Chapter 16 #2
I closed my eyes, letting her control me. Own me.
Ella cleared her throat. “I’ve asked you this once before but I’m going to ask it again. Are you seeing anyone?”
“No.” It took every bit of willpower I had not to grab her and pull her onto my body.
Nothing had changed from before. The sheer want was still the same. The lass was still eighteen and had barely lived.
“I hurt you,” she decided. “I’m just piecing it all together. I talked up my freedom and coming away to university. I kissed you, a lot, and spent the night in your bed. All while chattering away about spreading my wings.”
I adjusted myself on the chair, gripping the hard sides, my groin tightening at the memory of the last night we’d spent together. “Everything you did was right. Is right.”
“Gordain McRae. Open your eyes and look at me.” Her turn to make the demand.
I complied.
“I’m sorry,” she said, a gentle expression on her beautiful face. “No wonder you steered clear of me.”
“I wanted ye to live that freedom you craved. I still do.”
“What if I’ve had enough of it?”
I gave a half-laugh, because it hurt to even imagine us together. I’d pushed away the thoughts for so long. “After a few months? You haven’t even tried.”
Ella regarded me. “And if I did? Try? What then?”
My breath left me.
She continued, “If I somehow fast-forward time to a point you consider me worthy of you, what do I need to have done?”
“Worthy of me?”
“Answer the question.”
Involuntarily, my hands left their grip on the chair and took her hips, her white dress hitched high on her thighs. I dug my thumbs into her flesh, and Ella gave a little moan. It went straight to my cock.
“You’d have spread your wings and flown. You’d have looked around and come back. Ye wouldnae be settling for me.”
Like an idiot, I’d said it, admitted what I wanted. Her. But the version of her not wondering if she was missing out.
The words hung between us, then Ella dropped onto my lap, her lips millimetres from mine, and said, “Done.”
Set loose by her single word, we attacked one another. Hands grasping the other tight, lips meeting in an explosive kiss. Ella’s mouth opened, and I thrust my tongue inside, stroking hers.
She met me move for move, grinding down on me, almost hurting where I was so hard and ready to go.
I wanted the pain.
We shouldn’t be doing this, especially as we’d just agreed she wasn’t ready, but that couldn’t stop our momentum.
“I want you so badly,” Ella said against my cheek. “I’ve missed you and thought about you and needed this.” She kissed over my face and around to my neck. Then she lightly bit my earlobe.
My blood roared.
I stood, holding her in my arms, then knelt on the bed.
Ella dragged me down onto her, and we rolled on her narrow mattress, legs intertwining, mouths fused.
Months of nothing but my own hand had me acting without thinking.
At Ella’s prompting, I raised up on an elbow and dragged my t-shirt over my head then tossed it to the end of the bed.
She gazed at my chest with hunger. “You’re pierced.”
“New.”
She raised her gaze to mine in question.
“It was that or another tattoo. I’d needed…” Sex was what I’d needed. Her body on mine. But I wasn’t going there.
“Interesting,” she replied and leaned in, enclosing her mouth over my nipple.
“Ah, fuck.” I dropped my head back, mind blown with her forwardness. Before, in my tower, she’d been bold but clearly intimidated. Now, she was pushing boundaries.
Ella tongued my piercing, rolling it around.
She reached for my belt buckle.
My fever spiked and had me moving. Taking control, I fitted myself between her legs, her dress rucked up around her waist, now, with her delicate white underwear on display.
“Have you been taking care of yourself?” My voice came out with a hint of a growl. I seized her thighs and pushed her legs wider.
“Every time I’ve been alone, it’s been you I had on my mind when I did this.” Ella palmed her breasts through her dress.
“Then it’s my turn to get you off.” Without pause, I ducked my head and pressed my mouth right over her clit, through her lacy briefs.
The scent of her filled my nose, and I inhaled, instantly harder than ever before.
More, my body roared. I twisted my finger under the strap of her pretty underwear and dragged them down her long, smooth legs.
A groan ripped out of me at the sight of her. Bared to me.
“You’re so beautiful.” I leaned up to kiss her gorgeous mouth one more time, then moved south to get to work. Spreading her wide open with my hands, I placed my mouth directly on her clit and sucked.
Ella yelled my name.
I sucked again, harder, and ran a finger down, pushing inside her.
She bucked under me.
The second I lay my tongue on Ella, I was a goner. Her taste was everything I’d been missing. “I knew it. So fucking sweet.”
I licked her, hard, and she moaned and writhed. I fucked her with my finger, adding another, sliding through her wetness and caressing her.
Between my mouth and hand, I worked her, my dick hard and aching in my jeans, my world her pleasure.
“Gordain!” she cried, and her hips jacked, moving in time with my hand.
I sped up, loving her little noises, every sharp inhale and breathy swear word uttered. Then, finally, she exploded. Ella dug her nails into my scalp, gasping soundlessly, her orgasm tightening around my hand, her body arching up.
She dropped back onto the bed, breathing heavily. I withdrew my fingers but licked her once more, lazily, loving my task so fully I didn’t want to stop.
“Your turn.” Ella sat up and reached for my belt.
I grabbed her wrist. “We’re not going there.”
“I’m returning the favour,” she said and laid her lips on mine, kissing me and shaking off my grip.
“God,” I said with a groan, helpless as she unzipped me, freeing my cock.
“I’ve never done this before so I’m working it out as I go.” Ella grasped me in her fist and gave me a hard stroke.
“Oh fuck.” My head spun, pleasure spiralling.
“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” she said then ducked her head and enclosed the end of my cock with her hot mouth.
My roar could be heard on the moon. Crashing back against the wall, I took hold of her head, helping to guide her first attempt at a blow job. Not that she needed my help—every move she made was heaven-sent.
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.
Actually, I needed to taste more of her.
Two could play at this game.
“Shift around,” I ordered through gritted teeth.
Ella lifted her head in surprise. I lay out alongside her with my head at her waist then hauled her above me, her thighs over my shoulders.
“Oh!” she said with a sharp inhale.
I licked into her with easy strokes.
Ella got with the programme quickly, and her mouth took my cock once more.
Her moans as we worked together were the best sounds I’d ever heard. It was all I could do not to explode into her mouth.