Chapter 16 #2
“I know what you meant, but I want to be clear. Nothing between you and me is transactional. Do you understand me?” She nods while biting down on her bottom lip, taunting me.
“Good girl. Now, are you sure you’re ready for more, Elodie?
Because once I start, there’s no going back.
I’m fine with the pace we’re at. I could lick your pussy all night, baby.
But if you want my cock—if you want me buried so deep inside you that you can’t tell where you end and I begin—then I’ll give you that too. ”
Her desperate plea makes my dick harder. “Yes, Henley. God, fuck me, please.”
Smashing my mouth to hers, I reach behind her and pop the clasp on her bra, releasing her breasts and tossing the flimsy fabric to the side.
When I pull her into me, I can feel how hard her nipples are through my shirt.
She rushes to push up the fabric, and I yank the shirt over my head, chucking it to the side and allowing our bare chests to touch.
We claw at each other, swirling our tongues and murmuring words of encouragement as we kiss and pull our bodies closer.
When we part, I drop my eyes down her body, taking in her curves, her perfect breasts, and that mouth I want more of.
“Strip for me, El.” Our eyes remain locked as she begins to remove her jeans and I push mine completely off, reaching down to stroke my cock as I see her beautiful, bare body for the first time.
“God, sweetheart. You’re fucking exquisite. ”
Her eyes drop down to my hand pulling on my length. “So are you, Henley. I’m just—”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure I can take all of…” Her eyes drop down to my cock again. “That.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “Oh, you can take it, sweetheart. You took me down your throat so well. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your pussy is good and ready for all of me.
” I step closer to her, slowly closing the distance between us until I can pull her into my body again.
Cupping the side of her face, I take a moment to memorize how she looks and how I feel—because this experience is unlike any other, all because of the woman in my arms.
“Lie down on the bed for me, baby.” I watch Elodie crawl backward onto the bed, holding herself up on her elbows to watch as I crawl toward her, situating myself between her legs before leaning down and kissing the inside of her thigh. “Now watch me as I lick this perfect pussy.”
She lets out a sigh as I swipe my tongue through her once, press a kiss to her pink flesh, and then lick her again, focusing on her clit this time. Elodie watches my every move, burying her hand in my hair. “Yes, Henley.”
“You’re dripping. So fucking drenched.” I have to reach out and wipe the precum from my dick because knowing she’s wet for me makes my dick more than eager to feel her wetness.
“I want you. Please, Henley.”
I circle her clit a few times with my tongue before wetting two fingers and slowly sliding them inside of her cunt. “Not until you come for me like this.” Slowly, I stroke her G-spot, feeling her tighten around me.
“Keep doing that and it won’t take long.”
My tongue finds her clit and I flick it softly while stroking her, soaking up every moan that she gives me, loving how they’re coming on faster and louder until she’s screaming and I can feel her soak my face with her release.
As I watch her come undone, I can feel myself thrusting into the bed, knowing that my dick is ready for his turn.
She tosses her arm over her face as her body sinks deeper into the bed. “Holy shit.”
“We’re not even close to being done, El.
” Standing from the bed, I walk over to my suitcase and find the condoms I packed just in case, tearing one open and sliding it on my cock before making my way back to the bed.
When I hover over Elodie, she pulls my mouth to hers, tasting herself on my tongue as I slide my cock through her slit, rubbing her sensitive clit. “Fuck, baby.”
“Please, Henley…” she begs.
I reach down and tease her with the tip, pushing in slightly just to pull right back out again. “The number of times I’ve thought of this.”
“Me too,” she says, dragging my eyes back to hers.
With our gazes still locked, I push deeper inside her, watching her lips part and eyes widen as she adjusts to me. I know I’m thick, and I can see the doubt on her face as I work my way inside of her.
“You’re doing so fucking good. This pussy is stretching around me, sucking me in, El, like you can’t get enough.
Fuck,” I grate out, dipping my eyes back down to the sight of us, watching with fascination as if I’m experiencing sex for the first time.
But in a way, I am. This is the first time it’s actually meant something to me.
Elodie lets out a moan that makes me impossibly harder as I drive all the way to her end. “Oh.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “God.” Thrust.
