Chapter 9 #3
Deciding walking was taking too long, and not wanting her to trip and hurt herself, Mustang turned and practically shoved their shoes at her chest. He’d been carrying both pairs of flip-flops as they walked in the sand.
Surprised, Elodie grabbed hold of the shoes and let out a small shriek when he bent down and picked her up with one arm behind her back and the other under her knees.
She immediately wound an arm around his neck. “At least you didn’t throw me over your shoulder,” she said with a laugh.
“I thought about it,” Mustang admitted.
She laughed harder. “Well, for the record, this is much more comfortable.”
“Noted,” Mustang told her.
He loved the feel of her in his arms. She wasn’t light, but she wasn’t too heavy for him to carry. He’d trained to haul his teammates around fully loaded down with gear. So she was light compared to Midas, who was four inches taller than Mustang.
When they arrived at his truck, Mustang lowered her legs and, after they’d put their shoes back on, he framed her face with his hands. “Be sure,” he told her.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Elodie told him.
“I’ve second-guessed every decision I’ve ever made.
Should I go to a four-year university, should I go to culinary school, should I work with this chef or that one, should I take that damn job in New York or the one on the Asaka Express?
Should I go to Hawaii or somewhere else?
But this is one decision I don’t have to think twice about. I want you, Scott.”
Mustang was a SEAL, he couldn’t turn that off…and he made a mental note about New York, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. First things first. Making Elodie his once and for all.
He kissed her hard on the lips, then opened the truck door for her.
She smiled as she got settled. When he went around and climbed behind the wheel and started the engine, she said quietly, “I kinda expected more than just a quick kiss.”
“I’m on the edge here,” Mustang told her as he headed out of the parking lot. “If I’d done more, we might be lying in the bed of my pickup right this second, your dress shoved over your hips and my head between your legs.”
“Damn,” Elodie whispered.
For a moment, Mustang thought he’d gone too far. That he’d been too blunt. But when he glanced over at Elodie, he saw she was fanning herself with her hand and smiling at him. She wasn’t upset with what he’d said; if he wasn’t mistaken, she was turned way the hell on.
“How do you want this to go?” he asked.
“Want what to go?”
“When we get to my place, I can pour you a glass of wine and we could sit on the couch and make small talk and maybe watch a movie. I can seduce you with long, slow kisses while we pretend to be interested in the television,” he told her.
“Or?” Elodie asked.
“I can do my best to wait to take your clothes off until we get to my bedroom. No promises though. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me, then I’ll fuck you hard and fast, getting our first orgasms out of the way.
Then I’ll eat you out, maybe convince you to suck on my cock, then we’ll make love again.
I’d like to say it’ll be slow and sweet, but I have a feeling it’ll be a long time before I can ever go slow once I get inside your hot, wet body. ”
“Holy shit,” Elodie breathed. “That. I want that. The second one. I feel as if I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t get inside me.”
Mustang shifted in his seat and brought a hand down to his crotch to adjust his cock. He saw Elodie’s eyes fasten on his movements and smirked. “Sorry, I’m so fucking hard it’s almost impossible to drive.”
“Better you than me,” she quipped.
“I’ve got condoms,” Mustang told her. “Not because I’ve had anyone back to my place in months, but because they’re a part of our regular kit when we get deployed. They’re handy to make sure the muzzles of our weapons don’t get wet, and a hundred other uses. I bought a new box the other week.”
Elodie laughed. “You’re a regular Boy Scout,” she told him.
“Not even close,” Mustang replied. “But I’ll never do anything that would put you in danger. I’m clean, but as close as I feel to you, we don’t really know each other well enough to have unprotected sex.”
“I’m not on birth control,” Elodie said. “I thought about it, but my body doesn’t react well to the hormones. So I appreciate you not being a dick about wearing a condom.”
“As I said, I’d never do anything to hurt you, El.”
“I haven’t had sex in a while.”
“How long’s a while?” Mustang asked.
“Over a year.”
Mustang couldn’t help but inhale deeply. He couldn’t deny that he liked that. Liked that she hadn’t been with anyone in so long. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me,” he told her.
“That’s not gonna be an issue, Scott,” she said. “I’m practically dripping right now.”
“Fuck,” he swore. “You can’t say shit like that to me while I’m driving.
” He shifted again, trying to relieve the pressure on his dick.
Luckily he was wearing shorts and not more restrictive pants, like jeans or his cargo pants, but his cock still wanted out of the confines of his boxers and shorts.
When Elodie reached over and put her hand on his thigh as he drove, it didn’t help matters any. But Mustang covered her hand with his own, refusing to let her pull back. He wanted her hands on him any way he could get them, even if it meant he had to experience a little sensual pain.
As he pulled into his parking lot, he said, “Last chance to change your mind. That offer of wine and relaxation is still open.”
Elodie squeezed his thigh and said, “No. I want you. I have for months. I’ve fantasized about this moment for too long to want to waste time with seduction and foreplay. I need you, Scott. All of you.”
Slamming the truck into gear, Mustang hopped out the second he cut the engine.
He went around the pickup and shut Elodie’s door for her after she slid out.
He didn’t pick her up again, but wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side as he headed for the lobby of his apartment complex.
No one was around when they got into the elevator, and as much as Mustang wanted to pull the straps of her dress down her shoulders and feast on her tits, he refrained. He knew once he started undressing her, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He could wait another thirty seconds. Maybe.
They walked down his hallway without a word, and Mustang unlocked his door. He put a hand on the small of Elodie’s back and urged her inside.
The second the door shut and he’d locked it, Mustang was on her.