Chapter Seven
RIVER
As soon as Jax is out of sight, I shake my hand, flexing my fingers. Should I have hit him? Probably not, but did it feel good? Hell, yes. I find myself pacing yet again. I have so much pent-up frustration that I can barely keep still. It’s only when I’ve been at the hospital watching over Lily that I’ve been able to remain somewhat calm in case she needs me.
I can feel Elliot’s eyes on me, I stop and look up, and sure enough, he’s staring at me.
“What?” I grit out. “I don’t need a fucking lecture, El. I know I shouldn’t have punched him.”
Elliot keeps his gaze fixed on mine as he approaches me, his hands up and palms facing me. “I’m not judging you,” he says sincerely, stopping within touching distance. “I’m worried, there’s a difference.”
I shake my head. “Well, don’t be, once we find that cunt, I’ll be fine,” I retort, clenching my fists, my pulse racing.
“And until then? What do you need?”
I throw my hands in the air. “I have no idea, Elliot, you’re the goddamn genius, you tell me?” My words lash out full of venom .
He thinks for a beat and then nods, tilting his head slightly. “Okay. Fight or fuck?”
I swallow thickly, my nostrils flaring. “What?” Not what I was expecting.
Stepping up to me until his chest brushes mine, he says, “You heard me. If you need to fight, let’s fight. If you want to fuck, let’s fuck. I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
My lips part on a heavy exhale at his words. He turns his back on me, returns to the counter, and brings the glass of juice to his mouth. “The choice is yours, River.” He arches a brow in challenge.
I watch as he downs it, his throat rolling with each swallow. He barely has time to put the glass down before I strike. My fingers wrap around his throat as I back him into the wall, a rush of air escaping him right before my mouth meets his, the sweetness of the juice fresh on his tongue.
The kiss is raw and savage, full of carnal need and desire. Elliot gives as good as he gets, refusing to submit, giving me exactly what I need.
Our tongues duel, teeth clash. It's messy and filled with abandon.
I squeeze his throat tight before easing off my grip and pulling out of the kiss. Our breathing is ragged as I rest my forehead against his.
“Fuck. I want to fuck,” I say, his heavy breaths mingling with mine. “Bedroom. Now.”
I draw back and release his throat, popping the button of my jeans and turning on my heels. I don't need to look back to know he’s following me.
Once inside the bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind us as I strip down to my boxer briefs, a wet patch from my arousal evident.
“Clothes off. Now. ”
I expect him to counter my demand, but he complies beautifully, knowing what I need before I know myself.
Desperate to escape long enough not to be riddled with self-loathing over Lily being hurt on our watch. Those thoughts have me clenching my jaw, shoving down my boxers, and kicking them off my feet. I reach down and give myself a couple of hard, firm strokes before I let go and reach into the bedside drawer for a bottle of lube, popping the cap and squirting a generous amount over my shaft.
I glance up to find Elliot standing before me in all his naked glory. My nostrils flare, fuck this man slays me.
“Remember how much I care about you, okay?”
He nods, his eyes darkening as he slips off his glasses and lays them on the other bedside table. Something about the action only turns me on more. I love him in his glasses, but fuck me, does it give him a darker edge when he removes them.
“Good, because I'm about to fuck you like I don't.”
He swallows, his Adam's apple prominent, tension cording his neck as he sits down and removes his prosthetic. My chest softens. Something about how comfortable he is around me, especially when I know how he still struggles with his insecurities, takes the edge off my anger. Not enough to expel it entirely, but enough to have me ready for what comes next because regardless of my need to let loose, I don't want to hurt him. Pleasure with pain is good, but not at the expense of actually causing him harm.
I tip my head towards the bed, and he moves, shuffling up until he's lying down.
“Spread your legs.”
His hands move to the inside of his thighs, spreading them as I crawl onto the bed, one hand lazily stroking my shaft as I move between them.
I reach for a pillow. “Lift.”
He raises his arse from the bed, allowing me to stuff the pillow under his lower back, giving me the perfect view of his puckered hole and, just above that, his Guiche piercing. Fuck!
Using my lubed fingers, I lower them and tease his taint, running my finger down to his piercing and back up, loving the way his body reacts to my touch.
His breathing grows harsher the more I tease him, my fingers dipping lower until I’m at his entrance. I give his hole a tap once before slipping in my index finger, his tight ring of muscle sucking me in as I slowly push deeper.
Slowly, I work him. He clenches around me, and I know he wants more, so I oblige, adding my middle finger and moving it with a come-hither motion towards his belly button.
“Fuck,” he says, arching into me, going up onto his elbows.
“Hmm, you like that?”
His eyes flash. “You know I fucking do.”
Releasing my dick, I lower my hand and wrap his in my fist, and he groans in approval.
Fuck, this man is my undoing.And that is precisely what I intend to do.
I lower my lips to the tip of his cock and swirl my tongue over the bead of pre-cum while still working his arse and fisting his shaft.
His resulting moans and writhing beneath me are all the encouragement I need. But after a few minutes, the beast inside me that wants to fuck rears its ugly head and gets the better of me.
I need more. Sitting back on my haunches, I pull my fingers free and release his dick at the same time. He lets out a sound of protest.But he'll be complaining for an entirely different reason soon.
If we had time and things weren't quite so precarious, there are a few other positions I'd gladly take him in right now. But this is perfect for what I need, which is him buried inside me .
