Chapter 139 Chapter 139
Violet
"Unzip me," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I reached up, my fingers trembling slightly as I grasped the zipper of his pants. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, could see the bulge straining against his boxers as I slowly pulled the zipper down.
He didn't move, didn't speak, just stood there, his eyes never leaving mine as I reached into his pants, my fingers brushing against the smooth, hot skin of his cock. I could feel it pulse at my touch, and I bit my lip, a thrill of power coursing through me. I was doing this to him. I was making him hard, making him want me.
"Take it out," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. I did as he commanded, wrapping my hand around his shaft, feeling the silky smoothness of his skin, the steel hardness beneath. He was big, bigger than I had imagined, and I felt a flicker of doubt. Could I take all of him?
But then he reached out, his hand cupping my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "You can do this, Violet," he said, his voice softening slightly. "You want to do this. Don't you?"
I nodded, my throat dry, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes," I whispered. "I want to."
He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good," he said. "Now, open your mouth."
I did as he commanded, my lips parting, my tongue darting out to wet them. He guided the head of his cock to my mouth, and I could feel the heat of him. I looked up at him, our eyes locking, and then I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth, to glide my tongue over him.
The hiss that left his mouth at that moment was unreal.
He was salty and sweet, and I could feel every vein, every ridge of him as slowly began flicking my tongue over him.
I slowly took him deeper, my lips stretching to accommodate his size. I could only take so much of him, but I was determined to try, to make him feel as undone as he had made me feel all night.
His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me, setting a rhythm as I bobbed my head, taking him in and out of my mouth. I could feel the heat building between my legs as I sucked him.
Elijah's breath was coming in ragged gasps now, his grip on my hair tightening, his hips beginning to move in time with my mouth. "Fuck, Violet," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Your mouth feels so good."
I could feel the power surging through me, could feel the control I had over him. I wanted to make him come, wanted to taste him, to swallow him down. I reached up, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock, squeezing, stroking in time with my mouth.
He groaned again, his head falling back, his eyes closed. "Yes," he hissed. "Just like that. Fuck, you're good at this."
I could feel the pride swelling in me as well as the desire building in my core. I wanted him to know that I had pushed him to the edge, that I had made him lose control.
But just when I was beginning to feel that I was winning, his hand slipped inside the jacket pocket and he directly put the vibrator on full speed.
The sudden buzz of sensation made me gasp, made my body arch against his. It was too much and yet too less all of a sudden.
I moaned against him as he muttered. “Dont stop”
It was exquisite torture to continue sucking him when all I wanted him to sate my ache that he rekindled all over again.
“Please” I begged.
“You are not allowed to come until I say so”
His voice was rough and commanding.
Elijah's words sent a shiver down my spine, a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. I knew he wasn't going to make this easy for me, and wasn't going to let me have my release so quickly.
And like a selfish girl, I increased my pace, my mouth and hand working in tandem, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock each time I pulled back. I could feel him getting closer, could feel the tension in his body while my own was taut as a wire.
He reached down, his hands grasping my arms, pulling me roughly to my feet. Before I could react, he had spun me around, pushing me against the cold, hard surface of the nearby wall. I could feel the rough texture of the brick against my skin, could feel the way it scraped against my dress, pulling it up, baring my ass to the cool night air.
Elijah's hands were on me, rough and demanding, squeezing my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. I could hear the rustle of fabric as he freed himself once more, angling the tip towards my ass. I braced myself, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching with desire.
"Beg for it, Violet," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Beg for my cock."
I hesitated, my pride warring with my desire. But then he reached around, his fingers finding the vibrator still nestled inside me and pulling it out.
I shivered at the contact of his fingers against my wet core.
"Please," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Elijah. I need you.”
He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Louder, Violet. I want to hear you beg."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "Please, Elijah," I screamed, hoping the chilly wind would not carry my desperation to the crowd below. "Please, fuck me. I need you to fill me up."
He growled, his hands gripping my hips, positioning himself at my back entrance. "Good girl," he said, his voice tight with restraint. "Now, hold onto the wall tightly."
His legs pushed mine wide open and then I felt him not slide in gently but ram into me at once. I gasped, my body shuddering in pleasant surprise.
"Take it, Violet," he commanded, his voice rough. "Take all of it."
I held onto the wall, my body convulsing with each thrust as I tried to adjust to the sensation.
I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, could feel the way my body struggled to keep up with his pace. But despite the discomfort, despite the way my body ached, I was hungry for more.
He kept thrusting inside me, as the cold bit into my exposed skin until I finally heard him shudder.
Without wasting time, he turned me around, lifted me up to sit on his shoulders because my knees couldn’t stay still anymore and licked every single drop of my juices.
My eyelids fluttered just before noticing a shadow hurriedly climb down the stairs.