Chapter 20
TWENTY
HORNY TOWN
Gordain
I paced to the door of my dark bedroom. I’d killed the lights, readying to leave, then found myself stalling.
If I went to Ella’s room, I knew what would happen. All the talking I wanted to do would come second to the scorching heat that ignited whenever we were near each other.
The idea of taking it slow was about to be written on paper, caught on fire, and the ashes scattered to the breeze.
I’d dreamed of being inside Ella more times than I could remember.
It was what had led to my second piercing being done.
The last night before offshore duty, I’d found my way to a piercing studio. Handed over my cash. Now, I had a smooth, silver cock ring, right there, where the only person who’d ever see it would be her.
Though, knowing my fucking brothers, they’d find out somehow.
A light tap sounded at my door.
I swung it open.
Ella waited on the other side, her hand to her hip over a long shirt—the only thing she had on, covering her to the top of her thighs—and the other on the doorframe. She pressed her lips together, banked fire in her eyes. “I’m nervous.”
Instantly, my worries evaporated.
Stepping into her space, I wrapped my arms around her. “I didn’t ask you to come here for anything other than your company. I figured we needed time together. Space to talk away from work and studying.”
Ella nodded and dropped her forehead to my chest.
I took a deep inhale, and her scent flooded my nose. My good intentions dropped to the floor. In a moment I was back in horny town. I tilted Ella’s chin up so I could see her eyes.
That fire was burning bright.
“Problem is, I don’t think we’ll be able to sit opposite one another and chat. Do you?” Gently, she propelled me back into my room, then closed the door behind her with her foot.
I gave a grumble of agreement.
“It’s been murder sitting next to you all evening.” She kept walking me backwards.
I let her lead, enjoying where she was taking this.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said how much I missed you.
” Ella’s expression shifted from sheer determination, revealing a flash of something more vulnerable.
“Every morning I’d wake, and for a split second I was full of light, knowing I’d see you for breakfast. Then boom, back to reality with you gone. ”
“I know.” The same had happened to me. Our breakfast dates had easily been the highlight of my day.
In two days, Monday morning, I had the hearing with the RAF, and Jordie’s question popped up into my mind. Would I go back into the air force? I’d be away for a lot longer than a few weeks on a rota.
“You know what I did to get through the day?” I lowered my head to connect our gazes. “I’d reread the messages you sent and looked at pictures of you.” Like a lovesick teenager.
“You did?”
“At work, I had a photo of you in my locker. I took it with me on offshore duty. Had it in my heli cab.”
Ella fixed me with that fierce gaze. “So here’s the thing. I want to be clear on what we are. This slow thing, the push and pull…it’s going somewhere. The idea of me looking around to experience the world. Dating other people. Waiting.”
“That’s over. I don’t want that either.”
“Then we’re dating. Official. No half measures.” She seemed to hold her breath.
Joy and fucking fear shimmered inside me.
I held my muscles taut, the power I was about to hand over holding the potential to tear me to pieces.
“I don’t think I can do casual. If we’re together, I won’t be able to stay away from you.
” I turned us, backing her towards the bed.
“I have no experience with relationships but I know what I’m like when I’m around you. ”
“Wanting everything.” She ran her fingers up my arm. “Wearing your heart on your sleeve.”
“Turns out an all-or-nothing kind of guy can’t change.”
“Good,” she replied. “Because I’m an all-for-you kind of woman.” Ella’s hands slipped down my body to find the hem of my t-shirt. She raised an eyebrow at me, slowly lifting the material.
I let her strip my top half. She inhaled, her gaze roaming over my chest. At my tattoos. My piercing. The blank skin over my heart.
Then she touched the barbell in my nipple, and a grin took her lips. “I thought you might have the other done.”
I laughed softly. “I considered it. Turned out something else caught my eye instead.”
Ella’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
“Wait and see.” I swooped and kissed her, pulling her down with me as I went.
We landed on the quilt, Ella astride me, her bare legs either side of mine. The last time we’d done this, I’d led. This time, Ella pinned me.
“Hands on my hips,” she ordered.
I complied, taking handfuls of her flesh. The long shirt rode up. I slid my hands underneath, tracing the line where her underwear should be.
Nothing there.
Oh, holy fuck.
“You skipped along the hall in just this?” I tugged at the shirt.
“Hush,” she replied then continued her exploration. “Tomorrow, I want a picture of you bare-chested. I want to memorise this art. The patterns on you. I dream about them.” She dipped and laid a kiss to the curve of my shoulder, over the whirring rotor blades pattern. Another to the stags on my pec.
