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Ten. I liked being dirty

Vera

T his might not be the best idea, but I’ve decided not to overthink it. Despite my best intentions, I can’t seem to fight the desire coursing through me every time Elias appears in my line of sight. Not only because he’s beautiful or gave me the best orgasms of my life. There’s something else that keeps drawing me back to him. Especially when his tongue fucks my mouth while his hands politely rest on my bare thighs.

I’m impressed with his restraint.

Slowing the kiss, pecking and licking at his mouth, I grab his hand and slip it between my thighs. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat and we break apart as I guide him to touch my bare pussy. He hesitates, like this might be a trick, and leans back enough for our eyes to meet. I nod and with our gazes locked, he slowly drags his fingers through my folds. A shudder runs up my spine, but I don’t break eye contact. He does it again, slower this time. Then faster. I’m panting softly, nipples tightening with every swipe of his fingers. Just as I’m ready to command him to do more, he pushes his fingers into me.

“Fuck yes ,” I breathe, hands gripping his biceps as my hips move against his touch.

I’m full, I don’t know how many fingers are inside me, but it’s enough to make my body quiver. Elias smiles, the corner of his lips lifting, and curls his fingers. I dig my nails into his arms and whimper, biting my bottom lip. He pulls his fingers out slowly, then thrusts back in, twisting them as he goes. The action makes my head drop back and I hold him tight so I don’t fall.

“Is this what you wanted, Vera?”

“More,” I pant, attempting to rock forward to take him deeper, but he’s being difficult.

“Beg.”

My head snaps forward and he smirks, fingers unmoving inside me. My pussy throbs hungrily and I know better than to starve her.

“ Please ,” I start, one hand wrapping around his wrist. “Fuck me. Show me what I’ve been missing. Make me regret not calling you back.” My hips are rocking forward desperately, but he’s immoveable. “ Punish me,” I whisper and that’s what snaps him into action.

Elias thrusts his fingers so deep inside me, he’s hitting a spot only two people have hit before—him, the first night we shared together, and myself, when I play with my toys. He doesn’t hold back, his thrusts punishing as he fucks me. I slump forward and wind my arms around his neck. His breath is warm against my throat as he nudges the collar of my large T-shirt to the side and nibbles on my skin. My orgasm has been hovering close to the edge ever since our bathroom interlude, but I’m fighting to make it last.

At my needy whimper, his fingers twist and plunge into me, thumb teasing my clit. My back arches and I push my breasts into his face as he fucks me faster. Despite the trembling of my thighs and the desperate need to come, my pussy squeezes him. His mouth wraps around my breast through the thin material of my T-shirt and he sucks. He tugs on my hard nipple with his teeth and my body starts to shake. When he presses firmly against my clit and shows the other cotton covered breast the same attention, I shatter. The orgasm rocks through me and I moan so loud I’m certain everyone heard. But I don’t care, because it feels so fucking good.

“Never get sick of feeling you come,” he mumbles and torturously pulls out of me. I blink through the haze as he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.

Licking my lips, I cup him through his jeans and smile. “My turn. Strip.”

“Right here?”

“Level the playing field.” Grinning, I slide off his lap and tear off my T-shirt. “I’ll give you a treat.”

He’s on his feet so fast, it makes me laugh. I lean back to watch as he undoes the buttons of his shirt and pulls it up over his head. Picking up the wine, I wait until he’s looking at me before I take a sip, accidentally spilling some on myself. His dark gaze follows the red liquid down between my breasts, over my stomach and pussy before it drips to the floor. A deep and filthy growl escapes him and I pour some over my nipples. Elias almost trips over his feet as he attempts to watch and strip at the same time.

When he’s in just his boxers, I lift a hand like I’m holding a camera. I make the clicking sound of a shutter and he smiles. I’d love to have a real picture of him for when I’m alone, but now that I know his level of fame, it would be a terrible idea. I’ve caused enough trouble as it is.

Dribbling some more wine on myself, I close the gap between us. “Your treat.”

There’s no hesitation as he bends and sucks my breast into his mouth. I grab his hair as he licks the alcohol off my skin. This is torture for me, but having Elias want me so badly he’s willing to do whatever I ask makes me feel powerful.

“The wine has nothing on you,” he says, one hand sliding down to cup my pussy. “I want to eat you , peaches.”

I grip his jaw and lift his head. “Peaches?”

“That’s what you smell and taste like. The sweetest, juiciest fucking peach in the world.”

