Chapter 5 #4
He was perfect. Just tight enough to feel good but without being difficult.
His nails bit into my skin as he clung to my shoulders, and I couldn’t help kissing him as I slowly pushed all the way inside.
His moans mixed with my own. Each jerk of my hips brought a whole new slew of noises from both of us.
If I weren’t so pent up, I could have spent hours just experimenting with all the different sounds I could coax out of him.
Maybe another time. For now, I was too eager.
Almost as soon as I was all the way inside him, I immediately pulled out again. Ellis clung to me with both arms and legs, refusing to let me go. I pinned his arms down to the bed by his head, keeping him in place as I set the pace.
He whined and pleaded, begging me to fill him. The vulgar words coming from such a seemingly innocent mouth drove me crazy. I couldn’t bear to wait for long. With one long, hard thrust, I drove all the way back inside his eager body.
His legs wrapped tight around me, and he sighed in relief.
I trailed my lips down from his mouth to his neck, where I’d already left several love bites. “Just as I thought. Someone likes it rough.”
“Anything,” Ellis babbled.
It wasn’t clear if he even knew what he was saying, but I took him at his word. I started thrusting in earnest, setting a hard and fast pace that left us both gasping.
My fingers bit bruises into his wrists as I held him down.
It was like he was made to take my cock, somehow always moving in just the right way to match me thrust for thrust and drive us both wild.
Pleasure tightened in my stomach and danced along my skin like electric fingers. I wasn’t going to last.
Luckily, Ellis wasn’t going to, either. We were both too pent up and it didn’t take us long to reach the end of our patience.
It was like something exploded inside me.
With one particularly hard thrust, lights bloomed behind my eyes like my own personal fireworks and ecstasy flooded through my veins.
We came together, not so much falling over the edge of our orgasm as diving into it.
A coppery taste spread across my tongue, making me tense up even more.
In the height of passion, I’d bitten him, but he didn’t seem to mind.
From the way he shuddered beneath me and painted both our stomachs with the evidence of his pleasure, he even seemed to like it.
We stayed locked together like that for a while.
My brain was full of static, like the constant back and forth rushing of the ocean.
I could have easily fallen asleep right there, with little sparks of pleasure still making me twitch every now and then, but a voice in the back of my head said I needed to check on Ellis first.
“You okay?” I whispered against his neck. The bite mark I’d left on his skin wasn’t too bad. I hadn’t even broken the skin as much as I thought I had, though I reminded myself to spray the wound with disinfectant later, just in case.
At first, all Ellis could do was nod, but he eventually managed to squeeze out a few words.
“I’m… fine.”
Taking a deep breath to shake a little more sense back into my brain, I shifted more of my weight onto my hands and knees. Ellis may have been a large man, but so was I, and it couldn’t be comfortable being crushed under my weight.
Yet, I’d barely moved more than a few inches before Ellis’s arms and legs were wrapping around me again, drawing me back to him.
“No,” he groaned and hid his face against my chest. “Stay like this. Just a little longer.”
It couldn’t be comfortable. I was still buried inside him, and he barely had room to breathe, but I didn’t argue. Instead, I merely tipped his chin up to face me.
“All right. I’ll stay.”
Then, as I resigned myself to the role of human blanket, I kissed him again.
It was nearly morning when I finally came to my senses. As the first rays of sun broke over the horizon, I sat on the edge of the bed staring out the window.
Ellis lay behind me, tangled in the bed sheets and fast asleep.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I ran a hand through my disheveled hair.
A headache was building behind my eyes, but I didn’t bother to do anything about it.
I deserved the pain.
“I messed up.”
I never should have gotten involved with Ellis. Maybe I shouldn’t have even brought him home, but I never expected him to be such a successful temptation.
No. That made it sound like this was somehow his fault.
The fault lay with me. I was the one who was weak.
I was the one who had taken advantage of him.
Sure, he’d consented and seemed to enjoy everything we did, but that didn’t change the fact that he was completely reliant on me.
The way things were now, nothing between us could ever be equal, but that hadn’t stopped me from chasing my own desires last night.
I’d used him as a distraction. Even if he was a willing distraction, that didn’t change the fact that I’d used him.
“Not again,” I muttered to myself. “Never going to be that stupid again.”
I groaned, slapped my cheeks a few times to wake myself up, and got out of bed. The sun was barely up, and I already felt like I needed a stiff drink.
Or ten.
I may be a degenerate, but I hadn’t yet sunk so low that I would start getting drunk for breakfast.
Strong coffee would have to do.
Rounding the bed to approach my wardrobe, I noticed Ellis’s clothes scattered over the floor. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t touch a partner’s clothes and let them handle their own laundry, but technically, they were my clothes so I didn’t want them to get too wrinkled.
Picking the pieces up one by one, I tossed them into the hamper by the door to be cleaned and ironed later.
The last piece I picked up was the shirt. It was one of the few I owned that wasn’t a plaid pattern of some sort, but it was still one of my favorites due to the deep pockets. I was very familiar with this shirt, so when I picked it up, I immediately realized something was wrong.
It was heavier than it should have been.
Weighing it in my hands for a moment, I soon traced the extra weight to a wooden box in the pocket.
I should have realized what I was holding the moment I laid eyes on the box, but my sleep and sex addled brain was particularly slow that morning. It wasn’t until I opened the box and was staring down at its contents that the memories of yesterday came flooding back to me.
The key. In the chaos of finding out about Creed’s disappearance, I’d completely forgotten about Poppy Milford’s key.
Slamming the box closed, I started pulling fresh clothes out of my wardrobe.
Magnus needed to know about this.
I could only hope he wasn’t still mad at me.