Chapter 29 Riot
Riot
Eloise leads me through the seagrape maze toward her secret beach, her steps sure even in the dark of the night. We come out the other side, and I’m stunned by the beauty of it all over again. Already, the air is cooler, tinged with notes of salt and the wildness of the ocean.
I turn my head, my stare boring into Eloise’s profile, but she doesn't take her eyes off the crashing waves. “See something you like?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
Eloise smiles but doesn’t turn to face me. She clears her throat, gesturing for me to take a seat on the sand. I do, reaching my hand out to my side, my pinky brushing against hers. “Penny for your thoughts?”
She snorts. “I don’t think anyone under the age of sixty says that.”
“Ouch. I’m not that much older than you.”
Finally, she turns to me, her eyes alight with a grin. “You’re still older. A whole decade, if my math’s right.”
I groan, tilting my head back. “Don’t remind me.”
She giggles, her face flushing. “I don’t mind. It just means you’re more… mature.”
“You’re making it worse, Eloise.”
She throws her head back with a throaty laugh. “I guess I am. I’ll try to resist calling attention to the elephant in the room.”
I slide my hand over hers, giving it a light squeeze. “Speaking of giant, sparkling purple elephants… do you want to tell me why you needed to see me tonight?”
Eloise grimaces, turning her face back toward the water. “I never said the elephant was purple.”
“That’s so not the point.”
She sighs, tracing a circle into the sand with her forefinger. “Honestly? I missed you. I was just sitting there in that house, trapped, thinking of all the things I want and can’t have, and I just caved.”
“And the number you texted me from?”
“Forest’s,” she murmurs. “He accidentally left it out on the kitchen counter. It was unlocked, and… yeah.”
I nod, gazing out at the water with her. “Lucky.”
“I guess so.”
My hand tightens around hers. “Well, I’m really fucking glad you texted me.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” I gaze at her profile, my heart thudding rapidly. “I was going mad without you.”
“Aren’t you always a little mad?” She turns, meeting my gaze head-on, and the sheen in her eyes has all the blood rushing to my cock.
“I am… but with you, it’s different. It has been since the moment I laid eyes on you. From the moment we touched…”
I slide my palm up her arm, and Eloise shudders, her gaze heating with lust. “Riot… please…”
“Please what?”
“Please touch me,” she whispers, pink flushing her cheeks. “I need you to touch me. To make it all better.”
I lean over, cupping her face in my palm. My lips brush over hers in a featherlight kiss, and my skin erupts in violent, heated sparks. “Anything, Eloise. I’d do anything to make you feel better. I’d rip my heart out of my chest if it would help.”
Her tongue slides over the rings on my bottom lip, and I shudder, my cock tightening. “Touch me, Riot. Make me yours.”
Fuck.
Crazed, I pull Eloise into my arms and stand, my steps sure and quick as I make my way toward her abandoned boat.
We have to separate for a moment to climb onto the deck, but as soon as we’re on top, she’s back in my arms. I make my way inside the boat, holding her tight against my chest, unwilling to let go of her for one more moment.
I gaze around the cabin for signs of Murten, not wanting to squash the poor thing in my haste. Thankfully, he’s out for the night, leaving just Eloise and me in our private little oasis.
I place her down onto the pull-out bed, hovering over her, one arm braced over her head, the other sliding down her chest.
Her throat bobs as she gazes up at me, eyes heated and lips swollen from my bruising kisses. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Eloise,” I say, brushing my thumb lightly over the peak of her breast. “My dirty little girl. So sweet and innocent for everyone else. But I know the truth.”
I lean down, nipping her lip, reveling at her answering moan. “Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me. You and this perfect little pussy.”
Sliding my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, I cup her heated sex with my palm. Eloise moans as I push a finger into her dripping entrance, her hips jerking wildly, walls clamping around nothing.
“Do you want my cock, sweet girl?” I ask, brushing my lips over hers in a whisper of a kiss. “Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes,” she pleads, not bothering to hide the desperation in her voice. “Yes, Riot. Please. I need you.”
Kissing her hard, I work the button of her shorts, yanking them down and off her legs. Her shirt is next, followed by her lacy bra and panties—leaving her spread and bare for me.
“So perfect,” I murmur, cupping her full breast. I brush my thumb over her pebbled nipple, causing her to squirm. “So sensitive.”
“Please, Riot,” she whines, reaching for my pants. “I need you.”
