Beautiful Hell: A Contemporary High School Bully Romance Page 20

  Elias hisses as I wrap my finger around his length. He unbuttons his jeans, letting his cock spring free. His lips are wet and parted as he kisses me again. This time, he’s ravenous. He bites and suckles on my lower lip, while his hands squeeze my breasts and tease my nipples until I whimper under his hold.

  I need more. I need so much more…

  As if reading my mind, he pulls his head back to look at me, while I’m melting against him, unable to let go of his throbbing erection. He takes my hand in his, and I stare at his cock for a second, admiring its size. It’s thick, and I wonder how it’s going to feel, once he…

  “You’re a virgin,” Elias says.

  For a moment, it feels like the film strip just jumped from the projector, interrupting the entire scene. I’m not sure what to do or say next. His frame stiffens, and he uses his other hand to raise my chin again.

  “Kira…”

  “Hm?”

  “You’ve never been with anyone, have you?” he asks, and I feel so defenseless, naked and irreversibly aroused, aching for everything he has to give me.

  Forget my fears, my pride. Forget everything. I meant every word I said to him, and I need this moment. I need us, more than anything, right now.

  “I’m a virgin. Yes,” I reply, my knees threatening to give out.

  He thinks about it for a little while, as I cup his face with both hands and pull him into a kiss. He doesn’t reject me, and I feel hope blossoming, growing brighter and hotter in my chest. “Then let me do this right,” Elias says, taking me in his arms.

  Before I can realize what’s happening, we’re moving. Up the stairs. Through an open corridor overlooking the grand salon, where most of our clothes are scattered all over the floor. We’re in his room, now, and he sets me on the bed. The dark blue wallpaper and nautical motifs sort of scream Elias. The curtains are pulled, and there’s only a dim light coming from a wall sconce close to the door.

  “Let me do this right,” Elias repeats himself, gently pushing me until I’m on my back, legs hanging over the bed. He towers over me, watching me quietly. Slipping out of his jeans, he leans down and kisses me, and I feel the movie starting again.

  My blood rushes to my head. He squeezes my breasts, dropping hot, wet kisses along my jawline, until he catches my earlobe. He nibbles on it for a little while, as I struggle to breathe. I feel my chest rising with every shaky breath. My hands wander up and down his arms, feeling every muscle… the softness of his skin. Elias is a sculptor’s dream.

  “Oh, god…” I manage, as his mouth continues traveling downwards. He licks every inch of skin in his path, nipping here and there, until he finds a nipple. “Oh, god!” I feel the need to repeat myself when he takes it into his mouth and suckles on it for what seems like forever. Every tug makes me whimper, sending rippling sensations through my lower body.

  Instinctively, I dig my nails into his shoulders, and he hisses with pure pleasure. He moves on to the other nipple, teasing and further tearing me apart. By the time he’s done, I’m panting and desperate to climb the highest mountain.

  “Take me, Elias… Take all of me, please…”

  He stops. “I will. Every last drop of you is mine, Kira.”

  I exhale sharply as he moves lower, his tongue dancing down my abdomen and dipping into my bellybutton for a hot second. My throat hums as I watch him lift my legs, and push my ankles onto the wooden edge of the bed. I hold the position, as he stares at me, his lips mere inches from the most sensitive part of my body.

  “Every last drop,” he says, then digs into me with an animalistic hunger that rips a deep moan from the center of my chest.

  He kisses and licks my wet folds, slurping and pressing his lips against the delicate flesh. He finds my clitoris, a tiny and highly-charged nub, and he uses his tongue to flick it, over and over, while his fingers begin to explore my pussy.

  “Elias…” I croak, unable to hold my head up. I end up staring at the ceiling, my whole body turning into mush as Elias consumes me.

  He sucks until tension gathers in my womb. I’m about to bring my legs together, but his head keeps them apart. He dips two fingers inside, and I cry out, so close to the edge that I am getting dizzy. Still, we climb even higher. Working my clitoris, he pushes three fingers inside, exploring and stretching me… preparing me for what comes next.

