Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Ellie

After Rafael’s kiss, my mind was a whirlwind of confusion and curiosity. I needed to talk to him.

Truthfully, I just needed him.

I first checked his office, thinking he might be there, but it was empty. The quiet of the room only amplified my restlessness.

Next, I headed to the kitchen, half expecting to find him lost in thought with a cup of coffee. But the kitchen was just as deserted, filled only with the soft hum of appliances.

Feeling a growing sense of urgency, I began searching the other rooms of the penthouse. Each space was more lavish than the last, but they were all empty.

Finally, I heard the distinct sound of a shower running.

My heart skipped a beat. Rafael was the only other person here. A mix of nervousness and anticipation washed over me. What should I do? Should I join him? Was I ready for something like that?

I stood outside of the bathroom door for several long moments of indecision before I just opened it and strode inside.

The immediate warmth enveloped me, the air thick with steam. The marble floors were slick with condensation, reflecting the soft light that filtered through the room.

In front of me, the large glass shower stall was clouded over, the contours of Rafael’s figure just visible through the fogged glass. Water cascaded down, its rhythmic sound blending with the hiss of steam.

All of that faded as his body turned toward mine. Through the clouded glass, I could see the outline of his tall, muscular frame. As I stepped closer, my eyes were drawn to the lines of his broad chest, his sculpted abs, and his strong arms.

Acting solely on instinct, I stepped closer and began to strip. First, I untied the sash around my waist and let the fabric of my wrap dress slowly undo itself. Then I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Rafael watched me in silence as I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. Then, I pushed my panties down my hips and let them drop to the tiles along with the rest of my clothing.

Completely naked, I opened the door to the shower and stepped inside.

Rafael’s eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable.

His body was magnificent, his skin bronzed and his muscles taut. I drew in a breath and let my eyes wander across his tight pectorals, the rigid planes of his abs, the deep indent of his ‘v’ and then my gaze dropped even lower to his cock.

His long, thick, fully erect cock.

Fuck .

My mouth dropped open and my cheeks burned as I stared at the size of him. He was huge, his shaft hard and proud, and my eyes widened as I imagined what it would feel like to have that massive length buried deep inside me. Sure, I’d been with a few men during the course of my life, but Rafael was undoubtedly the biggest.

I licked my lips.

As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Rafael stepped closer and tilted my chin up with his finger, forcing my gaze to his. The intensity of his stare was searing, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” he growled.

His words sent a rush of heat through my body. My nipples hardened, the tips sensitive, and my pussy clenched. I swallowed hard, struggling to form a coherent thought, but the only thing I could manage was a weak shake of my head.

His thumb brushed against my lower lip, hard and bruising and disarmingly arousing. My breath stuck in the back of my throat and then his lips were on me once again.

I moaned.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, and possessive. His tongue swept inside my mouth, his taste filling me. I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him close, my wet body sliding against his. He pressed me back until my shoulders brushed against the tiled wall behind me. His large frame surrounded me and closed me in, but I wanted it.

I wanted more of it.

“You didn’t come,” I finally breathed, and I heard the sound of his soft groan.

“It would be better if Dante dealt with you,” he grunted, his voice strained. His pelvis leaned forward just far enough for the head of his cock to brush against my belly, and I pressed my teeth down into the soft cushion of my lip.

God.

I was wet.

I was aching and so damn needy and Rafael’s cock was so close.

All I wanted was to feel it deep inside me, splitting me open, filling me up, making me his.

But he was torn. I could see it written all over his face. His hands gripped my shoulders, his thumbs stroking along my collarbone, his dark eyes drinking me in. It felt like I was a tall glass of water, and he hadn’t had a sip in days. I licked my sore lip, and his gaze watched its slow journey. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and my fingers scraped against his shoulders.

It was maddening, this burning desire.

It was overwhelming.

It was consuming me.

So I did the only thing I could think of.

I dropped to my knees.

Rafael’s sharp inhale filled the shower, and my heart skipped a beat. The water streamed down, the hot water caressing my bare skin. The droplets felt like a million tiny fingers, teasing me, tempting me, urging me on.

I leaned forward and opened my mouth, all while keeping my eyes on him. Boldly, I stuck my tongue out of my mouth and licked him from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip.

Fuck.

He was delicious.

My nipples tightened, my pussy clenching.

A deep growl sounded from the back of his throat. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed the head of his cock against my lips.

“Open. Your. Mouth,” he demanded, his voice a hoarse rumble that I felt all the way to the tips of my toes.

Acting on instinct, I obeyed.

With a satisfied grunt, he slid his shaft deep into my mouth, forcing me to take the entire length until the tip bumped the back of my throat. A choked noise slipped past my lips, but he didn’t relent. I struggled through my gag reflex and when he finally pulled back the tiniest bit, I sucked in a rush of air. My breath hitched when he plunged back inside with a satisfied groan.