She licked my nipple piercing and I nearly shouted.
“Good thing about being in a big house. No one can hear you scream.” Ella’s mouth curved wickedly.
“You’ll be screaming in a minute,” I replied.
She laughed, but there was an edge to it.
Our humour fell away.
Ella gave me another long, slow kiss, then she sat back, grabbed her shirt, and stripped it off.
No bra, either. Holy hell.
I’d never seen her naked. Her gorgeous long legs, sure. Her pussy, yeah. Not all of her. There was just enough light in the room to reveal her perfect form, her gleaming skin.
Her full tits. Fuck me.
Her hair fell in curls past her shoulder and around her body, black as night and soft as silk. I twisted it around my hand.
She dropped forwards, following my gentle pull.
Hunger had me taking her mouth hard. With one hand at the back of her head, I gripped her hip.
Then, dizzy with need, I broke our kiss so I could admire her again.
I brought both hands to her rib cage, pressing my thumbs in as I ran my hands up to palm her breasts.
Two gorgeous handfuls I needed to taste.
Oh Christ.
Under her, my cock throbbed.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.
A soft smile broached her lips. “You’re beautiful, G. Everything about you. Did you know that?”
Our mouths met in heat and building urgency. Ella’s tongue flitted over mine, and her hands slid around to my back.
Then she raked her fingernails over my skin, just lightly.
I jolted. The sensation was…interesting. “Again.”
She obeyed, scratching harder this time.
Fucking hell. It lit me up.
I flipped us, rearing over her but holding still. Confused.
“You like pain,” Ella informed me. “At least a little bit. I noticed it before when we...were together. I might have obsessed over that.”
“Don’t want to think about why right now, but yeah, that turns me on,” I grumbled. I brought my mouth to hers, then kissed her cheek, under her ear, her neck. Moving down her naked body.
Ella squirmed.
I kissed the swell of her breasts, then took her nipple in my mouth, palming the other, rolling it between my fingers.
Her sharp inhale sent blood to my cock. I was already hard, had been before she’d shown up at my door, thoughts of sex dominating my mind.
But we weren’t going there tonight. Not fully.
Ella still had little experience as far as I knew, and there was no rush.
I repeated the words in my head like a mantra, sucking on her, making her feel good. She writhed underneath me, her hands coasting down my body until they met my waistband.
“Take your jeans off,” she asked, dragging in a breath. “I want to see you. Play with you.”
Play. Sex had never been fun for me before, but it was with Ella. And I wanted her to see my new piercing. To get the look of shock on her face.
I made quick work of removing the rest of my clothes, settling next to her, fully nude.
Except for the ring through the end of my cock. Thick and glinting.
“Oh my— What is that?” She bolted up. “G! Jesus.” She reached out a tentative finger and touched the ring. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” My head swam at her touch.
“It’s a piercing! Is it healed?”
“Yep.”
“Have you, um…” She glanced away, her hand dropping to her knee. “Tried it out?”
I blinked. That shock I was seeking? Seems it was all mine. “Do you mean have I slept with anyone in the past month? God, Ella.”
Her gaze came back to mine. Caution held her features, but she didn’t elaborate.
“No,” I choked out. “I haven’t.”
I badly wanted to tell her how I hadn’t so much as looked at another woman since I’d met her. But that was a slippery slope into feelings and emotions, and the going-slow part of my plan didn’t allow that.
If she knew how I’d steadily fallen deeper and deeper in love, starting the first moment I’d laid eyes on her, that would kill off the fragile moment for sure.
I loved her.
I loved her.
And I needed to get used to the idea myself first, before springing it on her.
I lay back and put my hands behind my head, my broad body exposed, my cock bobbing for her attention. The weight of the ring was new, but the rest was my greatest fantasy come to life.
I rolled my hips. “This is all for you. What do you think?”
Ella snapped her mouth closed. “Remember our first night together? You used your dick to, um…”
“Make you come?”
She blinked. “I’m wondering what that would feel like with the hard ring.” Then her boldness returned. “Can I touch?”
“You’d better.”
She took hold of my cock and ran her thumb over the end.
Christ.
I threw my arm over my eyes. Pushed my shoulders into the bed.
Then heat and warmth enveloped me, and I groaned at Ella’s mouth enclosing my cockhead. She tongued the ring and pulled gently.
The sting of pleasure nearly knocked me out.
“Good?” she asked.
“I think I died and went someplace hot this time,” I mumbled.