Ella
He turns me to face away from him and my eyes go to a painting on the wall. Ironically, it depicts a pair of lovers in the throes of what I hope Jacob is about to show me, their bodies scantily clad and draped in fabrics that appear more like curtains than actual clothes.
I sway forward as his fingers find the laces of my corset and he begins to undo them. The soft rush of air that enters my lungs is the sweetest breath I’ve ever taken. Down, down, and down some more, he tugs and loosens my dress until the front gapes forward.
My eyes turn to the painting once more and upon closer inspection, I realize that the couple is not that of a man and a woman, but two men.
Their limbs stretched out atop one another, their legs and arms entangled together.
I don’t have but a moment to appreciate the artistry when Jacob practically rips the upper part of my gown off.
My breasts pop free as he spins me back around and yanks the sleeves off of my arms. Then the ties of the skirts. His breath is as heavy as my own, rocketing into the dark room with equal fervor that I feel rising in my blood.
Then, finally—blessedly—I’m standing in nothing more than the mask, white stockings, and my underwear. The cotton panties feel odd against my skin now that they’re revealed and on instinct, I cross one arm over my bared breasts and the other goes between my legs.
“No.” Jacob’s sharp voice makes me jump. He reaches out and grips my wrists, pulling my hands free from my own body as he presses me back against the side of the mattress. “Don’t fucking hide your body from me,” he demands. “You’re beautiful.”
Then, his lips are on mine again and I can’t remember why I was embarrassed. I can’t remember anything, much less why we shouldn’t be doing this. If he only knew…
Unwilling to let reality intrude into this secret pleasure of mine, I wrap my arms around Jacob’s shoulders and he lifts me onto the bed’s mattress so that I can do the same thing with my legs. Hooking them around his waist, his low masculine groan is the sweetest reward.
Hands fumble down below, gripping either side of my panties and a moment later, his lips are ripped from mine as he yanks them down my thighs and off my legs.
They disappear over his shoulder as he slides his suit coat off and jerks the peasant-style shirt he was wearing beneath it out of the waistband of his trousers.
“Yes,” I pant. “Faster.” His shirt and coat follow my underwear and then he’s back against me.
The thick length of him, restrained by his pants, rubs insistently against my core. What do boys call it? A pussy? A cunt? I wince at the second word. That sounds so … filthy. Yet, somehow, my insides react to it even in thought.
I can smell my own wetness and that knowledge has me moaning into Jacob’s mouth.
Hot hands find my legs and Jacob’s lips pull away again. I scramble to bring him back, scratching his biceps and whining low in my throat. The deep, masculine chuckle he releases reverberates throughout the room.
“Spread your legs, Ella,” he says, “and hook them—yes.” He lifts one of my thighs and places it over his shoulder before doing the same to the other. “Right here.”
Confusion swims through me as he slowly lowers himself to the ground, his knees hitting the rug-covered floor with a barely-audible sound. “What—” My question cuts off with a loud gasp as his mouth returns to me.
My back arches against the silken sheets of the bed as he latches onto my core, tongue flicking up and down my entrance—tasting me.
Shoving one hand through the dark curls of his hair and the other into my mouth, I bite back a groan.
Jacob’s wild, wicked tongue finds me again, tunneling inside and lapping up the juices that flow forth.
Jacob Colton is like a man possessed. He eats at my pussy as if he’s a starving man. My body bows upward, trying to get as close to him as physically possible as he consumes me.
Closing my eyes, I silently pray he doesn’t find my other secret. I want this. If he were to stop now, I might die. Jacob is a powerful man, but more than that, he’s a good man. If I tell him that I’m a virgin, I know he won’t take me—not the way I need him to.
My hips undulate beneath him as harsh breaths fill my lungs. With my thighs on either side of his head and his mouth devouring my pussy, stars begin to dance above me. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
All of the rumors circling Jacob Colton suddenly make sense. The beast of the Colton family is far deadlier than I ever anticipated. He’s hungry and I’ve allowed myself to become his meal.
Higher and higher, I climb the invisible mountain of release as Jacob licks and sucks at my clit and cunt, more wetness spawning from his ministrations. Then, as if he senses how close to the peak I am, he looks up and smiles.
Pearl white teeth glint in the moonlight, more feral than that of any true animal. His lips lower as if in slow motion, except this time they don’t go for my entrance. Instead, they focus on the bundle of nerves above my pussy. Jacob latches his mouth onto my clit and all is lost.
A scream echoes up my throat, cut off by a hard hand pressing over my mouth a moment later as my entire body shatters and comes apart. He holds me like that for what feels like forever. His hand on my mouth, silencing my cries as he devours me and sucks me and sends me straight into the heavens.
When I come back down, I’m coated in a thin sheen of sweat and sagging from the release.
It’s not over.
Not by a long shot.