Chapter 20
Elizabeth
We’re chilling on the large sofa which fills the living area of the hotel suite, both wrapped in a soft fluffy robe.
Angel’s sitting with his glass of whiskey, while my legs are over his and I’m lying back watching him.
The faux fireplace bathes him in soft light, making his skin glow bronze.
I’m still reeling from the intense orgasm I had in the bath, blissful and floaty, but also desperate to feel him inside me again.
“Has it ever been like this for you before?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“Sex… has it ever felt this good?”
“You know it hasn’t,” he says, squeezing my thigh with his hand.
“Hmm… I guess it’s just hard to imagine you being different. Like, how Ana and the girls described you.”
He laughs. “You mean like an asshole?”
“I mean… I wasn’t going to put it like that. I guess I always just thought you sounded a bit selfish in bed, but in reality, you’re anything but…”
“When I was with them, it was a means to an end, it meant nothing. I was always upfront about what to expect and it was their choice to spend time with me. They probably get different stuff from each of the guys.”
“Yeah,” I say, “well I like that you’re different with me.”
“Me too, it’s the first time I’ve ever enjoyed someone else’s pleasure more than my own. Your orgasms are fucking addictive.”
I laugh. “Usually I’d recommend pacing yourself, but I think you should keep exploring that to its full potential.”
“I bet you do.”
He tickles me on my inner thighs and nuzzles into my stomach until I can’t breathe from laughing so hard. We both sit back, trying to catch our breath.
“What about you?” he asks.
“What about me?”
“Has it ever been like this for you? You practically know everyone I’ve been with, but I don’t know anything about you; it was quite a list of names that Ana gave me once.”
“Oh my god, she gave you names?”
“Yep. At the time I was angry because I thought you were cheating on Donovan. But looking back, I was probably more jealous… it was a lot of names.”
“What do you want me to say? I like sex—”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
I sit up to try and slap him, but he grips my wrist and kisses it instead.
“I’m only messing, princess. Come on, I want to know; it’s all history, I know that.”
“Fine, but this had better be a judgment free zone.”
“It is, I promise.”
He holds my hand, gently stroking it with his.
I sigh. “I just never wanted a relationship or to get close to anyone, hook-ups were easier. I dabbled in college for a bit but hated the aftermath of it, all the gossip, and everyone knowing your business. So that’s why I started meeting guys at that bar, Platinum.
I did some work for the manager, so they looked after me, and I knew I’d never see any of the men again, so it never mattered. ”
“I thought that might be the type of place you like to hang out,” he says.
“Fuck no, you think I could afford to drink there and that I wanted to listen to that shitty music.”
I try to yank my hand out of his to show my mock annoyance, but he doesn’t let me go. He’s taking this okay, so I suppose I should tell him everything…
“I toyed with the idea of joining Sinful Secrets.”
“What’s that?” he asks, “Like a dating app?”
“Not exactly… it’s a sex club.”
“A sex club?”
“Yeah, it’s an exclusive members-only club where you meet people for sex, but it specializes in kink and stuff.”
“Where is it?”
“On the outskirts of Tynerston; it’s this gorgeous villa set in its own land.”
“Wait, there’s a sex club in Tynerston? Shit, you wait until the guys hear about this.”
“Well like I said, it’s members-only, and I’m pretty sure everyone who goes there is loaded.”
“You um… you ever go?” he asks.
“I went to one of their opening night events and met a few people, some of which ended in hook-ups outside of the club. But it was all very intense.”
“How do you mean?”
“I like a bit of kink, but they were very into their kink, and I had my limits I guess.”
His eyes darken as they roam my body; the robe doesn’t matter; he knows every inch of what’s underneath .
“What kind of stuff did you do?” he asks, “And… what did you like?”
My heart beats a little faster; is this turning him on?
“Well,” I say, lifting my knee slightly so my robe falls free, exposing my thigh; his eyes dart to it before meeting mine again. “It was the first time I realized I liked having other people take control a bit. With everything going on it was nice to not have to think.”
I fiddle with the tie of my robe, no longer able to meet his gaze, his eyes so intense.
“Go on,” he says, his voice deeper than usual.
