." Her mouth found his before he could answer, tongue and teeth and a small furious sound in her throat like she'd been holding it all night. She had his shirt half unbuttoned by the time he got a hand in her hair and pulled her off him.
"Regina."
"Don't you dare start with conversation." She shoved him until his calves hit the edge of her bed and he sat down hard. "I've been lying here since dinner wet for you, thinking about your cock, and I am done thinking."
She dropped to her knees between his thighs, not slow, not coy, a woman who'd rehearsed this and was tired of waiting. His belt came open in two tugs. She looked up at him, all teeth. "You're going to use my throat like you mean it, then bend me over and fuck me till I can't walk straight. Understood?"
"Understood," he said, because there wasn't a version of that he'd say no to. Her mouth closed over him and she took him to the root on the first swallow, no warm-up, nose pressed to his stomach. *Gock. Gock. Gock.* The vibration of her moan went straight through him. He fisted both hands in her blonde hair and she pushed herself deeper, throat working around him, eyes bright and watering. *Slurp, slurp, slurp.* When he pulled her off, she was grinning, slick on her lips.
"Harder," she said. "I can take it. I want it."
She got her answer in the way he let her work.
Regina set to it like she'd studied for an exam, every trick from every filthy page she'd ever read, stacked in a hurry. Deep and slow, then fast and shallow, tongue flat, then pointed, a fist twisted at the base the way some website had promised would drive men wild. *Gock, gock, slurp, slurp.* He let her have the whole routine. For all her swagger she moved like someone who'd read about this a thousand times and was doing it for the first, brilliant, frantic, unpracticed. Her throat took him to the root and held there, eyes streaming, until she had to pull off gasping, spit running down her chin.
"Fuck," she breathed, and went back down like she was angry about it. Lex watched her from above, one hand loose in her hair, not guiding, holding. She was magnificent and she was desperate, and neither was going to make him come. Every inch of her mouth was vivid against him, every slick slide of her fist, and he simply chose not to finish. Her frustration leaked out in small sounds against his skin.
"Cum for me," she demanded against him. Nothing in him moved toward it.
She broke off, panting. "Why won't you—"
"Keep going." Her eyes narrowed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and crawled up his body, red lace gone crooked, breasts pressed together around his cock. The titjob was softer than the blowjob, clumsy, earnest, her hands mashing him between the warm weight of her while she searched his face through the round lenses of her glasses like she could bully an answer out of him. He let her work until doubt flickered behind the determination.
"Your turn," he said. He had her flipped before she could argue, a hand on her hip, a twist, and she was down on the mattress, then dragged backward until his mouth found her from behind. Sixty-nine, her thighs closing around his head and then falling open, and suddenly she was the one gasping, her mouth at his cock and forgetting to move.
He knew what she liked before she did. His tongue dragged flat through her wet pussy and the telekinesis slipped inside her at the same moment, a fine, precise pressure, finding the places no tongue reached, curling against the soft deep wall of her. Her whole body jolted. She cried out around him, hips grinding down, and he gave her more, slow circles on that spot while his tongue worked her clit, her slick running down his chin. *Slurp, slurp, slurp.* "Lex—" Her voice cracked. "Oh god, Lex, I'm—"
He didn't stop. He brought her up slow, held her at the edge the way he'd been holding himself, and let go all at once, tongue and teeth and that phantom touch stroking her from the inside, and she came apart with a sound that tore out of her throat, thighs shaking, one fist buried in his hair hard enough to hurt, her mouth open against his cock and doing nothing at all.
He rolled her off him onto the mattress. She lay there, glasses askew, chest heaving, slick smeared across her chin and thighs, staring at the ceiling like she'd been struck by lightning. "That," she managed, "was not the plan."
"Plans change." She turned her head toward him, dazed, wrecked, and already hungry again.
She dragged him down onto the bed with her, glasses still crooked, mouth still red, and climbed over him before her back hit the mattress, knees on either side of his hips, one hand between them, fingers wrapped around his cock like she'd been practicing that grip in her head for weeks. "I ride you," she said, breathless. "I decide how deep—"
He rolled her. One motion, unhurried, and the mattress was under her back and he was over her, her legs pushed up and apart, the head of his cock pressing into slick folds that had been dripping since dinner. Her eyes went wide behind the lenses. "Lex—" He pushed.
