by Casey, L. A.
“What?”
He didn’t answer me with words; he dipped his head and latched his lips on to my sweet spot instead. My eyes rolled back as Elliot sucked on my neck, using just the right amount of pressure to draw a slight moan from my parted lips. I slid my hands up his back to his neck, and finally tangled them into his thick, inch-long, chocolate-brown hair. He slid his tongue from my neck up to my face, and the second he plunged it into my mouth I was at his mercy.
I lifted one leg and hooked it around the back of his knee, and I felt a thrill dart up and down my spine when I sucked on his hot, wet tongue and heard a slight growl come from his throat. He pulled back enough to break our kiss, but not enough to be out of my reach.
“Elliot,” I panted as blood rushed through my veins. “Please.”
“D’ye know why I agreed to come over to your house, knowin’ your parents weren’t home this weekend?”
I tried to kiss him again, but he only let me suck on his lower lip, which was hardly enough for me. I wanted more of him. All of him if I could have it.
“D’ye know why?” he pressed, moving his lips out of my reach. “Because they went away last month, and I never came over. Why d’ye think I came over today?”
I couldn’t think of anything other than dirty, dirty things.
“Tell me,” I pleaded as I brought my lips to his neck. “Please.”
“Because I wanted to be sure that I loved you.”
I froze, my mouth pressed against his skin. I felt his heart beating rapidly as my lips skimmed over a pulsing artery. He pulled back to look down at me, and I stared up at him with wide eyes and my mouth agape. His lips twitched, and his dimple creased in his cheek. He pressed his forehead down against mine and silently waited for me to say something. Anything.
“D’you mean it?” I whispered as my eyes stung with sudden tears. “D’you really mean it? Because if you don’t, you’d better get out of my house right now, Elliot.”
He tightened his hold on me and rubbed the tip of his nose against mine.
“I love ye, sasanach. I’m sorry it took me a while to realise it, I’ve never been in love until I found you. I wanted to be certain about how I was feelin’.”
“And you are?” I asked, my heart pounding against my chest. “Certain about how you feel, I mean.”
“I am.” He smiled gleefully. “I know you like the back of me hand. Ye can be anxious about things that ye can’t control and that’s not a bad thing, it just means that gettin’ reassurance every now and then from people you care about helps ye relax.” He brushed strands of hair behind my ear. “I wanted no doubts in my mind about how I feel for you. I wanted to tell ye I loved you, and for you to not doubt me when I said the words. I love you, Noah.”
His words hit me with the force of a train, and in that moment I knew what true happiness felt like.
“Elliot,” I whispered as tears fell from my eyes and meandered down my cheeks. “I love you too.”
“You do?” He smiled, the dimple I loved so much deepening. “So much that you’re breakin’ up with me?”
I laughed and cried at the same time.
“You never asked me to be your gi-girlfriend and I knew I already loved you. I had to pr-protect myself somehow, I didn’t want to co-continue as we were until we were together. I feel too much for you to just ca-casually date you, Elliot. I want a future with you, but I wasn’t willing to give you my all unless you gave me yours.”
“I came to a similar conclusion, which is why I agreed to come by today so I could tell you that I loved ye, and to ask ye to be me girlfriend . . . if ye’ll have me, that is? This will be a mighty awkward moment if ye still plan on dumpin’ me.”
I stared up at him for a long, silent moment, then I screamed with joy and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. I just about squeezed the breath out of him.
“Yes,” I shouted in delight. “I’ll be your girlfriend. Yes, yes, yes!”
Elliot’s laughter mingled with my own, and after a few minutes of me near hugging him to death, he set me down on the floor. With my heart pounding in my chest and the butterflies going mental in my stomach, I grabbed his hand and pulled him from the bathroom and into my bedroom. He offered me no resistance as I closed my bedroom door behind us then hurriedly crossed the room and pushed him on to my bed.
“Woah, woah, woah,” he said, no longer laughing. “This is why I never came here when ye were alone because I knew we’d come together like this. Listen to me, Noah. I didn’t tell ye I love you just so ye’d let me—”
“I know,” I cut him off. “I know it’s not only sex you’re after. You love me.”
