Twenty-One #5
“I… want you to open your mouth.”
Her lips obediently parted, but he hesitated, something holding him back. Trying to coax him, she reminded, “You told me you’d prove how much you want me. Prove it, mister.”
Angling his body closer to hers, he brushed her lips with the velvet smooth tip of his cock, arousal painting the soft skin. Her tongue snaked out and he hissed in a breath.
“You’re teasing me again, Elliot. Show me. Hold nothing back.”
His fingers caught her jaw and he wedged his cock to the back of her throat, surprising and pleasing her at the same time. She closed her lips over him, sucking deeply as he grunted and thrust hard.
Showing him total trust, she folded her arms over her head and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the wall, his gliding hips pressing her head to the wall as he filled her mouth.
Her need to please him doubled as he took total control.
She widened her mouth to take more of him and he thrust deeper, his fingers curling tighter around her hands.
Moans vibrated her throat as he moved faster and harder, her body fully pinned against the wall.
She looked up at him, coiling her tongue around his length and his jaw locked, his grip on her unbreakable.
He lunged into her mouth, penetrating the back of her throat. Her eyes reflexively watered as her lips worked over him, her shoulders tensing with each advance. This was the Elliot she suspected hid behind his polished exterior, the one she wanted to set free.
He grunted, flexing his hips with repetitive snaps as he plunged and practically cursed out her name.
It was intense, but the force drove her higher.
She reveled in his total claim and luxuriated in the sense of his unyielding need.
Her lips tingled, and suddenly his motions turned jagged.
She leaned into him, her arms trapped in his restrictive hold as he shifted, but she refused to let him go.
He released her hands and she grabbed his hips, holding him to her, but he was stronger. His cock ripped from her mouth and hot come splashed over her lips and cheek, mingling with the dampness from her eyes as he stumbled back.
He’d lost control, the proof lingering on her swollen lips. It was sexier than she’d imagined and she could hardly believe he’d trusted her with such an uncensored view of the beast he kept tethered inside, the animal she desperately wanted to untie.
Her fingers brushed along her cheek, catching traces of his desire and sliding into her mouth as she shut her eyes. Elliot.
On shaky legs, she stood and stepped up to him. “Your turn to taste.”
Her lips brushed his and she slid her tongue over his, the salty essence of arousal mingling in their kiss. He jerked back, his brow tense. Uncertainty chilled her like a bucket of ice as she glanced up at him and saw the flash of doubt and shame in his gray eyes.
“Elliot?”
“I…”
His stark gaze showed fear and she sensed him emotionally retreating. “What’s wrong?”
Without answering, he gathered her clothes and righted his pants. He glanced at her and quickly looked away, his face flushing behind his glasses. “I didn’t mean to be so rough. That was too much.”
What was he talking about? “I loved seeing you like that.”
He shoved her clothes into her arms and took a quick step back as if he was afraid to touch her. Her shoulders hunched, trepidation pressing into her with relentless force. “I don’t understand—”
“You’re crying,” he snapped, his body turning so she could only see his back.
Her fingers feathered under her eyes. Her lashes were wet, but that was just a reflex, not an emotional reaction. She hadn’t shed emotional tears, though, now she felt like she could.
“I’m fine, El—”
“It’s not fine.” He paced, putting more distance between them.
She flinched at the lash in his voice. “Why are you angry? I gave myself to you and you took—”
“You should get cleaned up.” He continued to move about, righting his clothes and avoiding eye contact. Shrewd eyes glared over his shoulder and she shrunk a little more, wishing her clothes were back on her body.
Her chin shook, not understanding any of this. “Elliot, there’s nothing wrong with what we just did—”
“I don’t want to discuss it.” He closed his belt and turned to walk away.
Her mouth snapped shut. He’d rather leave it looming, festering between them? “You won’t even look at me.” Her accusing words barreled out with a lash of pain and humiliation. Shame, or something extremely close to it, registered in her stomach. She didn’t know what to make of his behavior.
“Nadia, please.”
Please, what? What was this? Where was this anger coming from all of a sudden? What changed? She wanted him to hold her, not shun her. Unwinding like a fraying thread, she tried to pull him back. “Why don’t we take a shower together? Cool off?”
He paused and she held her breath. Maybe he just had a small moment of freaking out, but now she might be getting through to him. “I’ll meet you up there. Start without me.”
Thank goodness. Her body shook with relief, but at the same time every instinct told her leaving him was the absolute wrong thing to do. “Elliot?”
“I said I’ll meet you up there.”
Lowering her gaze, she nodded and walked up the stairs. “I’ll be waiting for you.”