Chapter 20 #2
I knock first. I’m not stupid. She can’t kick my ass, I’m much bigger than her, but she would put up a hell of a fight. She’s scrappy and something tells me she’d fight dirty, too.
When I hear the lock unlatching, I slide the card back into my pocket just as the door opens.
She’s already in her silky pjs, her hair pulled up, and makeup off.
I rarely see her without makeup. She’s so naturally pretty with her golden complexion and bright eyes.
I don’t know why she even bothers with that shit.
She places her hand on her hip as it pops out. “What are you doing here?”
I hold up the alcohol, and she shakes her head vehemently.
“Come on,” I say. “Let’s celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
“How good we played tonight.”
“No.”
My mouth drops open in horror. “You don’t think we played well? I sounded great! Were you listening from the greenroom? Sometimes that distorts the sound.”
She fights a smile. “I was listening backstage. You were fine.”
“Fine? Ouch.” I press into the room, but she uses her hip to keep me out.
“Travis.”
“Ellie.”
“No.”
“One drink.” I pout, holding up the bottle like it’s one of those fancy wines she likes, imported from France or wherever, and not nasty, cheap vodka that tastes like rubbing alcohol.
I bump her hip with mine and push inside the room. I drop down on the edge of the bed, take a drink, and then hold the bottle out for her.
“No, thank you.”
“You’re going to make me drink alone?”
“You had two nice girls willing to do whatever you wanted, why are you here?” she quips, albeit sassily, if I’m not mistaken.
My lip curves up. “Jealous?”
Her face twists in disgust, and the smirk melts right off my face. “No.”
“Well, you interrupted me, and it seemed like you had an attitude. It was awkward after that.” It was only awkward for me because I couldn’t stop picturing her.
“I did not have an attitude!” she seethes.
“It’s like you’re purposely sabotaging my hookups. If you don’t want me with someone else, just say that.”
Her mouth couldn’t get any wider if she tried. “That is not true!”
Jumping up,I get in her face, and she goes on the defensive, pressing just as much into my space, nostrils flaring. It looks like she wants to slap me.
My dick swells, rubbing against my zipper, enjoying this fight way too much. “They’re no fun,” I whisper, and she sucks in a surprised breath. “I’d rather jerk myself while I watch you play with your pretty pussy than stick my dick in any one of those lame-ass groupie chicks.”
“Jesus,” she stammers, inching back. “We…I—”
I close the distance she just put between us. “One more time,” I plead, pulling her close. I drop my mouth to her neck, letting my breath fan across the sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck meet, but not putting my lips on her. “Please.”
Her head falls back, and she lets out a quiet moan. “No.”
My eyes lift to hers, but hers are closed tight. Her neck tilts, inviting me. Her chest is rising in sharp breaths, and the little moan is one I recognize. “Come on, May.”
My lips nibble across the top of her shoulder. Her hands grip my arms, squeezing before she shoves me away. “No, it’s against the rules.”
I level her with a look. “When have you ever followed the rules?”
“I’m trying it out.” She shrugs.
“It’s boring, isn’t it?”
“No.” I blink, and her shoulders cave. “You have to leave. If someone finds out you’re in here…”
“No one’s going to know. They think I’m with those girls.”
“And you should be.” She pushes me toward the door, but I dig my shoes into the carpet, refusing to budge.
“I don’t want them. They’re fucking boring.”
“Find someone else,” she grunts, using her whole body to try and move me.
“I only want you.” We both freeze. I didn’t mean to say it like that; it just slipped out. I meant I’m horny, and no one else is going to be as satisfying as her.
She steps back, eyeing me with wide eyes. I choose to ignore the strange expression on her face and drop to my knees. Gripping her hip with one hand, I drag her closer. “I’ll be such a good boy,” I say, glancing up at her, my mouth inches from her perfect pussy.
Her throat bobs with a swallow. She’s weakening, I can see it. I knew begging would do the trick.
My nose drags along the cool material of her pajamas, and her hands rush to my mohawk. She tugs it up, grabbing a nice, tight hold on the strands. “I’ll make you feel good. Don’t you wanna come?” I breathe against her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, rocking her body into my mouth as I lick the silk covering her clit.
My free hand slides up her leg, ready to slip underneath her shorts and see how wet she is.
I already feel the heat pouring off her, but she jerks away, causing me to fall forward.
My hands shoot out, catching myself before I crash face-first on the floor.
“Ok, we have to set some ground rules.” She yanks open the drawer of her nightstand, pulling out the purple vibrator from last time.
Keeping it close by, were you, May?
“We can’t have sex.”
I groan. “W—”
“You know why. But we can still have...orgasms. Mutual orgasms.” I stand up, undoing the button on my jeans, but she throws out a warning hand. “We can’t touch each other either.”
“What? Fuck that.” I tear my pants off, kick them to the side of the room, and start stroking myself over my boxers. I’m hard already.
“We can’t cross that line, but we can watch. Like last time,” she adds, crawling back on the bed and sliding her shorts off.
