“Eyes on that mirror, Ariana. I want you to see how stunning you are when I drive you out of your fucking mind.”
Holy shit.I can’t see him well from this angle, but it’s not him I’m supposed to watch anyway. I feel his hands move again until they grip my ass. His fingertips dig into my flesh in a way I know will leave the little bruises I love. His hands slide down a few inches, and he spreads me open. The moan that leaves his lips sends shivers down my spine and drips of my arousal down the inside of my thighs.
He exhales, blowing cool air across my exposed pussy, and a wave of pure ecstasy runs through my body. “Again,” I whimper.
“What was that, Minx?”
“Please,” I beg. “Again. I need it again.”
Chuckling deeply, he obliges with another puff of air. My core clenches around nothing, and more wetness drips from it. I wonder if he could make me come just by doing that. I bet he could.
But not today. I gasp when he laps at the wetness on my thighs. Then, with his hands still holding me open, he presses his face against me from behind and drives his tongue inside me. Every thrust has me closer to release, but before I get there, he moves his attention to my clit, licking lazy circles around it.
I let out a low, needy growl.
“Are you still watching?”
“Yes,” I breathe. I can’t look away.
“Good. Keep watching while you soak my face.”
I watch my eyes go wide as he sucks on my clit. I watch my mouth fall open. When he presses his tongue in just the right spot, the pressure bursts, and a flood of wetness rushes out of me. A sob escapes my lips as I watch myself go crashing over the side of Cliff Orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure sweeps through me, drawn out by the attention he continues to lavish on my clit. The slurping sounds he makes while his lips move against me are positively filthy in the most delightful way.
When he’s licked me clean, teeth nip at my ass.
“In the ring, baby.”
Lost riding a bliss cloud, my brain doesn’t comprehend what he means. “What?”
“Up into the ring.”
“You want me to move right now? I’m made of jello or pudding, Luca.”
I yelp when he bites a little harder. He soothes the spot with his tongue before speaking again. “I’m going to fuck you in the middle of this ring while we both watch. So yes, I want you to move right now.”
“Well, okay then.” I crawl forward, watching him in the mirrors as he climbs up onto the floor of the ring and follows me to the center of the canvas.
Even though I just came hard, the anticipation has me feeling feral. Wild. I rub my thighs together, trying to find some relief. They’re slick, evidence of how fucking turned on I am dripping down them again. My body sways, unable to stay still. It’s all getting to be too much.
“Breathe, baby.”
Oh, yeah. I’m not doing that very well. Luca grabs me by the hips. His hands skate over my skin, grounding me. Calming me just enough to not get lost but not so much that I losemy lady boner. I meet his slightly concerned gaze in the mirror and give him a reassuring smile. “I’m good, Beefcake. You always know what I need.”
His eyes are glued to me, checking for any hint that I’m full of bullshit. The man knows me pretty fucking well, so I don’t blame him because I’m a dirty liar sometimes. But I’m not lying now and after another moment, the worry drops away, replaced by hunger.
Positioning himself behind me, he sinks his cock into my pussy, buried to the hilt in one thrust. My gasp quickly transitions into a moan, and I push back into him.
“I’ve been imagining this since the first time I saw you in those damn mirrors at the dance studio.” He fucks me hard, his hips snapping against my ass with every thrust. “See how good you take my cock?”
He doesn’t look away. Neither do I.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me upright on my knees, my back flush against his front. I gasp at the new angle. At the new image reflecting back at us. He slides his free hand to my clit, pressing circles in it as he pumps his hips.
I’m so close. My eyelids flutter shut, and his body goes still. “You keep your eyes on that mirror when my cock’s inside you, Ariana. Or I won’t let you come.”
Whimpering, I blink a few times and meet his gaze in the glass. “That’s not fair,” I moan. Reaching up behind me, I tangle my fingers in his hair and give it a rough tug.
He groans and throws his head back at the mix of pleasure and pain.
