Page 42 of Vivacity
Heat courses through my entire pelvic region like molten treacle as his tongue slides over me and his fingers lance me witha perfect sting, over and over. I raise my chin a little to catch a peek of the fine, fine sight of his head between my legs as he licks me, his hair tousled. He glances up, and the look he gives me through his eyelashes is so depraved, so feral, that it practically sends me over the edge. I let my head flop down and stretch my arms out above my head and focus on withstanding his sensory barrage.
My whimpers grow louder, and they seem to galvanise him. He ramps up his ministrations, twisting his fingers viciously inside me at the top of each thrust as he uses his supple lips and strong tongue to wreak total havoc on my clit.
It’s too much. I’m incandescent, breathless with desire. My orgasm shimmers around my consciousness, a beautiful halo. I try to arch my back, but Ethan holds me down, forcing me to absorb every single ounce of this onslaught. My only outlet is my voice, and by god do I let rip.
‘I can’t—oh my god, Ethan. It’s so—harder. Harder. Please. It’s—god, just there, just there, I can’t?—’
The blessed man doubles down, lavishing my pussy with every ravenous lick, every suck I need, like he’s eating me for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And as he does, the white-hot heat flooding my body ignites into something the intensity of which I can’t name or understand, and I’m consumed, writhing and bucking and shaking as best I can as he licks me and finger-fucks me relentlessly through it all.
I pull my bound hands up and press the heels of my hands into my eye sockets as planets collide and stars combust behind my eyelids. I’m still crying out, I realise, but it’s gibberish, utter nonsense. Gradually, I float down from my extraordinary climax. Ethan’s touch has softened, and, right as my flesh grows too sensitised, he withdraws his mouth and fingers.
He crawls up my body, looking for all the world like a man on the brink of losing his sanity altogether, and crouches over meon all fours. I stare up at him, stunned, as he reaches for the strip of condoms.
‘I’ll take that,’ he says, ‘as win number one.’
ETHAN
I’ve seen Sophia post-orgasm before, of course. The sight of her when I peeled her off my desk after her interview is a memory I’ve jerked off to with particular pleasure.
But seeing her like this, her beautiful body sprawled beneath me in a semi-restrained, sex-drunk, sated heap, is… affecting, on a whole other level.
Out there somewhere, my father and the Montagues are presumably engaged in mud-slinging and war games and brinksmanship, and I should probably care.
While in here, Sophia stares up at me with glazed eyes, her breathing ragged, her tits heaving. She looks at me as though I’m her god, as though I’m some kind of miracle worker, when, really, it’s she who’s the alchemist. It’s she who’s slowly transforming the poison that’s been coursing through my veins all day into honey.
I rear up onto my knees between her legs, tearing a condom off the strip and ripping open the foil. She watches me pinch the condom and roll it over my impossibly hard, impossibly painful dick. I, in turn, take her in. She’s still so tanned. Such a vision against these white sheets. Those lashes. Thoseeyes. All that dark, glossy hair. She’s undoubtedly a siren, and her call is fucking deafening, and if I crash against the rocks and perish, it will all have been worthwhile.
‘Time for win number two,’ I tell her. I want her like this for now, bound and supine and at my mercy. I want to lower myself down on top of her and blot everything else out and consume her the way she’s just consumed me.
Her mouth makes a littleO. Her gorgeous face is still dazed. And I can wait no longer to plunge inside her and let myself drown.
I’m a lucky man, I suppose. Since my wife did the only feasible thing she could do and ran for the hills, taking Jamie with her, I’ve been able to subjugate any sense of responsibility I feel for other people’s happiness and wellbeing. That’s a good thing when your mere presence is usually the antidote to their happinessorwellbeing. And the bonus is that, rather than go through the motions of dating in order to get laid, I can employ spectacular women to take care of my needs.
My need right now is a hard fuck, a fuck punishing enough to obliterate all my problems, and I have faith that my newest and most alluring employee will give me just that. After all, she served me up her own utter destruction with aplomb, just as I instructed her.
I don’t take my eyes off her as I brace on one elbow and feed her my dick. Beneath me, she moves to accommodate me as best she can. Sophia’s no blushing ingenue, and she’s wet as fuck, but it’s still a tight fit. Sweat pricks my skin as I endeavour to ram home without losing it.
She truly is a sight to behold. The way she’s blinking up at me from under that feathery fringe is so seductive. Her legs are still drawn up, her soft inner thighs the most heavenly cradle for my body. In my world of self-denial and self-control and, probably, self-sabotage, she is an oasis of carnal abundance, and I’m about to gorge myself stupid.
As I sink deeper, I can’t resist: I lower my mouth to hers so I can fill her up at both ends. I want her to taste her own honeyedsweetness on my lips. My tongue toys with hers as I give another thrust and bottom out in her. Jesus Christ. I really need to find a way to get this woman bare so there’s no barrier between my starving dick and her glorious inner walls as I drag my way in and out of her.
But even so, it’s heavenly in here. I hold still and kiss her harder. I want her to feel it too, feel how perfectly we fit.
With the hand not holding my weight, I grab her arse. It’s so fucking round and plump against my palm. I dig my fingers in, finding purchase in her smooth skin so I can ensure I maintain deadly focus once I start to move.
And I really do mean deadly.
Still kissing her, I slide out and plunge brutally back in. The moan she makes in my mouth tells me she feels the vicious beauty of it as much as I do.
I’m moving inside her properly now, with long, fevered thrusts that have my poor dick on fire. I can’t take my eyes off her. I watch for every flicker of pleasure over her stunning face as I drive home, over and over.
She’s watching me too.
I knew the moment I saw her that she was a knockout. But there’s nothing quite like having your own arousal reflected in her eyes to understand that she’s far, far more than that.
She brings her bound hands up and over us, smoothing them down my back and then up again so she can stroke my neck. It’s an act of defiance I shouldn’t tolerate, but it feels so good.
‘’Even when you’re being fucked you’re a disobedient little thing,’ I growl.
