Chapter 21 Aurora #3
Until it explodes into another, making tears spring from the corners of my eyes.
‘Rafael,’ I choke, as wave after wave of pleasure hurtles through me.
Deep aftershocks ripple through my pussy, pulsating as it tries desperately to clench on to something that isn’t there.
‘Please,’ I whimper, knowing that two isn’t enough, that I won’t be sated until I’ve come on that big, glorious dick of his.
Movement on the bed makes my eyes flutter open.
Rafael’s moved to straddle my chest. His hand is working his engorged dick as precum leaks from the end of it, dripping on to my tits.
‘My perfect Beauty,’ he murmurs, his other hand curling around my breast and squeezing it. His thumb skates over my nipple, making me whimper with need all over again. ‘You’ve no idea how many times I’ve watched you. How many times this beautiful body of yours has starred in my fantasies.’
His gaze remains fixed on my breasts as he licks his lips, the evidence of my orgasm gleaming all over the lower half of his face.
‘You’re a goddamn work of art. A perfect distraction.
’ He sucks his lower lip past his teeth as the end of his cock swells and a fresh wave of precum oozes from the end, forming a non-stop, thick, shiny strand, all the way from his slit to my nipple.
He watches it land. ‘A thief,’ he muses, ‘stealing my thoughts. My attention. My goddamn sanity.’
I moan at how degrading the position is – him, all dark and brooding, straddling my chest, eyes fixed on where his cock is leaking all over me.
I love it.
My clit throbs, aching for him to fill me up. He’s going to move in a moment and fuck me. He has to. I need him to.
‘You owe me this,’ he says, his eyes rising to meet mine.
‘What—?’
He rises on to his knees and pushes his cock into my mouth.
It isn’t deep, but the shock makes me gag around him.
‘That’s it,’ he groans. ‘Good girl.’
He pulls out, and a string of saliva connects us for a second before it breaks.
His eyes fix on mine in challenge. ‘Now give it a little kiss.’
I hold his gaze as I lift my head, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. His chest goes rigid, and he sucks in a sharp hiss like he’s barely maintaining control.
‘Again,’ he grunts, his voice strained.
I repeat the move, my attention snagging on his chest, on the pale red scar running down the centre of it, mostly hidden by short, dark, silky strands.
‘Hold them together,’ he barks at me, making my attention snap back to his face.
I cup my breasts, pushing them together to form a channel.
The groan that leaves Rafael’s chest as he slides his cock through it, watching with rapt attention, has me clenching my thighs together with need.
‘That’s it,’ he husks, clasping the back of my head gently and lifting it so the tip of his cock slides past my lips on each forward thrust. ‘You were made for sucking my cock, Aurora. Look how well you take it.’
I gurgle around him as he fills my throat, holding himself still for a few seconds before he retreats with a grunt.
Sticking my tongue out, I wrap it around the underside of his crown until he moves close enough that I can suck him back into my mouth like I want to.
‘Jesus,’ he groans, his breath stuttering as he watches me. ‘You like that, don’t you?’
My response is to suck harder, loving the way he fights to keeps his eyes from closing in pleasure.
‘You need to stop,’ he urges. ‘Bloody hell, Aurora, you need to stop before you make me come.’
I suck harder.
Rafael has always thought he’s had the control when it comes to me and him.
It’s been so obvious, from his cutting, snide remarks, to his obvious disdain for me whenever he’s seen me.
Now I’m the one in control, bringing Rafael Fucking Fairfax to a trembling mess with my mouth. And it’s a welcome switch of power.
His eyes flash with warning, and he wraps his hand around my throat, fingers gently applying pressure to my windpipe as he thrusts deeper than before, then stills.
We stare at one another, a battle of silent wills as his cock fills my windpipe and he strokes my throat, feeling himself claiming that part of me as his own.
His eyes burn with a possessiveness as one side of his mouth curls up. ‘I’d happily lose every penny again if I knew it’d lead to this.’
I frown, no idea what he’s talking about as he pulls out, letting me breathe again.
He moves away and forces my thighs wider as he brings his thick, giant body between them. The head of his slicked-up cock brushes my clit, and I practically lurch off the bed with a needy sound that should be embarrassing. But I’m past the point of caring. I need him inside me. Now.
‘Don’t want any surprises,’ Rafael growls as he reaches to his trousers on the floor, then sits back on his heels and rolls a condom down on to his thick cock.
