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Beth was obsessed with Rio’s neck.
And it wasn’t even about the tattoo. Although she was woman enough to admit it played a rather large part in her admiration. The bold lines. The boldness of having it in such a visible place. But mostly, it was the way it complemented the caramel toned skin, the way it curved around Rio’s neck.
What really fascinated Beth in this particular part of his anatomy was that it revealed his truth. Rio was mysterious, saying one thing with his eyes, one with his mouth. Most of the time his reactions were cold, he bit back the initial response, be it rage or affection, to reply in a calculated way, never letting his persona drop. But his throat never lied. If he was angry, his pulse throbbed. If he was only teasing it played a gentle rhythm. If he was aroused, his gulps told her so while his eyes played a different game.
Beth adored Rio’s neck.
One night, they were in a meeting with an important investor, in a downtown speakeasy recreation of a club. The man was a pig. A misogynistic pig, named Dean, making her even more adverse to him. And Beth burned with swallowed ire at every insulting remark, every time he cut her off while she was speaking she wanted to cut his tongue off with the pocket knife she took to having in her purse.
So, when this Dean made a remark about how the size of a man’s hand was the perfect size to choke a woman, as if that was a normal thing to say, and that clearly women’s smaller hands were made only to please him in every way, Beth felt her rage growing in her belly. Only Rio’s hand on her knee calmed her a smidgeon. Reminded her of their purpose here.
Still, she couldn’t not say anything, even if he was potentially important in the growing of their business.
“You know, Dean, I was married to a man named just as you, and during our golden years, he particularly liked when I did this” she said while putting her hand on Rio’s neck slowly so that he could catalogue her movements “maybe you just don’t want to admit it is a particular kink of yours?”, she said in a teasing manner to hide her sneer.
Dean spluttered and started to respond, but Beth didn’t hear a word he said, she was distracted by Rio. Or rather, Rio’s reaction to her hand on him.
She felt his pulse quicken, and his Adam’s apple descend in a gulp, his hand on her knee tighten.
Rio liked it. Even that seemed too tame compared to his reaction. Especially since other people were present.
He hid it well from their entourage, Dean, his cronies and groupies, but Beth’s mind couldn’t let it go.
The rest of the meeting passed in a haze, without a word from her. She was so lost to her distraction that she unwittingly gave asshole Dean what he wanted, her silence.
But, it didn’t matter. Because Rio gave her something she wanted. He exposed his truth, even if he didn’t want to. And her truth was that she liked it too. She liked it so much she felt her underwear stick to her skin from the moisture leaking from her.
Rio’s hand on her back brought her back to the meeting, but it did nothing to take her revelation out from her mind.
The deal was struck with Dean the second. Beth was a little disappointed in herself for not contributing a little more, but the terms and conditions weren’t bad enough to justify renegotiating tonight. Rio and her walked out of the club in silence, his hand still on her back.
She felt bereft of it once they got in the car. The ride to her home was just as silent. But full of tension. Both of them felt the heat since the club, judging by the tension present in his grip on the steering wheel. But neither of them acted on it nor spoke about it.
Beth wasn’t surprised, they both danced around the obvious for months now. Their attraction was growing and they were both too stubborn to really act on it.
Sure, sometimes the sexual tension was too much. But the quickies in between jobs, or the fast and hard fucks after a successful deal weren’t enough to satisfy them. Beth seriously doubted they would ever have enough of each other, and that thought scared her too much. Made her repress as much as possible every urge of affection, made her force herself to be as standoffish as she could in order to distance herself from this thing between them.
The fact that she could read the same apprehension and need in Rio’s eyes didn’t help.
Once in her driveway she could almost see the tension escalating. Her breaths were more labored and his knuckles were white from the force of his grip. Beth knew that if she didn’t say anything, neither will he and he’ll go.
“Are you thirsty?” she said. Stupid question. Of course he wasn’t. But her mind couldn’t make up another question that fast.
