Chapter 30 Elle #2
‘I’ll be hugely disappointed if you’re gentle,’ I drawl in my own voice. ‘I need it hard from you.’
Josh laugh-groans and shakes his head. ‘You’re in danger of disabusing me of the fact that I married a lady. On your elbows, madam.’
I snigger and lower myself back down. My boobs are pushed so high in this corset that they’re practically popping out anyway, so it doesn’t cost him much effort to reach into one of the cups and find my already painfully hard nipple.
He drags it out of the cup and squeezes it.
Hard. I buck at the heat that lances through me.
It feels so amazing to have his hands on me for real.
‘Oh my God, Josh.’
‘You mean Your Grace.’ He reaches over and plucks my other nipple out of the corset, rolling it between his fingers. He’s still sliding his tip slowly up and down between my legs, and I can’t decide if I need it against my clit or inside me more badly.
‘Your Grace.’
He rewards me with a deep sweep of his tongue through my mouth.
‘Enjoying your wedding night so far, my darling?’ he queries as he comes up for air.
I swallow. ‘Very much, Your Grace.’
‘Excellent. It’s about to get far better.’ And he gets to his knees in front of me, nudging his way between my legs with his shoulders. ‘Feet up on my shoulders.’
I drag them up despite the fact that my limbs feel leaden with desire. Having the smooth skin of his shoulders under the silk-covered arches of my feet is worth the effort.
‘Watch this.’ He stares up at me through those ridiculous eyelashes, challenging me to hold eye contact.
As if I could look away. Josh Lander, his face between my legs, his expression positively sinful as he smirks at me and pushes two fingers inside me without warning, is the best sight I’ve ever seen.
Ever.
I’m honestly clueless as to how I survived without this for so long. Without him, I mean. No one else comes close.
I watch, hypnotised, from my front-row seat as his fingers slide in and out.
He licks his lips and lowers his face and adds his tongue exactly where I need it, and Jesus Christ. I grind my feet into his shoulders and throw my head back as he lavishes me with flicks and licks and rolls and laps, but when I look down at him again, he’s looking straight at me.
He stops what he’s doing for a moment and replaces his tongue with his thumb. Gazes at me as I attempt to catch my breath, to hold on for just a little longer so I can revel in his sensory assault. He opens his mouth, and pauses, and then he says it.
‘You’re utterly perfect, you know.’
It’s Dominic’s line to Georgiana: the line Josh delivered right before he aborted the shoot and practically stumbled off set.
But it doesn’t sound like Dominic’s line.
It sounds like Josh’s line.
It sounds like Josh’s expression of what he’s feeling right now.
But before I can react, he dives back down and ramps up his onslaught on my body, his fingers fucking me, his tongue flicking against me with a relentless rhythm, and his other hand dragging up over my corset to knead my breast and roll my nipple, hard.
And I have no defence. I’m powerless to stop myself from responding to the heat that’s been building between us and his un-fucking-believable moves on my body. I ride and ride and ride the wave in absolute bliss, and as it crests and pulls me down with it, I find my voice.
‘Josh! Josh—oh my God, Josh. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop, oh my God, Josh.’
The hand that was on my breast skims down over my stomach, my hip, my garter, my stockings as I spiral through my orgasm, and he licks me until it subsides before pulling away the slightest bit. He lowers his forehead to my pubic bone.
‘Now look who’s breaking character,’ he whispers, but when he looks up at me, there’s only desire and wonder on his face.
I pull myself up off my elbows so I can sit up properly. Ouch. They’re sore from bearing my weight on the table.
‘Come here.’ I drag him up from his knees and he bends over me as I put one hand to his face to pull him closer and use the other to do what I’ve been dying to do, and get a feel of his dick.
It’s angry and throbbing as I slide my fingers up and down his shaft and run them lightly over his balls, which are clenched so high and tight they’re close to exploding.
He’s so delicious. Our tongues dance and he skims his large hands up and down the skin of my arms. I brush my hand down his chest. Ugh, he’s so fucking grope-able.
I’m so tempted to ditch the idea of a condom, and just have him inside me bare, skin on skin, but I cannot afford a mess down there if we’ve got to go back on set in a few minutes.
‘There are condoms in the welcome basket,’ I tell him and jerk my head to the sink.
He lights up like I’ve just told him Santa’s been and hits the basket in a couple of strides.
As he rifles through wet wipes and hand cream for the condoms, I shamelessly ogle his bare arse, which is so ridiculously toned I just want to get off the table and go bite it.
But he’s found the condoms.
Yesss.
He tears one open and rolls it on as he saunters back to me, biting down on his lip. I bet his dick is pretty damn sensitive just now. I stare down at his sheathed erection with what I’m sure is a shamelessly lascivious smile on my face, and he chuckles.
‘I hope you do a better job of playing the innocent little virgin once we start rolling again.’
‘I’m merely overcome by the thought of having Your Grace’s enormous cock inside me.’ I flutter my eyelashes at him.
‘Be careful what you wish for, my beautiful little wife,’ he murmurs, stroking me with it. ‘You won’t know what’s hit you.’
There’s something about Josh Lander saying the word wife to me as he prepares to fuck me that makes my insides twist in a way I don’t want to examine too closely. Instead, I wrap my arms and legs around him. ‘Try me.’
Josh grabs my arse and pulls me right to the edge of the table before positioning himself at my entrance and pushing in, hard.
Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. I’d forgotten what it was like to be filled up so completely by him.
I scrabble back down onto my elbows and arch my back.
My elbows grumble, but the rest of my body sings as Josh digs his fingers into my hips and drives himself home.
Again and again and again. I meet every thrust, pushing my hips forward as the heat and size of him engulf me and the pressure in my abdomen threatens to overwhelm me each time he bottoms out.
And then he reaches down and tugs me up by my upper arms so I’m flush against him, my nipples grazing against the bulk of his pecs as he grips my arse and quickens his pace, our breath mingling as we kiss frantically. He slows and stills and squeezes me in a vice as he shudders and comes inside me.
‘Elle.’ He releases my mouth and bends his head to my neck, his teeth dragging along my skin. ‘Elle, Elle, Elle. Fuuuuck.’
And I hold him, my arms locked around his neck as he recovers his breath and finds his sanity. He puts his hands under my arse and lifts me off the table. I can feel the tail of his orgasm pulsing inside me. I raise my head and find his mouth and kiss him, and he kisses me back.
Lazily.
Adoringly.
Appreciatively.
If only we could retire to my bed at the back of the trailer and do it all over again.
I wish I could say that the second it’s over, and I’ve had my release, I come to my senses. But I don’t. I’m fucking ecstatic. Sated. Addicted.
‘Maybe we should go back and film that scene while I’m awash with endorphins,’ I mutter, running my hands shamelessly over his epic shoulders. ‘I might put in a more convincing performance of not hating you.’
He smiles against my mouth, and the feel of it is so delicious I give him a little kiss.
‘At least I have less chance of turning a love scene into a porno this time around.’
‘I think we’ve established you need to shoot your load before you get naked with me on camera next time. Got it? None of this dopamine fasting crap.’
‘Are you volunteering? You can be, like, my fluffer.’
I put one foot down on the ground and ease him out of me. He winces.
‘Aren’t fluffers supposed to make the porn star hard? I think the precise opposite is what you need, my friend.’
‘Be my de-fluffer then. And I’ll take care of you in return, so the woman supposedly playing my innocent little wife isn’t writhing underneath me with “fuck me” eyes.’
He winks.
He’s so rude.
That said, it sounds like a truly excellent plan.