“I liked the light impact stuff, like spanking, but it got a bit much with the toys—the paddles and floggers and stuff. One guy was into rope bondage, and I didn’t mind being tied up a bit, but he wanted to do this crazy intricate rope harness suspension stuff, and I just couldn’t relax and get into it. ”
“Hmm,” he murmurs before swallowing thickly.
His eyes are back on my thigh now, which he’s gripping in his hand.
“It’s never been like this for me before though. Like you said, none of it ever meant anything to me, until you.”
Swinging my legs off the sofa, I move to straddle him, leaning against him to claim his lips in a kiss.
I roll my hips into his lap, knowing that the layers of our robes will dull the intensity; but he teased me for ages in the bath, it’s his turn now.
His hands grip my hips, trying to dictate my movements, so I gently place my hands over his and squeeze.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, “let me make you feel good.”
He lets out a long breath, loosening his grip on me, giving in to my pace as I roll my hips against him.
“I need to feel you, Elizabeth. ”
I open our robes and rub myself along his shaft, not taking him into me yet; but letting him feel how wet I am, enjoying the slickness without any barriers between us.
“You like feeling how wet I am for you,” I ask.
He moans. “Fuck, yes.”
I reach my hand between my legs, using my fingers to gather some of my juices, before lifting them up to his mouth, teasing him with them.
He quickly claims my fingers, sucking them clean, and while they’re still in his mouth I lower myself onto his cock.
Slowly taking him inch by inch, until he’s all the way in.
He groans around my fingers at the sensation of me sliding onto his cock. I keep my hips still for a while, gently engaging my muscles so he can feel me squeezing him, holding him inside me.
“Elizabeth… Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
I lift my hips, sliding off his cock slowly to tease him, before lowering myself down, taking all of him. I repeat this as slowly as I can, forcing myself not to rush, letting him feel every part of me, every sensation, however much I just want to fuck myself on his cock.
He’s stopped using words, noises escape his lips; then he grabs my hair and pulls me to him, crushing me into a kiss.
His tongue doing what I’m denying his cock, forcing into me, claiming me.
There’s nothing gentle about this kiss, but I know it’s the only way he can deal with all the other sensations he’s feeling.
I pull back. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” he cries, “Fuck, fuck me, please.”
I stop teasing him, slamming my hips down, taking him in one go, before quickly lifting and dropping down again. Building my rhythm, I guide his hands to my hips to help me, while he also uses his feet on the floor to thrust his hips up into me, matching my pace.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he pants, “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” I moan, “come inside me, fill me.”
He makes one final thrust, pulling me down with his hands; his head falling back as he moans through his orgasm, shuddering into me, followed by a few more pulses of his hips. I’m pulled against him as he pants into my shoulder, my arms holding him close while I stroke his hair with my fingers.
“Holy shit,” he says.
“You want to get a sofa like this for our place too?” I chuckle.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
We’re laughing as we stay curled up together, kissing and enjoying the lingering sensations.
Diablo
When it comes to Elizabeth, my appetite for her is never ending; she’s always laughing at me and telling me I’m insatiable, like she’s one to talk.
But by the next morning in the hotel, we’re both well and truly exhausted.
We’re lying in bed, and as I look around, there’s not a single surface I haven’t fucked her on—best night of my life for sure.
She’s currently on the phone ordering room service after telling me we need sustenance.
“All ordered,” she says, before nestling back into my chest, her leg draped over mine and her hair gathered under my face, the vanilla scent consuming me.
“I wish we didn’t have to leave,” I say.
“You’d have the energy for another night of that? ”
I chuckle. “Maybe not the whole night, but I wouldn’t say no to a night just sleeping in this bed, never slept on a mattress so comfy.”
“Yeah, it does put our beds to shame doesn’t it. Do you think reception would notice if we steal a mattress?”
I laugh at the image of us dragging a king-size mattress through the reception as though it belongs to us.
“I know I’ve lived a life of crime, but I don’t think even I’m sneaky enough to pull that off.” I tilt my head down and kiss her. “When we get a place of our own though, I promise I’ll buy you a mattress like this.”
“We keep making comments about that…” she says, her voice nervous, “but after I tell Donovan about us… we could… couldn’t we?”
“Absolutely,” I say.
“You don’t think it’s too soon; we’ve only been seeing each other a couple of months.”
“No way, it’s definitely not too soon.”
She chuckles. “How are you so sure?”
“Because it doesn’t scare me.”
“What do you mean?”