20. Isa #2
“Fuck!” I shouted when I felt his finger probing at my entrance again. I tensed when he shoved two thick digits inside me. I automatically squeezed around them, and a low sound came from his chest that was just about the sexiest sound I had ever heard.
“Do you know how good it is to feel you around my fingers like this?” he asked as he began to move them in and out of me. “I can’t fucking wait to feel you squeeze around my cock.”
He slapped my ass cheek once more, causing a vibration to move through me that I felt all the way to my clit.
I let out a loud sob as he quickened his pace.
The sound of his palm slapping against my skin, along with the squelching sound my pussy made every time he pushed inside me, drove me over the edge.
My orgasm hit me like a tsunami.
I pressed my face down on the floor, my muscles weakening from pleasure. The only thing holding me up was Elio.
He pulled out of me and started to massage my sensitive flesh.
“No,” I said, trying to pull away. It was too much. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him, continuing his torture. “What are you doing to me?”
His laugh was pure evil, and I was convinced of it in that moment. “Driving you crazy.”
I pushed myself up on my hands and screamed when his fingers found my clit. He flicked it sharply, his other hand wrapping around my middle to keep me still. Tears streamed down my face. “Please, Elio.”
“Fuck, but do you know how pretty you are when you beg?”
He finally let go of me, and I fell onto the floor unceremoniously.
He flipped me around and crawled his way on top of my body, kissing me like his life depended on it. I kissed him back just as passionately. All the while, his hands roamed all over, stopping when he got to my nipples, pulling on them.
I turned away from the kiss and stared at him.
“Look at your lips, swollen from me,” he said, pulling just a little harder on the abused nubs. I sucked in a broken inhale.
“I want your mouth on me,” he growled.
I licked my lips from his words, making him groan. “Does my baby like that idea?”
“Yes,” I answered shamelessly. I wanted to know what he tasted like. I wanted to be the one to drive him crazy like he was doing to me. He let go of my nipples, and I felt the loss almost instantly.
Before I could say anything, he was repositioning us until he was flat on his back on the floor, and I was lying down on top of him, only my face was near his cock, and his face was?—
I gasped when I felt him lick me from behind.
He slapped my ass. “Get going, baby.”
He pulled me back toward his waiting mouth and started to eat me out in this position. I wasn’t so na?ve that I had never heard of sixty-nine, but to do it…
I closed my eyes when I felt him suck on my clit. More water gushed out of me, and he groaned.
Hell.
I moved on instinct. I grabbed his long, hard length and wrapped my fist around it, pumping him up and down, gently at first. Then I felt his teeth on me, and I tightened my grip, fucking him harder with my hand.
My mouth watered when I saw clear liquid seeping out from his tip. I didn't think. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked him into my mouth, working his base with my hand.
He gripped my ass cheeks tightly.
I sucked him in a little harder, taking him in a bit deeper, loving his reaction to me more than I did the taste of him.
He didn’t really taste like anything. But I was wholly addicted, and I wanted more.
I lowered my hand down and played with his balls, taking more of him in my mouth, when I felt Elio’s finger playing along my crease. I hummed around him, and his touch became more prominent.
He smacked his hand down on my ass cheek, from one to the next, all the while, his mouth remained relentless. I came all over his face, my mouth still wrapped around his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, look at the way you’re gushing all over my face.”
A second, smaller orgasm burst free from his words, and I wanted him to come. I wanted to know what his cum tasted like.
He pulled me away before I got the chance, and I cried out in protest. He ignored me and pulled me up to a kneeling position, then slapped my tit.
“Spread your legs.”
I did as he asked, and he pushed his finger inside me, fucking me like that.
My entire body shook from the sensation, and I reached down for his wrist, hoping he would let up.
I should have known better.
He fucked me harder.
I was getting so weak. Too weak. I came a third time, and when he pulled out of me, I felt my arousal between my legs. I collapsed onto the floor, my eyes closing. I was done.
I looked off to the side to see Elio roughly playing with his cock, getting it ready for me. I shook my head and tried to crawl away. He pulled me back by my legs and flipped me over.
“We’re not done,” he said. I was too tired to respond.
He crawled between my spread legs and plunged his cock deep inside me, fucking me against the floor.
My entire body convulsed from his movements, jerking as he pressed his hips against mine.
My moans grew louder, unintelligible sounds leaving my mouth. All I could do was wrap my arms around him and hope beyond hope I would survive this.
He kissed me, his tongue pushing between my lips and sliding into my mouth. I kissed him back, just as desperate for the taste of him.
More, more, more!
“Come for me, baby,” he said.
As if he held all my control buttons, I came, screaming out his name, and he soon followed after me. I wrapped myself tighter around him when I felt his cum dripping inside.
God.
I didn't know what happened next.
I might have blacked out; I wasn’t sure. One moment, I was lying on the floor in Elio’s foyer, and the next, he was placing my sore body on his bed.
I whimpered and reached for him.
“It’s okay. I’m just going to wet a cloth and clean you up.”
I didn’t want to be apart from him for even a second, not when I was feeling so vulnerable. I didn’t say that, though Elio must have sensed it because he returned to me quickly. He pushed my legs apart and cleaned me up. I was too tired to feel shy.
I lay there and let him, sucking in a sharp breath when I felt his finger move teasingly over my opening.
“I fucking love the sight of your sweet little cunt after it’s been abused so thoroughly by me and dripping with my cum.” His voice was rough, his eyes dark with desire.
I swallowed at his words. I didn’t think I would be able to go again, but fuck if I didn’t want to.
“Lie with me?” I asked.
He threw the cloth away and lay down with me, pulling me in close to him. I let out a small sigh, wishing there was a way for me to burrow further into his skin and never leave.
“Elio?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Is everything okay?”
He didn’t answer me right away. Then, “Why do you ask?”
I shrugged. “You just seem a little more… passionate tonight.”
He grinned, reaching his hand down and playing with my sore ass. “You like my brand of passion.”
I didn’t deny it because I did. But something was obviously going on with him.
He let out a small sigh. “Just some shit going down with the Devil’s Wings MC. But it’s not something you need to worry about.” And I might have imagined it, but I felt his arms tighten around me marginally.
I kissed his chest. “You’ll be careful?”
His eyes met mine, something unreadable shifting in them.
“Always.”
I nodded. “Good. Because I can’t have anything happen to you again.”
Or ever.
I didn't know how I would live, survive , if something happened to him.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “I l?—”
His phone rang, interrupting me. I turned toward the sound, not realizing he had brought it up with him.
He looked at me, clear frustration in his eyes, before picking up the phone and holding it to his ear. I watched him listen to whoever was on the line, just as his face darkened.
“Okay,” he said, hanging up the phone.
“You have to go,” I said, already knowing the answer.
He nodded.
I pushed up to a sitting position.
“You can just stay here,” he said.
I thought about it, but there was something about staying here when Elio wasn’t here that just…
I shook my head. “No, can you drive me home?”
I avoided his eyes. I wasn’t mad, really. I was just feeling vulnerable, and I needed Elio with me, and that wasn’t happening.
He didn’t say anything right away. When he did speak, his voice was filled with regret that I didn’t want to think about too much. “I’ll take you home.”