Twenty-Seven
Kat
Love You to Death – Type O Negative
The room is warm and bright, nothing like the previous one. White silky fabric covers each wall, making the space feel smaller, more intimate. A hundred candles are lit, giving off a warm glow that makes the shadows dance.
In the middle of the room lies a beautiful hand-carved wooden bed with intricate swirls on the headboard.
If I weren’t about to get fucked out of my mind, I would stop and marvel at the craftsmanship.
But right now, I can barely register anything past the thunder of my heartbeat and the throb pulsing between my legs.
Something about being here with him, away from the music and people, makes it feel all the more personal.
My heartbeat falters when I spot a white bottle of lube and a box of condoms on the nightstand. Seeing the evidence of what’s coming makes it more real. My stomach dips as he takes my hand in his. Nerves claw their way up my spine, but the deep anticipation low in my stomach pushes it back.
I glance at the door, noticing that there’s no peephole.
Interesting.
Elias notices the focus of my attention. “I promise you I will fuck you in front of an audience. Anywhere. Any time.” His hands come to my hips, pulling me flush against his torso. “But tonight you’re mine. And I don’t want to share this moment with anyone.”
He guides me to the bed, and I lower myself onto it, the soft fabric cushioning my exposed thighs. He stands in front of me, towering over me. The proof of how turned on he is stands right in front of my face.
The words send a shiver down my spine. I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist but exploring that new fantasy will have to wait. Tonight I’m his. Just his. The realization sends a flood of wetness between my thighs.
His fingers rest below my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him. He’s fucking beautiful. His hair, usually pulled up in a low ponytail, is now undone and falling around his shoulders, his piercing blue eyes fixed firmly on my face. Not my body, but my face. Like he’s looking for reassurance.
“Do you want this, Kat?” he asks, his hand cupping my jaw lightly. “Because I’ve waited so long for this moment. When I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
My chest flutters. “Yes,” I breathe, holding his eye contact. I’ve never meant a single word more. For the first time in a long time, I’m allowing myself to take what I want.
“If you want to stop, tell me and I will.”
And with those few words, something in my chest loosens and the knot in my stomach eases.
He grabs a fistful of hair and pulls me towards him, our mouths clashing together.
It’s a frenzy of lips, tongue, and teeth as weeks of tension unfold.
All the stolen glances from the stage. Every charged moment.
Every second where I wondered if I imagined his attraction to me.
Apparently, I didn’t. Everything explodes into this kiss.
His hand gently tugs on my hair, and a moan slips free, swallowed instantly by his mouth.
He takes my lower lip between his teeth and gently bites down.
Electricity shoots straight to my clit and I pull him closer.
I can’t help but undulate my hips with the pressure that’s building and building in my core.
“I need to see you,” he says, breaking the kiss.
His hands snake behind me and loosen the strings of my corset before pulling it over my head, and my breasts spring free. He pulls the zipper of my skirt, pulling it down along with my panties. I lean back on my elbows, completely bare to him.
A familiar instinct whispers in the back of my mind, telling me to cover myself, to shrink under his gaze or do literally anything other than lie here like an offering on an altar.
But I don’t. Instead, I lift my chin slightly and let him look.
The hunger in his expression sends a rush of heat through my body.
There’s something so erotic about being completely bare and having him look at me like this while he’s in full suit.
“Fuck, Kat,” he hisses as his gaze roams over my body. He drags his palms over my thighs and molds them gently. “You’re perfect.”
And with those two words, something like confidence settles inside me.
He takes a nipple between his fingers and gently squeezes. I let out a small cry as my pussy contracts, painfully empty.
“So responsive…” he murmurs before taking my nipple into his mouth.
His tongue flicks over the hard peak as my head falls back.
Each flick of his tongue sends another jolt of electricity straight to my aching core.
I’m painfully aware how fucking wet I am.
The evidence of my arousal drips down between my ass as my hips begin to rock back and forth.
I feel like I’ve been left on the precipice of my orgasm for so long.
It feels delicious, but I need to be tipped over the edge.
