Spreadsheets and Bedsheets (Havenwood #1)

21

JULES

T he night air was thick and sultry, the kind of intoxicating summer evening that crackled with untamed possibilities. Elliot's car screeched into the driveway, the stark glow of the porch light slicing through the darkness, casting long, ominous shadows across the yard. My heart thundered in my chest as I stepped out of the car, each step toward his door igniting a fiery heat within me that I hadn't felt in an eternity.

Elliot strode ahead, the keys in his hand jingling like a distant alarm as he ascended the porch steps. My eyes were riveted, tracing the way his shirt clung to his muscular back, how the dim light accentuated the chiseled line of his jaw. My feet moved of their own accord, closing the gap between us with a hunger that couldn't be denied. Before he could even slide the key into the lock, I pressed myself against him, my body burning against his back, my cock hard and insistent, pressing firmly against him through the layers of our clothes.

"Jules," he murmured, his voice a low growl, thick with desire despite his attempt to remain composed.

I rose up, letting my lips graze the back of his neck before trailing a line of fevered kisses down to his collarbone. His breath caught; his hand frozen on the doorknob. My hands slipped around his waist, sliding beneath the hem of his shirt to caress the scorching skin beneath.

"Having trouble there, Teach?" I teased, my voice a sultry whisper against his neck.

He turned his head slightly, his blue-grey eyes blazing with heat. "You're not exactly helping."

My laugh was deep, provocative, as I nipped sharply at his earlobe. "What can I say? You make me impatient."

In the haze of our fevered kisses and the wild, desperate way my hands roamed over his torso, he unlatched the door as if unlocking some forbidden secret. The moment we crashed inside, the door slammed shut behind us, and Elliott’s restraint shattered like brittle glass. He spun me around with an urgency that pinned me against the door, sending shivers cascading over my skin in a trail of electrified desire that ignited every inch of me. His mouth collided with mine in a forceful, all-consuming kiss, where our tongues intertwined like burning flames. I could feel his hardness pressing insistently against me, a promise of raw, unbridled passion that left me aching to devour him completely.

My trembling fingers fumbled eagerly with the buttons on his shirt, each touch matching the mounting intensity of his searing kisses. “Let’s get this off,” I gasped, pulling back just enough to yank the fabric down his arms, exposing more of the man beneath. He shrugged off the barrier with a devilish grin, letting the shirt drop to the floor as his hands claimed my waist with unrelenting hunger. “You’re unbearably impatient,” he teased, his voice thick with desire and barely restrained need.

I grinned wickedly, my hands trailing sensuously over the newly revealed terrain of his chiseled chest. “Can you blame me?”

We surged through the house like a wild storm, shedding clothes in our wake. Elliott’s belt clattered to the floor in the hallway, swiftly followed by my shirt, while his hands roamed every inch of my skin with an intensity that bordered on feral, as if he couldn't get enough. My lips sought his over and over, each kiss diving deeper into the depths of our shared hunger.

We pulled apart only for a heartbeat, gasping for breath, before Elliott’s hands yanked me close again. “I need you,” he growled, his voice raw and desperate, vibrating with an unquenchable need.

I grinned, my hands mapping the contours of his bare chest as I whispered in a low, husky tone, "I'm going to make you cum so hard." My hand slid down with fervor, cupping him through his unzipped pants, feeling the throbbing hardness that sent shockwaves of desire through my body. “I want you in my mouth,” I murmured, my teeth playfully nipping at his lower lip with burning anticipation.

"Jules," he breathed, his voice a tantalizing mix of warning and surrender.

“Are you a top or a bottom?” I challenged, my lips trailing provocatively down to his jawline.

“I like both,” he admitted, his voice faltering as I showered his neck with heated kisses. “But tonight… I want you to take the lead.”

I pressed him harder against the wall, confidence surging as his body yielded with explosive intensity. By the time we stormed into his bedroom, nearly naked and fueled by raw desire, the only obstacles between us were a stray pair of boxers and the ever-growing, burning heat neither of us could ignore. I shoved him onto the bed, climbing over him as my lips crashed onto his. My hands roamed his body, greedily learning every hard line and tense curve. He groaned as I bit his neck and tore down his chest, my tongue flicking over his nipple before continuing my descent.