  “Elias…”

  “Mm, I have to admit, I like the way my name sounds in these circumstances,” he mutters before going back in. This time, he sucks harder, more aggressively. Jolts of the most delightful pain I have ever experienced shoot through me, as I reach the very peak. He works me over with his three fingers, as well, curling them whenever he pulls back, and I begin to move, my hips rocking up and down.

  There’s a rhythm being established here, a wave that I’m riding, and I never want it to stop. None of the orgasms I’ve given myself can even remotely compare to the explosion that rocks me when I finally come.

  Crying out, I arch my back upwards as Elias sucks hard, relentless, determined to shatter me into pieces, his fingers going deeper until I flinch from a shooting ache. But I embrace it, unravelling in the throes of a stunning orgasm, as Elias revels in my pussy and… I’m weightless.

  Thousands of colors explode before my eyes. I feel like I’m disintegrating. I’ve never felt like this before, and I know it’s only the beginning. I exhale sharply, unable to catch my breath, as Elias’s fingers leave me, and he comes on top.

  Settling between my legs, Elias smiles. “Every last fucking drop. It’s going to hurt, Kira…”

  “Please… Just… Yes!” I manage, wrapping my arms around him. He lowers his head, breathing me in, as he uses one hand to position himself. “Oh, yes… yes, that’s it… please!” I am begging, and I have no regrets about it whatsoever.

  The slick tip of his cock teases my wet and hyper-sensitive folds. He rubs it against my pussy, squeezing what’s left out of my first orgasm. As if out of control, I lift my head and bite into his shoulder, desperate to get him to react. To get inside me. It does the trick, though I am woefully unprepared for his full length.

  He jerks forward and fills me up. I cry out, but keep my teeth deep enough into his shoulder so as not to let go. The pain tears through my lower abdomen, but I tough it out. Holding my breath, I lift my hips, ever so slightly, prompting Elias to move again. Back and forth. Back and forth…

  The more he moves, the duller the pain until it completely disappears. I tremble as I fold around his cock, amazed by its size and incredible feel. Elias is definitely an addiction, but one I wouldn’t mind succumbing to.

  Before either of us realizes it, he’s pushing and pulling in a perfect rhythm. I welcome every thrust, our movements intensifying as he fucks me, deeper and harder with each second that flies by.

  “Dammit, Kira, you’re a dream… A sweet, perverted fucking dream,” Elias whispers in my ear, pushing and stretching me wider.

  We hold each other tight, as we climb the staircase to some kind of heaven.

  My core contracts as I tighten myself around his pulsating cock. He spears me, over and over, and every move brings me closer to another explosion. This one is devastating when it comes. It catches Elias and me looking into each other’s eyes. Sweat drips from our faces, bodies slick as they dance together between the sheets.

  His soul touches mine, and I hold on with all the strength I can muster. He grunts as he nears his own peak, thrusting almost violently. I enjoy every second of it. I feed on his aggression. I like the roughness of it, especially when love seems to pour out of his eyes like molten lava.

  I come apart, my vision getting hazy, as Elias lets loose and follows me into this other realm.

  He fills me up, and I welcome every drop of him.

  He kisses me, and I taste another universe altogether on his lips.

  He claims me… every single inch of me… and I surrender.

  20

  Elias

  My eyes peel open. Sunlight
peeks through the windows.

  I’m in some kind of heaven. My heart is so full, it could explode. My mind… surprisingly clear. My body? Every inch of it soothed and spoiled, as Kira sleeps, sprawling over me. Our legs are entwined. Our souls feel like they’re irreversibly connected.

  Last night was a fucking miracle. Everything I’d hoped for, desires I had kept even from myself… they all came true. It all became a new reality. One I don’t know how I managed to live without for so long.

  Careful not to wake her, I trace the outline of her face. She’s beautiful and broken and so damn perfect, it’s almost unbelievable. She’s also afraid. And hurting. But beneath all that, there’s a lust for life that is impossible to miss. Her passion drove her to excellence, and the thought of never dancing again basically broke her into tiny pieces. I’m fine with helping rebuild her. I’ll put the shards back together, one at a time, much like Japanese potters do with broken ceramics.

