Chapter 23 Eloise #2
Riot’s tongue slides out of my pussy, licking up my center to rest on my swollen clit.
His lips circle the bundle of nerves, and he sucks gently, causing black spots to line my vision as a wave of intense ecstasy shreds through me.
I open my mouth but can’t cry out, my body frozen in a state of shuddering bliss, succumbing to Riot’s expert touch.
I’m barreling toward the edge when Riot slides his hand between my thighs, pressing the pad of his thumb against my back hole. My eyes go wide, and I jerk, not accustomed to the strange sensation.
Riot looks up, his gaze heated as he brushes his thumb against my opening once more, lighter this time. “Do you like that, Eloise?”
My face burns, and I’m not quite sure how to respond. “I… I think so.”
He shakes his head, still working me with his hand. “You need to tell me what you like, little muse. Tonight is about your pleasure. Nothing you say will offend me, beautiful. I live to please you. To worship this pretty cunt.”
A wave of fire pulses from my core, spreading over my skin until it consumes me. If I’m really honest…
“Yes… yes, I like it,” I whisper.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he says, lowering his mouth back to my pussy. His tongue laps greedily at my center, and my head falls back as I succumb to the waves of pleasure his mouth brings.
He toys with my clit while the other works my tight hole, stretching me, the sensation too much to bear. Too good.
And then he rises, lips circling my clit while his other hand slides between my thighs, fingertips searching my pussy. He presses a finger inside my slicked pussy, and a deep moan claws out of my throat, the black dots convalescing, spreading to the corners of my vision.
Riot adds another finger, curling them back and up as he sucks hard on my clit. The sensations are too much, all at once, and I explode.
Stars spark behind my eyes as my body shudders, every muscle quivering as my orgasm rips through me. Starlight explodes from my pores, filling the room with heat and the sounds of my unending bliss.
When I finally come down, I’m breathless, panting, and flushed.
And Riot’s face is covered in… something.
Clear liquid drips from his brows, sliding down the planes of his face onto his waiting tongue. There’s a ravenous glint in his yellow eyes, more animal than man, and it causes me to shudder all over again.
“Did I just…?”
“Squirt on my face? Yes.”
My face flushes, embarrassment running hot through my veins. I cannot believe I did that…
I pull back, wanting to retreat into my shell—but Riot’s gone mad, and he’s having none of it. He looks positively ravenous, licking his lips, his eyes glowing with an unmistakable sheen of pride.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispers, kissing my thigh. “What a good fucking girl. So dirty. So mine.”
My throat bobs as Riot straightens, ripping off his shirt. His pants are next, leaving him in a pair of boxers that clearly show the outline of his cock. I stare helplessly at the arm between his legs, wondering how that would ever possibly fit inside me.
My lips part. “Riot, I… there’s something I need to tell you.”
His brows meet as he leans over me, cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand.
“Anything, sweet girl.”
I reach up, fingertips dipping below the waistband of his boxers as I worry my lip. “I’ve never really… done any of this before,” I whisper, my face heating. “Like… anything.”
His thumb brushes over the apple of my cheek, his gaze warm and open. He’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in the entire world, like I’m something worth protecting. Worth saving.
“We can stop now if you’re not ready,” he says, his voice incredibly soft. “I’d wait my whole life just for a taste of you, Eloise. You’ve given me more than I ever deserved. If you’re not ready—”
I shake my head, cutting him off. “I’m ready. I want to do this with you. I just… needed to tell you. In case it changes things—”
He leans down, kissing me hard, stealing the air from my lungs. When he pulls away, I’m lightheaded, my vision focused on the beautiful man above me.
“Never say that,” Riot whispers. “I’m all yours, sweet girl. This changes nothing.” He presses a light kiss to my lips, softer, more loving than ever before. “Let me show you.”
Instead of answering, I slide his boxers down, freeing his cock.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, trying not to gasp at the sight of his pierced cock. I had caught a glimpse of it at the beach the night we went skinny-dipping, but I don’t remember it being so fucking massive.
