Chapter 15 #2
“Well, I shall take my leave then. Have a good evening, Edie, and please, pass on my regards to Elizabeth. Tell her that if she ever wishes to learn self-defence and how to use a knife in the correct manner to protect herself, I’d be happy to oblige.”
I smile. “I’ll let her know.”
He dips his head in acknowledgment, then turns on his heel and leaves.
For the next few minutes, I watch the pianist play.
Lost in his own world and oblivious to my presence, his fingers fly over the keys.
His performance is even more impressive given he isn’t reading from sheet music.
I’m so enraptured by his gift I don’t hear Dorian approach.
Not until he’s placing a bottle of Merlot on the table, alongside two glasses.
“Gregory is one of the finest musicians I’ve ever had the pleasure of listening to,” he says, taking a seat next to me. I’m immediately struck by his masculine scent of cedar wood, leather, and cigarette smoke. Beneath that is a note of something rich and metallic I can’t quite place.
“He’s incredible,” I agree, my gaze trailing over Dorian’s forearms as he pours wine into both glasses.
He isn’t wearing his suit jacket and his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, giving me the perfect view of the trail of vines wrapping around his arms. Even the thick veins beneath his skin are a turn-on.
“This is a bottle of the finest Merlot. I think you’ll enjoy the taste,” he says, passing me a glass of wine, his fingertips grazing mine. His touch is like static electricity, lifting the hairs on my arms and sending my pulse racing.
“I thought you didn’t drink.”
“On occasion, I indulge.”
“Thank you.” I take a sip, letting the wine linger on my tongue as I hum in pleasure at its decadent richness.
Dorian slides his chair closer, turning to face me. “I’m happy to see you, Edie,” he murmurs, slipping his hand beneath the table to rest on my thigh. His touch is cool, but I’m already burning up with desire. All I can think about is the memory of his mouth on my skin.
“I’m happy to see you too,” I reply, trying my damndest to hide the lust in my voice.
It’s only been a few days since we last saw each other, and I’ve spent almost all of that time daydreaming about being in his arms again. Elizabeth was right? I am in lust and, honestly, I’m okay with that. More than okay, actually, as long as lust is all it is.
“You didn’t wait for me to contact you,” he says. “Why?”
I could lie and tell him I was in the area, but I don’t. Instead, I tell him the truth. “Because I couldn’t stay away any longer.”
He grins, and I am seized by the urge to lean in and press a kiss to the dimples that carve into his cheeks.
“Just as well, because I would’ve turned up at your place tonight and caused a scene on your doorstep if you hadn’t come here. This is far more civilised.”
“I’m not certain I want to be civilised,” I say, pressing my lips together as he snaps his gaze to mine.
“Perhaps we should enjoy the music first,” he suggests. “Then, maybe, we can talk about how uncivilised you’re willing to get.”
A thrill dances through me as Dorian lifts his glass and turns his attention to the pianist. For the next few minutes, I allow myself to drink in the beauty of his profile.
Every single angle of his face, from his strong nose and defined cheekbones to his jaw, shadowed with stubble, looks as if it were sculpted by God himself.
And don’t get me started on his plump, pink lips as seductive as the Devil’s.
He’s utterly beautiful. A work of art. A living masterpiece. His image should be hung in a gallery for everyone to enjoy. Then again, I rather like having him all to myself.
“What are you looking at, Edie?” he asks, slowly twisting his head towards me. His intense gaze would melt the knickers from my body if they weren’t already drenched.
“Is it a crime to admire a gorgeous man?” I tease, biting on my lip.
“As long as I’m the only man you’re admiring,” he replies, reaching over and thumbing my lip. He eases it from beneath my teeth as he leans in close and brushes a chaste kiss against my cheek.
My nipples instantly harden.
“Gregory is fighting for my attention too,” I say, and his eyes narrow, heat blazing within the obsidian orbs.
“I’ll carve his eyes out of his head if he dares to look your way.”
I gasp. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Dorian smirks, sliding his thumb between my parted lips, his thick fingers cupping my jaw. “I’m not. You’re mine, Edie. Now suck on my thumb, show me what I’ve been missing.”
