My dick twitches in my hand at the sight of her, with those dark, fierce eyes and her fists resting on her hips. “Like a fucking goddess.”
Bria’s grin turns feral. She could just as easily rip out my throat as fuck me blind. “Over there,” she says, pointing toward a vanity table without taking her eyes from mine. I’m caught in her gaze, wanting to remember her exactly as she looks right now. Willing to try anything. Ready to play. “Come on now, Eli. Over there. Put your hands on the vanity and wait for me.”
I do as she says, shifting off the bed with my dick still in my hand and my heart racing with anticipation. Bria rummages in the bag and I watch in the mirror as she saunters over with a bottle of lube, the curved dildo swinging with her motion. When she’s behind me, she takes my hips between her cool hands and moves them backward until I’m leaning at the angle she wants.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she says, her voice rich and seductive as she looks over my shoulder and meets my heated, lustful gaze in the mirror. The cap of the bottle snaps open. Bria breaks her stare away to watch as she drizzles it onto the crack of my ass and then the toy, and when she looks up my eyes are there, waiting. She smiles, clearly pleased that I’m following her instructions. She slides her fingers down the space between my cheeks and finds the hole, massaging it with lubed fingers. “Is there anything I shouldn’t do?”
“No,” I whisper on a shuddering breath. “Aside from going easy on me, I don’t think there’s anything you could possibly do that I won’t like.”
“Oh good,” she purrs. “Because I had no intention of going easy on you, Dr. Kaplan.” Bria slides the slick head of the toy over the clenched rim of my ass for several passes before massaging it, waiting as the intimate muscles start to give to the sensation. She asks me to take a few deep breaths and I do, and with one final lungful of air, she pushes the toy in on the exhale. It’s a hint of discomfort at first, the foreign feeling of fullness, but it rapidly dissolves into intense pleasure.
“Eli,” Bria says in a sharp voice. My eyes snap open as she slides the dildo further in. “Eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck you.”
“Christ,” I hiss. She slowly pushes the toy in, inch by inch, taking her sweet time to enjoy my growing desperation to be fucked, stopping only when she reaches the yoke of the harness. She stills for a moment, looking down between us as a moan escapes my lips. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”
A flash of something unexpected passes over her face, so brief and fleeting that it’s gone by the time her gaze rejoins mine in the mirror. “I hope not. For you, I’d rather be the life. Only for you.”
Before I can ask her what she means, Bria starts to pick up a rhythm and any thoughts or questions become lost in euphoria. She takes long, steady strokes and grips my shoulder for leverage, using her free hand to follow the lines of bone and muscle in my back. She traces my tattoo. She grips my waist. And she watches me in the mirror as I grit my teeth and moan, trying to hang on to every second of pleasure.
Before long, Bria picks up more momentum. Glides become thrusts. She reaches in front of me and grips my cock with one hand, her other sliding across the sweat trailing down my throat until it clamps beneath my jaw. My heart nearly sets my bones on fire with furious beats. There’s a question in her eyes.
“Do it,” I say.
“Then say my name with the last of your breath,” Bria whispers, reciting my words from the library with a wink. She grins at me in the mirror and tightens her hand around my throat with surprising strength. She watches me, enraptured. She strokes my cock. She rails me with thrusts.
A tingling sensation zips up my spine. My legs feel numb and I press the heels of my hands on the edge of the vanity. My balls tighten and my muscles tense as the orgasm builds through me in waves, cum shooting across the mirror as I roar Bria’s name. My arms quake as pleasure rolls and rolls through every nerve, the cum still trailing in spurts across the wood. It feels like it might never end. I wish it never would.
When I’m utterly spent, my heart raging deafening beats in my ears, Bria slides out of me. Her eyes are still on mine in the mirror. She steps to my side and leans forward, her movement slow and predatory, and drags her tongue through the cum sliding down the polished surface. When she turns to face me, she swallows it down, humming with approval.
“Let it be known, Dr. Kaplan,” Bria says as she trails a hand down my neck and onto my chest, “you screamed for me first.”
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“I can’t,” I say, sitting back a little from the fork that Eli holds aloft as he waits for me to cave. Chocolate drizzles from the molten cake, steam rising through the space between us where his eyes hold on to mine. He catches a syrupy drip on his thumb and licks it off with a heated gaze before he relents and slides the fork past his lips.
“Can’t, or won’t?”
“Both.”
That wicked smile pulls his dimple into view as he savors the chocolate. I glare in reply, but it only serves to spark the mischief in his eyes.
Eli stands and drags his chair to my side of the table, stopping to my right. He lays his phone on the surface by the candles and pulls the dessert plate in front of him, resting his arm across my backrest. His fork glides through the rich molten cake and he turns toward me.
“Some people claim that chocolate is better than sex,” he says, then lifts the fork to his lips.
“So I’ve heard. Is that what you believe?” I watch his throat bob with a swallow. He huffs a quiet chuckle.
“I think we’ve established that’s a firm no.”
“I don’t know. Your expression is pretty…ecstatic. Unless I’m getting your reactions mixed up.”
“I’m just trying to convince you that a little taste is worth it. Maybe you should break one of your rules. I’ll even make it worth your while.” Another bite of cake hovers near my lips. The scent of cocoa and vanilla fills my nostrils. The rich brown depths of Eli’s eyes shrink as his pupils consume the color, his gaze locked to my mouth. “Open up, sweetheart.”
I press my lips together and suck them between my teeth and shake my head, a smile creeping through my face before I can hide it. But Eli sees it in my eyes, and it only fuels the fire in his gaze.
Eli turns the fork to his lips and gives me a devious grin as he lets the chocolate melt in his mouth. He tugs my chair closer and then opens his phone to an app. His finger presses on a circular dial. When he turns the force of his attention on me, the rest of the room dissolves like sugar on the tongue.
My lips slide free from the grip of my teeth as Eli draws closer, inch by inch, until his kiss warms my skin and the scent of sin fills my senses. His tongue runs across the seam of my mouth. I hesitate. He strokes my lips again, beckoning. Teasing. Beseeching. When I open for him, a burst of flavor fills my mouth with the languid sweep of his tongue. Dark chocolate and heat, cream and butter. A taste of Eli beneath it, the burn of bourbon. His hand flows into my hair and down the back of my neck, holding steady on my bones.
And then I’m filled with vibration.
I gasp against Eli’s lips and my thighs press together as he turns the dial on the app to control the vibrator filling my sex. He smiles against my mouth as my breath hitches, pressing another kiss there before pulling away. The vibration is still low but I already feel my arousal dampen the narrow fabric patch of my thong. A groan slips past my lips as I shift in my chair.