I bat her hands away, pushing off the bed to remove my clothing. I stand in front of her, cock in hand, stroking to the sight of her.
“You couldn’t be any more perfect,” I whisper, crawling back on top of her.
I line the head of my cock up with her center, gazing deep in her eyes as I thrust inside her. Eloise cries out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I fill her. I pump into her savagely, wanting her to scream out, to tell the world who she belongs to. Whose cock she’s coming on.
I reach between our bodies, my fingertips finding her clit and swirling gently. Eloise gasps, her body shuddering as her pleasure rises, then crests. With a scream, Eloise releases, her walls gripping my cock in just the right way, milking me of my seed.
“Fuck,” I curse, head falling back as I shove my hips flush against her, pushing to the deepest part of her as my release spills from me.
Eloise continues shuddering, her orgasm drawn out by my touch, the sensation of me filling her. As soon as I’m finished, I pull out of her, stepping back from the bed.
She gazes up at me with a question in her wide eyes, one I answer in the next moment. I scoop her into my arms and lie back on the bed, positioning her so that her slick, dripping cunt is poised above my face.
My fingertips dig into the mound of her ass, my forearms straining as I slowly pull her toward my waiting mouth.
“Riot?” she whimpers. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you,” I murmur, frowning when she presses her palms to my chest, stopping me. “What are you doing?”
“I… you just came in me,” she whispers, her eyes wide. As if there’s something wrong with that.
“And?”
She blushes. “I just thought—”
“Stop thinking, Eloise.” I brush my thumb lightly across her skin, loving the way it makes her shiver. “Let me lick your pretty cunt.”
At my words, her face grows impossibly redder, but she allows me to pull her up to my mouth. Her soft thighs press to either side of my head, and the heady scent of her arousal envelops me. My hands slide up to her hips, and I try to pull her down onto my waiting tongue.
“Eloise…” My growl is both an order and a plea. “All the way down, baby girl.”
Her skin shudders beneath my palms, her voice a breathy whisper. “I don’t… don’t want to hurt you…”
My fingertips dig into her soft flesh. “Down.”
“But I—”
“Sit on my fucking face before I get upset.”
With a whimper, she finally obeys, letting her knees slide out and pressing the full weight of her body on my mouth. Her taste mixed with my release flows onto my tongue, and my moan is lost to the sounds of Eloise crying out in bliss.
She slumps, utterly spent, her body quaking in the aftermath of her release. I delve my tongue deep inside her, sating my addiction, losing myself in the taste of her.
Soon, she becomes too sensitive to toy with, and I wrap her in my arms, settling on the bed next to her.
It’s too small for both of us to fit comfortably, so I pull her on top of my chest, giving her a solid place to rest as I pepper kisses over her face and neck.
Eloise snuggles into me, her arms reaching up to wrap around my neck as her breath evens out.
I keep looking down at her as she rests, my chest humming with an intense emotion.
Sensing my stare, Eloise turns her face up, meeting my heated gaze. “I realized I never thanked you.”
“Thanked me?”
“Yes. For being there for me. For coming whenever I call—no matter when, no matter what time. For caring, when no one else has.”
My heart cracks as I cup her delicate face, wanting to take away all the pain hiding in her deep-blue eyes. “You don’t need to thank me for that. Never.”
She shakes her head. “I do, though. I’ve been in so much pain for so long, and no one noticed. No one sees me. Not really.”
I cup my palm around her cheek, leaning in and pressing my forehead to hers, hoping more than anything that she will see the truth in my words. “I do, little muse. I always have.”
“I know,” she whispers. “That’s part of what makes you so special to me. You’ve healed a part of me I didn’t realize was broken. You’ve… woken me up.” Her words echo in my head, putting a song into my heart. I lean in, kissing her deeply, letting the rest of the world fall away.
Eloise falls asleep on my chest, and I follow soon after, using my last waking moment to commit every one of her features to memory.
Her steady breaths lull me into a sense of safety, and I fall into oblivion, basking in the feel of Eloise's skin pressed to mine. It’s beautiful and warm, soft and intoxicating.
But all beautiful things fade eventually.
A few hours later, Eloise and I wake up to a loud pounding on the side of the boat. My heart drops to my stomach, filling me with a sense of dread and the knowledge that whoever is on the other side of the wall is here to take Eloise away. And this, too, I’m right about.
“Come out with your hands up, Mr. Arden! We know you have the girl.”