40. Scarlet
FORTY
SCARLET
“Ellis...” I call his name, knowing he’ll come running. He always does. But this time, it’s because Operation Get Ellis to Fuck Me is a go.
Not that he knows it. Not yet, anyway. But he will. Just as soon as he gets his ass in the bedroom.
So help me god, if he turns me down after an entire week of careful planning, I might actually cry.
“What’s up?” he asks, only to stumble to his knees when he sees me. “Is that...”
I’m standing at the foot of the bed, my hair and makeup both done to perfection, wearing a dupe of the Sophie B lingerie set Blair wears in season one, episode two of his beloved Gossip Girl.
“It is.” I twirl a strand of hair around my index finger. “You like?”
“What? How?” He crawls toward me, pressing his cheek to my thigh. “Princess, I fucking love.”
“Good.” I drag my fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you be a good boy and show me how much?”
“Fuck, Scarlet.” The raw hunger in his eyes makes my knees weak. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely positive.” I tug his face closer to the junction of my thighs. “I'm borderline desperate for you, Ellis. To feel your hands and mouth on me. This is like when I first moved in but a hundred times worse. I need this. I need you.”
“I can't leave you needy.” His voice is pure sex.
But I'm feeling a little bratty. “Weird, because that’s exactly what you’ve done for the last three weeks.”
“Shit, baby girl.” He skims his nose over the front of my panties. “I'm sorry.” He presses a kiss to my mound, before dipping lower and flicking his tongue over my clit through the fabric of my ruffled boy shorts. “Let me make it up to you.”
“Oh, I intend to.” I lick my lips as I look down at him. “Over and over again.”
“I'm torn between peeling these panties down your legs or finding a way to eat your pussy with them still on.”
“Let's compromise.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband and push them down. “I'll ditch these but keep the corset.”
He collects the scrap of silk from the floor and brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Goddamn, I've missed this.”
I shake my head in amusement. “The real thing's right here, you know?” I swipe an index finger down my slit, gathering wetness with the tip of my finger before painting it over his lips.
He lunges, sucking my finger into his mouth, groaning as his tongue wraps around the digit.
“Tastes like my own personal heaven.” The fire in his eyes is intense as he stares up at me.
“Get on the bed Scarlet and spread your legs. Let me see all of you and your pretty pink pussy lips glistening just for me.”
I lower down and crawl deeper onto the bed, delighting in the show I'm giving him. “Always just for you,” I murmur, drawing my knees up and spreading myself wide.
For a minute, he just stands and stares, so I decide to take things into my own hands. “Look, if you're not interested...”
He practically dives onto the bed, knocking my hand out of the way. “You know damn well I'm interested. I was just enjoying the view.”
“Fuck the view.” I arch my back, pushing my pussy into his face.
Finally on the same page as me, he ducks down and kisses his way up my thighs, alternating as he goes.
“I'm sorry I made you wait,” he says quietly as he slips two fingers inside of me.
“I wasn't trying to hurt you or hold out.” He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, working me into a frenzy all the while calmly explaining himself like he's not finger fucking me into oblivion.
“Ellis.” I moan, desperate for less talk and more action.
“No, listen, Princess.” He adds a third finger, and I see stars. “I was just worried. I didn't know exactly where your head was at and instead of asking, I assumed. That's on me. I promise from here on out, I'll bring my worries and concerns to you instead of deciding on your behalf.”
“Oh my god.” I undulate my hips. I’m already teetering on the edge, and his thoughtful apology is only pushing my closer to the edge. “Ellis, please.”
“What do you need?”
“I-I don't know.” I tug on his hair again, my body far more in tune with my needs than my brain. “As much as I love all the things you’re saying, I’d rather you put your mouth on me. Now.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma'am.”
That's all the warning I get before he slips his fingers out of me, allowing his talented tongue to replace his hand. He latches onto my clit like he has something to prove. And, I guess, in a way, he does.
And, hot damn, is he working overtime to prove it. Licking and sucking me until my pussy's clenching and my legs are shaking.
“You're close,” he says, suddenly slowing.
I growl his name, more animal that human. “I swear to god.”
“God's not here right now, Scar.” He grazes my clit with his teeth. “Just me.”
“Well just you better not stop like that again.”
“What if I do?” He’s pushing me, intentionally riling me up. I fucking love it.
