Chapter 16 #2
As soon as he gets in, he practically attacks me.
You would have thought we’d gone another entire month without seeing each other.
I’m relieved D’s car has a partition separating us from Izaak.
I’m not convinced he wouldn’t try something even if there weren’t one.
He kneels in front of me and mumbles something about being thankful for summer because there are less layers of clothing to go through.
My breathing gets heavier again as he wraps his hands around my legs, at the back of the knee.
Pulling me forward until my ass is lined up with the edge of the seat, he pushes my skirt up my thighs and out of his way.
I know the moment he spies the wet spot on the red silk between my legs because the hunger in his eyes intensifies.
“I can’t wait until we get home. I need to taste you now.”
Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he rips the soaked fabric from my body and tucks it into the inside pocket of his suit coat before his tongue dives through my wet slit.
The groan he makes as he tastes me draws more moisture to my core.
He sucks on my clit with heated fervor, and I can feel my orgasm building already.
My clit is throbbing, and a heat I haven’t felt in a month seeps into my skin.
“D, I’m not going to take long, and I don’t want to make a mess in your car.”
But he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Ever since our night in Greece, I’ve squirted every time I’ve come to the thought of him. It’s not something I’ve ever been able to do before. It goes hand in hand with the part of me he unlocked that night.
“I don’t give a fuck about this car. I want to taste you, théa. All of you. Don’t hold back.”
He breaks his hold just long enough to tell me that, and then he’s right back on my clit with his relentless pull.
He can sense when I’m about to come because he pulls me farther off the seat and pushes my skirt all the way up so he can see me better.
Thank God the fabric is black. At least it won’t show if it gets wet.
He replaces his mouth with his hand as he holds me in place with his other arm. Rubbing his fingers rapidly over my clit, he doesn’t stop until I’m screaming his name and spraying my release into his awaiting mouth.
Seems silly to have worried about the partition now, I’m certain Izaak heard me.
Drinking it all in, he helps me back onto the seat and leans in for a kiss again.
Just before our lips meet, I notice a drop of my cum rolling down his chin, getting ready to fall.
My tongue connects with it, and I lick a path up his chin to his lips.
I nibble a little on his bottom lip before sliding my tongue back into his mouth.
Again, the taste of me on him is different yet surprisingly intoxicating.
“I don’t know which surface I want to fuck you on first,” he explains when we break our kiss again. “I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to wait until we get inside.”
“Thankfully, we won’t have to wait long.”
I nod toward the oddly shaped steel building towering over us as Izaak pulls up under the porte-cochère off Spruce Street. Without speaking, D exits the car when it comes to a halt. He takes me by the hand, and I barely latch onto my purse before he’s pulling me out of the car.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Anastos,” the doorman greets him before pulling the door open for us.
“Colin,” D nods stiffly toward him as we walk through the door.
He releases my hand for just a moment, only long enough to pull his access card from his wallet. When we’re in the elevator, he scans his card and presses “P” as we begin the long journey to the seventy-sixth floor.
He shoves his card into his pocket and pushes me against the wall of the elevator. Gripping my blouse in both hands, buttons go flying as he rips the material open swiftly and unapologetically.
Seizing my breasts, I wait for him to try and rip my bra from my body like he did my panties.
But he doesn’t. Squeezing them, he hoists them upward, and I watch as desire flashes in his eyes.
He buries his face in my cleavage before snaking his hand down my body and grasping the hem of my skirt again.
Pulling it up until I’m completely exposed, he leaves me feeling both nervous as well as aroused.
At any moment, the elevator could stop, and someone could walk in and catch us. It’s a feeling I both fear and invite.
“Théa,” he moans as he runs his fingers through my soaking wet slit. I watch his eyes roll back, and I can feel his erection poking into my hip. “Anipomono na bo xana mesa su. I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”
I practically salivate over his words as the ding of the elevator sounds.
Reluctantly, D pushes my skirt back down, and we exit the car into the penthouse lobby.
There are two units, each taking up half of the top story.
It’s incredible to think about how large this floor is as a whole.
You can fit two of my apartments inside of D’s penthouse alone. Maybe even three.
Turning right out of the elevator, D places his hand on the small of my back as he leads me on shaky legs to his front door.
Sliding his key into the lock quickly, he turns the knob, and we nearly fall over one another into the entranceway.
As soon as the door is shut and locked, he tosses my purse onto the table by the door then tears the rest of my shirt from my body before slowly unzipping the side zipper of my black pencil skirt.
Pushing it to the floor, he takes my hand and helps me walk out of it.
Suddenly, he whips me around and smacks my bare ass.
An act I never would have thought I’d be excited by.
He reaches around the front of me with one hand and latches onto my clit as he unfastens my bra with the other one.
I hold out my arms and let it fall to the floor before he turns me to face him once again.
As I reach down to pull my heels off, he stops me.
“No. The heels stay on.”
Naked, while he is still fully clothed, I’m led down the length of his hallway and into the great room.
The room comes to a point straight ahead, one of the many corners of this peculiarly constructed building.
D stops me in the center of the room and walks in a circle around my body until he’s directly in front of me.
I want to cover myself all of a sudden. The balance of power feels incredibly skewed with him still in his clothing and me in nothing more than my favorite pair of Louboutins.
As I wrap my arms around myself, he pulls off his sport coat and tosses it onto the floor.
Next, he works his shoes off. Then his belt followed by his pants.
