He doesn’t have to tell me twice. We fall into the room together, tangled up in each other’s arms, my parts rubbing his parts and his parts rubbing my parts in a gloriously hedonistic frenzy as we drop onto his bed.
The air in here smells divine, and so do these sheets.
There will be plenty of time to talk about how clean it is later. Right now, all I care about is the fact that he is dragging a condom from the drawer.
The mattress dips as he kneels on the bed, tearing open the condom with his teeth before stretching it over his length. He catches my knees, spreading my legs once more. But then he stills, ocean eyes meeting mine. “You sure?”
That we’ve come all this way, and he is still asking if I want to do this means more than he will ever know. I have no doubt that if I told him I didn’t want to have sex anymore, he wouldn’t pressure me into it. But I amnotbacking out. Elliott Grant wants to fuck me, and there’s no way in hell I’m telling him no. “Yes.”
Inch by inch, he pushes inside, stretching my body with his until I can take no more. I can feel the panic start in my chest,tightening, making it difficult to inhale a full breath. He’s given me two orgasms, and I can’t even take all of him.
He drops a kiss to my forehead. “Relax, Chaos.”
How is he so freaking sweet? “I think you’re going to break me.” I don’t mean physically. Already, I can feel an Elliott-shaped hole in my heart.
“Nah. We’ll make it work.”
He stills, giving me time to breathe. I lift onto my elbows to kiss his bobbing throat, the stubble on his jaw.
“You feel so fucking good. If I didn’t want to make this last, I could come right now.” His words rasped against my ear melt me into a boneless pile of goo, making more room for him to ease his hips forward until he bottoms out.
I feel like giving him a high-five.
But since he’s a little busy, I lay back and enjoy the ride.
And what a ride it is.
Elliott’s fingers never stray far from my clit. I don’t think it’s ever had this much of a workout. It’s like he’s looking for a genie and I’m the magic lamp.
“You going to come for me again, Chaos? I hear third time’s a charm.”
“I don’t think I can.”
His eyes narrow. “Wrong answer.”
I’m wrung out, no energy left, holding on for dear life. Then a tingling sensation that’s becoming all too familiar gathers low in my stomach. Another orgasm rips through me, more intense than the others. His eyes seem to ignite when they lock with mine. He bucks his hips three more times, losing his tempo before collapsing with a muttered, “Holy shit,” against my sweat-slickened temple.
Holy shit is right.
Elliott fucks like the world is ending.
He rolls onto his back, his chest heaving as he stares up at the chrome ceiling fan. His proud dick is still way too thick where it rests on his thigh.
Well, that was unexpected.
This man deserves a freaking medal.
His palm flattens against his heart, and he chuckles. With another muttered obscenity, he grabs a tissue from his bedside table and removes the condom, tossing both into the trash can.
I wait for the awkwardness to set in. For the blurting to start.
But then he pulls me into him, tucking my head beneath his chin and asks if I want him to make pancakes.
Not sure if we’re still playing the game, but my answer to that will always be… “Yes.”
CHAPTER 43
ELLIOTT
