Page 66 of Allured
“Yes, Sir,” I groan. My cock rests heavy on the bar. The tip is already leaking precum and making a fucking mess as it presses against the mirror.
Ezekiel makes quick work of wrapping and securing the belt around my calf. A hard tug has him humming in approval. I’m completely at his mercy in this position. But let’s face it, I’m always at his mercy. In any position.
I still can’t see much more than what I can catch with the small bursts of light from the storm. Somehow, not being able to see shit makes all my other senses heightened. I can smell the rain from outside just as strongly as I smell Ezekiel’s woodsy and sharp scent beside me.
“Aleksander,” Ezekiel calls out. His fingers run from the belt, up my thigh, and settle at the top of my ass. I wait for him to continue speaking.
“Did you honestly think I would do anything to jeopardize what we have?” he asks. I can hear from his displeased tone that he does not actually want my reply.
“That I would want to have you as a dirty secret on the side?” he asks, raising his voice. One of his hands smacks down on my asscheek. And then the other. My body tenses but I stand still, letting him continue.
“You are worth more than that, Alek. You are my first thought every morning and my last thought as I drift to sleep, hoping I will be blessed with dreams of you. You are myeverything.”
There’s a tightening in my chest as I hear him declare his love for me. I push my lips together to hold in a sob that threatens to escape.
“I love you, Alek. Will you let me show you?” he asks.
I nod in reply, forgetting that he is unable to see me right now.
“Words, sweetheart. I need to hear your consent.” Ezekiel softly rubs my side.
“Yes, Ez. Please show me you love me.”
I hear a thud behind me but I’m unable to really turn around in this position to see where the noise came from. My thighs tense when I feel Ezekiel’s hands push to spread me open from below. I realize he’s on his knees behind me. A hint of warm breath is the only warning I get before I feel his warm, wet tongue move up my thighs and to my hole.
“Fuck!”I bang my head against the mirrors in front of me. I try my best to stay still even when my cock is begging me for more friction.
“Be careful, baby. I just bought those for you,” Ezekiel swats at my ass once again and dives back into licking me. His hands are gone for a moment and I hear a quick tear of the lube packet. Shivers go through my body when I feel one of his fingers inchcloser to my hole and hook past the ring of muscle, gliding in covered in spit and lube.
“I cannot wait to bury myself in you, baby.” Ezekiel’s face rests against my ass and the stubble there scrapes my skin. Another finger joins his first and a loud moan rips from me when he curls his fingers inward.
“Then don’t wait. Fuck me now, Ez.Please,” I beg. My muscles are tense in anticipation. A third finger spreads me wider for him.
“I will not risk hurting you. I will feed you my cock when I deem you ready,” he replies. Ezekiel emphasizes his statement with a rough bite on my ass. His fingers keep pumping inside of me and every movement makes my cock slide against the cold mirror. Just as I was about to start begging again, I finally feel Ezekiel’s fingers leave me.
The random flashes of lightning give me a chance to see Ezekiel’s reflected form standing behind me in the mirror. He’s still in all of his clothes but his cock is out and he’s spreading the lube on himself unrushed. He smirks when he catches me staring. I don’t blame him, I’m practically drooling over his cock right now.
Ezekiel walks forward until he’s pressed behind me. His right arm wraps around my torso and his hand settles at the base of my throat like it belongs there. The blunt head of his cock pushes against me and he slides in with a wild thrust. A creak from the bar joins our combined moans.
I feel Ezekiel’s hand move into the space between the bar and the wall of mirrors where my cock aches as it hangs over the wood. A thrust jolts me forward at the same time his fingers circle my tip.
“You’ve been making a mess, baby,” he comments. His voice is deep and sultry, matching the lust fueling my body right now.He plunges into me, using gravity to sink me down onto him at the same time.
I gasp when he moves his fingers down the head of my cock, pulling the skin back and exposing my leaking slit. My body is shaking. My mind is empty of any thoughts that aren’t about him claiming me.
An unyielding thrust, a tightening of his hand, slick from my drooling precum, takes me right to the edge of my sanity.
“I can’t— I can’t hold back, Ez. It’s too fucking good!” I scream and he grasps my throat harder, cutting off my breath even more. I can tell from his heavy breathing that he’s close too.Fuck, I need to feel his cum inside of me. I’m so desperate to feel it that I begin to sob within his hold.
“I need you to come, Alek. Come on my hand, come in this space I created just for you. Mark it,” he pants into my ear. His thrusts become brutal, lifting me several inches upwards every time.
“I’m gonna come, Ez!” I cry out. My body stiffens as the intensity of my orgasm causes my vision to fade. I feel myself going limp but Ezekiel commands my body and holds me close until I feel him tense and then relax in his release. He traces his hands down my sides soothingly and backs up as he pulls out of me slowly.
Ez helps keep me balanced as he reaches over and unbuckles the belt from my leg strapped to the ballet barre. We quickly find out how important the support from the belt was. A yelp of surprise leaves my lips when we start tumbling down toward the floor.
Ezekiel lets out a pained groan as all 225 lbs of me crashes down on him.
“Sorry, my leg fell asleep.” I chuckle but do my best to roll off of him. I end up crashing right into the mirrors when I do.Ezekiel howls with laughter at my pained sound. Something cold and sticky on the mirror distracts me from our shared giggles.
