Chapter 24 Elliot #2
“Let’s see if you feel that way after you see what’s on my binge list,” she replies with a sly smile.
Moments later, the doorbell rings as the delivery guy arrives. Soon after, the rich aroma of freshly baked pizza enters the room as steam rises from the large carton.
I sit beside Madelina on the couch, then she grabs the remote to reveal her curated watch list on the screen.
“What’s Gilmore Girls?” I ask, taking a generous bite of pizza and savoring the way the cheesy goodness melts in my mouth. The pineapple adds a sweet touch.
“You’ve never watched Gilmore Girls?” she asks, wide-eyed.
I scratch my head. “Is it some kind of show about two women, like a lesbian comedy or something?”
Madelina erupts into a fit of laughter, her body falling back into the cushion as she clutches her stomach. “No, it’s about a mother and daughter navigating the ups and downs of their relationship. It’s set in a fictional small town called Stars Hollow.”
I instinctively lower the plate with my half-eaten slice of pizza, my interest in this show fading as I process her explanation. “I didn’t sign up for this. How about a cooking show? I’ll even watch Gordon Ramsay if you want some drama.”
“Will you just shut up and watch?”
With a resigned sigh, I focus on the screen, attempting to suppress my grumbling thoughts as the first episode unfolds. The plot of this small town is already boring me, and this Lorelai character—what a mess of a woman. Clearly, she’s running away from all her rich girl problems.
When the episode wraps up, Madelina pauses before the next episode begins. With her legs crossed tightly and her body inching closer, she waits for my reaction.
“Okay, so did you vibe with it?”
“It’s probably better for our relationship that I keep my opinion to myself.”
Madelina stills, her playful energy stalling as fidgeting nerves take over. “Oh, I didn’t realize we were in a relationship?”
I press my lips together, contemplating the weight of my following words, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. “I think we’re beyond no strings attached, don’t you?”
“Um, yes, okay, I agree,” Madelina mumbles, her cheeks tinged with a light blush. “So… does this mean…”
I lock my gaze with hers, an intense longing igniting within me, spreading like wildfire through my veins. Slowly, I lift my hand and glide my thumb across Madelina’s trembling bottom lip, watching as her body shivers under my touch.
“It means,” I whisper, inching closer to her ear, “it’s just you and me.”
“You and me,” she murmurs back. “I like the sound of that.”
“And I need to fuck you, right now.”
A grin spreads across Madelina’s face as she climbs over and straddles me. With her arms wrapped around my neck, she leans and tilts her head slightly, a rush of adrenaline bursting through me as I press her down to rub her against my cock.
My lips find hers with urgency, a long-awaited kiss I’ve been aching for. The taste of her tongue wrapping around mine drives me insane, but then she pulls away.
“So, I have an idea…” she begins, caressing my cheek with a gleam in her eye. “Why don’t we take this to the shower?”
“The shower?” I repeat with a smirk. “I thought you didn’t like shower sex?”
Madelina kisses me deeply, and a moan escapes me. “There’s a first time for everything.”
I reach behind and grasp her hair, pushing her face closer to mine, our lips barely touching. “What are you doing to me?” I question, my voice trembling with a mix of yearning and vulnerability, each word laced with a desperate longing.
“Elliot,” she whispers, her eyes burning as they stare into mine. “What have you done to me?”
Without another word, she takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. As she turns on the faucet, the sound of the water echoes in the room. She reaches above, angling the showerhead so it points more to one side.
“I want you to take all your clothes off, step into the shower, and play with yourself. Can you do that for me?” I demand in a low rumbling voice.
Madelina doesn’t say a single word. Instead, she grabs the bottom of her tank top and removes it over her head. Then she unbuttons her shorts and drops them to the floor.
I watch with bated breath as she stands in front of me, wearing her white lace bra and panties. The room begins to fill with steam while I remove my clothes abruptly, standing before her with my hard cock waiting to be stroked.
Her eyes wander to my hand, which eagerly wraps around my cock as I wait to see her fully exposed. Carefully, she unclasps her bra and tosses it to the floor, her beautiful tits bouncing at the movement.