I move from between his legs and straddle him.
“I want you inside me. Give me your fingers.”
He reaches out and raises his hand for me to suck his index and middle finger into my mouth, coating them with my saliva before I release them and lean forward until we're face to face. I wrap my hand around his shaft once more. My skin prickles in anticipation as his fingers graze the crease of my arse. I spread my legs a little more before he lowers them to my entrance, and slowly, too slowly, he begins to work them inside me.
“Harder,” I groan against his lips.
He doesn't disappoint, doing exactly as I asked. I kiss him with a deep, needed ferocity as he scissors me open.
“Fuck. I'm torn between riding your dick or fucking your arse,” I say, pulling back to stare at his darkened irises. I'm not sure which option he likes the idea of the most as he thrusts his cock intomy fist, seeking more friction.
“It's up to you, Riv,” he saysbreathlessly.“Take whatyou need. I'm here for it, and I’m all fucking yours.”
I crash my mouth to his, it's unrestrained as I devour him, his taste an addictive elixir, one Iwill never tire of. His fingers still work my arse with thesame vigouras our mouths, and my fist is around his ever-hardening cock. Releasing him, I reach for the lube, my decision made, and sit up, the action causing his fingers to hit me deeper, and I can't hold back my groan of pleasure. Popping the cap, I coat his dick with a generous amount and give him a few swift, hard strokes before holding him at the base.
He removes his fingers, allowing me to get into position. I guide his cock and position myself over his engorged head, letting it tease my hole. As much as I'm a glutton for delayed gratification, today is not the day. I push down and lift off a couple of times, bridging the ring of muscle before easing down and letting his rock-hard head inside me. The stretch stings, but fuck me, is it welcome. I take more, my eyes locked on Elliot’s as I take the rest of him .
“Fuck,” I say on a hiss of both pleasure and pain.
Elliot's eyes practically roll into the back of his head as he moans, sheathed inside me. I grind down hard.
Needing this to take the edge off, I build up speed, lifting off him and then slapping back down—flesh against flesh.
His gaze moves to where we're connected, watching my body take him deep. His hard length twitches as I clench around him.
“Jesus, Riv,” he moans, our heavy pants filling the air around us.
“Do you have any idea how fucking good it feels having you inside me,” I groan out through my teeth.
“As good as it is when you're inside me, I'd imagine,” he sasses back.
I reach out and wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze and grind down even harder on his dick.
“Fuck.” The word catches in his throat as my fingers tighten just a fraction, his dick pulsing inside me at the action.
My grip eases off, but I don't release his throat.I brace my other palm on his chest just as he reaches between us and grabs my shaft, his dark lust-filled gaze locked on mine.
Elliot's other hand grabs the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his as he thrusts up into me, the kiss as punishing as his deep thrust.
I swear he's growing even harder as he pumps my dick faster and with renewed vigour. And then his thumb swipes the head leaking with pre-cum, brushing my piercings at the same time, adding to my already heightening pleasure.
“Holy shit, Elliot. Do that again,” I demand, sitting back up.
He does not disappoint, allowing me to take what I need from him, fucking his dick harder. My body slaps against his, the sounds sinfully erotic, accompanied by our combined moaning and heavy breaths. I almost feel feral, wild, out of control as my body desperately chases that high that only he can give me.
I'm so hypersensitive and ready to succumb to my impending orgasm, but I grit my teeth, trying to stave it off, wanting to get there and yet wanting to prolong the moment.
“Fuck, I'm close,” Elliot says.
I grind my arse down onto his hips, circling my own and taking him as deep as physically possible.
“I need to come,” his voice is a plea as he exhales on a ragged breath.
“Do it. Fill me the fuck up,” I grunt, leaning at an angle that has him pressing against my prostate. It's maddening in the best possible way. “Show me how much you love being deep inside me. Do it, coat me with your cum.”
His hands move to my hips, his blunt nails digging into my skin as he thrusts up with wild abandon. His back arches off the mattress, trying to get even deeper, and my walls clench and squeeze around his cock, urging him on.
My focus is on Elliot’s face, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he ruts into me, losing himself to the sensations, a guttural moan escaping him.
I grab hold of my shaft and pump like a savage beast, his deep thrusts hitting me perfectly.
Elliot's mouth opens on a roar of undiluted pleasure as he begins to pulse deep inside me, filling me with his cum.
“Fuck, River. I’m yours, so fucking yours,” he groans,his hold on my hips tight enough to leave bruises.
“Mine,” I grit out in response.
His hand joins mine, fucking my shaft. As my arse continues to milk the last of his orgasm, feral gruntsand snarls fall from my lips. He twists his hand aroundthe head of my cock, tweaking my piercings, andthat’s when I completelylose it.
A surge of heat races down my spine as I come—hard.
“Fuckkkkk.” Thick ropes of hot cum squirt over our hands, covering his stomach and chest. Aftershocks cause him to jerk inside me. I stay there for a moment until he begins to soften and raise myself up as he pulls himself free. I roll onto my side, my breathing ragged before I pull his body into mine, our sweaty and cum-slick skin sticking together.
Pressing my lips to his, I whisper, “I love you.”
His rise into a blissed-out smile. “I love you, too,” he replies, words I’ll never get tired of hearing and then I devour him with my mouth.