Chapter - 22
LOGAN
Even though the sight of Eloise marching down the driveway with an expression that was somehow both determined and nervous, hyping herself up to stake her claim on me, filled me with an overwhelming amount of happiness, this was the highlight of my day. After we had dinner and watched a movie, Taylor left, making a comment about it feeling too coupley. Adam and Beck left after her grandmother had gone to bed. Eloise had disappeared upstairs to take a quick shower, before rushing back downstairs and gently grabbing my hand in hers, leading me up the stairs of the townhome while Courtney and Josh were whispering to each other on the couch, ignoring us sneaking off.
Eloise wrapped both of her hands around my neck as soon as her bedroom door closed, pulling me down to her level so that I could kiss her deeply. Whatever chapstick or lip gloss she wore tasted fruity and delicious, but I found myself desperate to absorb every hint of flavor that kept me from tasting her naturally full lips. The little sigh of relief she made as soon as my tongue brushed against hers made all the blood in my body rush south.
My hands wrapped themselves around her waist, and the feminine squeal she made when I lifted her up and walked us toward her bed made me grin against her lips.
“Remember when we used to hate each other?” Eloise asked with a whisper as I set her on her feet again, kissing me before I could even think about responding to that question and mumbling against my lips, “I was so stupid.”
I smiled into her kisses again, one of my hands snaking up her shirt and palming her back in between her shoulder blades. After a second, I decided to be bolder and let my fingers find the clasp of her bra before pinching it and disconnecting the garment immediately.
“Naked, naked, naked,” Eloise panted, fisting the hem of my t-shirt, and pulling it up for me to remove. I halted her progress by taking her bottom lip in both of mine, tracing my tongue along the plump flesh of it, and tugging.
Eloise’s whimper when I did that made me want to pound my chest in male pride. I pulled away just enough for me to grab the back of my collar and tug the shirt off my body in one smooth motion.
Just like the men did in a couple of her romance novels that I read.
Eloise’s bright eyes quickly lowered at the motion, and then grew heavy-lidded as her gaze scanned the entirety of my torso. I knew what I looked like. It was the result of a strict diet regimen and regular exercise. I saw her hands twitch at her sides once as I grabbed her wrists and encouraged her to press her palms flat against my chest, sliding them down just to the top of my abs before I lifted my hands to sign at her, waiting for her eyes to tear themselves away from my chest to do so.
I never hated you.
Eloise blinked, “You strongly disliked me.”
I smirked and shook my head once, signing and mouthing, I was an ass and lashed out. Eloise smirked back at that. I never hated you.
Her gaze cleared a little as she processed that.
“I’m sorry, but I definitely hated you a little.” Eloise frowned as she let her fingers trace the shape of my abdomen. I used my left hand to grab her chin and tilt it back up toward me before I responded.
I know, I signed with my right hand, You were cute.
Eloise scrunched her nose while she repeated that sign back to me in question, cute?
I nodded once and let my face relax into a less teasing expression before I asked, You don’t hate me now?
“God no,” Eloise breathed, releasing her grip on my abs to tuck her hands underneath her shirt, fidgeting with her loose bra on her shoulders. “I don’t want to rip the clothes off of people that I hate, generally.” She paused at that. “I am very intentional with the people I sleep with now.”
I frowned; We are more than sex. It wasn’t a question on my end.
Eloise pulled her shirt off, took her bra with it, and dropped the clothing to the floor, responding, “I know.” I exhaled in relief, slightly distracted by her nakedness. “You really caught me by surprise, Logan.” Eloise tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and quickly pulled them down, leaving her completely naked except for the lacy black thong and the inked artwork that decorated her skin.
I took my time staring at her, becoming easily distracted by the heated look in her eyes as I kept my hands to myself and admired the staggering beauty that was Eloise Bane. I was so fucking grateful to be this intimate with her, that she trusted me enough to be this vulnerable with me.
“Hey,” Eloise’s voice made me lose focus from the flower tattoos on her hip and thigh so that I could meet her eyes again, “I—” she cleared her throat once, a smile breaking across her face, “I want you to touch me. I’m excited for you to touch me.”
