9. Atlas
As I drive to Dallas for the late afternoon baseball game, Eloise chatters away with excitement. We’ve barely seen each other over the last few days since I worked an extra twelve-hour shift in the middle of my regular schedule. Beckett needed someone to pick up extra, and I needed a big favor, so it was a win-win. I covered the shift, and he arranged for me to get tickets to the Dallas Sentinels game.
“Are we going straight to the game?” Eloise glances over and asks, breaking the silence.
“No.” I lift her hand up to my mouth to place a soft kiss on her knuckles. "I’m hoping we have time to check in at our hotel before the game.”
“I can’t wait.” Eloise buzzes with energy. “Do you think we’ll have good seats at the game?”
“Beckett says they’re great,” I reply, hoping they’re as great as his idea for the trip. I want everything to be perfect. But being in this car with Eloise makes every moment feel that way. Her body moves closer as she giggles at something I’ve said. Her excitement is infectious, and the drive to Dallas flies by.
Checking into the hotel feels like a whirlwind. The front desk clerk efficiently processes our check-in with practiced speed, and before I can even gather my thoughts, we’re stepping into the elevator. I glance down at my watch and notice that we’re running out of time.
As we enter the room, I push open the door and let it swing wide, dropping our bags on the plush carpet beside the single, inviting bed. The room is cozy, with warm lighting and soft, neutral tones enveloping us in a sense of calm. I turn to Eloise and ask, “Are you ready to head to the stadium?”
She takes a moment to survey the room, her eyes dancing over the elegant furnishings and tasteful artwork adorning the walls. Her cheerful smile lights up her face, instantly soothing the tension that had been coiling within me. “Sure,” she replies with a carefree shrug.
The stadium is jam-packed when we arrive, a sea of bodies shifting and swaying, and I grip her hand tightly, determined not to lose her in the throng. “Let’s grab a hot dog before we find our seats,” I suggest, steering her toward the concessions.
“Sounds great," she replies, her voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd.
We grab our food and find our seats, and I can barely keep my eyes on the field. Eloise is more captivating than any goddamn baseball game, and I have a hard time concentrating on what’s happening on the field.
Her shirt clings to her body, tracing every curve that ignites a burning desire within me. Each word out of her mouth is an electric jolt. She’s open, happy, and all goddamn mine.
I notice her empty cup. “Want another beer?” I offer, not caring if I miss the first inning while waiting in the mile-long concession line. Not caring about anything but making my girl happy.
“I’d love a beer,” she replies, settling in and soaking up the atmosphere.
“I’ll be right back.” I look around, making sure there doesn’t appear to be anyone around who’ll give Eloise trouble before rushing off.
A while later, I return with two cups and a Sentinels shirt she can wear later, when we’re alone. It’s two sizes too big, and I can’t wait to see it on her luscious body.
“I saw this and thought it would look great on you.” I slide a little closer, watching her reaction as she holds up the shirt. “With nothing else.”
She puts it in her lap and reaches for my hand. “I might get chilly,” she beams, squeezing me with more strength than I thought her small fingers had. “So, you’ll have to find a way to keep me warm.” My cock nearly tears a hole through my jeans as she runs her soft thumb over my knuckles.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you good and hot,” I promise as the game kicks off.
The Sentinels score early, and Eloise is more invested than I expected. She cheers like she’s part of the team, leaning in and pulling me along with her as the innings stretch on. The hotter the game gets, the hotter I get. I’m so goddamn hungry for her, I could self-combust.
Her energy’s infectious, and I barely notice the rowdy crowd all around us. All I know is I can’t fucking wait to get her alone and see her in that shirt, then not in that shirt. Her hair falls over one eye, and I brush it back without thinking.
“Am I distracting you?” Eloise asks, catching me staring more at her than the field.
“Just a little,” I confess, though my body says it’s more than that.
“Good.” She winks at me, and I barely resist the urge to fuck her right here in front of the other thirty-thousand people in the stands.
The crowd surges when the game gets tense, and I take the opportunity to down my cold beer, hoping it cools my jets a little. The Sentinels tie it up in the bottom of the ninth, and I hope this fucking game doesn’t go into extra innings. I’m counting down the time until I can take her back to the hotel.
When the final run happens, and the Sentinels win, we both jump to our feet.
She beams up at me with flushed cheeks and her hair sticking to her damp skin. “That was so fun.”
“I’m glad you had fun.” I pull her in closer as the crowd begins to filter out.
“Now, can we go back to the hotel?” She laughs, pressing against me with just the right amount of pressure to make me lose my mind.
“Fuck yes.” The ride back to the hotel takes way longer than it should. Eloise holds my hand as I navigate the busy streets. Each mile seems to take an eternity.
