Chapter 24 #2
"You want to fuck my mouth, Luca?"
"Sì, yes, God."
"Say it."
"I want to fuck your mouth, Elena. I want to see you on your knees with my cock in your throat."
The image is so visceral, so intense, that I almost forget this is his fantasy.
"You think I'd let you come on my face?"
"Madonna," he whispers, and the word sounds like a prayer.
"Would you want that? Would you want to cover me in your cum?"
"God, yes. Fuck."
I step closer. "But that's not all, is it? What else do you want, Luca?"
"Everything," he growls, his eyes dark and hot on mine. "I want everything."
"You want me spread out naked, don't you?"
"Sì," he says, his voice hard and demanding.
"On your bed, on your desk, in your shower."
"Anywhere I please."
"You want me on my hands and knees."
"Like before," he says, and the image of him tying me up with my own nightgown flashes through my mind and almost sends me to my knees in desire.
"You want to bend me over and make me beg, don't you?"
"You will," he says, his eyes flashing.
"What if I don't?" I ask, breathless. The image is so real, so hot.
"You will," he repeats confidently.
I want him to. I want to see that wild thing in him take charge. I want him to tie me up and use me, put me on my knees and take my mouth, pull my hair, and tell me I'm his.
"Luca," I whisper, and take a step back.
He follows, a predator stalking its prey, and this time when he reaches for me, I let him. He pulls me in and kisses me, rough and demanding.
"Bed," he says roughly.
I turn and let him draw me toward the massive mattress. When the backs of my thighs touch the edge, I go to sit, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.
"Turn," he orders.
I turn and look over my shoulder. "What—"
"On your knees," he says, and his voice is pure sex.
"Oh," I say, a little shaky.
"Did you think they were just words, Bella?" he asks roughly.
"No," I say on a trembling breath, and drop to the plush rug.
"Brava, ragazza." He leans down and cups my face, kisses me so deeply that it's almost a punishment. Then he stands, stroking his cock with slow, even passes, his gaze locked on mine.
I feel the power in him, the control.
He steps away and goes to a drawer, rifling around in it for a moment.
When he comes back, there's something in his hand, but I can't tell what it is. It's a small device with a big button in the middle and a coiled band on the side, the kind of coiled wrist band you use to carry your keys around an office.
I furrow my brows and look up at him.
"This is a clicker," he explains. "Try it out."
I do, and a loud click comes out of it, nearly startling me.
"When you want me to stop, you press it. Understand?"
I look down curiously and nod.
"No, Elena. I need to know you understand," he says patiently.
"I understand."
"Good," he says. "Loop it around your wrist."
I put my hand through the coiled band and hold the clicker.
"Hands behind your back," he commands.
I obey, clasping my wrists at the small of my back, the clicker held tightly between them, and I hear him exhale as I face him.
"Open," he says, his voice low and demanding.
A tremor moves through me, and I part my lips, open wide.
He moves forward, slides his hand into my hair, and guides himself inside, the head of his cock resting on my tongue.
He's bigger than I remember.
He tightens his fist in my hair and drags a breath between his teeth.
"I've been thinking of this for weeks. Wondering how much you could take. How far I can push you."
I answer with a soft moan.
"I've dreamed of taking your mouth," he continues, holding absolutely still. "Filling your throat."
I make a helpless sound and lean forward, trying to take more, and the movement makes him tighten his hand in my hair.
"Look at me," he orders, and when I do, I feel the power move from him to me.
"Do you like this, Elena?"
"Mmm," I answer, the sound vibrating around the head of his cock.
He flexes his hips, and the head of his cock pushes farther.
"More," I murmur, and try to lean forward again.
He holds me still. "Patience."
I look up at him, feeling the ache in my scalp, the way my knees are digging into the rug, the stretch of my jaw. I look up and find his eyes, and there's a wildness in him, a need, something dangerous.
"You can have more," he says, his voice hoarse. "But you must be patient."
