Chapter 10
Elodie’s back hit the wall next to Scott’s front door and before she could take a full breath, his mouth was on hers. He was devouring her; there was no other word for it. And Elodie gave as good as she got.
This wasn’t a gentle seduction. Their teeth gnashed together and their hands frantically tried to touch everything at once.
Elodie felt the straps of her dress being pushed off her shoulders and down.
Then she lost Scott’s mouth as he bent toward her chest. She’d worn a strapless bra, and it didn’t take much effort at all for Scott to wrench it down so it was around her belly.
Her nipples peaked in the chilly air, and before she could think too much about what was happening, Scott had taken her into his mouth.
Groaning, Elodie did her best to undo the snap of Scott’s shorts and shove them down.
Then her hands pulled his shirt up, and for a second she didn’t think he was going to remove his mouth from her breast to let her pull the shirt over his head.
But he pulled away, tore his own shirt off, then bent to her breast again.
Elodie had a split second to see the tattoo on his left arm before she had to shut her eyes once more.
The way Scott’s beard was brushing over her chest was erotic as hell; she’d never felt anything like it before.
He wasn’t teasing either, was sucking at her nipple hard as his hand kneaded the sensitive flesh of her other breast.
“Scott,” she moaned as she undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor.
He grunted and tried to push her dress over her hips, but it wouldn’t go. She’d always been a little hippy, and the dress was made to slip over the top of her head. Not to mention, he hadn’t bothered to undo the small zipper on the side.
Before she could help him, he’d simply torn the material, the ripping sound loud in the otherwise quiet entranceway.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’ll get you another.”
Elodie’s stomach clenched at the carnal move. But he wasn’t done.
Without lifting his head, Scott reached for her underwear and pushed them down as well. Elodie was butt-ass naked in his foyer, just as he warned her she might be.
He pulled his mouth off her nipple with a pop and went to his knees in front of her.
He shoved one of her legs out to the side, opening herself up to him.
Elodie grabbed ahold of his head and held on as he leaned in.
His eyes glanced upward and caught her gaze.
She hadn’t ever been this turned on before, and seeing him on his knees in front of her, feeling one hand gripping her hip and the other kneading her ass, made her feel sexy as hell—and powerful.
“Lick me,” she ordered.
She saw him grin before he lowered his head once more.
But he didn’t take his eyes from her, and Elodie found she couldn’t look away.
She felt his tongue trace the seam of her pussy before he groaned low in his throat.
She knew she was wet, she hadn’t lied about that in the truck.
She should’ve been embarrassed. This wasn’t like her.
Oh, she liked sex, but this was different.
More intense. More passionate. Just…more.
Scott shifted and circled her clit with his mouth. She couldn’t see where his beard ended and her pubic hair started. All she could see was his intense brown gaze boring into her own.
His chin moved as he began to suck on her.
“Good Lord!” she exclaimed as she bucked against his face. She’d never gone from zero to one hundred as fast as he was taking her. “Shit, Scott, yeah…just like that.”
She couldn’t help but close her eyes and lean against the wall behind her. She held on to his head for dear life as he ate her out more roughly than anyone ever had before. He wasn’t gentle in the least as he sucked on her clit, pushing her toward a climax.
“Too much,” she complained, even as she tightened her fingers on his head. Scott didn’t listen to her anyway, flicking her clit fast, as if his tongue was a vibrator. She began to shake, and his hands gripped her hips tighter.
Elodie wanted to thrust but didn’t have the leverage. She lifted one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, and heard and felt him grunt in approval. He palmed her thigh and held on as she now teetered on one leg in front of him.
“I’m gonna come,” she warned Scott, probably unnecessarily.
He was most likely very aware that she was on the verge of a monster orgasm.
Her belly clenched and her thighs shook.
She whimpered as the feeling grew and grew inside her.
It was almost scary how out of control she felt, but then she realized that there was no need to be frightened.
Scott had her. He’d make sure she didn’t fall.
Elodie held her breath as she went over the edge, overwhelmed by how good Scott was making her feel.
Maybe it was the new position—she’d never come while standing up before—or maybe because she was teetering on one leg, but whatever the reason, this orgasm felt as if it was her very first. Overwhelming and all-consuming.
