Chapter 15
Fifteen
JOSEPHINE
“Tell me about the house.”
I lean my hip against the kitchen doorframe, staring out at the rows of flowers and shrubbery in the garden, all casting long shadows in the dying, evening light.
Ellis is visible in the distance, strolling along the tree line with Zoe occasionally popping in and out of sight at his side, her head barely visible above the high grass. Fireflies sparkle around them like stars and my chest aches with how badly I want to be there too. We had just finished dinner and were about to head out on our usual walk when a call from my mother forced me to send them off without me.
I haven’t been avoiding her exactly, but I’ve certainly pushed off any kind of in-depth conversations, using the time difference as a convenient excuse. I’m not angry with her over the fight we had when I dropped out of school. She apologized, and arranged me being here as a sign of contrition, but our relationship isn’t the same as it was. Or, I’m not the same as I was.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell her honestly. “The nearest village is about a twenty minute walk. Zoe does better with school work when she can get some energy out early in the day, so first thing we usually walk to the market to get what we need for dinner. There’s a garden and a stream where it’s deep enough to swim in places. My room has a balcony. It’s magical.”
Not to mention the handsome, older librarian who eats my pussy like he’ll die if I don’t come.
Mom hums thoughtfully. “You sound very settled with them.”
Them , not there . A word choice that brings on a surge of anxiety. I watch Zoe hopping up and down, pointing, and clearly intent on drawing Ellis’s attention to whatever it is she’s discovered.
I swallow. “She’s a really sweet kid.”
Mom doesn’t acknowledge this. “And her father?”
Ah. There it is.
I press the heel of my palm into one eye, suppressing the urge to chuck my phone into the nearest bush. “Ellis has been very kind to me.”
The memory of his pale eyes boring into mine as I rubbed myself all over his hard cock comes to mind. God—did I actually call him daddy ? Whenever I thought about it today, which was often, I couldn’t decide whether to be mortified or turned on.
Who am I kidding? I’m so turned on that I can’t think straight.
“He seems to have made some very interesting discoveries in the library. Have you seen them?”
“A few.” I drag my sandal over the stone threshold. “Whenever I go in there I’m so stressed that I’ll knock something over and destroy a priceless literary treasure, I try to stay out of his way.”
“For the best,” she says approvingly. “He’s a nice man. I’m very glad he has your help, Jo. You have such a big heart, though, and I don’t want you to get… overly attached. ”
The veiled suggestion isn’t difficult to pick up on. Mom is starting to wonder, a little too late, whether it was ill advised to send her daughter off to a foreign country with an older, handsome divorcee.
“Don’t worry. I’m focusing on me,” I assure her, hoping she doesn’t pick up on the lie. In reality, it’s been a relief to not think about myself so much, and to have people who need me for things.
In the distance, Zoe and Ellis emerge from the woods, holding hands.
Mom chatters on about Dad’s newest fellow, some charity gala they’ve been roped into attending, the neighbor’s dog barking early in the morning and the unseasonably hot weather. She asks a few more questions about the house, about Zoe—whom she seems to adore despite having never met—and pretends to be enthusiastic when I reveal I’ve been relearning how to sew.
I’m barely listening, and when she finally tells me she needs to jump on another call, it’s a relief to say goodbye. With any luck, a talk this long will have bought me another few weeks without further questioning, and considering how I intend to spend the rest of my night, I really don’t need her nosing around.
Crickets are chirping in the long grass, and the sticky heat has been replaced with cool evening air. While my first instinct is to walk outside to join Ellis and Zoe, my common sense makes an unexpected visit, and has me turning toward the grand staircase instead. There’s still an hour to go until eight—the hour I’ve mentally dubbed “sex o’clock” —and I’m grateful for the time to get my head on straight.
Last night was intense, and mind blowing, and will probably ruin me for anyone else for a good long while. I need to remove my heart from my vagina and enjoy this for what it is; incredible sex with a much older, hot, French librarian who wants me to call him daddy.
Not one woman in the world is feeling sorry for me right now.
Just for something to do other than analyze the situation for the nine thousandth time, I sit down at the sewing machine and by the time the sky has turned from blue to black outside, I think I’ve figured out why the seams of Zoe’s dresses have been coming out all lumpy.
