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Four. A big dick and perfect abs

Vera

M y two bedroom, three bathroom flat isn’t flashy, it’s comfortable and functional. As the CEO and founder of a company, people expect a palatial home or a penthouse apartment. That’s never been my style. I’d choose warmth over luxury in everything I own. Spacious, located in an affluent neighbourhood and pretty expensive, it was my first big purchase after I started Lucky Shot.

Elias doesn’t know any of this about me, of course. So as he surveys the large room that is my living and dining spaces, I set my things on the table by the door. I toe off my shoes and step around him. He follows suit and with his cap off under the soft lamps littered around the room, he looks younger than I thought.

“Want something to drink?”

“No.”

“Want something to eat?”

“Yes. No .”

“In case you didn’t go through a proper education, those words mean different things.”

He smirks. “We’re way past eating and drinking, aren’t we? I thought we’re here for some privacy?”

I cross my arms over my chest and his eyes drop to my cleavage. “What would you do with all this privacy?”

“Better question is what wouldn’t I do?” With his hands in his pockets, Elias walks forward. “See…I don’t do this. Meet beautiful women at bars and go home with them. But I assume being alone with you means I get to strip you out of the dress that’s been taunting me all night. Put my mouth on all your warm skin and find out if you taste as good as you look. Maybe see if I can make you scream my name a couple of times.”

I quiver, imagining what that would really feel like. He’s standing close enough to inhale his warm and cosy scent; hints of cocoa and smoke wrap around me tight. I should say ‘yes, do it all’, except I’m not one to make it easy for my partners.

“If that’s what you want, then beg.”

His eyes widen, jaw flexing. “What?”

“ Beg for it.”

A low growl echoes between us and he dips his head, eyes never leaving my face. I don’t know this man from Adam, but I can tell he’s going to fuck me up in the best ways and I am going to be eternally grateful when he’s done.

“Vera,” he starts, taking a small step closer. “I need to get you out of that dress. I need to see the rest of your red lingerie. I desperately want to take it all off with my teeth. Please .”

My clit throbs at his words, but I arch an eyebrow and press my thighs together. “If I’m impressed with your begging, I’ll take off a layer.”

“Was that not impressive?”

“You’ve been staring at my breasts all night. I know you want me out of this dress.”

Another growl and one more step. “I want to taste you. Drag my mouth over every inch of your incredible body, suck on your nipples and dip my tongue into your pussy. I want to know what it feels like when you shatter around me, clenching so hard I black out. Please , Vera, let me have that.”

My breath catches at his words. There’s something about a man who can talk dirty and look so earnest at the same time. Lust flashes through his eyes and I want to know what else I can elicit from him.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I slide my hands under the dress and hook my fingers into the waistband of my underwear. His head cocks to the side, gaze following the action and his mouth drops open when the red lace falls to the floor.

He scrubs a hand over his jaw. “Fuck, I can smell you. I bet you’re dripping down your thighs.”

I swallow back a moan and kick the underwear forward. “Beg, Elias.”

He drops to his knees and sits back on his heels. My stomach clenches at the raw desire in his gaze. One minute we’re staring at each other, the next his eyes are slipping shut as he lifts the red material to his nose and inhales deeply.

“ Fuck ,” he moans and takes another deep drag before slipping my underwear into his pocket.

“You like that, Elias?”

He nods, scooting forward and in a gravelly voice, says, “I’m going to think about this for days, years, millennia . The scent of you is going to be so deep in my bones. I need you, Vera. I’ve never needed anyone before. Wanting is easy, because it’s normal. But needing? You make me greedy and desperate and possessive. I don’t want to share you. I want all of you, on my tongue, my fingers, wrapped around me. I won’t survive if I don’t have you.”

With a coy smile, I unhook my bra and slide it out through the sleeves of my dress. This time, he doesn’t break eye contact, not even when I toss it to the side.

“Look at you,” I whisper. “So handsome, so sexy, so eager .”

“Only for you, Vera. Never before, never after.”

