12. Elyse #2
She was clearly inexperienced, clearly nervous, neither of which were a problem and both a huge turn-on.
I can honestly say that leading her through her journey from the ingenue who was almost as pale as her silk robe to the woman writhing wantonly around my cock as I fucked her against that cabinet was one of the most gratifying experiences of my life.
“You’re missing out, buddy,” I tell Felix. “Anticipation is everything.”
“So you wanna hit that again?” Kieran asks. “That’s almost as hard to swallow as her wanting to hook up again.”
I glare at him. Kieran doesn’t say a huge amount. A former pro athlete, he’s used to letting his body do the communicating for him. But he really does choose his moments to pipe up. “A gentleman doesn’t tell.”
“There are none of those around here,” Felix says. “Besides, I like Elyse. She’s a lovely girl. I’m not about to disrespect her by asking you for details. But K’s right, mate. It’s not like you to go back for seconds.”
I don’t like that he’s right. “I had a great time. She’s a novelty. Why wouldn’t I? It’s efficient.”
Obviously, that’s bullshit. Efficient is going upstairs and getting laid without overthinking it, without learning the woman’s name or remembering her face or jumping through hoops to make it happen.
“You know what they say about novelties,” Kieran says, and he and Felix chuckle at each other like Beavis and fucking Butt-Head.
“Yeah, well, this one hasn’t worn off yet.
It makes sense to see it to its logical conclusion.
” I am supremely confident of that conclusion being another round with Elyse—possibly a couple more, if it feels easy, before moving on.
“After all, I’ve laid the groundwork. I may as well amortize my investment. ”
“Oh good,” Felix says. “He’s talking about her as if she’s an acquisition. KPIs and diminishing returns. For a sec there, I was worried he saw her as an actual human woman.”
“She is a woman,” I snap. And what a woman. A memory: running my mouth over her firm ass as she stood, bent over on that contraption for me. Sinking my teeth into her ass cheek. Every single thing we did was so fucking perfect. “But I had an hour with her. Believe me, that’s nothing.”
“But with your run rate”—Kieran holds up a hand and counts on his fingers—“that’s about twelve rounds, right?”
“Just the level of math skills I’d expect from a fucking jock,” I retort, conveniently ignoring the fact that K Klub hit a unicorn valuation without him breaking a sweat. His net worth and BMI are so inversely correlated it’s revolting. His heart rate probably stays below seventy when he fucks.
Come to think of it, he probably wears a chest monitor when he fucks. Probably bores his women stupid by pulling up his Oura ring sleep data the next morning. Wouldn’t put it past him.
“Deflection and no denial of his stamina levels. Interesting,” Wolff muses. He is, to use one of his favorite phrases, a smug twat.
“You know my stamina is legendary.” It honestly is, though it was a close fucking call a couple times yesterday. I was sweating with the effort of holding off.
He relents and slaps me on the shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah. We all know. Far too many women in here have told me, and I wish I could un-hear them, but I can’t.
So you found a nice girl, you’ve opened Pandora’s box, to use a deeply unfortunate turn of phrase in this instance, and you’ve piqued your own interest. That about right?
If so, I’m happy for you, mate. Ride it out. Enjoy.”
“Thanks, man,” I say, narrowing my eyes.
I don’t always get the British sense of humor.
Can’t tell how much he’s fucking with me.
“Yeah, sounds about right.” I like that phrase—piqued my interest. It’s a solid description of how I’m feeling.
Like I said, an hour wasn’t enough. I was so fucking desperate to loosen her up, break her down—it all went by far too quickly.
But her body is FAO fucking Schwarz, and there’s too much to see.
Too much good stuff to explore, to play with.
I meant it when I threatened her with stirrups next time.
I want to stretch her open and enjoy her, and, most important, watch her face as I do.
Bending her over was insane, fucking her from behind was insane, but when you get to fuck a woman with a face like that, it’s a waste not to make good use of it.
She’s pretty implacable behind the bar, and I want to see just how placable she is when I’m working her.
See what I mean?
Too much to do and far too little time.
I’m definitely not done with her yet.
“What’s happening with his face right now?” Kieran wants to know.
“Happy sex dream,” Felix says. “He’s off with Elyse somewhere, buried balls-deep in her. So, when’s the next hookup?”
“Next Wednesday,” I admit, and they both do their Beavis-and-Butt-Head snicker again. “Tell me about it,” I groan.
“On the plus side, she’s given you plenty for the spank bank in the interim,” Felix says.
I close my eyes, pained, because my spank bank is richer than it’s been in a long time. It is spilling over with gold ingots of recent memories and future fantasies. “Not wrong.”
“Aren’t you worried it’ll be awkward in here?” Kieran says. “You know, man—when it’s run its course.”
“It’s awkward every time any of us walks in here,” I point out. “Nothing new.”
He makes a face. “True.” Alchemy has a big membership, but it’s not limitless. We’ve all fucked too many of the same women, and we’re regularly on the receiving end of all kinds of interest from past fucks every time we set foot in here.
“Elyse is a cool girl,” Felix says, like he knows her better than us, which pisses me off. “She doesn’t strike me as the type to get all needy. She has self-respect, you know?”
I nod. I like that about her. I like that she made me work to get her in a room, that I had to get creative.
I like that she was so self-assured just now, even when those witches were taking out their insecurities on her.
What she’s doing with me isn’t standard for her, not at all, but she let herself go enough to come for me in that room—not once but twice, and in spectacular fashion.
And I like even more the fact that she wants to get me naked next time. That she has a view on how she wants the next session to go. That she’s owning it.
I raise my tumbler of truly excellent scotch to my lips.
“Maybe it could become a side hustle for her once Voss is done with her,” Felix muses to Kieran as if I’m not standing right here. “Now that she realizes what a hot commodity she is, maybe she’ll monetize it. Become a full-on host upstairs, even. She’d fucking clean up, don’t you think?”
Kieran has the audacity to look over my shoulder in the direction of the bar, and his stupid Ken doll face turns appreciative.
Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach. I lower my glass and stomp forward, grabbing the front of his dress shirt (black, open too far) to wrench him from his position.
“Cut that out,” I snarl. “And fucking trade places with me.”
“So fucking easy to wind up that it’s actually boring,” Felix says.
Kieran shifts, snickering to himself. I take in his former view. Over Felix’s shoulder, Elyse is serving some douche at the bar who’s leaning too far into her space. Her posture is excellent, but more importantly, she’s not smiling at him.
Doesn’t look like she’s planning on moving on just yet.
That’s what I like to see.