fingers were thrust into my mouth. I looked utterly ridiculous. Shame burned through me, and I felt the warm air turn hot.
“Look at me, Lisa.”
Piers’ voice tore me away from my reflection. I saw his face in the mirror, his brows sweeping down in two dark lines.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered. His palm moved, rubbing my clit and sending shocks of electric pleasure through me. The fingers in my mouth slid out, then back in. I tasted his fingertips, salty on my tongue.
“Look at me and keep going,” he said.
My skin was burning hot, but I nodded. He pressed his cock hard into my back, rocking me forward. That was enough to blur my embarrassment. All of my thoughts disappeared as he forced his fingers into me, thrusting hard into my swollen flesh. As he thrust, his other fingers filled my mouth, and he sucked the side of my neck.
“Mmmm!” I couldn’t moan around his fingers. I felt full, so full, and as his thick fingers worked deeper into me, I let my eyes close. I imagined what it would be like if I was sucking his cock instead of his fingers. If his long, hard length was thrusting inside me. The thought made me clench tightly, rocking forward with a violent need.
“Yes,” Piers was whispering in my ear. “Yes. Lisa—”
“ Mmmmmm!!! ”
I squeezed hard, my body starting to shudder from within. The coil inside me loosened as the orgasm began to slide through me. This one was going to be much, much more intense. I could feel the pressure inside me lifting me up, up—
“Open your eyes.”
I opened them. Piers was staring at me in the mirror. His upper lip was beaded with sweat, and his eyes were dark with desire.
“Look at me,” he said. I want to see your beautiful eyes when you come.”
His fingers thrust into my mouth, and his other hand rubbed my clit. I moaned against his hand.
Yes. Yes.
It was too much. I couldn’t stop. I rocked hard into his palm, and every particle in my body exploded with pleasure. He held me in his grip as my body wrenched forward, then back, milking his fingers the way I wanted to milk his cock.
“Look at me,” he murmured, although he didn’t have to. I couldn’t watch myself as I writhed in the clutches of the hardest orgasm that had ever ripped through me. I stared into his eyes, blue like the ocean and green like the river. I shuddered again and again as his fingers thrust into me, his thick fingers in my mouth, and I sucked them hard, instinct taking me over.
Oh God. OhGodOhGodOhGod.
White spots fuzzed my vision as the orgasm twisted through me. Ecstasy filled me, filled me the same way he filled me, stretching me out and making me whole. My legs were useless, but he held me tight in his arms as I shook and shivered with spasms of pleasure.
And all the while he watched me, watched me watching him. Watched as I shook again and again, watched as my body went weak and limp.
Breathe, Lisa.
His fingers slid out from between my lips, pressing slightly against my bottom lip. His arm held my body against his chest as he withdrew his other fingers, wet with my juices. He brought them up and licked his fingertips. Tasted me.
I felt faint. The last shivers of ecstasy ran through my body like ripples through a pond. My muscles were watery, limp. My eyes fell away from his and I struggled to stay upright.
“I can’t…I can’t stand up.”
“Good.”
Without another word, he had me in his arms. He lay me down on his discarded jacket on the floor of the elevator. White spots swam in front of my eyes as I looked up at the ceiling of the elevator. It was a mirror. I don’t know if I’d ever noticed that before.
Then I noticed where Piers was kneeling. His hands ran along my thighs, up past my skirt.
“Piers—” I gasped, trying to catch my breath, “Piers, what are you—”
CLANG! CLANG!
A knocking noise came from above us, near the top of the elevator door. I wrenched my head sideways, but Piers didn’t so much as glance up. His hands shoved my
“Look at me, Lisa.”
Piers’ voice tore me away from my reflection. I saw his face in the mirror, his brows sweeping down in two dark lines.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered. His palm moved, rubbing my clit and sending shocks of electric pleasure through me. The fingers in my mouth slid out, then back in. I tasted his fingertips, salty on my tongue.
“Look at me and keep going,” he said.
My skin was burning hot, but I nodded. He pressed his cock hard into my back, rocking me forward. That was enough to blur my embarrassment. All of my thoughts disappeared as he forced his fingers into me, thrusting hard into my swollen flesh. As he thrust, his other fingers filled my mouth, and he sucked the side of my neck.
“Mmmm!” I couldn’t moan around his fingers. I felt full, so full, and as his thick fingers worked deeper into me, I let my eyes close. I imagined what it would be like if I was sucking his cock instead of his fingers. If his long, hard length was thrusting inside me. The thought made me clench tightly, rocking forward with a violent need.
“Yes,” Piers was whispering in my ear. “Yes. Lisa—”
“ Mmmmmm!!! ”
I squeezed hard, my body starting to shudder from within. The coil inside me loosened as the orgasm began to slide through me. This one was going to be much, much more intense. I could feel the pressure inside me lifting me up, up—
“Open your eyes.”
I opened them. Piers was staring at me in the mirror. His upper lip was beaded with sweat, and his eyes were dark with desire.
“Look at me,” he said. I want to see your beautiful eyes when you come.”
His fingers thrust into my mouth, and his other hand rubbed my clit. I moaned against his hand.
Yes. Yes.
It was too much. I couldn’t stop. I rocked hard into his palm, and every particle in my body exploded with pleasure. He held me in his grip as my body wrenched forward, then back, milking his fingers the way I wanted to milk his cock.
“Look at me,” he murmured, although he didn’t have to. I couldn’t watch myself as I writhed in the clutches of the hardest orgasm that had ever ripped through me. I stared into his eyes, blue like the ocean and green like the river. I shuddered again and again as his fingers thrust into me, his thick fingers in my mouth, and I sucked them hard, instinct taking me over.
Oh God. OhGodOhGodOhGod.
White spots fuzzed my vision as the orgasm twisted through me. Ecstasy filled me, filled me the same way he filled me, stretching me out and making me whole. My legs were useless, but he held me tight in his arms as I shook and shivered with spasms of pleasure.
And all the while he watched me, watched me watching him. Watched as I shook again and again, watched as my body went weak and limp.
Breathe, Lisa.
His fingers slid out from between my lips, pressing slightly against my bottom lip. His arm held my body against his chest as he withdrew his other fingers, wet with my juices. He brought them up and licked his fingertips. Tasted me.
I felt faint. The last shivers of ecstasy ran through my body like ripples through a pond. My muscles were watery, limp. My eyes fell away from his and I struggled to stay upright.
“I can’t…I can’t stand up.”
“Good.”
Without another word, he had me in his arms. He lay me down on his discarded jacket on the floor of the elevator. White spots swam in front of my eyes as I looked up at the ceiling of the elevator. It was a mirror. I don’t know if I’d ever noticed that before.
Then I noticed where Piers was kneeling. His hands ran along my thighs, up past my skirt.
“Piers—” I gasped, trying to catch my breath, “Piers, what are you—”
CLANG! CLANG!
A knocking noise came from above us, near the top of the elevator door. I wrenched my head sideways, but Piers didn’t so much as glance up. His hands shoved my
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