I nodded. First, I wanted as much contact with her skin as possible, so I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down my legs at an embarrassing speed, leaving my gray compression boxers on as I stood tall and crowded her space. Her eyes widened as I started to crouch, bending just enough to get a good grip on the backs of her thighs before I stood tall and tossed her into the middle of her bed. The bounce her body made as she hit the mattress did amazing things to her breasts, and I felt my mouth watering as I quickly crawled over her and lowered my head, ready to give them the attention that they deserved.
“Oh lord,” Eloise wheezed.
I always remembered how responsive she was when I did this to her the first time, my mind scrambling as I licked the hardened tip and gently bit down.
Her hands couldn’t figure out where to go. They were on my neck, my chest, my arms that were caging her in as I kissed one of her breasts and teased the other with my fingers. Her hips started jerking against my stomach, and I pressed my weight into her a little bit more to tease her more.
“You’re killing me,” Eloise breathed.
I fully intended to. I wanted to see Eloise come undone. I was the one who could make her smile in that relaxed way she did every time she came down from the high of orgasm.
I felt my hand smooth down her side, gripping the flesh of her hip right over her tattoos there before I lowered my head and kissed the bouquet of flowers on her ribs.
Then I took her hand with the other flower tattoos and pinned it to the mattress so that I could lean over and kiss those, too. She snuck her free hand into my hair, tugging me towards her face. I quickly planted one firm kiss against her lips before I pulled against her grip to slide down her body, thoroughly kissing the artwork on her hip.
“Are you kissing my tattoos?” Eloise huffed a laugh with her question. I had no idea how to explain that I wanted to claim every inch of her skin with my mouth, because I was a mess, so I let my gaze get snagged on hers as I dragged my tongue from the outside of her thigh and inward, where I could see slickness shining on either side of her lacy thong.
“Oh, fuck me,” Eloise’s head fell back on the mattress, and I found myself unwilling to let go of my grip on her legs as I spread them apart, settling my shoulders in between so that I could use a finger to tug the side of her underwear out of my way.
Good god, she was already glistening for me. “I plan to…” I found myself rasping through a whisper. I wasn’t confident she could hear it with how loud she was panting already. My voice was roughand dry, and not just from the state of arousal I was in. The words burned against my damaged and unused vocal cords, but I was proud of how well my mouth and tongue remembered to form the words beyond the feeling of sandpaper scraping against the sound.
“Did you just—” Eloise didn’t get to finish her question because I dove in, unable to wait a second longer to taste her. She covered her mouth to smother her squeal at the first swipe, and part of me remembered that she had roommates, but I couldn’t have cared less at the moment. I was entirely focused on my actions, keeping my eyes open and on her as I explored Eloise’s most intimate parts to see which licks and kisses that she responded to the most.
Within what felt like seconds, I could see a light pink flush start to coat her cheeks and chest.
It felt incredibly difficult to keep steady, and my grip on her thighs tightened with need as I forced myself to keep my pace consistent for her benefit. Eloise’s hands rooted themselves into her own hair, her eyes closed and her lips parted. Soon she was squirming so much that I had to place a hand on her pelvis simply to keep her still enough for me to continue what I was doing.
When her body wasn’t thrusting against me, I decided to indulge myself and pressed one of my fingers into her, watching her to make sure that it was okay. When she smiled and her hands removed themselves from her hair to grip the sheets instead, I continued to curl my finger inside of her.
“Yes. Please, please,” I almost sped up the flicks my tongue was making, almost. However, I had a feeling that I needed to pin her down and keep doing what I was doing exactly as it was. Perhaps she was close and was begging me not to change a thing.
Turns out, I was right.
Eloise exploded on my tongue, her back arching almost completely off the bed as she groaned through clenched teeth. Only then did I close my eyes and let myself focus on the experience of lapping up every bit of her arousal.
Once she went limp against the mattress, I finally stopped, sitting up on my elbows and waiting for her eyes to open and look at me before I placed my finger in my mouth, licking her off of me with a satisfied groan.
“Are you real?” Eloise asked, face flushed and eyes hazy. I bit my lip as I smiled and started to crawl up her body again before I paused and rolled off of the bed. “Get back here!” Eloise hissed. I crouched down and grabbed my pants, digging through the pockets until I pulled out the two condoms I had tucked into my wallet before leaving my house today. I stood tall and held up the contraception, rather than explaining myself.
