Chapter 27: Kneeling

Agonisingly slowly, Ed's hands drifted to his belt, easing the leather strap through the buckle until it fell apart with a soft jingle.

From my spot kneeling on the carpet, I flicked my eyes up to his face. He peered straight back down, a mouth-watering vision of power and prestige towering over me in his fitted white shirt and narrow blue tie. I ached to reach up and trace my fingertips over the chiselled edge of his jaw, the swollen flesh of his lower lip, and the sharp angles of his cheekbones, but then his fingers deftly tugged down his zip, and my gaze returned to his crotch.

He pushed his trousers and boxers down his legs, and an eager shiver rippled through me as I raised my hands to his hips.

"Hands behind your back."

I complied, gently threading together my fingers at the base of my spine. A heavy ache settled between my thighs, and then my breath caught as Ed pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger, roughly tilting my face upwards to look at him.

Desire flared in his eyes, his chest rising and falling beneath the delicate fabric of his shirt.

"If you want me to stop or slow down at any point, let go of your hands and touch my leg. Okay?" Lust clung to his husky words, disguising his true intent, but I could see the flecks of concern in his hungry stare.

The presence of that concern had the hairs on my arms prickling with anticipation. I'd asked for rough, and he was going to give it to me.

"Okay?" he repeated, firmer.

I nodded quickly. "Yes."

Jaw clenching, his fingertips trailed from my chin to the back of my head, biting into my scalp as he wound my hair around his fist. With his other hand, he gripped the base of his cock and brushed the damp head against my lips.

I held his heated gaze for just a few defiant seconds longer before obediently opening my mouth. He plunged inside, his taut grip on my head pushing me forwards to meet his thrust, and I yelped in surprise, my fingers clutching each other as he hit the back of my throat.

And then he delivered on his promise. No warm-up. No gentle introduction to the silky thickness of his erection in my mouth. I pinched my eyes shut while he fucked me, his hips jerking forwards aggressively as he controlled the pace and movement of my head. It was rough, intense, and overwhelmingly hot. My heartbeat hammered in my chest, scorching blood rushing through my veins and gathering at my centre where it pulsed and throbbed and begged for release.

"Fuck, you look so fucking good on your knees... Your mouth... So perfect." His breathless praise provoked an involuntary moan from me, one that vibrated along the length of his shaft. It earned me a moment of respite when he stilled in my mouth and tipped back his head to groan. "That's right. Moan around my cock. Show me how much you like it."

I did, this time drawing it out longer and dragging my eyes upwards to watch his reaction. His face was twisted in unrestrained pleasure, broad shoulders rigid with tension, and as he gripped my hair with both hands to pull my mouth further down his cock, a fresh wave of lust had me squirming on my knees.

The brief respite ended, and the rough fucking resumed. I teetered on the edge of euphoria and discomfort, my jaw beginning to ache as it tired against the relentless brutality of his thrusts, while my pulse thundered in my ears and wrapped me in an all-consuming bubble of desire.

I slowly parted my fingers, and one hand slipped from behind my back. It hovered by my side, stuck between the impulse to reach out and touch him, to dial down the intensity, and the temptation to see just how much more I could take.

As the dilemma filtered through my mind, Ed's thrusts shallowed and his grip on my hair loosened just a fraction. I gazed up at him through tear-soaked lashes to see his dark eyes fixed on the hand down at my side.

Before I could do anything to reassure him, he withdrew from my mouth and lifted his eyes to mine.

"Need a break?" he asked.

I shook my head and hooked my hands behind my back again. Either he didn't believe me, or he wanted a change of pace himself, because he began to unbutton his shirt, one leisurely button at a time.

"You better not be taking pity on me," I said. "I wasn't there yet."

"Mmhmm." He tossed his tie onto the coffee table but left his shirt on, buttons undone to reveal a strip of lean muscles between the two pieces of fabric.

On second thoughts, the break wasn't unwelcome, especially if my jaw enjoyed a rest while my eyes devoured a feast.

