Dirty Aristocrat(56)

'It's my turn,' he growls urgently, his lips glistening from eating pussy.

And suddenly I am galvanized. I don't feel as if it is an obligation, as  if I have to return the favor. I don't even feel mildly resentful that  the delicious lull after my orgasm is going to be interrupted. And I  certainly don't feel what I always felt, as if he should have a wash  first. In fact, I want him, every inch of him, unwashed and raw. Let him  taste like old wine, bitter and enticing. Dark like the taste of  danger.         

     



 

I don't even want to do what I always do, tell him he can't come inside  my mouth. I want him to spill his seed down my throat. For the first  time ever I don't fake wanting to give a man a blow job. I want to  pleasure him. I get down on my knees and open my mouth so it looks wet  and open and hungry.

I hear a quick indrawn breath as I reach for his belt, fumble with it,  open it, slide down the zip, and see his muscular cock thrusting against  his briefs. I put my hand into his underwear and find the skin hot and  silky. I bring the thick throbbing length out and gasp.

His cock is inked. Fabulously so.

Fascinated, I pull his hips into a patch of yellow light and look at the  artwork. The skin around the massive head has been tattooed to resemble  an apple. A black and yellow snake holds that apple in its mouth while  its body coils around and around the entire fleshy rod until its tail  disappears into the nest of pubic hair above.

'It's fucking beautiful,' I tell him.

With a shiver of anticipation I grab him by the base and stretching my  mouth open greedily take the man, the snake, and the red apple between  my lips. I watch him close his eyes and throw his head back in pure  ecstasy. He swells further in my mouth, making me gag, so I slide him  out and swirl my tongue around the snake's head.

The taste of him coats my tongue and I feel my own juices leaking out of  me. I start sucking him slowly and feel a strange sense of power and  pride. On my knees pleasuring him feels good. I start bobbing my head  faster and faster.

Until he can stand it no more.

He grabs my hair and fucks my mouth. When he looks down our eyes catch.  Something ancient passes between us. He holds my head tight to his  groin, emits a harsh cry, and erupts in my mouth. Hot liquid gushes down  my throat. He jerks and more salty semen discharges into me.

He holds my head in place and watches me suck him clean. Then he pulls  me upright and slides his hand between my legs. I am so ready and wet, I  moan. His gaze is watchful and unsated. We are both unsatisfied.  Hungry. Starving hungry.

He takes my hand and we hurry upstairs. He opens a door and I see a  white room with a massive red chandelier and a very large black bed with  white bedding. It is glamorous and strangely soulless.

When he peels off his shirt I see two things I did not expect. A tattoo  of a cross over his heart-unlike the tattoo on his penis, this one is  roughly inked as if it is homemade-and a chain made of beautifully cut  red crystal beads around his neck. It is a woman's accessory, but  strangely it does not look odd or feminine on a man who is so seriously  ripped and tanned. If anything he seems more mysterious and masculine  for it.

I touch the smooth, glittering facets.

'Why are you wearing this?' I ask, my voice a whisper of wonder.

'Because I like it,' he says simply.

In his eyes I am suddenly startled to see something that makes him  different and more special than any other man who has undressed me or  pressed his body into mine. This man has done bad things, but he alone  has decided that I am his and only his. That I will always be his. He  will willingly give up his life for me.

He rips my top off in one vicious tug and flings it into one corner of  the room. My skirt sticks to my thighs. The air thuds in my lungs.

The sex is furious. Relentless. Glittering. We fuck hard and fast and  dirty, sweat running down his curving muscles and dripping on my bare  skin.





TEN



That night I dream of Luke. He is standing on a bridge in a foreign  country, perhaps China or Japan, and his back is turned to me.

'Come to me,' I call to him.

Although he turns and looks at me he doesn't move, so I put my foot on  the bridge to go to him, but instantly his face changes to one of  terror. He starts to shake his head. In my dream I ignore his warning  and put my other foot on the bridge and to my shock he starts to  disintegrate the way a statue would. Bits fall off him. His hands drop  off. I take another step and his hips crumple and he crashes to the  ground on the stump of his waist. The closer I get to him the more he  disintegrates, but even though I am horrified by his destruction I am  unable to stop moving toward him.

