Embracing Ellie: K&S Securities Series

by A. J. Andersen

  I throw my pillow at her, and we both laugh when it falls way short of its mark, landing with a soft thump on the floor in the middle of the room.

  “You throw like a girl,” Blake laughs.

  “Whatever!” Lizzie and I both exclaim in mock offense at his words. I love that we still do that sometimes.

  “Anyway, Mama heard you laughing in here and wanted me to tell you that we’re leaving to get breakfast.” She says looking us up and down with a smirk. “I guess that means you’re staying here. Alone.”

  “Yeah, Blake had to work late,” I reply lamely. She shakes her head, her smile spreading across her face with another exaggerated eye roll.

  “He doesn’t look tired now,” she snarks. She’s right. He doesn’t look tired at all. He looks rumpled from sleep, and so, so yummy.

  I return her smirk with one of my own, “No. He doesn’t, does he?”

  “Have fun Ells,” she sing-songs, closing the door behind her. Her voice drifts down the hall, belting out Ellie and Blake sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G at the top of her lungs. I look at him trying to gauge his reaction to her teasing. He looks amused by the craziness that is my life. Thank goodness for small favors.

  “Was she like that before the accident?” he asks, smiling despite his serious question.

  “Pretty much. Yeah.” I admit, nodding. Lizzie was always the playful, outgoing one in our duo and seeing that part of her personality coming back after being missing for so long makes my heart soar with gratitude. “We haven’t seen much of that Liz since the accident…” I admit, leaning against his shoulder as he moves to sit beside me.

  “Will she ever get better?” He asks, genuine concern in his voice.

  “I don’t really know, but maybe. Someday. The doctors say it’s not impossible.” I sigh, not wanting to talk about the accident or Lizzie’s recovery today. I don’t know if that makes me selfish or a bad person, but I just want this time with Blake to be for me. Us. He seems to pick up on my shift in mood, wrapping his arm around me and hauling me to sit across his lap.

  “Before we were… so rudely interrupted,” he whispers, his cheek brushing mine, his warm breath tickling my ear, “I was thinking…”

  He hesitates, drawing out the moment between us, his soft lips a startling contrast to the roughness of his unshaved face as he nuzzles his way from my ear to my cheek, making his gradual way toward my mouth.

  “What?” I can’t help the way I moan the word, needing his kiss more than I need my next breath.

  The light brush of his lips against mine has me sucking in a hard breath. Tingles race through my body, all of them converging instantly between my thighs making me slick and needy for his touch.

  “I was thinking,” the tip of his tongue darts out to taste the corner of my mouth, “now that neither of us have morning breath,” he repeats the maddening caress, “maybe… you might want to kiss me now?”

  An uninhibited whimper breaks from my throat and I take the lead, my fingers clasping his nape, holding him immobile while I close the minuscule distance and capture his lips with mine. I boldly slick my way across his plush bottom lip feeling his small smile curving against mine before his lips part, allowing me deeper access. I surge against him, throwing my leg over his to straddle him, my center riding the hard ridge under the thin layer of his sweats.

  Slowly, opening my eyes to meet his, I roll my hips, practicing what I think is a sexy movement. When he moans and his teeth clench and the cords in his neck tighten I do it again, feeling sensual and oh, so wicked. Little bursts of glitter sparkle through my veins. My eyelids droop heavily, unable to stay open under the onslaught of sensations rioting through my body.

  “Just like that, angel,” Blake rasps, thrusting up, driving that delicious hardness against my soft core.

  “Yes,” I agree, my head dropping forward on my useless neck as a rolling wave of pleasure unlike anything I ever imagined crashes through my body at just the suggestion of his massive shaft entering me. He does it again, his hard fingers gripping onto my hips, helping me set a steady tempo as our bodies rock together. It only takes a couple of his hard, upward thrusts to turn me into a quaking mass of neediness.

  My little cotton shorts are soaked, clinging to my tingling flesh. I wonder if he can feel how affected I am by what we are doing. One last nudge has me crying out in wonder and I rock harder. Heat coils low in my belly before spiraling out like it did yesterday when his mouth was on me. I want that again. I open my mouth to say the words, but only a low keening sound comes out.

