Chapter 29
Declan
Take me home.
Elsie’s words and all of the sinful promises they contain play on a loop in my head the whole way back to her house.
It’s a struggle to keep my eyes on the road, instead of on Elsie and her long hair and perky tits.
I wanted to lean down and take one of her nipples between my teeth right there in the park.
At least she had the sense to get us out of there when she did.
We’re both quiet on the short ride back to her place, though the pounding rain on the roof and windshield doesn’t leave much room for conversation anyway. I settle my hand on her thigh and let myself enjoy the simple fact that I’ve found someone I can be quiet with.
The anticipation makes the drive feel longer than it is, but a few minutes later I’m making my way down the long drive, past the lavender fields to the small cottage tucked away in the back of the property.
After learning that Elsie’s home is her favorite place to be, I’ve been dying to finally see it.
The cottage is small, with white siding and green shutters, and colorful flowers spilling from seemingly everywhere – boxes hanging from the windows, a garden that loops around the side of the house, a raised bed near the front door. It suits Elsie.
I park as close to her front door as I can get without ruining her yard and leave the car idling. When I look over at Elsie, I find her watching me with a hungry look in her gaze. She glances at the keys in the ignition, then back to me.
“Are you coming inside?”
That’s all the invitation I need. Without a word, I turn the vehicle off and shove the keys in my pocket.
“Ready?” I ask her, glancing at the rain pounding mercilessly on the windshield.
“Ready,” she confirms. We both undo our seatbelts and on an unspoken countdown, we throw open our doors and make a run for it.
The rain is relentless, beating down on us and permeating through every stitch of clothing we’ve got on.
I follow Elsie up the walkway to her door, where she tries to slip the key into the lock with shaking hands.
Whether it’s from the cold or nerves over what’s to come, I’m not sure, but it takes her a few tries to get the key inserted.
When she gets the door unlocked we hurry inside and slam the door behind us, making an absolute mess on her kitchen floor in the process. She has one of those tiny floor mats that’s more for decoration than function, and it stands no chance against the water dripping off us.
“I’ll grab some towels,” Elsie says, her wet sandals slapping loudly against the tiled floor as she disappears through the kitchen.
She leaves a trail of water in her wake, though she doesn’t seem worried about it.
She returns less than a minute later with a stack of towels, which she sets on the counter next to me.
“Thanks,” I tell her. I watch, distracted, as she grabs a towel from the stack and immediately sets to work on her hair. When she leans over to scrub at her long locks, the view down her flimsy white top that’s plastered against her breasts nearly makes me groan.
I grab a towel and start scrubbing at my own hair, which was carefully styled before our date and is now slicked down my forehead in a way that’s reminiscent of my middle school days, when hair gel and I first met and weren’t too familiar with each other yet.
I’m debating what to do with my shirt, which is uncomfortably stuck to my torso, when I notice Elsie sliding her skirt over her hips and down her legs.
The thud that it makes as she lets it fall into a heap on the kitchen floor makes her chuckle, but I’m too busy trying to keep from swallowing my tongue to join in.
Elsie stands in the middle of the kitchen in bare feet – I hadn’t even noticed her slide her sandals off – and one of those funky bodysuits that women wear, the ones that look like a gymnast’s outfit.
It sits high on her hips and hugs her curves, leaving very little to my imagination, which is nonetheless running wild without my full permission to do so.
I want that bodysuit off of her now, right here in the middle of her kitchen.
“Are you going to make me get naked by myself?” Elsie wonders, and I choke out a laugh.
“Definitely not.” I make quick work of the buttons on my shirt, then slide it over my shoulders and drop it on the floor next to her discarded skirt.
My eyes are locked on Elsie as I lean down to untie my boots and slide them off along with my socks.
Her eyes are zeroed in on my torso, her gaze raking over me as if she can’t get enough.
I love the way she studies each tattoo that’s revealed to her, as if cataloging them to review later.
It’s not the first time she’s seen me without my shirt on, but the raw hunger in her gaze makes it feel like it is.
I stand, popping the button on my jeans and sliding the zipper down. Elsie’s eyes dart down to watch the movement. She takes a few hesitant steps closer, until she’s right in front of me, our toes nearly touching where we stand in a puddle of water.
I stand stock-still as she raises a hand and reaches out, placing it right over the ink-free area on my chest, right over my heart.
It’s one of the few empty spots on my torso.
It might be silly, but tattooing something over my heart feels important.
I haven’t yet found anything worthy of being inked there.
Elsie’s fingers flex against the spot and my heartbeat ticks up in response.
It’s yours, I want to tell her.
Instead, I reach out and tug one of the bodysuit straps over her shoulder. I stop before it exposes her breast, waiting for confirmation that this is okay. Elsie meets my eyes and nods.
With the green light to go full speed ahead, I slide both straps down until her breasts pop free, her dark nipples already pebbled to hardened points in the cool air.
They beckon me forward and I can’t help myself – I lean down to take one into my mouth, my tongue stroking the sensitive peak as my lips close around it.
Elsie gasps and sinks one of her hands into my hair, holding me against her.
I slide an arm around her waist and grab her ass, pulling her close as I suck and bite at her nipple, then switch to the other side to give them equal attention.
“Declan,” Elsie moans, and it’s nearly my undoing. I make my way up her chest to her throat, planting soft, wet kisses as I go. When I reach the hollow at the base of her throat, where her neck meets her shoulder, just my breath on the sensitive skin there makes Elsie give a full-body shiver.
Good to know.
I pay the spot special attention with my lips and tongue as I grip her bodysuit and slide it further down her body. It’s not easy; the wet material resists and clings to her body, but I manage to work it down her hips and I peel it off, taking her pale pink, silk panties with it.