"God, I've been craving this," I growled.

My eyes locked onto Elliott’s. The first touch was electric, a spark of hunger as I brushed my lips against the head of his throbbing cock. It was a tantalizing promise of what was to come. I deepened the kiss, opening wider as I took him in, my tongue swirling around the sensitive skin.

When I took him into my mouth, he bucked beneath me, his hands gripping my hair. "Jules," he rasped, his voice hoarse with need.

Elliott's eyes rolled back, his head falling away as he released a ragged breath. His hands guided me deeper, the movement slow but relentless, each inch a fierce claim.

I feasted on his pleasure, taking him deeper into my mouth as he groaned and arched beneath me. His taste was addictive, and I couldn't get enough. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good," I growled.

As he slid in and out of my hungry mouth, I gripped his balls, heavy and full. I pulled back slowly, my lips releasing him with a wet pop. I looked up, meeting Elliott’s gaze with a wicked smile that spoke volumes about my hunger for his cock and my delight in teasing him. I leaned forward again, taking him back in with a slow, intense movement.

This time I went deeper still; until my nose pressed into his pubic hair. He smelled incredible. A heady mix of musk and sweat that drove me wild. Each stroke built upon the last; slower but more intense, pushing him closer to the edge.

"You're fucking killing me," Elliott gasped. "This feels too good. I'm close," he warned. "I don't want to cum yet."

He yanked me upward, sending a surge of heat through my veins as his mouth descended on mine, his lips merging with an untamed ferocity while his hands devoured the last vestiges of my clothing.

"I want you to fuck me," I declared bluntly, unashamed and raw.

He trailed scorching, deliberate kisses down my body, his tongue dancing and teasing until I writhed beneath his relentless attentions. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes locking with mine and igniting a fierce, unspoken promise.

Lying back, I felt Elliott’s warm, pulsing breath cascade over my skin, rippling shivers along my spine. His lips clung to me as his tongue embarked on a sultry journey, swirling in slow, tantalizing circles that overwhelmed my senses with each lapping stroke. I surrendered to the cascade of sensations, my body hardening with mounting desire.

Then, Elliott’s focus shifted with carnal precision. With a soft pop, his lips broke apart as his tongue traced a deliberate, igniting path down my shaft, exploring every vein and ridge until it reached my balls. He cupped one in his mouth, his tongue rolling it languidly with such tender intensity that I moaned in sheer need.

The sensations were almost unbearably intense, the soft suction, the rhythmic lapping of his tongue against my hyper-sensitive skin, as he caressed each ball methodically until I squirmed uncontrollably under him.

He ventured further, his tongue skimming across the sensitive skin behind my balls, sparking fiery currents through my body as he nuzzled against my exposed ass cheeks, his breath scorching my skin.

"Elliott," I gasped urgently.

“Shh,” he whispered, his tone commanding yet reassuring. “Just relax.”

His skilled tongue circled slowly at my most intimate entrance, tracing deliberate paths around my rim. The sensation was nothing short of transcendent, a mingling of exquisite pleasure and unyielding surrender that banished every remnant of tension from my body.

As he continued his relentless, delicious onslaught, I melted into him. Elliott’s fingers joined the exquisite torment, probing my entrance with practiced precision before slipping inside and igniting a fierce, consuming heat.

"Okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"Yeah," I managed in a breathless whisper. "More."

A low, throaty chuckle escaped him as he slid another finger inside me. "You're so tight," he murmured, intensity dripping from every syllable. "I love it."

I groaned as he stretched me slowly, first employing the slick warmth of his saliva and then the silken glide of lube that made every thrust feel impossibly smooth and raw. With every deliberate movement, I opened further, baring myself to an unforgettable blend of agony and ecstasy.

"You're doing so good," Elliott murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Just relax, let me get you ready for me."

"I am relaxed," I protested, though it came out as a sensuous moan laden with need.

He laughed softly, a sound full of dangerous promise. "Not yet, darling," he teased. "But you will be."

The brutal combination of his expert rimming, stretching fingers, and the other hand clutching my throbbing cock escalated every sensation into a frenzy of raw anticipation. My entire body vibrated with desire, each touch and thrust building the intensity until it seemed I could hardly bear to wait for the moment when he would finally thrust into me with that insatiable cock.

