Chapter Twenty-Seven
Leaning into his hold, she deepened the kiss, ready for more. His hands finally left her face and slid over her body to cup her ass. Lifting her slightly, he walked her backwards towards the bed. He stopped short of pressing her down on it, though, instead setting her back on her feet.
“Are you going to make me beg again?” She murmured against his mouth. He tensed slightly, pulling back.
“No,” he said, throat bobbing. “Not after…”
She searched his suddenly guarded expression. Not after she’d begged him for blood, she realised. While the memories of tearing her hands apart on her door and of Eli restraining her on her bedroom floor while she’d screamed for help were hazy in her mind, he would remember them with clarity. She was suddenly flooded with a wave of hot, sticky shame.
“Will you bite me?” She asked instead.
His guarded expression eased, and his mouth ticked up in a smile. Once more, his hands smoothed over her face, but this time they drew lower, settling around her nape. “No, Witchling. That party trick is to be used sparingly. We don’t want you to lose sensitivity from overuse now, do we?”
That was debatable. Eli ran a thumb over her bottom lip and she realised she was pouting. He chuckled lightly. “Those two things are off the table today, but nothing else is. Tell me what else you liked last time.”
She flushed beet-red again. Unlike last time, she was dead sober, her tongue hesitating over the words it wanted to spill. Eli slid closer, his mouth hovering over hers, and a thumb applied pressure to her throat in a way that made her pulse jump. When he spoke, his voice held a rasping timbre that ripped down her spine like wildfire. “Tell me, Witchling.”
“I liked when you told me what to do.” Her own voice came out husky around the hold he still had on her neck. “I liked your cock in my throat. I liked it when you came inside me.”
There were a thousand things she liked. A thousand things she wanted him to do again but at that last one, his nostrils flared and his lips came crashing down on hers, stealing her breath and any subsequent thoughts she was planning to voice.
The air squeezed away to nothing between them and his firm length pressed against her stomach through his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing briefs. She palmed him, eliciting a heady groan before he pulled away completely.
“Get undressed.”
She pulled her shirt over her head, then glanced at the vast windows. The street was a fair way off, beyond the rolling lawn, but she could still make out a couple walking by with their dog. “Are you going to -”
“No.” He cut her off as he slipped out of his own shirt, revealing honed muscles that rippled over his tanned abdomen, forming a V that vanished provocatively beneath the band of his sweatpants. Biting her tongue over a retort that would probably see her punished, she hauled her crop over her head and freed herself of her tights.
Eli observed each motion with a mercury gaze. When she was completely naked, he moved forward again, but didn’t touch her. “Hop on the bed.”
Teeth now digging into her bottom lip to squash the words that wanted to taunt him back, she obeyed, sliding onto the bed until she sat in the middle of it.
“Now touch yourself.”
Her eyebrows shot up and once more her gaze darted to the windows. He stepped closer to the bed, a smirk on his face. “What’s the matter, Witchling?”
She flushed red. “I’ve never masturbated in front of someone before.”
He rounded the bed, opening a bedside table drawer. “I distinctly remember you quite enthusiastically fucking yourself the last time we played this game.”
She flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. “I was drunk, and it was dark.”
“I can see you just as well in the dark as I can now. Here.” He tossed a handful of white silicone objects at her. Dick-shaped objects. She picked one up, pressing a button at the base to make it vibrate. She was suddenly even more subconscious than before.
“How many people have you used these on?”
He straightened from his rummaging through the drawer and stilled. “They’re new, Soph,” he frowned. “I bought them for you.”
She stared at him, then at the white cock rumbling in her hand. “You did? When?”
“A few weeks ago. I - wasn’t really thinking. I got them and stashed them away, not really expecting to ever get to use them.”
Even when he’d been angry with her, he’d still been thinking about her pleasure, about their games together. She lowered the head of the dildo down between her thighs, gasping as the vibrations struck her clit.
Eli prowled slowly back around the bed, watching intensely, but still not joining her. Closing her eyes, she slid the toy up and down her folds, coating it with her pleasure before pressing the head inside herself.
