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Robert nodded, looking pleased that Mirabelle had ended the conversation. “I'm with Mira on this one. Let's go and have a good time while everyone else is stuck at gender reveal parties.” Looking relieved that they hadn't ruined the evening, Victor, Francesca, and Eleanor followed them out the door.

Chapter Twenty-One: To The Edge

Mirabelle

After the concert and a final nightcap at a nearby pub, they returned to the hotel and parted ways in front of the elevator, with Mirabelle and Bastian continuing down the hall to their room on the ground floor after saying good night while the others got on the elevator to go to their respective floors. Mirabelle was very pleased with how the night had gone, Bastian had gotten along wonderfully with Eddie’s family, with Francesca in particular taking a liking to him.

Mirabelle hadn’t really gone into too much detail about what it was like for her growing up, hating the pitying glances and the way people became awkward after finding out she was frequently neglected while her mother stripped and prostituted herself to keep a roof over their heads, she gave the bare minimum of information and only when directly asked. Bastian, on the other hand, spun their childhood into a collection of stories that showed how they had overcome the various obstacles they came up against, either making them sound humorous or adventurous. She didn’t care when Bastian told people about their childhood; he knew what stories she didn’t want to tell and respected her feelings about them. She knew he coped with it by making them the heroes in their story whoovercame the odds. Mirabelle preferred to leave the past in the past and just didn’t talk about it.

When asked how they knew all of Fleetwood Mac’s songs at the pub, Bastian explained it was the soundtrack of their childhood since it was pretty much all that played at the convenience store they worked at from thirteen until they graduated and moved to New York City for university and told several funny stories about their time working there and Ned’s obsession with Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks in particular, and explained how they came to work there and why, glossing over the fact that it was mostly so they had food security and putting the focus on how they saved everything they could for university. Francesca hung onto every word, and while Mirabelle could see she was upset that they had to work at thirteen, she was more impressed by their work ethic and dedication than anything.

They reached their room, and Bastian opened the door and guided her in, following closely behind her. Mirabelle barely had time to put her purse down on the table before Bastian pulled her to him and kissed her so thoroughly it left her breathless while backing her toward the bedroom. When he let her go and began unbuttoning his shirt, she could only watch as his chest and abs were revealed. Some people – like her mother – made fun of Bastian for his obsession with his looks and fashion, but Mirabelle appreciated the lengths he went to look his best; how could she not when the results were what they were? He was gorgeous. He dropped the shirt next to the bed and took a step forward, reaching for her.

“Unzip me, please.” She said softly, turning away from him and pulling her hair over her shoulder and out of the way. Bastian leaned down and dropped kisses along the back and side of her neck as he slowly unzipped her dress. Turning backto face him, Mirabelle stepped back, slid the dress down over her and let it fall to a pile around her feet. She stepped out of it and stood before him in her lingerie and boots, her stomach flipping when he groaned as he looked her over. The lingerie set had been a last-minute choice to include when she was packing, and his reaction let her know she had made the right choice. The lacy blue strapless bra barely held her breasts in place, with the matching underwear rising high over her hips before plunging below her navel, Bastian’s eyes were dark with pure lust as he looked her over, and she could see his cock tenting his pants with a small wet spot beginning to come through on the charcoal grey fabric.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” Bastian’s voice was a low rumble as he reached for her again. Mirabelle smiled. He’d never been shy about telling her she was beautiful, even as a gangly, pimple-ridden teen, but the way he was looking at her like she was the most desirable woman in the world was making her a little weak in the knees. Determined to be the one in control, at least at first, she put her hand on his shoulder, pushed him back until he was seated on the bed, then straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth when he parted his lips.

Mirabelle felt Bastian’s hands tighten on her waist before sliding up her rib cage and over the swell of her breasts. He caught her breasts, cupping their weight gently before brushing his thumbs across her nipples, making a shiver run up her spine. His mouth found her jaw, and he began to kiss, lick, and nibble his way down her neck, across her chest, until he latched on to her nipple, sucking it through the lace. She gasped, a shock of heat travelling through her, as he gently bit down and dug her nails into his shoulders before dragging them down his chest.

