14. Mia
FOURTEEN
Mia
“Well, this escalated quickly,” I say to the hickey I’ve left on Elias’s neck. He sits across from me at this nice restaurant in the Garden District, and I’m taking a sick satisfaction out of knowing that this gorgeous Adonis with a legendary dick is mine for twenty-four hours. And that maybe he’s been mine for our entire lives.
He grins at me, feral, all incisors and teeth, and I get wet all over again. It’s like fucking Pavlov, or whatever his name is. I don’t know because I’m unable to string logical thought together.
It doesn’t help that Elias has stayed true to his word. He will not, and maybe cannot, stop touching me. Any time I’m within arm’s reach, which honestly has been for the last hour or two, his hand is on my hip or around the curve of my ass or brushing against my back or collaring my neck. Pulling on my hair. Kissing my lips, my forehead, my eyelids , for fuck’s sake. Insisting on holding my hand when we walked to dinner. Pandora’s Box is right.
But all this touching and feeling and kissing and grinning is really turning me on, and Elias smirks at me over a half eaten plate of gumbo as I squirm in my seat.
“I think it’s escalated pretty perfectly,” he replies. “Ten days ago, I realized you had really great tits, and today I got to put them in my mouth. Seems like a reasonable timeline.”
“Was it really only ten days ago?” I mutter, wondering if my dress is ruined.
He thinks for a second, looking at the ceiling, his beautiful mouth counting quietly. “Yep. There was that one morning I walked into your room and your hot little nipples were poking out of your thin-ass tank top. I think that was… last Wednesday.”
“Unbelievable,” I shake my head. “And on the eleventh day, it ends.”
His eyes become flat. “Yes.”
I look down at my plate, feeling weirdly needy. “We wasted so much time,” I say.
He takes my hand across the table, kissing my fingertips. “That means we have to make the most out of tonight,” he says, deftly changing the subject. He sucks my pointer finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. It’s as if it’s connected directly to my clit. “If I checked under your dress right now, how wet would I find you? You’ve had your legs crossed all night, squeezing your little clit between them.”
I do just that. “Honestly, I think I’ve ruined my dress,” I whisper.
His pupils dilate. I’m pretty sure my eyes are just two giant black orbs. He sinks his teeth into my wrist , of all fucking places, and I think if I grind on my clit for just thirty more seconds, I’ll be able to come.
“What do you need, baby? Use your words.”
“I need you,” I say under my breath. “I need you inside me.”
“Nope. How about you go touch yourself in the bathroom instead,” he tells me. “Get yourself nice and wet so that I’ll slide right into you as soon as we get back to the hotel.”
I whimper, running on autopilot and following orders and standing up on wobbly legs. I walk to the back of the restaurant, and thank god we’re not in New York right now, because there are like ten individual bathroom rooms in this spacious restaurant.
I pick the last one on the left, but when I open the door, a giant mass all but shoves me inside.
“Just kidding. I don’t know why I even bother telling you ‘no’ anymore,” Elias says, slamming the door behind him and descending upon me, his mouth hot on mine.
This time it’s hard and sloppy and a little bit mean. He spins us and crushes me against the door, biting at my lips and lifting one of my legs to wrap around his waist.
He slips his hand under the mini skirt of my dress. We both groan into each other’s mouths. “Fuck,” he whispers.
“I told you,” I breathe.
“This is going to be for me,” he tells me, massaging my clit, slipping his fingers in and out of me in a perfect rhythm. “You can tell me what you want later.” He uses his other hand to rip the top of my dress down, and I thank myself for not wearing a bra when he puts the tip of my breast in his mouth. My dress has been reduced to a band around my waist, I notice, when I see us in the mirror above the sink.
Elias gets down on one knee, a twisted proposal, lifting one of my legs and throwing it over his shoulder. He looks at my pussy with awe. “This is really what I wanted for dinner,” he tells me, before licking a long stripe up the middle.
It’s almost unfair how good he is at this, tongue and teeth snaking through every inch of my center with the confidence he usually carries himself with. I’ve never had better. No one even comes close to comparison, and he knows it, with the way his green eyes gleam up at me through thick eyelashes.
I swallow a scream. I’m torn between looking down at his mouth sucking on my clit and looking at the two of us in the mirror, my leg thrown over his broad back. My eyes go back and forth between the two sights but then squeeze shut when he slides two thick fingers in. What do I do with my hands?! , I think vaguely, then decide to thread them through Elias’s hair so I can pull at it when I come. Which happens… immediately.
Light bursts behind my closed eyelids, and I detonate. It’s vicious and insane, and my back arches with the force of it, waves and waves of pleasure only increasing as I grind down on Elias’s tongue and fingers.
Elias stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and for some reason he’s saying, “Fuck, I really don’t want the first time I fuck you to be in a fucking public bathroom,” even while moving me over to the sink and putting my hands on the mirror and bending me over. It’s then that I realize that I’ve been babbling some semblance of “fuck me, please,” over and over again.