I lick my lips with an urge to take them in my mouth, but then she slips out of her panties, and all I see is her bare pussy.
Fuck.
This won’t last long.
At first, she deliberately positions herself under the showerhead, the water cascading over her delicate skin. She moves about as if I’m not here, captured in her own private act as she presses her back against the wall, then slowly inches her hand down between her thighs.
I begin to stroke myself, the sheer act causing her to moan as she playfully rubs her clit. She’s the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and my resistance will only last for so long.
I struggle to hold back as I watch her play with herself. The more I stand here watching my girl pleasure herself in front of me, the more I need to be inside her.
“Fuck it,” I mumble.
I step into the shower and insist she turn around; I want her against the glass so our reflection can be seen in the mirror.
“Tits against the glass,” I command. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I want to see your nipples hard for me.”
The urge to enter her consumes me, so I slide myself in to feel the tight clench of her pussy wrapping around me. Her long moan only adds to this moment, and I don’t wait a single second to start pumping into her as if my life depends on it.
She gasps. “I don’t think… fuck… I’m not going to last—”
A low rumbling groan leaves her lips as I feel a gush of warmth wrap around my cock.
Fuck, she came, and now there’s no chance I can hold back.
I keep sliding myself in and out, but then I remember. “I need to pull out,” I warn her in desperation.
“Elliot, you don’t have to. I’m wearing a diaphragm, you can come all you want,” she tells me with a faint laugh.
I press my forehead against her shoulder. “Thank fuck.”
Just one more thrust, and my body starts to come undone. The euphoric sensations spread through me as I squeeze her hips tight to control my trapped breathing.
Madelina turns around, her lips instantly finding mine as we lose ourselves in another heated kiss.
When she pulls away, a grin plays on her lips. “Shower sex is good.”
“Just good?” I tease.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” she responds with a laugh.
We opt to get out and spend the rest of the night in bed. I am not going to make any mistakes. I want all of her, and nothing is going to stop me.
I beg her to sit on my face so I can taste her dripping into my mouth, and the moment she comes again, I command her to ride me until I explode inside her.
With ragged breaths, we fall against the pillow as I turn to hold her in my arms.
“I like this,” she says softly. “This… You and me in a relationship.”
I kiss her forehead, a wave of calm washing over me. “I like this, too.”
“Elliot…” My name escaping her lips while we’re in bed feels perfect. “What will we tell everyone?”
“You mean your brother and my sister? Why do we have to say anything right now? I want to enjoy us without anyone else interfering. Aston is cool, but Eva is all over the place.”
Madelina curls up into my arms. “So, there still are no strings attached?”
I lift her chin so our eyes meet. “I just want you, Bugs. That’s it.”
With a sated expression, she falls back against my chest. “I just want you, too, but wouldn’t it be easier if we told everyone we’re together?”
“So they can voice their opinions and get involved?”
“You have a point… I do enjoy our little cocoon here.”
Not long after, she falls asleep in my arms as I watch her with a smile. On the nightstand, my phone pings with a notification. I reach over to read the screen, careful not to wake her with my movement.
The moment I see the email is from Jacques Dupont, my heart skips a beat.
Dear Elliot,
I am excited to offer you the position of Chef Exécutif at my new restaurant étage Bleu in Saint-Tropez. A talent like yours is a rare find.
Let’s schedule a call tomorrow. We’ll expect you in Saint-Tropez by the end of next week.
Salutations,
Jacques Dupont
My body tenses, the shift stirring Madelina from her slumber. Gradually, she blinks awake, her eyes fluttering open to find me perched beside her, my phone grasped loosely in my hand.
“Is everything okay?” she whispers.
I gently set my phone down, its glow fading into the shadows, and lean down to place a kiss on the top of her head. “Everything is fine, Bugs. Get some rest, tomorrow is a new day.”
As she drifts back into the peaceful embrace of sleep, nestled against me, I lie here burdened by the decisions hanging over me.
It’s crunch time.
I either choose the dream job I’ve always wanted or choose the woman lying beside me.
Elliot Woods doesn’t fall in love.
Except this time, I think I have.