23. Scarlet #2
God her smartass mouth shouldn’t turn me on—especially when less than five minutes ago she was hysterical to the point she couldn’t take a full breath—but here we are.
“Second, I don’t think friends kiss.”
She leans back and crosses her arms over her chest. “Some do.”
“Fucking hell,” I hiss as the heat of her barely covered pussy engulfs my cock. This is the most delicious kind of torment. My want for her is visceral, but the timing is awful. Beyond awful, really. I mean, my god, she still has tears tracks lining her cheeks.
“We’re already friends who cuddle.” She has the audacity to bat her lashes and stick out her lower lip.
Her lower lip that I now know the feel of…
the taste of. It’s like she was put on this earth to tempt me, which makes me feel like a fucking dog, because who the fuck gets turned on at a time like this?
“We are…” I hedge, already knowing I’m fighting a losing battle.
“So, then… what’s the issue? Do you not… want me?”
“Clearly that’s not the issue, Scar.” I flex my hips ever so slightly, pressing my erection directly into the apex of her thighs. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Ellis.” She braces her hands on my shoulders and grinds down on me. “I’m practically begging you.”
She leans in and peppers kisses up my jawline to my ear, where she whispers, “I need this. You. Please.” She nips at my earlobe. “Take my mind off of him. Make me feel good. Please. It doesn’t have to mean anything…”
That’s just the problem though… a part of me is starting to think it means everything.
“I’ve got you.” I’m only human, and she’s all but begging. “But you’re in control every step of the way.”
That’s all the confirmation she needs. “You’re goddamn right I am.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and brings her mouth back to mine, kissing me softly before flicking her tongue against my lips.
I open for her, and our tongues slide together, messy and desperate and all-consuming.
She tunnels her fingers into my hair, raking her nails over my scalp, before grabbing two thick handfuls and tugging—hard. “Fuck, Scarlet,” I groan, reaching around her to palm her delectable ass.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Touch me. Please, touch me, Ellis.”
“Tell me,” I murmur, kissing my way down her jaw to her neck. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” It shocks me just how much I mean those words.
“I want to feel your skin against mine.”
“It seems like maybe you’re wearing too many clothes.” I glance down at her hands on my bare chest and smirk. “Let’s get you more comfortable.”
I drag my hands up from her ass, sliding my fingers beneath the hem of her tank. She ducks her head, allowing me to simultaneously tug the top off and suck one of her tightly pebbled nipples into my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” she moans, rolling her hips against me as I turn to give her other breast the same treatment. “I want more.”
“Take what you want.” I bring my hands back to her ass and pull her harder against me. “Use me.”
She arches her back as I kiss between her breasts, cupping them with both hands, before working my way up to her neck.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I ask, nipping and sucking at her neck.
“You think so?” I can’t explain it, but her voice is the perfect blend of vulnerability and lust.
“God, yes.” I hover my lips over hers. “I could spend hours worshipping you.”
“Then fucking do it.” She grabs my wrist and tugs, guiding my right hand between her legs. I cup her pussy over the fabric of her sleep shorts. “Slide your fingers inside of me and do it. Show me you mean it.”
These shorts are looser fitting than the other pajama bottoms I’ve seen her in, giving me easy access to slide my fingers beneath the material. I drag my knuckle over her panty-covered slit, before slipping beneath that material, too.
“Fuck, Princess.” My cock aches as I feel how wet she is. “Is this all for me?”
“Shut up and fuck me with your fingers, Ellis.” She shifts restlessly against me, desperate searching for friction. Lucky for her, I’m happy to oblige.
I part her pussy lips, gliding my fingers up and down her slit, as I gather her wetness and press my thumb to her clit. I work the sensitive nub in small, controlled circles as I slide two fingers inside of her.
“Ellis,” she whimpers.
“I know, baby girl. I’ve got you.” My cock aches as she rolls her hips. “Ride my fingers.”
“Fuck.” She moans the word, drawing the single syllable out as I stroke in and out of her in time with her movements.
“Your pussy’s gripping me so tight. You feel so damn good.” I curl my fingers inside of her. “Bet you taste even better”
“Oh, god. Oh my god.” She bears down harder, working clit against my thumb. “I—I’m going to—”
“I know.” I lean in and draw her nipple back into my mouth, tugging on the taut bud with my teeth. “Come all over my fingers, Scarlet. Fucking soak me.”
“Ellis.” The sound of her crying my name as she comes will live rent-free in my head for the rest of my fucking life. Guaranteed, I’ll be in the nursing home, popping Viagra and jacking off to this memory.
“That’s it.” I slow my ministrations, stroking her gently as she comes down. “You feel better?”
She blinks up at me. “So much better.”
I reluctantly slide my fingers from her tight, dripping wet, still fluttering pussy. She watches me intently as I bring said fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean.
“Delicious,” I growl, wishing like hell I could get my mouth on her for round two—assuming we ever have another round.
She reaches for the waistband on my sweats, but I stop her. “This was about you. About your pleasure. Don’t worry about me.”
When she only blinks, I rush to add, “Not that I don’t want your hands on me. Fuck, the mere thought of it is enough to send me over the edge. But right now, if it’s okay with you, I want to take you back to my bed and just… hold you. Can I do that?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, snuggling into me, her eyelids already drooping. “You can do that.”