I shouldn’t be turned on or pleased by the statement, because we’ll never see each other again. And yet… “What else do you want from me, Elias?”

“Everything. I’ll take anything you give me. Your sexy as hell gaze? Done. Your smile? God, yes. I would do anything for your smile. Hell, right now I’d do anything to flip that dress up and look at you.”

“Why me?”

He shakes his head. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Oh, I know I’m fucking sexy and beautiful. I know I shine brighter than almost everyone else. But why did you pick me?”

“Because…” He’s inches away, hands toying with the hem of my dress. “You sassed everyone in that bar, not giving a shit you were the odd one out. You can stand your ground and fight for what you want, and I know this after spending a few hours with you. You make every other woman seem so boring in comparison.”

I roll my eyes. “None of that ‘not like other girls’ bullshit, Elias.”

“ Vera . You are better than everyone else. You’re fearless and beautiful, how can you be like the other girls ?” I chuckle and he smirks. “I can’t remember the last time someone had my attention the way you did from the moment we met. I’ve been thinking about all of the ways I could have you. Every chance you gave me to touch you was one step closer to having you. Please , Vera. Let me have you. One taste will never be enough, I want all of you.”

The hesitation is clear on my face, because he shakes his head. Before I even have a chance to speak, Elias is straightening up.

“All of you for one night, Vera,” he adds and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, worrying it gently. “Would I like to spend forever getting to know you? Absolutely. But if one night is all you can give me, that’s all I’ll take.”

I nod, hands fisting the bottom of my dress and I hitch it up my thighs, exposing more of myself to Elias. He leans back, gaze following what I’m doing and blows out a shaky breath. Then says, “Wait.”

“What?”

“Levelling the playing field,” he mumbles and tugs off his shirt.

He stands up and I don’t know where to look first. Our eyes clash before I do a slow perusal of his body. Broad shoulders, muscles everywhere, firm chest and a six pack I’m certain has been drawn onto his skin. There’s a smattering of dark hair along his chest, with a faint line leading down to his navel. I swallow hard, hot all over. My eyes are drawn to the scar on his right shoulder, it looks fresh, pink and angry. The flexing of his biceps distracts me enough to watch what his hands are doing. His jeans drop to the floor and I draw in a sharp breath at the outline of his dick pressing against the front of his boxer-briefs.

“Fucking hell, Elias. What are you famous for—a big dick and perfect abs?”

He chuckles, one hand hooking under my chin to lift my face up. Only then do I realise how close he is. “I’d rather be famous for being the guy that begged so well, you took your clothes off.”

With our eyes locked, I lift my dress and thank the goddess above I don’t get stuck in the process, as I rip the cotton over my head and toss it aside.

“Holy… Vera .”

I cock a hip, one hand landing on my side, while I brush my unruly hair back with the other. I know what I look like and I own my body every single time. I’m fat. Not curvy or voluptuous . Fat. It’s not a bad word. It’s a definition of what I am. I’ve got soft rolls and folds at my stomach, I’ve got love handles at my back, my thighs wobble when I move and stretch marks cover almost every inch of my body. My breasts are big with silver streaks showing how much they’ve grown over the years and sag without a bra on.

“You are utter perfection.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I think I might be in love with you,” he whispers, dropping to his knees again.

The words aren’t said seriously, but it still makes my heart lurch. I don’t want this handsome, famous man to be in love with me. I want to be fucked ten ways to Sunday and feel it for another few days. That’s it.

“I will worship at your altar all night. I will stay on my knees until you’re a shaky, dripping mess and you can’t take it anymore. I’ll lick you until you’re speaking in tongues, sweetheart. God, fuck …look at you. Look at what you do to me.”