  Long fingers tug my camisole down, exposing the round fullness of my breasts. His hot gaze zeros in on the diamond hard nubs of my nipples, followed by calloused fingers pinching them simultaneously. A small burst of pain coupled with almost unbearable pleasure explodes within me, racing through my limbs, making my core flutter, helplessly seeking more. Seeking him.

  “Blake…” I barely recognize the tortured groan of my voice. A plea for him to give me what I want. No, what I so desperately need. I’ve never felt so much all at once. Like I might die if I don’t have him inside of me. If we don’t consummate this thing between us, making me his.

  Making him mine.

  Chapter 30

  Blake

  “Can I… I need… please…” she pants the words as our bodies work in tandem, striving toward the release of the tension building inside us.

  “No, angel.” I grunt, thrusting hard against the softness of her pussy, feeling the heat of her through the thin barrier of our clothes. “Not like this. I’m going to have you spread out and naked under me before I let you come.”

  She hums, a happy little sound of assent, slowing the wild rocking of her hips and staring into my eyes. Hers look black, her enormous pupils almost completely overtaking her rich, coffee colored irises. “Please…” she whispers. Her voice is husky with need and I can’t stand to hear her beg for what I have for her.

  With one swift move I reverse our positions, flipping her onto her back and blanketing her with my much larger body. Her sweet breath whispers across my face in hot little puffs. I’ve never craved the taste of bubblegum so badly in my life. I can’t wait another second to taste her, it’s already been too long.

  “Is everyone gone?” I whisper against her mouth, my lips teasing hers with just the barest hint of contact.

  “I think so…” she sighs, craning her neck to chase the light contact.

  “I can go check,” I move like I’m about to get up. I really shouldn’t mess with her. I heard John’s SUV pull out of the driveway just minutes after Lizzie closed the door on her way out.

  “No. I’m sure that they are gone.” Slim arms wrap around my neck, pulling me back toward her until there is no space between us. Soft breasts to hard chest, sleek belly to rigid abs and best of all, the aching ridge of my cock nestled snugly against the welcoming heat of her pussy. Bending her knees, she spreads her legs wider, making room for me to get even closer.

  My weight presses tighter against her, bringing a moan to her delectable lips and giving my seeking tongue access to hers. My rough groan mingles with hers as our teeth bump and wet flesh glides together, sucking and tangling. I cup her face between my palms, angling her face to take the kiss deeper. We’re going further today than we did yesterday and the need to cherish her fills my chest with something more powerful than lust. More powerful than anything I have ever experienced for anyone else.

  Pressing up onto my elbows I gaze at the only face I want to see below me this way for the rest of my life. I kiss one closed eyelid and then the other, “Ells,” my lips trail down her cheek to her chin where I kiss her small dimple.

  “Umm hmm?” Her voice is dreamy.

  Moving lower I trail the tip of my tongue along her throat, stopping to lap at her fluttering pulse before easing lower still.

  “I need you to know something, angel.” I murmur against her skin, my hands seeking and finding the hem of the simple, silky camisole she’s wearin
g and pushing it up over her ribs until just the curving underside of her breasts are peeking out. I kneel between her sprawled legs looking down at her golden skin against the pale sheets. The tiny black shorts that cut low on her belly, just barely cover the jut of her hip bones, and are molded tight against her mound.

  She squirms restlessly against me, her eyes flickering open and meeting mine. “What do I need to know Blake?” her voice is low, barely a breath in the silent room.

  Of their own volition my hands resume their exploration of her silken skin, pushing the top up further.

  “Let’s get this off of you,” I mumble, distracted by the vision before me. I help her to a semi reclined position that allows me to tug the small top up and over her head giving me an unimpeded view of her perfect fucking tits, her small rosy nipples flushed and tight with desire. Needing my touch. I can’t help it. I growl, something primal in me needing to mark her. Taste her. Possess her. Make her only mine.

  With one swift move I lay her back down and yank her shorts off her hips and move to draw them down her legs. Her eyes reflect the frenzy burning inside me as she kicks her feet, sending them sailing off the edge of the bed to land somewhere on the floor.