I don’t hesitate. Drawn in by his command, and the intense way he’s looking at me, I twirl my tongue around his thumb, hollowing out my cheeks and giving him a taste of what I’m capable of.
Dorian groans as I scrape my teeth against his knuckle. With one final, deep suck, I release him.
“Was that good enough?” I ask, reaching for my glass of wine and taking a sip, if only to settle the pounding of my heart.
“Fuck, I want your mouth on my cock,” he grinds out, his fingers trailing down my neck before he cups my throat possessively.
“I do too,” I reply, heat flooding my cheeks and rushing to my core. I shift in my seat, trying to tame the throb.
Dorian smiles, then lifts to his feet. “Hold that thought,” he says, before striding over to the pianist.
They converse briefly, voices too low for me to hear. Gregory nods once, then lifts to his feet. He passes by me without acknowledgment, shutting the door gently behind him.
“What did you say to him?” I ask, as Dorian settles onto the stool behind the piano.
“Come here, Edie,” he retorts, ignoring my question.
Pushing upright, I grab my glass of wine and head towards Dorian. Placing the glass on the lid of the piano, I rest my hip against it as he spreads his legs and taps the space between them.
“Get on your knees,” he demands, eyes flaring with unequivocable desire as he pops open the button at his waist, unzips his fly and pulls out his cock.
Shock renders me speechless as I stare at his beautiful, pierced dick. He’s fully erect, the thick length of him gripped in his hand, the crown a blush pink and leaking pre-cum. With hooded eyes, and breathlessness, I watch him swirl the pad of his thumb over the slit.
Christ, this man.
“What would you like me to play whilst you suck my cock?”
What the actual fuck… I’m not sure what I’m more shocked by, the fact that he’s demanding I give him a blow job right here, right now, or the fact he can play the piano.
“You play the piano?” I blurt out.
“Yes, Edie, I play, and whilst I do, I want you on your knees giving me the best damn head of my life.”
“I… What if someone..?”
“No one will enter,” he says, stroking his dick before flicking his gaze to the spot between his legs. “Now get on your knees and show me how uncivilised you can be.”
My body jolts at the guttural way he demands my obedience, and my feet move of their own accord as he brazenly offers me his cock.
Dropping to my knees between his parted legs, I take him in my hand, his cock smooth and velvety beneath my touch.
He’s so big, I’m not even certain I can take him all the way down, but I’m going to try.
“What would you like me to play?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ears as I look up at him.
“Whatever you want,” I reply.
Reaching over me, his fingers press against the keys, and as soon as he begins to play I take the crown of his dick in my mouth, sucking on it gently. The musky taste of his pre-cum hits my tongue and I whimper.
“Fuck,” he groans, his cock jerking in my mouth, though he doesn’t break rhythm as I continue to tease him with my lips and tongue. “That feels fucking amazing, Edie.”
Boosted by his praise, I take him deeper, my bottom lip coasting over the cool metal bars of his piercings.
Saliva dribbles from my lips as I move my head up and down in a teasingly slow rhythm, occasionally stopping to lick and suck his crown.
Between my legs, my clit pulses and I squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache.
His moans rise and mingle with the music, wrapping us in a cocoon of raw, unfiltered desire.
The sound brushes over me, sending shivers rushing down my spine, scattering goosebumps in its wake.
Every part of me wants to make him come.
I want Dorian to give himself over to me in the most carnal, erotic way possible.
In the last few weeks since I’ve known him, he’s given me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced in my adult life, and I want to give him the same in return.
I want to wipe his memory clean of all the women who’ve come before me.
I want to be the only person who has the ability to shred him apart, to make him desperate for me and only me.
I’ve never felt this powerful. I’ve never felt this undeniable urge to claim and possess.
It’s revitalising, invigorating, and a far cry from the woman I was when married to my ex.
Right now, I’m a sexual being. I’m a woman in the prime of her life. I’m a goddess.
With that thought in mind, I take him deeper, gagging when the crown of his dick hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Edie,” he roars, his hands slamming onto the keys, the disjointed notes lost beneath the desperate cries he releases.
And then his hands are in my hair, his fingers curling around the strands as he pulls me off him, and then guides me back down onto his cock, taking what he wants, what I’m more than willing to give.