I’m at the point of taking a seam ripper to one of the failed skirts, when a gentle knock on the balcony door makes me jump. A moment later, it cracks open and Ellis steps inside. The dark, hungry look he gives me is enough to wipe away all thoughts of children’s dress patterns.
“Hi,” I breathe, setting the fabric aside and getting to my feet, something warm and heavy settling in my pelvis.
Ellis closes the door behind him, and the air seems so much stiller than it did before he arrived. “I got almost nothing done today.” He murmurs, eyes roaming unapologetically over my body.
“I—” I stammer, staring at him questioningly as I try to figure out where he’s going with this. “I’m sorry?”
His lips twitch. “You should be.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small cardboard box, tossing it onto the bed. My stomach flips when I realize what it is. The atmosphere between us feels charged, like lightning is about to strike nearby. I barely recognize myself as I succumb to the pull, taking the first step toward him.
This is my choice. Even if it’s a mistake, or something I’ll live to regret, I’m not just sitting on the sidelines, following the rules and living my life for other people. It’s terrifying and exhilarating and as I get close enough to twine my arms around Ellis’s neck, lifting my chin in silent offering, I think I’m becoming someone new .
He doesn’t make me wait. I barely have time to gasp as Ellis leans forward to capture my lips with his, a hand pressed flat against my lower back to pull me close. We sway on the spot, kissing, and wetness floods my panties when he presses his erection into my stomach.
Drawing back, Ellis’s hands find the hem of my shirt, dragging it up and away from my body. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.” His voice is quiet but rough as he smooths both hands over my waist and up to cup my breasts through the thin cotton bra I’m wearing. Without a word, he pulls the material aside, exposing me.
“I like it when you do,” I admit, trembling as his thumbs brush back and forth over my pebbled nipples, sending a current of need directly to my pussy.
My shorts and panties go next. Ellis kneels before me, kissing and licking the skin just above my mound as he drags them down over my hips. “I wanted to take my time tonight, but you had to be a little cock tease, didn’t you? You had to make me hard half the goddamn day?” He mumbles into my skin, hands wandering back to my ass and giving it a little squeeze.
The muscles below my bellybutton tighten. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” My voice breaks, and I squeak in surprise as he lifts one hand to give my ass a firm smack.
Ellis grunts in approval, doing it again. Apparently losing patience with our games, he rolls back to his feet, disposing of my bunched up bra within seconds. My fingers move to his chest, trying to get the buttons free as we kiss, and his hands work my hair free from it’s braid.
I’m rapidly becoming addicted to the feeling of his skin against mine and I moan when I can finally push the cotton away, arching my back so my nipples brush the surprisingly soft hair scattered over his chest. I’ve only just reached for the button of his pants, when Ellis pulls away, his eyes glinting as he stares down at me.
“Get on the bed.” His voice is strained. “Sit on the edge. Spread your legs.”
I rush to do as he asked, almost stumbling as I sit on the side of the mattress. My thighs part, and my heart is pounding as Ellis’s fingers undo the button and zip of his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His cock juts out, long and hard, and somehow way more intimidating than it was yesterday. Probably because sex was off the table then, whereas now…
He’s going to fuck me. Probably hard.
A soft whimper breaks free from my lips as Ellis reaches over to grab the box of condoms, tearing the cardboard open without hesitation. The crinkle of the wrapper makes the muscles in my core flutter, and I watch as he brings it to his tip, rolling the material down without taking his eyes off my pussy. It should make me self-conscious, like he’s inspecting me, but my legs fall open wider, offering him a better view.
I want him.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Keep those legs open nice and wide,” he leans over me, bracing one hand on the mattress beside my head and gripping the base of his cock with the other.
He doesn’t pause to see if I’m wet or get me ready. We’re moving as one, perfectly in sync as my legs wrap around his waist and he settles his thick tip against my opening. I think he’s going to push further, but he doesn’t. Instead, Ellis leans forward until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “I want you to call me Daddy when I’m inside you. Do you understand?”
My word of agreement is lost in a strangled cry as he drives forward, burying himself in my unprepared pussy. It’s a stretch, I still feel like he’s too much, but the pain is less than it was the first time. “Daddy,” I cry, my back bowing off the bed, trying to find more room for him.
I’m so full.
Ellis hums, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking gently, giving me a moment to adjust. “You have the greediest little cunt, mon amour. ” He switches to the other side, drawing the tight bud between his lips with a little more aggression than he used before. “I’ve been working my cock to it for weeks, thinking of all the things I’d like to do to it.”