Nicknames have always seemed childish, but his reasoning works on me. “I’ll allow it. Now, I want to play, superstar.”

I drop my hand to his chest and gently push him back. He stumbles over his pile of clothes, but catches himself, pushes his boxers off and settles into his chair. As his hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly, I consider climbing on and enjoying another orgasm. But I’m all about equality and mutual pleasure, especially in the bedroom.

Or balcony.

“Don’t touch my toys,” I warn him and he pulls his hand away, gripping the arms of his chair. I kneel and tip the remaining wine over his dick, watching it pool on the seat. Setting the bottle aside, I circle his base with one hand and balance myself on his thigh with the other. I lick the length of him, the wine and the taste of Elias bursting on my tongue. I moan at the combination and twist my hand, applying pressure when necessary as I tongue him slowly.

“Vera, fuck. Please .” I kiss and suck on his crown, making him moan. “Put me in your mouth, sweetheart.”

I lick up the bead of precum, still taking my time. He looks ready to take matters into his own hands, both of which are curling into fists on the arm rests. His chest heaves and he’s struggling to control himself, so before his patience can snap, I slide him into my mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, my teeth gently scraping against him as I take him deep. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow and a hand lands in my hair, fingers wrapping around the strands.

My eyes slip shut and with one hand stroking his base, I fuck him with my mouth. Elias is groaning loudly, giving anyone listening a fantastic show. I take him as deep as I can and hollow my cheeks. He grunts louder and I pop him out of my mouth, smiling at his blissed out expression. I drag my tongue down the length of him and kiss his ball sac, which makes him whine. His eyes are hooded as he watches me suck them into my mouth.

“If you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”

“That’s the point.” I replace my mouth with my hand, fondling him as I slide his dick over my tongue and past my lips. He tightens his grip in my hair and I lick and swirl my tongue around him. The sucking and slurping sounds are lewd and judging by his slack-jawed expression, Elias likes it too. I squeeze his balls and his head tips back on a loud moan. Seeing this handsome man fall apart because of me is quite something.

His dick twitches as I suck him deep and when I slide him out of my mouth again, he spurts onto my face, cum getting everywhere. I laugh and put him back in my mouth, letting him finish down my throat.

“Shit, I’m sorry!”

I shake my head, aware there’s cum in places it shouldn’t be. But I smile, because I did that . I made this man absolutely lose control that he came all over my face and in my hair. Pulling him out of my mouth, I sit back satisfied. He’s already up on his feet, helping me stand. Between the wine, hash and orgasms I’m a little wobbly, but I grab his arms to steady myself and grin.

“They say it’s good for the skin.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he growls. “Come with me.”

I laugh as he drags me to the bathroom. He spins the tap a few times in the shower stall, and tugs me under the spray with him. I’ve never bathed or showered with someone before, but I gotta say…I like it. His hands move over my hair, rinsing the cum out of the strands and I watch him. Elias’s focused face is quite beautiful—tight jaw, lips pressed together, eyes on the task. I drag my hands along his torso, smiling when his dick twitches between us.

“Don’t even…” he warns and I kiss his chest as he turns off the water. I hear a bottle opening, something being squeezed out and his fingers are back in my hair. “ Fuck , this is what makes you smell edible.”

I sigh softly and lean against him as he works the shampoo through the strands, fingers pressing gently against my scalp. I’m pretty sure I moan at one point because his dick stirs again. My hands stay on his hips, body relaxed as he massages and cleans my hair. When he’s done, he tilts my head back and rinses the shampoo out. This is the most unexpected part of the night, but I’m loving every fucking minute of having my hair washed.

“Good as new.”

“Boo, I liked being dirty.”

He shakes his head and touches my face reverently, then turns off the water. I don’t move as he grabs a towel and runs it over my head slowly, and wraps it around me. He smiles as he guides me backwards until my legs hit the toilet. I know what he’s suggesting and I hitch up the towel and sit, using the health faucet to wash myself while he steps back into the shower. Our eyes stay locked as we clean ourselves, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as he washes under his arms, his neck and behind his knees. When he finally soaps up his dick, I let out a shaky breath.

I make sure to tease him as I dry myself—revealing one breast at a time, flashing him coy smiles, bending over as I wipe my legs—and every growl I pull from him feels like a win. When I’m done, I blow him a kiss and drop the towel on my way out. Before I reach the bed, Elias grabs and tosses me onto the soft mattress. He climbs on top of me and I smack his ass, pulling him between my legs.

“Now, fuck me.”