“Elliot.”
“You’re cute when you’re desperate for me.” He places a kiss on my jawbone, removing his finger and exploring. When he finds my clit, I gasp and grab onto his shoulders.
With my heels still on, I’m only a few inches shorter than he is. It gives me perfect access to his neck. My tongue flicks out and tastes his skin before I latch on and suck.
He groans, but he fists the hair at the back of my neck and pulls me away. “Am I not doing enough to drive every thought out of your head? You should’ve said something.”
He captures my mouth in a kiss, holding my head still. It’s not a normal kiss—it’s all tongue and lustful, tiny nips at my bottom lip. Between his mouth devouring me and his finger shooting tendrils of warmth through my whole body, I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm building.
I moan into Elliot’s mouth as he prods my lips open with his tongue. It forces its way into me in an act that screams pure dominance. And when he pulls my head back, revealing the soft and vulnerable skin of my neck, the feeling only solidifies. Elliot is the type of man who could take control of my body and please me in ways I’ve never thought of before.
And I might just let him.
“I didn’t think you could look any more perfect. But the way you look right now? I need to see you come, love. Are you going to come for me?”
I moan when he presses a line of soft kisses down my neck. He keeps going until his tongue flicks against one of my nipples. He sucks it into his mouth, and I swear my heart skips a beat.
He quickens the pace of his finger, and it only takes a few seconds before I’m screaming into his shoulder. My whole body shudders as he works me through my orgasm, until he sits on the edge of the bed and I collapse onto his lap.
“That was amazing,” he says, biting the shell of my ear softly. “You looked so fucking beautiful.”
All I can manage is a few pants and a clumsy kiss on his lips. Then, with a chuckle that warms my whole body, he sets me on the mattress.
“Let’s get these shoes off of you.” Sliding off the bed, he crouches in front of me. His fingers brush the insides of my thighs.
My eyebrows pull together. “You don’t want me to keep them on?” He didn’t take them off in the first place, so I thought he must’ve liked it.
He gives me a look. “There’s absolutely no way I couldn’t have noticed how these heels make your ass look. But the failings of women’s footwear aren’t lost on me, love. Your feet must be killing you.” As he says the words, he takes my left foot in his hands and tenderly removes the heel.
He’s not wrong. When he slides it off, I let out a sigh of relief.
Before he moves onto my other shoe, he kisses the sensitive spot next to my ankle, dragging his lips up my leg. When he reaches my upper thigh, I instinctually spread my legs farther apart. He flattens his tongue against my clit, giving me a single lick before pulling back.
I let out a frustrated sound, and he chuckles.
“Ready for more already?” He works off my other heel, repeating his action of kissing my ankle and running his mouth up my leg. Except this time, he doesn’t lick my clit. “Good.”
His arms snake under my thighs, wrapping around them, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed so hard that I fall back.
And then, finally—finally—he dives in. He sucks on my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and it takes everything in me not to scream. I bite my lip as he pulls away, looking up at me with hooded eyes.
“Please don’t stop, Elliot. Please. You feel so good.”
“Do I?” he murmurs, giving me a lick from my vagina to my clit.
I shiver. “Yes.”
With a dark, satisfied smile, he leans in again. His tongue enters me, pressing against my walls, and I moan. Then he moves in and out, fucking me with his tongue like he did to my mouth earlier.
It’s not as explosive as it would be if he was giving attention to my clit, but it still makes me lose my goddamned mind. His grip on my thighs tightens as he continues, groaning into me.
I bite my lip to stifle another scream as he finally brings his tongue to my clit. Oliver and Rhett are still here somewhere, and I don’t want to make this awkward for them.
“Don’t be quiet on their account. Trust me, love. They want to hear.”
Elliot’s words cause my stomach to tighten. “They—they do?”
He sucks my clit into his mouth before responding, releasing it with a lick. “Did you not see the way they were looking at you earlier? Let them hear that you’re satisfied.”
It’s then that he releases one of my hips. As his tongue works me over, I feel two of his fingers sliding into me. I fall back onto the mattress with a loud moan.
He falls into a pattern, curling his fingers against my walls until he finds a spot that makes me cry out. With a smirk, he goes back to licking my clit. And with his fingers inside of me, hitting that same spot over and over, and his tongue completely wrecking me, I can’t help it. I scream his name so loudly that I’ll probably never get over the embarrassment in the morning.
He adds more pressure with his fingers, sucking on my clit, and I come so hard that I scream again. He leans back, watching me, moving his fingers in and out.
“Elliot, oh god—Elliot, I—” I give up on trying to form a coherent sentence. Instead, I groan when he pulls his fingers out of me.
Panting, I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he sucks my arousal off his fingers. His eyes slide closed as he moans.
“You taste better than I ever could’ve imagined.”
My head is still spinning, so I don’t move when he crawls on top of me. He kisses me, his tongue entering my mouth so I can taste myself. When he pulls away, I run my hand over his belt, settling on the bulge in his pants.
“Your turn?” I say breathlessly.
With a smirk, he climbs off of me and stands. “Not yet. I’m nowhere near finished with you, love.”
I crawl to the edge of the bed, grabbing onto his shirtsleeve. “At least take this off? I want to see you.” Without thinking, I kiss the palm of his hand, and then each of his fingers. When I get to his thumb, I take it into my mouth and suck. He groans.
After I release it, his hands move to the top of his shirt, undoing a few buttons. I can see the outlines of a tattoo peaking through, but I can’t make out what it is yet.
“More,” I say, and it comes out sounding like a whine.
He raises his eyebrows, but before he’s able to retort, there’s a knock on the bedroom door.
My eyes widen. Rhett and Oliver know exactly what we’re doing. So why would one of them come knocking on the door? Unless . . .
Elliot lowers himself to a crouch in front of me. With an even gaze, he takes my hands. “They want to watch.”
Oh.
He stares at me, gauging my reaction. “Is that okay with you?”
I swallow, my eyes flitting to the door. Is it okay with me? They watched us earlier, and it was outside of what I’m used to doing, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think it was hot.