Chapter 18 Elliot
I’ve broken every damn rule.
And the worst part is, it’s with my sister’s best friend.
She’s completely off-limits.
Forbidden. If there needs to be a label slapped on it.
The whole shit where you eat scenario, as Eva so eloquently put it.
The day has been a mindfuck of emotions, so the moment I get back to the boat, I practically tear off my shorts and shirt, desperate to lose myself in a shower and wash away the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind.
The several bourbons I consumed earlier failed me.
I even switched to rum, but that didn’t work either.
The bottom line—she’s not over her ex.
The cold water cascading down my body should have been a jarring wake-up call to pull myself together and remember that my focus needs to be on getting back to Paris.
Paris is home.
But instead, it only intensifies the lingering memory of Madelina’s kisses. Her soft, supple lips and the way her tongue rolled so effortlessly with mine.
The taste, so pure, is etched in my mind and refuses to dissipate.
I force my eyes shut, biting down to stop the pleasure spreading through me until I’m hard beneath the icy water.
“Fuck!” I groan, eager to stroke my cock to rid myself of this torturous pain.
Just as my hand begins to slide downward, I pull back abruptly, snapping my eyes open to ground myself in reality. I can’t let Madelina invade my thoughts anymore.
It was just a damn kiss.
I turn off the faucet and exit the shower, hastily throwing on my boxers, determined to forget all about her.
We are just friends, and that’s exactly how it must remain.
The thriller I’ve been reading promises to be the perfect distraction, so I climb into bed with the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the pages.
The chapter where I’d left off was a mass murder in an underground club. Between the psychological mind games and the fast-paced plot, this should keep my mind occupied for the rest of the night.
As I delve into a gruesome scene where the killer unsheathes his blade and beheads his victims, a sudden knock on the door breaks my concentration.
I set the book aside, assuming it’s Ronald. But when I open the door, Madelina is standing in front of me wearing denim shorts and a tank top that reads “STFUATTDLAGG.” I have no idea what the hell that means, but I assume it’s something Madelina finds amusing.
Her usual jovial smile is replaced with a dull, vacant expression, which is out of character for her.
“I… I need a friend,” she says with a quiver in her voice.
I gesture for her to step inside, but I know where this is leading.
I bet her melancholy stems from missing her ex.
A part of me braces for the inevitable moment when she reveals she made a mistake and is still in love with him.
The guy has made it perfectly clear that he would take her back with open arms, even if he hasn’t explicitly told her that. It’s obvious from the way he looks at her.
True to her unpredictable nature, she questions my absence today and why I chose to tell Billie and not her.
My private life should be the least of her worries.
I definitely don’t want to recount how I helped Ronald with a doctor’s appointment for his back pain, then spent the rest of the afternoon drowning my sorrows at Franklin’s.
But then I see the flush coloring her cheeks as jealousy reflects in her eyes.
All of a sudden, something sparks within me. Her jealous tirade about how I told Billie instead of her about my plans? I hold back the smirk, admiring how irresistibly seductive she looks standing inside my bedroom when she’s jealous.
To rile a further reaction from her, I tell her I need time to process. Her famous words, not mine.
The tense tug-of-war of emotions shifts gears when she reveals that her father paid her a visit. Eva has mentioned him in conversations before, and as far as I know, the man is tiresome, selfish, and hardly worthy of being called a father.
And this visit left Madelina upset.
I take a deep breath, my frustration dissolving as I watch her shoulders droop, and I invite her to lie beside me. The warmth radiating from her body forces me to fight hard to remain amicable beside her. I remind myself that this isn’t the right moment for anything more.
Madelina needs a friend.
And that’s all I can offer her.
Nothing more, nothing less.
That’s all I should offer her.
Until she opens her mouth and tells me she wants to fuck.
My body stiffens, and my dick refuses to settle at the mere mention of her wanting to fuck me.
But I’m not stupid.
Women attract feelings.
And the last thing I need is Madelina falling in love with me when I’ll be off in Paris soon. So I tell her the truth, but she insists there are no strings attached.
Then, with fire in her eyes, she begs me to fuck her.
And the simple plea drives me to the point of no return.
I lock my gaze with hers, watching the flame burn bright in her eyes. She gently parts her lips, drawing in a deep, trembling breath that electrifies the air between us.
Resistance is futile.
