Chapter 5 Phoebe #3
Flattening my tongue against him, I ran it along the base of his dick, even as Aureo continued to make me gag against him.
He moaned louder, indicating he was close, and the sound nearly ricocheted through my entire nervous system.
Regardless of our fight for dominance, my legs pressed so tightly together that I wouldn’t have been surprised if I started to grind against his legs.
I was desperate to please him, to teach him that I wasn’t only good for bratty retorts, but I was also desperate to be fucked until the sun came up at this point.
And fuck, seeing him uncaged was going to be my undoing.
As if he read my thoughts, he shoved me off of him.
Spit pulled from my lips to his dick. We were both breathing so heavily that it almost looked like we had run a marathon.
His belt still dangled at my throat like a loose snake, and I knew my makeup had to be smeared all the way from my eyeshadow to my lipstick from his assault.
I couldn’t find it in me to care. I felt high.
After a moment of staring at me, he pulled me up from the knot against my neck, nearly lifting me just from the belt itself, only to lift his mask up slightly and crush his mouth to mine.
I pushed against him at first, trying to escape the feeling of his soft, yet firm mouth and plastic mask outline.
His facial hair scratched against my face.
He was rough, wild, and evil. If it weren’t for his grip on the belt, I would have evaded him, but he was ruthless and demanding in his persuasion for attention.
I felt the brush of his tongue against my bottom lip, yet I still shoved at him. I knew that if I gave in to the kiss, I would be done for. Aureo would own a part of me forever.
After a moment of the fight, I felt Aureo tighten that damned belt even further against my throat. I gasped into him as he jerked the buckle into place, nearly suffocating me entirely. My hand flew up in response, knocking the mask off his face entirely, and I didn’t have it in me to care.
I was going to wake up bruised and raw the next day. Over a belt.
He took advantage of my submission, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t help but moan into him as our tongues began to dance wildly with the other. He moved his knee in between my thighs, rubbing gently, and it was entirely my undoing.
I melted into him, whimpering, and finally let him consume me.
And consume me he did. This wasn’t a kiss of love. This wasn’t even a kiss of lust unbound. This was a kiss of claiming, and it was enough to drown me.
Just tonight, I reminded my subconscious. But I nearly broke the kiss to laugh at my own final attempts of bargaining.
Who was I kidding?
Even the devil liked precious things—and this feeling was the most precious of all.
We could have consumed each other for minutes, hours, and I still would have wanted to continue with this exact moment forever.
We ripped at each other’s shirts, hair, and anything we could possibly grab from the other, both trying to consume and escape the other.
We were a catastrophic consequence of lust and need unbound, even if it meant claiming the other in the purest form.
Aureo pulled away from me. Both of our chests had the pattern of hummingbird wings— breathless and aching, yet craving more flight.
My head ached from the pressure of his hands, the feeling of my hair being pulled so much, and the lingering buzz of alcohol.
And even still, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more.
This was the pain I craved. The correction, even if brutal, the urge for more.
“Why did you stop?” I asked, gasping for air. Between this damn noose around my neck and his abuse, my chest was practically heaving.
He squinted at me, panting. “For oxygen?”
“Shut up.” I slapped at his chest. “Why didn’t you finish?
” I asked again, moving my hand back to his dick, still slick with my spit.
He groaned lightly as I wrapped my fist around him, though the both of us frowned once he moved my hand off his length.
A deflated sense of rejection started to fill me. I thought he wanted this.
“The first time I cum with you, I am going to be inside of you. End of discussion.”
Never mind.
I don’t think I had ever nodded my head so fast.
Who knew this man, the man I have avoided for years, was such a dirty talker?
And who knew I was so desperate? It was borderline sad.
“You are wearing way too much clothing,” he breathed against me. His breath was scorching against my own, the mix of mint and whiskey attacking my senses. I was desperate to admit how much I wanted his mouth on mine again. I wanted my whiskey tongue to match with his again.
“What are you going to do about it?” I pushed.
He chuckled again before pushing me backwards, all the way until I landed on the couch.
He practically crawled on top of me, though one of his hands slid down to the zipper of my skirt swiftly undoing it.
With a few short tugs, and especially a few curses as he pulled my boots off with a loud thud, I was in nothing but the previously tucked in top and panties.
I couldn’t help it as my legs closed together, squeezing again.
In the past, I had never been ashamed of my liking for sex.
But it felt different with Aureo. I knew my panties probably had a wet spot from how needy I was.
I was nearly proved right when Aureo’s molten gaze moved down my body, almost lighting an icy fire in its wake, until he stopped at the bright, crimson lace and groaned.
He kneeled before me, now resting his figure on the bar’s floor, and traced his fingers over the silky material, putting the slightest pressure against my clit. Fiery shivers erupted over my body from his touch and my hips jerked on their own accord.
I needed this.
I needed him.
“I have a few ideas,” he rasped, catching my gaze just enough to wink, before he began peeling the satin material away from my flesh, eyes never straying from mine.