I watch him in the mirror, and I look so tiny in front of his giant body looming behind mine. It takes him half a second to yank his wallet out of his pocket, throwing it on the floor after he takes out a condom, another half a second to rip the wrapper open with his teeth, and another half a second to unzip his pants and pull his dick out. I squeak as he rolls the condom on, panicking because there’s no way that thing is going to fit.
He seems confident that it will, because he wastes no time pushing into me, carefully, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, and it’s immediately too much, too much, too much.
“You can take it,” Elias murmurs into my ear, gently sawing his hips back and forth and resting his head on my shoulder. Finally, maybe hours later, he’s seated to the hilt. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone this big, this thick before.
“Oh god. Oh, no. Oh, wow,” he’s muttering.
“So full,” I whisper.
“So good,” he groans between clenched teeth, at the same time. “What the fuck is this? What the fuck is happening?”
He gives me a second to adjust, and we lock eyes in the mirror. We have a Moment with a capital M, and it’s in a public bathroom. Elias Miller is inside me right now , I think vaguely, and I’d bet he’s thinking something similar. We’re a mess, our eyes indeed black orbs, our hair everywhere, his mouth still wet from minutes ago, my tits red with marks and obscenely hanging over the top of my dress. He looks down between us.
“Unreal,” he says. “I wish you could see this,” he says, starting to move. “My big dick fucking your tight pussy.”
He’s slow at first, clearly admiring the sight, which works for me, because I can feel every inch this way, and he’s so deep I can almost feel him in my throat. “You feel incredible, Gorgeous. Fuck. Look at you,” he’s grunting between thrusts. “Knew it would be like this.”
He adjusts his angle behind me, and now my toes in my heels are barely brushing the floor, my weight almost entirely suspended by his hips. We both moan at the new feeling, and that’s when Elias loses control.
He lifts one of my knees onto the counter, thrusting more violently, muttering increasingly filthy things into my ear. One massive hand is suddenly on my boob, using it to propel me backwards onto his dick, and his other hand reaches around me and starts rubbing tight circles around my clit.
I’m gasping for air at this point, my orgasm creeping up slowly this time, starting at the base of my back, and I know it’s going to be huge and violent. “I’m close,” I manage.
“I feel it,” Elias answers, and he takes that opportunity to start slamming into me.
It slowly crawls up my spine and locks into place when Elias pinches my clit and grunts, “You’re mine, Mia,” into my ear.
I think I bite Elias’s hand, which is now covering my mouth, presumably to stifle my scream. I scream anyway, and I’m shuddering, shaking, flying, and floating away. His thrusts become uneven, and on three, two, one, he groans the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and he’s so big that I feel him pulsing and emptying into me.
His huge chest expands and contracts with the way he tries to catch his breath, and he still gathers me into his arms for a cuddle as best he can while we stand hovering over a bathroom sink. I don’t think I can speak, or stand without him holding me up, and he kisses up and down my neck, telling me how beautiful I am, how well I did.
Maybe seconds or hours later, he makes sure both my feet are planted on the ground before pulling out of me. I’m still in a daze as he tosses the condom in the trash, zips himself up, and turns me around to fix my dress, kissing me deeply, our tongues firmly in each other’s mouths.
“Wow,” is the first and the only thing I say.
He grins down at me, my favorite thing, but something about it is different, warmer somehow, and I radiate Big Swooning Energy. “An addendum to this wining and dining lesson—I’m the only one who’s ever allowed to fuck you in the restaurant bathroom.”
The you’ll never have anyone else like me is implied.
The bathroom was probably a good thing , I think, as we calmly walk hand in hand into our hotel room, turning the lights on when we get there. We don’t have to be animals anymore. We can take our time and take it slow and gentle, which is its own kind of magic.
We undress each other deliberately, our tongues almost lazily tangling together. I hate and love how insanely good he is at everything, at all of this, kissing included, his tongue knowing where to meet mine at every turn and the angle at which best to slide. I peel his shirt off, and I can finally taste his skin and run my fingers across all the ridges and dips and divots of his muscled torso. My dress comes next, and his hands are all over me, too, the size of both of his hands spanning my entire back, pressing me into him so my tits are pushed against his chest, massaging my ass and spreading the lips of my already wet center.
I work the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down while he’s distracted by my neck. I pull his boxers and jeans down and off in one go, his erection rock hard and bobbing free. I take it in my hand and it’s comical and almost too porny, the size of it against my palm. His breath stutters. He rests his forehead on mine and we watch together as I trace every vein and the ridge at the head, stroking up and down.
“Will you tell me what to do?” I ask tentatively.
“Anything you do will feel good, but start by putting me in your mouth.”
I kneel down, his eyes watching me carefully. “This is about to be my new favorite thing,” he says, right before I wrap my mouth around him.
“Fuck, Mia,” he hisses, and I learn the shape of him with my tongue. “Give me some suction,” he manages.
I start sucking and pulling him deep, dragging my tongue down the length of him on every slide. He weaves his fingers in my hair, pulling it back and away from my face so he can watch me completely. “Look up at me for a sec,” he murmurs, and I look at him while bobbing back and forth, and I feel him get even harder in my mouth. “Gorgeous,” he says, and I preen.
“See how far you can take me,” he says next.
