19. Ofelia #2
“No.” I’m so wet and swollen that I’m almost desperate for his clever mouth. “I know what happens if I lie down.” I back away as he advances on me, his eye grimly calculating, mouth slanted as he stares at my nipples pushing through my bikini top.
“And you don’t want that?” His eyes drop deliberately between my legs, and I inhale sharply.
But instead of obeying the knowing look he gives me, I drop my own eyes, back to his cock.
I reach behind and pull my bikini string loose, letting it drop to the deck, never moving my eyes from his throbbing shaft.
Then, raising my eyes, slowly, deliberately, I lick my lips.
Alexei’s eye narrows. His mouth curls at the edge. “And you think you’re going to last on your knees, with my cock in your mouth?”
“Ah.” The broken noise escapes me before I can halt it, and his eye darkens even further.
“Your track record isn’t great, angel.” His eyes rake my body until my breath becomes short. “As far as I remember, the last time you tried this, you came before I was even close.”
“That’s because you cheated.” I sidestep him as he advances, then turn, so he has his back to the railing. “This time, I’m not letting you touch these.” I cover my breasts with my hands, then bite my lip at the delicious pressure.
“Ha.” Alexei kicks his shorts away and leans back against the railing, gripping it with both hands.
His cock rears up against his hard torso, his scars gleaming white beneath his tan.
“I don’t think I’m going to need to touch them, angel, do you?
” He looks pointedly at my hands still resting on my breasts, my thumbs unconsciously stroking my nipples.
Fuck.
I drop my hands to my sides. I don’t dare take my bikini bottoms off. One look at the swollen, wet center of me and Alexei will have me on my back in seconds.
Oh, God.
I almost come at the thought.
I raise my eyes from his cock to find Alexei smiling darkly at me. “How’s it going in that head of yours, Ofelia?”
I take a step toward him, trying to breathe through the haze of desire. “Why don’t I show you?”
His smile disappears, and his dick leaps.
Ha. Two can play at that game.
Dropping a cushion to the deck, I fall to my knees and lick my lips, literally salivating at the swollen head in front of me.
Then, just before I sink onto his shaft, I pause and look up.
Alexei’s eye is dark, his biceps taut as he grips the railing. “Open your mouth.” His voice is no longer playful. It’s rough and hard, and it sends heat through me like fucking lightning.
As soon as my lips part, he slips between them with a groan.
Oh, fuck.
He stretches my mouth wide. My tongue flattens against the flared head, then curls around it.
Alexei’s hissed breath would make me smile, if my mouth wasn’t so full. Instead I move my tongue slowly, lifting my mouth off him then over him, toying with the head of his cock like it’s an ice cream, taking a dark satisfaction in the way his balls clench close to his body.
All these things I’ve learned this week. The small things that betray his arousal.
I want a thousand more nights like this, time to discover every small reflex in his body.
But I don’t have a thousand nights.
I have this one.
And I plan to make it count.
Sliding my hands up the back of his thighs, I roll my tongue around the head of his cock again, still teasing him. I’m pulsing heavy and hot between my legs, as if I’ve crawled inside him and can feel every movement of my tongue on his cock.
Alexei’s hand slips from the railing to the back of my neck, and I open my eyes to find him staring down at me, his mouth a hard line.
“Take it,” he rasps.
My hands close around the flat planes of his ass, and I sink my mouth down, hard.
“Fuck,” he growls, as he hits the back of my throat.
Tears spring into my eyes, but when he tries to pull away I hold his ass, pressing my face to him, holding him still until I’m breathing properly again.
He trembles slightly as my tongue swirls around him, and I feel a deep, rich satisfaction to have him like this, entirely at my mercy.
I move my head back, then sink down on him again. His hand tightens on my neck, not holding me there, just hanging on. This time, when I come up, I drag my tongue up the vein on the underside, and his breath hisses in this throat.
His hands come around my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks, pulling my mouth slightly away from him.
“Look at me.”
I raise my eyes to his, noticing the rigid set of his shoulders, the muscle flickering in his jaw.
He thrusts all the way in and I cry out, the sound garbled around him. I pull him closer, feeling the impossible swelling that tells me how close he’s getting.
Then abruptly, he withdraws, backing just out of my grasp.
I stare up at him, my mouth still open and wet, my entire body aching. “I want you like this,” I gasp. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
He shakes his head slowly, his eyes dropping between my legs. My knees are splayed wide, the string of my bikini playing deliciously against my swollen lips, and my nipples are pebbled so hard they’re pounding.
“Look at you,” he growls. “You’re going to come before I even fucking touch you.”
“Oh!” My head goes back, sensation rippling through me, and my hands start to flutter up my thighs.
“No.” His low-voiced command makes me gasp. “You don’t get to touch yourself.”
I bring my head back to find his face dark and set. His cock, still slick and impossibly swollen, throbs against his body. “There’s going to be a lot of times after this when all I can do is watch you touch yourself,” he says roughly. “Not tonight, Ofelia. Tonight you come when I tell you to come.”
“Ah.” I stare at him through slitted eyes. “If you keep talking like that,” I say, in a husky voice I barely recognize, “I’m going to come anyway.”
“You’re going to suck me again first.”
He points his dick back into my mouth, and I close on it with a hungry moan, but he won’t give me what I want, won’t thrust all the way in.
Instead he probes my mouth, but I can tell he’s holding back, edging himself.
I try to sink onto him again, but he controls my head, never allowing me to take him fully.
“You started this,” he says tautly. “Now you have to play the game, angel.”
I moan again, my tongue lashing his cock head, and his shaft leaps in my mouth.
“Fuck this.” He withdraws and lifts me without warning, hitching me onto the bed. Putting my legs over his shoulders, he drops his mouth onto me.
“Oh!” I’m completely unable to stifle my cry, and it cuts the silent ocean night like it’s on speaker.