Tears start pouring down my face, but still my feet move forward. His  head falls on his chest. His face turns to dust and starts flying off.  And still I cannot stop walking toward him. Finally I reach him and he  is a handful of dust.

I take the handful of dust and eat it.

I wake up naked and flushed and stuck to Jake's skin. I can still smell  the heady scent of our raw, primal pillow-biting fuck. I suddenly  remember that time when I ran on pure rage. Rage against the world that  had taken Luke away. For a few seconds I do nothing. Simply lie  listening to the thud of my heart and feel the sweat pouring out of my  skin.         

     



 

The window is open and a soft breeze is blowing in.

Slowly I turn my face and look at Jake. Sleeping the sleep of the  innocent. I touch the sheet and it slides off his massive shoulder,  baring the crudely inked cross on his chest. Very gently I turn around  and, going close to his face, smell his fragrant throat.

Desire radiates off me like the heat of a sultry summer night. My  breasts begin to ache. I never thought I would ever feel this sweet ache  for any man, let alone Jake Eden, the criminal. I let my nipples gently  slide over his chest. They are so hard even that hurts. I watch the  sensuous, relaxed curve of his mouth. He is delicious. I bend my head  toward the sleeping man and viciously bite his lower lip.

His reaction is shockingly precise and immediate. Like a trained special  ops force under attack his hands fly up, fit around my neck and tighten  like bands of steel. My mouth opens in a startled gasp and his lip  falls out from between my teeth. We stare at each other, breathing hard.  There is no condemnation, only desire glowing in his eyes. His thumb  caresses my throat in a silky, sexual fashion. Excitement hums between  us.

No rules. No guilt. Here. There. Then gone.

We move toward each other at the same instant. His two fingers thrust  deep into my throbbing sex. I look at his hand disappearing into my  pussy and widen my thighs shamelessly.

'I'm gonna make this even better for you,' he says as his thumb begins  to swirl around my clit and I moan with the pleasure that flowers. I  curl my fingers and dig them into the mattress, as if I am getting ready  to fight my ground. In fact, I am holding on. It feels as if I am about  to fall from a great height.

His thumb presses down on my clit and my sex clenches with need.  Suddenly, he starts jamming into me. So incredibly fast my entire body  vibrates like a jackhammer. I climax without warning, my body  convulsing.

He lifts me by the waist and holds me over his erect cock and pushes me  down hard, stretching my swollen pussy over his blunt thickness.

'Ride me,' he commands.

Impaled on his thick, full cock I place my hands on the taut muscles of  his stomach, the skin under my palms burning, and slam myself on him. He  grabs my ass and spreads the cheeks so I am even more open when he  plunges upward into me.

It is the thrust of pure possession. He is claiming me as his and  erasing away the memory of every other man who has been inside me. I  allow him to fuck me harder and harder, flattening my thighs and pushing  my sex into him until it is too much to bear. Our struggle is raw and  wild and age old. This soaking wet cunt belongs to me, his body tells  me, and I'll fuck it any way I want.

I twist and struggle, but he is so much stronger there is simply no  contest. His pubic bone keeps on hitting my clit and I feel myself begin  to break open. My drop down on him is no longer slow but frenzied. My  breasts bounce wildly.

The climax comes while I am wide open and taking every inch of that  massive cock of his. As he unleashes his hot cum deep inside me I clench  wildly around his flesh. We are both panting. I rest my forehead  against his chest. Slowly, he lifts my body so I am looking into his  eyes.

We gaze at each other.

'Lily, why are you so scared?' His voice is soft, curious.

'I'm not scared.'

'No?'

'No.' I lightly graze my fingernail on the red crystals. He catches my fingers. They look so tiny inside his big hand.

'I'm just reckless,' I tell him.

'Hmm …  That's what I would be if I was not what I am.'

'What are you?'

'Lucky. I'm very lucky, Lily,' he says drowsily.

His eyelids flutter down and I watch him fall asleep while he is still  inside me. I lift away from his body gently, but with a sucking sound  that does not wake him. I lie beside him-not so our skins touch, but so I  can still feel the heat that comes in waves from his body. I cannot  comprehend the connection I have with this man. I cannot understand the  way we fuck, like wild animals. I have never been like that with anyone.  And I simply cannot comprehend the deep way I feel about him.