“Good,” he says approvingly, running a hand over the arch of my back. “You really are a delight. But now…”
He spanks me again until I’m squirming away from him, then tugs me back into position. When he moves behind me again and noses at my cheeks, I push back, hoping to feel his tongue again. But instead, he bites into the meat of my ass, sucking as much of my spank-tender flesh into his mouth as he can, making me cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
He bites again and again, small nips interspersed with a wide-mouthed, hard press of teeth into my skin, until I’m a writhing, dripping mess underneath him, begging for more in between begging him to stop.
When his tongue finds my hole again, I go very still, worried that I’ll shoot without meaning to, before he’s even got his dick in me. His tongue presses into me in insistent stabs until I have to scramble away from him and safe-word: “Yellow. Amber? What-the-fuck-ever. Elliot, honey, you’re going to make me come if you do that one second longer.” I roll onto my back, spread-eagled and panting.
“Isn’t that the point?” He gives a devilish grin, pouncing on me once more.
I arch into his body. “Yeah, but not until your cock is so deep in me that I’m choking on it.”
His eyes go sharp and bright. “I promised to destroy you, Oliver, and I’m a man of my word.” He leans in to give me a vicious kiss, teeth so sharp I half-expect to taste my own blood.
“On my knees?” I ask, as he leans up again on one elbow, sliding his body off mine.
His hand shoots up to grab my throat as I make a small movement to turn over. “Absolutelynot,” he hisses. “I want to be right up in this beautiful face of yours. Lift up your legs.”
I pull my knees up and lift my hips as he slides a pillow under them to give him a better angle. I can’t take my eyes off him as he kneels over me, his hand still wrapped around my neck.
“I can feel your pulse,” he murmurs. “Molto allegro, Oliver. Let’s see what kind of music I can pull out of you.”
He’s pushing into me, determined and insistent, but his eyes are tender as he smiles down at me. I breathe out, breathe through the sensation as he begins to fill me up, but when he reaches down to give a hard twist to my nipple, I can’t help crying out. With the other hand, he reaches under to rake blunt nails over the red and aching flesh of my upper thigh, and I yelp in pain.
“Beautiful,” he sighs. “Sing as much as you want, Oliver. I do love to hear it.”
He doesn’t go easy on me, reaming me with piston-like precision, nailing that perfect place inside me with every thrust while those long, talented fingers pull pains out of me everywhere else. His blissful smile grows as I build from hisses to squawks to wails, until I’m howling out curses at him as he laughs, and just plows me harder.
I absolutelydoscream his name when I come, and if there’s someone at this party who didn’t know that he and I were together…
Well, they sure fucking do now.
* * *
The party continues without us, as we enjoy each other through the late hours. Eventually, tired out, we lie tangled up in each other, unwilling to sleep despite our mutual exhaustion.
“You were very impressive,” he murmurs. “At the Bellamy. I hope they rewarded you for your efforts. Ididtry to put in a good word for you.”
I’m awake again at once, my soul crying out about the unfairness of it all. “I know you did,” I sigh. “And thank you for that. But unfortunately, I didn’t get moved into management track, like I hoped. They picked someone else.”
“What?” he demands, outraged, and I tell him the whole story. “You most certainlyshouldhave quit,” he growls after. “Quit immediately,andtold her to go fuck herself, as she suggested.”
“I can’t quit. Ineeda job, Elliot. And it wasn’t her fault.” He hugs me close. “Elliot,” I murmur, as he begins to kiss me again. “Maybe youshouldn’tmove here.”
“Nonsense,” he says, surprised. “You were quite right; long-distance is not—”
I lay my fingers over his mouth, and he licks at them. “That’s not what I meant,” I say. “I meant…you know what it’s like here, but I haven’t had a chance to see what it’s like over there. Magda felt so sorry for fucking me over that she gave me another week of paid vacation time. So…I’d like to at least check England out before we decide on any huge life changes. Also…” I take a breath, hoping he’ll take what I’m about to say the right way. “If we went on vacation together, we could get to know each other even better.”
Under my fingers, I feel his mouth smile. “You’re worried we’re not meant to be?”
“No. Iknowwe’re meant to be. But…I’m also a realist.”
He rolls into me, cuddling me close. “That’s one of the things I love about you most, Oliver. Your insistence onreality.”
Ihaveto laugh at that, exhaustion and disbelief threatening to make me hysterical. “You didn’t like it so much before tonight,” I point out at last.
“Perhaps not,” he concedes. “But if I am to live inyourreality, that meansyou’llhave to live in my fantasy. And that—” he kisses me “—is a very pleasant place to be, I can assure you.”
“I’m already beginning to see that,” I murmur, as his kisses turn insistent. “Another round?”
