CHAPTER 46 ELODIE #2
The amount of seduction that rolled off his words just then has sent my stomach into overdrive. Butterflies everywhere.
My tongue pokes out between my lips as my eyes lock onto his. I can no longer tell if those heavy eyelids are from the weed or from lust.
He guides the paper along my tongue from left to right. He breaks the gaze to look down at the paper. I see his Adam’s apple bob heavily from a thick swallow. Is his throat as dry as mine?
“Then you just roll it up.” He tucks in one end of the paper and rolls it up.
It’s definitely harder than he’s just made it look.
He uses the butt of the torn cigarette to poke down the contents and then twists the top, holding it out to me, as “Do You Mind” by DJ Khaled starts playing.
“Takes some practice, but once you got it, you got it.”
“Thanks,” I say and then clear my throat, realising how hoarse I’ve gone.
“You want to try?”
“No, I’m good. You’re the last one I want to be intoxicated around.”
He lights it up and takes a long drag. “I get it. Totally sensible.”
His lazy eyes find mind once again, something dark and dangerous swimming there. He wants something from me. He always wants something from me. I guess if I’m leaving, I can want something from him too. Only this Fiz, not the other version.
“Although… I’m pretty much in the same state Caden was the other night. You could take something from me too.” There’s hope in his voice. Enticing, irresistible temptation dripping off him.
“No nuts, remember?” I point up to the camera behind me.
He gives it a brief glance, then back to me. “I can wipe it tomorrow. If you wanted to, that is.”
I frown. “You’re fucking with me.”
He holds up two fingers. “Scout’s honour, princess. You know I want you. I’m too high and glued to this sofa to do any of the things I want to do to you, so why not take advantage? Use me. While you can. I want to feel your delicious pussy again, Elodie.”
Despite my best efforts, said pussy is soaking right now. Has been since he looked at me with those dark, hypnotic eyes when he handed me the paper.
Why not? the darkness whispers, you won’t ever see him again.
His fingers snake over to me, brushing up my leg like feathers, raising goosebumps on my hot skin. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispers. “Like ethereal level.”
“Shut up.”
“No, you are. And it’s the only time I’ll give you a compliment like that, so take it.”
I hate the fact I’m smiling. Would it be so wrong to indulge right now?
I bite my lip as if my body is physically protesting against saying the words. “Thank you, Fiz.”
His fingers travel higher, stroking the inside of my thigh, making me melt into a pile of sweltering need. “Just let me play with it, just a little. Please?” His fingers reach the top of my thigh, the contact on my pussy sending a jolt of heat through my middle.
When I don’t back away, he advances, running his fingers along the outline of my pussy.
My eyes roll. “Fuck.” I press into his hand, realising how good this friction feels.
“Yes, baby,” Fiz breathes, leaning into me, “come and make yourself feel good.”
He closes the distance and his lips brush against the bottom of my neck.
I find myself angling it to allow him better access.
I let out a soft moan as his lips press light, coaxing kisses along the column.
My hands find his arms, run the length of his long, toned, powerful muscles.
A pulse appears between my legs, heat gathers everywhere.
Why can’t I let this happen? Why the hell shouldn’t I?
Alfie’s refrained from touching me again like I carry something contagious.
Constantly denying there’s any attraction to me.
This man here… He’s never once denied it.
He’s been so open about what he wants. He’s never once made me feel as unwanted as Alfie has. Or Caden.
I’m only just realising it. Fiz has been unapologetic and unashamed of wanting me.
That’s what I’ve been craving. It’s been here the whole time.
What makes it even more tempting is knowing I’d have been intimate with Caden’s cousin as well as his best friend – willingly, freely.
He can think I’m nothing but a dirty whore, but the satisfying fact he’ll have to live with is that I’m a dirty whore for anyone but him.
“Come on, princess,” Fiz says against my neck, “I know you want to. I know you want someone to make you feel good. Why don’t you do it yourself? Use me.”
It sends me over the edge. As soon as I pounce, he’s there to catch me, arm around my back, other hand sliding underneath to my ass and hauling me onto him.
My hands wrap around his neck, and my lips find his first and it’s crazy how a bit of arousal and weed can change your entire perception on a person.
High Fiz kisses like a lover makes love.
Slow, sensual. Long, soft strokes of his tongue against mine.
As if he’s afraid to scare me away. As if he wants me to know he can be gentle.
