Clouded Judgement. NICHOLA HARVEY
gyrated, pushing his hardened and pulsing length between my cheeks. “You’re soaking. Watching me finger fuck you turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“How could it not?” I croaked out.
A victorious smile flittered as he continued his pleasurable torture. “Touch your breasts for me.” Ari’s command was firm, yet soft and without hesitation, I obeyed. “Now…pleasure yourself for me.”
Palming each swollen breast, I mewled, tweaking, and rolling my hardened nipples between the pads of my fingertips. My core, along with my will to obey both fought against one another as Ari’s circling fingers slid inside me. With each methodical stroke of my inner wall striking every nerve throughout my trembling body, I was losing the battle, and Ari knew it too. The wicked gleam flashing over his handsome face told me so. Mostly as he abruptly stopped and swung me around, lifting me with ease onto the vanity. His chocolate orbs gazing intently as he gruffly ordered me to lock my hands behind my back and not to move.
Digging my fingernails into my palms, I gritted out my displeasure, “Let me fucking come!”
“No,” he abruptly replied, dropping to his knees and spreading my thighs to eat at my swollen cleft in the same savage manner.
I laboured against the ferocity of his lovemaking. Sweat beaded my forehead and formed rivers that streamed over my heated skin while my feet arched, pushing against his broad shoulders. Muscular arms also lathed in perspiration wrapped around my writhing body while robust fingers furled around my wrists, preventing me from moving altogether.
Unable to deal with the painful throbbing coursing between my legs any longer, I let out a wrenching sob. “Ari…p…please.”
Beautiful eyes framed by jet-black eyelashes peered up at me. “Soon, my love, very soon.”
“In the very least, kiss me then. Gimme a taste.” My tone was husky yet demanding.
Within seconds, he’d relinquished his grip on my thighs and silently rose off his knees only to fist my hair roughly. Our moans pleasantly mingling as he yanked my head back and pressed his mouth to mine in a red-hot kiss that escalated the instant I tasted the salty arousal coating Ari’s shapely lips and tongue.
My fingers quickly became entangled through the silky strands of his hair whilst my other hand draped over his broad shoulder and slid over his shoulder blades. He flinched as I dragged my sharpened nails into the soft flesh of his back.
“Ah – and here I thought I was in charge,” he grunted against my lips.
“Oh, you still are. Now fuck me. Hard.”
A sexy chuckle rumbled as Ari scooped me off the vanity beneath the thighs. “Be careful what you wish for, my love.” His mouth landed on mine before my back hit the cold tiles in the shower stall with a light thud. And through our cacophony of pleasured moans, he fumbled beside me flicking the tap to release an invigorating rush of temperate water from the rain head shower rose above us. All the while and without any warning, he thrust into me, making my back arch and causing quite the gasp.
With every smooth and powerful lunge, he made me feel every pulsing inch until gradually, his raw fucking built up to something much harder. Eventually, he stilled, tensing his entire body as his climax rushed out of him in long hot spurts inside of me. His groans muffled by the slope of my shoulder as he sunk his teeth into me.
I tensed as I felt the sharp pinch, and grunted loudly.
Ari swiftly lifted his head and winced as he saw the broken skin. “Sorry, my intention wasn’t to bite you,” he breathlessly apologised, running his fingertips across the deep indentation. “That’s probably going to scar.”
A wry smile appeared on my lips. “Think of it as payback for the sex wounds I gave you.”
“Fair trade I feel,” he murmured between each lazy pleasurable kiss.
The back of my sopping head flopped against the tiles. “You’re incredibly sneaky undressing without me noticing, aren’t you?” I coaxed, smiling up at him.
Jet-black brows shot up above mischievously sparkling dark eyes. “I know,” Ari crooned, as his semi-hard cock stirred, our mouths curving salaciously as he instinctively flexed his rounded buttocks.
“More?”
“More.”
Silently and slowly, Ari’s mouth lowered over mine. His languid kiss so skilful, it left me breathless to the point I began slipping into a space that allowed me to give myself over to him at last. Finally.
Chapter Four
Ari
I HAD SEEMINGLY MADE the right choice spiriting Teddy away to Sorrento, clearly so as I peered out at the vastness in front of me and slid my sunglasses over my eyes as the last biting rays of sunshine gradually lowered beyond the horizon. No blaring of horns or sirens and no phones shrilling with staff chattering in my ear, it was just Teddy, this picture-perfect environment, and me. My shielded gaze roamed, merely appreciating the ruggedness of the cliffs and the diamond reflection of the crystal-clear waters surrounding us. And as the gently cooling breeze drifted over my face, I couldn’t help but raise a broad smile: the day had so far turned out to be beautiful in every sense of the word.
Well, perhaps if Teddy learnt the importance of time, it may just end up perfect. I let out a small chuckle; that alone would be a miracle in itself.
I leisurely walked back through the open French doors of our hotel room and glanced at my watch, yelling out to her, “We need to get a move on, or we’ll miss our reservation.” Naturally, she was running behind thanks to a bout of vomiting, our afternoon of rough sex partially the contributing factor. We needed to learn the importance of restraint, but the probability of that ever happening would be zero on both parts.
“Couldn’t we just stay here and order in?” Teddy proposed, emerging from the bathroom, her hazel eyes optimistically glistening as she slid a lip-gloss into the white clutch clasped in her hand. “Staying in bed sounds so much more enticing…not to mention delicious…”
My case in point about restraint made. Now, it was up to me to show some.
I buried my hands in the silken tresses tumbling around her shoulders and dipped my head. The distinct flavour of strawberries coating her parted lips as my mouth brushed over hers evoking memories of that infamous lollypop. “No, we need to get out. That’s why we came away, remember?”
“I suppose so,” she hummed, trudging behind me for the short stroll downstairs.
I severely underestimated the meaning of a short stroll where Teddy was concerned. Besides reciting the history on the hotel’s grand architecture, she insisted we stop and admire every intricate detail along the way. We ought to have taken the lift. Nonetheless, she was in her element and denying her was virtually impossible, once again, displaying my ineptitude for restraint.
But no longer could I deny my growling stomach, or the call of an icy cold beer, and had to drag Teddy down the last few steps. A wide smile forming as we finally strolled into the crowded but jovial space of Salt where locals and tourists alike lined the bars and filled the restaurant’s tables patiently awaiting service. Their raised voices filled the voids, competing against the clatter of dishes and the live band currently playing a Cold Chisel rendition in the background. Water into wine if I wasn’t mistaken. By the time we eventually manoeuvred through the crowds and stepped outside through a set of widely opened bi-fold doors onto a balcony with views of the Peninsula, I was practically drooling from the scent of food alone.
Paving the way for us was our bubbly waitress, Joey, her brightened smile beaming as she attentively gestured to the sturdy metal and timber seats at our reserved table. “Can I get you both a drink to start?”
I swiftly ordered two, a Peroni for me and a ginger beer spritzer for Teddy.
“Will