She could see in Rio’s eyes that he saw through her, saw it for what it was, a careful step in a direction they both feared to go to. But he still replied “Sure”.
His stare burned her from behind while she was unlocking the door. She couldn’t meet his eyes even when they were inside.
The silence that had settled between them seemed unbreakable, she served him a glass of handmade Iced Tea (knowing he avoided alcohol as much as possible) and herself a bourbon, hoping it would steel her nerves.
The silence had been so thick that she almost spilled her entire drink when he spoke.
“So Carman liked to be chocked huh?”
Beth couldn’t read anything from him right now, so she simply replied.
“I don’t know, maybe he does, but I never did it to him. I put my hand there once and we stopped immediately. I don’t know if he didn’t like it, or if liked it too much and got scared.”
He hummed and replied, “ Vanilla’s almost hardcore for him, right?”
Elisabeth couldn’t help it, she snorted and laughed while looking at Rio, and said:
“Maybe that’s why he likes the young ones, they’re not knowledgeable enough to get how bad it is.”
“Yeah, or maybe he just a repressed dick” Rio responded.
Beth couldn’t help it, she looked at him from top to bottom, and licked her lips. “So you’re not a repressed dick, then ?”
Heat coursed through Rio’s eyes. He stood up from the highchair he was half-sitting on and, there’s no other way to describe it, prowled towards her. His advance made her back against the countertop, her hands gripping the cold stone as he stood only a few inches away from her.
She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin as he spoke.
“What made you think anything about me is repressed, ma ? Is it our first time when I fucked you in the bathroom of my bar ? Or that time when I took you from behind, your asscheeks clapping against me for everybody to hear in the next room ? Mick and Damon couldn’t look me in the eyes after for a whole day, how did Ruby do ? Or was it that time I fingered you while we were dealing with the cartel that made you think I’m repressed ? Huh ?”
Beth felt her cheeks warm up from the arousal he was bringing from her. She swallowed a few times before answering.
“None of those, Rio. But maybe the fact that we’ve never acted upon any of your kinks did. I made you follow me to the bathroom. I took you to that office to talk. I allowed you to fuck me with your fingers in front of everybody. Seems like that exhibitionist streak is mine, not yours.”
Rio regarded her with an almost guarded but still heated look. Still he didn’t say or do anything, so Beth did.
Slowly, she rose her hand towards his neck, tracing the bird softly with the tip of her index finger.
“You and I both know what that reaction in the club meant Rio. Do you want to act on it or not? Do you want me to ride you and slowly press my fingers around your throat ? Choking you slowly until the only thing you feel and see is me. Tell me.”
Beth almost couldn’t believe herself. Dirty talk had always been Rio’s prerogative, but judging by the way his jaw danced and the speed of his pulse, he liked it. Or maybe he just like the idea. Either way, Beth felt almost too horny, she could combust from the heat in between them.
Rio’s eyes on her lips, and his hands gripping her waist were keeping her in place, but barely.
Finally, he kissed her. It was a bruising kiss. Forceful enough to bend her almost completely over the countertop, his teeth biting in her lower lip, drawing blood, but Beth loved it.
When he leaned back, she was still in a daze.
“Elisabeth, take my breath away.” He said in that rough voice, even grittier than usual from the arousal coursing through him.
He took her breath for a moment. A still moment when they looked in each other’s eyes. Reading the same lust, the same want for the other in them. Reading even more than that, but they ignored it. As always.
“To my room” she finally succeeded in saying.
Once they got there, she instructed him to lay down on the bed.
"Take your clothes off, and put your arms behind your head. And don't move!"
Rio looked at her for a second.
"This how we gonna play it Elizabeth?"
She only nodded.
After a brief moment of consideration, he started taking his shirt off. Beth decided to leave him to it while she went in the bathroom.
She took the dress off her body and admired the picture she made in the mirror.
She saw the parts she didn't like and had to reconcile with. But also the parts she did.