His arm stays around my back, hauling me in to press hard against his body.
The other one – which is clearly holding the joint as the plume of smoke is going straight up my nose – cups my face, thumb stroking along my jaw.
It’s the most loving kiss I’ve ever experienced.
The kiss with Alfie was desperate, aggressive.
An exorcism of famished need built up over days of intense longing.
This gentle song of tongue and lips between Fiz and I has sprung from nowhere.
It’s new, it’s fragile. It needs careful exploring.
He’s hard beneath me, my body moving against his erection in rhythm with the motion of our tongues. Deep, sensuous strokes.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes into my mouth, “you keep grinding on me like that and I’m gonna fucking bust in my pants.”
The idea of making Fiz come apart sends me rolling my hips even harder. To see him crumble, to watch him squirm. The music moves onto “Mood Swings” by Pop Smoke and I lose myself to the soft, alluring melody, grinding on him even more.
He breaks away from my mouth and I try to catch my breath while he brings his arm around from my body and slides down my stomach, slipping beneath my trousers.
“Jesus Christ, Elodie,” he hisses, “it’s like the ocean down here.” He comes in for another kiss, swiping his tongue across my lips.
I’m feeling bold, the urge to seize this moment overwhelming.
“So…” I breathe into his mouth. “Come take a dip.”
He groans and two fingers soar inside my pussy instantly, making me suck in a breath that transpires into a strained moan as he starts moving them. No dipping here, only diving and plunging deep inside.
Shivers shoot down my spine as Fiz moves around inside me. I grip hard onto his neck, fingers disappearing into his curls, holding him close to me.
He breaks away to take a long drag of his joint, inhales and says, “Breathe in,” then connects with my mouth again, but this time he blows into it.
I do as he says, inhaling the smoke he’s blowing into my mouth. He kisses me again and I try to hold my breath, but I feel my throat tightening into a cough, so I breathe out through my nose, opening my eyes and seeing the smoke mingle between us.
He curls his fingers and rubs that spot that has my belly dipping and swooping in pleasure. “Fuck, Fiz, yes.” My head tilts back, but he cups my chin, pulling it back down.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, Elodie,” he whispers. “I want to see you.”
I nod in assent, my whole face collapsed in ecstasy while my body starts moving with him, desperate to climb that mountain of rapture. This Fiz is enthralling, intoxicating. There’s no sign of that immature little pest. This man beneath me is strong, assured. Endearing.
“That’s it, ride my fingers, baby, that feels fucking divine.” Fiz leans away to rest on the back of the sofa and watches me. From my hips rolling on his hand, up to my slanted eyebrows and bitten lip.
“So fucking divine,” he says, eyes roaming all over me.
I grab hold of his forearm between my legs, anything to anchor me before I’m obliterated from this sensation.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, feeling the altitude thinning, breath weakening, feeling that peak nearing.
“Yes, baby, fucking use me. Let me feel that delicious pussy tighten around me.”
I clamp my lips shut, trying to hold it in as much as possible, not wanting him to hear just how fucking crazy he’s driving me as I deepen the bucks of my hips.
“You’re doing so good, princess, keep going. Make yourself come on my fingers. Take it.”
His words are enough to push me along. His calm and soothing energy, the way he wants to be used. How easily he’s giving up the power to me. How he’s got the perfect crook to his fingers and…
“Fuck, yes.” It comes out high and strained as my body explodes in a flurry of ecstasy.
“Hmmm… fuck, princess, that’s the fucking one,” Fiz groans, leaning up to lock his mouth on mine as I come all over his hand. Eating up my heavy breaths and swallowing my moans. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come.”
I can’t reply, no coherent words can leave my mouth as I ride this incredible wave of heat and fire and ice and shivers.
He kisses me all the way through it, then he carries on once my breathing slows and my spasming body softens against him.
He keeps going after he eases his fingers out of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He continues kissing me long after the joint goes out, long after the playlist moves onto someone else.
Fiz just keeps kissing me. And I keep kissing him.
Our bodies stay glued as one, his arms stay wrapped around me like a cocoon of warmth and serenity.
And the best part? He doesn’t try to fuck me once.
If I was staying, I could get to like this Fiz. This Fiz could stay.
But since this will be the last time I see any side of him, I’ll sink into it and savour it.
When his kisses turn lax and too slow to keep any rhythm, I break away from him. “Fiz?”