Page 68 of Roleplay at Randy's
I slide my hands up his chest, locking them around his neck, and I let go. We grind together, barely refraining from throwing decency out the window. Elias plants both of his hands on my ass and hoists me up effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, and his eyes turn demanding as my pelvis and packer presses flush to his stomach.
He wants to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss him; it’s written in each tension line on his face. Hell, he probably wants to do a lot more to me than simply kiss, but I’m not giving anything up until my lips are raw and thoroughly abused.
His grip shifts to my thighs, squeezing me tightly, and then he travels down my legs, digging in under my knees. Before I can question the intention, he’s sweeping in to suck on the side of my neck—with lips and tongue andsuction—and then he unlocks my legs and shoves me down.
I can’t get my bearings in time, and the next thing I know he’s spun me around and has my back pressed firmly to his front. A hand forms a loose hold around my throat, another digging into my waist.
Fuck.
Two can play at this game.
I tilt my head back and up, feeling his fingers spread to cover as much skin as he can reach. Dark eyes stare down at me as my arms weave around his neck again, this time clenching the teal strands of hair between my fingers.
The rhythm of the music pulses through me like a sacred chant. Elias might have the body of a god, but music and I have a symbiotic relationship; we share each other, intermingle until we become one.
I tighten my grip on his hair, and he lowers his lips to my neck, both of us pushing and pulling and rocking into each other until we’re covered in sweat. His hands slide under my shirt, rucking it up as he digs his nails into my pecs.
The dance belt does a fantastic job of keeping everything in place and stopping his erection from being glaringly obvious, but it’s smashed so tight up against the small of my back that it’s all I can think about.
Getting Elias’ big cock inside me, because if we’re giving into this then I’m going all the way.
I want to be fucked.
I want to be wrecked.
I want to be in tears, sobbing from the overstimulation.
If we don’t stop, this performance we’re putting on is going to turn into a full on porno.
“Lee,” I whimper as his fingers dig into my jaw, keeping me positioned for his mouth to cover mine. It’s still not a proper kiss, just our lips touching and heavy breaths passing from his lungs to mine.
“I have a fantasy,” he whispers into my mouth, “about winding you up so tight, putting your desperate, beautiful body on display just like this, and watching you try to hold yourself together while I make you come.”
If he wanted to find my limit, here it is. I need him likefucking air. My lungs ache. My body aches. My dick is begging for attention, and somehow he knows. He knows the effect his words have on me.
A hand glides down my chest, clawing at the waistband of my boxers, and then slips down to cup my bulge, to squeeze and press it onto?—
Our mouths collide so roughly that I can taste the blood on the first flick of my tongue past his lips. My fingers are curled so tight in his hair it’s a wonder they don’t snap, and it only feeds the ever growing heat that he takes the pain in stride. Gives it back to me with his teeth scraping over my lip, followed by a sting that has my knees nearly giving out.
The music starts to fade—it’s a wonder I can hear it over the pounding in my ears—and Elias’ mouth leaves mine. His arms loosen, and our points of contact minimize. It’s an out of body experience as we separate, as I try to piece myself together from the way he just unraveled me.
He’s talking to the crowd, I hear it, but none of the words register. I’m a pile of frayed nerves and emotions, and it wouldn’t be far off to say I’m on the verge of losing consciousness. I’m not, but it sure as hell feels like it.
One moment I’m trying to catch my breath, trying to settle the rapid beating of my heart, and the next an arm wraps around my middle and I’m thrown over someone’s shoulder like a rag doll.
The pulsing lights disappear from view, and then we’re encased in darkness and I’m upright again. Blood has barely stopped pooling in my head when warm lips crash down on mine and a strong arm slips around my waist to hold me close. Fingers sink into my hair, and mine grapple to find perch on Elias’ skin, digging into the meat just above his tantalizing ass.
Every inch of my body tingles with the need to feel himcloser, deeper, for him to be as much a part of me as the music is. The desperation is consuming, filling me so full the only way to let it out is through the tears painting my cheeks with lust.
“Matty.” Elias kisses through the tears, hands roaming my body and holding it in place snuggled between him and the wall. “Princess. Sweetheart.”
“Shut up,” I gasp as soon as I get enough air. “Fuck. When can you take me home?”
He rubs his stubble along my cheek, deliberately pulling more whimpers and moans from me. “Not for a few hours.”
Could I last a few hours?
I try to look around, to place where we are, but it’s too damn dark. I can’t even make out Elias’ big, imploring eyes. Not that I need to; it’s one of those things that I can instinctively feel.
