Chapter 26 Elliot
ELLIOT
“All??”
Silence lingered through the line until he broke it with a soft groan.
“Do you know what it does to me when you answer the phone like that?”
A knot formed in my stomach, and I hugged my pillow closer.
“It’s how all French people answer the phone.”
He clicked his tongue. “I highly doubt that.”
“You’re a hopeless case, Daniel Williams.”
“It’s not my fault you have such a sexy voice, Elliot Dufort.”
Hearing him say my name gave me butterflies, and smiling, I shook my head. “You’re so silly sometimes.”
He sighed, and the sound was heavy, almost like something was weighing on his heart.
“I miss you,” he said.
With my eyes closed, I tried to breathe in his words while imagining he was right next to me. If only. A moment later, I opened them to an empty hotel room and got up from the bed.
“You do?” I took my time, slowly walking toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
“More than I can express into words.”
I smiled, thinking how nobody but me knew that this serious-looking American lawyer could be this soft and adoring over the phone.
“I miss you, too,” I said, eyes focusing on the busy streets of Tokyo. It was so different from New York, in every way possible, from the billboard signs to the sound of traffic, culture, and even the taste of water. And yet, there was only one thing I lacked.
Daniel Williams.
My Daniel Williams.
The week before I left Manhattan, we’d met nearly every day.
At first, I was sure he’d freak out as he had before and would tell me this was all one big mistake, but…
he didn’t. Instead, he sent me flowers to the set—lavender, my favorite—went for a jog with me, took me to the ballet and a cute little restaurant in Chinatown.
The spring rolls we ate there were the best I had ever tasted, and the sex we had after was simply…
phenomenal. But the problem with spending such a wonderful week together was that it wasn’t enough.
It made me hungry for more, and now, almost a month later, I was practically starving for him.
“So how’s Japan?”
His question snapped me out of my head, and moving away from the window, I walked back to sit on the bed.
“The people are nice, very polite.” I slumped down, my head hitting the pillow. “They’re also very thin.” I chuckled. “I’m so big next to them.”
He tsked. “Nonsense. You’re as thin as a feather.”
“Here, I’m not.” I rested the back of my palm against my forehead. “I swear, the girls are so slim and the men, too. I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be. If anything, I bet they think you’re stunning.”
Reaching my hand forward, I examined my fingers. “Mhmmm… I doubt it.” I tilted my head, eyes focusing on my knuckles. “I mean, even my knuckles are chubby.”
“What on earth does that even mean?”
“That I have hot dog fingers.” The “hot dog” I said in English, causing Daniel to laugh.
“You’re speaking nonsense. In fact, I find your hands to be extremely elegant.”
“I don’t know…” I brought my hand down. “What are you doing now?”
“I’m in my car.”
“The Rolls-Royce?” I grinned, thinking of his fancy car.
“Yes.”
“What about your driver?”
“He’s got the day off.”
I flipped to my stomach. “Are you driving now?”
“No. I’m in the parking lot of my office building.” He sighed. “What’s with all the questions?”
“I’m just curious.” I shrugged, a smile on my face. “Are you alone?”
“Elliot—”
“Yes?”
“This isn’t the time for it.”
Chuckling, I tried to imagine the foul look on his face. I loved it when he frowned and two thick lines formed on his jaw. “Time for what? I didn’t say anything.”
“But you indicated it.”
“Indicated what?”
“We can’t have phone sex,” he grunted, although he fooled no one with that strict tone.
“But I’m already naked.” That was a small lie because I was in my bathrobe.
Switching from French, Daniel muttered something in English that I didn’t understand, although it was a good sign. Whenever he was flustered, he’d often change languages, which meant I was about to get what I wanted.
“You are?”
In the time it took him to spit out those words, I’d already made sure to get rid of the robe. So now, lying completely naked, I nodded.
“I am.”
His breath hitched, and satisfied, I slid my hand down my body. “And you know what else?” I asked, slowly wrapping my fingers around the root of my cock.
“What?” His voice was heavy, almost like he couldn’t wait to find out.
“I’m hard, too.”
He swore under his breath, causing my dick to twitch in my hand.
“If I get caught jerking off in my car—”
“Then you’ll get in trouble.” I gave myself a slow stroke. “Tell me, Daniel, have you ever gotten in trouble before?”
Hearing his breath hitch over the line made me bite my lips while I patiently waited for his answer.
“W-when I was eighteen—” He was out of breath, as if speaking was a struggle. “—I got a tattoo.”
“The tiger on your left arm?” I moved my fist up and down my shaft.
“Y-yes.”
A jolt of arousal shot through me, so I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose, making sure not to come too soon. My dick pulsed with each pump as a tight, needy ache settled in my balls, making me go faster.
“And what happened?” I asked, out of breath, while beating myself to the image of his sexy tattoo.
“My parents got angry—fuck.”
“Imagine what they’d do if they could see you now…” Smoothing my palm over the crown of my cock, I collected the precum and used it as lube. “Jerking off in your car with me on the phone.”
“Damn it, Elliot—” His words were replaced with a deep groan.
“Did you come?”
“N-no.” Pant. “But I’m close.”
“How close?” Tucking my cell phone between my shoulder and ear, I moved my now free hand to cup my balls. “Tell me, what are you doing?”
“Stroking myself.”
“Are you imagining it’s my hand on your huge cock?” I teased him at the same time I massaged my balls.
“You know that I-I am. Oh, fuck,” he moaned.
