Page 51 of Brutal Titan

I smile at the phone before pulling up the number for Pizza Roads. It’s her favorite place to eat, but it’s usually the last place our group ends up because she’s usually outvoted and has to settle for a burger. The last few times our group has eaten there, she’d opted not to join us. Her absence was definitely felt; I missed the grumbling as she ordered and the complaining that we never listen to her. Maybe she’ll realize I had been listening all along. I schedule an order for her favorite pizza to pick up on my way home. Not that I hadn’t already realized it, but this further proves that I’m way past gone. She has me hook, line, and sinker … and I’m ready to drown in her.

29

Victoria

Steering through the garage’s open door, I pull into the spot that Elliot said would be open, effectively concealing my car from view in case an unexpected houseguest should stop by. Not that it’s likely since Elliot told Asher he had plans with Susan … another lie. Even if my brother drives me crazy most of the time and I hate being known as his little sister, I don’t like lying to him. And I know Elliot doesn’t either. I agree with waiting a few days, but I wonder if a few days will turn into more, or never.

“This is crazy,” I whisper into the car, closing my eyes as I take in a deep breath. It’s not like I’m nervous about being here or with him, especially after the spectacle we both participated in. Heat rises in my cheeks as the vivid memories enter my mind. Yep. This is crazy.

Tossing the door open, I step out of the car, grabbing my bag before closing the door and turning to find Elliot leaning against the doorframe, a grin on his face.

“I thought you might scurry out of here for a second.” Pushing off the doorframe, he steps aside as I walk past him and into the house.

“Nope. Just preparing myself to deal with this.” I wave my hand up and down, motioning to him as I fail to suppress my grin. Besides, it’s pointless. He knows I’m his, I wouldn’t be here otherwise.

“Nothing can prepare me to deal with your voodoo pussy.”

I laugh as I repeat, “‘Voodoo pussy,’ really?”

“Yes. And if you’re not convinced it has me whipped, then take a look over there.” He motions behind him as I spot a pizza box, baring the Pizza Roads logo—my favorite place. “Chicken, sundried tomato, and basil. Baked to perfection.” His lips meet mine, his tongue teasing mine as my arms cling around his neck, the pizza sounds amazing but that’s not what I want to devour right now. Or more specifically, I want to be devoured by him. Sliding my hands under his shirt, I glide my palms up his ribbed stomach, lifting his shirt and pulling it over his head. I drop it to the floor as he steps forward, lifting my shirt in turn, adding it to the growing pile at our feet. Before unclasping my bra, he trails his mouth down my neck, teasing my nipple with his tongue. Once the bra has joined our shirts, he unbuttons my jeans, pushing them down along with my panties before pulling both off in one fell swoop and tossing them in the pile. His hands grasp my backside, lifting me as my legs hook around his waist. Walking over to the table, he sets me on the edge and guides me to lie back.

The cold marble does nothing to stifle the smoldering heat coming from his mouth as he licks a trail down my stomach. His head moves between my thighs and I clasp his soft hair, rocking against his mouth as I hold him to me. His hands clasp my thighs as my back arches, his tongue pulling an orgasm from me so effortlessly. I shudder in sweet surrender as he slowly skims his tongue up my body, hovering over me with a confident smile. “Voodoo, I tell you.” His mouth drops to my neck, kissing as I laugh.

“Yep, it’s confirmed. You do talk too much.”

He nibbles on my neck as he whispers, “And you love every second of it.”

“Yes, I do.” He tenses beneath my touch as I sit up, guiding him to step back so I can reach for his waistband. Sliding his athletic shorts and boxers down, he kicks them off, and his mouth is on mine as I guide him to sit on the dining chair just beside him. He attempts to pull me onto his lap, but I move back, dropping to my knees in front of him as an intense yearning flashes across his face that I fully intend to fulfill.

Holding his eyes captive with mine, I wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking as I lean forward, flicking my tongue over the tip to taste him.

He cusses, lifting slightly off the chair. Catching the back of my neck, he pulls me forward. Unable to take him fully into my mouth, my fingers wrap around the base of his cock. Stroking him with one hand, I wrap my lips around his silky skin. Enjoying the seductive scene, I thrive on the feeling of having him in my command, holding his pleasure in my hand as he threads his fingers into my hair, grasping me to him. Matching the rhythm I set, he continues watching me intently until he tenses, guiding me back. I keep the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue over him as my hand tightens around his dick, milking it as he spills into my mouth with a lustful groan. His eyes are locked with mine, continuing to surrender control until every drop is pulled from him. His chest rises and falls, and he remains silent for a minute while pulling me up onto his lap. His hands hold my head against his, forehead to forehead. He closes his eyes, saying breathlessly, “That’s some voodoo stuff too.”

I grin, enjoying the fact that he’s still recovering from the pleasure I brought him. “Definitely. Because you finally quit talking.”

He laughs, smoothing his hand down my back as his eyes open, looking to me with a longing expression that I’m too scared to read too much into. I don’t want to focus on more than the physical pleasure, even though I know it’s already too late to fight against the hold he has on my heart. Now I know what it feels like to have both, and it’s too good to be true.

“How about some pizza, then we’ll practice your witchcraft again?”

“Sounds good to me.”

I slide off his lap, reaching for my T-shirt as he lightly grabs it from me, handing me his instead. “If you’re concealing your weapons, wear this one.”

Gladly. Sliding the T-shirt over my body, he pulls on his boxers as we move around the kitchen. Surprisingly, there’s no awkwardness between us as we sit alone in his house, having the pizza he picked up especially for me. It really is too good to be true, but I choose to enjoy every moment of it as we continue testing our theory all night, and well into the morning.