8. Harper #2
I moaned in response, and that caused Elliot to look at my lips and move in closer. I turned my head just in time, and again his mouth brushed my jaw instead.
“You are far too committed to this rule,” he murmured against my skin.
“Yes.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
For both of us.
I closed my eyes briefly as he kissed the curve of my neck instead, heat uncoiling low in my stomach immediately as he continued to pump his finger in me, and then he added a second finger, increasing the tempo.
God, I was in trouble.
His hand, which wasn’t in me, slid slowly down my back again before he pulled away just enough to look at me. His expression did something uncomfortable to my chest. It was too focused, too soft.
Nope. We were not engaging in emotional intimacy tonight.
I placed my hand flat against his chest lightly, mostly to create space before my common sense fully abandoned me, and turned so I was facing the island and rested my forearms on the cool counter, while shaking my hips at him.
I harnessed my best Elliot persona, looking over my shoulder and said, “Now let's get to the good stuff, fuck me Mr Vale!”
Elliot stepped closer to me and reached around with his one hand, slipping his fingers back inside me, while he ground his erect cock into my ass. I could feel how hard he was, and it made me hiss. I remembered exactly how it felt to get fucked by this man, and it had been too long.
With skilled hands, Elliot continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, the sound obscene, and with his free hand he slipped it between my ass and his pants.
First, he undid his belt buckle. I felt the leather slip across my lower back, as if he wanted me to feel everything.
The cool metal of the buckle was a contrast to how hot my skin felt right now.
His dress shirt hung on either side of my body, the fabric dancing on my skin as I rotated my hips in time with Elliot's fingers.
Then I felt the pop of the button on his pants and the bite of the zipper as Elliot pushed his hips into my ass as he pulled the zipper down.
“Yes,” I hissed, pushing back into him. It felt like he was surrounding me; every piece of his clothing, his body, touching me, enveloping me in his scent and feel.
Suddenly Elliot pulled back, and I felt the loss of him desperately, and then he had me spun and lifted, my ass hitting the cold countertop.
Elliot reached around me kissing my shoulder, he grabbed a condom and then pulled back stepping in closer so that his hands brushed the inside of my thighs as he worked to push down his pants, his skin tight black boxer briefs and revealing his beautiful cock that I remembered all too well.
“I want to see your face when you come, Harper. Eyes on me!”
My eyes snapped up to his almost on command, and he delivered a blinding smile.
I felt the condom wrapper brush against my core, felt his knuckle brush my clit as he ripped it open and then heard it fall to the ground.
Elliot leaned forward as he rolled the condom on his dripping cock and kissed both of my breasts, and before I knew it he bit down on one of my nipples and slipped his hands under my ass cheeks pulling me just over the edge of the island.
My elbows and part of my forearms were the only things touching the countertop.
I instinctively tried to wiggle back, looking down at his feet, but Elliot brought me back to him, saying, “Eyes on me!”
I listened and was rewarded with him bringing my body to meet his. He entered me with a force that had my core clenching tight. His eyes were locked on me, and it was so intense I felt my orgasm already building.
Elliot gripped my hips so hard I knew I would have marks on me, and part of me felt oddly happy about that. He thrust into me so hard that my whole body was being pushed back onto the island, my elbows biting into the hard surface.
I knew I was close, and with enough of my body over the island now, I dropped my back down to the countertop and reached one hand out to my clit and the other to one of my nipples.
“Fuck yes, Harper, that is so fucking sexy. Take what you need, baby.”
The way he was looking at me was too much, so instead I focused on watching my fingers play with my clit, on the way his thick cock looked like pulling out and slamming back into me. I focused on Elliot's abs that were flexed and the way the fabric of his shirt felt against my thighs.
And just like that, I was cuming, I refused to meet his eyes or say his name.
The orgasm crashing into me like a tidal wave and leaving me feeling hot and tingly all over.
Elliot leaned in closer to me, his body now hovering over me as he followed behind me with a growl, his lip brushing my collarbone.
My whole body felt wrung out; it would be so easy to stay. Even if I played it off as convenience, I knew I couldn’t afford to stay the night with him. So I sat up into Elliot, forcing his body back slightly and lowered my legs to the ground.
Elliot was breathing hard, his eyes moving across my face.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, so I bent down and grabbed my thong and dress, then walked toward where I assumed a washroom would be.
Elliot didn’t say a thing, and I didn’t even hear him move as I entered the first room I found.
I used the toilet and cleaned myself, getting dressed quickly.
Then I stood in front of the mirror, trying very hard not to think about how different that entire experience could have been.
But it needed to be this way. So I smoothed my hair back into place and made my way back out to the living area.
Elliot’s pants were up but not buckled, his shirt still open, and he had refilled the glass of scotch we had shared.
I moved silently, grabbed my clutch and my coat while Elliot leaned against the island watching me with what looked to be an amused expression.
“You’re really leaving?” he asked.
“That was one of the rules.”
“You made the rules.” He replied, a quality to his voice I didn’t recognize.
I put on my coat before turning toward him.
“Send me the list of upcoming events,” I said. “And the agreement.”
“You really want an actual contract?” he asked.
I didn’t answer; instead; I moved towards his private elevator and pressed the button.
From behind me, I heard, “I’ll have legal draft the agreement.”
The doors slid open; I stepped inside and turned back toward him. For a second, neither of us spoke. Elliot looked unfairly handsome standing there with his shirt half open and his hands in his pockets, as if he didn’t realize the effect he had on people. Or maybe he knew exactly.
“Thirty days,” he said quietly.
Thirty days. What was I doing?
I nodded once. “Goodnight, Elliot.”
His eyes held mine steadily. “Goodnight, Harper.”
The elevator doors closed between us.
And the second I was alone, I lifted my fingers to my mouth instinctively. To my lips. To the memory of what it was like to allow Elliot Vale to kiss me in New York. How his lips could go from hungry to soft in an instant… The kiss rule suddenly felt less smart than it had an hour ago.
Which was exactly the kind of thought capable of ruining a woman’s life.