Curiously, I reach a fingertip toward the silver ring at the tip. As soon as I make contact, Riot hisses, his abdomen shuddering violently.
“Is it sensitive?” I whisper, sliding my finger over the head.
“Yes,” he groans, shuddering as his head falls back. “Fuck, yes.”
Not knowing what else to do, I pull back, but Riot stops me, guiding my hand gently back toward his cock. Looking deep into my eyes, he wraps my hand around the base, showing me how to move it back and forth.
“Just like that… fuck.” His eyes roll to the back of his head, and my blood spikes with adrenaline. “You’re doing so good. Fuck, that feels amazing.”
As I continue working him, I’m filled with a strange sense of power. Right now, it feels like I could make Riot do anything I wanted with the touch of a finger. With a simple glance.
I continue pumping him, loving the way his muscles shudder, the way his face twists with pleasure at my touch.
His breathing hitches, abdomen tightening. “Eloise… fuck.” His hand snaps to my wrist, stopping me from moving.
I let go, and he pushes me back onto the mattress, dragging my ass to the edge. His hands grip my knees, pushing them out to the side and spreading my pussy, baring all of me to him. Just before he moves forward, though, he freezes, pulling back to stare deep into my eyes.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Eloise?” He slides a hand up my thigh, his touch soft, soothing. “What you want?”
“Yes,” I whimper, not needing to think about it. “Yes, Riot. I want you. I need you.”
Riot’s breath stutters to a halt, and he stares down at me as if the heavens opened up. He disappears for a second, and when he’s back, he’s rolling a condom expertly onto his thick length.
Riot steps between my thighs, fisting his cock and pumping it savagely as he gazes down at my spread, glistening pussy. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, lining the tip of his cock up with my opening.
Riot’s head presses against my pussy, dipping in just enough for me to feel him, to crave more. Riot braces a hand by my head as he leans over, pressing a series of heated kisses to my throat and mouth. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers, nipping at my jaw. “I want to hear you say it again.”
I whimper, my hips jerking, desperate to feel him. “I want you, Riot. I want your cock.”
He groans, head falling back as he presses inside me.
As soon as he moves, my walls clench, unaccustomed to the feeling of fullness taking me over.
My eyes water as he slides in inch by inch, coating his length in my arousal.
The ring at the tip of his cock rubs against my walls just so, drawing pleasure that combats the sharp sting of pain.
Riot goes achingly slow, stopping to check in whenever my face twists in discomfort. Once he’s halfway in, he starts moving slowly, a deep groan building in the base of his throat as he coats more of his length in my slick arousal.
Finally, I open up, and he slams all the way inside me, bellowing a moan. The pain is shocking, but the feel of Riot’s thick cock stretching me takes all of it away and fills me with a deep, yearning need. “More,” I whimper, moving my hips. “I need more.”
Riot stays seated deep inside me, his head lowered and shoulders shuddering as he tries to hold on, to keep control. “Eloise…”
My fingernails dig into his shoulders as he starts moving. It’s slow at first, but with each thrust, his movements become more erratic, pushing to the back of my walls with increasing strength.
His ring rubs my walls with each jerk of his hips, rubbing me in just the right way every time—a sensation that transcends any pleasure I’ve felt before in my life. The sensation grows and grows, and soon, I’m barreling toward the edge, desperate for the bliss Riot can give me.
“You’re doing so well,” he chokes. “You take me so well. So, so fucking well.”
He slides his hands under my ass, hoisting my lower half into the air as he continues fucking me, thrusting impossibly deeper with each hurried movement.
“Fuck me, you look so beautiful like this.” His head falls back, a deep groan echoing into the air, his grip tightening around my hips.
“This pussy was made for my cock. So perfect. So wet.”
He releases one of my hips, reaching down to my clit and toying with the swollen bundle of nerves. I cry out, my body shuddering, clenching around his cock.
The world goes black as I come.