Cupids Peak

by Lee Jacquot

“You’re doing so good, Mia. Can I tell you something before I have you come all over my hand?” She attempts to speak, but after the word comes out indecipherable, she nods. A smile stretches across my lips. “This belongs to me, tonight.”

“Oh my god.” This makes me chuckle. “I don’t think he was underneath the table just now.” I bring my hand up and don’t bother fighting the temptation of waiting to see what she tastes like. A deep rumble of satisfaction radiates from my chest at her arousal. It has my mouth aching to be on her.

Never in my life would I think I was capable of doing anything like that. I mean, I literally masturbate behind a locked door, in the dark, under the covers, in an empty house, for crying out loud. Yet this man had me ready to beg him for a release, not even thinking twice about the dozens of people around us. Not only that, but I loved every damn second of it. So much that I’m vibrating from wanting to do it again. It was sneaky and fun, and I felt…free. Free from the constant ropes that seem to coil around my middle the second I get in front of too many people. The heaviness and dread that comes with taking a risk wasn’t there. It was only Eli and the overwhelming feeling of euphoria.

Desire drops heavy in my core as his finger lifts, sweeping across my collarbone and under my chin so he can angle my face up to his. “Tell me, love. If I dropped to my knees right now, would you let me devour your cunt?” My thighs squeeze together, and my chest caves in with a harsh breath. Why do I want to say yes so fucking bad? “I—I don’t know.” Eli leans closer, his lips an inch away from mine. “Perhaps just your mouth, then.”

It’s been well established the type of person I am, and nothing will truly change that. But in these small instances with him, when my head is all but delirious and my pussy is damn near aching, nothing else seems to matter. Not his status, my shyness, our surroundings, or our end. It’s like being in the eye of a tornado. While all those things swirl around, threatening to consume me, I’m safe in the middle with Eli.

“I mean exactly what I said. You, this fucking body…” He trails off, and I notice his knuckles blooming white from his tight grasp. “Every second my hands aren’t on you, every minute my mouth has to wait to taste you, it’s torture, Mia.”

“Eyes on me, Brooks.” I smirk, drawing his chin down with my index and forefinger. “I need you to look at me when I come.” “Mia,” he warns, his voice a deadly octave as his arms twist at his side, that tight grip starting to loosen. But he listens, his hooded gaze finding mine through the swirling steam. “Be careful what you wish for.”

I’m not in the mood for wasting precious time. Not a single second. My hands dive into her hair, and I pull us together, fusing our mouths in a brutal kiss. I tell her everything with it. How bad I want her—how bad I’ve always wanted her—and how she now owns every fucking part of me.

There are roughly a dozen couples scattered along the various terraces and only half of which can actually see us if they simply looked. And it’s that fact, the possibility of being seen—of being watched—that I need to turn me on. Well, perhaps needed is a better word because never in my life have I wanted someone more than I want my fucking girl. Eyes on us or not.

The voices have hushed. Either from departing, or wanting to place the noises coming from above them. I lean forward, nipping the shell of her ear. “Come for them, Mia. Let them know how good you’re feeling.”

The feel of her in my arms like this, giving in and trusting me, makes something in me click into place. Makes me realize that this can be possible. Some changes will need to happen, some compromises too. But I want her. I need her. I refuse to make the same mistake twice, and after tonight, there’s no denying the truth. This woman is mine. And it’s time she knows it.

“Eli.” “Hmm. That’s my girl. You got it now.” I continue my assault, licking and twisting, kissing and curling. “Do you know how fucking good you taste? I could do this every day.” Her moans are flowing freely now, the climax drawing close. “You should.” I chuckle. “Say the word, and I will.”

“My secret—my truth, Mia—is that you belong to me. Always have. Always will.”

“How fucking lucky would anyone be to see this sight.” He runs the head of his cock against my soaked slit, and my eyes roll back. “To see how gorgeous you are. Wet and craving my cock to fill you.”

“You want them to see you, don’t you, love? Want them to see you take every fucking inch of me?”

“My greedy girl. That’s not how this is going to work.” He pulls his dick back out and whirls me around, his hand still firmly above me, holding my restraints. “It’s your turn to beg.”

Before I can respond to the words that make my insides feel like goo, he hoists me up, pushing my back to the glass, wrapping my legs around his waist, and hooking my arms around his neck. “This is going to hurt,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe. “And you’re going to fucking take it.”

“Fuck.” Eli drives in deeper. “No wait has ever been more worth it.” My heart swells at his words, but I don’t respond because he shifts his hand to the front of my throat, squeezing the sides slightly. “And every single part of you belongs to me now.”