Realizing he was subtly trying to gain control of the situation, Mirabelle stood up and got on her knees between his legs. She watched as Bastian looked down at her with surprise, which quickly turned to a lazy smirk, and he leaned back on his hands as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She tugged lightly, and he lifted his hips so she could pull them off. She let out a low moan as his cock sprang free, hard and leaking. She loved knowing she did this to him. She reached out a finger and brushed it across the head, capturing some of the precum. Holding eye contact with him, she licked it off, making him groan and his cock twitch.

Smiling at his response to her, she leaned forward and dragged her tongue from the base to the tip. Bastian let out a growl and gave her a warning look, “Don't tease me, Mira.” His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and she had to hold back a smug smirk. Bastian loved to tease and edge, but when it came to his pleasure, he wanted it immediately. Mirabelle didn’t plan to tease, but she did want to make him think she was. She wrapped her hand firmly around the base and brought her lips forward until they barely touched the head. Her tongue darted out and brushed across once. “Damn it, Bunny.” He panted and closed his eyes momentarily as his body shuddered.

Not wanting to give him a chance to realize what she was about to do, she pounced, wrapping her lips around him and taking as much of his length into her mouth and throat as possible. “Fuck! Oh God, Fuck” Bastian yelled hoarsely. His hands flew to her hair and pulled roughly. Mirabelle moaned around him - she loved having her hair pulled - and to her surprise, Bastian lost control, holding her head in place and fucking her mouth in earnest. She adjusted quickly and went with it, licking and sucking to increase his pleasure. Her hands reached out and cupped his balls; she felt them tighten and knewhe was close. She looked up to find him watching her take his dick, and the look in his eye made her shiver.

“That's right, Gorgeous.” Bastian’s voice was strangled and breathless. “Take my cock into that pretty mouth. Fuck, you look so hot right now.” He groaned, and she felt his body tense up. “I'm gonna cum, and you're gonna swallow it all like the good girl you are.” His hands tightened in her hair, and she moaned again. His hips stuttered; he stiffened and let out a guttural groan as he came hard into her mouth. Mirabelle swallowed everything and gently licked his sensitive head as she pulled back, making his body jerk as he let out a breathless chuckle and held out his hands to her. She took them and let him help her to her feet and back into his lap.

He leaned down, picked up his shirt from the floor, and gently cleaned her face, making Mirabelle’s heart melt at how quickly he switched from taking what he wanted from her to the aftercare of holding her and looking after her. Bastian didn’t take any time to enjoy the aftereffects of his release; his focus and concern were entirely on her, which was new for her and made her feel incredibly loved.

Bastian

“You're so fucking amazing; you know that?” Bastian murmured as he helped her stand up with him; he was impressed with how quickly and well she had adapted to his actions. It was rare for him to have his dick sucked; he got off more on making women fall apart than having them give him pleasure. He liked to get off quickly and tended to be rough, but Mirabelle had leaned into it and even enjoyed it. “I'm gonna make you feel incredible, Bunny.” He promised, reaching behind her back and undoing the clasp of her bra. He traced his fingers lightly over her back and around her ribs as he slowly drew it off her, letting her breasts fall free. God, he loved her body.

“You are so beautiful, Mira.” He kissed her briefly before trailing kisses along her jaw and neck, making her gasp when he gently sucked on her pulse point, then continued down her shoulder, across her collarbone, to the hollow of her throat. His hands were on her waist, and he slowly slid them up, over her ribs, and around to cup her breasts. He gently squeezed, and his thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing her to inhale and jump slightly.

“Don't hold back, Gorgeous. I need to hear you.” Bastian murmured in between kisses down her breast. His lips wrapped around her nipple, and he began to suck and nip at it, swirling his tongue around it while pinching and rolling her other nipple in his fingers. To his surprise, Mirabelle began to squirm impatiently; releasing her nipple, he chuckled and pulled back. “Talk to me, Bunny.”

“What you're doing feels good.” She looked a little guilty as she assured him, but she didn’t have to; if what he was doing wasn’t working for her, he wanted to know what would. “But I was getting way more pleasure from you kissing my neck. My breasts aren't overly sensitive, and it's just been pleasant, not really... great?”