  She stirs in my arms, her naked body glued to mine. I remember her gasps… the sound she makes in the throes of an orgasm. I’m her first… is it selfish to want to be her last, too?

  “Elias…” she murmurs, her head resting on my chest.

  I run a hand up her back, my fingers following the deep trace of her spine. “Hm?”

  “Is this real?” she asks, slowly lifting her head.

  Our eyes meet, and I can think of no better answer. “It’s as real as it’s ever going to get,” I say. She gives me a lazy, sleepy smile, as I settle my hand on her ass, squeezing tightly. It makes her squirm, and she pulls herself up. I kiss her, deeply, putting everything I have into this singular moment.

  “I’m still surprised I was… you know, your first,” I say, slightly amused and deeply honored. Kira lowers her gaze, roses blooming in her cheeks. This version of her is amazing. So soft, so delicate… bursting with the kind of lust that just gets my blood pumping.

  “You’re shocked that I’m not a whore?” she replies, drawing a circle with her index finger around my nipple. It reacts, perking and hardening under her touch.

  “I wasn’t saying…I’m not…I…”

  She laughs and pushes against my chest. “There’s no right answer to that,” she says.

  My hand moves slowly between her ass cheeks, pushing forward. She’s already wet, my finger slipping inside. As she gasps, her lower lips part, proving that they too, are not immune to my touch.

  I tease her pussy, finding the slickness of her folds to be a wicked way to start this new beginning of ours. Her hips sway, as I use two fingers to go deeper.

  “God, this is much better than coffee,” she murmurs, dropping kisses on my chest. She locks her lips around my nipple, licking and suckling, mimicking what I did to her last night. My cock jumps, swelling beneath her lower abdomen, and she feels it, raising her gaze to look at me. A silent invitation to take her once more.

  I pull her on top of me. After several sessions throughout the night, Kira is showing more of herself. She doesn’t seem afraid to reach for what she wants. Lifting herself slowly, she grabs hold of my cock as she positions herself above it. The tip breaches the hot epicenter, and I can’t take it anymore. I grip her by the hips and impale her with my full length. Thousands of electric jolts burst through me, the fire burning brighter and hotter between us.

  “Something has changed between us, Kira,” I whisper as she starts rocking back and forth. I feel her, every inch of overly sensitive flesh wrapped around me. “It can never go back to what it used to be.”

  She nods slowly, riding me towards another climax. But I want her to get the most of it, so I move a hand down between her legs, using my thumb to stroke her tender little nub. It’s swollen, and I know she’s aching for release.

  “It will never be the same again,” she manages, tilting her head back as she moves faster, harder on top of my cock. I feel every movement, my muscles twitching and tightening as I brace myself for the impending explosion.

  “Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Your breasts. Cup them.”

  Kira’s eyes search my face, while her hands come up, and she does what she’s told. I’m increasingly harder as I watch her pleasure herself, my thumb pressing against her clit, firmer with every movement of her hips. She’s high on the wave, swaying as she searches for the heavens.

  “Your nipples. Pinch them.”

  Her fingers find the pinkish tips, and I lick my lips, planting my heels deeper into the mattress. There is only so much I can take before I unleash the animal within, but I want to enjoy this for as long as I can.

  Kira bites into her lower lip, her hips dancing as she moves faster. Her breath is short. She’s about to come, and I want her to be in full control of it.

  “Take over,” I say, removing my thumb. She pouts for a moment, then smiles as she keeps one hand on her left breast and brings the other down. She strokes her clitoris, while I take hold of her hips again. “Harder,” I command her, and she obeys.

  My blood simmers. My fingers dig into her flesh, as I start pumping upwards. She loses her rhythm as I take over, fucking her senseless. She doesn’t stop rubbing her clitoris, though, and I feel her tightening around my cock. Her climax comes in pulsating ripples, and she moans with delight and unravels, all hot and gooey.

  This is it. I flip us over, and Kira lands on her back, still riding her orgasm. I love this look on her face.