I let out a soft moan. The pressure building between my legs is too much. I need friction. I need him.
His tongue continues flicking over my nipple as his hand travels down my stomach. Too fucking slow. I let out a small moan of frustration and try desperately to buck my hips up to meet his hand.
“Patience, little rebel,” he chuckles. The vibration of his voice against my nipple brings a new sensation into the equation, making my head spin with need.
His fingers tangle in my pubic hair, giving it a light tug. My hips jerk, desperate for touch and friction.
“Please, Elias,” I breathe.
He bites down on my nipple as his fingers finally ghost over my clit in lazy circles. I squeeze my eyes shut as waves of pleasure roll up my spine.
“Eyes on me, Kat,” he growls, and I open my eyes.
The sight in front of me makes my pussy contract.
He’s kneeling between my legs, his lips red and swollen from sucking on my nipples.
His fingers are painfully close to my clit, but not touching.
The look in his eyes is almost enough to make me come undone right here and now.
He presses his middle finger against my throbbing clit, but he doesn’t move, just keeps it pressed against the swollen nub with perfect pressure.
I grind my hips against his hand, desperate for more friction.
I’m so turned on that even this scant whisper of a touch is enough to make my toes curl as the coil in my stomach threatens to spring free.
My muscles stiffen as my back arches. I’m so fucking close. My entire body feels like it’s connected to a live wire. Every nerve is alive and focused on the slow, gentle movements of his fingers. I’ve never felt this aware in my own body before.
He quickly pulls his hand away from my pussy, and I let out a small shriek.
“I was so close!” I cry as my pussy flutters around the emptiness he leaves behind.
He chuckles softly, his hands palming my hips.
“I will let you come, little rebel. I just needed to see this moment.” He leans back on his heel, eyes roaming over my writhing body as he sucks his lower lip between his teeth.
“You’re fucking perfect. Your clit is so swollen and needy, just begging to be tipped over the edge,” he whispers as he lightly brushes over the sensitive bud, sending a ripple of pleasure through me.
“I’ve waited so long to see you like this.
Spread out in front of me like a fucking goddess. ”
My pussy throbs as I frantically try to find any friction.
“Please, Elias,” I breathe, painfully aware of how fucking needy I sound.
“Yes, little rebel. Beg for me. Beg me to fill this needy pussy and let you come.” His eyes are hooded and dark as he looks up at me, and I nearly come undone right there. My pussy flutters at his words and the sight before me. If he wants me to beg, I’ll fucking beg.
“Please make me come, Elias.”
I barely get the words out before he plunges two fingers deep inside me, the wet sound filling the room. He curls his fingers, hitting the sensitive spot as his other hand rests on my pelvis, rubbing my clit. I clench around him as he applies delicious pleasure to my g-spot.
My head falls back, and I let out a long moan, the pleasure building rapidly. I feel my pussy grow impossibly wetter, the evidence slick against my thighs.
“Elias, I’m going to come!” I pant, silently begging him not to leave me on the razor’s edge again.
“Come for me, little rebel,” he whispers.
And with those words, I shatter. My back arches off the bed, and I’m vaguely aware of the sounds coming from me, but I can’t place them.
Electricity fires in every nerve as my pussy contracts.
I feel a flush of liquid as Elias lets out a low growl.
Darkness lines my vision as my hips buck against his hand that’s still working my g-spot, dragging every last delicious sensation out of me.
As I come down from my high, I barely register my legs being thrown over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
“Now that I know you can squirt, I need to taste it.”
I barely register the words before his lips are on my pussy, licking me from bottom to top. My hips buck off the bed, but he wraps his hands around my thighs, keeping me in position.
“Elias, I can’t. It’s too much,” I cry, every nerve in my pussy heightened in ways they’ve never been before.
He lets go of one of my thighs and pushes his fingers inside me, curling them deliciously as pressure builds in my abdomen. There’s almost no resistance, my pussy slick with my juices.
Pleasure builds in my spine again as his tongue flicks over my sensitive clit. How is this possible? I’ve read of multiple orgasms and squirting in romance novels, but I never thought I’d be capable of it myself.