“Do you trust me?” He asked, smiling. Given her reaction to his earlier roughness, he had a feeling he knew what was going on. “I think it might be more of a touch than a sensitivity issue.”

“Yes, I trust you. What do you mean?” Bastian didn’t answer; as soon as he heard she trusted him, he leaned in and bit down hard on her nipple; as he expected, Mirabelle’s back arched into it, and she let out a loud gasp. He stopped trying to be gentle and sucked hard on it, making her whimper and dig her nails into his shoulders. “Oh my god, yeah, it was a touch issue.” She panted as he switched and gave her other nipple the same treatment. He felt her hands slide up his neck into his hair,holding his head against her as he roughly sucked and chewed. “Fuck. Bast.” He could feel her trembling a little, and he let her nipple go with a soft pop.

“See what I mean, Gorgeous?” He murmured as he kissed and licked to soothe her now red and swollen nipples. “Have to learn what you need.” He grinned up at her. “And I'm going to learn every inch of your body.” He sat her down on the bed, knelt on the floor before her, and pulled off her boots. He kissed his way up her calf and thigh. After a few minor reactions, he confirmed he didn't have to be soft and gentle; she needed a firmer touch. He adjusted and was rewarded with more vocal responses from her, more moans and whimpers. He explored every inch of her, re-learning where and what touches got a response. Her inner thighs made her jump and twitch; her neck caused her to moan, especially just below her ear and around her shoulders. Her back was highly sensitive; she enjoyed the feeling of him lying on her and kissing her neck from behind, as were her hips and ass. He was thoroughly enjoying making her moan, gasp and whimper when she suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it against the front of her soaked panties; he froze and looked up at her in surprise.

“Bastian. Please, no more; I need to cum.” Bastian instantly relaxed and couldn’t help the smug smile that crossed his lips. He hadn’t been trying to break her and make her beg, but his cock was instantly rock hard when he heard it. “Please.” She whimpered and looked at him pleadingly, pushing against his hand, clearly desperate for some kind of friction.

Bastian's eyes widened; he had been enjoying himself so much he hadn't realized how badly he'd been teasing her. “You've been such a good girl, letting me play with your body, and I did promise to make you feel good, didn't I?” Hemurmured soothingly as he gently pulled his hand free from her grasp.

“You did. Please, Bast.” She nodded frantically before letting out a whine when he pulled his hand free. “Bast!”

He smiled down at her as he stood up and gripped the hem of her panties. “I like it when you beg me, Bunny.” He pulled down and discarded her underwear and then positioned himself next to her. He ran his hand down her stomach and cupped her, pressing his palm down on her clit and was instantly rewarded when Mirabelle moaned loudly and pushed her hips up against him. Bastain watched her face as he slowly pushed his middle finger inside her. She was absolutely dripping, and he groaned as her walls clamped down on his finger. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her; the thought of feeling her squeeze his cock that way made him lightheaded. He could see she was gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles were turning white, and he felt a pang of guilt as he realized he had wound her up too much.

Bastian pulled out his finger and adjusted his hand, rubbing his thumb over her clit as he pushed two fingers back inside. He pumped them in and out and bent to capture her nipple in his teeth, making her whole body tremble as he worked her to her release. He let her nipple go and whispered in her ear. “Cum for me, Gorgeous, relax and cum for me.” He smiled as her body stiffened and then felt her let go. Her walls pulsing frantically around his fingers, she almost sobbed as the orgasm rushed through her. He kept his movements up, working her through and trying to draw out her pleasure as long as possible.

When she stopped twitching, he pulled his fingers from her and licked them clean, moaning softly at her taste. He gazed down at her; her eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply, looking absolutely stunning with her post-orgasmic glow. “Youokay, Bunny?” he asked quietly. She nodded slowly, blindly reaching for him, making Bastian smile smugly as he pulled her against him. He loved that he was able to do that to her. “You're allowed to tell me when you want something, Mira. You don't have to just let me keep going like that.”

“I was enjoying it, Bastian.” She murmured, her eyes still closed. “In the end, it just became too much, and I needed a release.”

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