I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, and my pussy throbbed along with it. His taste was salty, his flesh was hot, and the sounds he made were enough to make me want to do anything and everything he desired.

I didn’t understand it. Honestly, it didn’t matter because my body was in control right now, not my head.

He plunged his cock back into my throat and tightened his fist at the back of my scalp. Trying to take back control, I suckled at his cock, twirling my tongue around his thick length in an effort to show him that he didn’t have to be rough with me, that I would suck his cock like a good girl just the way he wanted.

For a moment, it worked. He groaned, thoroughly enjoying himself and I redoubled my efforts, sucking him off vigorously like a dirty little slut because I wanted to, and I had a feeling he wanted me to too.

But then, his fist clenched tighter, and a flash of pain radiated across the back of my scalp like wildfire.

“Prepare yourself. I’m not going to be gentle,” he vowed, and an icy shiver raced down my spine.

Then, he started fucking my mouth.

His pace was punishing, and I whimpered. It was impossible not to. I had never done anything like this before. It was rough and raw, and the pleasure was mixed with the slightest edge of pain. I couldn’t stop my body from responding.

He paused and looked down at me.

“Touch your clit while I fuck your face,” he dictated, and my pussy clenched hard.

Slowly, I moved a hand down my body. His eyes were dark and heated as he watched me, his cock still in my mouth. I moved a finger between my folds and circled my clit. Without meaning to, I moaned around his cock.

The sound vibrated along his shaft, and he grunted in satisfaction. Then, his hand tightened at the back of my head, and he began pounding his cock into my mouth again.

My pussy pulsed and throbbed, my arousal heightening. My fingers danced over my swollen clit just the way I liked, driving me closer and closer to orgasm with every passing second. I didn’t dare slow down or stop, not with the punishing way he was fucking my mouth.

I kept going and it wasn’t long before the first tremors of an impending orgasm rippled through me.

I moaned, my thighs quivering.

I was getting close, so very close.

“Are you going to come while I fuck this pretty mouth? Do you think you deserve to come for me, naughty girl?”

My pussy practically spasmed at his sordid words. His cock drove deeper into my mouth, brushing against the back of my throat and I choked, but he didn’t relent. Eventually, I learned to time my breath with his thrusts, but it wasn’t long before tears clouded my eyes and saliva dripped down my lips.

He was using me.

I was his toy, and he was fucking my face hard and fast, driving me toward an orgasm, and he was loving every single second of it.

The problem was, I loved it too.

“Come for me, my pretty little slut,” he demanded, and my world tilted on its edge.

My fingers rubbed over my clit, harder, faster, more desperate until at long last, my orgasm crashed into me with the power of a hurricane. The release was explosive.

I cried out around his cock, my mouth stuffed full, and I knew that if he hadn’t been holding me, I would have collapsed into a heap on the floor. Stars danced behind my eyelids as my eyes rolled back in my head. My toes curled and my fingers kept rubbing over my clit.

White-hot ecstasy surged through my veins, explosive and agonizingly delicious. My hips bucked and my insides pumped around nothing, spasming with unparalleled heat.

I’d never come this hard with my own fingers.

This was something else.

Something new.

Something forbidden.

This was dangerous.

It was a drug, and I was becoming addicted.

My legs quivered and shook as my pussy continued to clench. I kept working my fingers, trying to draw out the orgasm, and another wave of pleasure washed over me. I screamed around his cock as he drove into me with a savage groan. He pumped into me more quickly now, more desperate, and I did my best to suckle his cock around his brutal thrusts all while my entire being was carried away on the waves of my never-ending orgasm.

Suddenly, his grip tightened, his fingers clenched at the back of my skull, and his cock throbbed hard in my mouth.

A moment later, his cum spilled onto my tongue and I did my best to swallow around him, taking each surge of his seed deep into my belly. I sucked good and hard, ensuring I swallowed every last drop just like a good little fuck-toy should.

When his cock stopped pulsing, he withdrew it from my mouth and lifted me up by the hair. I rose to my feet, shaky and dizzy and so damn satisfied, but he didn’t seem nearly as happy. In fact, he seemed kind of angry. He knocked my hand away from my pussy and slapped my wet folds hard with the flat of his fingers five times in quick succession.

The pain was instant, sharp, and intense, and it hurt like hell. I yelped, trying to pull away from him, but he held me firm, his gaze fierce. Biting my lip, I stared up into his eyes as his bored down into mine.

It wasn’t like I had forced him to use me.

It wasn’t like he’d made me come either.

Regardless, it happened and now we had to deal with it. We stared at each other in silence, at least until he cleared his throat. I couldn’t read the expression on his face, but his body was tense, his shoulders rigid, his jaw clenched.

I didn’t like it.

He opened his mouth as if to speak and then, his words cut off, and his eyes shifted to the side, looking past me. His chest rose and fell with his emotion before he turned back to me, his gaze unbearably hard.

“Get out,” he growled.