“Then I'll get my battery-operated boyfriend and finish this myself.”
“Fuck that.” He focuses back on the task at hand, bringing me right back to the edge—only to pull back again. “But on the other hand, toys could be fun.”
“Ellis,” I whine, delirious with the overwhelming need for release. “Please.”
“Fine.” The jackass has the audacity to sound put out. “Next time.”
“Sure, next time. Just, please don't stop.”
This time, he goes in with a soft touch. Kissing and licking me everywhere except where I need him most. My thighs, my mons, my slit. My hips move restlessly as I search for the friction I need. “I can't take this anymore. Please.”
“Then take what you need, Princess. Use me.”
His words flip a switch in me, and I slide my fingers into his hair, pulling his face flush against my dripping wet, needy sex.
I work my hips, up and down, entranced by the feel of his tongue, lips, stubble, and chin as I use him to get myself off. “Fuck. I'm so close.” I increase my pace. “I need—”
Ellis slides his fingers back inside of me with a forceful thrust, curling them inside of me. “I know what you need.”
And he's right. That's exactly what I needed, because I don't just come. I detonate, with his name on my tongue like a battle cry. “Fuck that was so, so good.”
He pulls back looking all too pleased with himself. “Just getting started, baby girl.”
“Oh yeah?” I release his hair and drag my fingers down his jaw. “Prove it.”
He shakes his head, a smile tugging his lips, as he crawls up my body. “Gonna fuck you all night long, Scar.”
“Promises, promises,” I say as he fills me with a single thrust.
“On which I intend to deliver.” He withdraws almost all the way before slamming back inside of me, filling me completely.
“I promise to love you forever. To respect you. To always listen. To remember we’re in this together—a team.
” Each vow is punctuated with a thrust hard enough to make my tits bounce, yet, I need more.
“I promise all of that and more, Ellis, and I love you. But right now...”
“You want me to shut the fuck up and rail you.”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
Ever the cinema nerd, he grins. “Your wish is my command.” He hooks his arms under my legs, hitching them so my knees are by my shoulders. The new position sends him deeper as he pounds relentless into me. I fucking love it.
“Yes,” I hiss, scoring my nails down his back. “Fuck me harder.”
“If I fuck you any harder,” he pants, “I'm gonna put the headboard through the wall.”
“Fine then.” I reach around and grab his ass, pulling him flush against me. “Go slow if you want. But you better make it count.”
He gives me this cocky little grin before moving his hips in a circular motion, grinding himself against me. My eyes damn near roll back in my head as he somehow manages to hit all of my sweet spots at once.
“I'll always make it count,” he says before leaning down and nipping at my breast. “So fucking perfect.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, plucking at the other with his fingers, all while continuing his torturously good slow grind. “You like this, don't you?” he asks, moving to the other breast. “You like the way I feel so deep inside of you.”
“Yes,” I whine, drawing out the word.
“That's good, Princess. I like it too. Love feeling your cunt suck me in and not let go. Love the feel of your juices dripping down my legs. Love knowing I’m driving you wild. Tell me what you need to come. Tell me, and I'll give it to you.”
“Just keep... keep doing what you're doing.”
“Slow and steady?” he asks. “Thought you wanted it hard?”
Honestly, I want him anyway I can get him. And to be fair, I did want it fast and hard, until I realized how fucking good sweet and slow felt.
“Please don't stop,” I beg, rolling my hips in time with his. “Please, please, please.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He hovers his mouth over mine. “Now come, Scarlet. Come all over my cock.”
I'm not one to enjoy being told what to do, but here and now, his filthy command is exactly what I need to fall apart.
“Holy fuck,” he groans. “You feel so good. So tight.” His hips stutter, and he presses forcefully into me as he empties himself inside of me. “Love you, Princess. So damn much.”
“I love you, too. More than I can put into words. I... I spent my whole life looking for someone—anyone—who wanted to keep me.”
“Well, you found it in me. You’re mine, Scarlet. Mine to love. Mine to take care of. Mine to keep. Today, tomorrow, and always.”
“Enough sweet talk.” I reach up and caress his jaw. “I believe you promised to fuck me all night long.”
“Indeed I did,” he growls, somehow flipping us so I’m on top. “Ride me, and I’ll make good on my promise”
I swivel my hips, and he damn sure delivers. All. Night. Long.