Oliver
It takes longer than it should to get to Elliot’s room, because we can’t keep our hands off each other, and keep pausing to kiss, suck,gropeat each other along the way. We’ve both long since lost our masks, and our clothes are gradually coming undone as we stumble through hallways and corridors. The guests peter off as soon as we get past the second floor, the chatter and laughter and sexy moaning all dying away, and then there’s silence as soon as Elliot slams the door shut behind us in his room, and locks it.
“Just in case,” he says, looking to me for assent. “I don’t want to be interrupted, and while I’m sure all these guests are very well-behaved and will stay on the lower floors—”
“Precautions,” I grin, pulling off my shoes as I hop around the room. “I agree, my lord.”
“And lightson,” he continues, switching on the overheads, “because I want the very great pleasure of watching your face when you come.”
“Yes, my lord,” I pant, still bouncing around trying to get my shoe off.
He grabs me as I hop by, pulling me into a kiss that stops my heart. “It’sElliot,” he corrects me. “I want to hear you screaming mynamewhen you explode, not some blasted title.”
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, and fall to my knees with one shoe of my own still on, so I can untie his shoelaces. His hands are busy above, unbuttoning his shirt, cufflinks flying off as he tugs impatiently at his sleeves. His jacket is still lying on the ground outside, I realize, might be getting trampled on—but he doesn’t seem to care, and frankly? Neither do I.
I needhim. I need his hands making me hurt, soothing me, working me up to a crescendo with the same mastery he works his piano…
Need him inside me.
“Elliot,” I murmur, pulling myself up to kiss him as I wrench open his pants, “I am going to scream your name so loud it stops the whole goddamn masquerade.” He laughs as I yank his pants down. “But first—” I slide back to my knees and dive for his dick.
The first day I saw this man, I was cock-struck. I knew it the second I saw him lying there with his robe open, his gorgeous cock spilling over these beautiful, silky balls—I have my tongue onthemalready, laving across them as I fight to open my mouth wide enough to suck just one of them in.
His hands thread through my hair and I hear him groan as I work, get his ballsack soaked, and then swallow down his hardening dick. “You really are the most talented cocksucker, Oliver,” I hear him mutter, and the praise shoots through me, makes me tingle all over. Pain slut I might be, but I’m also a whore for praise.
I push down until his dick is as far as I can get it into my mouth without changing angles, and then pull off slowly, keeping hard, heavy eye-contact the whole time. I let him pop out of the tight ring of my lips, his cock bobbing back up to smear against my chin. “Tell me again,” I beg.
“Themost talented cocksucker,” he sighs, letting his head fall back as I give a pointed lick around the ridge of his cockhead. But he keeps his eyes fixed on me as I blow him, nice and slow, building up his pleasure in increments. I’m desperate to have him in me, but I want to make thismemorable.
“Enough,” he says at last, the imperious tone only alittleshaky, and he pulls me up to kiss me again. “You have no idea,” he murmurs in between kisses, “how long—I’ve waited—to see your bare face—while you take my cock like that.”
“Six weeks?” I gasp out.
“Oh, you cheeky little—” His hand slides into my hair, grasps, pulls until I gasp again. “Get onto the bed. I plan to destroy you tonight, Oliver, so you might as well be comfortable while I do it.”
It’s hard to walk on my own with knees so wobbly with desire, but I manage it, clambering onto his bed while he finishes pulling off his pants, kicking them aside in averyun-Elliot manner as he feasts his eyes on me. I’m on my hands and knees, thighs wide so he can see that my hole is already glistening for him; I prepped carefully before I came to the masquerade tonight, because I’d hoped for exactly this—a quick exit from the party, and a long night ahead.
He slaps my ass a few times each side, barely even stinging me, a playful start to the night. “Do you know,” he says thoughtfully, “I really would love to put you up on the St. Andrew’s Cross in the dungeon. But another time. For tonight, I want you all to myself.”
“Wait—are you telling me thereisa sex dungeon?” I ask, ending in an undignified squeak as he spanks me again, a lot harder this time.
“Naturally, Oliver.”
I glare at him over my shoulder. “And you never took me down there?”
He laughs, and my heart squeezes to see him sojoyful—so free and so spontaneous. “Oh, I’ll take you there, I promise you that. But tonight, you’remine.”
“No objections to tha-aat,” I groan, as he dives in behind me to run a hot tongue right up my crack. My arms as well as my legs are shaking now, and I lower my head down before I simply collapse, offering my ass up to him in a wordless plea.
He knows exactly how to eat me, his tongue working over and around and thenin, until my dick is drizzling all over the covers, and my balls are pulling up high and tight as acorns. “Please don’t stop,” I beg, as he moves back to take a breath.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to for a moment,” he tells me, giving a quick, firm squeeze to my ballsack that makes me grunt. “I want to make sure there’s a little treble to go with this bass.”
I have no idea what he means, until his hand lands sharply across the back of my thigh, the most tender part, just below my ass. I squeal, partly from surprise and partly because it hurts a wholefuckof a lot. But he gives no respite, spanking me again and again until I’m crawling away across the bed.
He yanks me back by one of my ankles, sending me face-first into the soft covers. “Green, amber, or red, Oliver?” he asks calmly.
My cock is throbbing and leaking, my asshole pulsing, my legs spreading open of their own accord. “Green,” I gasp out, and he helps me back into position, on my hands and knees.