“That’s it, baby. Now let me fuck this pussy until you’re drenching the sheets again.” As I pull back, feeling every inch of her heat, I push back in with a bit more force and watch her tits bounce beneath me as I find a rhythm she seems to like.
“Yes, Henley. Yes…” She claws at my back, marking me as I feel the sting of her nails dig into my skin.
Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine. “Goddamn, Elodie. This pussy is so fucking tight.” My hips keep snapping forward as the sound of our bodies connecting fills the hotel room. I reach down and pull her legs higher, guiding them around my waist as I pump into her deeper and harder. “Jesus.”
“Henley,” she moans as I rest my forehead on hers, keeping this pace. “You’re—you’re gonna make me come.”
I reach down between us and rub her clit. “Break for me, baby.” And after a few minutes, she does, screaming again as I fuck her through her orgasm. And watching her fall apart makes me come almost instantly. “Fuck...fuck!”
She pushes up and kisses me as I groan, filling the condom with my cum as every drop leaves my body, shuddering through the last few tremors. When I collapse on top of her, she strokes my back softly. “Henley, that was incredible.”
Incredible isn’t a strong enough word for what I just experienced—sex with feelings. It was more intense, more hot, more—everything.
Once we clean up and get settled back in bed, I lean against the headboard as Elodie rests her head on my lap.
“Hey.” I reach forward to cup the side of her face, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “That was the best sex of my life. But I just need you to know that you never have to prove anything with me. The last thing I want you to feel is that you’re being pressured to do anything.”
Elodie smiles softly. “I don’t feel that way at all. In fact, I’m surprised by how much I wanted this. I thought it would take a long time for me to feel that way again. But it’s different with you. So much is different…”
I capture her lips with mine, soaking in how every time we kiss, it feels deeper, more connected.
Everything with this girl is tilting my world on its axis, and even though I feel completely off balance, I feel like I’m learning a new way to stay upright too—the one that involves being able to lean on someone and trust them completely.
But in the back of my mind, I still know that she’s going to leave soon, and I don’t know how to address that yet.
***
“So, do you want to tell everyone what happened last night?” Elliot asks as he holds a bite of food in front of his face. “Or can we just assume based on the pep in your step that you got laid?”
I freeze with my cup of coffee halfway to my lips. “You’re really fucking lucky that Elodie isn’t here to hear you or I’d punch you in the dick.”
“At least then my dick would be getting some action,” he quips before shoving his food into his mouth.
It’s the morning after the game and the life-changing night with Elodie, and our group is having breakfast at the hotel before heading back to Blossom Peak. Laney is staying with Fletcher for a few more days, but the rest of us have to return to our lives.
Returning to real life has been on my mind all morning as I think about how things have changed in the past few weeks and what they’ll look like after last night.
All I know is I can’t wait to get her naked again, to make her fall apart from my touch, to hold her while she drifts off to sleep, and to wake up next to her.
It’s insane that I even feel this way, but part of me is still holding back from accepting these feelings completely.
We haven’t talked any more about her next move, and until we do, I don’t want to get my hopes up that she’ll consider staying.
Rhonan picks up his glass of orange juice. “You don’t have to answer the question.”
“I know I don’t. It’s none of your goddamn business.”
Elliot chuckles as he finishes chewing. “The fact that you won’t talk about it tells me everything I need to know.” He turns to Rhonan. “Another one bites the dust,” he says. “Fucking idiot.”
“Look, just because your fiancée fucked you over doesn’t mean you get to judge everyone else’s relationships, all right?”
His smirk falls. “You barely know her, Henley.”
Rhonan pushes his shoulder. “That’s rich considering we used to say the same thing to you about Tori.”
“Yeah, and if I would have listened to you guys, I wouldn’t be in this situation right now. Forgive me for trying to save my friend from the same fucking shit I’m going through.” He shoves another bite of his food in his mouth.
“Relationships are hard no matter who you are,” Fletcher chimes in. “But if Henley is happy, we should be encouraging, not patronizing.”
Elliot scoffs. “Did your therapist help you with those big words?”
Fletcher narrows his eyes at Elliot. “He did, actually. Did yours help you with your fucking attitude?”
Elliot shakes his head. “No, ‘cause I don’t have one.”
“Thank you for proving my point.”