Eloise nodded and quickly sat up. Both of her hands gripped the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down so roughly, I almost lost my balance and tipped over, but I was able to get a grip on her shoulder to brace myself.
“Oh god,” Eloise groaned when her eyes settled on my erection standing at full attention. I felt only a small flicker of self-consciousness from her ogling my cock so openly, even though it wasn’t even the first time she had done so, but then she let me step fully out of my boxers while scooting herself to the edge of the bed so that she could wrap one of her delicate hands around me.
Air whooshed from my lungs at her grip.
“Damn,” Eloise’s lips tugged at the edges, a playful smile hinting there as she licked the palm of her other hand and wrapped that one around my shaft as well. “You might not fit. You might be too much for me.” Her eyes lifted to meet mine as I stared down at her, her hands doing incredible things that made it difficult to think beyond, Oh shit, is she serious? Have I hurt her before?
Then I noticed the mischief in her eyes, and I felt mine narrow in response.
“It always fits, Logan,” Eloise responded as she focused back on her task of giving me the most incredible hand job I had ever received in my life, “I think you’ll always have to go slow with me, though. I mean you are, well, the size that you are.”
A woman telling a man that they’re large, or big, or whatever adjective along those lines, will always be the exact right thing to say to him anytime they’re about to have sex. The primal urge in me to push her down and sink into her was almost unbearable after hearing those words fall from her lips.
I was bracing one hand on her shoulder, noticing the drop of precum on the tip of my cock a second before Eloise leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head. I rolled my head back, spots coating my vision at the incredible feeling of her hot mouth on me.
I quickly jerked back out of her grip, silently loving the pout on her lips from my retreat.
“What’s wrong?” Eloise asked. I shook my head at her and mouthed with my ASL, I’m going to come.
“That’s literally the point.” Eloise lifted an eyebrow at me, and I shook my head at her again as I huffed a laugh of my own at her. “What do you want, then?”
You, my vision wasn’t as hazy anymore, and I zeroed in on her as I noticed that she still had her lacy thong on. I had never taken it off. Well, that won’t do, I thought. I reached forward and wrapped my hands around the flimsy fabric before tugging as quickly and roughly as I could, loving the snapping sound it made in the room as I tossed the ripped material over my shoulder.
Eloise gasped, a new dark flush coating her cheeks as she stared wide-eyed at her ruined underwear on the floor. I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I was on her, pushing her back on the bed and covering her lips with my own.
“Wait!” Eloise grabbed my face with her hands and pushed me back far enough to playfully glare at me, “That was my favorite pair, you Neanderthal!”
Sorry, I wasn’t sorry, I’ll buy you more.
“Just so you can feel better about ripping those off, too?”
Yes, I could only pretend to care about her shredded thong so much. She rolled her eyes at me before kissing me hard, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip almost too roughly.
My cock twitched between us, loving her bite, and reminding me that it needed protection.
“Fine,” Eloise pushed me away, slapping her hand on the mattress until it landed on the condoms. She picked them up only to slap them against my chest. “Cover up, then cover me.” I lifted an eyebrow at her as I tore one condom open with my teeth, loving how hooded her eyes went at the sight of it.
Damn, the moves from those romance novels really did come in clutch sometimes.
As I covered my almost painful erection, I watched Eloise adjust herself on the bed until she was on her hands and knees, grabbing one of my hands and bringing it around to her breast, and making me fold on top of her back.
Jesus Christ, Eloise’s ass was phenomenal like this.
“You ripped my panties,” Eloise shrugged, “We’re doing this how I want first.”
Say less, Eloise.
It wasn’t until I started teasing her nipple and kissing the back of her neck that I glanced up and realized what position she put us in. I was supporting myself on one arm and my knees as I folded over her back, when I met her eyes on me in the mirror hanging from the sliding doors of her closet.
Eloise wanted to watch us.
Eloise wanted to watch us have sex through the reflection of her mirror.
I was confident that I fell in love with her right then and there.
I grinned, loving the way her breath shuddered as I gently licked the shell of her ear and I kept my gaze on hers through the glass. Her ass pressed against my erection in the neediest way I had ever witnessed from her.