A strangled growl had her eyes flashing open to catch Eli’s molten gaze pinned on the toy between her legs. His cock was raging hard, straining against his pants, but he made no move to touch himself.
“You know,” she panted, her tongue loosening beneath the pleasure that coiled in her core. She moved the dildo in and out at a languid pace. “I thought I was coming here so you could fuck me, not so I could fuck myself.”
She thought the taunt would bring him closer, but he watched her with a dark gaze for a moment longer before hooking his thumbs in the band of his sweatpants and rolling them down.
His cock sprang free, throbbing and gloriously silken, followed by lean, brown thighs and calves. Finally naked, he moved around to the side of the bed again, reaching over to caress her face. Her eyelids fluttered closed again, which was a mistake. He took advantage of her lowered defences, hooking a hand under her chin and yanking her to the very edge of the bed, so her head hung over it and she was staring at him upside down.
“Keep going,” he requested, one hand stroking her face while the other ran up and down the length of his cock. She gripped the base of the toy still embedded in her and pulled it free to roll it over her clit again.
“I’ve thought of a game we can play,” he murmured, thumb grazing over her jawline to her lips. They parted for him, her tongue swirling over the digit as it swept into her mouth. “How about, every time you orgasm, I’ll come on you or in you? Would you like that, Witchling?”
“Yes,” she breathed, already nearing her first one. Her legs quivered, and she pressed the toy harder against herself.
Eli replaced his thumb with the head of his cock, smearing the beads of fluid that leaked from the tip across her lips. She lapped them up, then tipped her head back further, elongating her neck and opening her mouth for him.
With a groan, he fed his cock down her throat until it hit resistance. Eyes watering, she gagged against the sensation and he drew back, but not all the way out. She curled her tongue around his shaft and, bracing a fist against the mattress by her head, he thrust into her again.
With his cock pounding against her throat, the toy working frenetically against her clit finally unspooled her. With a muffled shout, she bucked against her own hand, pleasure waves rippling through her.
“Fuck,” the word fell from Eli’s parted lips as he jerked in her mouth, releasing a salty spurt of cum against the back of her throat before wrenching free and spilling the rest over her lips, neck and breasts.
Chest heaving, he braced both fists either side of her head, the length of his cock twitching away the last of his pleasure against the side of her face.
Body lax with her own release, Soph ran her tongue over her lips, catching the droplets he’d left there, devouring the salty, sweet taste of him. He watched her through hooded lids, a smile at the corners of his mouth, before he leaned down and kissed her.
It was a languid, post-sex kiss that quickly turned heated again. As his tongue swept into her mouth, his hands skated over her body, smearing the creamy cum that adorned her breasts over her nipples. At some point Soph had let go of her toy, so she took the opportunity to reach up and completely muse Eli’s too-neat hair. He chuckled against her mouth, then drew away, surveying her fully.
“I think we can make a bit more of a mess,” he decided. “Roll over, my pretty little witchling.”
She did as he commanded, shimmying back onto the bed and twisting onto her stomach. From this angle, she could see through the huge vista windows again, but instead of being worried that someone walking by might spot them, she found she no longer cared. Let them see. Let them watch this god of a man have his way with her.
Eli crawled over the bed to her, taking up two of the toys. One - the one she’d just been using on herself - he kept in his own hand. The other he handed to her. It was the size of her palm and when she pressed the button, it pulsed rather than vibrated.
Smoothing a hand over her ass, Eli took hold of her hips and hitched them up, positioning himself behind her. With the vibrator turned off on the dildo in his hand, he drew the head of it through the slick between her thighs, sliding it into her entrance to fully coat it before dragging it up to her asshole.
“Oh my god,” she groaned, pulling a pillow forward to bury her face in it as he worked the head of the dildo into her ass.
“Come now, Witchling,” he murmured. “I need you to use your words if you want me to stop.”
Still clutching the pillow, she turned her head to the side so he could at least see her face. “Don’t stop.”
