10. Lenora
10
LENORA
I didn’t expect him to stay the night.
There wasn’t a world where I could imagine Holden Ellinger—expert in all things anti-commitment—cuddling me.
Last night wasn’t anything like I imagined, though. I didn’t expect him to be sweet or to be more interested in making me come than getting himself off. Truth be told, the tattoos and pierced dick were the smallest surprises of the evening, so I really should have thrown all expectations out the window.
Waking up to find him wrapped around me is still a surprise, however. We’re both naked, and Holden’s morning wood is pressing against my butt cheek, a reminder of why there’s a dull, unfamiliar ache between my thighs.
A lazy smile pulls at the corners of my lips as, experimentally, I clench my inner muscles, and the resulting throb sends a hot lick of desire up my spine. After going without it for so long, I am officially a fan of sex, or at least, I’m a fan of sex with Holden Ellinger.
Behind me, the man responsible for my new lifestyle change grumbles quietly in his sleep, his slow, deep breathing tickling the back of my neck. Biting my lip, I consider our current position. Holden’s arm is draped over my waist, his hand cupping my boob. Swallowing, I stare down at the unfamiliar limb, tracking the black ink over every inch of skin I can see. Most of them are architectural, famous structures that have stood the test of time. Beautiful and timeless and adorably dorky.
Adorable? Did I seriously just think of Holden Ellinger as adorable ?
How the hell did I get here? Six months ago, I was living my best ballerina life in New York. Now, I’m squatting in my sister’s apartment and just lost my virginity to my father’s business partner, also known as my boss. It wasn’t some sordid, dirty thing, either. Okay, so maybe it was a little dirty, but not in a bad way.
Holden’s arm tightens as he rolls his hips, grinding his dick against me.
“Good morning.” His voice is low and raspy, and desire pools low in my belly as he draws his thumb back and forth over my nipple, stroking it lazily.
I let out a shaky sigh, pressing back against him as my clit gives a dull throb. “Good morning.”
Without another word, Holden rolls us slightly until I’m being pressed flat into the mattress, surrounded and weighed down by his larger body. “Lift your hips,” he rasps in my ear, guiding them up and back so he can push a pillow under my pelvis.
“What’s this for?” I feel ridiculous with my ass in the air, but the question is gone as quickly as it came as Holden’s cock settles against my opening. He doesn’t pause. With a low grunt, he presses forward, filling me until there’s no space left for him to take up. I’m stretched to my limit, his pierced tip deeper than it was even last night, and my body responds immediately, flooding his dick with arousal.
“It lets me get deeper into this virgin cunt,” he hisses in my ear, my pussy clinging to his length as he withdraws. My moan is wanton and shameless as he gives me a few slow, measured thrusts.
“Not anymore,” I sigh, reaching over my shoulder to twist my fingers through Holden’s hair. “You saw to that last night, remember?”
His teeth graze the sensitive skin below my ear, and I hear my loud, keening cry as if it were issued by someone else. “I’ll remember that until the day I die, princess.”
I’m hyperaware of every inch of his length dragging in and out of my body, and the slow, rhythmic thud of the headboard hitting the wall every time he hits bottom, driving me farther up the mattress.
“Fuck,” I hear myself moan, reaching back to tangle my fingers through his hair as he kisses my neck. “Holden?—”
“That’s right. Moan my fucking name,” he hisses. His well-toned arms are bracketing my torso, and I see them strain as he begins to take me harder. “Who popped your cherry, princess? Who fills this pussy?”
I can barely focus on the words he’s saying, and my attention problem isn’t improved when he shifts his weight, taking my free hand in his and pressing it below my body to my clit. Our bodies are a tangled mess, two writhing, half-mad creatures, desperate to make this as good for one another as possible.
“You,” I pant, allowing him to guide my fingers in slow tight circles over the slick nub between my legs. “You fill me so good, baby…” He groans at my words, and, emboldened, I continue. “When I woke up, I could still feel how much you stretched me.”
“Yeah? You like to feel it when I’m done with you?” he rasps, his voice dark with promise. I whimper as he pulls back and grabs my hips, yanking them up. My face is still pressed into the mattress, and I look over my shoulder at the god of a man behind me, his hand fisting his massive cock. I let out a little yelp as he enters me again.
Holden makes a low noise of pleasure, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pulls them wide, watching the way my body clings to his as he pulls out. Then, without warning, he lets loose.
I squeal as he moves his grip to my hips and pulls me back with every thrust, setting an unrelenting, bruising pace. I feel like a doll, being used and manhandled, a young, tight pussy for my father’s business partner to do what he wants with, and I fucking love it .
“Holden, Holden , oh fuck—” I cry, my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath us as tension coils low in my abdomen, threatening to snap at any moment.
He releases his hold on me and pulls out, snatching my orgasm away from me at the very last second. My frustrated sob turns into a cry as he brings his hand down on my ass, slapping it four, five, six times in quick succession. “I want to fuck you here.” A thumb presses firmly against the puckered hole between my cheeks, massaging it in gentle circles just like he did last night.
My answering giggle is bordering on hysterical. “I’m not sure you’d fit.”
Holden eases his cock back into me, but keeps his thumb where it is, teasing the tip in and out in time with his thrusts. The wet, sloppy noises make my face prickle with heat, but I’m too far gone, too desperate to truly care.
“Making it fit is half the fun, princess.” His thumb presses deeper, eased by my arousal, and I gasp, shaking, at how full I feel. “How’s that? Too much?”
