9. Lee
Lee
Marge: Did you eat anything besides candy today?
Georgie: I’m going to get Cal to bring you some soup.
Lee: Ugh, I need at least one more week to rot and hide. I couldn’t even make eye contact today. Does anyone have a spare rock for me to crawl under and die?
Georgie: We are here if you want to talk about Julian.
Marge: Although we fully support your rebound screwing of your partner. We can talk about him, too, if you want.
Georgie: Girl power.
Georgie is the best, but her pep talks never land right. None of us would ever admit that to her though.
Lee: Thanks for the well-wishes. I love you both. No soup, only empty carbs for now. Calories don’t matter because no one will ever see me naked again.
Marge: Nope. The best way to get over someone is to get right under them. Or something. How does it go, Georgie?
Cal: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.
Marge: Calum, this is the girl only text group. Georgie, get your man.
Georgie: I have no control.
Cal: You control my entire soul, cookie.
Georgie:
Lee: Ugh. Go be happy somewhere else. This is the sad thread.
Marge: Want me to come over and watch murder shows?
Lee: No, I’ll let you know when I am done with wallowing in pity and shame.
Cal: When you are ready for him to die, let Zeke know. He’s got a new gun he’s dying to try.
Lee: You truly are the best friends a girl can ask for.
A bunch more hearts and kissy emojis are shared in the chat for me. My lips turn up even if my eyes are still stinging.
I put on the cookie pajamas Georgie got me. I’ll die in them because my heart stopped beating when Julian left.
And God, what did I do fucking Elliot? I could blame it on the alcohol. But the next morning and afternoon, I was totally sober. Well, unless dick drunk counts. Elliot isn’t small, and he knows how to fuck a girl. I was limping the entire weekend because of him.
And the worst part? Zero shame from him. He's even more flirty now, and gah, those dimples.
I thought I would combust when I saw him in the copy room today. He shut the door behind him and gave me that look. Like I was so sexy and he couldn’t decide which part of my body to stare at the longest.
The memory slams into me. It’ll be impossible to ever shove back down because like I said, dick-matized or whatever.
Without a word, he reaches behind him and locks the door. I scoot back as far as I can go because the copy room is tiny, and there is nowhere else to run.
“I fucking love those skirts,” he whispers. “Bend over.” Instead of waiting for me to comply, he spins me so my back is to him and pushes me down until my chest meets the copier glass. The machine is still warm from whoever used it before.
My skirt is pushed up. With one hand, he slides my panties halfway down my thighs.
“Elliot," I try to protest.
“I’m going to have to get you a proper ball gag," he warns.
I shut my mouth immediately.
He pushes inside me hard, forcing a choked sound from my lips. He is so big it hurts when he buries himself in my pussy. Then he just fucks me like he wants to, not even asking for permission.
It is stupidly hot.
His hips snap against my ass with deep strokes that rock the copier and make my hands slip on the smooth surface. One hand stays on my back and the other squeezes my hip so hard it will surely leave a bruise.
While he fucks me, he leans over my back and speaks against my temple.
“You haven’t answered my calls, Lee,” he says, each word driven by another push. “You’ve been avoiding me. Daddy doesn’t like being ignored. Now I have to fuck you in the office to remind you not to try and run from me. Run from this thing between us.”
I have a daddy kink. I’m in the office with my partner railing me and saying dirty things in my ear.
Bad, bad, bad.
I come anyway, fast and helpless, my core seizes and I squeeze around him while my thighs shake.
His hand squeezes around my jaw, and he starts to cut off my air. My teeth break his skin while I try to muffle my scream. I dig my teeth in harder, tasting his tangy copper blood.
Elliot doesn’t slow down even when I pierce the skin. He fucks me like a machine.
He slams in one last time and stays there, cock throbbing as he empties himself deep inside me in long, hot surges. When he finally pulls out, I expect him to turn and leave. I don’t expect the sharp twist in my chest at the thought of him walking away.
He reaches down, grabs my panties, and pulls them back up my thighs, snugging the fabric tight against my body so his cum has nowhere to go but inside me and against the cotton.
“Wear my cum all day,” he tells me, voice filthy against the back of my neck.
“Don’t you dare clean it up or change these panties. I want you walking around feeling me leak out of you with every step. I want you to remember exactly who put it there while you pretend nothing happened.”
Then he zips up, unlocks the door, and leaves without another word or a single look back.
I stand there on unstable legs with my skirt still hiked up and his cum already soaking into my panties, trying to remember how to breathe.
When the oxygen comes back to my brain, I smooth out my skirt and force myself to walk out.
At the meeting, I present my case like nothing happened.
I keep my eyes on the screen. Then focus on my notes. I look at anything but him.
But I feel that cocky smirk the whole fucking time, and I feel him leaking out of me with every breath.
A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts.
I swing the door open.
“Cal, you didn’t have to—”
Only it isn’t Calum with the soup I figured Georgie sent him with. It’s Elliot Ryker himself, looking handsome as sin. His blond hair is pushed to the side, and his dimple is out to wreak havoc on my clit.
He smiles at me then extends his arms, holding the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“A cat?”
He nods and pushes the black-and-white furball closer to me.
“He’s a tuxedo cat. He’s very distinguished, and he came straight from the shelter.”
I take the cat, and he grabs the large bag that was set outside of my apartment.
“Why do you know where I live? And why did you bring your cat?”
I bring him up to my face, and he purrs.
“I love him. You got a good one.”
He pulls me in and shuts the door behind me.
