CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Ellery
His words are like putting gasoline on a fire.
I’m already primed, already turned on, and now he’s going to order me around? Yes. Please. There’s something to be said about a man who likes to take control in the bedroom.
And I’m all for it.
I take my time stripping my clothes off. My tank top. My shorts. I take pleasure in watching his eyes darken and nostrils flare as I do so, followed by a lick of my lips and the slide of my hand between my thighs.
The sound of slick flesh in the room as I let my head fall back and moan. He’s primed me all right. Now he just needs to finish the job.
“Ellery.” His voice breaks, and it’s the only sign he’s affected—well, besides his rock-hard cock he’s currently stroking. His thumb capturing the precum and rubbing it around the head. “Turn around on your knees and grab the headboard.”
“Grab the headboard?” I ask coyly.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he crawls onto the bed, cock still in hand.
“Mm-hmm. You’re going to need something to hold on to.” He reaches out and squeezes my breast ever so slightly. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
“Or else?”
Before I finish the words, I’m flipped over on my stomach and he smacks me on the ass. “Or else I get mine before you get yours.”
Jesus. Who knew Ford had this side to him?
I’m all for it.
“Now up on your knees and spread them wide so I can admire what I want to fuck.”
I do as I’m told, my ass in the air, my hands on the headboard. I jolt at the warmth of his mouth on the back of my neck, and the feel of his body as it ghosts mine where his erection presses between my ass.
“You like these books. These scenes. How about I prove to you that what happens in books isn’t just fiction? That you can have it in real life too.” He nips my shoulder and then sucks on the sting of it, all while reaching around and rubbing his fingers over my clit.
I lean my head back on his shoulder as he plays with me. As he preps me. As he readies me to be fucked and owned by him.
I moan as the pleasure takes over. As his fingers work and his tongue licks and as his dick swells against me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ellery. Your body. Your mind. Your determination. This pussy.” He whispers each word against my skin. Each word further turns me on. “On your hands. Show me that pretty ass of yours.”
I obey, the cool air of the room hitting the wetness at my core, illustrating how vulnerable I am to him. How much I must want him to allow him to demand and for me to comply.
A gasp. That’s all I can manage as he unexpectedly slides his tongue into my center before running it up and over the tight rim of muscles there.
“God, you turn me on.” His teeth sink gently into my ass cheek.
“Ford.”
And before the word leaves my lips, Ford pushes into me in one, determined stroke. Our dual cries fill the room—pleasure personified.
“The best part about this position? I can fill you deeper than any other way. Do you feel that? Can I fill you any fuller?” He groans as he pushes in a bit more and grinds his hips against my ass.
I drop my head and absorb the pleasure as he begins to move. In. Out. His hands gripping my ass and spreading my cheeks farther apart so he can push deeper in.
My body rides toward that high. My arms and legs begin to tingle as my core tightens with every push in and pull back out.
He licks his tongue up the line of my spine. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs against the back of my ear. “So. Fucking. Hot.” Each word’s accentuated with a thrust into me.
I can’t concentrate. I can’t think. It’s only him in the moment. Only the sensations. Only the pleasure.
He drags a hand back down my spine where his tongue just was, and he straightens up. I emit a garbled moan when he presses his thumb against the tight ring of muscles right above where his cock is working me so masterfully.
My hips buck against his thumb, causing him to play with me a little more. Push a little harder. Stimulate a little more.
“You like that,” he grits out. “I knew you would.”
“Ford,” I mewl as I begin to lose all control.
My arms weaken. My legs tense as my body detonates into a million tiny explosions that ricochet throughout my entire body.
A jolt of electricity that whips from my center out to my fingers and toes before slamming back into me again where he keeps touching and sliding and masterfully manipulating the nerves in my body.
“Ah, that’s it. Tighten around me. Fuck me, Elle,” he says as I push my ass back and forth on his cock to milk my own orgasm. To prolong it. To ride it out and absorb every ounce of pleasure from him.
“God, yes,” I moan as another orgasm slams into me completely unexpected. I collapse beneath the weight of its strength, but Ford holds my hips in the air as he drives into me over and over until it’s his guttural cry filling the room. Until it’s his release that’s owning us.
Our bodies ride the high as we come down ever so slowly. Ford releases my hips, but I’m able to keep them right where they are because I don’t want him to pull out just yet. I don’t want to lose this feeling.
He presses a tender kiss on my spine as his cock slowly softens inside of me. “God, yes?” He chuckles. “Should I take that as a yes, I’ll partner with you, Ford?”
My body shudders with the waning pleasure. I’ll give him anything he wants if I can have whatever we just did again. “Consent under duress can’t be taken seriously in a court of law.” My voice feels sex drugged. Sated.
“Duress?” He hums, and it sounds so sexy as it rumbles through the room. “Baby, that was anything but duress. But if you need me to do it again so you can contemplate the merits of yes under pressure, I’ll be more than happy to give it a go.”
“What?”
“Do you want me to fuck you again?” And in an instant, I’m on my back and his head is between my thighs. When he looks up at me with a grin on his lips, he whispers, “I dare you to tell me no.”