Chapter 9 #2
“Nothing,” I state, turning my full body to face him as soon as the door closes, a smile on my face. “I just remembering how, on Friday, me and Serena were wandering down a hallway drunk and trying to open doors. I was wondering if I was close to this door.”
That smirk of his appears on his face again. “Who knows? Maybe you were, and we could have done this sooner.”
My eyebrow quirks. “And what exactly would we have done?”
I know what, but it’s nice to get some reassurance.
Elliot closes the distance between us completely, his hands landing my hips and slamming my body to his. His head lowers, and when his mouth is a mere inch from mine, when his breath entangles with mine, he speaks.
“This. We could have done this sooner.”
There’s no more hesitation, no more waiting, no more thinking about what’s going to happen next. Elliot’s lips meet mine, and I’m the drunkest I’ve been all weekend.
My body feels more alive than it ever has, and he is just kissing me. His hands are only on my hips, his fingers just digging into the fabric of my dress; he’s only doing the simple things, yet he’s waking my body in a way I’ve never experienced.
As our lips start exploring, I become more desperate, more heated, so much so that when his tongue meets mine, a moan escapes me, and I let my hands roam his body, taking in every hard inch he has to offer.
And by hard, I mean hard. Every inch of this man is like freaking steel. I even dig my fingers into his shoulders as I hold him to me to make sure he isn’t.
“Are you trying to mark me or hurt me?” Elliot lets out before sucking on my tongue.
When he moves his mouth down my neck, I respond, almost breathless. “Does it matter?”
He laughs against my neck. “Nope. Do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
A breathless giggle leaves my mouth. “I will once you do whatever you want to me.”
“Done.”
Elliot licks the length of my neck, stopping where my dress meets my breast.
I think he’s going to pull down the neckline even further, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he continues to kiss down my body, over the fabric of my dress.
I can see the spots where his mouth meets the light purple fabric, dark purple wet spots leading down until he reaches my navel.
Then, he gets on his knees in front of me and continues to kiss me until he reaches my pussy.
I let out a gasp when I feel his hands on my calf, his lips still kissing me from my belly button to my core and back up. The gasp grows even louder when he pulls his mouth away from me and starts pushing the midi dress up.
Not wanting to miss the moment he comes face to face with my pussy, I look down at him, watching as the fabric travel ups to meet the top of my thighs.
His mouth presses against my leg, then the other, and then his hands push the fabric until the hemline meets the top of my hips.
I watch as his eyes take me in.
“I didn’t peg you as a no panties kind of girl.”
Aria from a few hours ago would be proud with her decision to ditch the underwear tonight. I should give myself a high five.
My panting almost gets in the way of me responding. “I don’t know if you noticed, but my dress is a little tight”
“Oh, I’ve noticed.”
“Panty lines and this dress don’t mix.”
“Maybe I should thank whoever came up with that logic.” His leans his head down to glide his nose against my core, and I swear, I melt. He’s barely touched me, and I’m ready to combust.
“You should. It’s really good logic,” I pant, wanting to pull his head forward. I don’t know how many more simple grazes I can take.
Elliot hums, and I’m about to yell at him to put his mouth on me, but he must have read my mind, because my back meets the closed door or a wall or something right before his mouth connects with my pussy.
I feel his hands travel to my ass just as I feel his tongue slide through my lips. I slap my hands against the hard surface and open my legs up to him even more.
Elliot eats me out as if I were his last meal and he wants to savor every last drop.
“Elliot. Oh, shit,” I pant when he sucks on my clit for what feels like the first time but also the hundredth, like he has been doing this to me for years
“I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I saw you in the lobby,” he admits.
A sound comes out, a mixture between a moan and a gasp.
“You remember me,” I say on a breath just as one of my hands makes its way to his hair, tugging him even closer to me.
Elliot chuckles against me, one of his hands traveling from my ass to the entrance of my pussy.
“Of course, I remember you. You were like a magnet, drawing me in.” A finger teases my entrance, and I swear, I see stars. “I wanted to go to you, but I held back, just like I held back at the pizza parlor.”
A finger slides into me at the same time his mouth wraps around my clit.
Magnet.
Held back.
Those are the only words that connect, but I don’t need to remember the others to piece it together.
“But you’re not holding back now.” It’s not a question. I’m reaping the benefits of it.
“No, I’m not. My time with you is limited, but I’m going to give you everything I have.”
And he does.
Within seconds, my feet leave the ground; the only thing holding me steady is my hand in his hair, my back resting along the hard surface, my legs wrapped around Elliot’s head.
For a split second, I think maybe I’m suffocating him, that my legs are wrapped around him too tight, but the things he’s doing to my pussy aren’t letting me think rationally.
I’m lost in the feeling of his fingers, tongue, and mouth, and I have no clue if I’m even breathing.
Elliot sucks, nips, and fingers me in the most delicious way, and when my orgasm comes, I welcome it.
It hits me hard and fast, and I never want it to end.
Elliot keeps his promise about giving me everything he has. He doesn’t even wait for me to come down before my feet are on the floor and I’m being pulled across the penthouse into a room with a glorious view of the Las Vegas strip.
We waste no time ditching our clothes.
I thought Elliot looked good in a suit, so damn sexy in just a pair of slacks and a white button down with the sleeves rolled up, but the man naked is something else.
The abs.
The lines at his groin that lead straight to his cock.
He is mouthwatering, and I think this is my favorite way to see him.
He must like what he sees too, because as his eyes travel down my body and back up, he licks his lips, as if he wants to taste me again and again.
His eyes hold a promise, and it’s a damn good one.
He tastes.
He licks.
He sucks.
And he fucks me so damn well, he has me screaming his name like a prayer.
He gives me absolutely everything, and I do the same.
This turned into a night I never want to end.
But eventually, it has to.
And when it does, I will take everything about it with me back to Austin.
The way his lips felt against mine.
The way his hands perfectly cradled my breasts.
The way his cock slid into my pussy as if it was his and only his.
The way he said my name like it was his favorite word.
The way he looked into my eyes as he came into the condom and whispered a silent fuck.
I will take everything.
If I could take him, I would.
As the sun comes up, I cross every one of my fingers and hope that my path crosses Elliot’s again, so that we could relive this night.
Over and over.
Multiple times.
Fingers crossed.