fucking deep into this game he couldn’t just say no. I mean in some weird way he’s still in charge, isn’t he?
This was his idea. He handed me control because he wanted me to feel this. So, it’s not really for me…it’s for him.
“Yes, sir,” he mumbles against my mouth.
With my fingers still against his scalp, I lift him to his feet. My lips find his and I kiss the taste right off his tongue. I love kissing Ellis, the roughness of his mouth, being able to be as hard as I want. As I press him back, we shuffle toward the bedroom, unbuttoning each other’s shirts as we move. As we pass the bathroom, I stop. When I see the mirror, I push him toward it.
“Take your pants off and get on the counter.”
If I’m going to fuck him, I want to watch myself as I do it.
He does as I tell him, and my mouth goes dry when he sits on the broad white countertop, leaning back against the mirror and staring at me with a hooded gaze. His cock is resting swollen against his leg, and I place myself between his legs, one hand on the mirror behind him as I stroke him slowly.
I’m teasing him, watching his face for signs he’s getting close and then letting go just as he does. He grinds his molars and lets out a grunt as I do it for the third time.
“This is for flirting with those girls in front of me.”
Leaving him hanging without an orgasm for the third time, I reach into the first draw and pull out the lube. I’m so fucking glad he made me get tested with him because I can’t wait to unload inside of him, feeling nothing between us, just his flesh against mine. First dropping some on my fingers, I watch his face as I reach down and touch him, feeling the tightness give way as I slowly press one finger inside. His lips part as he exhales, and chills erupt along my back.
I can hardly wait to be inside him, but I try to be patient. The longer I wait, the better it’s going to feel. Once I work two fingers in, he starts to squirm. Looping my other arm under his leg, I press in firmly, feeling for the spot I know will drive him wild. His body jolts just as I hook my fingers, and I can’t take it anymore.
Pulling out, I slather lube on my cock and press myself against his entrance, watching his face as I slip past the opening and sheath myself in his body. His legs wrap instinctively around my hips as he lets out a hearty groan.
I really wanted to take this slow and savor it, but the moment I’m inside him, I lose my control. Thrusting hard in rough strokes, I grip his hip in one hand and his shoulder in the other, losing my mind with how fucking good he feels.
His hands claw at the countertop just as I catch the sight of myself in the mirror. And it catches me off guard how in control I look compared to how out of control I feel.
“Stroke yourself. Come when I do,” I tell him, and he does. Watching me while unnatural sounding groans escape his lips, we both fall headfirst into a long intense orgasm it feels as if we share. Catching another glance of my reflection, I find a wave of gratitude flow through me. Collapsing my head on his shoulder, I’m suddenly so thankful I didn’t stay on Del Rey. If things hadn’t ended with Zara the way they did, I may never have come here. I may never have found him, and although I’m still holding onto this idea I won’t stay in this relationship forever, the idea he would leave me first has me feeling suddenly cold and angry.
“Don’t leave me,” I pant against his chest. The mess smeared against his belly is now smeared against mine, but I don’t care. I want it.
He pauses a moment, putting his arms around me.
“Why would I leave you?”
I don’t want to answer him because it sounds fucking pathetic to admit, but this is Ellis, and I’m safe with him.
“Because everyone fucking leaves me.”
24
I need a dress for the launch party. Zara offered to let me borrow one, but I sort of feel the need to have my own for this occasion. What’s this occasion? I don’t know. Feeling worthy of