  I thrust myself deeper inside her, pounding maniacally as she starts crying out my name. I feel her clenching. There’s a second orgasm underway, and she didn’t see it coming.

  “Elias… Oh, my God, don’t stop!”

  I can’t stop. I go deep and hard, relentlessly driving myself into her. Tears stream down her cheeks as she sucks in a breath. She stills, her pussy trembling, while I fuck her into oblivion. Grunting, I let myself go, pushing and releasing everything into her womb.

  “Fucking Christ,” I manage, my knees weak as I give her one last thrust.

  She’s speechless, breathing heavily as she comes down from the clouds. I can’t move. It feels so nice to be inside her. It’s like I’ve wrapped myself in Kira, our bodies and our spirits fusing. No one can tear us apart. No one…

  Chapter: Elias

  Hours later, we’re glowing as we walk down the street to Benny’s. We made love in the shower. We made love again as we tried to put our clothes on. That’s how addictive she is. That’s how insatiable I am when it comes to her.

  I weave my fingers in hers and hold her hands like I’ve got the right to claim her this openly in public. She doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t flinch against my touch or shy away from the eyes that watch us. Carefully, I guide open the door to the coffee shop and we step inside, place our orders and take a seat. Even this seems too impossible to put into words; too unreal to actually exist. The way she fits perfectly by my side, the way her body easily folds into mine.

  Kira stirs a bit of honey into her latte, watching me. Amusement twinkles in her blue eyes. God, I am in so much trouble…

  “We’re skipping school, aren’t we?”

  “We’re tired, Kira. We deserve the rest. Don’t you think?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

  “I don’t know. I’m weirdly energized.”

  I can’t help but chuckle. “Four screaming orgasms in just one morning can do that to you.”

  She shushes me, nervously looking around, worried others might hear us, and we both laugh. I tuck a lock of blond hair behind her ear. I like this new look on her, thought it wasn’t intended. The hair is longer at the front and shorter at the back, accentuating her long and delicate neck. There are faint hickies spattered between her left earlobe and clavicle and I smile seeing just how wonderfully I’ve marked her.

  “Madame Olenna announced auditions for The Nutcracker again this year,” she says, after a long and pensive pause.

  “Will you…” my voice trails off, hoping that she’s able to answer what she already knows I’m trying to ask. It’s a delicate subject for Kira, but I know s
he can do it. The monster has to be tackled, otherwise she will never heal.

  “I want to,” Kira replies, a faint smile stretching her lips. I cover her hand with mine, squeezing gently and she sighs. “It’s just that every time I think about dancing, my ankle starts to throb.”

  “It’s all in your head.”

  “And yet it’s not my head that’s hurting.” She shuffles in her seat and cringes a little. No matter how imaginary the pain might actually be, I know that she isn’t lying when she says she’s hurting.

  “Let’s take our coffees and head for the shore. What do you say?” A change of scenery might help the look on her face. Sometimes that’s all it takes. Keep moving. Keep forgetting. Keep getting stronger. One bold step at a time.

  Kira nods, and we head down the street. I notice the subtle limp, and I put an arm around her shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Kira. You need to literally walk it off,” I tell her.

  “Easier said than done,” she scoffs.

  “But not impossible,” I retort, and she nods because she knows I’m right.

  We walk for a while, turning left and right at street corners until a mass of blue water unravels before us. The salty sea breeze fills my nostrils as I inhale deeply. Seagulls croak in the distance. The sun dances on the water and across the white sails of various yachts in the harbor. I wouldn’t trade this view for anything else in the world.

  “This is going to be very difficult to explain to my father,” she says, eventually.

  “I know…”

  “And this whole charity thing, I told you… I don’t trust him.”

  “Neither do I,” I tell her. We make our way along the narrow, rocky beach, where waves splash with white foam, occasionally reaching for our feet.

  “Then, why are you working with him on it?” Kira asks.

  I can’t tell her the whole truth. She might not be ready to face it. I need her focused on her recovery. One problem at a time. “Because he’s got a powerful reach, in terms of potential donors, and ALS was an important cause for my dad. I’m doing the event to honor him, not to please William Malone in any way.”