Page 30 of Stumped

My head snaps forward and he smirks, fingers unmoving inside me. My pussy throbs hungrily and I know better than to starve her.

“Please,” I start, one hand wrapping around his wrist. “Fuck me. Show me what I’ve been missing. Make me regret not calling you back.” My hips are rocking forward desperately, but he’s immoveable. “Punishme,” I whisper and that’s what snaps him into action.

Elias thrusts his fingers so deep inside me, he’s hitting a spot only two people have hit before—him, the first night we shared together, and myself, when I play with my toys. He doesn’t hold back, his thrustspunishingas he fucks me. I slump forward and wind my arms around his neck. His breath is warm against my throat as he nudges the collar of my large T-shirt to the side and nibbles on my skin. My orgasm has been hovering close to the edge ever since our bathroom interlude, but I’m fighting to make it last.

At my needy whimper, his fingers twist and plunge into me, thumb teasing my clit. My back arches and I push my breasts into his face as he fucks me faster. Despite the trembling of my thighs and the desperate need to come, my pussy squeezes him. His mouth wraps around my breast through the thin material of my T-shirt and he sucks. He tugs on my hard nipple withhis teeth and my body starts to shake. When he presses firmly against my clit and shows the other cotton covered breast the same attention, I shatter. The orgasm rocks through me and I moan so loud I’m certain everyone heard. But I don’t care, because it feels so fucking good.

“Never get sick of feeling you come,” he mumbles and torturously pulls out of me. I blink through the haze as he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.

Licking my lips, I cup him through his jeans and smile. “My turn. Strip.”

“Right here?”

“Level the playing field.” Grinning, I slide off his lap and tear off my T-shirt. “I’ll give you a treat.”

He’s on his feet so fast, it makes me laugh. I lean back to watch as he undoes the buttons of his shirt and pulls it up over his head. Picking up the wine, I wait until he’s looking at me before I take a sip,accidentallyspilling some on myself. His dark gaze follows the red liquid down between my breasts, over my stomach and pussy before it drips to the floor. A deep and filthy growl escapes him and I pour some over my nipples. Elias almost trips over his feet as he attempts to watch and strip at the same time.

When he’s in just his boxers, I lift a hand like I’m holding a camera. I make the clicking sound of a shutter and he smiles. I’d love to have a real picture of him for when I’m alone, but now that I know his level of fame, it would be a terrible idea. I’ve caused enough trouble as it is.

Dribbling some more wine on myself, I close the gap between us. “Your treat.”

There’s no hesitation as he bends and sucks my breast into his mouth. I grab his hair as he licks the alcohol off my skin. This is torture for me, but having Elias want me so badly he’s willing to do whatever I ask makes me feel powerful.

“The wine has nothing on you,” he says, one hand sliding down to cup my pussy. “I want to eatyou, peaches.”

I grip his jaw and lift his head. “Peaches?”

“That’s what you smell and taste like. The sweetest, juiciest fucking peach in the world.”

Nicknames have always seemed childish, but his reasoning works on me. “I’ll allow it. Now, I want to play, superstar.”

I drop my hand to his chest and gently push him back. He stumbles over his pile of clothes, but catches himself, pushes his boxers off and settles into his chair. As his hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly, I consider climbing on and enjoying another orgasm. But I’m all about equality and mutual pleasure, especially in the bedroom.

Or balcony.

“Don’t touch my toys,” I warn him and he pulls his hand away, gripping the arms of his chair. I kneel and tip the remaining wine over his dick, watching it pool on the seat. Setting the bottle aside, I circle his base with one hand and balance myself on his thigh with the other. I lick the length of him, the wine and the taste of Elias bursting on my tongue. I moan at the combination and twist my hand, applying pressure when necessary as I tongue him slowly.

“Vera, fuck.Please.” I kiss and suck on his crown, making him moan. “Put me in your mouth, sweetheart.”

I lick up the bead of precum, still taking my time. He looks ready to take matters into his own hands, both of which are curling into fists on the arm rests. His chest heaves and he’s struggling to control himself, so before his patience can snap, I slide him into my mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, my teeth gently scraping against him as I take him deep. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow and a hand lands in my hair, fingers wrapping around the strands.

My eyes slip shut and with one hand stroking his base, I fuck him with my mouth. Elias is groaning loudly, giving anyone listening a fantastic show. I take him as deep as I can and hollow my cheeks. He grunts louder and I pop him out of my mouth, smiling at his blissed out expression. I drag my tongue down the length of him and kiss his ball sac, which makes him whine. His eyes are hooded as he watches me suck them into my mouth.

“If you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”

“That’s the point.” I replace my mouth with my hand, fondling him as I slide his dick over my tongue and past my lips. He tightens his grip in my hair and I lick and swirl my tongue around him. The sucking and slurping sounds are lewd and judging by his slack-jawed expression, Elias likes it too. I squeeze his balls and his head tips back on a loud moan. Seeing this handsome man fall apart because of me is quite something.

His dick twitches as I suck him deep and when I slide him out of my mouth again, he spurts onto my face, cum getting everywhere. I laugh and put him back in my mouth, letting him finish down my throat.

“Shit, I’m sorry!”

I shake my head, aware there’s cum in places it shouldn’t be. But I smile, because I didthat. I made this man absolutely lose control that he came all over my face and in my hair. Pulling him out of my mouth, I sit back satisfied. He’s already up on his feet, helping me stand. Between the wine, hash and orgasms I’m a little wobbly, but I grab his arms to steady myself and grin.

“They say it’s good for the skin.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he growls. “Come with me.”

I laugh as he drags me to the bathroom. He spins the tap a few times in the shower stall, and tugs me under the spray with him. I’ve never bathed or showered with someone before, but I gotta say…I like it. His hands move over my hair, rinsing the cum out of the strands and I watch him. Elias’s focused faceis quite beautiful—tight jaw, lips pressed together, eyes on the task. I drag my hands along his torso, smiling when his dick twitches between us.

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