Chapter 12 Elana
“I’m not agreeing to anything just yet. This doesn’t mean I forgive you or that I’m coming with you.” My hand is still resting on his chest, and I don’t want to move it.
“Okay?”
“But you’re right. I want you. I’m sure it’s obvious.”
“It is.” His lips tip up hopefully.
“I know you want me to stay with you. But do you want this, too?” I glide my hand lower, making my intentions clear.
“Yes. A million times, yes.” He leans into the contact, offering himself to me.
“Alright. Now’s your chance to show me.”
Faster than I can see he grabs me around the waist and pulls me against him.
“Like this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“How’s this?” he asks, then threads his hand through my hair and tips my head up for a searing kiss.
It takes me a moment to answer.
“That’s good too.”
He kisses me again. Any resistance I felt is crumbling.
“And if I were to do this?” He runs his hands down my side to my waist, then lifts me like I weigh nothing. My breath whooshes out of me and my cheeks flush. I guess getting swept into my lover’s arms makes me swoon just a little.
“Oh Rotten. Yes, that works.”
“And if I ask you to wrap your legs around me?” He cocks a brow piratically, and I can’t help smiling.
“I’d do it.” I loop my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. It almost feels like a dream, how perfectly we fit together. Perfect for the moment, at least.
His shoulder ridges recede quickly as I cling to him. It’s so easy to read his body language with his softening shoulders and hardening erection. And I’m glad. I often get lost trying to understand others. Is he still struggling to understand me?
He can sense my feelings, but there’s so much to interpret.
It’s like he needs flash cards to understand the nuances of my emotions: I’m horny for you, but I’m afraid you won’t like me.
I want you to rail me, but I’m awkward with saying how I feel.
Please fuck me now and P.S. I hope you’re not a complete villain.
Though my mind is spinning, Rotten is still focused on the task at hand.
Now that my body’s wrapped around his like a monkey, his hands move to support my ass.
I wish he’d do more than support. I want him to touch me, to penetrate me again.
I want all of him, except the part of him that kinda sorta might be evil.
My breaths are coming hard and fast now. All I’m wearing under my dress is a matching thong, and the light slip of fabric does nothing to protect me from the heat of Rotten’s abs under my pussy. The contact sends desire flaring through my blood, but it’s not enough.
“Elana,” Rotten sighs my name like he can hear my thoughts.
“Mmmhhh.” I’m so turned on I can barely speak.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply.
“I can’t wait. I want you to be mine.” He nibbles my neck and my hips move reflexively, seeking more friction.
If he truly is a bad guy, then going any further would be a horrible mistake.
But look how hard he’s working, getting my permission every step of the way.
He’s reining in his grabbiest instincts even if it hurts.
That’s not what a bad guy does. He must be at least somewhat good.
“Ask for what you want.” I need to hear the words, understand exactly what he’d have grabbed if he could.
“Elana, can I take you right here, right now?” The words sound like a solemn request, but his eyes are sparkling with hope. There’s a purity in his earnestness, a core of sweetness, even though what we’re doing is filthy.
I hesitate for a moment, checking with my heart that this is the path I’m committed to take. I’ll have to deal with both sides of Rotten if I do. Take the good with the bad. Take it all.
“Yes.” My answer slips from my mouth before I can finish my thought. Because of course I want all of him and I want it now.
He makes a low growling noise and shifts position so that he’s supporting my entire weight with one hand. The other hand fumbles around with the fastening of his pants and then roughly pushes up my dress. I shiver as the cool air hits my bare ass. And then his hand is there and all I feel is heat.
He grabs my ass, rough but not hurtful, squeezing like it’s something precious that he can’t get enough of.
I can’t get enough of him either. I rub against his abs again, desperately seeking some friction against my pussy.
I can’t let myself think about how shameless I am, how much of a risk I’m taking to get him inside me.
I’ve got to keep moving, reaching for him with my body and soul, while blocking out my brain.
I’m moving so much that the thong wedges awkwardly in my pussy. I make a whining noise. Why did I even bother with the thong? Hadn’t I wanted to end up like this all along? I did, of course I did. Rotten seems to understand and moves his fingers to the thong’s string waistband.
“Shall I?” he asks with a smile.
“Of course you should.”
“That’s my girl.” He laughs and jerks the flimsy cloth from my body in one smooth move. The sound of fabric ripping and my gasp echoes between the alley walls. I don’t care if anyone can hear me now. All that matters is getting him inside me.
“Loosen your grip,” he says. It takes me a moment to understand that I’m too high up on his body for him to fuck me. “I’ll take care of everything.”
“Ahhhh, you’re such a good boy.” I sigh, unlooping my arms from his neck.
He growls again. It should be awkward, the way he slides me down his body.
But he's’ so strong that it feels effortless, and soon I can feel the waistband of his pants brushing against my bare pussy.
Even though he’s got me fully in his grasp, I hug his torso for balance and wait for him to close the last inch.
I want to tell him to do it, to go ahead and fuck me, but I wait for him to ask.
“Elana, I’m going to…. No. Wait, I’ll ask properly. Can I fuck you now?” His body quivers under my hands.
“Yes, Rotten. Yes, yes, yes.”
His hand flex on my ass like his last shred of control is breaking.
In a flash, he slides me down that short distance to his thick erection, using his hand to guide himself into me.
Even though I'm dripping with excitement, it’s still a stretch because of his enormous girth.
He works me down his cock slowly, making sure it glides in smoothly with shallow thrusts.
I feel gloriously filled by him, and I wiggle as he holds me there, spread and impaled.
He spins and presses me against the wall, giving him the leverage he needs to withdraw and thrust into me more fully. I squeeze my eyes closed as pleasure assaults my senses.
“Could you look at me?” he asks.
I open my eyes and tilt my head up. His eyes are bright with determination and affection.
“I love your expression when I fuck you. You look so happy and free,” he says.
My heart thuds in response. No one I’ve ever met would describe me as happy and free.
“Thank you,” I say, and he smiles.
As he moves within me again, we maintain eye contact. It’s hard for me to keep from closing my eyes as he hits that pleasure spot deep inside me, but I try for his sake. I want him to see how good he’s making me feel and to understand that he’s given me a gift: permission to be my wild self.
“I love you Elana,” Rotten whispers.
He thrusts into me in earnest now, rocking my whole body with such perfect force that I cry out again. Tears spring to my eyes. He loves me! This terrible rogue. This beautiful pirate. Whoever he is underneath it all, his words are true. I can feel it in my heart.
But all the love in the world can’t erase my concerns.
Nor can it shield me from the mysterious forces that seem bent on our destruction.
I can embrace my freedom in this moment and enjoy his affection, but will it be enough to face a future together?
Why am I even thinking of the future if he’s never mentioned anything more than our current adventure?
“Please, stay with me,” he says as he strokes into me. “Please.”
I don’t say anything for a moment, just hold him to me as his thrusts grow jerky.
“We’ll have plenty of time to talk about that later,” I say.
“Ahhh! Elana!” Rotten cries as he comes inside me with a flood. “You’re the best.”