It makes me want to give this a go. I am seeing the walls around him come down, but I don’t know if I’m ready to drop mine. I can’t deny what I feel when he’s near me. My whole body hums with anticipation. He’s a tornado circling me and an anchor holding me steady. He tucks my hair behind my ear. “Come to bed with me.”
I hope my silence isn’t a sign of rejection; in reality, it is indecisiveness. This man has the power to end me. I have never felt such a pull; losing control is terrifying. Something is telling me to commit to him – mind, body and soul – but my subconscious is screaming at me.
This won’t end well.
I will have my heart broken, and I will be left alone.
Abandoned. Again.
Controlled by my lack of willpower, I step into him. Placing a kiss to his lips, electricity pulses through my veins. Just for tonight, I will give up my power, relent to these feelings, andallow myself to be open. Tomorrow, I will lock myself back away.
Elton leads me upstairs by my hand. No words need to be exchanged. He offers me a freshen-up in the bathroom while he checks on Neive. I take the opportunity to shower – I’ve been working all day and came straight here to deliver Neive home safely.
The bathroom is the definition of opulence, with white marble countertops, dimmed lights, and a shower of dreams. I turn on the rainfall shower by selecting the easiest button, there’s a panel which could do all sorts of things. A scented mist fills the room, eucalyptus and jasmine. This man is surrounded by luxuries I couldn’t even dream of, and tomorrow I go back to my little house with my mum and my dog. I’m just a baker with a dream, and Elton is so far out of reach. I shouldn’t be here. But just for tonight, I’ll ignore all the blaring warning sirens in my head. Tonight, I let myself live a fantasy.
The water cascades over me, and I lather myself with his shower gel. I take in the selection of black bottles, sandalwood and mandarin. Masculine and rich. I like the idea of smelling like him. I’ll sneak another shower before I go home so I can take his scent with me.
Stepping out, I wipe the condensation off the mirror and try my best to fix my hair and face. There’s no brush or hair dryer, so I towel dry my hair and wipe away the residue of make-up. I’m sure Neive would have stuff I could borrow, but there is no way I’m letting her catch onto what is happening here. Wrapping myself in a fluffy navy bathrobe I find on the back of the door, I make my way to the bedroom.
Elton is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room in a pair of black sweatpants, drinking whisky, hair still damp from a shower he took elsewhere. His eyes are heavy with lust as he takes me in.
“Come here.” His deep, raspy voice vibrates through me and pulls me closer.
I step between his legs, running my hands through his hair as he leans his forehead against my stomach. He’s so broken and lost. I want to fix him. I want to guide him. But that’s not my place, I have no place here. I could let myself pretend though, for a little while.
I pull his head up to face me. “Tonight, Elton, I’m going to look after you. Give me control. I’ll make it all better,” I assure him. He locks my gaze and runs his hands up the back of my thighs. I move his hands to my front and settle them on the robe tie, telling him to disrobe me. As it drops to the floor, his eyes roam my body, taking every inch in. His fingers caress the lines of my hips. He sucks in a breath as I place both his hands on the arms of the chair and sink to my knees.
“Fuck, Reilly. You look so good on your knees.” He’s hard and proud through his sweats, his erection pressing against the fabric, begging to be released. He helps me slide his trousers off, and I take him in, like a king in all his glory. Strong and thick, I want to taste him, take him in my mouth and let him release. I want to take all his stress and fears away from him.
I run my hands up his thighs, staring straight into his eyes. He is burning for me. As I lick along his length, he sucks in a breath and tenses. Tensing is good. I want him to tense up so it all comes crashing out of him when he lets go. Let him release all the tight emotion inside of him. I take him in my mouth, letting him slide all the way to the back. Grabbing his hips to control myself, I swallow, constricting the back of my throat around the head of his cock. “Reilly,” he grunts. Getting this reaction out of a man like Elton fills me with pride and spurs me on. I start to take him in long deep strokes, sucking my cheeks in. He moves his hand to the back of my head, but Istop, releasing his cock, and move his hand back to the arm of the chair.
“I’m in control tonight, Elton.” He shudders and closes his eyes, leaning his head back. He needs this. I want to bring him to the edge of insanity so everything he has inside will come rushing out. Going back to work on him, I run my hand up his body. His chest muscles are tight and hard. I place my hand at his neck and feel his pulse strong. I hold with just the right amount of pressure. He turns his head towards my hand and takes my thumb in his mouth, sucking and grazing with his teeth. I mimic the action with my own mouth, lightly grazing my teeth along his shaft. He bites hard on my thumb, but I have a good sense of seeing that as a reaction and not an instruction. I take him deeper. Speeding up. His grunts and noises spur me on. I have him, just where I want him.
“Reilly, you’re killing me. You’re fucking killing me.” His palms twitch where I’ve made him keep them. Desperate to touch me, desperate to grab me. Having a man like Elton at my mercy is a strength I wasn’t sure I possessed.
This is as difficult for me as it is for him. I want him to break, to push past reason and take me. He needs to let go first, then it will be time for him to take back the control.
I pull back suddenly, sitting on my heels, my own breath heavy, my own desire seeping out of me. He grips the edge of the chair, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. His eyes are dark, and if I weren’t aware of the lust he feels for me, his face would show pure hatred. But he waits, his body practically shaking with desire. I make him wait. I sit back on my heels and slowly open my thighs. Showing him myself and what his presence does to me. I run both hands through my hair and down my neck. Past my breasts, stopping to tease my nipples. Elton’s eyes track my movement, his breath ragged. He’s holding himself back. He wants to jump me, lift me and ravish me.
As I reach my pussy, wet and wanting, he snaps his eyes back to my face. He’s asking permission. This proud man, following my rules and waiting for me to let him.
With one nod of my head, he rushes for me. Lifting me by my waist and throwing me in the middle of the bed. Climbing on me and kissing me hard and fast. His tongue explores my mouth, and his hands grab at my waist. So hard I’ll probably bruise, but it will be worth it. I have released a beast in him, and he is angry. His unforgiving touch taking back what I took from him.
He bites on my shoulder and shoves two fingers deep inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, and my orgasm is stirring inside me. He helps me chase my pleasure, whispering soft words of encouragement. I’m so close.
“I need you, Reilly. I need you now.”
He scrambles for a condom from his side table and sheaths himself. He lifts my back slightly off the bed, and he hooks my legs over his shoulders and slams into me. My core bursts, and my desire floods through my body at the orgasm I’ve been holding on to since my shower. I grab him by the back of the neck. “Oh fuck, Elton.” He pushes one hand down on my stomach, and I feel my orgasm climb again.
“One more, Reilly. One more for me.” Anything for him. Anything.
I can feel the pressure inside of me, and I moan long and loud as it releases, and my pussy contracts around his hard cock. He grabs a fistful of my hair at the nape of my neck. “Fuck, Reilly.” He grunts into my ear as he fills me. We ride out our orgasms, slow and deep; his forehead rests on mine, and his eyes are closed, his breath hot against my skin.
When he finally drops next to me on the bed, he lets out a long breath, leans over and kisses me on the forehead. No words are spoken; none are needed.
EIGHTEEN
Elton
