Chapter 30
Letting Elliott into my apartment was a bad idea, a very bad idea.
Deep down, past my galloping heartbeat and heavy ache between my legs, I knew I shouldn’t have invited him in.
I should have sent him far away the second he offered to walk me home.
Because having him here in my bedroom was dangerous.
Especially when he took off his jacket, revealing that arm-hugging black Vibe Killers T-shirt.
Come on, it was merely a T-shirt. Nothing special, but on him? Mierda, I wanted to rip it off him like a starved animal.
Clearly, my horniness had hit a new freaking height.
I blamed it entirely on the latest romance books I devoured over the last week and a half. The spice in those puppies made me want to dry hump my own pillow and use Dean Winchester until he broke.
It had nothing to do with Elliott.
Nothing to do with his strong jaw, tree-trunk thick arms, panty-soaking smile, and thick, hard cock that I still felt pressing against my core when I closed my eyes.
Ah, shit.
Why couldn’t I let sex just be sex with him?
No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that breaking rule three and sleeping with him could be purely physical, I knew it was a lie.
My stupid heart and vagina warred with each other.
“I have something for you.” Elliott reached into his jeans’ pocket.
He certainly had something for me in those jeans, alright…
Catch a grip, woman!
Maybe I needed to upgrade my good old vibrator, because it clearly wasn’t cutting it anymore.
Then again, how was I supposed to imagine Dean-freaking-Winchester fucking me when the only face I pictured at the point of climax was Elliott’s?
He handed me a piece of paper with a handwritten phone number.
“What’s this?”
“You said that client of yours, Ursula? See, I remembered her name. Well, she wanted her event in the Monarch Club, right?”
“Yup.” I popped the ‘p’. “She’s been up my freaking ass about getting it booked, but I’d have better luck contacting alien life on another planet than getting a hold of someone in there.”
At this point, I didn’t believe Monarch was a billionaire’s social club but rather a super-secretive occult that controlled the government.
“At this stage, I’m going to have to tell her I can’t do it,” I sighed. “I’ve tried everything, but it’s impossible.”
“Don’t call it quits yet.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a timid smile. “I knew the club sounded familiar when you mentioned it, and then I remembered Frederic’s a member.”
Why did that surprise me?
I understood Frederic was a billionaire. He’d grown Dade Diamonds with Jaxon into a multi-billion-dollar industry in a surprisingly short period of time.
But Frederic was as social as a polar bear.
Sure, he attended events, showed his face, did what he had to do for his business, but outside that? He kept himself to himself.
Imagining him in a social club was like seeing a cat ice-skating.
“That’s his number.” Elliott motioned to the paper. “Call him and he’ll help you out.”
“You’ve spoken to him about this?”
He shook his head. “Not yet. But if you tell him I gave you his number, he’ll help you.”
Running my finger along the edges of the paper, I said, “I think it would be better if you spoke to him first. Might help you open up to him if the two of you talked.”
“I’m not ready to face him yet. I need a little more time. I need to figure out how to tell him the truth.”
A spike of sadness pierced my heart.
He’d been through so much and endured all of it on his own.
Flattening his lips, he ran a hand through his dark hair. “Trust me, he can help you. This way, you don’t lose the money you need to be free from your mother.”
“There you go, saving me again.”
“You make it sound heroic,” he said plainly, “but I’m only doing what feels right.”
From the second he stumbled into my life, he’d taken on my problems like they were his own and stepped in sometimes before I even knew I needed him.
But who did he turn to for help? Anyone he dared to trust, to reach out to for help in the past, left him to deal with it all alone.
Not a chance in hell I was doing that to him. I cared too much about him to even consider it.
Looking at Elliott, my eyes widened. When did he get so close? Or maybe I moved?
It didn’t matter. All that mattered was how much I wanted him, how much my heart yearned for him.
I’d spent so long trying to shield myself, living by my own self-imposed rules never to trust anyone again, but staring up into those hazel hues, I knew, deep in my bones, my heart would be safe with him.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a whisper warned me to pull away when he stroked my cheek, to remember all the reasons why I shouldn’t trust anyone.