She felt beautiful and confident. The black lingerie she was wearing was flattering and comfortable.
She nodded to herself satisfied.
Beth went back to the bedroom, and if her hips swayed a little more than the usual, none would disapprove.
His eyes caught hers immediately. The admiration she could see in them always took a little of her breath away. She couldn’t get used to it, and she didn’t want to.
He was spread out on her bed with his arms right where she told him to. Beth flushed a little at his obedience. The constant tugging of power, control and tension between them could often be exhausting, but she wouldn’t give it away for anything. It was them.
Their stubbornness, their need for control, and seeing Rio give that control willingly, eagerly even, to her made something in her stomach drop in a good way.
She approached him slowly, knelt next to him on the bed and slowly put her hand on the arm closest to her.
“If you don’t move until I tell you to, next time you can do anything you want to me. Do you agree?”
“What, ma, you think I don’t do anything I want to you on the regular ?” Rio smirked.
She couldn’t help it, the corner of her mouth rose before she could stop it.
“I said, do you agree Rio ?”
He didn’t answer immediately, instead his eyes roved over her. From her toes, to her thighs, pausing at her crotch, to her stomach and arms, pausing even longer on her chest, and finally straight back to her eyes. The heat in his gaze and the way he licked his lips fed the fire in her belly.
“I agree Elizabeth.” He said softly, but the grit in his voice told her everything she needed to know.
She loved his voice, everything about it, the tone, the gravel, the fact that he rarely raised it and still dominated most of the talks. It became magical whenever he was aroused. Enough to get her immediately turned on too.
Beth, still sitting next to him on the bed, she took him softly in her hand. Her touch was almost too delicate, grazing him lightly enough to feel it but not be satisfied.
The little puff of breath he let out encouraged her. Slowly, she put gradually more pressure on her back-and-forths, still without any lubrication, only soft skin against even softer skin. Her thumb pressed on his slit, picking up the precum sitting there.
She let him out her grip for a moment, and moved her hand to his lip. “Open” she said. And when he did, she pressed her finger into his mouth.
Rio’s stare penetrated her in an intense hold as he pressed his tongue around her thumb, tasting himself on her skin.
With her other hand, she pressed into her own underwear, picking up the moisture she had tried to ignore for way too long. She contemplated just staving off the frustration a little with a little flick here and there on her clit, but a better idea surfaced.
Beth took her wet fingers out of her panties and slowly joined her hand to the other one. Delicately, she traced Rio’s lips, still wrapped around her thumb while his tongue massaged it, her wetness was spreading like a juicy balm on his lips. She saw his eyes flare up at that, and his pelvis thrust up in little jerks. He liked it. But surely not as much as Beth.
Her underwear was so soaked that with each shift a squelching sound could be heard.
Slowly, she pressed one of the fingers coated with her juices into his lips. The little moan Rio let out was enough to tell her it was the good way to go.
She took her fingers abruptly from his mouth and replaced them with her lips and tongue, needing more than breath to taste both of them in his mouth. Beth couldn’t say how long they had been kissing like that, sharing breaths and saliva. Both of them lost in a daze of lust and in each other. She could feel him straining to stay put, his arms behind his head, forcing himself not to touch her. It made her want to touch him even more.
She couldn’t wait anymore.
She took off her underwear, shifted and parted her legs around his hips. Engulfing him to the hilt in her in one sudden motion that made them both break the kiss for a second to groaningly sigh.
“Elizabeth, fuck baby, you feel so good.” He said in a strained voice.
“Rio… I’ve never felt anything better than this, us.” She couldn’t help but reply. The truth coming out unwillingly in their intimate bubble.
Beth started going back and forth, building momentum as time passed. They lost themselves in their movements, lost themselves to the pleasure of being together without any lie, any pretense, just their naked truth.
She had lost track of time in their haze of lust.
She even forgot what started it all this evening. But Rio threw back his head in a deep moan of pleasure and it slammed back to her. His reaction in the club. Their discussion when they got to her home.
