Chapter Thirty-Four
It’s been over an hour since I last saw her, but my dick gives zero fucks.
My cock is rock hard despite the ice-cold shower I recently took. I practically froze my nuts off, but my dick isn’t giving up the fight. Elise's round, incredible ass sashaying away from me continues playing over and over in my mind like a damn movie stuck on repeat.
My fingers twitch by my phone as I stare up at the ceiling, reminding myself of our agreement.
One time , we said.
It doesn’t count if I didn’t get to actually fuck her, does it? Hell, I didn’t even get to come.
No wonder my mind’s not right. I didn’t work her out of my system, and now I feel stuck.
Yep, that’s the only reasonable explanation for this.
I fight myself, wanting more than anything to march downstairs and finish what we started.
She’s not alone, you buffoon, I remind myself.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I’ve never lost this much control with anyone before, and the idea of going any further with her both consumes me and threatens to drown me.
Two loud knocks against the door have me flying out of bed, wrenching it open without checking who’s outside.
Elise is standing before me, wearing nothing but an oversized sleep shirt that hangs just long enough to cover the tops of her thighs.
She launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, climbing me like a tree. I slam the door shut, stumbling backward onto the bed as I grip her ass, clutching her to my erection.
Gratification floods me, a tingle expanding at the base of my spine. She wants me just as bad as I need her .
Our touches are frenzied. Moans and whimpers leave our lips as we devour each other's mouths. Her tongue dances so beautifully with mine, and the taste of her sweet mouth is goddamn delectable.
She slides herself over my groin, and I hum in satisfaction.
She’s absolutely soaking my cock through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.
I slide my hands down her waist, over her firm ass, giving each cheek a squeeze as she groans, leaning further into me.
Our mouths break apart, and she buries her face against my shoulder.
I push her shirt up over her ass, and my cock practically goes off like a rocket, right here and now, my fingertips met with completely bare skin.
“You were walking around the hotel like this?” I growl, a twinge of jealousy and annoyance hitting me square in the chest.
“I sure was.” She pants. “What are you gonna do about it?” she taunts, and I answer by flipping her onto her back, settling between her thighs.
She smirks up at me through hooded lids, her light-blue eyes swirling like a storm on the horizon. Because that’s exactly what she is. A storm. And we might just be in the eye of it.
I snake my hand up her waist, squeezing her breast and flicking the pad of my thumb over her nipple as she arches into my touch.
I don’t get a chance to further investigate the cool metal beneath my touch before her legs part further, giving me better access to her as I press our pelvises together. She’s too much of a distraction.
My hand finds her throat, and my thumb presses down firmly over her windpipe.
Her eyes grow wide as she tries to suck in a breath, a hand finding mine, lying over top of it.
“So defiant,” I tease. “Always pushing me with that disobedient mouth of yours, begging for a rise out of me but when I give it to you, you look—” I lower my mouth to her ear and whisper, “surprised.”
My grip tightens as she rolls her hips under me. I release her throat, sitting back on my heels, allowing the change in position to relieve some of the blood flow to my aching dick. Hopefully that’ll help me last longer because, as it stands, I’m a goner.
“What can I say, Rafa? I like it rough,” she teases, her cheeks and neck flushing red as she recovers from a lack of oxygen.
“And how rough do you like it, Elise?” I ask.
Nausea roils through me as I await an answer that’ll either disappoint me or prove that we’re the same kind of fucked up and desperate to feel anything other than regret.
I hope like hell this woman is able to make every fantasy a reality, one that no other partner of mine has been comfortable with.
On the other hand, I hope she doesn’t . I hope she likes it soft and slow so I don’t have to think about her this way again.
But when those full, dusty pink lips of hers curve in a smirk, her eyes glittering, I know the answer. And I’ve never been more fucked.
She tugs on the waistband of my briefs, slipping her hand inside. Her slim fingers wrap around the tip of my cock, my head falling back involuntarily. I groan loudly as I try to focus.
She pushes up, touching the tip of her nose to mine. Her warm, minty breath dances across my lips as she says, “I like it as rough as you can manage. Rougher than anyone you’ve been with before,” she adds, as if reading my every thought.
“What’s your safe word, Elise?” I ask.
She taps her chin, grinning as she says, “cum dumpster.” She’s beaming as a startled laugh leaves my lips. I shake my head.
“Fuck off,” I say, still laughing. “Cum dumpster it is.”
“And if my mouth is full , I’ll tap on you three times. Sound good?” she asks, and I nod.
“Same goes for me then, I guess,” I say, really hoping I won’t need to ever use the phrase “cum dumpster” in my lifetime.
Elise tugs her shirt over her head, tossing it at my face. I pull it off and am met with a sight I’m afraid I’ll never get to scrub from my mind. Mostly because I don’t have the strength to do so.
Elise has a hand between her legs, the other toying with her nipples, squeezing the taut bud. Two identical golden barbells pierce the pink flesh, with a rhinestone scorpion on either side.
“I’m a Halloween baby,” she explains as if that should mean anything to me. When it clearly doesn’t, she rolls her eyes and says, “I’m a Scorpio.”
“Whatever, peligrosa . Get up,” I demand, backing away from the bed.
She climbs out, her long, lean legs straightening as she stands there, her arousal coating her thighs.
“On your knees.”
She falls to the floor without question, her eyes looking glassy as she shifts to her palms, already knowing what I’m about to ask.
“Crawl to me,” I demand, my voice rough and low.
She does as I say, but I continue to back further away from her, increasing the distance between us. Frustration plays between her brows, but she doesn’t complain. I take a seat in the chair beside the fireplace, tugging my briefs down as she makes her way to sit before me.
I kick them off, discarding them beside the chair. I lean back, spreading my legs wide for her to sit between as I wrap her slightly damp ponytail around my fist, still wet from her shower. I tug it tightly in my grip, making her yelp.
“Get it nice and wet, Elise,” I say, nodding toward my dick. She opens her mouth to lower it over the head. “Not what I meant, trouble. Make it wet with those juices dripping from your needy cunt.”
She nods obediently, slipping her hand between her thighs, rocking back on her shins. A moan slips past her lips, and I tug on her hair, gripping her chin tightly with my other hand as I glare down at her.
“Did I say you could play with yourself, Elise?” She shakes her head. “That’s right. I fucking didn’t. Do as you’re told, and wet my cock before I make you in a much more creative way.”
Her pupils dilate as she sucks in a haughty breath, biting on her bottom lip. Her hand, now covered in her slickness, wraps around me, coating my dick in her. I loosen my grip on her chin, letting my hand fall to my side as she strokes me.
“Harder, Elise. Grip it harder. ”
Her hand tightens firmly around me, and my breathing speeds up, electricity throwing sparks up each individual vertebra as her other hand joins, twisting in opposite directions as she squeezes me so hard her nails dig painfully into my flesh.
This is exactly what I wanted.