Only You - Lord of the Manor book 1

Chapter 29

The gates to Lusso slowly shift open and Harry pulls in, parking the car swiftly and accurately. He wastes no time collecting me from my side of the car and dragging me through the foyer towards the elevator.

'Evening, Clive.' I call as I'm hauled past and stuffed into the penthouse lift. 'Are you in a rush?'

'Yes.' he answers decisively, punching in his code. The doors of the elevator close and I'm swiftly thrust up against the mirrored wall. 'You owe me an apology fuck.' he growls, attacking my mouth.

What the hell is an apology fuck, and why do I owe him one? I could make a list as long as my arm of all the apologies he owes me. I can't think of anything that I should be apologising for.

'What's an apology fuck?' I pant as he thrusts his knee between my thighs, moving his mouth to my ear.

'It involves your mouth.'

I shake off a tremble as he pushes himself away from me, leaving me with a raging boner, panting and holding myself up by leaning against the wall.

He steps back until his back meets the opposite wall of the elevator, his hooded eyes watching me closely as he removes his t-shirt and begins working the button fly of his jeans. My lips part to allow air into my lungs as I wait for instruction. I'm a quivering mess. He's perfection incarnate, every sharp muscle flexing and rippling with his movement.

His jeans gape open, revealing his erection falling out into his waiting palm. He isn't wearing boxers. No obstruction. I flick my eyes up to his, but he's looking down, observing himself.

I follow his eyes with my own and watch as he draws long, slow strokes over his arousal, his breath hitching slightly on each draw. Seeing him work himself has pins and needles stabbing at my groin and my body temperature swiftly rising. Good God, he is way past perfect. My gaze travels back up his body, finding the most erotic sight I've ever seen. His stomach muscles are tense, his eyes hooded and lust filled, and that full bottom lip is parted and moist. He's staring at me now, carefully watching me from across the elevator.

'Come here,' His voice is hoarse, his sludgy eyes dark. I walk slowly towards him. 'On your knees.'

I steady my breathing and slowly lower myself to the floor, sliding my hands down the front of his tight thighs, maintaining our eye connection as I do. He looks down at me, his arousal still being worked slowly in his hand. I'm absolutely transfixed on this beautiful man looming over me, working himself. He uses his free hand to caress the side of my face as he pants short, strained breaths through his parted lips. He taps my cheek with his middle finger.

'Open.' he orders. I part my lips, running my hands around the back of his legs to grip the tops of his thighs as he strokes the side of my face in approval and positions himself at my lips. 'You'll take it all the way, and I'm going to come in your mouth,' He runs his moist head over my bottom lip, and my tongue darts out to lap up the bead of creamy cum escaping. 'You'll swallow.'

My stomach twists, my breath catching in my throat as he rears back and slowly plunges into my mouth. I watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his jaw so hard, I think he could burst a vein in his temple. I tighten my grip on the back of his thighs and pull him forward.

'Fuuuuuck!' he grates through his gritted teeth. His fist is still wrapped around the base, preventing me from taking him all the way. He moves his other hand to the back of my head as he stills, drawing urgent breaths. I can feel the pressure he's applying to his thick length, no doubt to prevent himself from climaxing immediately.

After a few moments, he's regained his composure, and he slowly peels his hand away from his base, placing it on the back of my head to join the other. I watch him puff out a few hard breaths. He's psyching himself up. I better make this good then.