“I do,” he said, his eyes finding mine. “God knows I do.”
“And so do I.” I smiled, my heart pounding against my chest. “I love you too.”
I hesitated for just a moment before I gripped the hem of my oversized T-shirt and pulled it off over my head, tossing the fabric somewhere on the floor behind me. Elliot froze as his eyes locked on to my bare chest. I never wore a bra when I was at home – I didn’t need to because I was barely a B cup, but if I was worried about the size of my breasts before, I wasn’t once I saw how Elliot’s eyes stared at them with hunger.
My nipples hardened in an instant.
I didn’t give him time to blink as I pushed down my pyjama pants, along with my lacy red thong, and kicked them off when they reached my ankles. I let my hair out of the messy bun atop my head and my golden-blonde hair fell down my back in waves. I stood before him naked, vulnerable and very nervous.
“God in Heaven.” Elliot swallowed as his gaze lowered to between my thighs. He clenched his hands at his sides into fists. “Have mercy, sasanach.”
I had never felt more feminine, more empowered, than I did in that moment, as his eyes rolled over me like a gentle wave. He wanted my body, and he loved me. That was all the encouragement I needed to take the next step with him.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” I said, biting my lower lip. “Should I help you undress?”
Elliot looked pained as he nodded and got to his feet; he lowered his head to mine when I neared him, and he kissed me. It was a different kind of kiss, not filled with raw hunger, but instead soft and seductive. It was a lover’s kiss. I smiled when he tried to encourage my tongue to dance with his and deepen our kiss. I tugged on his jumper, and in two seconds he had it, and his T-shirt, removed and on the floor.
My eyes dropped to his torso.
“Elliot,” I whispered as I stood up on my tiptoes and licked his red, kiss-swollen lips. “Have I ever mentioned how happy I am that you’ve begun your training to become a fireman? Your body . . . you should have mercy on me, paddy.”
He grinned at the nickname I’d recently christened him with after being called his sasanach one too many times.
“I’ll show no mercy if it keeps those pretty greens lookin’ at me just like they are right now.”
His jeans, boxer briefs and socks joined the rest of our clothes seconds later. I pressed my hands against his bare chest and Elliot let me explore him. I ran my fingers over his tight pectorals, down to his abdominal muscles that were much harder and more defined since I last saw him shirtless. The V-line at his hips made me swallow, and his dark treasure trail sent another raging pulse between my thighs. He had been taking his training very seriously as of late, and I was entirely grateful.
“You’re so hard, Elliot.”
“Always am when I clap eyes on you, gorgeous.”
I laughed.
“I mean your chest and stomach, smooth-talker.” I lowered my eyes to his cock and paused when it jumped. “Okay, now I’m nervous again. You’re hard in other places too.”
I was a virgin, but a realistic virgin who liked to watch porn on occasion, so I had seen just about every size and shaped penis there was, but none of them mattered because they hadn’t belonged to Elliot. I hadn’t been expecting an anaconda to be hiding in his
boxer briefs, but from the length and thickness of it, an anaconda seemed to be exactly what I was getting.
“How many inches is that? Seven, eight? If you say nine, I’m getting dressed right now.”
Elliot’s laughter was low as his hands touched my back, making me jump. I was tense, and I knew he could feel how wound up I was. One of his hands slid down to my behind and the other up to the back of my neck. He kissed me then, and within seconds I was lost to the sweet taste of him.
“A couple of centimetres shy of eight,” he answered against my lips.
The tales about boys measuring their junk was apparently true, and somehow that was very unsurprising.
“Elliot,” I hummed. “I’ve never . . . you know I’m a virgin.”
“And you know I’m one too.”
I had only recently found that bit of information out, when we’d had a conversation about sex and our bodies, and it gave me a thrill to think that I would be the first – and hopefully only – girl he would be with.
I licked his lower lip. “I know, I know. I’m just so bloody nervous.”