So Beth stopped for a moment. And as Rio looked at her, frustration and arousal in his eyes, she slowly rose her hand from his torso where she had used it to stabilize herself and put it on his neck.
“Are you still ok with this?” she asked, voice unrecognizable, her breath labored, while pressing gently.
“Fuck yes Elizabeth.” He groaned out. The expression on his face satisfied and impatient.
Beth got more turned on, even if she thought it wouldn’t have been possible. She started gyrating her hips slowly before speeding up her thrusts.
Carefully, she pressed on his throat. Putting enough pressure to limit his intake of oxygen, but not enough to stop the airflow.
Her eyes never left his.
She could read in his gaze how much he liked it. How much he trusted her to let her do this. Even how much he adored her.
He nodded a little instead of talking, granting her the permission to squeeze harder.
So she did. On both ends.
Beth choked him in intervals to let him take back his breath in between. But she squeezed longer after each breathing pause.
Her pussy was contracting around his shaft every time she slammed back down. Her breath grew ragged. But not as much as his when her fingers pressed harder around his throat.
She could see his arms straining from the harsh grip of his fingers around the metal of the headboard. But he didn’t break the instruction she gave him.
So she rewarded him.
Beth shifted a little so that she could free the other arm. She raised the liberated hand to her lips to wet her fingers. Then, she reached back and gently pressed her fingers around his balls.
She synched the pressures of each hand around him.
Rio was moaning and grunting nonstop now. His eyes were hazy and his mouth slack. His hips were thrusting into hers with each press of her fingers. The rhythm only went crescendo, never breaking nor faltering.
Seeing him like this, lost in the pleasure she gave him, lost in them, brought her right to the edge.
He tipped her over the edge too when he came : his eyes blown out, his face red from the exertion and lack of air, his whole body contracted and with a strained shout.
Beth had never felt so powerful, so divine in her sexuality as in that moment. Couldn’t stop herself from passing over that ledge and losing herself in the pleasure of them together.
She never had an orgasm like this one, that was as much physical as spiritual, and she lost track of time.
A minute or an hour later, she couldn’t tell, Beth slowly came back to herself.
She slowly opened her eyes to Rio looking at her like she was a goddess brought onto Earth only for him. She gulped a little from the intensity of his gaze.
His arms were still behind him, so she reached for his hands, feeling a kiss on her breasts while leaning over him. She sat back, his slowly softening dick still in her, and rubbed lovingly the bruised muscles of his arms.
“Are you OK ?” she couldn’t help but ask, it was a first for them both.
He looked at her in an unusually soft way.
“I’m more than okay Elizabeth. Are you?”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t the one being choked Rio !” she replied indignantly.
He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. She could feel the tremors underneath her.
“Really, Elizabeth? You made me come so hard I even forgot my name for a second there. Don’t worry, mama, I’ve never been better.”
Beth was honestly surprised by the openness of his response, she chose to attribute it to the effect good sex should have.
She sat up from her perch, her thighs trembling and sore, and lied right next to him, her head on his shoulder.
As she was starting to doze off, she felt his hand slowly descending, caressing her body along the way, his finger trailing a whisper of touch on her skin.
She felt his fingertips trailing near her entrance, teasing her.
“Don’t, I’m too sensitive right now.”
“You sure mama?” he whispered near her ear.
“Later.” She decided.
“Alright, your wish is my command, Elizabeth.” He teasingly said.
Still she felt him touch her one last time, with a little more pressure.
Suddenly, his hand was near her face.
“Open.” She did. And Rio put his index on her tongue.
She could taste them. Mixed together and glorious. The parallel with her previous actions wasn’t lost to her, but she didn’t care why he chose to do so. Only that she never felt so depraved yet so appreciated at once.
“We good together, huh?” His smirk and lustful eyes teased her.
But she couldn’t agree more.
They are good together. Horrible too, but still good.