Annabelle
I return Elliot’s kiss, my mouth open and hot. The way he spoke of secrets and trust tightens my chest. Guilt pricks my heart, but even though he talked as though nothing would change from my sharing, I know he’s wrong. People say whatever sounds good to get what they want, but their actions don’t always match their words. Not that I think Elliot is lying. But he might be under the delusion that he can be steadfast when he really can’t. I’ve seen how quickly people’s hatred for one thing can bleed into another. The scandal involving my father turned my life upside down even though it had nothing to do with me.
I’m too afraid to see the warmth in Elliot’s eyes change to ice—or worse, contempt. The problems I have with Mr. Grayson and Dennis are my own, something I need to take care of. Elliot and I only have twelve short months together. Is it too much to hope for a fairy tale year?
I dig my hands into his hair and pull him closer, tighter. Mine. Mine. Mine.
My heart beats with a staccato rhythm that knocks against my chest with such force that it almost hurts. I tunnel my hands under his shirt. His skin is warm and taut. I trace the tight lines and ridges of his abs. The hardness of his thighs feels delicious between my legs. I twitch and catch my breath as the vibrator suddenly starts up again.
Elliot gets up, his arms gathering and supporting me. I wrap my legs around his waist. My fingers dig into his wide shoulders. Everything about him is powerful and sexy as he carries me to the bedroom. Pressed this tightly to him, I can feel every ripple of his solid, heavy muscles.
As soon as the door shuts behind us, I glide down his body. I tug at the halter-top knot holding my dress up. It pools at my feet, all crumpled whiteness. I unhook my bra, letting it drop, and my matching panties soon join the rest of my outfit.
Elliot’s eyes have flared. The light in the room hides nothing of my reaction to his nearness. My breasts ache, fuller and heavier under his hot gaze. The tingling sensation deepens in my pointed nipples, at the juncture of my legs. I’m so wet that even my inner thighs are slick. Elliot runs his thumbs over my nipples, and I cry out at the sharp pleasure that courses through me.
His cock strains, thickly outlined against his pants, and I drop to my knees before him, licking my lips. I want to show him with my body that he can trust me—that I’d never betray him.
My hands shaking, I unbuckle and unzip his pants. Elliot waits, his breathing uneven. I pull down his boxer briefs, just low enough to expose him. His erection springs into my eager palm, the plum-shaped head already glistening with a few drops of precum. I make a fist around the thick shaft, feel it pulse as though begging for more of my touch.
I breathe over it softly. His scent is strong and earthy. Anticipation and need tighten his breathtaking, beloved face, and desire heats my blood until it’s all I can do not to whimper. My gaze on his face, I pull the tip of his cock into my mouth, my lips creating a tight seal.
His eyes darken, and a soft groan tears from his bare throat. I run the tip of my tongue across the spot between the bottom of his head and shaft, and feel him grow harder and thicker.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses between his clenched teeth.
I pull him deeper, as much as I can take of him. The salt of his precum coats my tongue, and I suck, trying to milk more of it. I bob my head and use my hand as well since there’s no way I can take all of him.
“The thing you do with your mouth…” He groans helplessly.
I drag my lips along his shaft as I pull back then suck him in deeper again. His hand sinks into my hair.
“Cup your tits and roll your nipples with your fingers. I want to feel you come with my dick in your pretty pink mouth.”
Obediently, I fondle my breasts. The touch of my hands is different from his—lighter and softer. I gasp as the fire burns hotter in my gut as I pleasure myself like this, his gaze on me and his cock between my lips.
He reaches for something in his pants pocket. The vibrator inside me pulses with greater force. I groan deep in my throat as need throbs in my core and spreads all over me.
“Touch your clit. Make yourself feel really, really good,” Elliot orders, his voice rough and guttural with arousal. His hand tightens around my hair. “I’m going to fuck you in the mouth, and you’re going to come on your knees over and over again.”
Despite the air conditioning in the room, a fine sweat appears on my heated skin. My sex clenches around the vibrator. Its ruthless buzzing and the feel of my finger strumming the swollen bundle of nerves between my legs push me toward orgasm. Elliot starts pumping in and out of me. Although the movements of his narrow pelvis are slow and powerful, he makes sure not to force more than I can handle.
The beginning of a climax simmers in my blood. My hands and fingers move harder and faster over my body, air sawing in and out of my burning lungs. Elliot says filthy things that I feel rather than comprehend.
“Don’t stop. Keep going,” he says, his voice almost unrecognizable. “Come for me, beautiful.”
His steely command pushes me over the edge. Every cell in my body convulses as a powerful orgasm rips through me.
“Again,” he commands.
My primed body obeys, even as he keeps driving into my mouth.
“Again.”
I climax for the third time, my scream muffled against his thick erection. I try to bob my head, wanting to get him to join me, but his hands hold me prisoner. So I hollow my cheeks and use my tongue, feel his cock jerk in my mouth.
“No, Belle. You aren’t making me come in your mouth.” He withdraws.
I blink up at him in confusion. I feel like someone’s taken away a special treat. “But I want you to…”