“I want more,” I say, grasping his shirt.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
He gets to his feet, and I get a quick glance at his pants and the stain that’s now over his crotch from grinding against me after I came.
Leaning down, he picks me up and literally tosses me over his shoulder. I squeal, and all I can think about is how my bare ass is up in the air for all to see. Then I remember it’s just us on this boat and we’re in the middle of the bay. And if someone passing by happens to see my ass, well, good for them.
Elliot leans down to gather the blankets in one hand, pulling them behind us. Once we get below deck, he tosses them in the corner of the kitchen before going into the bedroom and dropping me onto the bed. He tears his shirt over his head, tossing it away before working on his pants. They’re quickly undone, his fingers tucked into the sides, prepared to shove them down when he freezes.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, sitting up.
“I don’t have any condoms.”
My cheeks flush again and in a small voice, I say, “I do.”
He raises a brow at me, smirking. I shrug in response, then crawl off the bed and go to my purse that I left on the floor by the closet. I pull out the unopened box and hand it to him.
Elliot takes the box, then tugs me toward him, kissing me passionately. A soft thump tells me he tossed the box onto the bed, then both hands are gripping my shirt and pulling it off. Once that’s gone, he drops to his knees in front of me, kissing along my stomach again, until he moves down and latches onto my clit.
I jerk away, still sensitive, but he follows me. Shuffling on his knees to keep his mouth on me until I’m slamming against the wall and can’t move anymore.
He growls, pushing a forearm against my stomach to hold me in place. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I shamelessly ride his face—even though I just came harder than I ever have.
Sliding a finger inside me has me crying out, pulsing around him. And my God, I may actually come again!
“Come on, sweetness. You can do it. You can do it, baby. Give me another one,” he mutters against me between swipes of his tongue. He flicks his tongue against my clit in the perfect rhythm, and when his finger presses down on something inside me, I explode, seeing stars again.
The next thing I know, I’m thrown on the bed and Elliot is completely naked. I get a second or two to look at his gorgeous body as he sheaths his cock with the condom. I’ve already seen him naked, but there’s something so different about him standing over me like this and not lying on a table atmymercy.
I can’t tell which I like better.
He crawls onto the bed, a predatory look in his eye as he kneels before me, grasping his dick in his hand and squeezing.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, sounding almost pained. Like he couldn’t bear for the answer to be no, but he’d accept it if he had to.
I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I’ve never wanted something as badly as I want this man right now. I don’t say either of those things though, because they sound way too desperate. Instead, I just nod.
He shuffles forward, then falls over me, resting his weight on one forearm placed by my head while using his other hand to slide his cockhead over my pussy.
“So fucking wet,” he whispers. “I love feeling you come on my tongue. And I’m going to love feeling you come on my cock even more, I bet.”
My God, who taught this man to be so dirty?
He presses against my hole, sliding in but stopping and pulling out. Carefully, he eases his way into me, allowing my body to stretch to him. I dig my nails into his back, raising my hips up to meet him, wanting him all the way in me. And when he is, when his hips meet mine, he just sits there for a moment, catching his breath. I never thought something inside me could feelthisgood.
His lips are on my neck, kissing gently up to my jaw until he finds my lips again. And then he’s moving. Slow and deep, rocking into me in a way that’s driving me insane.
“So fucking good,” he mutters, body trembling. He’s still moving deep and slow, and something tells me he’s holding back. This seems way too calm for how he’s been acting, and maybe it’s because he’s trying to hold back from coming, but maybe it’s because he’s trying to hold back from hurting me. I want everything he has to give me. I want him to push my limits and show me what I’m capable of. Because he seems to know more than I do in that department.
“Faster,” I whisper to him.
He makes a happy sound in the back of his throat and moves faster, the head of his cock brushing a spot inside me that feels so damn good.
“Harder,” I say next, wanting to make sure I feel this tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that too. I want a reminder of what I’m capable of, that I can do anything. It’s my life to live, and if I want to fuck my ex-boyfriend’s dad, I will.
The sound he makes this time is nothing less than primal, and he does exactly what I say. The way I feel so in control with him, knowing he does anything I ask, is thrilling. Once again, Elliot Caldwell has me feeling on top of the world.
