19. Sofia
19
SOFIA
H ave I dreamt about this? Yes. Yes, I have.
Did I ever think it would happen? Not in a million years. Not even with the subtle looks I’ve caught when reviewing the footage. Trevino isn’t as obvious as Orion or Brax. But the slow morphing of his behavior tonight says my instincts were right.
And just as I imagined, his cock is the perfect shape to suck deep into my throat.
When I peek at him, the pleasure and desire on his face make me so wet. Heat floods me. God, I want to make this man lose all control. It’s a feat I’m more than willing to work for.
After a few languid thrusts, I pull back to suck hard, teasing the bundle of nerves under his head with my tongue and teeth. Not a lot of teeth, but enough to make his hips jerk ever so slightly.
His ragged breaths have me pulling back more to stroke him with my hand.
I lay my tongue flat against the underside of him, telling him without words that I want him to use me. I can see it in him, the way he wants to control and dominate. I want that, too. I’ve only ever had a taste, but the power he has over me in so many ways makes this all the sweeter.
“What are you asking me for with those big, innocent eyes, Sofia?”
My mouth closes around the tip of him with a slow, sucking kiss that makes him blow air through his clenched teeth.
Then, his hand is in my hair again, yanking me back and forcing me to look him in the eye. “Tell me.”
I have to take a second to catch my breath. My nipples are hard and aching against my bodice, my core swollen against my soaked panties. “I want you to fuck my face.”
The low growl emanating from him only makes me quiver with unspoken promises.
His thumb strokes my cheek before his hold on me is more solid, more controlling. “If you want me to stop, tap my thigh or hip. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Do it to confirm.”
I tap the sliver of skin exposed across his hip. Three small taps.
“Good girl. Now open up.”
My mouth barely parts before he’s shoving himself back inside. “Look at me. Don’t break eye contact.”
I hum in response around his invading cock. And fuck, he thrusts into me with long, hard strokes. It takes a minute for me to properly relax, and he pushes deeper, holding me at an angle that makes it so much easier.
I want to grab at him to anchor myself, but I don’t want him to misconstrue my touch as asking him to stop.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I watch the rough, stern features screw up with pleasure, with the effort to take without hurting me. God, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Because he knows what he’s doing.
When he seems to rail against his own restraints, I can’t help but squirm.
“Are you going to take my cum?” Oh, fuck, his voice is commanding.
I suck in a breath and hum again.
Trevino finds a new pace, a new angle that’s not so deep but still hits the back of my throat. The sound it creates makes me press my thighs together. I’ve always loved the noises that come with good sex.
And his little grunts as I watch the pleasure unravel him above me have me moaning around him.
When his cock starts to pulse against my tongue, he pulls out enough not to choke me with it, and it’s easy to swallow down.
The only sound is our heavy breathing as his grip on me slowly loosens. And I’m surprised by the renewed desire in his Mediterranean eyes.
“On your feet.”
My entire body shivers at the command, and he has to help me up, bracing my body with his.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
His cheek brushes mine as he leans in. “It’s my turn.”
I can’t keep in the needy noise that causes, and I clutch at his shoulders with the weakness my desire causes.
“First, I need you to do something for me, Sofia.”
My nod comes fast and clumsy.
“I need you to ask me for it.”
“Please—”
“No. I want you to say, ‘Cedric, I want you to eat my pretty pussy until I come.’ Can you do that?” His hand remains firm at my back, his mouth teasing my earlobe. “Say that for me.”
I struggle with my breath. “Please eat my pussy until I come.”
His grip tightens. “No, Sofia. Not until you repeat what I instructed you to say back to me.”
My entire body is shaking as I try again. “Cedric, I want you to eat my pretty pussy until I come.”
He murmurs against my neck. “Good girl. I’m going to reward you for that.”
And he turns me, guiding me up a sleek set of stairs and into a room that looks much more lived in than the first floor. But I don’t have the time to look around. Cedric’s mouth is on mine as he guides me back into his bed.
“How are you with restraints?”
I stiffen, and he retreats enough for me to properly look at him.
“It’s not a trick question, Sofia.”
“I’ve never…”
His stroke of my cheek is gentle, supportive. “Are you willing to try them?”
I bite my lip and consider it. The way Cedric acts has me trusting him. “If I tell you to stop?—”
“I’ll stop. Immediately. No questions asked.”
After another breath, I nod. “Okay.”
His smile, although small, is like a lash to my heart. God, I want nothing more than to make him happy. Cedric plants another kiss on me, slow and sensual, and then he’s on his feet, pulling bindings out from a drawer and returning with some silk ropes in his hand.
“We’ll start slow,” he promises, having me feel them before he loops them carefully around my wrists. The hold is tight but doesn’t hurt. “Yank against them, let me know if they pinch or hurt anywhere.”
I do as he says, and it’s just restriction. God, I feel like I’m completely at his mercy, and a new wave of heat hits me between my thighs.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” My voice is so much more breath than sound. Who knew this would be so damn hot?
