Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
ELLIE
I had convinced myself I was a ‘one and done’ girl, but apparently, I can orgasm twice in close succession, and I think I’m bordering on a third time when I hear the moans coming from Mike as I tease him with my tongue.
All he needed was several minutes to reset.
I did that to him.
So it only makes sense I return the favour.
I’m not a blowjob expert or anything. In fact, I can probably count on one hand how many I’ve given in the past. They always seemed too intimate, too personal, but nothing could stop me from shifting Mike into position against the headboard.
I like the control it gives me. Knowing I’m the reason he’s making those noises, gripping my hair, guiding me with his hands. And there’s a way he’s looking down at me, eyelids heavy, pleasure carved all over his face that gives me so much satisfaction.
I think I may come from the sight alone.
“You’re … fuck.”
“Hmm? ”
It’s not taken me long to find the sensitive spot, right under the tip of his dick, and if I flick my tongue over it as I bob down, he groans in such a way that makes me want to stop what I’m doing and sink down on top of him.
“Whatever you’re doing … there… that. Fuck. You’re going to make me … stop.”
I pull away. A hard task, considering I was enjoying it so much.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no—you definitely didn’t. I … I don’t want to come again yet.”
I scoot closer to him, straddling his thighs, trailing my hands up and down over his chest. Oh, how is his chest so … I don’t even have the words. His muscles, hard and defined under my hands, feel unreal. But the more I touch him, the more his dick twitches in the space between us.
“Why not?” I ask.
“I want to … I don’t know, make it last. I like the idea of not finishing until you tell me I can.” His cheeks flush pink.
I can’t help myself. I lean in, kissing his ear, his neck, his cheek, his jaw, finally landing on his mouth, pulling at his bottom lip with my teeth.
Damn, I’m really horny. What is he doing to me?
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck.”
His hands grip my hips, and he shifts me back an inch.
I reach down and grip his dick in my hands, squeezing gently before letting go.
This is something else I’m not familiar with. Pushing boundaries. Seeing how far he can go, but if that’s what he wants, then I don’t see why I can’t appease him. Tease him.
I lean back, positioning myself so my legs are either side of his torso and I open my thighs, bringing my hand to my pussy and running my fingers over myself.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, watching me. “I think this is going to be difficult. ”
But I don’t let that stop me. I dip my finger into my pussy and circle my clit with the tip, shuddering in pleasure as I do.
“Can I…”
“Touch yourself,” I say.
And he does. Small pumps, stopping just shy of the tip, and I lock eyes with him; the self-conscious Ellie, well and truly absent in the moment.
“You’re killing me, Kitch.” His voice is almost a growl, pained and husky as he pulls his hand away.
“How long do you think you can go?” I ask.
“Why don’t you come here and find out?”
I’m about to move when he pulls me towards him, settling his dick in between us. All it’d take would be for me to move forward a fraction, adjusting my angle, and he’d be inside of me. The reminder of how he felt inside me when we were on his sofa makes me desperate for more.
He pulls my head down, finding my lips with his. Light pecks before he deepens the kiss, a slow tease with his tongue before he pulls away.
“Do you have any condoms, Kitch?”
I lean across him, fumbling in my bedside table, before handing him the packet.
Far too many seconds later, he’s ready, shifting our bodies down the bed so he’s lying on his back and I’m positioning myself so I can sink down onto him, my heart picking up speed as he fills me, inch by inch.
“Tell me I can’t come yet,” he says, looking up at me, eyes narrowing in concentration. “I’m going to need to hear you say it.”
I wriggle my hips. “You can’t come yet,” I say. “Not until I do, anyway.”
“That’s the best deal I’ve ever heard,” he says, reaching for my breasts, cupping them in his hands, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
God, that feels good. The roughness of his skin drives me wild, forcing me to lean forward in desperation to find that angle—the perfect grind of his pubic bone against my clit.
“Use me,” he says. “Come for me.”
I do use him, building a rhythm that has me fighting for breath, my orgasm building at speed.
“I’m close,” I say.
“Can I?—”
“Yes.”
And it’s like he’s got a secret route, right into my soul. He holds my hips, thrusting into me, as I come apart.
I slump down onto his chest. His heart thudding in my ear—the steady rhythm of Mike.
He scoops me into his arms, nuzzling into my neck, peppering kisses along my damp skin.
“Can we just stay here all day?” he asks. “I mean, I don’t have any clothes so…”
I chuckle.
“I can pop out and get you something to wear. Supermarket fashion. Besides, I have next to no food in and I can’t imagine you’ll cope without sustenance.”
“I appreciate it, thanks.”
I pull myself away from his chest, looking down at him, amber eyes bright.
“Mike?”
“Yeah.”
And I kiss him. Deep and profound, hoping he can feel what I’m saying, understand what he means to me.
I pull away and we stare into each other’s eyes, the moment completely surreal but also not so, at the same time.
Then he nods.