Chapter 13
Thirteen
JOSEPHINE
I’m not sure how “procure birth control” didn’t enter my mind before propositioning my boss with a sex agreement, but I’m not exactly mad about my lack of preparation. Because as far as suitable alternatives go, this is a strong candidate. In fact, I might beg him to do this to me daily, because it feels like I might just dissolve into the mattress.
Like… how?
“Ellis!” My fists tighten on the head of graying hair between my thighs, my back snapping off the mattress as my fourth orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I’m so swollen and oversensitive it’s almost painful, and I have to grit my teeth to keep myself from screaming.
I don’t know how long we’ve been doing this, because time stopped meaning much after orgasm number two. Every cell in my body seems to be centered on the feeling of Ellis’s tongue against my clit, and the burning stretch as he presses a third finger inside me, hell bent on pulling every possible ounce of pleasure from my body.
It’s too much, though, and as I try to squirm away, Ellis’s free hand presses into my lower belly, stopping me. When he parts with my pussy long enough to look at me properly, his eyes are sharp and hungry, his lips and chin shining with spit and arousal.
I’m quickly learning that it’s one thing for a man to say “you’re mine” before he fucks you, but it’s a whole other to actually feel like he owns you. I do, though, and it feels good . I didn’t think it was possible to top what we did in the car that night, or recreate the burning need we felt in the foyer earlier today, but nothing has ever felt this good, physically or emotionally. Every day, I spend most of my time thinking, planning, worrying... It’s such a relief to let it all go and trust him. Even if it’s only for a few hours.
“One more,” Ellis growls, and my protests are nowhere to be found as his mouth descends on my throbbing sex once again, hand still pressed low on my belly to ensure I can’t go anywhere.
I collapse back onto the bed, shaking. I’ve barely come down from my last orgasm, and every firm lap of his tongue or decadent suck of my clit between his lips makes me twitch. “Ellis, I can’t,” I whimper, pulling his hair.
Pale eyes glint up at me, but he doesn’t stop. On the contrary, the fingers inside me press further apart—stretching me to my limit—and my body begins to shake. Despite what I told him, and what I believed, it’s happening anyway. The man between my thighs is determined to make me come, even if it has to hurt a little to get there.
My broken cry shatters the quiet room again as I come a fifth time. Ellis drags it on and on, groaning in frustration when I finally stop writhing against his mouth, my sex so sensitive he could probably blow on it and make me cry.
He doesn’t though, instead he sits back, staring down at me so intensely it’s like he’s trying to memorize every detail of this. And, god—Ellis Delvaux is devastatingly handsome just standing in the library, covered in dust and frowning at an old book. Now, he’s sitting between my bare thighs with my arousal on his face, his bare chest heaving and his thick cock angled directly at the part of me he probably ruined for anyone else.
“Come here,” I plead, reaching for him, and he crawls over me, his erection trailing pre-cum over my hip and stomach. Our lips meet without hesitation, and I can taste myself on his tongue as we kiss hungrily.
“ Tu es incroyable, putain ? * ,” he groans roughly. It’s the same voice he used when I rode him in the backseat of his car back in Connecticut.
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. “I want you so bad,” I whisper as he drops his head to my shoulder, rolling his hips into my grasp.
“Tomorrow,” Ellis promises with a low, masculine grunt. He shoves a hand between us too, and wraps it around mine, squeezing himself with my hand, harder than I would have expected. “I’ll drive into the village before dinner. Yes— ah, dammit —like that. Good girl, mon amour. Hold it tight for me.”
I let out a breathy laugh, loving the weight of him pressing me into the mattress and the way our skin is sticking together from the heat. He lost his shirt after orgasm number one, and everything else went after number three. “Those gossipy old ladies who work at the pharmacy are going to think you’re fucking your nanny.”
“I’m not fucking you yet,” he growls, releasing his hold on my hand. Without warning, my stomach swoops as he rolls us to the side. I find myself straddling his thighs, my slick, swollen pussy only inches from his thick cock. Ellis groans, his eyes raking over my body. “You’ve been tested since your last partner?”
My mouth goes dry at the question. He is my last partner, my only partner, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell him that. It feels even more vulnerable to admit it now than it did before.
I swallow. “I had a physical a few months before we… Before the car.”
Ellis nods, his expression pained. “You’re safe with me. Now, move forward a little— that’s it. ” He guides my hips forward, and we both moan as I settle over him, the lips of my pussy parted over his shaft.
Oh god.
We both watch, panting, as I roll my hips experimentally.
“Keep going,” he grits out, holding me tighter. “That’s it. You’re doing so well.”
I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, struggling to think straight with him looking at me like that and the friction of my overstimulated clit bumping the head of his cock. Beneath us, the antique bed squeaks in time with my movements, an erotic soundtrack that raises goosebumps over my damp skin.
“Josephine.” My eyes snap open as Ellis shifts beneath me, sitting up so we’re almost nose to nose, his light blue eyes boring into mine. A hand tangles in my hair, and I barely have time to gasp before his lips have found mine again. “You feel so good,” he mumbles between feverish kisses, his free hand gripping my ass.
Our bodies are sealed together and I can’t glide over him as smoothly as I was a moment ago, but it’s worth it. Even the feeble, desperate little grinds we manage send pleasure curling through my pelvis and up my spine. When we break apart, panting, I’m not capable of looking anywhere but into his piercing eyes.
