Page 248 of Rush

“Good.”

I start again. Torturously slow. Lingering licks. Little nips. My hands splay over his abs, feeling the tension coiling beneath every breath. He squirms again.

I pull back.

His jaw locks. He’s trying.

The longer I tease, the more his body fights the restraint—his thighs tense, his biceps flex under the ties, veins bouncing like guitar strings.

When I hear it—just one raw, broken moan—something inside me clenches.

“Fuck, Elena,” he gasps. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I smile against his skin.

By the time I reach his briefs, he’s painfully hard, already damp with need. I peel them down slowly, and he hisses as the air hits him.

I lick him once—flat and slow from base to tip.

He swears under his breath.

I take him into my mouth, letting him fill me inch by inch. I suck, long wet strokes, until he throbs on my tongue, until he’s slick and hard and shaking. I climb on top of him.

Broderick’s eyes lock on mine, pure desperation.

I lower myself down—agonizingly slow stretching around him, feeling every part of him drag against every part of me.

He grits his teeth. His whole body trembles under the weight of control.

I roll my hips once. Slow. Deep.

“Jesus Christ,” he bites out, sweat forming at his temples.

Then I see it—the moment the restraint snaps.

He rips the silk ties apart like they’re paper. Broderick’s hands shoot to my thighs, gripping, squeezing hard. And then he fucks me—like he’s waited his whole life.

Broderick’s mouth is on mine, devouring. His hands are everywhere. I brace against his chest, grinding down, matching him thrust for thrust until he buries himself deep with a strangled groan and comes.

We’re still catching our breath when he turns his head, eyes lazy, lips parted.

“So…” he murmurs. “What’s the surprise?”

I smirk, stretching over him, skin brushing skin. “So impatient.”

Reaching for the nightstand drawer, I pull out a small velvet pouch.

“Here,” I say, tossing it onto his chest.

He looks at it as if I’ve just handed him a live grenade. Carefully, he picks it up, unties the drawstring, and peeks inside.

His eyes widen.

Inside is a bottle of lubricant, a larger butt plug, and condoms.

“You made me an ass pack?”

I giggle. “I’ve been working on it since the last time, and I think I can take you.”