"Stand up."

I snapped my gaze up to his face again. "What?"

"Stand up." His words were firm, accompanied by an impatient raise of his brow. "Do it now, before I drag you to your feet myself."

Frowning, I clambered to stand. My knees trembled with pent-up frustration as I straightened and met his relaxed stare.

"Take off your bra," he said.

Maybe foreplay was over and he planned to bend me over this sofa. I was a little disappointed. After so many months of tension, I'd wanted this night to last as long as possible.

Nevertheless, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I must have overdone the attitude when I flung it towards the ground because he took a menacing step closer and kicked it to the side.

"You pissed off about something, Soph?" He raised a hand to my right breast, squeezed it hard, and flicked his thumb over the hardened nipple.

Despite my irritation, I shuddered and arched into his touch. A groan rumbled from his chest.

"You're taking pity on me," I said through gritted teeth. "I don't like being..." I trailed off as he started to sink to the floor in front of me. "What are you doing?"

As I asked the question, he paused. It left him kneeling on one knee, peering up at me, his hands on my hips. Caught off-guard, my stomach cartwheeled, and suddenly the discomfort in my jaw paled in comparison to the pain in my chest.

"You don't want my tongue on your clit?"

His crude words barely registered, because all I could think about was him down on one knee in a different scenario. A different reality. A different future. One that seemed so far away, and yet did things to my racing heart that I couldn't handle.

"Soph?"

My eyes refocused on him. Both knees were now on the ground, and my pulse settled into a steadier rhythm.

"You just surprised me," I said, only half-lying. "Didn't expect you to be on your knees at any point tonight."

The corner of his mouth tugged up into a tiny smirk. "If everything I do is predictable, surely that takes away half the fun?"

He hooked his fingertips beneath the lace waistband of my underwear, knuckles pressing into my hips.

"And besides," he said, "your Berlin list sounded a little too much like an instruction manual for my liking."

A breath of genuine laughter burst from my chest. "That was my intention."

"I know." He grinned up at me and dragged my knickers down my legs and over my feet. "I should warn you, though," he added, curling his fingers around my ankles and tugging gently until I widened my stance. "After I make you come with my mouth, you're going to finish what we started earlier, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

My mouth dried up as a fresh wave of wetness coated my core. With my legs spread out, I had no way of satisfying the aching throb, and staring down at his kneeling figure only intensified my suffering.

"And when I do that," he said, running his palms up the outside of my thighs until he reached my wrists, "I'm going to be the one in charge." He guided my hands to his head. My heart, which was already taking a battering tonight, nearly stopped. "So enjoy this little bit of power that I'm feeling generous enough to give you."

And then, without warning, his mouth sunk between my thighs and his tongue swept over my clit.

"Shit, fuck." My fingers instantly twisted into his hair.

What parallel universe was this? Him giving me control? We'd not done this in Berlin. We'd not done this anywhere.

He sucked and nibbled and licked the pulsing bundle of nerves, while I clutched at his head and trembled around his mouth. The sight of him on his knees in front of me, white shirt stretched across his shoulders, large palms clasping my hips, clouded my brain with lust, and privilege, and devotion.

When he dragged the flat of his tongue from my clit to my entrance, swirling in small circles to gather the wetness before dipping inside me, I yanked him closer to grind the heat of his mouth at the exact angle needed to tip me over the edge. As soon as I realised what I'd done, I released him, leapt back, and gushed out an incoherent apology.

His eyes were vaguely amused as he looked up at me, lips soaked with my juices, and for a terrifying second my orgasm threatened to detonate at the erotic visual.

"Sorry," I repeated.

Chuckling, he reached for my hips again and tugged me back towards him. "You won't hurt me. Be as rough as you want. Use me just like I'm going to use you in two minutes' time."

The permission blended with a dark promise had me reaching for his hair again. I guided him back between my legs, tentative at first, and slowly gaining confidence as he devoured me with a ravenous appetite, like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

A soft moan floated from my mouth as he sucked at my clit before smoothing his tongue over the pulsing nub. I gripped his dark strands harder, not daring to let him go for fear of the experience ending.

