7. Elliot
Elliot
She’s going to wake up and say this was a mistake. It was. Fucking huge on my part. She’s under investigation. The feds are saying she’s a terrorist.
I just fucked a terrorist at a bar. Brought her to my place and fucked her twice more.
She’s lying next to me, her breaths coming in short puffs. I should feel guilty, right? I don’t. And I’m definitely going to fuck her again.
With that settled, I pull the sheet down and crawl between her legs.
Already shiny. She’s covered in our combined cum, and fuck it’s hot. My thumb rubs along her clit with featherlight touches. She doesn’t move, so I do it again, sinking further into her slit.
Lee gushes. She’s still needy after everything. Even in her sleep she’s creaming for me.
I slip my middle finger inside her and pause when her leg twitches.
My fingers slide in and out slowly. She pulses around me but hasn’t woken up. I scoop her juices out with my finger and fist my cock with her wetness.
She mumbles or moans, I’m not sure.
“Fuck. I have to be inside you.”
I scoot forward and slowly notch the head of my cock at her entrance.
She’s so wet, so ready even in sleep, that I sink in halfway with almost no resistance. I’m engulfed in her swollen heat. I freeze there, breathing hard through my nose, watching her face for any sign she’s waking.
She stays still, those short, shallow pants continuing like she’s dreaming something filthy.
I give one slow, deliberate roll of my hips and slide the rest of the way in.
When I bottom out, she sucks me in like a cock sleeve. I stay buried in her, grinding in deep circles. My thumb finds her clit again. Swollen and slippery and I pet it in lazy, barely there strokes while I stay seated inside her.
Her breath hitches.
I pull out halfway, slow, so slow it’s painful, watching the way her pussy clings, trying to keep my length, then I push back in just as carefully.
I want to feel every ripple, every involuntary squeeze.
My mouth covers her nipple, tongue circling once, then sucking gently while I keep that same measured rhythm.
Her back arches the tiniest bit off the mattress. A soft, sleepy sound slips out of her.
Her eyes flutter open.
For a second, she just blinks at me, hazy and unfocused, like she’s still not sure if this is a dream or reality. Then her gaze drops to where we’re joined, to my cock sliding in and out of her, glistening with everything we’ve already done.
Her whole body locks up.
“Wait,” she whispers.
I don’t.
I keep the same slow glide, thumb still circling her clit, watching her pupils blow wide even as her hands come up to push weakly at my chest.
“This was a mistake,” she says, louder now, panic creeping in.
Even with her weak protest she spreads her legs wider for me and puts a hand around the back of my neck.
“Might as well get another orgasm out of it. Right, kid?”
Lee laughs, and I love when I make her do that.
“You can be pissed at me later. But right now, I’m going to use this wet and sloppy pussy.”
My hands cage her in on either side of her head. I lean in so my lips brush her ear.
“You had so much cum sliding out of your cunt that I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.”
She tries to stifle a moan when I keep rocking into her.
“Elliot.”
Before she can give any more of an argument, I close my mouth over hers. She still tastes like vodka and my cum.
She’s close, so I break our kiss, wanting to watch her come on my cock.
Her head tips back, and a sob tears out of her as her walls clamp down.
She comes, and I pound into her harder.
My abs constrict with each movement, and sweat starts to bead on my back. My head throbs now from the alcohol leaving my system. I just fuck through it. I come so hard my entire body tenses, and my vision is spotted with black.
Lee stills and lets me pour my load into her.
When I’m finished, I roll us to the side but keep my semihard length inside of her.
“Elliot,” she rasps, voice wrecked. “We can’t… this can’t happen again. It was a one-time thing. A stupid, reckless—”
I cut her off with a dark laugh even I don’t recognize.
“This was never a one-time thing.”
“It has to be. We’re partners.”
“Exactly. We work together. We aren’t fucking related. Don’t say it like that. We aren’t something bad.”
But we are exactly that. Bad.
She thinks we’re just two agents who crossed a line after too many drinks and too much flirting. The thought sits heavy in my gut.
She has no idea the man who’s been inside her four times tonight is the one who’s been feeding intel to the task force.
Or that I’ve hidden a camera in her room and got off when she laid there naked as she slept.
I mirror her phone, and I’m the same man who’s been watching her every move while pretending to be her shadow, her backup, her friend.
She starts to scramble backward, sheets tangling around her hips.
I don’t care. I’ve had her, and now she’s mine.
I grab her ankle and yank her back down the mattress in one smooth pull. She yelps, and I flip her onto her stomach, face half buried in the pillow.
“Elliot—what the fuck—”
I’m already moving. Knee between her thighs, spreading them wide. My palm comes down hard on the perfect curve of her ass. And then I do it twice more. The stinging cracks echo in the quiet room. Her body jolts each time, a shocked little cry punching out of her.
“Your ass looks good with my handprints.” I rub at the tender spots. The touch makes her hiss through her teeth.
I switch my angle and slap her again.
“Your pussy looks even better. Leaking like a damn faucet.”
Her cheek is pressed to the sheet, ass up, thighs quivering from the spanking and fucking. Probably the coming too.
“You don’t get to call the shots when we’re like this,” I growl, leaning over her, chest pressed to her back, cock already hardening again against the cleft of her ass.
“No,” she moans.
Another slap. It’s harder this time, right where her ass meets her thigh. She yelps, hips jerking involuntarily.
I grab a fistful of her hair, yank her head back just enough so I can see her face.
“Don’t say no to us, Lee. You might be the baddest when we are in the field, but in here, beneath me, you do as you’re told.”
She winces at my words, and it makes me instantly hard again.
I notch myself at her entrance and push in slow this time. Inch by inch, I slide in, letting her feel every ridge, every vein, until I’m seated so deep she makes that wrecked little sound I’m already obsessed with.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “Elliot…”
“That’s right. Say my name like that again. You’re going to whisper it, scream it, even beg with my name on your lips.”
“Elliot, no one can know about this.”
“No,” I say nipping at her shoulder. “They can’t.
Which means you’re gonna keep that pretty mouth shut, or I’ll fill it with my cock.
You’re gonna walk into the briefing looking like the same ice-cold detective, barking orders at everyone and running the show.
But every time you catch me staring, or our hands brush, you’ll think of how good I fill you. ”
She cries louder now, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
“Tell me. Tell me you’ll let me use you whenever I want, however I want, and you’ll smile and nod and play the part at work like nothing’s changed.”
“Fuck—Elliot. Just… don’t stop. Please.”
I reward her with a hard snap of my hips that makes her whole body jolt.
“Good girl.” I push my hand between her shoulder blades to remind her I own her when she’s beneath me.
She’s really good at being my little fuck toy. She comes with a choked sob, body seizing, milking me so hard I can barely keep the rhythm.
“God damn, you are squeezing the fucking life out of me,” I grit out.
Then I’m spilling inside her once more.
I collapse over her. We’re both winded and slick with sweat.
Her pretty eyes stare at me. Unsure.
She fucking should be. I’m going to be the reason she spends the rest of her life in an orange suit locked away from everything.
After a long minute, I kiss her lips.
“Go back to sleep. I know your head’s killing you.”
She sighs and closes her eyes before muttering a “Yes, sir.”
“That’s my girl.”