The first inch went in and Regina's body locked. She'd read about this a thousand times, the stretch, the burn, the fullness, and the books had not prepared her for being opened by something that thick, that hot, that alive. A sound came out of her she'd never made before, a high, shaking whine. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck—"
He pushed deeper. Somewhere past the halfway point her toes curled and her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in, because he was inside her, nothing had ever been inside her, and he was reaching places nothing had ever reached, filling her until she felt him in her throat. "Too much?" His voice was even.
"No." She shook her head, legs locking around his waist. "Don't you dare stop." He pulled out slow, let her feel every inch of the drag, the rough friction of his cock against walls that had only ever known her own fingers, then drove back in sharp, and the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh cracked through the room. *Phat. Phat. Phat.* Regina cried out, head thrown back, glasses sliding down her nose.
"God—" He set a rhythm. Not fast, not gentle, deliberate, each thrust grinding against the place his tongue had found, until her eyes rolled and her mouth made sounds she couldn't control. *Phat, phat, phat.* His hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack, and she arched into it with a sob. His mouth found hers and he kissed her through them, swallowing her moans, then his lips dragged down her jaw to her throat, tongue hot against her neck while his hips never stopped. *Phat, phat, phat.*
His hands came up and cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, and she arched into him with a sob. He lowered his head and closed his mouth over one nipple, sucking hard, and the weight of him inside her and the pull at her chest had her coming before she understood what was happening, a scream torn out of her as her body clenched around his cock.
He didn't slow. He fucked her through it, and through the next one, and the one after that, her body growing more sensitive with every release until she was a broken, keening mess beneath him, every thrust dragging another moan out of her. *Phat, phat, phat.* "Please," she sobbed. "Please, please—"
"Tell me what you want."
"Your cock." Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. "In my ass. Please, I want it in my ass, I've wanted it so bad—" He pulled out and she whimpered at the loss, then his hands were on her hips, turning her, lifting her, and she had just enough time to push her face into the pillow before he drove into her in one full thrust.
The stretch was white-hot, overwhelming, tighter than anything she'd imagined, impossibly tight, and she screamed, a raw tearing sound, and came instantly, squirting across his thighs and the sheets, moaning his name in a voice she didn't recognize. "Lex— Lex— oh god, Lex—"
He fucked her through it, deep and slow, letting her feel every inch of his cock in her ass while she soaked the bed, her voice gone to mindless moans, face buried in the pillow. *Phat, phat, phat.* His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes roll back, and she came again with a choked cry. He let himself crest and buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside her, filling her, a low groan his only sound.She went limp beneath him, breathing in small, wrecked gasps.
But Lex still had some tricks up his sleeve. The moment Regina was fully awake, completely clean and the moment she realized it she turned around and smiled like a pervert…
"Ohh yes…. Let's never stop," Regina said as she immediately put his cock back in her pussy.
"Mmmhhmmm…. Yesss, fuck," Regina moaned.
Lex accepted it, he let her ride on him, he sat as he watched her jump up and down on his cock, his own hips moving in sync too. *Phat, phat, phat.* Her breasts bounced with each movement, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Once she was done, he picked her up, put her against the wall, his favorite position, he always liked it as he fucked the girls against the wall, it gave a special angle that was too good. He fucked Regina as his lips traveled down from her neck. *Phat, phat, phat.*
"Mmhhh ah.. ahh ahh ahh.. ammm ahh.." Regina moaned, her voice getting higher with each thrust.
Regina came once again, her body trembling against the wall.
"In the ass… I want it in the ass again…," she added, breathless.
"Didn't know you were such an ass person," Lex said as he bent her down on the side table and placed his dick on her asshole, sliding in with a single motion.
"Ysss yesss… spank me, spank me daddy, fuckkk mee… ruin my ass…," Regina moaned like crazy.
