Chapter 9 Elias
ELIAS
Irelish the way Jules’ dark eyes widen, the way her throat clicks as she swallows. Her even teeth bite into the curve of her bottom lip, making my cock throb in my hand. I stroke it from root to tip, twisting at the top, smearing the precum, getting it ready for her tongue.
“I’m waiting, Jewel,” I growl impatiently. My balls have been on the verge of exploding ever since I made her scream on the Ferris wheel.
With one last slow blink, Jules drops to her knees and disappears under the table. Soon, I feel her hands on my knees, then higher up on my thighs as she shuffles closer. Pulses of lightning travel up and down my spine at her delicate touch, so at odds with her wild appearance.
I know the moment she spots my piercings—frenum and ampallang—because she gasps in delight. I can’t help the smile that stretches my lips.
Her warm breath engulfs the tip of my cock, and then I feel her tongue licking off my arousal, swirling around the metal barbells. Her spiky blue hair brushes against the tabletop as she licks my shaft from the balls up, like she’s chasing dripping ice cream before it spills over her fingers.
A low growl builds in my chest when she takes me into her mouth, her lips sliding down halfway before my dick hits the back of her throat.
Her free hand starts exploring my body, sliding up my stomach under my shirt.
She moans as her fingers move over the ridges of my abdomen, the vibration sending a lick of fire straight to my balls.
“Good fucking girl,” I rasp. “Show me how much you love having my pierced cock in your mouth.”
She whimpers in reply and pinches my nipple. My hips shoot off the seat, my cock stuffing her mouth enough to make her gag.
I laugh and find her cheek with my palm. “That’s what you get for teasing me, Jules. You get more than you can handle.”
She pulls back with a wet slurp before speaking, her hand stroking my rod. “You don’t know how much I can handle, handsome.”
Even though I’d love nothing more than to flood her with my cum, I find myself grinning.
“Challenge fucking accepted, Jewel. Get up here and bend over the table.”
I contradict myself as soon as we’re both upright by grabbing her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. I taste myself on her tongue, but it doesn’t bother me—it just makes me hungrier. So, I let her go and spin her around.
“Brace your hands on the table.”
“Yes, Master,” she says playfully, if breathlessly.
I groan at the word, the teasing honorific. Pulling her head back by her hair, I make her lock eyes with me over her shoulder.
“Call me that again,” I order quietly.
Jules blinks, dark eyelashes fanning shadows over her cheeks.
“Master,” she whispers, her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared.
“I like that, Jules,” I admit. “I like it too fucking much.”
I’ve always been in charge, in control: first when my brothers and I were boys just trying to survive in a cult that was hellbent on destroying us body and mind.
Then, when we decided to make our own little world, honing our skills to perfection until they became our survival.
And finally, once we were strong enough to begin hunting the predators, destroying the abusers.
But I never wanted to take charge of a woman: it wasn’t a responsibility I wanted, taking care of yet another person’s needs, especially when they were transient.
But Jules? Ah, fuck, Jules. I hear the challenge in her voice—she’s begging for me to master her.
“Hold on,” I command softly as I unbutton her leather pants.
Even though I just decided to lord over her body, I drop to my knees behind her. I pull down the zippers on her biker boots, take them off, and carefully set them aside. I run my hands up her long, toned legs, feeling the electricity between us like it’s a living, breathing thing.
I peel off Jules’s pants, grunting at the sight of her round ass.
“Fuck. You’re a wet dream, Jewel. My wet dream.”
Giving in to the dark, ravenous need inside me, I bite her plump cheek. Jules gasps and flinches, trying to escape me. I grab her hips harder, keeping her still while I suck on the tender flesh. I don’t pull back until I’m sure I left a long-lasting mark.
Juvenile.
But she’s mine.
“You’re a dick,” Jules hisses, but she can’t hide the arousal in her voice.
“Master,” I say as I admire my handiwork. “You’re a dick, Master.”
“I—Fuck!”
I interrupt her by taking her pussy into my mouth, licking her from behind. I suck, chasing her flavor, sweet and wild and clean, all Jules. I use one hand to spread her, then enter her with two fingers, watching rapt as her greedy pussy swallows them whole.
I pump inside her slowly, making sure to hit her G-spot with each glide. My cock leaks, and I fist it, squeezing hard, trying to buy time.
“Who does this perfect little pussy belong to, Jewel?” I ask her, my voice nearing a savage growl.
“No—no one,” she hisses defiantly.
Chuckling, I learn forward to bite the other cheek. This time, she doesn’t try to run away, giving in to sensations as I fuck her with my fingers and suck on the tender flesh.
“Let’s try again,” I say once I’m done putting another mark of ownership on her. “Whose pussy is this, Jules?”
“Mine,” she answers, still sassy, still proud.
I pull my fingers out, smirking when her hips try to follow, bucking back.
“No! Don’t stop. Please.”
No words have ever sounded sweeter. Except maybe…
“One last time. Who does this tight, delicious cunt belong to?”
“You,” she whines. “Please, you, it’s yours, please, let me come.”
“Gladly,” I murmur.
Pressing down on her lower back until she’s bent over the dishes, I position my head between her legs again, ready to devour her.
Groaning, I lick her like a starving beast, messy, sloppy, zero finesse. I stroke my cock with an erratic rhythm as she squirms over my mouth, chasing her release.
“Yes, yes, right there. Oh, fuck. Elias!”
Shit, I take it back. That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, this beautiful creature falling apart for me, screaming out my name like a prayer. I release my cock and squeeze my balls to the point of pain as Jules rides out her orgasm, rides my face like it’s her Harley.
I can’t take it anymore.
With a growl, I get to my feet, spread her open, and thrust in.
“Ah!” she screams at the invasion, a pitiful little whine leaving her mouth as I settle as deep as I can go, my pelvis flush against her soft ass.
I’m panting in her ear, clenching my jaw as I fight for every second I give her to adjust. She’s still fluttering, aftershocks of her orgasm dancing over my dick. The need to move, to come inside her, mark her from the inside… It’s overwhelming.
When her muscles relax, I finally begin moving, shallow thrusts at first, then harder, deeper ones.
The plates and glasses rattle on the table as I pound into her.
In the window, I can see her perky tits bounce with our movements, so I snake my hand under her top and bra, grabbing a stiff nipple and pulling on it in time with my strokes.
My other hand moves between her legs, where she’s wet and hot, where she’s taking me so perfectly.
“You feel even better than I imagined, Little Sapphire,” I groan into her ear before biting down on her earlobe and tugging.
Her breathy moans spur me on, and I continue my assault on her pussy, on her breast, moving my lips to her neck and nibbling on it while I fuck her into the table.
“Are you going to come for me, Jules?”
“Yes,” she moans softly.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you. Or do you need an audience? I’m sure my brothers would be thrilled to watch you fall apart for me.”
I realize I called them my brothers, but she must not notice the slip. Her pussy strangles my dick in response to my words.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she whines, trembling in my arms. I’ve never had anyone as vocal as she is, as responsive. I’m afraid I might get addicted to it. How could anything compare to this shining jewel?
“Come with me,” I tell her, speeding up my strokes, rubbing her clit faster, tugging on her nipple harder. “Come while I flood your tight pussy so hard you’ll be leaking my cum for days.”
“Yes!” Jules screams, her channel clenching so hard, I struggle to move. It doesn’t matter, though. With a roar, I explode inside her. I shoot so hard I think I’m going to black out, my back bowing with released pressure.
It’s not until my pulse stops racing that I realize we didn’t use protection.
What the fuck is she doing to me?