4. Brielle #2
Elliot stands up abruptly, keeping me in his arms as he turns and sets me down on my desk. “Your leg–” I start to protest, but Elliot captures the sound in his mouth, sucking all the air out of my lungs in a punishing, devastating kiss.
“I have a great physical therapist who taught me some stretches that have really helped,” he rasps into the shell of my ear when we break apart.
I’m panting and a little lightheaded from the intensity of it all, but I love every second. I’ve never felt more alive.
Elliot grips my inner thighs and spreads my legs so he can get closer to my aching core. He grinds his thick dick against me and tangles his fingers in my hair, tilting my head up and nipping at my jaw.
A shiver runs through me when he covers the little bite with a sweet kiss. He’s dominant, demanding, and territorial, while also being tender and caring. It’s addictive, the way he handles me.
“Need to taste more of you, sunshine.”
I’m so lost in the way his cock is rubbing against my throbbing clit, I hardly register his words. I nod my head, knowing I’ll like whatever Elliot does next. It’s all new to me, but I can’t wait for him to own me, body and soul.
And then I remember where we are.
“W-wait,” I manage to squeak out. Elliot freezes and drops his hands, and I can tell he’s about to apologize for going too far. “The door,” I finish, nodding to my office door. “Lock it.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face, making the dull, throbbing ache in my core sharpen to a point. He flips the lock on my door, ensuring no one can walk in on us. Am I really letting this sexy beast of a man have his way with me in my office? A client, no less?
“Are you sure?” Elliot asks as he steps between my thighs again.
I nod, and he gives me a look, letting me know he needs my words. “I’m sure,” I tell him. “I, uh, I guess you should know I’ve never done… well, any of this.” I wave a hand between us, gesturing vaguely and hoping he understands.
“Any of…?” He furrows his brow and tilts his head to the side, assessing me with those deep green eyes of his. I see the moment my words hit. Elliot’s eyes grow wide, his nostrils flaring as he looks me up and down as if seeing me for the first time.
Elliot groans, the sound painful. I worry for a moment he hurt his leg, but then he leans over me, resting his forehead on mine. We share the same breath, both of us trembling with desire.
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin, sunshine?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, his voice shaking. I nod, pulling out another tortured groan from my growly mountain man. “You deserve better than this,” he says after a moment of silence.
I whine in frustration. “But–”
“I’ll take care of you, honey. Don’t you worry about that.” Oh, lordy, his eyes darken with lust, and I squeeze my thighs together to try and get some relief. Elliot chuckles, the sound rough and deep, sending chills up and down my spine.
Is it possible to come from someone’s voice alone?
“Just relax, Brielle. Let me show you how much pleasure your curvy little body can handle.”
Elliot trails kisses down my neck, slipping the straps of my dress over my shoulders and pulling the top down. I gasp when he strokes my bare stomach, then moan as Elliot undoes the front clasp of my bra. He stares at me for a moment, taking in what I’ve never shown another man.
"Gorgeous. Perfect," Elliot grunts before diving in and sucking on one nipple. I throw my head back at the sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my sensitive peaks. Elliot licks the other nipple and then closes his lips around it and sucks. Hard.
I squeeze my thighs around his hips and lean back on my hands, giving him more access. His hands and mouth cover every inch of my breasts and torso with kisses, bites, pinches, and soothing strokes.
I’ve always been a bigger girl, as my mother never fails to point out, but I’ve never been more aware of every stretch mark, every roll, every imperfection on my body.
Especially when I’m in the presence of a freaking ripped god of a man.
But Elliot doesn’t leave any space for self-doubt.
It’s clear he likes what he sees. What he feels. What he tastes.
Elliot nips at the tops of my breasts then lavishes them with kisses and kneels in front of me.
He scrunches the skirt of my dress up so the material is bunched around my stomach, shouldering my knees apart so he's staring right at my panty-covered pussy.
I know he sees how shamefully wet I am. How wet he's made me.
Elliot leans forward and covers the wet spot with his mouth, sucking on the fabric and making me gasp in surprise.
He grunts into my pussy and breathes in deep.
Holy hell, this man is fucking hot. Everything he does.
Elliot hooks his thumbs into the side of my panties and slowly drags them down my legs until I'm bare before him. For a few seconds, he just stares at me. It's unnerving. No one has ever seen me like this. Touched me like this. Ruined me like this.
He peppers kisses up the insides of my thighs, first one, and then the other. Then he parts my lips with his thumbs and lets out a strangled moan.