Once we do this, there’s no turning back.
My desperate craving to be inside of her wreaks havoc on my thoughts. Any rational part of me is buried, along with the notion that we can go back to being just friends.
I try to muster the power and strength to walk away, until I see her bite down on the corner of her lip.
Game over.
With a sudden surge of passion, my lips smash onto hers, igniting a power struggle as our tongues intertwine, each fighting to claim dominance.
“Madelina,” I murmur, the weight of my urges hanging between us, “you can’t possibly expect me to stop.”
She presses her hands against my chest, pushing my back into the mattress as she climbs on top. The bold move leaves me speechless as I lie beneath her, anticipation coursing through me.
My hand caresses her thigh, sliding carefully beneath her shorts as she slowly removes her tank top, exposing her tits in all their glory.
Fuck, I’ve never seen such a beautiful set of tits.
Full, perky, and her nipples are the perfect shade of caramel.
I press her thighs down, rubbing her against my cock as she bends toward me, and my mouth wraps around her nipple. I suck each one gently, listening to her precious moans echo inside the small room.
The threat of a summer storm looms above us as a rumble of thunder rocks the boat. Ignoring everything outside this room, my tongue has its own agenda, teasing her nipples before pressing my teeth down and biting gently.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, arching her back while rubbing herself against me.
“I have to stop,” I warn, pulling away only slightly. “I think you know what I want.”
“Let’s see…” A smile tugs on her beautiful lips. “A single hot guy who happens to be a chef. I’m thinking you want something to eat?”
“Bingo,” I say, flipping her around so she’s on her back, a squeal mixed with a laugh escaping her.
I don’t waste any time removing her shorts until she’s wearing just her black panties.
“Déjà fucking vu,” I whisper, remembering the last time she was lying in my bed wearing barely anything.
My gaze fixates on her legs, admiring how perfect she looks. Slowly, my fingers inch to the edge of her panties as I glide them down her legs and remove them altogether.
I swallow with great difficulty, eyes burning at the sight of her bare pussy before me. With a gentle spread, her legs open to invite me in. My fingers brush against her swollen clit, the simple move causing Madelina to arch back into the pillow as she moans loudly.
With ease, I slide one finger in, succumbing to the heat enveloping me. She’s so fucking wet, and with every thrust, the sound her pussy makes leaves me at breaking point.
I pull my finger out and reach over to the bedside drawer to retrieve a condom from my wallet.
“You’re prepared,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I reach into my wallet and remove the gold foil packet—the last one, if I’m not mistaken. Since I haven’t had sex in a while, I couldn’t be bothered going out of my way to stock up.
“A gentleman always is.”
Her brows furrow slightly. “How many girls have you brought back here?”
I pretend to be counting, then admit, “About… zero.”
“So…” Her voice trails off, curiosity laced in her tone.
With the packet now in my hand, I hesitate. “What are you trying to ask me?”
“Since we started working together. Have you been… you know?” she continues, her gaze unwavering.
“Have I been with anyone else? The answer is no. You’ve kind of distracted me,” I answer honestly.
A smile creeps onto her lips, relaxing her expression, and without another word, she nods, granting me the silent go-ahead to fuck her until we both come.
In a swift move, I protect us both and position myself on top of her. As raindrops begin to pelt against the roof of the boat, I beg of her, “Look at me, Madelina. When I’m fucking you, eyes on me.”
I slide in slowly, biting down hard to control myself as her pussy tightens around me. My gaze never wavers, watching every emotion on her face while I enter, in and out, desperately trying not to blow inside her just yet.
The boat begins to rock from the wind as the eye of the storm lingers above us. The old vessel creaks and groans as gusts of wind whip around it, but Madelina’s moans are all I can hear among the barrage of noise.
“Elliot,” she groans, arching her back and exposing her tits for me to devour. “I’m going to—”
My mouth wraps around her nipple, tugging it with my teeth while she rides out her orgasm, the clench of her pussy around my cock sending me straight to the finish line.
“Fuck.” A forceful grunt escapes as I thrust against her to hear the sound of her wet pussy slapping against me.
Stars blind me, a burst of euphoria spreading to every inch of my body. I barely catch a breath, swallowing with a dry throat as I collapse on top of Madelina.
I remove myself from inside her, falling onto my back before I subtly slide the condom off and dump it in the trash can beside the bed.