Pressure built fast and hot, a climbing wave gathering speed as it crested higher and higher, and when I rocked my hips against his wet, warm mouth to chase it to its peak, two fingers plunged inside me and curled. The unexpected fullness burst the ball of tension to send pleasure cascading out in searing ripples, so intense that I had to let go of Ed to grab onto the sofa for support staying upright.

I came down from the high to see him rising to his feet. He shrugged off his shirt and folded it over the back of the sofa. Without saying a single word, his hand latched onto my shoulder and pushed me firmly down to my knees. I hit the carpet with a gentle thud, my legs weakened by the orgasm and easily giving way.

"Good to carry on?" He cocked a brow down at me.

"Absolutely fine."

"How was the pace before? Do you want me to ease off a bit?"

Was he testing me? Probably.

"Pace was good." I kept my eyes on him. "But if you want to slow down so you don't accidentally come, that's fine too."

His eyes darkened. "How about you let me focus on how quickly I come, and you focus on taking it?"

Excitement fluttered through my stomach. Just seconds ago he'd been on his knees in front of me, letting me use his mouth however I pleased. Now he was back to commanding and dominating me. It made that brief switch of control feel all the more powerful.

"Hands behind your back again and open your mouth for me."

As soon as I parted my lips, he pushed himself between them with a groan. Each rough thrust was accompanied by a firm yank on my head to meet him halfway, and the ache in my jaw returned almost instantly. Fuck my lack of stamina. I used to last far longer than this.

Letting go of my hands, I clenched my fists at my sides, tilting my head in the hope that a better angle would help. He slowed, accommodating my new position with shallower movements and a looser hold on my hair.

When the ache in my jaw eased, I linked my fingers behind my back again, only for him to pull out and lower his grip from my head to my upper arm. He hauled me to my feet and tossed me onto the bed. His blue eyes flared with fervour as he crawled across the mattress towards me like an animal stalking its prey.

Yes, please.

His hand slipped between my thighs, and I dropped my forehead to his shoulder as he drew up wetness from my centre to coat my clit, rubbing it in gentle, lazy circles.

His mouth found my ear, and his deep, sensual voice suffocated me. "You did so fucking good."

One finger slid inside me, and I clenched around it.

"Please..." I begged when he eased out to leave an aching emptiness.

Hands clasping my hips, he flipped me onto my front, pulled me up to all fours, then tugged me further down the bed until my knees slipped over the edge of the mattress and my bare feet hit the carpeted floor. Heat from his naked body singed the backs of my thighs, but when I fumbled to stand up, a palm flattened against my spine and pushed me down into the covers.

Somewhere behind me, the gentle rustle of foil cut through our ragged breathing. My knuckles whitened in starved anticipation as I clutched the sheets, while the abandoned gap between my thighs screamed for attention, impatient with the wait.

I rolled my pelvis to search for friction against the mattress.

"I don't think so." Ed grabbed my hips and yanked me a few inches further off the bed, until only my stomach remained on the covers. "You'll come around my cock, not on the sheets."

"If you're good enough, I'll come more than once."

He responded to my taunt with a dark chuckle. "I've already made you come twice. Another comment like that and there won't be a third one."

I hid my smirk in the duvet. If he thought he could stop me, he was delusional. My body was a coiled spring, ready to explode.

"Hands behind your back again."

My smile fell, an excited shudder winding down my spine. Slowly, just to piss him off, I lifted my wrists from the bed and took my time interlocking my fingers behind me. One large hand engulfed both of mine, squeezing gently, the other smoothing over the curve of my ass to settle on my hip.

Blood buzzed in my ears as I waited, my heart hammering against the mattress. Unable to see him, I didn't know if he was deliberately drawing out my torture or having second thoughts.

"You good?" I asked, trying and failing to look back over my shoulder at him.

