Chapter 31
JULES
My heart pounds as I carefully roll over, Elias lifting the garrote enough that it doesn’t cut into my neck.
When I’m facing the forest floor, and the damp scent of fallen leaves is all I can smell, he replaces the wire at my throat, then tugs down my leather pants with two violent jerks.
Once the waistband is at mid-thigh, he stops to spread my ass cheeks.
“Look at this perfect hole,” he murmurs to himself appreciatively. “Made to be bred by my cock.”
“No,” I protest weakly, clinging to our game. Elias knows I love it when he fucks my ass—it’s a sure way to get me coming in no time.
The distinctive sound of a bottle cap opening echoes in the quiet forest.
“Good thing I grabbed this, isn’t it, Little Sapphire?” he drawls as thick, wet drops of lube fall onto my crack. “Otherwise we’d have to get creative again.”
I love it when he gets creative, but I’m not about to break character now. “Do you know how sick you are?” I hiss instead.
All he does is chuckle, his slick finger already probing my back entrance. “Not nearly as sick as you, baby. This hole is begging to be filled.”
He’s right. I’m pushing back against his finger, moaning when he finally breaches the tight ring of muscle. It’s all I can do to stop myself from moaning for more. Elias knows what I need, though.
“That’s it, take my fingers, Jewel. Get this ass ready for my pierced dick.”
I whimper when his fingers push against my G-spot through the thin barrier between my pussy and ass, making me see stars. Elias tightens the wire wrapped around my neck, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me it’s there.
His dick is pressing against my back door before I can protest, pushing in with embarrassing ease.
“Such a hungry hole,” he grunts as he bottoms out.
My mouth falls open in a silent moan, my skin tingling from sensitivity as his piercings press against nerves only he’s able to find.
“Elias,” I whimper, too far gone to pretend I’m not loving what he’s doing to me.
“What’s that, Little Sapphire? You want more?” he asks as he grinds his pelvis against my ass. “Fuck, you’re so tight like this. Making me work for it.”
“Yes,” I reply wantonly. “Fuck me harder, Master.”
His low laugh sets my womb on fire. I’m not sure what it says about me that I get off on him degrading me, owning me.
“I knew you’d stop fighting it, Jewel. You want my cock too damn much. Isn’t that right?”
All I can do is whimper as he starts fucking me in earnest, his hips pistoning, his pelvis slamming against my ass. Drool leaks from the side of my mouth, but I don’t care. There’s a fire building inside me, and I just know that when it explodes, it’s going to kill me.
“Gonna come in this perfect ass,” he grits out. “You’re gonna feel my cum dripping out for hours.”
“Yes. Please, yes,” I babble, my words slurred.
Elias leans in, his breath warm on my cheek. “I’m close, baby. Your ass feels too good, and you primed me with your mouth. Need you to squeeze the cum out of me now.”
His hand snakes beneath my body, his fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. It only takes him a couple of firm strokes before I’m shaking on the precipice.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, lost in the pleasure, shaking with it. “Oh god, I’m gonna come!”
My vision goes white as my muscles contract and expand with the powerful waves of my orgasm. Keening sounds leave my lips as I squirt over Elias’s hand, over the dry forest floor.
“Fuck!” he grunts. “That’s it. Ah, shit, Jewel—coming!”
My body clenches around him again at his words. He slams against me one more time, then his cock starts pulsing in my ass as he breeds me, just like he promised he would.
I faintly register a stinging sensation at my neck—I think he cut me with the garrote. The thought sends another wave of pleasure through me, soaking his hand one more time.
“You’re such a good girl for me, Jules,” Elias whispers in my ear. “I’m never letting you go.”
I have to fight to swallow back those three words. It’s just the orgasm hormones talking, right? I can’t be thinking about love when I’ve only known this enigmatic man for less than a month.
We stay like that for long minutes, Elias’s cock slowly softening inside me. It’s when he slips out with a rush of liquid that we finally move. He kisses the side of my neck before carefully removing the garrote.
When I roll around, and he sees the cut on my neck, he clicks his tongue. “Might need to disinfect that, baby.”
“Yeah. Maybe,” I breathe sleepily, resisting the urge to press my dirty fingers against it just to see the blood.
“Come here,” he murmurs, picking me up from the ground in a bridal carry. “Let’s get back to the carnival.”
“My ass is hanging out of my pants,” I mutter. Good thing no one’s around to see.
“Mm, yeah,” he drawls. “Hopefully it doesn’t tempt me into making another pit stop, or we’ll never make it home in time for the show.”
“You’re insatiable,” I tease him.
His laugh rumbles in his chest, vibrating against me. “When it comes to you, yeah. And if anyone can make me late to work, it’ll be you, baby.”
“Plus, Silas might think my parents ran us over with their suburban SUV if we’re not back soon,” I quip. “Then the boys will get out their torches and pitchforks.”
He looks down at me with a weird look in his eyes.
“What?” I grumble, running a hand through my short strands self-consciously. “Do I have twigs in my hair?”
The corners of his lips twitch up. “You most definitely have twigs in your hair. Leaves too. But that’s not why I can’t take my eyes off you, Jules.”
I blink at him. “You better not say what I think you’re about to say while my ass is hanging out of my pants, Elias.”
His shoulders are shaking with laughter now—and shaking me with it too—his head thrown back to expose the sexy column of his neck and the tattoos decorating it.
“Alright,” he concedes wryly once he’s done laughing. “I’ll save the confessions for when there’s more magic in the air.”
“Rather than ass cheeks,” I grumble, setting him off again.
But inside, I’m not upset at all. Inside, I’m melting into a puddle of goo. Maybe it’s not too soon to be thinking about love after all.