Chapter 25
“It’s been confirmed. Three is a crowd.” ~ Eli
Eli
Paisley stops at her door and glances over her shoulder at me. “Do you want to come in?”
My cock twitches. Hell, yeah, I do.
I whirl her around to face me. “Yes,” I murmur before molding my lips to hers. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and she melts into me. She fits perfectly against me. As if she was made for me.
I explore her mouth while enjoying her sweet taste. The bite of exotic is perfect for Paisley. She’s sweet but she’s exceptional in every way. She’s unique. She’s my Lace.
“Lace,” I whisper against her lips. “We need to go inside.”
She startles before pulling away from me. She scans the street. “It’s a good thing my nosy neighbor isn’t home.”
“Isn’t Maya one of your neighbors?”
“Exactly.”
I chuckle .
She unlocks her door and leads me inside. “Do you want a nightcap?”
I maneuver her until she’s pressed up against the wall. “I want you.” I press my hard length against her stomach and her eyes flair.
“This is convenient since I want you, too.”
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. As usual, her curly hair has escaped her ponytail. I love how uncontrollable her hair is. The same as she is.
“But we need to have a talk first.”
She squeezes my ass. “Must we?”
“We must.”
“If you’re going to whine about losing at poker, can we skip it?”
I tweak her nose. “I don’t whine.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Do you prefer the word grumble? Grouse? Gripe?”
I slap a hand over her mouth. “I don’t need you to list every synonym of whine known to man since I didn’t whine.”
She peels my hand away. “But you did lose.”
“You could have warned me you’re a poker shark.”
“I did say I was going to win.”
True. She did. “I’m not used to losing when playing poker.”
She smirks. “Why don’t we play a round of strip poker?”
Based on how well she played earlier, I’ll be naked in no time. Huh. Not a bad idea. But first.
“We do need to talk.”
“What about? ”
I lead her to the sofa. Once I’m seated, I pull her on my lap.
“The last time we were in this position, I ended up with red legs.”
I grin. “I know. I remember.”
I will never forget my first time with Paisley. I went from thinking she hated me to wanting to spend all my time buried in her tight heat. I roll my hips and she gasps when my hardness hits her core.
“If you want to talk, this isn’t the way to go about it.” She clutches my shoulders and grinds down on my cock. “Scratch what I said. This is the way to go.”
I moan as she moves above me. As much as I want to strip her bare and sink into her, we do need to talk. I grasp her hips to stop her movements.
“Fine.” She sighs. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Do you need another man?”
Her brow wrinkles. “Another man? I thought I had one. Namely, you. Is this your way of breaking up with me? It’s quite confusing. You should work on your break-up speech.”
I pinch her hip. “I’m not breaking up with you. I’m trying to discuss your sexual needs.”
“And you think I need another man? Our sexual encounters have been extremely satisfying. I don’t need a different man.”
“No. Not a different man. Another man. In addition to me.”
Her eyes widen. “You want to have a threesome?”
I grit my teeth. I do not want to have a threesome but if it’s what she needs to be satisfied, I’ll figure it out.
“No, I don’t. But do you? ”
“You’re asking if I want a threesome?”
I nod. “Considering your porn viewing preferences.”
“My porn viewing preferences?” Her eyes widen. “Oh. You’re referring to the orgies I watched when I was younger.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you say as much to begin with? You were being all mysterious. I was already drafting my letter for the ‘worst breakup ever’ column in the Smuggler’s Gazette .”
I palm her face. “I’m serious, Lace. Do you need a threesome to be sexually satisfied?”
“I love how concerned you are about this but I’m good.”
“And the orgy porn?”
She shrugs. “I was fourteen and didn’t understand where all the parts went.”
I laugh. “Where all the parts went?”
“The porn was research. Which Lily knows very well since I told her as much when she gave me the polyamorous relationship sex talk. But she conveniently forgets whenever she wants to tease me.”
“I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when Sophia’s mom explained polyamorous relationships to you.”
“All men do,” she mutters.
“To be clear...you are perfectly fine being in a traditional male/female relationship with no need to add sexual partners?”
“This is correct.” She cups my cock and squeezes. “Now, can we move on to the next portion of our evening when you give me multiple orgasms?”
“You are a demanding little thing. ”
She shrugs. “I know what I want.”
“Same, Lace, same,” I whisper before drawing her close until her chest hits mine.
She pushes against me. “Don’t you want a bed?”
“I have a lot of good memories of you and couches.” I wink.
Her eyes heat. “Same but I’m in the mood for a bed.”