“Good. I’m going to attach you to my headboard now.”
When I nod, he pulls my arms over my head and latches me to a hidden hook in the dark wood of his headboard. Once I’m in place, Cedric’s hands smooth over me, down my arms, around my breasts, over my belly.
He looks like a starving man staring at a feast.
Then, my skirt is bunching in his grip as he hikes the fabric up over my hips, and his palm comes down to stroke me over my panties.
“I can feel how badly you want this.” His touch teases, and I can already tell that he’s going to torment me like this.
He rubs the tip of his finger along my center in sweeping circles until my hips rise with every small stroke. Whimpering finally spurs him on, and I’m thankful for the way he hooks my panties in his grip and inches them down my thighs.
Strong hands slowly spread my knees, and I can feel his breath against my arousal. Another whimper escapes me, but his mouth simply spreads kisses along my inner thighs and hips.
It’s too long before his hot tongue sinks between my folds in an invasive lick. Not nearly invasive enough, but he plants a sucking kiss over my clit. It wrenches a soft cry from me, popping my head up to watch Cedric smother my core with his mouth.
My thesis advisor is eating out my pussy. Those tanned hands of his are dark against my pale skin.
His Mediterranean eyes flash up to meet my gaze, and he looks like a damn predator.
God, and he eats me so slowly, staring into me like he knows he’s going to push me off the edge of the world.
But he doesn’t.
Cedric builds and builds and builds me up, and I’m aching when he pulls away and blows a soft, cold stream of air over my slick folds. It stalls me, and I huff a breath, dropping my head back to his mattress.
After half a minute, he lowers his mouth back over me. The climb takes half the time, but he pauses again, massaging the insides of my thighs and just looking at my pussy.
And again I’m close when he stops.
Now, I’m not afraid to whimper, to beg without saying the words, lifting myself toward him as he retreats. I’m a shaking mess, quivering with need. From being denied.
The fourth time, I break down. “Please, Cedric. Please.”
He murmurs against my hip. “Please what?”
Exasperated, I let out a soft cry. “Please let me come.”
“I’m not stopping you, Sofia.”
I scoff and wriggle. Relief can’t be found this way. “Please make me come, Cedric.”
“Ah. That would be more apt. Don’t worry, Sofia, I do plan to make you come. Harder than you ever imagined you could.” But he lingers for another handful of seconds before his mouth finds that slide and rhythm that have me soaring so quickly.
I’m teetering, on the edge, and I pray he won’t pull back this time.
Blissfully, he doesn’t, and my orgasm is powerful, tearing through me and wrenching my muscles as I twist under him.
Yet, his mouth is stuck to my core, sucking my clit as his fingers sink into me. God, the pleasure is almost painful, but it builds again, so, so quickly, and my eyes pop open in disbelief as I come again.
The wailing moan escaping me sounds like that of a wounded animal.
Cedric persists, hands gripping me tightly as I sob.
“I can’t. I can’t.”
“You can.” He’s so damn determined.
Everything’s too much. My hands squeeze into fists, bracing me against the binds around my hands, pulling me taut under the pressure of his restraints, and I’m on the brink of falling completely apart when he rips his mouth from me.
I watch blearily as he unleashes his hard cock again, hand under one knee to keep me spread as he rubs himself over my swollen sex.
“I can give you another with my mouth and fingers, or I can fuck you. Tell me which you’d prefer. Now. Before the decision is made for you.”
Like that’s even a question. “Fuck me.”
The tap, tap, tap of his cock against my clit makes me whine.
Then, fuck, his cock is pushing into me, and as wet and warmed up as I am, the burning pressure of him stretching me open has my head flying up to watch. I can just make out the sight of him disappearing inside me.
This is the most erotic experience of my life, both of us still mostly clothed as he pumps himself in demanding thrusts.
I clamp down around him, breathless as I’m shuttled back into pleasure overload. I’m coming. Hard. It’s too much.
“No more. No more.”
His cock is relentless, slamming into me at a fast, hard pace.
“Cedric. Please.”
He slows but doesn’t stop. “You remember what to do to make me stop?”
I nod, and he smiles. Another small one, but it cuts through me in a way I can’t quite put into words.
Hands sliding up my hips and waist, he carefully rolls my dress up over my breasts, then my shoulders, and lets it gather around my elbows. His gaze is like a touch, tracing my hardening nipples and my hourglass shape.
Both of my breasts fit in his hands as he kneads me softly, hips moving at a steady, slow beat. Cedric pinches my nipples, tugging and teasing until he finds what I like.
It floods me with wet heat again, and his hips pick up pace in response.
Once he has me whimpering with need again, he releases my poor, abused nipples and holds my knees together, making me tighten around him.
I’m folded in a few positions before he’s hovering over me, one hand beneath my ass and the other lying over my tied wrists. He’s got me completely trapped, utterly at his mercy.
What ends me is the frenzy in his eyes, the intensity when he comes. Everything else about him is in control, but I can see the chaos in how he looks at me.
I don’t ever want to be looked at another way.