Eli’s tongue isn’t like any of the others. He doesn’t lap at my clit but licks the outsides delicately as a painter, developing a masterpiece. I arch my back into the table, lifting my hips towards him. He wraps his hands around my thighs but continues his slow, tender pace. His tongue feels as expensive as his taste in wine and clothes. He says he likes luxurious things and right now I feel luxurious. Another pretty object he gets to enjoy.
“Bella.” The sight of Eli’s face between my legs makes me vibrate.
“Yes?”
“You need to concentrate,” he says, dragging a lazy fingertip through my folds.
“Um, why?” I ask, horny spots bursting in front of my eyes.
“Because I’m not going to stop licking you until you come, and I have a feeling our host will return with more coffee.”
I shoot a panicky look at the stairway. “What!?”
Eli lowers his head and resumes his slow, torturous strokes. Fear zaps through me but as scared as I am of getting busted, the thrill only makes the sensations better. I close my eyes and imagine the nervous host bursting in, the shocked look on his face when he sees Eli going down on me on the table where he brought us such wonderful food. I imagine Eli parting my knees, pushing my thighs wide, to display me proudly, practically ordering the man to watch as he brings me to orgasm. And then the host becomes Bobby, Doc, and Adriano. All of them staring at me, waiting to take their turn…
I’m moaning, my fingers deep in Eli’s hair. I’m so close and it’s like every light in the room is extra bright. “Please, Eli! Please?”
I didn’t know what I was asking for, but he gives it to me. He raises his mouth to my clit, suckling me. Wave after wave of pleasure radiates through me and I shove my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. I shake, rattling the table like an earthquake, and for a moment, everything is gone. Even me.
“Good girl,” Eli purrs. “I’m so proud of you.” He sits back in his chair and watches as I struggle to collect myself. Aftershocks thrum through my fingers as I pull my dress down. “That was…”
“Perfezione.”Perfection. “You’re very responsive, Miss Whitehall.”
I push loose strands of hair off my face. “That makes me sound slutty.”
“You are slutty,” he says matter-of-factly. “It will be interesting to see how many times I can finish you with my cock. You’re the kind of girl who gets more aroused with every orgasm.”
I avoid his gaze. I never thought I was that kind of girl. Yet his words make everything between my legs feel tight again. “Doesn’t that make me a whore?”
Quick as a flash, he slaps my leg. “Never say that again.”
“But—”
“Never. You’re a beautiful girl who does what she’s told. Someone who deserves the best this senseless world has to offer. What you do in bed for me or my brothers is beyond labels. Understood?”
I nod. He believes that, and somehow he makes it easy to believe him.
“Good. At times, Doc or I might call you filthy names while we’re fucking you, but that’s because it makes your pussy ache. Is that also understood?”
I nod again. He adjusts himself and I see the strain at the front of his suit pants. I touch a hand to my lips. “Eli… Mr. Morelli, can I… do something for you?”
For a second his face goes rigid with lust, then he gives a half smile. “No. Come with me.”
He leads me to the balcony where there’s a big, cozy chair with a blanket on it. The air outside is clean and cold, perfumed with the scent of white roses. Eli wraps the blanket around my shoulders and sits, pulling me onto his lap. I lie snuggled into his chest as he lights a cigar. We sit in silence as he puffs, breathing the sweetish smoke into the night sky.
Minutes pass and the heat of my orgasm flushes into a warm, even glow. Muscles I didn’t know were bunched, unknot, and my breathing slows. Eli holds me. Everything could be okay. Everythingisokay. At least for now.
The clouds above us join and separate, the breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns…
Doc’s face appears in my mind. Should I be here with him instead? Or what about Bobby who gave me a chain for my St. Christopher and held me as I cried in the car? Or Adriano? The man who almost died trying to help me, the man I first begged to take my virginity. Guilt turns in me like a spiny fish. I can’t have feelings for all of them. That’s crazy. This must just be because I’m so inexperienced. If I’d been allowed to date and be normal at school, I wouldn’t be so overwhelmed. Now it feels like whatever I do, I’ll hurt people I’ve grown to know and understand and maybe even like…
Eli strokes my head. “That’s enough thinking for tonight,bella.”
His words send relief washing through me. It feels so good to obey sometimes. To just follow orders from someone strong enough to give them. A bird makes a noise nearby. And as I try to think what kind it could be, my eyes drift closed.
I don’t know when Eli shakes me awake but the moon is high and bright in the sky.
“Time to go,bella,” he says, kissing my forehead.