A low hum sounded from deep in his chest as he worked the toy deeper. He was hard again already. She could feel the press of his cock against her backside. The way he held her meant she couldn’t wriggle onto it, but she pressed the palm-sized stimulator between her legs, letting out a heady groan as it stirred her throbbing core back into action.
“There,” Eli said, triumphant, and she could feel the full length of the toy stretching and filling her ass. Once more, his hand smoothed over the curve of her backside. “You really have the most wonderful ass.” He leaned down and bit it.
Soph jerked forward. A gasp of pain caught on her lips, but Eli grasped her hips and tugged her back, this time impaling her on his length with a single thrust.
Full. So full. With the toy in one hole and his cock in the other, Soph didn’t think she’d ever felt anything so achingly good as being stuffed to the brim with dicks.
Eli’s pace started evenly, before quickening in time with the stimulator pulsing against her clit. Her next orgasm rose quickly, seizing all her muscles, turning her breaths to desperate pants as she rubbed hard, driving herself to the precipice.
“Fill me, Eli,” she begged, her entire body a raging inferno of need. “Coat my pussy in cum.”
He swore, gripping her tight and thrusting wildly. She rolled off the precipice into another crashing orgasm, as Eli spurted hot cum inside her, each jerk of his cock soaking her pulsing walls.
“You little shit,” he panted as he withdrew. Laughing devilishly, Soph tried to roll to her side, but he kept her upright, now working the toy in her ass up and down. “Stay right where you are. Keep that stimulator running. The next orgasm is going to come quickly, I think.”
She rolled the stimulator over her clit. It was starting to feel a little battered. She wasn’t sure if she had another one in her.
Eli was doing something behind her. For a few moments, the toy pumped in and out of her ass. Then his fingers were curling in the wet juices that coated her slit and thighs, smearing it further. Finally, his fingers were replaced with the head of his cock. Founders, was he hard again already?
Slipping inside her, he thrust slowly before angling his body over hers so he could grasp a handful of her hair, still secured in a bun atop her head. “Watch this.”
He tossed his phone on the pillow in front of her, video already playing. With a gasp, she realised it was a video of her backside.
Creamy white cum trickled from her swollen entrance, followed by a slough of it as Eli dipped his fingers in her opening and coaxed more out. The head of his cock swirled through it next, spreading it, plunging into it. She could hear the wet slap of his balls, both in the video and now, where he was already greedily fucking her again.
“Eli…” she whimpered, eyes transfixed on the video as it played again. Her clit throbbed beneath the stimulator. Her walls clenched around his cock, making him gasp roughly against her back. His pace turned wild, and she was sure each thrust rearranged her organs. A third orgasm tore through her, shattering her like glass. Could the people on their morning walk hear her screaming obscenities?
He filled her again and this time, as he pulled free, he slapped her pussy with his hand, invoking a final jolt through her release. Unable to hold herself up any longer, Soph rolled to her side with a groan, feeling sticky, full and utterly spent. But Eli wasn’t done. Grey eyes wild, he pushed her knees apart. “One more,” he begged. Begged! She couldn’t believe it.
“How could you even have the energy for more?”
“I need to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh.” Eying the toy in her palm, she set it aside. “I don’t know that I can do the vibrations again.”
“That’s okay,” he pressed her knees wide, hooking them over his shoulders. “I’ll finish you.”
She jolted at the feel of his broad tongue sweeping down her inner thigh before curling around her clit in smooth, sweeping strokes. And it was entirely the thought of this man lapping up their combined fluids just to ensure another orgasm from her before he took his own that had her hands clenched in his hair and screaming his name as she unravelled one last time.
Mouth glistening, he pressed her knees back together and tipped her legs to one side. Pulling the toy from her ass, he fitted his cock at the entrance instead.
“Tell me if I need to stop.”
Never. She never wanted him to stop. He filled her asshole, stretching it wide, and as she stared at his glorious, sweat-sheened body, muscles tightly corded, dark hair in disarray, their fluids smeared up his stomach like they were over her ass, she knew she never wanted this thing between them to end.