* * *
The door barely clicks shut behind us when Eloise decides to take control, shocking the fuck out of me. She yanks her t-shirt over her head like she’s been waiting all damn day to get naked. The fabric hits the floor with a soft thud, and there she is, standing in nothing but a lacy black bra that’s practically begging to be ripped off. Her tits are full, round, and just begging for my hands, my mouth, my cock.
She doesn’t give me a second to admire her though. No, she’s on me like a fucking predator, her lips crashing into mine in a kiss so hot it feels like my brain’s short-circuiting. Her tongue is in my mouth before I can even think, and I’m groaning like a goddamn animal, my hands clawing at her back, pulling her closer.
She’s not wasting any time either. Her fingers are under my shirt, yanking it up and over my head, and I’m too fucking turned on to care where it lands. Her bra’s next, and fucking hell, the way her tits bounce free is enough to make me forget my own name. They’re soft and heavy in my hands, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I can’t resist. I lean down and take one in my mouth, sucking hard, and the sound she makes is pure fucking sin. Her fingers are in my hair, pulling me closer, and I’m so hard it hurts.
“I’ve been dying to do this all day long,” Eloise growls against my lips. She pushes me back just enough to look me in the eyes, her lips swollen from our kiss, her chest heaving. “Bed. Now,” she growls, and fuck if that doesn’t make me even harder.
Oh, hell yes. I hit the goddamn jackpot with her. She steps back, her hips swaying like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and falls onto the bed. She’s on her back, legs spread just enough to give me a glimpse of the lace panties she’s still wearing, and I’m on her in a heartbeat.
Her hands explore my chest, my shoulders, my ass while I kiss her like my life depends on it. My cock is straining against my jeans, and she can feel it too, grinding against me with a moan that sends all the blood in my body straight to my erection. “Damn, you’re so hard,” she whispers, her voice all breathy and desperate, and I’m about two seconds away from ripping my pants to shreds.
But Eloise has other plans. She pushes me onto my back and straddles me, her tits bouncing as she moves. “When did you become a wild woman?” I ask, and my cock tells me to shut the fuck up and stop distracting her.
“This has been the longest freaking day.” Her hands are on my chest, her nails digging in just enough to make me hiss, and then she’s leaning down to kiss me again, her tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my whole-body shudder. She grinds against me, the heat of her pussy pressing against my cock through our clothes, and my eyes cross.
“I need you,” I groan as she smirks, that sassy little vixen, and starts unbuttoning my jeans. Her fingers brush against my cock as she pulls down the zipper, and I swear I see stars. She yanks my jeans and boxers down in one go, and my cock springs free, hard and throbbing.
Her eyes widen for a second, and then she’s licking her lips like she’s about to devour me. “You can have me.” She bites her bottom lip, staring at my cock. “After I get a little taste of you.” The way she says it makes me want to pin her down and fuck her until she can’t walk. But she’s in control now, and she knows it.
She wraps her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly, and I’m so goddamn close to the edge. Her thumb swipes over the tip, spreading the pre-cum that’s leaking out, and I groan so loud it’s almost embarrassing.
But Eloise isn’t done shocking the fuck out of me. She leans down, her tits brushing against my stomach, and takes me in her mouth. Her lips are warm and wet, and the way she sucks me is fucking unreal. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, and I’m gripping the sheets so hard I might tear them. She takes me deeper, her throat relaxing around me, and I’m fucking gone. My hips buck up into her mouth, and she doesn’t stop. She moans around my cock like she loves it.
I don’t know how much longer I can last, but Eloise seems to sense it. She pulls off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening, and climbs back up to kiss me. I can taste myself on her tongue, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. “I want you inside me,” she whispers against my lips, and I flip her onto her back.
I shred her panties and spread her legs wide before pressing my cock against her wet pussy. She’s so fucking ready for me; her juices coat my cock as I push inside her. She’s so fucking tight, and the way she moans my name as I fill her is enough to make me lose it. But I hold on, thrusting into her slowly at first, savoring the way her inner muscles stretch around my cock.
Her nails dig into my back as she wraps her legs around my waist. My baby girl meets me thrust for thrust. “Fuck me harder,” she demands, and who am I to argue?
I slam into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room as she screams my name like it’s the only word she knows.
I can feel her pussy clenching around me as she gets closer, and I’m not far behind. I reach between us and press my thumb against her hard clit while growling, “Come for me.” She comes on command, her body shaking as she screams my name. The way her pussy tightens around me is enough to push me over the edge, and I come so hard I see stars.
We collapse onto the bed, both of us breathing hard, and I can’t help but laugh. “I love you,” I say, because what else is there to say?
“It’s about time you told me.” Eloise smirks at me, that sassy little look in her eyes that tells me she’s planning to shock me a whole lot more in the future. “I love you, too.”
Fuck, I’m lucky.