This Man (Page 119)

‘Yes.’ he answers decisively, punching in his code. The doors of the elevator close and I’m swiftly thrust up against the mirrored wall. ‘You owe me an apology f**k.’ he growls, attacking my mouth.

What the hell is an apology f**k, and why do I owe him one? I could make a list as long as my arm of all the apologies he owes me. I can’t think of anything that I should be apologising for.

‘What’s an apology f**k?’ I pant as he thrusts his knee between my thighs, moving his mouth to my ear.

‘It involves your mouth.’

I shake off a tremble as he pushes himself away from me, leaving me a raging bag of hormones, panting and holding myself up by leaning against the wall.

He steps back until his back meets the opposite wall of the elevator, his hooded eyes watching me closely as he removes his t-shirt and begins working the button fly of his jeans. My lips part to allow air into my lungs as I wait for instruction. I’m a quivering mess. He’s perfection incarnate, every sharp muscle flexing and rippling with his movement.

His jeans gape open, revealing his mass of hair, his erection falling out into his waiting palm. He isn’t wearing boxers. No obstruction. I flick my eyes up to his, but he’s looking down, observing himself.

I follow his eyes with my own and watch as he draws long, slow strokes over his arousal, his breath hitching slightly on each draw. Seeing him work himself has pins and needles stabbing at my groin and my body temperature swiftly rising. Good God, he is way past perfect. My gaze travels back up his body, finding the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. His stomach muscles are tense, his eyes hooded and lust filled, and that full bottom lip is parted and moist. He’s staring at me now, carefully watching me from across the elevator.

‘Come here,’ His voice is hoarse, his sludgy eyes dark. I walk slowly towards him. ‘On your knees.’

I steady my breathing and slowly lower myself to the floor, sliding my hands down the front of his tight thighs, maintaining our eye connection as I do. He looks down at me, his arousal still being worked slowly in his hand. I’m absolutely transfixed on this beautiful man looming over me, working himself. He uses his free hand to caress the side of my face as he pants short, strained breaths through his parted lips. He taps my cheek with his middle finger.

‘Open.’ he orders. I part my lips, running my hands around the back of his legs to grip the tops of his thighs as he strokes the side of my face in approval and positions himself at my lips. ‘You’ll take it all the way, and I’m going to come in your mouth,’ He runs his moist head over my bottom lip, and my tongue darts out to lap up the bead of creamy cum escaping. ‘You’ll swallow.’

My stomach twists, my breath catching in my throat as he rears back and slowly plunges into my mouth. I watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his jaw so hard, I think he could burst a vein in his temple. I tighten my grip on the back of his thighs and pull him forward.

‘Fuuuuuck!’ he grates through his gritted teeth. His fist is still wrapped around the base, preventing me from taking him all the way. He moves his other hand to the back of my head as he stills, drawing urgent breaths. I can feel the pressure he’s applying to his thick length, no doubt to prevent himself from climaxing immediately.

After a few moments, he’s regained his composure, and he slowly peels his hand away from his base, placing it on the back of my head to join the other. I watch him puff out a few hard breaths. He’s psyching himself up. I better make this good then.

I draw my mouth back and wickedly skate my hand around to the front of his thigh and between his legs to glide under his heavy sacks. His grasp on my head tightens as he moans a prayer to the ceiling, his hips shaking. He’s fighting to keep control.

Lightly, I trace the tip of my finger, back and forth, over the seam of his sack. I watch as the cords in his neck tighten to snapping point. I’m enjoying this. He’s defenseless, vulnerable and I’m in total control. Despite his earlier demands to kneel and open he’s at my complete mercy. It makes a nice change, and I’m not ignorant to the fact that I want to please him.

I’m dimly aware of the elevator doors opening, but I ignore it. I’m completely engrossed in what I’m doing to him. Moving my hand to his base, I hold him firm as I run my tongue over his tip and plant a soft kiss on the end. I look up and see him lower his head, searching for my eyes. When he finds them, he begins working slow circles with his hands in my hair as I lap at his entire length, paying special attention to the underside and taking immense pleasure when he jerks a few times, pushing rapid bursts of air through his teeth.

He watches me, refusing to close his eyes and determined to see me work him, as I trail the entire length of him, pushing the tip of my tongue into the slit when I reach his broad head. He gives me that roguish grin, but I wipe it from his face and knock the air clean out of his lungs when I return my hand to the back on his thigh and yank him forward into my mouth.

‘Oh Jesus, Ava!’ he barks.

I can feel him brushing the back of my throat, and it takes every effort not to retch at the invasion. He feels so thick in my mouth. I start to retreat, but he knocks the wind out of me by thrusting back in, robbing me of breath. His fingers curl in my hair as he slowly withdraws and drives forward again, letting out a long moan of pure pleasure. Any illusion I was under of me being in control are long forgotten. He knows what he wants and how he wants it. Yet again, he has the power.

‘You have a f**king incredible mouth, Ava.’ He surges forward again, holding me in place with his strong hands, but calmly caressing and stroking my hair at the same time. ‘I’ve wanted to f**k it since I laid eyes on you.’