Chapter Twenty-Six Eliott
The sense of déjà vu is almost overwhelming.
We’ve been here before. Frantically clawing at each other’s clothes as we stumble around in the darkness.
It feels different this time, though.
We’re not two horny strangers with nothing but a mutual physical attraction between us to keep us going.
There’s something more this time.
The air between us is thick with anticipation, charged with a potent mix of desire and something much deeper. It’s more than just passion or us trying to satisfy a craving.
I feel it in the way Dane holds me, soft and gentle, as he lowers me down onto the bed with him.
It’s in the way he whispers my name almost reverently as he starts to pepper slow, tender kisses down my body.
It’s in the way I arch into his touch, my body reacting to his every caress like it’s the first time I’ve ever experienced anything like this.
Hell, it might as well be.
‘Gorgeous,’ Dane murmurs as I finish discarding the last piece of clothing I have on. His eyes are dark and heavy and I feel my entire body flush as his heated gaze takes its time roving over me. ‘Have I ever told you that?’
‘You might’ve mentioned it once or twi— Ah .’ My words and any hope of coherent thought are drowned out by the whimper he coaxes out of me as he leans forward and catches my nipple in his mouth. ‘Not fair.’
I shudder as his chuckle reverberates through me, but he doesn’t stop. In fact, every moan that falls from my lips seems to spur him on. I feel his lips curve into a grin as he brings up his free hand to palm at my other breast while his tongue rolls torturous circles around my nipple.
I wiggle beneath him impatiently, desperate for more. He takes the hint and satisfaction surges through me as his free hand skitters down my body and gives my pussy one firm but gentle stroke.
‘God.’
I’ve never been this vocal before in bed, but Dane somehow knows exactly what to do to have me keening beneath him.
How?
How can it possibly be this good?
I see stars as he slips a finger between my lips, his thumb pressed firmly against my clit.
I suddenly feel it – that telltale building of pleasure in the pit of my stomach.
That feeling of déjà vu is back again. Suddenly it’s two and a half years ago and I’m back in my bedroom, pinning all my hopes on Dane for an orgasm.
‘Relax, baby.’ Dane slides his finger out of me and I immediately miss his touch. He comes to sit beside me on the bed and pulls me onto his lap as he goes. I probably enjoy that a little too much. The way he can effortlessly lift me up like I’m a doll.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself forward until my breasts are flush against his chest. ‘I am relaxed.’
‘You’re not.’ He starts rubbing soothing circles into my thighs. ‘You’re overthinking things. Relax .’
I do what he says and try to force my brain to switch off. I allow myself to lean into the abundance of pleasant sensations currently coursing through me as Dane’s fingers dance back down towards my pussy.
‘I wish you could see yourself right now,’ Dane says, his voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper by this point.
‘You’re so beautiful, baby.’ He slips in another finger and curls them both inside me.
My entire body shakes, but Dane holds me firmly in place with his other hand. ‘Did you pack your toy?’
I freeze and my throat suddenly feels dry. ‘Huh?’
Dane looks at me in amusement. He shifts slightly and slides his fingers out of me. The movement jostles me a little and I get another taste of delicious friction as his dick slides against my clit.
‘Did you bring your toy?’ he asks again.
‘Why?’
He raises a brow. ‘So we can use it. Like I said. Remember?’
I nod furiously. It’ll be a long time before I ever forget that particular phone call. ‘I guess I just thought you meant we’d use it after.’
His expression turns serious. There’s no trace of any humour in it now. ‘After what?’
The urge to reach for a blanket to cover myself up right now is all-consuming. Every inch of me feels hot and not in a good way. ‘After you finish,’ I manage to force out. ‘Then we’d do me.’
He sits upright fully but grabs my thighs and keeps me in place so I’m still sitting flush against him. ‘Eliott, baby. No.’
My heart stops.
This is it. The moment I’ve been dreading. Dane’s finally realised that sex with me isn’t going to be as fun as he thinks. That the idea of getting me off is too much work for him to bother with. I try to slide off him, but he brings both hands up to my face and cups my cheeks.
I’m straddling him, completely naked, but the way he’s holding my face right now is more intimate than anything we’ve done tonight.
‘You’re not an afterthought, baby,’ he murmurs. The sound of his voice – soft, hazy, filled with something I can’t quite place – is enough to kick-start my heart again. ‘Not with me. Never with me.’ He leans in and steals a kiss. ‘Do you understand?’