I’m barely listening to her little list of rules. My cock is aching, and as long as I get to see her touch herself again, I’m not going to complain. Sure, I’d much rather be the one touching her, but I’ll take what I can get right now.
Her shorts fall down, and she tosses them over her head, leaving her in a light blue thong and a silky sleep shirt. “Can I please see your piercings?” I’ve been imagining them nonstop since the day we got them done.
“You can’t touch them. They’re still sore.”
“I won’t,” I promise.
She carefully tugs her shirt over her head, her tits falling free.
I wet my lips, wanting so bad to lick the metal bars, nibble on the peaks until they’re stiff, twist and tug until she screams. Playing with her nipples sets her off.
I know as soon as they’re healed, it’s going to be even better for her with the piercings.
My breath stutters. Is someone else going to get to do that to her?
Shit. I shake those thoughts away and tug my boxers down.
Making sure to lick my palm, I get my shaft nice and wet—wishing it was her spit on me—before I start stroking myself. Ellie stares at me, her chest rising rapidly. “What are you waiting for?” I ask, nodding to the thong that’s still on and the toy that’s hovering over her.
She clicks a button, the vibrator buzzing to life. I step up and take it from her. She goes to sit up, but I press a hand on her chest, between her breasts, and force her back. “I won’t touch you.”
Her forehead wrinkles in uncertainty, but she lies back and eases her underwear down her legs. Climbing on the bed, I situate myself on my knees and hover next to her. My eyes pan over her, fixating on her full tits, nipples pert and decorated.
I groan, fisting my cock again. “You’re so hot. Your tits are amazing. God, I wish I could fuck them.” I grip the base of my dick and slowly drag my hand up, squeezing the tip and letting precum drip out.
She watches raptly, tangling a hand in the sheets, feeling impatient, I know it. “Me too,” she pants, spreading her legs and inviting me to play.
I press the toy to her clit, and she bucks her hips, meeting the rubber and opening her legs wider for me. Goddammit, she’s soaked. I can see her pussy glistening, the vibrator slipping across her with ease. What I wouldn’t do to shove my cock deep inside and feel her tighten around my ladder.
“Does this feel good?” I ask as I rub the toy back and forth, circling every so often, before dipping inside just a little. I’ve never used a toy on her before. I’m not against them; I find it incredibly sexy knowing she uses them.
“Mmhm, yes,” she whimpers, eyeing my cock like she wants to lick it and suck me dry. She’s fucking phenomenal at giving head. Best throat job I’ve ever had, and I’ve told her as much.
My pumps turn desperate, my balls burning in need with the way she’s looking at my dick. “Are you sure we can’t touch each other? Just this once?”
She shakes her head, and a rumble works through my chest. I drag the vibrator up her stomach, grazing the underside of her breasts, watching her chest cave and goosebumps pebble her skin. I make sure to keep away from her sensitive nipples and tickle the area around her tits instead.
She shifts again, skin flushing red as she writhes against the sheets.
It’s not often I get to see Ellie like this.
Before, she was the one taking charge. I didn’t mind it.
Fuck, I liked it. Found it refreshing that she was willing to take what she wanted, and in return, give me exactly what I didn’t even know I needed.
“Travis,” she whines. “Stop teasing me. I want to come.”
But I kind of like seeing her like this, too. Begging me for once.
“Do you?” I taunt.
“Yesss. I’m almost there.”
Fuck, ok then.
I move the toy back to her clit while I work my dick at a punishing pace. We’re both breathing hard, our gazes pinned on each other’s. Wet skin slapping fills the room as my fist beats against my stomach, my muscles straining as a sheen of sweat drips down my spine.
“I need more.”
“Fuck your fingers,” I tell her, and she doesn’t waste time, shoving two inside her soaking center. “You can take another, come on. Show me how bad you want to come.”
“Fuck,” she cries out, adding another.
I'm mesmerized as I watch her—nearly tearing one of my barbells out, I’m jerking so hard—as her tiny fingers pump in and out while I keep the vibrator pressed to her clit. I feel my release creeping up, and I work faster. Chasing both our orgasms.
“Yes, yes. Right there,” she chants.
“Shit, I’m about to come. Are you close?”
“Yes. Oh, God.”
Her hips lift and rock against her hand as she falls over the edge. I don’t let up on her clit as she convulses and shakes, moaning loud. When she’s spent, she drops to the bed, and I lift the toy to her mouth. “Clean it.”
Her bright, wide eyes lock on mine, confusion and a hint of shock written in them. But I push it closer and she opens, letting me slide it between her plush red lips. She sucks it nice and clean like the good little slut she is, and I lose it.
“Can I come on you? Please, please?”
“Yes.” She scoots closer for me, staring at my cock, and I explode. Cum shoots from my tip all across her perfect stomach and chest. My hands fall to my thighs as I suck in sharp breaths, unable to take my eyes off her. She’s so gorgeous painted in my cum.
Our eyes meet for a moment, but neither of us says anything, and before I climb off the bed, I take my softening dick and rub the remaining cum on my tip over her belly. And ya know what? She fucking laughs.
Goddamn, she’s perfect. Whoever bags her for good is going to be one lucky fucker.