Ilaria

Sometimes, madness is more beautiful than clarity …

 

“Kneel.”

I did as he commanded, sinking to my knees, the soft yoga pants I’d worn doing little to shield me from the hard floor. But then I looked up, along Elliot’s rock-hard frame, and it didn’t seem to matter as much. He was bare from the waist up, and I’d never seen him so feral. His dark hair was wet and fell haphazardly over his head, sweat dripped down his solid chest and abs, and I was tempted to follow a drop with my tongue. It was new, the desire and carnal need he pulled out of me. His electric eyes on me made me wanton, made the darkness come out, where my needs were dirty and filthy but it was okay to experience them.

Kneeling at his feet, I was pristine because he loved me dirty.

I don’t know how I knew it, but the truth of the thought steeled into my core. His hands slid around his waist as he pushed at his shorts until they released his hardened cock. It stood tall, grazing wetly along my cheek, the dark-red plume at the tip surprisingly smooth.

“Tell me how to suck it, Sir.”

He groaned, his fist coming to grip his cock with a white-knuckled grip, and the tip seeped a pearly bead of his arousal. “You’re so fucking perfect. Lick my balls first. Softly.”

I snaked my tongue out and craned my head so I could reach his heavy sac underneath his shaft. He kept his hand pumping as I licked my way across the soft skin.

“More. Get them wet.”

I traced his balls with my tongue, playing with them as they lifted and fell. His hand moved faster, and he moaned his pleasure. His free hand found its way into my hair and clenched tightly. Pinpricks of pain and delight sizzled across nerve endings as he moved my head side to side, pressing me into his balls before lifting my face. He laid his cock on my face and peered down at me.

“Taste me, here. Take your time and learn my shaft.”

God help me, but I did. Hot pleasure coursed through my veins. Molten lava stiffened and burned my nipples, and my breasts were heavy weights in my lace bra. I wanted to be bare, to be closer to him. The temperature raised with each kiss and suck I placed along the engorged length of him. He was long and thick, broader at the base than he was at the top. I learned his scent, the warm musk permeating my nose. I learned the way he twitched when I laved under his helmet. He sucked in a breath when I let my teeth just graze his skin, and he clenched his hand until my hair popped and snapped when I licked my way from root to tip with the broad, flat surface of my tongue.

I learned I love the taste of a man’s cock. His cock.

I held his hip with one hand to keep my balance and pushed the other between my skin and pants to play with my wet folds. I needed release, something to keep me grounded as I got lost in him. I flicked my clit with my thumb and pressed my fingers into my wetness before bringing them out and spreading juices over my clit. I must have made a sound to alert him of what my naughty hand was doing because he leaned to the side and looked down my body.

“Are you fucking those fingers, Ilaria? Does this turn you on so much?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want to see. Stand up and strip your clothing.”

One minute he was there, and the next I fell to my hands and knees to catch myself from falling on my face.

“Now,” he barked, and I jerked into action.

I kicked my pants off before pulling my thong from my body and ripping my shirt and bra over my head. Elliot was busy adjusting the bench he’d been sitting on in the middle of the room a bit higher before he pointed to it.

“Lie on your back and put your feet flat on the floor on either side.”

I didn’t want him to yell again, so I sped to do his bidding, though ungraceful. My desire left me shaky and loose-legged. Finally, I was situated the way he wanted me, and he knelt on the floor near my head.

“Push back until your head is hanging off the end.”

He helped me shift until I was aligned with that hard part of him I craved.

“Now, I want to see you play with yourself, but don’t come until I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He gave me no warning. One moment I was reaching down to run my fingers over slick folds, and the next he shoved his cock down my throat. He was foreign, an alien feeling I couldn’t quite wrap my head around, but my body knew it. An age-old message. I worked my tongue, trying to breathe and suck on him like I’d done to his shaft. He worked in and out, resting his hands on either side of my torso on the bench for leverage.

“Pinch that fucking clit. I want to see how wet you can get.”

I moaned around him, but it came out garbled and cut off. Wetness seeped between my legs as I worked my fingers deeper into my body, brushing my clit with my other hand. I moved them together, rolling my hips with each thrust, chasing that illusive climax yet fighting it tooth and nail because he’d demanded I not come. Fire and ice slithered through me, sending opposite shocks to my system until my thighs shook and tears leaked down my forehead.

And he kept pushing, kept fucking my mouth. But he wasn’t done. No, not Elliot. He found another way to throw me to the ground and shatter me. His hot mouth latched on to one of my nipples, and I choked out a scream. His wicked tongue played with the turgid tip, and his teeth were sharp, making pleasure a razor’s edge I teetered on. I stilled my fingers, staving off the end, waiting until he told me I could but wishing I could ignore him.

But his command was iron-clad, and I couldn’t break it. For some reason, I was trapped, unable to choose my own path when the only one that mattered was the one he’d chosen.

“You want to come. Your pussy is so red, so fucking wet. Your whole body is shaking, and your sucking on me for dear life. Should I let you come on your hands, hmm? Or should I force you to come on my dick?”

I don’t know what I would have chosen, or which one he preferred, because my hands were moving again, driven by the image he’d painted in my mind. I couldn’t hold on any longer as I sucked on him harder, ringing from him a hoarse shout.

“Fuck!”

He jammed into my throat, and hot ropes of his seed filled me just seconds before he reached forward and pinched my clit.

Stars, darkness, and deafening silence filled my world, and there was nothing left to hold on to but Elliot.