Beneath This Man

‘What are you waiting for?’ he asks me, thrusting his hips forward impatiently. All thoughts of mystery scars are expelled as I remember the last time I took him like this – how brutal he was. Will he be like that again?

I drag my eyes away from his carnal stare and flex my grip on his throbbing cock. Reaching forward, I lap up the leaking bead of cum from his swollen crown and slowly draw my hand forward, hearing him moan low in his throat, his hips shaking slightly. I know he wants to charge forward into my mouth. Will he hold back?

His breathing quickens with each lazy stroke I draw, his lower abdomen rising and falling before my eyes. When I hear him curse, I wickedly lap at his balls before gliding my tongue slowly but firmly up the underside, rising on my legs slightly to ensure I reach the very tip.

‘All the way, Ava.’ he pants.

I’m aware of the door on the elevator closing again and then Jesse reaching over, slamming his fist against the button before returning his hand to the wall behind me.

Wrapping my lips around his head, I circle my tongue slowly, delicately. He shudders. I love doing this to him. I love instigating these sounds from his mouth, the reactions from his body.

I wait for his surge forward, but it doesn’t come. He’s struggling. I can feel his tenseness seeping into my body from our contact; I can see his hips shaking slightly in front of me. I put him out of his misery and take him deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He feels like velvet on my tongue. He lets out a suppressed bark as I pull back, lap slowly and take him again. This time, his hips surge forward and with my head against the wall, there is no retreating space. He moves his hands to cup the back of my head, padding me as he powers forward on a shout, throwing his head back and driving in and out of my mouth purposefully.

I remember to relax, my gag reflex working hard not to wretch. I let my hands drift around his hips to find his tight arse, and then bury my fingernails into his toned flesh.

‘Harder!’ His voice is severe and animalistic. I dig in harder. ‘Oh, f**k.’ He continues with his drives, and I know he’s close. I prize one hand off a cheek and reach between his thighs to wrap my fist around his balls. It’s his undoing.

‘Holy shit!’ he yelps, pulling out to wrap his own fist around the base. ‘Keep hold and open your mouth.’ His eyes drill into me.

I do what I’m told, keeping my tight grip of his heavy sack and opening my mouth, maintaining our eye contact. He pistons his fist back and forth, the muscles in his neck bulging, and on a stifled cry, he rests the broad head of his c**k on my lower lip and releases into me, hot, creamy liquid hitting the back of my throat and coating the inside of my mouth. I swallow impulsively.

His strokes slow and I loosen my vice lock around his sack, dragging my hand, palm up, between his thighs until I meet his slow caresses. I curl my hand around his fist and we work him down together as I lap up the salty essence of him pouring into my mouth.

‘I want one of those every day for the rest of my life.’ His face is poker straight, his voice deadly serious, and I hope he means from me. ‘From you.’ he adds, as if reading my mind.

I smile and return my attention to his steel length that is still contracting through both of our hands. I circle and lick, ensuring I’ve got every last bit of him, and then drop a tender kiss on the very tip.

His fingers flex and I release him. ‘Come here.’ He reaches down and pulls me up against his chest. ‘I love you and your filthy mouth.’ he says quietly as he nuzzles my nose with his.

‘I know you do.’ I reach down to start tucking him back in and refastening his trousers.

He lets me finish securing him, and then grabs my hand, pulling me out of the elevator towards the penthouse door. ‘That was a complete waste of time. They’ll be off as soon as I get you inside.’

He lets us in and the smell of something lovely invades my nostrils. ‘Oh, dinner!’ I completely forgot about that. Thank God I turned the oven off, or we might have returned to fire engines and yet more damage bills.

He leads me into the kitchen and releases my hand to grab an oven glove. He pulls out an over cooked lasagna and dumps it on the side, shaking his head. ‘I employ a housekeeper and a cook and you still manage to burn dinner.’ He looks at me with an arched brow.

What with our screaming match and subsequent make up, I had forgotten about the poor woman who I was so inexcusably rude to. I will have to make amends with her. She probably thinks I’m a total bitch. ‘Will she come back?’ I ask guiltily.

He laughs. ‘I hope so,’ He pokes the crusty top layer of the lasagna. ‘Cathy’s lasagna is delicious.’ He focuses his eyes back on me. ‘It looks like I’ll have to find something else to eat.’

He pushes the lasagna away from him and slowly stalks towards me, his hungry, green eyes full of promise and pleasure. He doesn’t slow his pace as he nears me. He wraps his arm around my back and carries on walking with me held tight against his chest. I reach up and fan my fingers through his soft, messy mop and frown when he bypasses the stairs, heading for the terrace.

‘Where are we going?’ I ask as I watch the stairs pass.

‘An alfresco f**k,’ He pushes his lips to mine. ‘It’s a pleasant evening. Let’s not waste it.’

He carries me onto the terrace and across the limestone slabs to the raised decking area, the sounds of London by night clear in the cool evening air. I’m placed on my feet before he starts unbuttoning my blouse, his big fingers struggling with the tiny gold buttons, his concentration frown tickling his forehead. I reach for his trousers and start undoing his belt and flies. Then, starting at the bottom of his shirt, I undo each button slowly until his delicious chest is warm under my palms. I circle his ni**les with my thumbs as he reaches the final button of my blouse before moving to my trousers.