“More?” she said, all husky and warm.
She wiped at her chin, at the trickle of saliva left behind, and precum leaked from my cock.
Fuck me.
“How wet is your pussy right now, Eleanor?” I rasped.
I’d never needed to know anything more.
She seemed thrown off by the question, biting down on her pillowy bottom lip as those dark, sooty lashes fluttered. Then she swallowed, and I felt her throat work beneath my palm.
“I want my cock to be just as soaked,” I added, a low clarification.
Her lips twitched.
“More, then,” she decided, and she spat more aggressively this time, though with just as much of a perfect aim.
I groaned, watching it trickle down, pooling on top of my hand. “God, Eleanor. You’re making a fucking mess out of me, you know that?”
An understatement. I was threatening to come undone at the seams, in more ways than one, because of this woman.
I caught Eleanor’s heady gaze just before she parted her lips, dipped her chin, and let more spit slide off her tongue.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” she asked when she was done, and I was speechless. All I could do was nod enthusiastically.
Yes, baby. Make even more of a mess out of me. Destroy me, I don’t even fucking care anymore.
Ellie grinned, preening, and I released her throat before I was tempted to pull her to my lips and kiss her senseless. She retreated to the other end of the couch again, propping herself up against the cushions while still facing me. Her skin was flushed and gorgeous, and God, I wanted nothing more than to taste her.
But that wasn’t whatshewanted right now. She wanted to watch me. And since I didn’t know how to do anything but give Eleanor what she asked for, I began working my hand up and down my cock, imagining that it was sloppy because her mouth was still there, on it. And hell, did she feel good.Sogoddamn good. A low moan slipped through my lips, and my eyes fluttered shut before opening again.
Thank fuck for that, otherwise I would have missed the way Ellie spread her legs, letting them fall open, exposing a glimpse of her pussy, half-covered by the hem of her dress.
I choked on a breath, suddenly more desperate than I had ever been in my entire life. I needed more, needed to see her, right fuckingnow.
“Holy—” I barely got the word out through gritted teeth, and Ellie’s eyes, which had been trained on the way my hand worked over my erection, snapped to my face. “I need to see it. Need to see that wet pussy my cock loves so much.”
Her expression turned coy as she inched her dress up, revealing only a sliver more of her center. “Oh, this pussy?”
“Yes, that fucking pussy, Eleanor,” I growled. “The only pussy I ever get fucking hard for.”
“Mm.” Her gaze flared, a visual streak of possession that reminded me of earlier in the car, when I’d realized she’d been fishing, trying to figure out if I’d been with anyone else.Only you, only ever you.“You want more?”
She dropped her hand between her legs, cupping her sex, and now I was pretending that I was touching her. That my cock was touching her, sliding through her slick cunt.
“Of you?” I rasped. “Always.”
“Okay,” she whispered, more vulnerable and tender thanbefore. And shit, I wanted to examine more closely why that may be, but then Ellie gradually withdrew her hand, letting her fingers graze between her legs, skimming her clit, which was now exposed to me entirely because she’d rucked her dress up and around her hips, leaving her pussy on display, and ohfuck, she was playing with it.
And whimpering.
Oh, God, she was whimpering.
“Sawyer,” she whined, and I worked my hand harder.
Jesus Christ.
“Oh, fuck, El.”