He leans over me, arms braced against the mattress.
‘Legs wide,’ he growls.
I do as he says, parting them around his torso. He doesn’t wait for me to finish before he thrusts in deep, like it’s his God-given right to be inside me.
The intrusion is a shock. One that sends curls of white-hot pleasure searing through me at an alarming rate. I ripple around him with a moan, stretched deliciously wide and full to take him.
‘Aurora,’ he tuts like he’s angry as I clench around him and moan again.
He stills inside me, dragging in a couple of deep breaths like he needs to control himself. Then he pulls back and sinks inside me again. My body sucks him back in greedily.
He’s so thick that it’s like I’m being stretched for the first time again.
‘More!’ I gasp. ‘I want more.’
‘Fuck,’ he grits. ‘Dirty girl, you like having my cock inside you, huh?’
He sets a punishing pace, his muscular arse driving his cock into me with a series of gravelly grunts and groans. He holds my eyes the entire time as he pounds me into the mattress with the stamina of a sexual athlete, barely breaking a sweat.
Meanwhile, droplets gather between my breasts and slick my brow as I fight to match his pace, arching my body towards his and lifting my hips to meet his as I sink my nails into his biceps and grip on to him.
He feels so good above me, covering my body with his, hips driving with incessant urgency like he can’t get deep enough, hard enough. It’s hot and desperate. Impatient.
It’s exactly what I need.
‘Rafael,’ I gasp as one thrust lands deliciously deep, teasing my G-spot.
‘Good girl, moan my name,’ he growls, spurred on as his thrusts drive deeper and faster.
Blinking, I search his eyes. We’ve been locked in a heated gaze since he first pushed inside me, his face hovering above me, his lips so close to mine, his heavy breathing matching my own.
It’s intimate. Too intimate.
But I can’t tear my eyes away. I don’t want to. And neither it seems, does he.
‘Aurora,’ he grits, his biceps straining underneath my touch. ‘It’s not . . .’ His jaw clenches. ‘It’s not enough.’
He pulls out sharply and the snap of rubber fills the air.
He flings the condom across the room like it’s personally insulted him.
‘What about surprises?’ I say as he looms back over me, the naked crown of his dick swiping through my wet skin.
He holds the base of it in one hand, his other bracing himself above me.
‘Have you been tested recently?’ he grinds out, looking at me from beneath his brows with a desperate hunger like his reserve is hanging on by a thread.
‘Yes. I’m fine, but—’
‘So am I,’ he says.
‘But—’
My argument dies on my tongue as he slides back inside me with a deep groan of euphoria that I feel all the way to my toes. Everything is so slick and warm and wet. Impossibly addictive.
‘You shouldn’t . . . you shouldn’t be inside me bare,’ I pant.
‘I disagree.’
He circles his hips, his hot, thick dick filling me and making me pulse around him. His balls nestle against my arse, and I let out a mewl of appreciation at how good it feels to be skin on skin.
‘You’re so wet. Admit it, Aurora. You want me to fuck you bare. You want it as much as I do.’
He pulls out and slides back in again, deep. His eyes glint with victory as a whimper escapes my lips and my pussy ripples around his length, gripping on tight like it’s trying to strangle him.
‘We shouldn’t,’ I protest weakly, at the same time my thighs widen of their own accord, allowing him to drive deeper.
He grits his teeth with a rough hiss. ‘Fuck, I’m leaking inside your perfect cunt right now. Dripping right inside it.’
His words are filthy and so wrong. Yet something about them has my nipples hardening and my clit screaming for more friction.
He pulls back and drives inside me again, catching a nipple inside his mouth as it bounces up my chest towards his mouth in invitation.
‘I’m not on birth control,’ I pant.
That stops him. His head snaps up from my breast and he stares at me.
‘You’re not on the pill?’
‘No.’
‘What about the injection? The coil? Anything?’ He grimaces.
I shake my head.
‘Where are you in your cycle?’
‘What?’ I gape at him.
‘Where are you in—’
‘My period’s due any day now.’
‘I see,’ he growls.
He retreats, and I exhale shakily as his dick slides out of me.
Then he thrusts it back in more violently than ever.
‘What are you doing?’ I cry.
Rafael’s eyes carry a determined gleam as he pulls out, then slams back inside me again.