I love it when he’s desperate.
Biting my lip, I knew I was close, but coming alone wasn’t an option, so—
“Can you fist your cock for me?” I asked while doing the same.
“Yes.”
“Now, close your eyes and imagine it’s my ass you’re thrusting into.”
He responded with a long groan that went straight to my throbbing dick.
“How tight is my hole?”
“So tight,” he hissed, voice dropping an octave.
“It’s ’cause you’re so big.”
“Oh, God, Elliot.”
“You sure you want to bring God into this?” I asked, closing my eyes to the sounds of his unfolding pleasure.
Tucking my bottom lip under my teeth, I increased my pace until I could feel my arousal building in the pit of my stomach.
Immersed in the sensation, the phone slipped from between my shoulder and ear, so now it rested on the pillow right next to me.
In the background, I could hear Daniel’s breaths growing heavier until he hissed the word fuck, and I knew he was coming. Hard, from the sound of it.
And while he wasn’t here, the sound of his voice and the memory of his touch were enough.
A groan ripped from my throat as heat surged through me, and I bucked my hips off the bed while thrusting into my fist. Pleasure gripped me, tightening every muscle in my body as I came into my fist, my body shuddering and my lips calling Daniel’s name as I did.
My cock throbbed and pulsed, feeling like fire in my hand until the blaze slowly died, and I was left spent and dry.
With a huge smile, I stared at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling as I began to calm down from the high. My hand was covered with my cum, some of it on my stomach, too. It was a sticky mess, but totally worth it.
After getting a grip, I wiped my hand on the bathrobe, which, thankfully, I’d kept nearby, before I picked up the phone.
“This was fun,” I said, already wanting a repeat.
Daniel let out a tired snort. “I can’t believe I just jerked off in my car.”
“Faith is for the weak.” I licked my lips. “But we can always do it again if it will help you believe it,” I purred when he cleared his throat.
“As tempting as it sounds, I really can’t. I have to get back to my office. Although I doubt I’ll be able to work after this.” He took a deep breath. “I’ll be thinking of you the whole day.”
I clenched the phone tighter as warmth filled my chest and heat flushed my cheeks.
“You promise?”
“I do.”
My heart leaped as tears welled in my eyes, because I wanted to hug him so badly right now it practically hurt.
“So call me tonight. I mean, in your night.” An awkward laugh escaped me. “I’ll pick up whenever.”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to, as Claudia and I are going to a benefit tonight.”
It was insane how fast my mood changed. I was high on fucking life until I got a cold slap from reality.
Daniel was still with Claudia, meaning I was still the other woman.
The dirty little secret he had to hide from his whole family.
A family I wasn’t a part of. And would never be a part of.
I knew what I had gotten myself into, and in the beginning, I thought I wouldn’t care.
I told myself that as long as he had his eyes on me, it didn’t matter that there was a wife waiting for him at home, but that wasn’t true.
I wanted Daniel the same way I used to want Jacques—unconditionally.
But so hungry to simply be loved, I settled for whatever leftovers I was handed.
And knowing I was the bad guy in this story also didn’t help.
I slept with Daniel, well aware he had a wife, so I had no right to complain.
And while Daniel promised me he was working on getting a divorce, what if this was all a lie?
Maybe he liked this arrangement. With me being thousands of miles away, it was probably a good deal.
I mean, I didn’t make it any harder for him.
I was easy—an easy lay. But could he be blamed for taking what I so easily offered?
My stomach hurt, and I felt like throwing up, when I noticed Daniel was still talking to me.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked while moving to a sitting position, but as I did, the room spun around me.
“I said I’ll call you in the morning. Now, go to sleep. It’s late, and you must rest.”
It is late… about 2:00 a.m.?
Pressing the base of my palm to my forehead, I nodded. “Yeah, okay… Good night,” I said, then quickly ended the call.
Tossing the cell phone on the bed, I tried standing, but my knees buckled, and I almost crashed to the floor.
Somehow, I managed to steady myself and quickly ran toward the bathroom.
I got to the toilet just in time, and I kneeled on the floor before pouring my guts into the bowl.
My throat burned with the acid of my vomit while the stench made me gag even harder until I had nothing left to throw up.
With my head still above the toilet, I squeezed my eyes shut as tears ran down my cheeks and got into my mouth.
Their bitter taste mixed with the one of the vomit, and I wanted to puke all over again, except I had nothing left inside of me.
I’d thrown up basically everything I ate today, which was no more than steamed fish and half a bowl of rice, yet my stomach still felt overloaded.
And not just my stomach, but my chest and head…
This unsettledness made me sick, and wanting it to stop, I knew there was only one option.
Slowly getting up from the floor, I flushed the toilet, then went over to the sink.
I couldn’t bear to look in the mirror, so I kept my eyes down the whole time I brushed my teeth.
Once done, I walked back to my room and put on some clothes and my running shoes.
My head still hurt as I tried tying the laces, but I didn’t let the pain stop me.
I also didn’t care for the late hour or that I’d already run in the morning because I knew exhausting myself even more would be the only thing to make this ache stop.
How did I know it? Because tonight wasn’t the first time this had happened.
Tonight wasn’t the first time I needed things to just stop.
Besides, working out was a good thing. Right?
It wouldn’t only clear my mind but would also keep my body in shape because, ultimately, what would I be if not for my looks?
Just another slut who fucks the husbands behind their wives’ backs.