Before she could process what was happening, Scott was moving. He leaned down and picked her up, carrying her into the living room and lying her on her back on the couch. He crouched over her, rolling a condom over his large cock.
Elodie had been with her fair share of men. Small dicks, crooked dicks, fat dicks, thin dicks. But she’d never taken someone as thick as Scott. Excitement welled up within her. She spread her legs as wide as she could on the leather couch and arched her back sensuously.
His eyes took in her every movement, and she saw his cock jump in his hand.
She loved knowing she could affect him. She wasn’t afraid to take him inside her body.
He’d more than made sure she was ready. She could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs and had the crazy thought that she was glad his couch was leather and would clean easily, before Scott leaned forward and notched the giant mushroom head of his cock between her folds.
They hadn’t said much up till now, and Elodie could see a vein in the side of Scott’s forehead pulsing.
He held himself over her and ever so slowly fed his dick into her welcoming body.
Elodie felt a pinch of pain, and she spread her thighs even wider as she reached down and grabbed hold of his rock-hard ass. Scott was one big muscle. He could easily hurt her, but he was going slow, giving her a chance to adjust to his size.
He groaned as if in agony when he got halfway in.
“More,” she urged.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he got out between clenched teeth.
“Scott, you just made me orgasm harder than I’ve ever come before. I’m so wet, I’m dripping all over your fucking couch. Just take me already!”
“Bossy,” Scott said with a chuckle.
“Less talk, more action,” Elodie complained.
He moved before she was even finished speaking. Slamming the rest of the way inside, making nerves she’d never felt come to life.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, as she felt his pubic hair mesh with hers. Lifting her head and looking down their bodies, she saw they were as close as a man and woman could be. His cock was buried so far inside her, she couldn’t see any part of it.
Then, as she watched, he pulled out, his cock shiny with her juices.
“So fucking beautiful,” Scott muttered, and Elodie lost sight of his cock as he pushed inside her once more.
Her head fell back, bouncing on the cushion under her.
“I can’t be gentle. You feel too good,” he warned.
“Fuck me like you said you were going to,” Elodie begged.
Scott shifted over her, moving his hands up so they rested almost in her armpits. “Hang on,” he told her.
Just as Elodie grabbed hold of his biceps, he began to thrust. Her boobs bounced up and down as he slammed into her over and over. Every inch of her pussy lit up. She lifted her legs and urged him on by digging her heels into his ass.
Other than their harsh breathing and small grunts, neither said a word; they simply lost themselves in the pleasure.
Elodie had no idea how long they fucked, but it seemed way too soon when he said, “I’m coming.” He planted himself as deep inside her as he could and grunted sexily. Elodie watched as Scott threw his head back and came.
She squirmed under him, wanting more but too embarrassed to ask for it or get herself off.
But Scott seemed to know. Without pulling out of her, he sat up and reached between their legs.
She could feel him softening inside her.
When he began to pluck at her clit and one of her nipples at the same time, she jerked.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold off any longer. Next time, I’ll wait for you. Come for me again. Come around my cock, babe.”
Elodie obeyed. She was so primed, the feel of him stuffed inside her—and how sensitive she was from his earlier attention—made her come almost immediately. She let out a long moan and squeezed him with her inner muscles so hard, he slipped out of her body as she was coming.
They both groaned, and Elodie saw Scott’s gaze was fixed between her legs. “Damn, woman, that is so fucking sexy.”
Then he was moving again. She had no idea how he could do anything right now; she felt like a wet noodle. But he leaned over and picked her up as easily as he had on the beach and headed down the hall.
“We should clean the couch,” she muttered.
“I’ll take care of it. Right now, I need to hold you.”
Elodie wasn’t about to protest. He lay her down on his bed and helped her climb under the covers. He went into the bathroom briefly, she assumed to take care of the condom. And before he came back to bed, he turned on lights in the closet and the hall, leaving the door halfway open.
Her heart melted. He remembered that she’d said she couldn’t sleep in the dark anymore. Damn, could he get any better?
The answer was yes, he could. Instead of getting under the covers with her, holding her close, he threw the covers back, exposing her to his gaze.
“Scott?”