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me take care of ye, sasanach. It will be my pleasure, and yours.”
He kissed me once more and gently eased me back on to the soft duvet of my bed. He didn’t bother to get us under the covers and I was glad. I was suddenly too hot to even consider being covered. The feel of Elliot’s skin pressed against mine felt so warm, so comforting, so right.
“I have a condom,” he murmured. “Just in case ye ever let me love your body.”
“Thank God,” I breathed as I sucked his plump lower lip into my mouth. “I feel like I’m on fire, I want you so much.”
“Yeah?” He nudged my nose with his. “Ye want me to fuck ye?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes, please.”
“How about I do a little kissin’ first?”
Kissing? He wanted to kiss me? Right now, when I was ready and waiting for him with my thighs wide open?
“Kissing?” I repeated with a shake of my head. “My legs are wide open and I’m practically shoving my fanny in your face, Elliot. You can’t get much more of an invitation, paddy.”
He laughed as he kissed down my neck and paused at my breasts. When I felt the first touch of his hot, wet tongue on my hardened nipples, I changed my mind.
“Kisses,” I moaned. “I love kisses.”
Elliot’s chuckle wasn’t long-lasting as he showered my breasts with attention. His thumb brushed the one he wasn’t tonguing, and the gentle caress had my toes curling.
“That feels so good,” I hummed as my back arched slightly. “More, I need more.”
Elliot moved his lips down to my navel, then to my pubic bone. Anticipation burned within me like a raging fire. His hands touched the insides of my thighs and pushed against them, spreading my legs as far as they would go.
“Fuck, ye smell good.”
I hadn’t considered what I’d smell like, but I was glad it was a scent he was on board with. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, then suddenly his lips were pressing kisses to my other lips. I groaned as I balled my hands into fists. He was so close, if he moved just a little, his tongue would be on my clit. The throbbing, delicate petal that needed his attention the most.
“Elliot,” I growled, my voice sounding husky and full of need. “Stop teasing me. Please.”
“But I like to play,” he said, his voice sounding deeper than usual. “Can I play with ye, green eyes?”
“Ye can fuck me, that’s what ye can do!”
“Tell me what ye like and don’t like,” he urged, one of his hands massaging the inside of my thigh. “Teach me how to please ye. Teach me how to love you, sasanach.”
My body was so on edge it was about to burst; I hurt with the need for Elliot to touch me with his tongue. I didn’t know what kind of sensation to expect, I had no idea if it would be as good as every woman said it was, but I wanted Elliot to make me come and I didn’t care how. The aching place between my trembling legs begged to be touched, licked, kissed, sucked.
“Just kiss me already!”
“You’re the boss.”
Before I could say another word, Elliot’s tongue slid up my slick, wet folds and parted them. The moment he touched the swollen bundle of nerves that was driving my body crazy with need, I cried out in delight. I was so wound up that I could already feel myself nearing the edge of release. My eyes were squeezed shut and my spine was rigid.
“Holy Christ,” I shouted. “Oh, fuck! Elliot. Faster! Yes.”
I had never experienced such a sensation of pleasure in my life, not even when I touched myself. Elliot’s mouth was fastened on to my clit and he wasted no time in drawing out gratification with his hot touch. I was speaking words that to my own ears didn’t make sense. The faster that talented tongue curled around the pulsing bud, the louder my moans became.
I was breathless and felt my body rising to a point of no return.
“Yes, Elliot. Fuck! Yes, don’t stop. Keep that pressure. No, not on my lips, on me clit. Please.”
His arms hooked around my hips, and his hands clasped together at the base of my stomach. He applied even more pressure when I began to lose control of my body, and used his strength to keep my arse on the mattress as he feasted on me. His fingers bit into my flesh, and the slight pain mixed with the pleasure his tongue was giving me took me to new heights. I arched my back, threw my head back as my lips parted in a silent scream as celestial sensations slammed into me. My body tensed, and sensation fluttered round and round until my lungs gasped for air.