His hand is wrapped around his dick through the cotton of his underwear. He’s squeezing and tugging, making my pussy clench and throb. I need all of the things he’s promising, I want Elias to do all of the things to me. Stroking a hand along his jaw, the stubble scraping against the palm of my hand, I lift his head so I can stare into his eyes. He looks desperate, eyes are blown out to bottomless pools of black. His lips part as he inhales sharply and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

Tapping his bottom lip with my thumb, I smirk and step around him. My hand brushes over his face, shoulder and briefly through his hair as I walk to my bedroom. I hear elastic snapping against skin, followed by rustling and when I look over, Elias is moving towards me. Except this time, his hand is wrapped around his bare cock, stroking himself with each step.

In the room, I sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. Elias stands in the doorway, hand still moving, eyes fixed on the spot between my thighs. His chest is rising and falling rapidly and the dumbstruck look on his face makes me smile.

“I think you’ve earned this,” I tell him, slipping my fingers through my slit, spreading my pussy as an invitation. “Make a mess of me, Elias.”

There’s zero hesitation as Elias takes four big steps to reach me. His hands land on my thighs, spreading them apart some more as he squats so he’s at the same level as my sex. I need him to do more than stare at me. My mouth opens to say as much when he’s leaning in and pressing his face against me. He inhales deeply, sending a shudder up my spine. I grab at his thick hair with one hand, the other fisting in the sheets as he runs his nose back and forth over my clit. A low groan comes from him and his lips part and takes it into his mouth.

“Fuck!”

His hands on my knees push my legs up and he dives in. Sucking, nipping, licking and I’m barely able to think straight, let alone register everything he’s doing. My head falls back and with a hand, spreads me open, while pressing a finger against my clit. His tongue is sliding into me, teasing and dragging out the orgasm that’s hovering on the edge. As I’m ready to tip over, he pulls away to press wet kisses along the inside of my thigh.

“Elias…”

I hear him chuckle and drop my head forward, eyes blinking open to focus on him. He’s staring up at me, beard wet from his feasting, a filthy smile on his face. He’s messing me up, all right. And doing the same to his face. With our eyes still locked, he slips two fingers into me and curls them. I gasp, walls fluttering and clenching around the digits. His smile widens as he twists them inside me and my hips jolt forward, taking him deeper.

“Shaky, dripping mess,” he mumbles against my thigh and nips at the soft skin as he adds another finger inside me. “Look at you soaking my fingers.”

If someone had told me when I met Elias earlier he’d be able to make my body shake with only his words, I would have walked out. But this man has been working me over all night and he probably isn’t even aware of it.

“Less talking, more tonguing,” I grumble, rocking against him. He smirks, his fingers pumping in and out of me slowly. I pull on his hair, attempting to guide him where I need him, but he’s being fucking stubborn. “ Elias ,” I warn, pushing my hips forward.

I’m ready to take matters into my own hands when his fingers slide out of me and his mouth takes its place. My head falls back as he fucks me with his tongue, one hand still working my clit over. My thighs shake as I squeeze them against the sides of his head, my fingers tightening in his hair. I suck in a sharp breath and barely have time to brace myself as the orgasm hits. I can feel how much of a mess I am, exploding into his mouth as my body shudders through the waves of pleasure.

My fingers leave his hair and I’m sinking into my soft mattress, a satisfied grin and shiver working through me. Elias’s tongue continues to move over my sensitive flesh, licking and cleaning me up. My eyes slip shut as his mouth moves along my thighs, my stomach and breasts. I feel his dick against my hip as his lips finally make their way to mine. This kiss is unlike the others; it’s messy and tarty, it’s all tongues and teeth. We’re smiling and laughing as we try to fit our mouths together, until he pulls away and the bed dips beside me.

“That was worth the amount of time you left me on my knees,” he whispers.

I laugh, turning to face him. “You chose to be on your knees. I chose to enjoy it.”

A hand comes up to brush hair out of the way and we stare at each other. The way he looks at me is as if he’s committing me to his memory. I don’t want this man to pine for me or wish for more, because one night is all I have the energy for. So before he can say anything else romantic, I kiss him. A soft groan falls from his lips and he’s kissing me back, fingers fisting in my hair as our bodies shift towards the other like magnets.

This I can do. Fucking, touching, kissing and tasting.

And I hope Elias knows it’s all I can offer.