Chapter 22 Elliot #2
“Of course it feels good.” He pressed his thumb to my entrance, just to tease. “And it’s only going to feel better from now on.” He ducked down and kissed me, ravishing my mouth with his like a starving man until we were left out of breath.
“Do you have lube?” he asked, voice low.
Biting my bottom lip, I nodded and pointed to the bedside table.
Reaching over, he opened the drawer and took out the lube and some condoms before he got back to his position between my legs.
My eyes traveled to his hand as he unzipped himself, and I focused on the left finger and the thin tan line where his ring was supposed to be—a cruel reminder of what this was.
My stomach turned with shame over what I was doing, only for it to quickly pass once he pushed his slacks down and his cock sprang free.
He was cut, long, and thick, and I feared he was perhaps too big.
Yet before I could dive deeper into the mechanics of how this huge thing would fit inside me, he grabbed my waist and pulled me close.
The next thing I knew, his lips were back on mine as he spread a decent amount of lube over my hole.
A shuddered breath escaped me when he pushed two slick fingers inside me, and I held on to him harder as he began thrusting them.
He didn’t stop to ease his pace and instead continued to finger me until he had three of his digits inside my ass.
Eager to feel more, I fucked against him, my cock bursting with need until he pulled out.
I tried to move and see what he was doing, yet he’d already flipped me to my stomach, and before I knew it, the tip of his cock pushed against my entrance.
With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my lower back, he bucked his hips forward, and I cried out at the force with which he bottomed out inside me.
It was the fullest I’d felt in a long while, and if he weren’t using the damn condom, it could have been even better.
Without saying a word, Daniel began moving his hips, his dick sliding in and out of me as he fucked into my ass with pure force. It was rough and dirty, almost mechanical, and yet it was all I wanted.
Fisting the sheets, I squeezed my eyes shut as he continued to fuck me from the back. Sweat covered my skin and tears glistened in my eyes while unbelievable heat spread through me. I needed more. So much more.
As if he knew what I wanted, Daniel pulled out and flipped me to my back. He then grabbed my leg and rested it on his shoulder before slamming his cock back inside me. He allowed me to adjust for no more than a second, then started fucking me again.
With my lips slightly parted, I watched him as he wrecked my ass, my eyes going from his pelvis up to his toned stomach, pumped pecs, arms and veins that traveled along them, and finally, his face, which was soaked in such pleasure.
His brown hair fell over his forehead, while drops of sweat coated his tanned skin.
With his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, Daniel was completely immersed in the act.
In me. And it satisfied my deepest desires.
I wanted him to need me. I wanted him to be obsessed with me more than anything in the world.
And at this moment, he was, there was no doubt about it, not with how much of a mess he was.
Wanting him to consume me completely, I fucked against his thrusts until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I grabbed my dick. He seemed to notice because he began moving even faster, as if to match my frantic strokes.
“I-I’m close,” I cried, already feeling the heat pooling in my lower back.
Daniel didn’t speak. Instead, he let out a gravelly groan before he grabbed my hips and practically folded me in half.
Next, he slammed in and out of my ass until I could hardly breathe, let alone continue touching myself.
But I didn’t need to. With how his cock constantly grazed my prostate with each shove, I didn’t need to touch myself.
Instead, I cried with pleasure until I reached my climax, and hot jolts of cum spilled all over my chest, some reaching my face because of the position.
A tremor ran through my body with my release, while he kept fucking me until his hips lost their rhythm and he thrust into me one last time before he came, too.
I’d wanted to sleep with him since the first day we met, so I wasn’t surprised this was some of the best sex I’d ever had.
Although this had exceeded my wildest expectations.
My breath became shallow, and my heart raced in my chest as I tried to calm down from the high.
I felt raw and exposed, entirely overwhelmed.
Exhausted, my legs flopped on the bed, and I had no intention of moving—not with Daniel’s larger body covering mine like the perfect blanket.
Closing my eyes, I savored the sound of his heavy breathing as he held me close.
And with our naked, sweaty bodies lying together on that bed, I almost fell for the lie.
But then, the bed rustled, and he got up, and once his weight was off my body, I didn’t feel relief, but like I was buried under rubble.
“This was… eh, I mean, it was good.”
Watching him get up from the bed, I shrugged. “It was.”
“I’ll go wash myself.”
I waved my hand in the direction of the bathroom. “Be my guest.”
His mouth opened and closed before he nodded, picked some of his clothes off the floor, and locked himself inside the bathroom.
Just ’cause nobody else can know about it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Okay? All it means is that this is our secret.
After getting up, I put on a pair of boxer briefs, then grabbed my cigarettes and lighter.
The sounds of the running water coming from the shower filled the room as I tucked a cigarette between my lips.
“Fucker,” I hummed under my breath, then walked out to the balcony to smoke.
Leaning over the railing, I stared ahead.
Thankfully, I had a view of the park and not this ugly city.
But was this city as ugly as I thought? Or was it just that it reminded me of him, of Daniel Fucking Williams.
“Shouldn’t you cover up?” he asked in French.
So you’re done with your stupid shower?
“No,” I said in English before taking another drag.
He coughed to clear his throat. “I-I’ll be leaving now.”
Run while you still can.
“Sure.”
“Elliot.”
With the cigarette between my lips, I turned around to face him, my back leaning against the railing. “What?”
But when our eyes met, a weird expression crossed his face, and he seemed to hesitate over whatever he was about to say. Honestly, I didn’t care to hear, so I didn’t push.
Swallowing hard, he dropped his stare to the floor and nodded to himself. “I’ll call you, okay?”
Pinching the cigarette between two fingers, I rolled my eyes.
“Sure.”
I couldn’t fall asleep after he left, so instead of wasting time trying, I washed up, put on my workout clothes and running shoes, and went out to clear my head.
I ran until the sun came up, yet my mind was anything but clear.
In fact, the more time that passed since he left, the angrier I became, until my rage was so vibrant I wanted to destroy something.
But what can I possibly destroy?
A thought occurred to me, and I stopped running to pull out my cell phone—the same one he got me back then.
I clicked through the contact list until I found the number I was looking for.
The phone began to ring, and I waited for the call to be picked up as I looked around the bridge I ended up running to.
I’d just read a sign with the name Brooklyn Bridge on it when they answered.
“Hello?”
“Bonjour, Claudia, c’est Elliot. I call to ask about dinner. Is the offer, euh… Still stand?”