Without warning, he draws back, almost to the tip, and presses forward again, releasing a deep, masculine groan. “ Oh ,” I breathe, as pleasure begins to curl up my spine, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“We’re going to go hard in a moment,” he warns me, and the words send more wetness flooding over his shaft. “I’m going to put your legs up, just like this.” He stands at the edge of the mattress, his cock still inside me, and lifts the back of my knees so the backs of my thighs are pressed against his stomach.
Experimentally, he leans forward, effectively bending me in half. “Ellis,” I whisper, my voice breaking as he takes a few, shallow thrusts, hitting a deeper place than before.
The man inside me chuckles, his gaze burning as he looks down at me. “Arms around my neck, Josephine. That’s it. You’ll tell me if it’s too much for you, yes?”
I nod, knowing full well it would take a lot for me to ask him to stop. The need to please him, to take whatever he gives me, to be good for him… “Yes, Daddy,” I promise, and as I drag him down to kiss me Ellis groans, his tongue invading my mouth, consuming me with a ferocity that makes me dizzy. My unguarded sex clings to his as he pulls free and, just as quickly, drives back down.
He swallows my cry, and does it again, his tip bumping the deepest part of me. I can’t move, or adjust, or even help, all I can do is lay still, letting him pound into me, using my pussy with a ruthless, unyielding pace .
“Good girl,” Ellis growls against my lips, the room filling with the noise of him fucking me. “Jesus, you’re so wet. You like this, don’t you? Like driving me out of my mind with your hot little pussy?”
Holy hell, I do. I really do. It doesn’t seem possible that I could come like this, but every thrust brings me closer to the edge, and I find myself begging him for more. “Daddy, please, fuck me harder,” I cry, my nails biting into his back, hard enough to leave marks.
I hope they do.
Ellis must be thinking along the same lines, because he ducks down, sucking on the skin below my ear, leaving marks that anyone would be able to see. He’s claiming me.
I explode, coming with a scream that Ellis muffles with his hand. He doesn’t stop fucking me, doesn’t slow or let up even for a second. If anything, his relentless pace grows faster, harder, more aggressive. “Someday, I’m going to take your ass this way. You’re going to beg me to, mark my words.”
Shaking, sore and half out of my mind with what he’s doing to me, I nod. “I want you to, I want it everywhere?—”
“I know. I know you do, mon amour . You’re such a good girl for me, so tight and wet and willing.” His pace stutters. “ Dammit , I’m close. Hold still and let me fill you.”
Seconds later, Ellis’s forehead drops to my shoulder and his pace finally becomes uneven and shallow. I hear myself moan as he presses deep, his entire body shaking with how hard he’s coming. It goes on for so long, as this older, more experienced man is overcome by the pleasure he took from me.
After an age, Ellis lifts his head and kisses me so deeply it makes my heart lurch.
Oh, god.
“ Mon amour ,” he groans weakly, letting my legs slip back to his sides. “You’re incredible.”
I wince as he pulls back, dragging his softened cock from my tender sex. “Stay there,” he orders me, and chucks the condom in the little trash can beside the desk, striding naked into the bathroom.
As I watch him go, my face splits into a smile, and I scoot backward onto the bed, giggling to myself.
“What’s so funny?” Ellis asks, grinning as he reemerges from the bathroom a few seconds later, a wet cloth in his hand.
“Not funny,” I admit, sighing as he sits beside me and cleans away the mess I made, looking relaxed. “Just checking out your butt. I haven’t had such a good view before.”
Ellis snorts. “I’ll admit, I haven’t thought much about the pros and cons of my butt. It’s been largely utilitarian until this moment.” He tosses the cloth toward the laundry basket and follows me onto the mattress, kissing my shoulder.
It’s strange, going from wild, rough sex to giggling and flirting within a few minutes, but I love it. “It’s a very good butt,” I assure him, humming happily as he lifts his arm, clearly indicating he wants me to curl into his side. “Bubblicious.”
He’s still for a moment, clearly processing this. “Did you just say bubblicious ?”
The word sounds even more ridiculous spoken with his accent and I break out into peels of giggles. Ellis exclaims over them, telling me why it is absolutely not a real word, and proposing adjectives he thinks more appropriate.
That night, we don’t have sex again, but he doesn’t leave my room until one.