I have to say, I’m enjoying his little strip tease very much.
His indecent stare never leaves mine as he continues undressing until he’s down to his boxers only.
Finally, he closes the small distance between us and reclaims my lips with his. As his hands roam my body, I gently cup him in my palm.
“Gamáto,” he utters, closing his eyes with pleasure.
“D, I…” I’m too scared to say what I want.
“What? Tell me, théa. You don’t have to be shy around me.”
I swallow my nerves and take his dick in my other hand. My lust gives me just as much courage as alcohol would.
“I … I want to suck your cock.”
I look up at him through my lashes and give him the best sexy, yet innocent, porn-star look I can come up with. I pray I don’t look like an idiot. I must have done something right because in seconds flat, he gently guides me to the floor at his feet.
Using my nails, I lightly scratch my way up his inner thighs and underneath the fabric of his boxers.
He shudders the farther up I go, and I don’t miss the dick twitch my actions elicit.
Wrapping my fist around his erection, I work it up and down a few times before I tug on his boxers, pulling them down his legs.
Once they’re out of the way, I sit back on my heels and take in his entire body.
He’s an absolutely gorgeous man. Toned and tan with dark features.
He’s muscular without looking like a bodybuilder.
I refamiliarize myself with his compass tattoo.
I take him in my hand once more, and he reaches forward, rubbing a thumb down my cheek.
“Eisai panemorfi.”
I want to know what he said, but at the same time, nothing in English will sound as irresistible coming from his mouth.
The soulful look in his eyes tells me whatever he said came from the heart.
With that, I lean in and wrap my lips around the tip of him.
While his dick is rigid beneath the surface, his skin is soft and warm against my tongue.
I swish it back and forth along the underside of his cock as my head moves farther, taking even more of him inside of me.
I want to take it all for him. I want to make it feel so good I bring him to his knees.
Moving my head in and out, I run my lips along his erection, creating a soft friction I can tell he’s enjoying. He lets out a low groan, and I can feel him tense up inside of me. I didn’t think he could get any stiffer than he already was.
“Théa, théa,” he moans. “O, thee mu. You’re incredible.”
He runs his hands through my hair, turning me on every time he fists a section and helps guide my mouth over him.
“Are you still wet, Carley?” he asks suddenly.
I stop moving and look up at him. When I try pulling my mouth away from him to answer, he stops me.
“No. Answer me with my cock in your mouth. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” I admit, struggling to say the word around his length.
“Touch yourself. I want you to reach between your legs, gather some moisture, and use it to massage your clit.”
My eyes grow wide. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone before.
“I love watching your cheeks bloom red when you’re embarrassed. But you don’t need to be.” He cups my chin, staring me straight in the eyes. “Touch yourself while you’re sucking my cock.”
Slowly, I reach between my legs until I feel the wet warmth covering the entrance to my pussy.
Driving my fingers through my opening, I gather up some of the thick, sticky fluid that has built there.
Then I gently cover my clit with my index and middle fingers, and I begin rubbing small circles over it.
It doesn’t take long until a soft moan builds within me.
“That’s it, théa. I want you to rub harder now. I want you to make yourself come while my cock is in your sweet mouth.”
D takes control by holding my head in place and thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. I’m grateful for his help because I am not coordinated to do both things at once. That leaves me better able to concentrate on my movements. As I feel myself getting close, my eyes close.
“Eyes open, théa. I want to see the fire ignite in them the moment your pleasure rips through you, and you come all over my floor.”
His words are my undoing. I moan around his dick as my orgasm roars through me like a freight train. He pulls himself from my mouth and takes a step back so he can get a better look at me. I can only imagine what I look like through his eyes.
Kneeling in front of him, legs wide open, fingers rubbing my clit furiously. Moisture flowing from my body, dripping onto the marble floors beneath me. He fists his cock as he watches me. I can see the flames of passion burning in his eyes, reflected off mine.
It was one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had, but it’s still not enough. It won’t be enough until D is inside of me.
“D,” I whine.
“What is it?”
“I need you.”
He reaches down and grabs my hand, helping me up. Then he nudges me toward the window of his penthouse. My fear from the other day returns.
“No, it’s too high. I’m scared,” I protest.
“You can trust me, théa.”
He reaches around my body and tugs on my nipple at the same time as his fingers burrow between my legs and locate my sensitive clit.
“I’ll never let you fall.”
The combination of his touch, his words, and my lack of strength after that last orgasm have me in an almost hypnotic state. Until he pushes my body up against the chilled, floor-to-ceiling glass in front of me.
My fear comes back, but before I can move, D is there. He gently nudges my legs open with his foot before reaching between them again, this time from the back. Starting at my clit, he massages my worries away as I remain against the glass, nine-hundred feet in the air.
“I’m going to fuck you up against this glass, Carley.
” I squish my cheek against the cold surface so I’m not looking straight down.
D lightly brushes my hair away from my neck and plants kisses there.
He moves his hand around to the front of my body and finds my clit again, gently circling it.
“Concentrate on your pleasure. Mix that with the adrenaline from your fear of heights, and you’re in for one hell of a ride. ”
Before his words even sink in, he thrusts into me from behind and doesn’t stop until he’s rooted inside of me. A gasp escapes my throat as I take in the pleasure I feel. I’ve wanted him inside of me again for so long.
Now that he is, I never want this moment to end.