When the front door clicked shut, Clare jumped into action. She grabbed the half full pizza boxes and put all of the leftover pizza into one box before shoving it on a shelf in the fridge. “I can feel you staring at me, Eli.”
“Can’t help it, CeeCee.” He stepped up behind her and placed his hands over her hips, stilling her in front of him. Her body tensed for just a second, but by the time his lips grazed against the curve of her neck she’d relaxed against him with a sigh.
She reached her hand up and cupped his head while he nibbled his teeth along her shoulder. “You’re so sexy, Clare.” His dick hardened against the curve of her ass.
“Right. Super sexy.” Her voice was breathless and she leaned her head even farther from him, giving him more access to her creamy skin. Pressing her ass against him, she reached back with both hands and pulled his hips against her. “Short shorts clearly do it for ya, eh, Coach?”
He nipped at her skin with his lips as his hands roamed her body, over the swell of her breasts, down the smooth valley in between, around the curve of her hips and along her soft thighs. Her breathing hitched as his hands skimmed over her clothes.
When his flat palm met her stomach, a low moan rippled through her body with a shudder. It had been too long since he’d been inside her, since he’d last kissed her like she was his forever and no one else ever would.
Desperation, urgency, a feral need to have her naked and spread out underneath him had him bending at the knees to scoop her into his arms. She clutched his face with both hands and kissed him as though the same super-charged fuel coursed through her veins, too.
At the side of the bed, he sneezed and dropped her onto the mattress. “Shit, sorry.”
She waved a hand at him through her giggles. “Don’t be. You’d be far sorrier if you’d actually sneezedonme.”
Warmth skittered up his neck and into his cheeks. “Point taken.”
“Get naked.” Her chin tilt and the desire sparkling in her eyes had him undressed in record time.
He creased his nose. “I’m stinky.”
She nodded. “No lies detected.”
“Can I shower first?”
She rolled her eyes but nodded again. “Be quick.” She slid her hand down the front of her denim shorts. “You have less than three minutes.”
Fuck. Was she kidding? Her hand moved lower and her breath caught. Nope. She wasn’t kidding. His dick stirred and part of him wanted to say screw the shower, or drag her in for a bubbly scrub with him, but he was determined to take his time with her, to savor every breath, every whimper.
The last thing he wanted was for her to have to find the strength to stand upright in the shower. If they ever renovated the bathroom, he would strongly advocate for a bench in there.
He’d never washed so fast in all his life. It was just long enough to scrub off the thin film of grime from an afternoon in the yard, but not long enough to convince his cock to settle the fuck down. By the time he got back to her room, she was under the covers and her clothes were in a heap on the floor next to the bed.
Her cheeks were flushed. Her writhing had escalated. And if he was a betting man, he’d guess she was pretty close to hitting the jackpot without him. Not on his watch.
He grabbed the end of the quilt and yanked it from her body but she didn’t stop. Spreading her legs by her ankles, he nestled himself between her thighs and pushed them even farther apart. Her chest rose and fell heavily as her fingers slowed to lazy circles around her clit, his dick hardening underneath him.
“You’re going to have to move your hand if you want me to take over.” He slid a finger through her soft, soaking pussy and inside her, then two more and pressed hard against her front wall. The tremor that passed through her body was almost as good as the guttural sound that stuck in the back of her throat. “Let me make you feel good, CeeCee.”
Dragging his tongue down the length of her slit, he hummed. He’d never get tired of her sweet saltiness, or the softness of her lips. He worked his fingers against her G-spot. As much as he wanted to bury himself inside her and pound her senseless, she deserved the world, and while it felt like he was going to blow his load at any moment, he needed to put her first.
He lapped at her clit with a flat tongue before teasing it with the very tip. Her hips bucked against his face, making him lick even harder. He loved how unhindered she was under his touch. She cried out, her fingers threading through his hair and gripping his face to her pussy. A burst of cool liquid met his face, but he didn’t stop.
“Oh…my God…did… Fuck, Elliott. Fuck. Did I just squirt on you?”
She had, and he fucking loved it.
With a grunt he pressed harder against her G-spot, the sensitive spot providing little resistance as it softened under his touch, her pants and mewls lighting a fire under him to make her orgasm the best she’d ever had. Another squirt. Another “Oh my God.”
Her nails bit into his scalp while her hips reared against his face. Her body tensed as she screamed his name and covered his face with her cum. Wiping his dripping mouth with the back of one hand, he grabbed her thigh and tugged her down the bed with the other.
He didn’t give her time to recover before he inched his rock hard cock through her slick, glistening folds once…twice…and rammed it into her until he was balls deep and every ounce of tension left his body. She cried out again, and his hips found a jerky rhythm.
“Yes, baby. You did squirt on me.” He wasn’t going to last long. Hissing through gritted teeth he gripped her harder, fighting the building pressure at the base of his spine and the tightness swelling in his balls. “And it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Another thrust. A tingle at the bottom of his back. Fuck. He was going to be a two-pump chump for the love of his goddamned life, and he wasn’t even sure he cared.
“I’m about to lose my shit right now. But I promise I’ll recover quickly and do better the next time.” He pushed again, and she clenched her muscles around his cock, shoving him over the edge into the blissful abyss.