I sucked in several breaths as I flattened myself back against the mattress. My muscles went lax, and for a second I wasn’t sure where I was. I felt soft lips travel upwards on my body, then I felt them on my face and mouth.
“Did I do it right?”
Elliot’s voice was hot, raspy and thick with need.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck, yes. Do it again.”
He laughed as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised when I tasted a light, salty tang, then I realised that flavour was me. It was incredibly erotic and dirty and I loved every second of it.
“Now,” I pleaded as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Love me now. Please.”
He moved off of me for just a few seconds as he grabbed his jeans and fumbled with them. Elliot’s eyes were all over me as I lay panting, spread open and waiting for him. His eyes never remained on one location for long. They were on my eyes, my mouth, my breasts, between my shaking thighs.
He licked his lips.
“I’ve dreamed of ye like this. You’re so beautiful,” he said as he finally found the condom packet and raised it to his mouth. His teeth had just closed over the foil when he paused and seemed to think better of it. He opened the packet with his fingers instead. “Better safe than sorry,” he said, winking.
He was just about to roll it on to his throbbing length when I reached for him. “Let me.”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before he approached me and handed me the cherry-scented piece of latex. I reached out and touched Elliot’s cock, and heard his barely audible hiss. He was rock hard, but his sensitive skin was silky-soft. I took him in my hand and tentatively pumped up and down, twice. Elliot was rigid as he stood before me, allowing my inexperienced touch to undo him.
“Please,” he groaned. “I’ll come before I get inside ye, Noah.”
I looked up at him; his eyes were hooded with desire, his swollen lips were wet and parted as he breathed heavily in and out. I wanted to taste him, even if it was only for a moment . . . this time. I lowered my head and kissed the tip of his cockhead that leaked with pre-cum. Elliot’s shocked gasp turned to a deep, low groan when my lips wrapped around him and gently suckled.
“Christ,” he hissed as his hips began to jerk gently back and forth. “Noah. Stop. Mercy.”
I took him as far into my mouth as I could, and I sucked hard as I pulled back and released hi
m with a pop.
“So fuckin’ sinful,” he growled. “You’re perfect.”
I smiled as I carefully pinched the tip of the condom and slowly rolled it down the length of him. I wanted to tease him a little more, not torture him, but I thoroughly enjoyed hearing the sounds that escaped his throat and the faces he made when my lips were wrapped around him. It was thrilling, maybe even a little addictive. But I didn’t have the chance to place my mouth on him again, because before I could blink I was on my back, thighs spread wide once more, but this time Elliot’s body was nestled securely between them.
“Christ,” he hissed as he pressed the head of his cock against me and rubbed it through my wet folds. “I can’t wait, Noah. I can’t.”
The gentle brush of him against my clit had my heart hammering in my chest.
“I can’t either,” I assured him. “Love me.”
“I do,” he said, lowering his mouth to mine. “I love you, Noah.”
In moments, I was lost in his kiss, then I felt himself nudge my opening and finally he eased inside of me. I resisted the urge to allow my body to tense, and I focused instead on Elliot’s mouth. When I felt so full I thought I might burst, there was a moment of slight discomfort. I barely noticed it.
“I’m in,” he said, his forehead beaded with sweat. “Christ, you’re so tight, and wet, and hot. Ye’ve no idea how much restraint I’m usin’ not to move. This is so much better than everythin’ I ever imagined.”
I smiled up at him, the thick fog of love-making descending upon me slowly but surely.
“We fit together perfectly,” I whispered. “We’re made for each other.”
“Yes,” Elliot hissed. “Am I hurtin’ ye? Be honest.”
“For a split second I felt a tiny bit of an ache, but it’s nothing, I just feel you. Move, take me to Heaven with you.”
With a groan Elliot moved his hips back and then forward, gently easing inside of me again. There was no discomfort, just the sensation of being filled to my core. I wrapped my legs around his hips and attached my lips to his neck. He pressed his forehead against my shoulder and slightly bit down on my skin as he pumped in and out, pivoting his hips with each movement until he found an angle that made me cry out with each thrust.