Like a gift sent straight from the heavens, if I were to believe in that sort of thing, Elsie stands naked in front of me, completely unabashed.
I drink in the sight of her, all long limbs and subtle curves.
Her skin is smooth and lightly tanned from time spent outside in the sun, though a band around her breasts and her bikini area are paler than the rest of her.
She’s stunning and perfect and somehow, at least in this moment, all fucking mine.
My eyes snag on the spot between her thighs, where a light smattering of brown hair begs for my attention. I would drop to my knees and bury my face there right now, but Elsie surprises me by grabbing the waistband of my jeans and pulling the material down over my hips.
We’ve hardly said a word, too distracted by the revealing of skin and my mouth on her body.
Elsie crouches down and pulls my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs.
My cock springs free, standing at attention dangerously close to her face.
I tip my head back and shut my eyes, needing a few moments to compose myself.
I think I’m in the clear when I hear Elsie stand back up, but the squeeze of her hand around my hard cock has my eyes snapping back open immediately.
“Fuck,” I hiss out between clenched teeth.
Her skin is soft against mine, but she grips me hard enough to create the perfect amount of friction as she strokes her hand up my shaft and back down again.
Her touch alone is enough to have my hips jerking toward her, but then my sweet girl leans in and closes her teeth around the barbell in my left nipple and tugs slightly, eliciting a groan from deep in my chest. When she runs her tongue over the metal bar and sucks it into her mouth, I clamp my hand down on her hand that’s still stroking my cock.
“Bedroom,” I growl. “Where is it?”
Elsie tugs on the piercing once more, then releases it. “Through the living room,” she says, still working my cock with slow, measured strokes. “The door on the right.”
I grip Elsie behind her thighs and lift her, and she immediately winds her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We both suck in a shocked breath when my first step jostles her, causing her slick heat to settle against my cock, trapping it between us.
I feel each excruciating slide of her against me as I carry her through the house to her bedroom, and judging by the way her breathing speeds up, I must be hitting her clit from this position.
She grinds down on me as I kick open the cracked door to her bedroom. If she keeps it up, I’m going to blow my load across her stomach before I even get the chance to be inside her.
I stalk forward until my knees bump against the side of Elsie’s bed, and I toss her down onto it. With her toned body stretched out across the pale blue comforter and her damp hair snaking down around her arms, she’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.
I want to devour her.
“You’re going to come on my mouth,” I tell her, already sinking to my knees beside the bed. “And then I’m going to be so deep inside you, you’ll feel each stroke of my cock with every step you take tomorrow.”
“Yes,” she breathes, and like a goddamn miracle, her thighs fall open in front of me. The sight of her wet pussy spread before me has me nearly swallowing my tongue again.
I grab Elsie by the hips and tug her closer, until her ass cheeks rest against the edge of the bed.
She props herself up on her elbows and watches as I grip her knees in my hands, holding them flat against the bed so she’s spread open as much as she possibly can be for me.
When I glance up at her, I notice her cheeks are tinged pink, but she doesn’t squirm or try to stop me.
“What a pretty pussy,” I croon, my focus now on the spread lips in front of me. “It’s going to look even prettier with my cock buried inside it.” A low whimper slips past Elsie’s lips and I grin up at her. “But first, I need to know what you taste like when you come.”
I lean in and lick Elsie’s center in a long, teasing stroke, and her hips buck against my face.
She tastes fucking perfect, and it takes every ounce of my restraint not to feast on her.
Instead I tease her, with feather-light strokes of my tongue and nipping kisses that are close, but not quite where she needs me.
She squirms against my hold, and I grin against her when she whines, “Declan.”
“Something the matter?”
“Please,” she begs. I plant a soft kiss on her inner thigh instead.
“Gonna need you to be a bit more specific,” I tell her, moving my attention to her other thigh. When she huffs out an annoyed breath, I nip at the soft skin there.
“Use your words,” I instruct her.
“Make me come,” she demands, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard leave her mouth.
“How should I do that?” Some primal part of me needs to hear her say the words. I need to hear that she’s as far gone as I am.
“Use your tongue,” she begs. “Make me come with your mouth and then fuck me. Please.”
Fuck, how could a man say no to that?
“I’ve got you, baby.”
I lean in and settle my mouth against her, pressing my tongue to that small bundle of nerves that has her bucking against me again.
I don’t take it easy on her this time. Gone are the gentle, teasing strokes.
I lick and suck and eat her like a man starved, because that’s exactly what I am.
I’m starved for this gorgeous, sassy, sweet woman, the one I haven’t been able to exorcise from my brain since the day we met.
I circle her clit with my tongue and use my teeth to gently graze against the sensitive skin.
She cries out and buries her hands in my hair, tugging on the damp locks and pulling me closer.
I lick her center in quick, firm strokes, while she grinds against me and chases her release.
I can tell the exact moment that she hurtles over that edge toward her orgasm.
She lets out a breathy “oh” and her back arches off the bed as she comes, grinding against my tongue shamelessly.
“Oh god, yes,” she chants softly, her legs quivering as her release crashes over her.
I don’t let up, laving at her clit and prolonging her orgasm until I feel her muscles begin to relax.
Only when she sighs and throws an arm over her eyes do I settle back on my heels, drinking in the sight of a post-orgasm Elsie.
I didn’t have enough time to appreciate the sight when Sean interrupted us the other day.
But spread out on her back, legs wide open, her pussy dripping with her release – fuck, she’s perfect.
I grip my cock in my hand and give it a few slow, lazy strokes while I feast my eyes on her wet cunt. God, I want to be buried inside her so bad it hurts. My balls ache with the need to be emptied.
Elsie props herself up on her elbows again and when she notices what I’m doing, she fucking licks her lips.
“Come here,” she tells me, and I don’t need to be told twice.