‘You better make sure you come before I do if you’re worried.’ His lips press into an arrogant line as I stare at him in horror.
‘You’re a bloody insurance CEO,’ I gasp. ‘You’re risk averse!’
He drives inside me harder, his jaw clenching with the effort. ‘The chance of pregnancy at this point in your cycle is slim at best.’
‘Oh my God.’
I force myself to breathe. But it’s okay, it’s fine.
He’s not going to get the chance to finish inside me because I’m so close .
. . I’m practically there. The man might be a nightmare in a suit, but he’s a goddamn delight between your thighs.
Every inch of him feels like it was crafted specifically to bring me the most pleasure possible.
We just fit.
‘Rafael,’ I moan, tilting my head back as my orgasm slides into the edges of my consciousness, rapidly racing closer and closer.
‘Aurora,’ he counters. ‘Damn it, Beauty, come on it, you know you want to. Come. On. My. Cock.’
Each word is backed up by a delicious thrust that has me pinned into the mattress beneath him. Dear Lord, this man can fuck. I’m going to ache so much tomorrow. But he looks like he could go all night and still execute multimillion-pound business deals over breakfast without batting an eye.
I tremble as he bottoms out inside me again. Everything tightens. Everything draws in until all I can focus on are his eyes, watching me like he’s entranced.
‘Good girl,’ he whispers.
And it’s the final push I need.
I come around him in pulsing waves, crying out as my pussy clamps on to his length like it’s trying to fuse us together forever. He covers my mouth with his, kissing my gasp straight from my lips, matching it with his own as his hips buck wildly.
It’s dirty, desperate.
Dangerously close.
‘Look at you,’ he growls. ‘Perfect, aren’t you? Snug little cunt that feels like heaven. Aquamarine eyes that I see in my goddamn dreams. You were sent to ruin me, weren’t you? Sent to take everything from me.’
‘What are you talking about?’ I moan, another orgasm threatening to burst from me.
He grabs one of my thighs and hitches my leg up around his waist. The new angle allows him to push even deeper, and my eyes roll in my head.
‘It’s your fault that I’m addicted to you,’ he growls.
My eyes squeeze shut as another orgasm rips through me.
Rafael grunts as my thighs tighten around him and the sound of increasing wetness spills through the space between us.
‘Open your eyes and look at me when you come,’ he orders.
I force my eyes open, and his gaze softens a touch as our eyes connect.
‘There you are, Beauty. Don’t leave me,’ he murmurs.
I whimper, the pulses of my orgasm strong enough to steal my breath.
Rafael watches me the entire time with an intensity that should be unnerving. But all it does is make me feel desired. So powerful.
He keeps his pace, sliding in and out of me as he waits for the final tremors of my release to fade. I exhale happily. He didn’t want to stop before I was done. He was waiting for me to finish first.
‘My turn,’ he groans, like he’s barely able to hold it back.
He keeps thrusting but every muscle in his body has gone rigid. ‘Say no and I won’t,’ he hisses, seeing the panic on my face.
The word is on the tip of my tongue.
But that’s where it stays.
‘You want to come inside me?’ I whimper. But rather than sounding panicked, my voice comes out husky, like a sultry invitation.
‘Fuck, yes,’ he groans.
The tendons in his neck pop out as he jerks his chin forward, eyes burning into mine. Even if I could form the word, it’s too late to say no now.
‘Do it,’ I urge suddenly, irrationality overtaking as the desire to feel what it’ll be like overcomes me. ‘Fill me.’
‘Jesus,’ he hisses.
His cock thickens, jerking with the telltale sign of an orgasm pumping through it. He keeps driving his hips fast and hard, spilling deep inside me.
I stare into his eyes, witnessing him coming apart.
He groans like he’s experiencing a soul-altering release, one that will change him forever.
His pupils dilate as I moan his name, like a burst of starlight in an otherwise pitch-black sky.
He fucks me all the way through his release, mouth hovering over mine, eyes reaching inside me and taking everything he can.
His breath entwines with mine like everything starts and ends with this moment.
With me and him. Us. Together.
I stroke his hair back from his brow, unsure why the need to touch him so tenderly overtakes me.
He shudders to a stop, sweat finally shining on his brow.
‘Aurora,’ he murmurs, dropping his forehead to mine, smiling against my mouth as he kisses me. ‘Fuck.’