Lex indeed did, he slapped her ass until it turned red, he grabbed her throat and used it to push her on his cock. *Phat, phat, phat.* The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room as Regina's moans grew louder.
About an hour of more sex, Regina once again collapsed from pleasure, her body covered in sweat and cum.
"After so many threesomes and foursomes… one just doesn't do it huh…" he said as he scratched his body before getting out of the room, still nude, his cock out and covered in Regina's fluids, intending to go to Donna's room.
Just then however, he saw Jean walk out of her room, he didn't know why she had gotten out of her room this late but he didn't need to, because she saw him, her eyes going down to his cock and she immediately ran back inside.
While Lex got over seeing Jean like this, Jean on the other hand... was using her hand.
The moment she had come back to her room, she had tried to sleep, but the image was burned into her retinas. Lex, striding down the hallway, utterly nude, his cock... god, his cock. It wasn't just hard, it was magnificent, thick and long and glistening with Regina's fluids, a testament to a night of raw, primal fucking. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the image away, but it only burned brighter. She didn't even know when trying to sleep led to her hand slipping into her panties, her fingers already tracing the slick heat of her folds.
Her legs began to shiver, a tremor starting deep in her thighs as she pictured it again. That thickness. Her own fingers felt inadequate, pathetic compared to what she'd just witnessed. She imagined many things, her mind a frantic slideshow of depravity. Lex and Regina together, Regina's blonde hair fanned out as Lex took her from behind. Lex and Kara, the powerful Kryptonian on her knees, looking up at him with worship in her eyes. Lex and Jubilee... her new friend. The thought should have felt wrong, a betrayal, but instead, a fresh wave of arousal flooded her.
She imagined Jubilee's bright, bubbly personality completely undone by Lex, her mouth stretched wide around him, those yellow jacket jackets of hers discarded on the floor. She pictured Lex's strong hands on Jubilee's petite frame, his cock disappearing into her. *Oh god, oh god...* Jean's fingers worked faster, circling her clit, slipping inside her wetness. The moment she imagined Lex with Jubilee, her new friend, Jean couldn't hold back. A choked gasp escaped her lips, her back arching off the bed as she came, her pussy clamping down on her fingers in a desperate, empty clench. It was a sharp, intense orgasm, but it left her feeling hollow, aching for something more.
But it wasn't enough. The ache was worse now, a deep, gnawing hunger. She pulled her fingers from her panties, slick with her own need, and the scent of her arousal filled the room. It was nothing like the raw, masculine scent she imagined coming off Lex. She rolled onto her stomach, pressing her face into the pillow, grinding her hips against the mattress. She needed to be filled. Needed to be stretched. Needed to be fucked.
Her mind raced, supplying filthier images. Lex, not just with Jubilee, but with Jubilee and another girl, maybe Kitty, their bodies tangled together as he moved between them. Lex, pinning her to this very bed, his hand wrapping around her throat just like she'd seen him do to Regina, choking her until her eyes rolled back. The thought made her pussy clench again, another, smaller orgasm rippling through her.
She was insatiable. Her hand went back to her panties, fingers plunging inside, but it was a poor substitute. She was so wet now, her juices soaking through the fabric. *Fuck, fuck, fuck...* She could hear the phantom sounds from Donna’s room which was just next to hers, the *phat phat phat* of flesh hitting flesh, the desperate moans. She imagined Lex's voice, low and commanding, calling her a good girl, a dirty slut, his little telepathic cocksleeve.
Her powers flickered at the edges of her consciousness, uncontrolled. A lamp across the room rattled. A picture frame fell to the floor with a soft thud. She was losing control, her arousal bleeding into her abilities. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating. What if Lex knew? What if he could feel her desperate, needy thoughts from down the hall? He had a lot of powers, even telekinesis like her…
She came again, harder this time, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her body convulsed. But even as the waves of pleasure subsided, the hunger remained, a gnawing emptiness in the pit of her stomach.
Of course she didn't know it was just the beginning.
The Essence of Ultimate Chad was simply too strong for her to resist. She wouldn't be able to sleep. Not tonight. Maybe not ever again, until she felt him inside her.