“If my woman wants a bed, my woman gets a bed.”
I lift her from my lap and stand. “Lead the way.”
I follow her down the hallway to her bedroom. It’s a simple room with a bed, two dressers, and bedside tables piled with books. There is one whimsical aspect, though. The bed is a canopy.
“I didn’t expect you to have a canopy bed.”
“Darcy and Regan both had them growing up, but I wasn’t allowed to get one. When I bought my first bed, I got a canopy.” Paisley shrugs but her eyes fill with pain.
I wrap my arms around her and draw her near. “That’s the last time you mention their names when we’re in bed together. I don’t want them spoiling our time together.”
“We’re not in bed together. We’re standing next to the bed.”
“Be good or I won’t let you come.”
She sniffs. “I’ll come when I want to. Assuming you stop talking at some point.”
“Are you teasing me, Lace?” I trail my hands down her sides until I reach the hem of her t-shirt. “Lift your arms.” She does and I draw the t-shirt up her body. I throw it behind me .
She’s wearing a lacy white bra. I trace the edge of the lace with a finger. “This is pretty but I prefer it when you’re naked underneath your clothes. Fewer barriers to your skin.”
I reach around and snap open her bra. I push the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. “Better,” I murmur as I begin to knead and massage her breasts.
She arches her back to push her chest closer to me. “Do you enjoy it when I play with your pretty titties?”
“Do you need to ask?”
“I love how your breath hitches whenever I talk dirty.”
“My…” Her argument is cut off when I pinch her nipple. She gasps and rubs her legs together.
“What’s wrong, Lace? Do you need something?”
“You promised me multiple orgasms.”
“As I recall, I didn’t promise. You demanded.”
“Same thing.”
I enjoy bantering with Paisley, but I want to make her breathless. I want her mindless with desire and unable to speak in coherent sentences.
I trail my hand down her stomach. I snap open her jeans and sneak my hand under her panties. She widens her legs to give me room to maneuver.
I bite and nibble along her chin until I reach her ear. “What do you want, Lace? My fingers?”
She grasps my wrist and tries to push my hand down. I resist. “You have to tell me what you want.”
“I was showing you.”
“Tell me,” I demand .
She grits her teeth, but she doesn’t speak. I nibble on her earlobe. “Tell me, Lace. Say the word and I’ll give you the world.”
“Fingers,” she grumbles. “I want your fingers.”
I plunge two fingers into her pussy and she moans long and hard. Now we’re getting somewhere. I start to thrust and her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she meets my thrusts.
“I love how wet your pussy is for me.”
Her walls tighten around me.
“This first one is going to be quick. I can’t wait to sink into you.”
I quicken my pace as I use the palm of my hand to press against her clit. She begins to pant.
“Say my name when you come.”
“I’m…”
“Say my name,” I growl.
Her walls tighten and flutter around my fingers as her climax hits.
“Eli,” she moans.
I continue to pump in and out of her until her orgasm wanes. She slumps against me and I kiss her hair. “That’s one.”
“Mmm…”
Nearly speechless is good, but I want her screaming my name before the night is over.
I remove my fingers before shoving her jeans and panties down her legs. Once she’s naked, I pat her ass. “Get on the bed. On your back. Arms above your head holding onto the headboard. ”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You’re bossy.”
“And you love it.” I kiss her nose. “Now, get your fine ass into the bed. I need to give you a few more orgasms.”
She glares at me for a moment longer before climbing into the bed. “I want at least two more orgasms.”
I dig out my wallet and remove a condom.
“We don’t need those,” Paisley says and I freeze. I’ve never had sex without a condom before.
“We don’t?”
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too.”
“Good. Then we can dispense with condoms.”
My cock twitches. It’s excited by the idea of sinking into Paisley without a barrier.
“Are you sure?”
“We’re exclusive, aren’t we?”
I growl. “No other man touches you while we’re together.”
“And no other woman touches you while we’re together.”
“I don’t want another woman touching me.”
“Good. It’s decided. No condoms necessary.”
I rip off my t-shirt and shove my jeans down my legs.
Paisley giggles. “Are you in hurry?”
“This is going to be quick.” I climb on top of her and notch my cock at her entrance.
She wraps her legs around my waist. “Not too quick. You promised multiple orgasms.”
“I’ll get you off with my mouth later,” I promise before sinking into her .
I don’t stop until I’m fully seated. This is the best feeling in the world. Better than a bank account with nine zeros. Better than having a successful business. Better than being able to afford to buy Mom a house.
Nothing can top this.