I stay absolutely still.
"Good girl."
Slowly, his fist still tangled in my hair, he feeds his cock into my mouth.
"Breathe through your nose."
I do, and the air comes back warm and musky, and the smell goes right to my head.
"Good," he murmurs. "Good."
The head of his cock is slick with pre-cum, and it slides past my lips and onto my tongue. I close my lips around him and suck.
"Mmm," he growls, and his hips buck.
The move shoves his cock a fraction deeper, and I choke, eyes watering.
He eases back. "Okay?"
"Yes," I gasp, and take him deeper.
"Fuck," he growls, and his hand in my hair tightens.
He rocks forward, and I taste him on my tongue, a little salty, a little sweet. His hand is a band on my head, fingers digging in, holding me, and the power is there again, in the way his breathing shifts, the way he's using me for his pleasure.
His pace quickens, and my jaw aches. He's hitting the back of my throat now, and I choke every couple of strokes.
I can feel myself dripping onto the rug, and I have a sudden, wild urge to taste him after he’s fucked me, to know what I taste like. What we taste like together.
"Fuck," he gasps, and his thrusts are harder, deeper. "I'm going to come in your mouth, Bella, and you're going to swallow every drop, capisci?"
Yes, I try to say, but it's a garbled mess.
He drives deep, and I gag, my eyes watering.
My hands automatically go to his thighs and squeeze.
He freezes mid-thrust.
"Hands behind your back," he snaps.
I obey.
"Good girl," he whispers, but he doesn't continue. He pulls back.
"Do you need me to stop?" he asks.
"No," I say automatically. "Keep going."
"Are you sure, Elena?"
I shift on my knees, leaning forward. There's a pull on my hair where he's still holding me tight.
"Yes, please," I beg.
"Open," he says again, and the moment I do, he thrusts forward and starts fucking my throat again, the pace fast, hard.
My eyes water. My jaw aches.
"You look so good on your knees, Bella," he rasps. "So beautiful with my cock down your throat."
He drives in deep, and a sob escapes me, tears falling down my cheeks.
He pauses, and I shake my head and suck, urging him to continue.
He does, driving in and out, a little more gently. His pace quickens, and then he's driving in hard, the thrusts relentless.
He's close, the tendons standing out on his neck, his teeth bared. His hand is a brutal fist in my hair, and it hurts and feels so, so good.
"Close," he chokes, and I feel his body tense.
He pushes deep into my mouth, farther down my throat than he's been so far. My throat closes tight around him, even as my lungs are deprived of air.
But I love it. I want more. I want all of it.
He groans and his hips flex, and then his cum is spilling into my mouth in a salty rush. I choke and gag, swallowing frantically, and it's messy, but I'm taking it. All of it.
"Fuck," he groans, and his voice is rough.
I keep sucking and swallowing, and he stays buried, letting me lick and suck and swallow.
When he finally pulls out, a line of cum drips from the corner of my mouth.
"That was perfect," he murmurs, and his thumb strokes my temple, catching a stray tear.
"You're perfect," he continues.
I flush.
He takes my hands and pulls me to my feet.
"Come, I'll wash your face," he says, and leads me to the ensuite bathroom.
He wets a hand towel and uses it to clean my face, wiping the corners of my mouth, under my eyes, down my neck.
"How do you feel?"
"Good," I say, a little dazed.
He looks pleased.
"I had a feeling about you, Elena," he murmurs softly. "From the very first moment."
He leans down and kisses me softly, his hands at my waist.
Then he lifts me up and puts me on the cool counter, so I'm facing him, and presses his mouth to mine, a little rough, like he's claiming me.
He draws back, his hands coming to the sides of my thighs. "Are you ready for more?"
"Yes," I whisper.
His hands squeeze. "You learn quickly, don't you, panini? You like being a good girl."
I do. God, I do.
And I can't wait to see what other rewards it gets me.