I suck one of her tits into my mouth and let her ride my hand. I watch the flush creep up her beautiful naked body. It doesn’t take long for her body to start tightening up. “Whose name are you going to scream, Mia?” I grimace, the little movements against my clothed dick driving me up the wall.
Her body locks, back arching, forcing her tit deeper into my mouth. I give it one last bite.
“Elias,” she breathes, and she comes all over my hand, body trembling. “Holy fuck,” she whines, grinding on my fingers, flush creeping up her chest. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, and I realize real fast that we aren’t sleeping tonight.
Gradually, she collapses into my arms, while I kiss her chest, her neck, the side of her face. She turns and looks up at me.
“I want to put your dick in my mouth,” she says, and I’ve never been harder.
“Nope,” I say. “Delayed gratification, baby. Remember when I told you to build tension? We can’t rush these things. I’m wining and dining you, you’ll be soaking wet, and then you can suck my dick all night if you want.” I lift her off me and slap her ass. “I made a reservation. Wear the dress and the heels again. Don’t wear underwear.”
FOURTEEN
Mia
“Well, this escalated quickly,”I say to the hickey I’ve left on Elias’s neck. He sits across from me at this nice restaurant in the Garden District, and I’m taking a sick satisfaction out of knowing that this gorgeous Adonis with a legendary dick is mine for twenty-four hours. And that maybe he’s been mine for our entire lives.
He grins at me, feral, all incisors and teeth, and I get wet all over again. It’s like fucking Pavlov, or whatever his name is. I don’t know because I’m unable to string logical thought together.
It doesn’t help that Elias has stayed true to his word. He will not, and maybe cannot, stop touching me. Any time I’m within arm’s reach, which honestly has been for the last hour or two, his hand is on my hip or around the curve of my ass or brushing against my back or collaring my neck. Pulling on my hair. Kissing my lips, my forehead, myeyelids, for fuck’s sake. Insisting on holding my hand when we walked to dinner. Pandora’s Box is right.
But all this touching and feeling and kissing and grinning is really turning me on, and Elias smirks at me over a half eaten plate of gumbo as I squirm in my seat.
“I think it’s escalated pretty perfectly,” he replies. “Ten days ago, I realized you had really great tits, and today I got to put them in my mouth. Seems like a reasonable timeline.”
“Was it really only ten days ago?” I mutter, wondering if my dress is ruined.
He thinks for a second, looking at the ceiling, his beautiful mouth counting quietly. “Yep. There was that one morning I walked into your room and your hot little nipples were poking out of your thin-ass tank top. I think that was… last Wednesday.”
“Unbelievable,” I shake my head. “And on the eleventh day, it ends.”
His eyes become flat. “Yes.”
I look down at my plate, feeling weirdly needy. “We wasted so much time,” I say.
He takes my hand across the table, kissing my fingertips. “That means we have to make the most out of tonight,” he says, deftly changing the subject. He sucks my pointer finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. It’s as if it’s connected directly to my clit. “If I checked under your dress right now, how wet would I find you? You’ve had your legs crossed all night, squeezing your little clit between them.”
I do just that. “Honestly, I think I’ve ruined my dress,” I whisper.
His pupils dilate. I’m pretty sure my eyes are just two giant black orbs. He sinks his teeth into mywrist, of all fucking places, and I think if I grind on my clit for just thirty more seconds, I’ll be able to come.
“What do you need, baby? Use your words.”
“I need you,” I say under my breath. “I need you inside me.”
“Nope. How about you go touch yourself in the bathroom instead,” he tells me. “Get yourself nice and wet so that I’ll slide right into you as soon as we get back to the hotel.”
I whimper, running on autopilot and following orders and standing up on wobbly legs. I walk to the back of the restaurant, and thank god we’re not in New York right now, because there are like ten individual bathroom rooms in this spacious restaurant.
I pick the last one on the left, but when I open the door, a giant mass all but shoves me inside.
“Just kidding. I don’t know why I even bother telling you ‘no’ anymore,” Elias says, slamming the door behind him and descending upon me, his mouth hot on mine.
This time it’s hard and sloppy and a little bit mean. He spins us and crushes me against the door, biting at my lips and lifting one of my legs to wrap around his waist.
He slips his hand under the mini skirt of my dress. We both groan into each other’s mouths. “Fuck,” he whispers.
“I told you,” I breathe.