“He’s yours. And FBI, remember? I can find where my partner lives. Cool place,” he says and looks around.
“You bought me a cat?” My voice catches when I ask.
He looks at me concerned. In three strides, he’s right in front of me.
“You needed him. You’re so sad,” he says and swipes under my cheek.
I nod and pull the kitten up to my face and squish him. Squishes from cat faces can cure almost anything.
He leans over to me, careful of the kitten, and gives me a kiss. I let him because he’s being sweet. He bought me a cat, and he’s here, and he noticed I was sad.
“Want to talk about it, baby?”
And then I lose it. Like ugly cry sob. He takes the kitten from me and puts him down then pulls out a cat toy from the giant bag.
The kitten pounces on it and starts exploring.
Elliot grabs me and sits down on my couch, pulling me over his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and cry. He stays quiet and rubs my back.
I finally sniffle and swipe at my face with my hand.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Don’t be. You can talk to me about him. If you want to…”
I gasp and stare at him.
“Lee, I’m not some jealous boyfriend. I’m aware you had relationships before I screwed your brains out. I’m still your friend.”
The shock I feel from Elliot Ryker being mature enough to talk to me about this makes me cry all over again.
Then we hear a wail from the kitten, and I hop up, worried he’s gotten into something dangerous.
I screech and point at the refrigerator. “Elliot, he’s stuck!” The cat lets out another pitiful wail and throws his head back like the world is ending.
Elliot reaches in and grabs him by the scruff so easily the kitten hardly lifts off his feet. I scoop the tiny fluffball into my arms and snuggle him against my chest.
“Thank you, Elliot.”
He gives me the cutest dimpled grin and shrugs one shoulder like it was nothing.
He pulls out everything he brought. A litter box.
A little avocado-shaped cat house with a hole in the center.
A ridiculous number of toys. I wave the feather wand, and the kitten chases it in wild circles until his baby eyes start to droop.
I scoop him up and tuck him into the avocado house. He curls into a perfect little ball.
“Jasper. He looks like a Jasper,” I say and wave the little feather wand above his head. He chases it until his baby cat eyes won’t stay open anymore, then I scoop him up and put him in his little avocado house.
“Gah, it’s so cute I’m gonna die,” I whisper so we don’t wake him. “He’s literally the seed.”
Elliot steps up beside me and takes my hand. His fingers twine in mine.
“I was pissed at you today,” he says against my mouth, then kisses me. “I shouldn’t have done that at the office.”
“I’m sorry too. For avoiding you.” I swallow. “If you didn’t notice, I’m kinda screwed up right now.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips until I open for him. It’s slow and sweet and makes me swoon a little.
“Friends,” he murmurs, trailing his mouth down my jaw and the side of my neck.
I nod, even though my pulse is already racing.
He pulls my cookie shirt off over my head. I’m not wearing a bra. His lips close around one nipple immediately, hot and wet. His tongue rolls slow circles around the tight peak, sucking just hard enough to make my back arch.
I thread my fingers into his hair and hold on.
He walks me backward down the hall and to my room.
“Don’t want the little guy to see what I’m going to do to his mom,” he smirks.
I sink down on the edge of the bed, and he follows, mouth never leaving my skin.
He kisses down my stomach, hooks his fingers in the waistband of my pajama pants, and drags them down along with my panties in one smooth motion.
I lift my hips to help. He tosses them somewhere behind him and spreads my thighs wide, settling between them.
The first slow lick up my center makes my breath stop. He does it again, firmer, tongue flattening against my clit before he seals his mouth over me and sucks. I bite my lip hard to stay quiet with Jasper sleeping a few feet away.
Two thick fingers slide into my pussy as his tongue works my clit in steady, perfect strokes. He curls them just right, fucking me slow and deep with his hand while his mouth stays locked on me. I can already feel the orgasm building, tight and hot in my belly.
Then his free hand moves lower.
He drags his fingers through the mess he’s making between my legs, getting them slick, and circles my asshole with one fingertip.
He doesn’t push in right away. Just teases, pressing and rubbing while his tongue flicks faster over my clit.
When he finally sinks that finger into my ass, slow and steady, my whole body jerks.
“Fuck—” The word comes out strangled.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps eating me like he’s starving for it, tongue sliding over the bundle of nerves he knows exactly what to do with.
He sucks hard then switches back to the slide of his tongue.
Two fingers stroke deep in my pussy, and one works in and out of my ass in a rhythm that has me shaking.
The stretch burns in the best way. Every time he pushes that finger deeper, I feel it everywhere.
I come hard.
It hits me all at once in a blinding pleasure that makes me shake. I’ve never come like this from oral. Fuck, Elliot might be good at every single thing he does.
My thighs clamp around his head, and I scream Elliot’s name. I pulse around his fingers, ass and pussy both clenching, and he doesn’t let up until I’m twitching and oversensitive and trying to squirm away.
Only then does he ease his fingers out and press one last soft kiss to my clit.
I’m still catching my breath, legs loose and trembling, when he sits back on his heels between my spread thighs. His mouth is shiny. His eyes are dark.
I reach for him without thinking, fingers brushing his cheek.
“You’re a really good friend, Elliot.”
He huffs a quiet laugh and then presses a kiss against the inside of my thigh.
“Yeah,” he says. “I am.”
He looks at me and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Let’s watch a movie, and you can tell me about him. Then I’ll fuck your mouth until you can’t breathe long enough to cry over him anymore.”
“Well, if that’s what friends do…” I smile so hard my cheeks hurt.
And my heart stops being broken for just a little bit.