A noise that’s part shock, part pleasure, falls from my lips. This is too intimate, too erotic, too much . He’s ruining me, and I don’t ever want him to stop .
“I’m going to have you every night, mon amour . Your cunt will get wet whenever I walk into the room, because you’ll remember how good I make it feel.” He curses under his breath, tilting my body back so he can draw my nipple into his mouth, pulling it greedily between his teeth.
I’m so soaked that even his lower abdomen is coated now, and there will be a wet spot on the bed beneath us. Nothing, not even my spiciest books, could have prepared me for this man, and now I’m the only one who gets to see him this way. Me . Nobody else knows that beneath those buttoned up shirts and the appearance of a proper, sophisticated librarian, Ellis Delvaux is dirty .
“Ellis,” I whine. At the sound of his name, he drags me back up and the hand still tangled in my hair forces me to meet his darkened gaze.
“Do you want to call me Daddy right now, mon amour ?”
As caught up as I was in the moment’s intensity, I didn’t realize how close I’d gotten to coming until it’s already happening. Pleasure shoots up my spine and I writhe over Ellis’s cock, almost sobbing.
When I come down, I find him gazing at me in undisguised awe. One strong arm moves around my waist, dragging me closer, while the other is still pressed up along my spine, tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck.
Without pausing to second guess myself, I nod breathlessly, my pace increasing. I want to make him come like this. “Yes. God —” my voice breaks in a ragged cry. It feels like I’m floating, barely aware of our surroundings, my entire being focused on him. I’m a mess, a horny, dripping mess, and I’ve never felt more free.
“Say it,” Ellis growls, his muscles tensed, and I can tell that he’s doing everything he can to stop himself from coming. Even as his arm tightens around me, pulling me so close that I can feel every vein and ridge of his cock as I rub myself over him and the rasp of his chest hair on my nipples.
My nails are biting into his shoulders and I open my mouth to reply, but all that comes out is the same cry as before. “Daddy! Oh! ”
The word has barely left my mouth before the world turns upside down. I blink, disoriented, as Ellis holds himself over me with one hand while the other fists his cock, pumping furiously.
I gasp at the first lash of cum on my belly, watching in fascination as Ellis covers me in his orgasm. It seems like so much, and I don’t know why my first thought is to wonder what it would feel like inside me.
Holy bad ideas .
When it’s over, Ellis sags sideways onto the bed, pressing a hand over his face, chest shaking in silent, incredulous laughter.
Yeah, nobody can understand the hysterical disbelief of what just happened better than I can. I feel myself grinning too as I look over at him. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit,” He echoes, lowering his hand to meet my gaze. Like this, carefree and happy, he looks so much younger than I’ve ever seen him. For a few seconds, we stare at each other, still panting. Then, as if remembering the mess he left on my skin, Ellis sits up, looking around.
I watch, shamelessly enjoying the view, as he gets to his feet and crosses, totally naked, to the bathroom. Moments later, he returns, smirking when he catches me checking him out.
“I’m going to have my hands full with you.” He chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed and wiping away his release with a damp washcloth.
“Are you complaining?” I tease, tracing my fingers through the patch of light hair on his chest.
Ellis snorts, shaking his head. “If I ever say yes to that, I have developed a neurological condition of some sort. Seek medical attention immediately.” As his eyes move to my face, the smile fades. “You’re still alright with this? No regrets?”
“Nope.” I smile, twining my arms around the back of his neck and dragging him back down to kiss me.
It’s different from the other kisses we’ve shared, with the burning need I feel for him temporarily sated, but it still makes me warm all over. Ellis drags his thumb over my bottom lip when we pull away. “I should go.” Some of my shock must show on my face because he sits back, looking unsure. “That’s what we agreed on, yes? That’s… I’m not sleeping here?”
A crack has developed right down the center of my chest, even as I hasten to nod in agreement. “Of course. Yes! That’s fine!”
Feeling exposed, I snatch the crumpled sheet from beside me and pull it over myself as I scoot back against the headboard. I wanted this. It was my idea. I knew it would hurt, but somehow I expected preparation to dull the awful stab of rejection.
It doesn’t.
Ellis watches me, his expression unreadable. Finally, he looks away and gets to his feet, beginning to collect the clothing he left scattered around the foot of the bed. Neither of us says anything as he dresses. All the effortless intimacy of a few moments ago has gone, and the crack in my chest seems to deepen by the second.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ellis promises at last, sitting at the edge of the mattress and gazing at me through those intensely blue eyes.
“Okay,” I whisper, empty of the happiness I’d felt only a few minutes ago. He doesn’t leave yet. Reaching out, Ellis curves his hand around my face, cradling it, and I feel the strangest urge to cry. There’s something so tender about the gesture, so devoted. He did the same thing our first night together, and I’d felt the same way then.
Him feeling nothing for me isn’t compatible with him touching me like this.
Grave faced, he leans forward and kisses my chin, my jaw, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. I can’t breathe as he does it, torn between confusion and desperate, foolish hope.
“Josephine,” Ellis murmurs my name as he pulls back to look down at me. He looks so handsome, tousled haired and so serious. It’s like he’s about to tell me something that will change my whole life. “If it’s foolish to pretend we’re not attracted to each other, it seems even more foolish to pretend that this means nothing.” My heart stalls, and before I can respond to that, Ellis is getting back to his feet. “Goodnight, mon amour .”
* ? Fuck, you’re incredible