Chapter Twenty-Six Eliott #2
‘You don’t like it?’ I pretend to pout as I shuffle back slightly and drop to my knees. ‘That’s a shame.’ I lean forward and let my lips ghost against the tip of his dick. ‘Because we were just about to have some fun.’ I run my tongue along his head and then everything seems to happen all at once.
Dane’s hands come up to fist my hair tightly. Not painfully, never painfully, but hard enough for me to know that I’m no longer the one holding the reins here.
‘ Eliott ,’ he rasps out as he guides me back into a seated position. ‘You’re going to be the fucking death of me.’ He lays me back down onto the bed and comes to hover over me. ‘But I’m not complaining.’
He captures my lips in another scorching kiss before finally sliding on the condom. ‘Do you trust me, baby?’
I nod without even having to think about it and he treats me to my favourite lopsided grin in return.
‘Good.’ And then he’s pressing my toy back up against my clit and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head.
My entire body shakes, stars start to swarm behind my eyelids. I’m close.
I’m so close .
My toys have always been able to get me there, but it’s never felt this good before. Never felt so all-consuming. So addictive. So right .
‘That’s it.’ Dane’s voice cuts through the thick maze of thoughts rushing through my mind. ‘Come on, baby.’ He changes the pulsating setting on my toy to something a little faster and stronger. ‘Come for me.’
My mouth falls open in a soundless scream as fireworks erupt in my vision and my entire body turns into a live wire. Every touch, every kiss, every breath sends shockwave after shockwave surging through me and then—
‘ Dane .’ His name comes out as a choked sob as he slides into me, pushing against the still spasming walls of my pussy.
‘ Eliott … fucking… God. Eliott .’
My walls clench around him with each well-timed stroke. His fingers dig into the skin around my waist, pulling me in closer like he can’t get enough of me, and the realisation sends yet another burst of pleasure shooting through me.
This is sex.
Everything I’ve experienced up till now has been a sham and I don’t know how I’m going to go back to living that kind of life now that I’ve had a taste of this.
‘Perfect,’ Dane groans, his strokes becoming more frenzied with each passing second. ‘Just – perfect .’
I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him in close. ‘Dane?’
‘Yeah, baby?’
I press my lips against the shell of his ear and whisper the same three words that had me coming undone just a few minutes ago. ‘Come for me.’
He freezes for one long second, and then his entire body shudders as he thrusts into me hard and deep. ‘ Eliott —’
I swallow my name on his tongue as he finishes and plant soft, chaste kisses down his neck as we both lay there, catching our breath.
‘Like I said,’ he pants, breaking the silence after a minute or two. ‘You’re going to be the death of me.’
I laugh as he rolls off me, scooping me up into a sweaty hug as he goes. ‘No complaints though?’
He tilts my chin upwards and presses a soft kiss against my lips. ‘No complaints.’
The wrong kind of buzzing noise wakes me up the next morning. It’s loud and urgent and doesn’t come with the waves of pleasure I’ve started to associate with a noise like that.
I groan and pull the blankets up over my head. ‘Someone really wants to talk with you.’
Beside me, wrapped up in my blankets like it’s a toga, Dane huffs out an equally unimpressed groan. ‘Don’t care.’
He shifts in the bed and drapes an arm over my side, tucking me into him. That’s how we fell asleep last night – with Dane curled protectively around me, hot and sweaty after two and a half more rounds of toe-curling sex – and there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.
A very large part of me is more than content to stay in this spot until we get at least one more round under our belts, but the rational side of me wins this particular war.
Dane’s phone angrily vibrates again and I emerge from the blanket nest we’ve created and reach for my own phone.
No missed calls or messages, so it’s probably nothing urgent but…
‘It’s 8am,’ I yawn. ‘We should probably start getting ready.’
Dane lets out a grunt of disapproval as his arm comes to wrap a little tighter around my waist, firmly holding me in place. ‘Ten more minutes.’
‘You said that thirty minutes ago.’
Another grunt.
I snort and start to slowly extract myself from his grip. If Dane has his way we’ll never leave the bed and, as tempting as that sounds, I’ve still got a job to do.
‘Come on,’ I say, sliding out of the bed. ‘And check your phone. It might be important.’
Another grunt, though this one is at least accompanied by a yawn and a stretch as Dane reluctantly sits upright and reaches for his phone. He blinks blearily at the screen and then lets out a sharp bark of laughter.
‘What is it?’ I crawl back into the bed and peer over his shoulder at his phone. There’s a notification for several missed calls – all from Cash – and a stream of unread messages, also all from Cash.
CASH
Open your door I can’t sleep.
Dane?
What kind of best man leaves his groom hanging like this?
Wait did you even come back last night?
No. You didn’t. Your welcome basket is still outside your door.
So you and Eliott…
Nice. But now I do owe Amber ￡20. You couldn’t wait until after the wedding??
Wait.
If you two were just gonna buddy up you should’ve let us know. Saved us a bit of money on the hotel room.
Tell Eliott I said hi.
And ask her if I could please have my best man back now because we’re running on a schedule and I didn’t account for Dane being halfway across town on the MORNING OF MY WEDDING.
‘Sounds like your groom needs you,’ I laugh as I roll back out of bed and start padding towards the bathroom. ‘You should probably go and meet up with him before he has an aneurysm.’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Dane chuckles, thumbs already moving at lightning speed to type out a reply.
‘Think he’s getting cold feet?’ I call from the bathroom.
‘No way,’ Dane scoffs. I can hear the sound of him rustling around for his clothes. ‘Those two were made for each other. He’s just excited. Probably wants to go over his speech a couple times too.’
The bathroom door creaks open and Dane’s still-sleepy face appears in the crack. ‘Do you need any help carrying anything back to the villa?’
‘I’m good.’ It had been a flimsy excuse last night, and it’s even flimsier in the warm light of day. ‘You go. I’ll see you in a couple hours.’
I take a step towards the shower, but Dane is quicker. His hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me towards him, and then his lips are on mine before I even have the chance to think about protesting.
Not that I want to.
I could easily get used to this.
Waking up with Dane curled around me, his dick pressing into the curve of my lower back. Soft kisses stolen beneath the blankets. Warm, wandering hands reverently exploring every inch of my body.
I could definitely get used to this.
And that’s dangerous.
Because it’s only a matter of time before this all comes crashing down on me and Dane does what Dane always does and moves on to the next woman.
It’s stupid of me, but I ignore the warning bells ringing in my mind and let myself cling onto this version of Dane. The one who apparently doesn’t care about my morning breath as he swipes his tongue along my bottom lip to deepen our kiss.
The one holding my face so gently, you’d swear I was the most precious thing in the world to him.
Like he loves me the way I’m pretty sure I love him.