Thirty-Two
Elias
Stitches - Orgy
I pull the Porsche to a crawl and slide into the driveway.
I glance over at Kat, and have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.
Her breathing is ragged, and I know it’s from the sensation of the toy still inside her.
Her hands are curled into tight balls at her sides, and her knee bounces up and down as she huffs out a breath.
To anyone else, she would look like rage personified.
But I don’t miss the gloss over her eyes and the flush painting her chest, or the way her breathing hitches every time we pass a bump on the road, jolting the vibrator that’s still inside her pussy.
She’s fucking turned on. And fuck if that doesn’t make my cock throb painfully.
I watched her entire set, drunk on the power I held in my palm. Knowing that she was seconds away from coming in front of the unknowing crowd set something primal ablaze inside me. I was the only one who knew.
The restraint it took not to press it enough to make her come on stage was self-control I didn’t know I held.
But watching her drop to her knees when I pressed it?
If the reaper were to come for me tonight, I would die a lucky man.
I only wish I could have seen her face contorted in pleasure as I did it.
My cock aches in my slacks as I imagine how wet she is for me.
But I need to hold the restraint a while longer—I have big plans for my little rebel tonight.
I slowly get out of the car, closing the door behind me before making my way over to hers and opening it.
She looks up at me through hooded eyes, and fuck, if she doesn’t look like a goddess.
She ignores my waiting hand, getting out of the car alone, but I don’t miss the way she holds onto the door for support.
Her mouth falls open, but no words come out.
“Cat got your tongue?” I tease, placing my hand on her lower back and guiding her towards the door.
The sound of Freddie playing with a plastic ball somewhere in the house travels through the foyer. Her breathing picks up, and I see the muscles in her thighs flex as she chases the friction. I move to her, now inches away as she looks up at me through darkened eyes.
Her mouth crashes into mine, the taste of her rushing through all of my senses.
She lets out a soft moan. If I were drunk on power earlier, I’m fucking ruined now.
It takes all my strength to pull away from her kiss.
Small protests leave her as I pick her up and carry her up the stairs towards the bedroom.
My skin prickles with pleasure at her soft kisses along my neck.
I need her in this fucking bedroom before my plans go to shit.
After what seems like hours but can only be seconds, I close the bedroom door behind us. She’s writhing in my arms—I can feel the heat pulsing through her core in anticipation.
“Oh, I have big plans for you, little rebel.”
I gently place her on the bed. Her arms wrap tightly around my neck, not letting me go. She cries out when I press the button in my pocket, jolts of pleasure thrumming through her.
“If you hadn’t already guessed by now, I’m in control tonight.”
She’s writhing and undulating her hips on the bed, a vision of fucking perfection.
“Please…” she breathes, her hips pressed down, chasing what little friction she can get.
“Are you going to beg?”
“Please make me come.”
An instant response.
I turn the vibrator to a low hum. Enough to give her pleasure but not enough for her to explode, keeping her on the precipice of losing herself as I slowly undress her.
Her shirt falls to the floor. I lick my lips at the sight of her perfect tits, nipples erect.
I take one into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue over its sensitive peak, and she writhes beneath me.
When I take it between my teeth, gently biting down, she lets out the most seductive scream that turns my cock to stone.
She’s a squirming mess beneath me, and I can tell she’s so close to the edge.
A cry of frustration rings out as I turn off the vibrator. “Elias!” She throws her hands down on the bed, bucking her hips.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, ghosting my fingers over her inner thigh, making her shiver in response.
“No. Please, don’t stop,” she breathes, clamping her thighs shut, trapping my hand between the soft flesh. “Please make me come, Elias.”
“Good girl.”
I slowly roll down her skirt and panties, she now lies completely bare for me, save for the stockings that I couldn’t bring myself to remove; she looks too fucking delicious in them.
I grab the chair from the corner of the room and place it at the foot of the bed, sinking down into it.
I take a moment to drink her in. If I weren’t already sitting, she would bring me to my knees.
Her eyes are full of confusion and lust. Her pussy glistens in the low light and quivers around the pink silicone.
She absentmindedly rolls her hips, desperately trying to chase the friction.
Her thighs twitch every time the toy touches her g-spot.
Fuck. She is a work of art.
I reach forward and slowly pull out the vibrator, which is now slick with her arousal. I drag it up over her sensitive bud, earning a low moan from her.
“Touch yourself,” I command, sitting back, my legs spread wide in the chair.
She looks at me with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
“I want to watch your fingers work that pretty pussy, little rebel. I want to watch you come apart as you realize nothing and no one will bring you the pleasure I can.”
Her mouth drops open, and her pussy visibly flutters. Her nipples are now erect peaks casting shadows over her soft breasts in the dim light.