In response, he slammed into me. I cried out, my hard nipples scraping against the soft duvet as I was jolted forwards. His grip tightened on my hip and wrists as he wrenched me roughly back towards him, sinking deep inside me, stretching me in a way that nobody else had in months.

For a few blissful, terrifying, seconds, everything felt right with the world. I trembled beneath his hands and lingered on the precipice of orgasmic and emotional euphoria.

No.

Focus on the orgasm.

This was supposed to be about sex only.

I ground back against him, and he hissed. His fingertips bit into my skin, but when he still didn't move, I resorted to begging.

"Please."

With a low growl, he withdrew before pushing inside again. The power behind his thrust shoved my body forwards but he didn't let go of my hands, leaving my arms stretched behind me. I moaned into the sheets, my thighs quivering.

"More."

Finally he gave me what I wanted, pounding into me ruthlessly, seizing total control of every atom of my being until I could think of nothing but how much he filled me, hear nothing but the slaps of naked skin meeting skin fused with groans and gasps and moaning.

Yet with my arms behind my back, and both of his hands occupied, I had no way to release the tension building between my legs.

"This what you want?" he rasped, his breath shallow.

"Yes, but I can't come like this." I tried to inch forwards to rub against the sheets, only for him to yank my wrists back, lifting my stomach from the mattress at an angle that allowed him to drive even deeper.

"That's a shame..." he said. "I can definitely come like this."

Realisation dawned on me: to prove a point, he intended to keep me on the edge without tipping me over it.

"You feel so fucking good. Love how wet you are for me."

He was taunting me now, and my traitorous body loved it, that ball of tension coiling even tighter inside me.

"Please." My voice shook from the intensity of his movements. "Let me come and I'll let you do anything you want to me."

Instantly he stilled, and I whimpered in frustration. Not being fucked was even worse than being fucked without an orgasm.

His hand snaked from my hip to my stomach, drawing me upright until my back pressed flush against the hard slabs of his torso. The fullness inside me intensified, stretching me, teasing me.

"You'll already let me do anything to you," he murmured darkly down my ear, his voice quiet but laden with carnal undertones. "So that's not much of an incentive."

I gritted my teeth together. "I'm not feeling particularly agreeable at the moment, so maybe you should see it as an incentive."

His lips curved against my jaw. "Take back what you said in the hallway about wanting to be with Teddy Stone, then admit nobody's ever been as good as me."

A displeased growl rumbled from my chest. That was what he wanted? He knew nobody had ever been this good—I'd told him as much in the restaurant. He just wanted the satisfaction of seeing me back down on my earlier defiance.

With a roll of his hips, his cock shifted inside me and pressed against a particularly sensitive spot. I trembled against the solid wall of muscle behind me, still determined to hold my own, even if my body betrayed me.

"Counteroffer—"

"No counteroffers. Say it, and I'll make you come over and over again..."

As if to tempt me, his hand floated down my stomach, fingertips stopping an inch away from my clit.

"Fine." I fought to suppress my smile. "I take it back. I don't want to be with Teddy Stone. I've never been a fan of his anyway."

For a few torturous seconds, he didn't react. Then a stream of laughter spilled past his lips, warming the shell of my ear.

"Try again." But the darkness had left his voice, as if he couldn't help but let his amusement show.

I grinned and tilted my head back until my mouth found his ear. "Come on, Ed... You know nobody's ever blown my mind like you do. Your body, your words, your cock... Nobody even comes close. But they do manage to get me off, so if that's no longer part of your package—"

He released his hold on me, and I dropped onto the mattress again, my freed wrists breaking my fall.

"You better call my name when you come. My real name." His palms immediately clasped my hips and jerked me backwards to meet each deep, rough thrust.

Just as his grunts got louder, one hand slid from my hip to curl around my waist and seek my clit, and his name left my lips over and over again like a reverent chant. 

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I am so, so sorry for the late update! I could have sworn I uploaded last weekend, but apparently I didn't. This is an extra-long chapter to make up for it. I hope it was worth the wait. Next chapter, pillow talk :)