“I need you,” Eloise confirmed, her gaze growing glassy as I lowered my hand from her breast to the bundle of nerves between her legs, “Please.”
I positioned myself at her center, releasing a shocked breath at how hot and wet she was still. I had one hand gripping her hips, while the other one flicked against her clit, as I slowly started to stretch her out around me.
It was insane how tight she felt.
Eloise’s head fell forward as she groaned from my intrusion, and I was genuinely worried that I was going to explode before I even made it all the way inside of her. I used my index finger gripping her hip to tap her skin a few times, making her lift her head enough to meet my gaze in the mirror like this.
She wanted to watch, so she was going to watch.
It was probably the slowest I had ever entered a woman, but it was also the most satisfying. I could see each emotion and watch every gasp with every inch as I sunk deeper into her. Eloise looked so petite like this, my large frame bending over her as I consumed her. Just as she was consuming me.
Once I was finally seated inside her as far as I could go, I held still for her to get used to me.
Because she one hundred percent needed to get used to me.
I wasn’t confident I’d ever let her go.
Her flushed cheeks and chest, the glaze over her eyes, and her heavy breathing made it incredibly difficult not to pound into her immediately.
Then, unexpectedly, Eloise released a surprised giggle.
I had no idea what was funny, and I raised an eyebrow at her in the mirror for her to explain herself. “It’s just,” Eloise giggled again before taking a deep breath, “I was just thinking about how convenient it is that I don’t really need to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Jesus Christ.
I pulled back slowly, before roughly slamming back into her again. Her gasp sounded positive, but I waited for her to nod her head at me in the mirror before I continued. She was so tight around me I could feel every subtle flutter and clench that she made. The fact that she seemed to be pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts, was making me lose my fucking mind.
But I was a prideful man, and I was determined to get one more orgasm out of her before I lost it myself.
I reached around her hips and started gently circling her clit again, and the feminine noises of approval made my already beating heart threaten to race out of my chest.
“I don’t think I can…” Eloise’s head fell forward again, but her words only made the competitive side of me rise. Based on how she was already occasionally fluttering around me, I had a feeling that she could.
I released her hip and used that hand to wrap around her stomach, pulling her up so that her back rested against my chest, and both of our knees were on the bed as I thrust into her. Her grip on my forearms was tight, and it only motivated me as I dropped my head and gently bit down on her shoulder.
“Oh my god,” Eloise whimpered in time with a firm clench around me. I could feel her body starting to stiffen in my arms, her lips parting in shock as her eyelids almost fell completely closed.
I knew she could go again.
“…C’mon,” I breathed, my lips right against her ear so that I knew she could hear my raspy, damaged voice. I ignored the burn that I would feel in my throat for a while after this because no way in hell was I using my hands to communicate when they were busy pulling Eloise apart, “…Give it to me.”
Her whole body locked, her fingernails digging into my forearms as her head fell back against my shoulder and she clenched her teeth again. Her eyes were squeezed closed as she groaned and came undone in my arms. I lifted my gaze to watch us in the mirror, loving how good we looked together like this. How well we fit together, how soft, and warm she felt as she let me take what I could from her.
Only when Eloise’s muscles loosened and she fell almost limp in my arms, did I let my own thrusts become erratic as I finally buried my head in her shoulder and let go. White hot pleasure raced down the base of my spine as my vision almost blacked out completely, and I had to remember to breathe when I finally spent the last of myself inside of her.
Eloise’s heavy breathing, and the way she leaned most of her body weight against my chest, left me with no other choice. I used my hold around her body to simply tip us over onto the bed, loving the surprise oof Eloise made at the contact against the mattress.
After a few long moments embracing each other, we finally pulled apart just enough to clean each other up. Eloise had already gotten wipes so that we wouldn’t have to leave the room and potentially face her roommates. Now that we were officially together, there was no need to sneak around, but that didn’t mean either of us wanted to run into Courtney minutes after mind-numbing sex, either.
The best part of the night, after we had covered ourselves under her blankets and casually chatted about the day, after I watched her slowly close her eyes for the last time that night, was knowing that I didn’t have to wake up early to sneak away.
No. This time, as I fell asleep with Eloise Bane wrapped around my body, I relaxed into the fact that we would also wake up just as we dozed off.
Together.