My resolve cracks, and I take my hard cock out of my slacks, letting her see the effect she has on me. Her eyes drop, and she licks her full lips. I wrap my hand around myself and slowly start moving from base to tip.
“Spread yourself, I want to see that pussy wide fucking open and dripping for me,” I say.
With that, her hesitation disappears, and she lets out a low moan. Her fingers trace up and down her inner thighs, ghosting over her pussy before moving back down. Her eyes are hooded with lust, and her chest moves slowly with her shallow breaths.
She’s fucking teasing me.
Her hips buck as she finally touches her swollen pussy. She uses two hands to spread her glistening lips wide for me. She’s so fucking wet. Her clit is swollen and red, just begging for attention. Droplets of her arousal drip between her and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Touch that needy clit. Let me hear how wet you are, little rebel.”
Her index finger trails from her opening up to the swollen bud, and I hear how wet she is as she makes small circles on her clit, her mouth falling open in a silent moan.
The control I have is nothing but an illusion.
She’s the one in charge, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
Her eyes are fixed on my hand working my cock as she picks up the pace.
She pushes two fingers inside herself while rubbing frantic circles on her clit.
Her wetness flows out of her pussy and onto the comforter as she bucks her hips.
I need to taste her again.
“I’m so close, Elias.”
Her head falls back as her fingers slow. She’s waiting for me to tell her she can come.
Good girl.
Her fingers slow and her pussy pulses, waiting for my words before sending the shockwaves of pleasure through her that she’s been waiting for all night.
“Come for me, Kat. Show me how you come undone.”
Her back arches off the bed, and she shatters.
Her beautiful, soft body convulses with pleasure.
Wetness flows out of her, but it’s over far too soon.
She looks at me, and I hold her stare, continuing to work my cock slowly, which is now throbbing and leaking pre-cum.
She licks her lips as her gaze lowers to the droplets forming at the head of my cock.
“That wasn’t enough for you, was it, little rebel?”
She shakes her head, her knees falling open, letting me see her wet, swollen pussy still twitching from her disappointing orgasm.
Rising from my chair, I begin to walk toward the bed.
With my thumb, I swipe the bead of pre-cum from my cock and press it softly into her mouth.
Her cheeks hollow, and she swirls her tongue around my thumb, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
“Let me taste you,” she whispers as I pull my thumb from her mouth.
I slowly retreat back to the chair at the end of the bed and lower into it.
“Crawl to me.”
Her eyes darken, but she leans forward on all fours and crawls without hesitation.
Her breasts sway heavily with each movement she makes, making my cock twitch in anticipation.
She stops in front of me and wraps her hand around me.
I let my head fall back while she slowly rubs me from base to tip.
Her soft tongue darts out and swirls around the head, leaving a trail of fresh precum in its wake, which she swallows down with a soft hum.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to know what her mouth feels like. Fisting the back of her hair, I slowly guide her mouth onto my waiting cock. She opens her lips obediently, and I sink my cock into her wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She flattens her tongue and bobs her head up and down. The heat, wetness, and friction make the coil in my spine pull tighter as I rut my hips into her mouth, the tightness of her throat strangling the tip of my cock.
“You look so good choking on my cock,” I grunt as I thrust into her.
Her hand comes up and cups one of my balls, and the sensation sends electricity shooting down my spine.
I’m not going to last much longer.
I pull out of her and flip her over. She lets out a small squeak, her stomach flat against the bed and her perfect ass in the air.
I don’t give her a second to catch her breath before I push into her dripping wet entrance.
She lets out a shriek at the intrusion as she stretches to accommodate me.
She feels so fucking good. I dig my hands into her soft hips and slowly pull back out before slamming back into her relentlessly.
Fuck, she’s so tight. I wish I could stay buried inside her forever.
She cries out, her hands flying out and fisting the sheets. Her pussy quivers around me, and I know she’s close. I don’t stop my relentless pounding as I reach underneath her and rub quick circles over her swollen clit.
“Come for me, little rebel.”
Her pussy clamps down around me as she screams through her orgasm.
I bury myself to the hilt as her wetness sprays against my pelvis with force.
She bucks and screams through her orgasm.
Two more thrusts into her, and I join her.
Every nerve ending in my body lights up, waves and waves of pleasure rocking through me.
My cock twitches as I spill my hot cum inside her.
Our breaths come hard and fast as we fall from our highs. She trembles beneath me and I rub soothing trails against her spine. Eventually, I pull myself out of her, come dripping down her thighs, and I resist the urge to take a photo of this perfect moment.
After I clean her up, she drops her head on my chest as sleep begins to take her.
“Thank you, Elias.”
“For what, Kat?”
“For being different.” The words are quiet; I nearly convince myself they weren’t real.
As I watch her peaceful form drift off to sleep, I realize—there is no way I’m ever going to choose to live without this woman.