I take him down as far as I can, laughing and semi-choking when he hits the back of my throat and I’ve barely made it halfway.
He laughs, too, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Use your hands,” he tells me, and I use my hands and mouth and tongue to work him, sucking him deep like he asked. “It feels so good. Fuck, Mia,” he grunts, his hips now thrusting gently, his eyes squeezed shut. He gives three more thrusts for good measure, then pulls out and pulls me up to kiss me deeply, sliding his fingers between my legs.
“You’re always so wet,” he groans into my mouth.
“Only for you,” I gasp.
He lays me down on the bed and proceeds to worship my body, starting from my ankles and working his way up, kissing and licking and biting and rubbing parts of my body I’ve never known could be a turn on, and it’s right then and there that I learn the meaning of an erogenous zone. A kiss on my ankle. A lick behind my knee. A bite on the underside of my breast, all while his hands roam and smooth and pinch and grip. By the time he makes it up to my neck, I’m wound so tightly that I could snap at any second.
He moves back down between my legs, but I pull him back up. “No,” I tell him. “Just fuck me.”
He kneels up and smiles down at me, his eyes tracing over every inch of my body. I feel like a goddess. “It’s impossible to say no to you,” he says, before reaching down to his bag and pulling out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth, but hands it to me. “I want to watch you roll it on me.”
It’s an intimate thing, the two of us watching my trembling hands roll it all the way down his cock. He kisses me deeply again. “How do you want it?” he growls.
“Any way you’ll have me,” I answer nonsensically, and he freezes for a split second before I backtrack. “I want to watch you push into me,” I amend.
Elias piles all the pillows from the bed behind me, then rests me on top, so that my ass is still on the bed but my torso is tilted up. He wedges himself between my legs, his thighs so big they force my legs wide. “You aren’t ready for how fucking hot this is,” he warns me, gripping his cock at the base and positioning it at my entrance.
“Please,” I beg, as I writhe on the tip.
Slowly, so slowly, he starts pushing in, and he’s right; nothing can prepare me for how fucking hot this is, watching my lips stretch to accommodate his girth. He pushes in slowly, steadily, confidently, not bothering with a back and forth, and suddenly he’s seated and I feel it in my teeth, and I’m seconds away from coming.
He’s taking deep breaths, and I feel him twitching inside of me. “That was so hot. You feel so good,” he says between clenched teeth.
“I’m so close already,” I whine, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillows. “Please, move, please.”
“Go ahead, Gorgeous. Come for me,” he says, starting to move with deep, heavy strokes, pressing a thumb to my clit. I feel it down to my toes. “Do it. I’ll give you another when you’re done.”
“Oh fuck,” I’m rambling. “Oh god.” It’s a soft, smooth thing when I come, like waves settling on the shores of my skin and limbs. Like syrup, sweet and slow. It makes me smile.
“Look at you,” he says afterwards, with reverence. I open my eyes, and he’s looking down at me like I’m something to be worshipped. I feel his dick pulse inside me, so sensitive from my orgasm moments ago.
We study each other for a moment. I like this look, I decide, but it’s not the look I want right now. I want Greedy Elias, feral-for-me Elias. I want him to lose control.
I pull him down by the neck. “That was nice, but I want you to wreck my pussy, baby,” I say against his lips, giving him a taste of his own medicine, only feeling a little self-conscious. I rake my nails down the front of his chest. “Wreck me with your big dick.”
That was the right thing to say. The responding grin I get is the dangerous one. A predator identifying its prey. His eyes turn darker, the green lost amongst his pupils.
“Fuck it,” he says, “we have all night.” He yanks us back, pulling me off the pillows so that my back is flat on the bed. He throws both legs over his shoulders, tilts my hips up, folds me in half, and unleashes .
I think I’m crying as he pounds me into the bed, moaning incoherent nonsense as he hits a spot I thought only existed in books. “So good,” he pants. “You’re so fucking sexy. Can’t control myself around you. This pussy is unreal. I’m gonna have this pussy for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late-night fucking snack. How is it like this?” he’s muttering, rambling, unrelenting, while I feel my orgasm barreling up like a freight train.
I gasp. “Coming,” I wheeze, and I feel him get impossibly harder and larger inside me as he comes at the same time, and this one is a sharp, violent thing, and now we’re animals, writhing and grinding and riding it out simultaneously through damp, sweaty electricity. “Shit,” we’re both cursing, “fuck,” and I don’t know who’s saying what.
Elias all but shoves his tongue down my throat, and we’re pawing at each other as if we’ve just started. But eventually, slowly, we calm down, relax, and melt.
He rests his entire weight on top of me, and it’s one of my new favorite feelings, being crushed underneath him. His shoulders are in my line of sight, and they’re covered in scratches, because apparently I’ve mauled him like an animal. I like seeing them there, and I am pleasantly pleased and want to purr like a cat.
He rolls over onto his side, holding the condom at its base, ripping it off and tying it off and throwing it on the floor next to us. He gathers me into his arms, and I’m immediately engulfed by his chest.
“Wow,” is all I can say again.
He laughs out loud, the Dimple pops out, and I squeeze my lips together before telling it that I love it.