Silencing it, I reached for the front of Elliott’s T-shirt and said, “Fuck it.”
My lips on his smoothed the questioning lines between his brows.
However, rejection stung me like a wasp when Elliott stepped back.
Before I could say anything, he took off his glasses and tossed them to the side. “Finally,” he growled.
His hands gripped my face tightly between them, pulling me to him and crashing his lips back to mine. Breath vanished from my lungs as something inside Elliott unlocked, the feral creature lurking beneath his skin and wanting to consume me.
His tongue tangled with mine, his hands roaming down my spine and gripping the globes of my ass.
He lifted me from the ground with an ease I didn’t think was possible.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, my hands dove into his hair. I pulled at the roots, tilting his head up. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and sucked hard.
Taking a couple steps, his knees bumped against the edge of my bed.
Removing his lips from mine, a wild, almost pained lust burned in his gaze as his mouth found my neck.
Teeth scraped downward, his tongue stroking along the column of my throat.
When he bit down on my exposed collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark, my back arched up into him.
The thought alone of him leaving a mark, of having his teeth imprinted in my skin for the next couple days caused me to whimper.
The noise made Elliott groan and buck his hips upward.
I attempted to grind down, to find his hard cock that I’d been fantasizing about for nights on end. But Elliott had other plans.
Tossing me back onto the bed, he stood at the edge.
It wasn’t fair how attractive he was looming over me like a freaking titan amongst men.
I yanked my top off, remembering very suddenly about my lack of bra as the air kissed my pebbling pierced nipples.
He sucked a breath through his teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
An unwelcome wave of insecurity washed over me.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”
A blush scorched my cheeks.
“I want to see you, all of you.”
Peeling off the leggings, my hands stilled over the band of my underwear.
It’d been a long time since I was naked with the lights on, in front of somebody, and my body had changed a lot.
Elliott’s chest heaved as lust and something deeper burned in his eyes, vanquishing my self-doubt instantly.
Throwing my underwear to the side, I slowly opened my legs just enough to show him how badly I needed him.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he said quietly. “You’re everything I’ve dreamt of.”
“I need you.”
A teasing smirk toyed on his lips. “Show me.”
My brows came together in question.
He removed his T-shirt, and sweet freaking god, I actually moaned out loud. How did I forget how good he looked topless?
Toned stomach, a dark patch of hair disappearing into his trousers that begged to be explored, and a chest that demanded to have teeth sunken into.
“Show me how badly you want me.” He motioned between my legs. “I want to see how much your pretty cunt needs me.”
It shouldn’t have been humanly possible to be this turned on from words alone.
“C’mon, Peaches, let me see how soaked you are for me.”
“Soaked?” I teased weakly. “You think an awful lot of yourself.”
“Are you trying to deny that you’re drenched right now, Livi? That your cunt isn’t dripping for me and only me?” His smirk turned wicked, his eyes darkening by the second. “Do it. Show me.”
Well, fuck me.
Who was this man? And where had he been hiding?
Long gone was the reserved, thoughtful man I knew. Instead, here stood Elliott sex-freaking-devil.
And boy, did I want to get on my knees and worship him.
Sliding my hand down my stomach, making a show of being as slow as possible, thrilling at the sight of his jaw going taut and his bulge getting bigger.
Teasing the tips of my fingers along my slit, I bit into my bottom lip.
He was right. I was drenched already.
Drawing two fingers around my clit, I squirmed. A burning ache flamed in the depths of my stomach. Flicking my fingers across my clit lightly, blood swelled to the nerve endings and my pussy clenched in desperation.
I needed to be filled.
I needed him to fill me, now.
The sound of his zipper coming undone and his trousers falling around his ankles was music to my ears.
The outline of his stiff cock in those boxers had me salivating.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded, his eyes firmly on the hand between my legs. “Let me watch you play with that pretty, needy cunt.”
Another swipe of my fingers, my breath turned shallow. Heat spread from the base of my feet up into my throbbing pussy as I rubbed my clit harder.
I didn’t take my eyes off him for a second as I arched against the mattress and my fingers sped up.