"Almost there," Elliott whispered, his fingers still dancing inside me. "Just a little more ..."

When his fingers finally withdrew, a sudden void of emptiness coursed through me, quickly overtaken by a fierce, overwhelming anticipation. I watched as he reached for a condom, his hands deliberate and confidently slow, each movement sending my heart spiraling into a frenzy of expectation.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice a trembling confession barely reaching him. Elliott’s eyes locked with mine as he tore open the packet with deliberate hunger, smoothly unrolling the condom down his throbbing length. The sight was intoxicating, his hardness a promise of the fervor that awaited us. With his other hand, he reached for the lube; every movement was charged with raw intent. As he prepared me, his kiss deepened, fierce and unyielding, his whispered reassurances igniting a burning ache in my chest.

He positioned himself between my legs, his tip teasing the edge of my desire, a whisper of what's to come. “Ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky, vibrating with anticipation. My heart pounded in response as I nodded, surrendering to the magnetic pull of his touch. Elliott began to push inside me slowly, the deliberate movement stretching me wide. An initial sting of pain flared as he entered, swiftly overtaken by an explosive wave of pleasure that surged through every fiber of my being.

"Ah," I exhaled, my eyes fluttering shut as ecstasy claimed me. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he inched forward. "Okay?" he murmured, genuine concern threading through his commanding tone. I could only nod again, my voice lost to the overwhelming intensity. The fleeting pain was dissolving, replaced by an ever-growing conflagration of pleasure that engulfed me entirely.

As Elliott continued his slow, deliberate rhythm, my body began to unfurl, opening up to him with a hunger that burned like wildfire. The moment his full length was inside me, reality shifted, filled with overwhelming fullness, searing intimacy, and an almost unbearable delicious intensity. We moved together in a primal, synchronized dance, each thrust pushing us further into the depths of passion.

"Yes," I moaned, my eyes snapping open with unrestrained desire. "More." Elliott’s expression ignited with a wild smile as he quickened his pace, his thrusts growing harder, faster, more demanding. My body arched upward, surrendering to the relentless, scorching rhythm that drove us both to the brink.

"Oh God," I gasped, every word punctuated by the raw sensation that consumed me. "You feel so damn good." In response, Elliott growled, a deep, feral sound, as he pounded into me with a fervor that spoke of desperate, reclaimed time. His movements were fierce, inescapably intense, perfectly executed to shatter all lingering inhibitions.

Our voices escalated into a roiling crescendo of need, echoing the promise of an ecstatic climax. “I’m close,” I warned breathlessly, as my body tightened in a desperate, electrifying plea around him. Instantly, his voice roared, “Me too. Come with me, Jules,” and we surged together into a singular force of pure, unrelenting passion. I clung to him, nails digging deep into his back as we neared the edge, each of us hurtling towards our breaking point.

In an eruption of shared desire, I came in thick, explosive ropes that rained down on my chest and stomach. Almost immediately after, Elliott's own climax surged through him; his cock pulsated powerfully within me as he filled the condom with his release. Every drop was a declaration, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over us, leaving us momentarily suspended in the aftermath of our passion.

For a fleeting moment, our bodies locked in that perfect, incandescent union, we remained poised on the edge of rapture before collapsing back onto the bed. Exhaustion and satisfaction mingled as Elliott fell atop me, his full weight a reminder of the intensity of our encounter. Our lips collided in a fevered, sloppy kiss, tongues intertwining as we struggled to reclaim our breath.

We lay there, entangled in crumpled sheets, bodies slick with sweat and hearts still hammering with residual ecstasy. I nestled my head on his chest, listening to the steady, insistent beat of his heart as his fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns along my back.

Softly, his voice broke the post-coital quiet, laden with exhaustion and profound vulnerability. “I hope you know… you’ve completely ruined me for anyone else.” I laughed, a sound raw with satisfaction, pressing a tender kiss to his chest. “Good. Because I’m not planning on letting you go.”

He tightened his arms around me as if to etch this moment into our very souls, his lips grazing the top of my head. “I think I could get used to this,” he murmured, his tone both possessive and hopeful.

“Me too,” I whispered back, our voices merging into a promise as sleep beckoned, drawing us together into the lingering aftermath of our intense, all-consuming passion.