I nod, not quite trusting my voice, and he gives me a satisfied smile.
‘Good. Are you ready to get your toy now?’
I hesitate. ‘It’s not cheating?’
Dane snorts. ‘Cheating how?’
I shrug. I don’t want to do this right now. Don’t want to relive the far too many memories I have of being in this exact position. Of men sneering at the thought of using a toy, unwilling to take the apparent blow to their ego.
Dane’s expression softens like he’s read my mind. He brings a hand up to my face again and runs his thumb along my jaw. ‘Good sex is whatever you want it to be, Eliott. It’s all on your terms. If you need some help to get you there, then that’s what we’ll do. No such thing as cheating.’
God. This man.
This fucking man .
I surge forward and capture his lips with mine. Dane lets his hands drop down to my waist and we immediately pick up where we left off.
He sets a slow pace, guiding my hips back and forth so I can slide along his dick. My pussy clenches with each movement.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like this before.
‘Toy,’ Dane groans against my lips as I wiggle my hips in a figure eight formation. ‘Get your toy. Please .’
I roll off him and reach for my suitcase.
I can feel Dane’s eyes on me the entire time and when I turn back to face him again, there’s a fiery intensity burning in his gaze.
He doesn’t blanch at the sight of my toy.
Doesn’t frown or gingerly touch it like it’s something to be ashamed of.
He just reaches for it as I settle myself back on his lap.
‘We don’t—’
‘We do ,’ Dane cuts me off before I can even finish talking. ‘Let me make you happy, baby.’
‘You already do.’
His smile lights up his whole face. ‘Then I’m not planning on stopping any time soon.’
He pulls me in for another searing kiss as his fingers fumble around with my toy. Before I know it, a soft buzzing noise starts to mix in with sounds of our moans and then Dane is pressing my toy against my clit.
‘ Fuck .’ My head rolls back between my shoulder blades and I have to fight to keep upright. It’s difficult, because every single one of my bones suddenly feels like it’s turned into jelly.
‘You’re good, baby.’ Dane’s voice cuts through my increasingly hazy thoughts. ‘You’re doing so good.’
My pussy clenches as he changes the setting on my toy and it begins sucking at my clit in my favourite rhythmic pattern.
‘I can’t— I can’t—’
Dane surges forward, flipping our position and pushing me back into the mattress. He keeps the toy pressed firmly against my clit with one hand and uses the other one to wrap my legs, one by one, around his waist.
‘You can , baby,’ he assures me, leaning forward to press soft, tender kisses along my neck. ‘Does it feel good?’
‘So good.’
I feel him grin against my neck. ‘That’s my girl.’
His girl.
I let out a mewl of displeasure when he pulls away suddenly, taking the toy with him as he goes. My eyes snap open and I hadn’t even realised I’d shut them.
Dane chuckles as he leans over the side of the bed and starts fumbling around for the bag he’d dropped there earlier. He pulls out a condom from the front pocket and tears it open.
His dick looks almost painfully hard, and I can’t stop myself from reaching over to touch it. He freezes, condom in hand, and lets out a shuddery moan as my thumb rubs along his head, spreading pre-cum as I run my fingers down his length.
‘ Eliott .’ The way he says my name is almost like a warning.
I don’t even pretend to heed it.
The sound that comes out of his mouth when I wrap my fingers around his dick and squeeze is more of a muffled roar than a moan.
His entire body shakes, and I take that as an invitation to keep going.
I slowly pump up and down his length, enjoying the way his eyes roll back and how he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth to bite down.
He’s been in control from the very moment we stepped into my room, but it’s time for that to change.
‘Sit back,’ I murmur. His dick twitches in my hand at the order and I file that little nugget of information away for later use.
Dane likes it when I tell him what to do.
He follows my instruction without any hesitation and settles himself against the headboard, his long legs splayed out wide in front of him. Just the sight of him sends another shockwave of pleasure rippling through me. I press my finger against his mouth and pull his bottom lip downwards.
‘Open up.’
Another immediate response. He lets his mouth drop open and I slide a finger inside, relishing the way his tongue wraps itself around my digit.
He lets out a small groan when I pull my finger out and start slowly tracing it down his body.
I take my time as I go, ignoring each little impatient twitch of his dick as I run my soaked finger over his nipples, down his chest, and along the neat line of hair that starts at his belly button and goes down, down, down.
‘Have you always been such a tease?’ Dane grits out. His fingers are gripping the surrounding sheets so tightly, his knuckles have started to pale.