My head shakes against the mattress, unable to contain the flow of whimpers and moans falling from my lips at the sensory overload he’s giving me. “Holden, please ,” I whine, bucking back against him, desperate to come.
His hips begin to move again, as fast and hard as before, filling the room with the wet slap of skin on skin. “Fuck, Len. This pussy. Tell me it’s mine.”
As if it could ever be anyone else’s after this. “It’s yours,” I cry, my inner muscles clutching at his length as my orgasm begins to build.
“Are you going to be a good girl and let me own your ass next?”
He could do anything he wanted to me, and I would beg for more. With a cry, my body convulses, my orgasm powerful enough to make white spots appear on the inside of my eyelids as I buck and moan through the whole thing.
Holden’s hand on my hip tightens and the thumb still fucking my ass moves faster. I’ve barely stopped coming before he takes another few desperate, uneven thrusts. Then, he stills, his thick length twitching as he comes too, the liquid heat of his cum coating the inner walls of my swollen pussy.
“Fuck.” He falls to the side moments later, pulling me with him. My butt is still in his lap, his softening cock still inside me, and Holden wraps an arm securely around my belly, sealing us together. He kisses my shoulder.
Is he always this affectionate with women he sleeps with? My stomach sours at the possibility. Even if it’s irrational, I want to be special to him, at least a little. God, that’s embarrassing.
“Do you want to take a shower?” I hear myself ask, desperate for something to do other than lay here, with nothing to distract me from the man holding me.
Holden hums in agreement, and the two of us walk naked to the bathroom. He stands off to the side as I turn on the water, his eyes scanning the cluttered surfaces. “Do women usually have this much stuff?” he asks, eyes sparkling with humor as he realizes I’m watching him.
“ Three women, three sets of beauty products, one bathroom.” I laugh. “Believe it or not, this is better than it used to be. Honor and Soph have been slowly migrating away.”
“Are you going to keep this place?”
I feel his eyes on me as I step into the hot spray of water. “Maybe.” It would be a stretch for me by myself, though I could technically make it happen now that I’m getting decent paychecks. “I have a few months to decide.”
The echo of the water changes when Holden steps inside the small space. “Which is yours?” he asks, indicating the three Technicolor loofahs hanging side by side on suction cup hooks.
I point to the pink, and my belly flutters as he takes it, leaning down to pick up a bottle of Apple Berry body wash without asking if it’s mine.
“You can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I just wanted to check…” I trail off, feeling silly for bringing this up, even if it’s been on my mind since that day.
The scent of apples fills the shower, and I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning as Holden brings the loofah to my back, cleaning my skin. “Honesty, remember?”
“I thought that was just when we were having sex?”
A dark laugh sounds behind me, and I feel his cock brush my ass. “I was going to give your pussy a break, but I’ll fuck you again if that’s what you need.”
The pussy in question clenches, and I know I’m feeling more than water trailing down my inner thighs. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. After your mom came into E&V. It seemed… it seemed rough.”
Holden’s hand moves to my stomach, soaping up my abdomen and breasts, before he finally responds. “My father is a selfish son of a bitch. He’s gambled away every penny he’s ever made, and any others he can get his hands on. My mother turns up a few times a year, looking for me to bail him out of whatever shit he’s dug them into. I used to enjoy it. It felt good to make the bastard see I’d done better than he ever could. Even that has gotten old, though.”
There is a chasm opening through my chest as he speaks, so grim and casual, as if anyone who has ever met this man could imagine he comes from such a shitty family. I’ve known Holden for most of my life, and I’ve never heard even a hint of the bitterness and defiance I hear in his voice now.
“I’m glad you told her no,” I tell him, so quietly he can probably barely hear me over the spray of the water. “They don’t deserve a single thing from you.”
My breath catches as Holden’s lips brush my shoulder, his hand moving the loofah lower to wash away his release from my inner thighs. “I have to admit, I’m surprised you’ve been worrying about my family situation.”
I stare at the shower floor, the spray of water falling around my battle-scarred bare feet and Holden’s just behind them. “Sorry.” It’s a lame apology, colored by my embarrassment at being caught caring.
God, I really do care about him, don’t I? Despite my best intentions, despite common sense and everything I know about this man, I do care. In his own way, he’s been in my corner for weeks now, or rather, pushing me out of it. I have no idea how he knew I needed that, or if it was even intentional. Either way, the result is the same. I feel better than I have since before the accident, like I might not be as broken and useless as I thought, and that is unquestionably linked to Holden Ellinger.
The loofah falls to the shower floor, and then, so suddenly it makes me gasp, Holden is turning me, pressing my naked body between his and the shower wall. Intense, bright blue eyes stare down into mine, and my heart is beating double time as the enclosed space fills with steam and hot water pours over both of us.
“You’re amazing.”
His words, deathly serious and unquestionably truthful, make me want to hide. “What? No, I’m not.” I let my gaze fall from his, staring at the steamy glass door behind him without really seeing it.
He doesn’t let me get away with it for long. Holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger, Holden lifts my face, forcing me to meet his intense gaze all over again. “Don’t argue with me, Vogel.”
I laugh, even as if it feels as though my chest is about to crack open with the things he’s making me feel. “Respect my elders. Got it.”
It’s really not all that surprising when, fifteen minutes later, I’m stepping out of the shower with a freshly spanked ass and a smile that’s so big it makes my cheeks ache.