I was going to dream specifically about that sensation. And how did his words make this hotter? It wasn’t a sexy thing to say. “You could think less of me?”
“Oh, Fallyn.” His voice rumbled through my back, and the way my name growled off his tongue was intoxicating. “I could think so much less of you. But the bar is lower than it was a week ago.” He slid his hand down my stomach and over my skirt, to lightly brush my pussy through the fabric of my leggings.
This was incredible and wrong and I was already wet enough to soak my panties. I didn’t know where that line was betweenbad ass bitchand being compliant enough to seduce Elliot, but I was pretty sure I couldn’t do both. I was also pretty sure if he kept this up, I was going to lose this round.
And I wasn’t even upset about it. “Your point is?”
Elliot pressed against me harder. Rubbing with enough intensity I felt iteverywhere. He tightened his grip on my throat. “My point is, I’m not going to make you come because I think you’re an object to be used. I’m going to do it because I know you want it. Because you’ve told me you want it. Because good girls get off, and I like the sounds you make when you do.”
The way he stroked my clit… The crass, egotistical words… The precision of his grip and his fingers digging into my clit through layers of fabric, had me close to climax.
“Tell me to stop or tell me you want to come.” He didn’t ease up, but he didn’t dig in harder either.
There were so many voices outside. People right there. Anyone could walk in on us at any minute. It would destroy his career. It would be worse for mine.
My fear was sweet on my tongue the way it mingled with my need.
“Pick one.” Elliot lightened his pressure, but not a lot.
Wait. Come back. Please. “I want to come.”
Elliot pressed into my clit harder, stroking and letting me grind to get the right angle. This was incredible. Pleasure mounted inside, surging then ebbing, growing stronger the more he worked me over. I couldn’t hear anything over the roar of my pulse in my ears, and my heart was about to hammer out of my chest.
I dug my fingers tighter into his arm, needing him to hold me up. Needing—
Fuck. I bit the inside of my cheek when I came, to keep from crying out. A copper taste hit my tongue, and I didn’t care. I was consumed by orgasm, and the rest of the world paled in comparison to the rainbow splash that flooded me.
As the sensation faded, Elliot eased up, but he didn’t pull away. He held me until my legs stopped shaking. He helped me steady myself against the wall.
And then his touch was gone, its absence followed by another door in the room opening and closing a few seconds later.
I’d never actually seen him.
ButfuckI was going to remember this for a long time, and not for bad reasons.
When I regained my footing, I pushed away from the wall and headed back into the throngs of the crowd. My face was still hot. Could anyone tell what I’d just done by looking at me? I might soak through my leggings soon, so a stop in the bathroom was in order. Thankfully, there wasn’t a line. I grabbed a handfulof paper towels, wet a couple, and headed into an open stall to clean myself up,
How was that entire exchange with Elliot supposed to change my mind or help him win? And why was I more conflicted than ever about him? He came across as cold. Removed. Not the kind of guy whose opinions I’d trust for much of anything.
But if I was looking for someone I trusted to get me off, and leave me alone the rest of the time, he was at the top of my list. How weird was that? He and Link were the first men I’d ever been with who didn’t make me feel like they’d take it from me even if I told them to stop.
Experience insisted it didn’t matter what a man said—sex and love were intertwined. If he was coming back for more, and I was enjoying the results, doing more of the same seemed like the perfect way to make him fall for me. I was going to embrace Bad-ass Bitch Fallyn, who didn’t care if she left a casualty at the side of the road.
I finished up, and made my way into the con again. The food was overpriced and I’d never pay so much for it if I weren’t here, but for some reason cheap pizza hit the spot. Then it was back to work-plus-fun.
I was heading from the exhibitor hall to one of the developer panels, when I heard someone call my name. Not unusual, it’d been happening all day. I spun to find a manright there.
“Fallyn.” He grinned. “Hi.”
“Hello.” So far most people had been friendly, even the awkward ones, so I could return the favor.
He stepped closer, and my back hit a pillar. “I’m a huge fan of your show.”
“Thanks.” I tried to move to the side, to put more space between us, and he angled his body. Now I was pinned between him, the pillar, and the escalator. “Did you want a picture or something?”
His expression darkened. “No. I just wanted to meet you. Hey, do you want to get lunch? I’m buying.”
“I just ate, thanks.” Why wasn’t anyone interrupting us? We were surrounded by people and no one cared.