Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FERN
W e make it to my house in record time. I had no idea he drove a Pagani Huayra.
Lysander has one just like it. They’re pretty expensive.
Maybe this is my brother’s car. I had no idea they were so close that Lysander would let him drive one of his babies though.
He usually doesn’t let anyone borrow his toys.
It’s not like it matters. I can’t think of much when we make it to my house. I open the garage with my phone so he can slide it inside. When I jump out of his car, he’s already by my side, pushing me against the window and door.
His eyes are dark and mischievous tonight. He runs a thumb over my mouth, tracing my lips sensually. Slowly, making me want him even more. That simple touch is making me ache at my core. He puts his other hand around my neck, holding the base of my head, bends closer, and captures my mouth.
I suck in a breath as he kisses me.
His tongue swoops inside my mouth. My mind whirls with anticipation as my body shudders with need. The rawness of the kiss opens places inside of me that I never thought would be unlocked.
This is different.
I’ve been kissed before, but never like this. Never with this kind of thirst. His lips are filled with yearning, just like mine. We’ve waited too long, and now I don’t want this to stop. I fear that if we separate, I will go mad. But if we keep going…
“Don’t think,” he whispers, retaking my mouth.
His hands caress my body, and my arms move to the back of his neck. I cling to him before I fall apart. I surrender, letting him take charge of us and embracing the heat of the moment, wishing that he never lets me go.
He kisses me as if I’m his first adventure. A new experience that might end too soon. He demands all my attention and consumes me.
We absorb each other into the kiss, and then he pulls back, but not before running his tongue along my jaw.
“Where is your room?” he mumbles.
“Upstairs.”
He almost runs to my room. When we reach my bed, he looks at me with the hunger of a starving wolf. He licks his lips, looking at me as if I’m a dessert—a decadent, rich, sweet chocolate dessert that he’ll devour all night long.
He takes off my jacket, and when I’m about to help, he says, “I’m in charge, Fern. For once, let me take care of you.”
I almost moan with the sound of his voice. It’s hard not to undress and just ask him to fuck me, to make everything better. To fill me.
His fingers trail down my neck and to my collarbone. He slides his index finger between my breasts. The simple touch tightens my skin with desire. Elliot bends and kisses the top of my chest as his hands go around my back.
He pulls down the zipper of my dress without even having to see it. Then, he pulls down one strap and then the other, pushing the dress down and leaving me bare except for a lacy thong.
A low rumble comes out of his throat as he stares at me. “You’re so beautiful.”
He grazes my nipple with one hand, his eyes never leaving mine. It tightens, and I moan when he takes his hands away from me.
“What do you want, Fern?” His eyes never leave mine.
I don’t know what to say. “No one has ever asked me that.”
He shakes his head, maybe disappointed because I’m too inexperienced, or perhaps he was expecting me to have some kink. He grazes my face with his hand. “I bet no one has cared to please you or help you find what you love in bed.”
There’s a sadness in his eyes, and I don’t know how to translate it because it disappears almost immediately.
He presses his mouth against mine and kisses me.
This time there’s no rush, just sweetness, maybe understanding.
We move without separating, and suddenly, I’m on the bed with Elliot on top of me.
He trails his fingers along my skin. Starting at my neckline until he takes my left breast, squeezing it first with his hand and then skimming his fingers around it, making my nipples ache as they tighten with need.
Elliot leaves my mouth and I almost whimper at the loss of him but gasp when he sucks on my nipple, his tongue swirling around it. “Next time, we’ll play with ice and maybe some champagne.” His voice is wicked, lustful, so unlike him.
He laps at my breast while his hand squeezes the other, pinching it and sending an electric shock filled with pleasure throughout my nervous system. His fingers trail down to my stomach, stopping right where the elastic of my thong covers my skin. He sweeps his fingers under the thin fabric.
His thumb caresses my clit and circles it, pulling a long moan out of my chest. I open my legs wide, pushing my hips against his hand.
“You’re greedy, aren’t you, Fern?”
I don’t have time to answer because suddenly one of his big, calloused fingers works its way inside my wet folds.
He caresses me before he pushes it all the way inside, making me gasp.
I’m expecting that he’ll finger fuck me, but he suddenly moves away from me.
I feel cold, and I miss his body already.
When I look at him, he’s undressing, fast. I stare at his thick, long cock, licking my lips. He’s bigger than I thought, and I want him inside of me, now.He pulls out his wallet, takes a condom out, and puts it on the nightstand.
He kneels in front of me, spreading my legs.
He lowers his head, placing a kiss on each inner thigh before he laps at my folds.
His big fingers slide inside me. The three of them open me and they thrust in and out.
I close my eyes as his mouth and fingers move.
Each thrust makes me moan louder and louder, sending waves of heat through my entire body.
The pleasure builds, faster and faster. I’m feverish, desperate, needing him to lick me faster. There’s a zing of electricity creating an explosion and suddenly I’m bursting. My entire body blows up into tiny pieces of passion created by the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
I wheeze. My lungs can’t suck in enough air, there’s a vacuum and all I want is him. More kisses, more of whatever he’s giving me. But then, when his eyes find mine, fear squeezes my neck. What am I going to do when he leaves? This is it, tonight.
How am I supposed to?—
“Don’t overthink,” he orders. “Enjoy the moment. Tonight.”
He stands up and rolls the condom along his length. Before he climbs onto the bed, he says, “We can stop.”
I stare at his six-pack abs, the lines of every defined muscle on his chest, his tattoos. I want him, even if it’s only for tonight. This is better, we know what to expect and when it’s over. I’ve heard that one-night stands can be very satisfying. So far, Elliot has met my expectations.
“Please, don’t stop.”
He grins and sighs. “Thank fuck, I don’t think I could’ve survived stopping.”
He kneels between my open legs, holding his hard length and guiding it to my entrance. He sinks in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me. As we fuse, he watches me. It’s like looking at a big predator finally catching his prey—and worshiping her.
He fills me in ways I never thought possible. We’re open, vulnerable, and looking at each other like looking at mirrors filled with longing and desperation. I never thought I needed him as much as I do until now, when we’re fused.
We move our bodies in the same rhythm as we become one.
My heart races as he pushes himself deeper, almost rooting himself inside me.
The tempo of our movement switches from slow to faster, we’re desperate to become one, to…
I don’t want this to end, ever, and I hold the tears back because I’ve never felt this way before.
“Stay with me,” he whispers. “We have all night. In the morning, before I leave, you’ll know what you want in bed, I promise. This one… this one is for me. I want to feel?—”
What he wants to feel, he doesn’t say. Suddenly the build of my next orgasm is taking away my last coherent thought. Big, pulsating waves are overtaking my body again. Elliot thrusts faster, harder, deeper, and we both moan.
We collide.
We blend.
This is a thermonuclear fusion.
Suddenly, I feel like I own him, or he possesses every part of me. After this, we might never be able to think of ourselves as individuals. We might be just one person with two intertwined souls.