“Jesus Christ, you’re dripping for me. I need it. Need to taste it. Need to.” He sounds like a man possessed. I love it. How am I the one doing this to him? Why me?
I don’t have time to overthink it before his tongue is sliding through my folds.
I gasp and moan, falling backward onto the desk.
Elliot licks me up and down, humming into my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I swear I feel his wet, hot tongue deep in my core, the liquid heat pooling inside me and filling my veins with burning ecstasy.
Elliot leans back slightly, and I whimper at the loss of him. Then he swipes two fingers up my slit, pulling my pussy lips open and forming a cage around my clit with his fingers. My eyes slam shut as his tongue makes contact with my isolated bundle of nerves.
The whole world zooms down to just Elliot and me.
He sucks down on me fiercely and my body winds up fast and hard.
When I'm about to come, he backs away and pushes his tongue inside of me, lapping at my throbbing channel.
One finger finds my clit and he brushes it softly, never letting me go over the edge but making sure I'm still right there.
“Please, please…” I whine, squirming beneath him and trying to get him where I need him most. I’m still somewhat aware of our surroundings, so I’m trying to keep my obnoxious noises down.
I’m not sure if I can contain myself for much longer, though.
I never thought I’d be in this position, but right now, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.
Elliot continues to torture my swollen, sensitive cunt with his tongue.
His finger circles my entrance, over and over, then dips inside.
I moan, feeling my tight channel stretch around his large digit.
God, I can’t even imagine what his cock is going to feel like.
I don’t know if I’ll survive, but I sure as hell want to try.
He slowly works his finger in and out of me with gentle thrusts, then he curls it up. Holy. Fucking. Shit. My body spasms violently, causing my thighs to close around his head and my back to bow off the desk.
“Feel good?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly, sending another shiver up my spine.
“So… good…” I gasp. He curls his finger up again and rubs that spot, then taps it over and over. “Elliot! Elliot… I…”
He fingerfucks me hard and sucks on my clit, growling into my pussy. My muscles lock up tight, each thrust and rough lick sending me higher, higher, higher…
And then I shatter.
I whimper his name and claw at the desk as my orgasm ravishes me. Elliot slides his hands underneath my ass and pulls me closer, burying his face into my pulsing cunt and drinking down all of my release. I squeeze my eyes shut and fall into pleasure so intense I think I might pass out.
“You’re okay, honey. I’ve got you.”
I open my eyes, noticing I’m on the couch, curled up in Elliot’s lap. “I... What?”
He chuckles softly, the hearty sound traveling through my body, warming up my bones. I’ve never heard him laugh like this.
“I lost you there for a minute. I take it, you were pleased?” He’s smirking at me, which is another first that I absolutely adore.
“I am very pleased,” I grin back at him.
“So, you’ll stay with me, then?”
I blink at Elliot, not sure where that came from. “I didn’t say that…”
“But you trust me, right? You trusted me with your body just now. You trusted me with a little piece of your story earlier. So trust me now. Trust that I want to take care of you.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t let them fall.
Elliot’s dark green eyes peer into mine, begging me to say yes, to stay with him.
I don’t know why he suddenly wants to protect me, but I’m in no position to turn down help.
Especially from the gruff, sexy, surprisingly sweet mountain man.
I can’t let him think he’s won that easily, however.
"Let's make a deal," I tell him, straightening up in his lap. "I'll stay with you if you wake me up like that every morning." I was mostly teasing, but the hungry look in his eyes lets me know he's very much on board with that plan.
“Done,” he growls.
I laugh at his eagerness, then kiss his cheek. My grumpy, vulnerable, and somehow adorable Elliot. I think I’m half in love with him already. I just hope he doesn’t break my heart.
“Unfortunately, I do have a job to get back to. One that requires clothing and a modicum of professionalism.”
“Rude,” he deadpans, making me giggle. I love that he jokes with me in his own way. “But I understand.” Elliot helps me get dressed, though he refuses to give me my panties back. “I need them more than you do,” he insists.
I glare at him playfully, and he sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. This man. “Fine. I suppose I don’t want to put on dirty underwear anyway.” Elliot grins victoriously, making me laugh and roll my eyes.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest before kissing the top of my head. “Thank you for letting me in, sunshine. I’ll have my friend look at your car today and then I’ll be here to pick you up when you get off work. When does your last appointment end?”
“Four,” I tell him, relaxing into his embrace.
“Four it is.” Elliot gives me one last lingering kiss, then unlocks the door and steps out into the hallway, leaving me breathless and slumped against my desk.
I can’t believe that just happened. And I already can’t wait to do it again.