28. Elijah #2
I swallowed. I liked the forcefulness in his tone. Is that weird? I’d always had this assumption that I would hate that type of alpha male. Dominant stuff just wasn’t my style because of my past, but hearing it coming from him, I thought I might have an orgasm just from him telling me what to do.
“Okay,” I said hesitantly. My fingers messily reached for his button, and I realized his jeans weren’t normal jeans. I looked down. “Why are there only buttons? Where did you get these? There’s no zipper.” I looked up at him, holding the top of his pants.
He hesitated. “When you shared what happened, you said that the sound of a zipper sometimes triggers you since that’s the last sound you heard from behind you.
” He paused, slowly running his hands down my arms. “I never wanted to be the reason you got triggered. I didn’t know if anything was going to happen between us, but just in case it did, I prepared.
I bought ten pairs of these jeans with just buttons that same day. ”
I choked out a laugh through my grateful tears. “Ten? That’s ridiculous.”
He nodded with a smile. “No, it’s not.” He bent his neck to kiss me. “I would do anything for you, Brielle. Anything.”
I was overcome with emotion. I started undoing each one of the four buttons. As I pulled them down, his boxers fell with them as his cock jutted out, grazing my stomach. He grunted the moment his skin touched mine.
I looked down at his protruding cock, then back up at him. He caressed the side of my face. My eyes fluttered closed at his warm, tender caress. My eyes opened again the moment he started talking.
“If this is too much, we’ll stop. Okay?” I nodded. “Tap my leg, and I will stop,” he reiterated.
“Yes, sir,” I said playfully. I pushed him down into a sitting position.
“Are we doing this right here?” He asked as he pointed to the floor.
“I was going to?” I said it as more of a question. He reached over and grabbed a pillow. He cracked a smile and put it on the floor. I looked down at it.
“Gotta protect those pretty little knees of yours, in case you like it,” he smirked.
I put my hand on my hip. “Is that so? What if it sucks? What if you never want me to do it again?”
He pulled me toward him, bending to take my right nipple into his mouth and sucking. “Oh God,” I moaned.
He moved to the other nipple and spoke against it. “Baby, you will be amazing at it, just like you are at everything else.” He sucked on the left one before lightly pushing me down to my knees.
I was nervously staring at his dick, wondering why the hell I ever said I wanted to do this, but I really fucking wanted to. He lifted my chin to get my attention. “You were made for me.”
“You have to tell me what to do,” I said nervously. “I mean, I have watched, ya know.”
“Porn,” he stated flatly.
My cheeks heated. “Yeah. Porn. I have watched a few different videos over the last few months.”
A big grin spread across his face. “Did you study for me, baby?”
“Shut up,” I joked. I put my hands on the tops of his thighs.
“Do you want me to guide you with my hand or keep my hands off?”
“Let's see what feels right, I guess.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “You won't be able to fit the whole thing in your mouth, and you may gag a little bit. Put your hand here.” He placed my hand at his base and started stroking himself with my hand. And then—”
He stopped talking when I took him into my mouth and hummed.
“Fuck, baby.”
I started moving my hand fast like I had the last time, moving my mouth up and down him as his piercing hit the back of my throat.
I gagged, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle.
After a few pumps, he grabbed my hand and showed me a different motion to use.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he smirked.
“Yes, baby, just like that. Fuck. You did not need to be told what to do.”
I smiled around his cock. Taking him in even deeper this time. I pulled off of him with a pop and continued stroking him. He leaned down and kissed my lips. “I think I want you to guide me. I like it when you tell me what to do, and I think I like it when you’re a little forceful.”
He nodded. “Tap my leg if it gets to be too much. Okay?”
“Okay.” I swirled my tongue around the head before pulling him back into my mouth. His fingers laced into the hair at the back of my head, and he hesitantly pushed me down further onto him.
“Mhm. Such a good girl for me. You are sucking my dick so good, baby.”
My clit was throbbing at the sound of those words. I moved my free hand down to touch myself while the other continued stroking him.
“Is my good girl touching herself?” I smiled around him. Sucking harder as my own climax began to build again.
My mouth popped off him when I was jolted up onto the bed and pulled into a kiss. “I need you up here so I can touch you while you suck me.” I grinned. It was a little awkward getting into the correct position.
As my mouth found him again, two of his fingers entered me, and his thumb circled my clit. I moaned.
The feeling of his piercing was weird. I expected it to feel like it was in the way, but it just gave me another thing to play with. It hit my teeth a few times, but once I got into a rhythm, I figured it out.
“Baby,” he breathed heavily. “I’m going to cum. You gotta stop if you don’t want this in your mouth.”
I got a bit more nervous but kept going. “Baby, I’m serious. I’m—”
He let go a moment later. As his cock twitched in my mouth, I swallowed every drop. A moment later, another release came crashing over me as well. My pussy clenched around his fingers.
Breathlessly, I sprawled out next to him, curling into him and pulling the blanket over us.
“You were amazing, baby,” he whispered.
I covered my smile and tried my best to hide my juvenile giggle.
He side-eyed me. “Ya know, laughing after something like this could give a guy a complex.”
I put my hand on his bare chest. “I am not laughing at you.”
He fully turned toward me, pulling my leg up over his hip but putting part of the blanket between us. “Do tell then,” he said.
“Well, we haven’t even tried to make dinner yet. I basically said hello, and then we mauled each other.”
He pulled the blanket up and stared at my body, looking me up and down. “Girl, have you seen yourself?” I blushed. “I will take this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Who needs real food when their girlfriend looks like you?”
“I like food,” I joked.
“So do I, but I like you more. You are all mine.”
Another thrill coiled in my stomach. “I’m yours,” I stated.
He pulled me into him. “And I'm yours.”
After a few minutes of cuddling, he stood, putting out his hand to help me up. “Let's go shower and get cleaned up, and then we can make some what you call ‘real food’,” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. “And then we can talk about dessert.”
I grabbed his hand. “I didn’t buy anything for dessert.”
He turned me toward his bathroom and leaned down, kissing the top of my ear before whispering, “Baby, you are dessert.”