Usually, I couldn’t come without something inside me.
Hell, it been so long since I came with another person that I’d forgotten how good it truly felt.
Watching Elliott peel his boxers slowly down his strong thighs, I was so fucking close to falling over the edge into oblivion.
Would it be weird to tell him his cock was breathtaking?
Because, fucking hell, the girth alone rendered me speechless.
“Holy shit,” I groaned, slipping my fingers into my dripping entrance. My muscles clamped around the digits in sheer desperation before I slipped them back to my clit. “?Cristo! ?Dios mío!”
The mattress dipped from the weight of Elliott kneeling between my legs.
He snaked a hand around my ankle. Leisurely, his touch travelled up the length of my leg, his fingers pressing into the softness of my inner thigh.
“There’s no god here, Peaches.” His two fingertips teased close to my center. “Tonight, there’s only me. And I bet you’d look even prettier screaming my name.”
Without warning, his two fingers plunged into me, right down to the knuckles with ease.
White dots exploded across my vision as he twisted his fingers, my insides hugging him tighter as the sweet, blinding pressure built within me.
Sweat beaded along my brow. My sweeps across my clit getting faster, more fervent by the second, while Elliott dropped lazy wet kisses on my inner thigh.
He licked the oh-so sensitive skin between my leg and pussy. “Come for me. I need to hear you come.”
Sweet hell, what I wouldn’t give to have his mouth on me, to have his tongue spearing me instead of his fingers.
Despite my failing vision, I felt Elliott’s unwavering gaze watching me unravel and soaking in every movement.
When he twisted his fingers again and hooked right on my G-spot, that’s all it took.
“Elliott!” I cried, my free hand gripping the bedsheets tightly.
An orgasm roared through my body, wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure. My entire body seized so hard that I swore I blacked out and caught a glimpse of the pearly white gates for a second.
Elliott’s body went tight, his breath ragged, but he didn’t relent, stroking along the spot that made me see fucking stars and refused to let me come back down to earth.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, moving up my body and taking one of my pierced nipples between his teeth. “My perfect girl.”
That’s my girl.
My girl.
His.
The words echoed in the distance, my mind struggling to string together any coherent thought as I fought to get the breath back in my lungs.
Fuck, every part of me was so sensitive.
His tongue flicking on the tip of my nipple, his teeth playing with the metal bar, his fingers so fucking deep inside me—if he kept it up, I was at risk of toppling over the edge again.
“There are condoms in my bedside dresser,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Wait. Do condoms go out of date? Because I can’t remember how long they’ve been there.”
A low chuckle vibrated against my taunt nipple, his teeth tugging it gently again before finally letting go.
Slipping his fingers out of me, I whimpered pathetically at the sudden emptiness.
Elliott worked his way up, planting kisses along my sternum and collarbones until he reached my mouth.
Dipping his tongue in to meet mine, I savored the hearty taste of him.
A taste I could well get used to.
“I may need a few minutes.”
I arched a brow.
Bright pink travelled to the tips of his ears. “It’s been a long time since I, you know… I knew I wouldn’t last, and the second you started to come…”
My lips formed an ‘O’.
His face burned brighter. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” I took his face between my palms and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’ll go and get fresh bedsheets for us.”
He nodded, unwilling to meet my eye line.
“Look at me.” I waited until he did. “Watching me soak and come all over your very talented and wicked fingers made you come, right?”
An audible groan bubbled in his throat.
“You found the whole thing so fucking hot that you couldn’t hold back, correct? Well, I take that as a freaking compliment.”
“Uh-huh, whatever you say.”
“It’s the truth whether you want to hear it or not.” Stealing another kiss from him, my teeth nibbled on his bottom lip. “Plus, once your soldier is back and ready for fighting action, he’s being deployed—”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “Did you seriously compare my cock to a soldier?”
I loved his laugh. I wished he did it more often.
“All I’m saying is we have all night together.”
A flash of something that resembled hope shot through his softening gaze. “All night, huh?”
“Yup. Now move your sweet ass, so I can get us bedsheets while you order us some food in. You’re going to need your stamina, Dr. D.”