  She sits back up and kneels, facing me, one slender finger settling on her smiling lips. “You’re a little overdressed, sweetie.” She giggles, making my heart do that thing again. A painful contraction that feels like driving too fast over a small hill. No one has ever called me their sweetie before. Not even in my vaguest memories of my mother.

  “Let me take these off.” I growl, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats, my cock bobbing inside the loose fabric. I will give her anything, do anything, to make her happy.

  She nods eagerly, dark chocolate waves of hair tumbling around her shoulders and over her breasts. She’s magnificent. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the honor to see this way. I push my sweats down part way, watching her eyes widen when the thick base of my cock is revealed. She’s seen it, but I’m even more turned on right now than I was then. I glance down with a smirk and push the fabric a little further. She gasps out loud, her pearly teeth biting into her glossy lip, when my shaft springs free, slapping against my low abs. It’s ruddy and throbbing with a drop of pre-cum already beading at the tip.

  “You had something to tell me,” she whispers, awe shading her voice. Her eyes never deviate from where they are locked on my rigid length. My dick pulses sending the sticky droplet spilling down the length of my shaft.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I tell her. That’s not what I meant to say, but words of praise continue to fall from my lips. “The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole damn life. I can’t wait to taste you again…here,” I stroke the bud of one hard little nipple with the tip of my finger, then the other, loving the way that they respond, tightening even more under my delicate caress.

  She shifts on her knees, closing the distance between us, sliding her hands up my arms and over my shoulders to trail over my chest, her eyes following her progress as they follow the narrow trail of hair down to my belly button and stop there before darting up to mine. Silently asking permission, as if I’d ever deny her anything.

  “Don’t stop.” I rasp. Her small hands tremble slightly, her uneven breaths coming faster, as they skate closer to where I’m dying to feel her touch.

  “You’ll have to teach me what makes you feel good,” she cautiously runs her small palm along my length. It’s soft, except for a few small calluses just below her fingers, but even that small coarseness feels amazing against me.

  “Everything you do feels wonderful,” I murmur. Her slight fingers twitch once before closing around my shaft and I can’t stop the tortured moan that bursts free. Nothing has ever felt so fucking amazing in my life.

  “That’s good?” Up to the tip her hand slides, before curiously swiping the moisture there with her thumb and bringing it to her mouth. When she lifts it to her lips and licks it away with a pleased purr I growl in response to the unpracticed provocativeness of her action.

  “So good,” I mumble, reaching for her and halting her wide-eyed exploration of my erection and pulling her to me so that we are again skin to skin from our knees to our chests. A radiant smile stretches her lips wide, showing the bright white of her smile and I have to have her now. No more waiting.

  My mouth collides with hers, one hand tangling in her hair, the other spanning her slim waist and pulling her tight against me, trapping her hand between our bodies. She squeaks into my mouth and I hungrily swallow the surprised sound. Her sounds of passion are the only sustenance that I need, and I devour them greedily. Devour her. Never breaking the contact of our bodies and tongues, I lower her back down to the mattress until the full length of her nakedness is stretched out beneath mine again.

  Her every gasp, every soft moan is amplified by the silence of the room, and the house, around us. I lift myself away from her, breaking our kiss, craving the tight beads of her nipples against my tongue. Sliding back down her body I can’t take my eyes off her luscious tits. She cups the soft weight of them in her hands, offering the puckered tips to me like a gift. The most precious gift I’ve ever been given.

  Murmurs of praise and gratitude pouring from my lips, I lower them first to one pebbled peak and draw as much of her sweet flesh inside as I can. I want to surround her. I want to fill her. I long to feel her wet heat surrounding me. It’s more than wanting. I fucking need to be in her before I go insane with the desire to brand her as mine, to fill her with my seed so that anyone who looks at her will know that she’s taken.

  My tongue works her stiff nipple relentlessly, the fingers of one hand playfully rubbing and rolling the other in a steady rhythm. Her small form writhes against the soft sheets, as she arches her back, her breasts thrusting up at me, encouraging my touch. I nip with my teeth and pinch her tight flesh between my fingers before release and glide down to ease one finger into her slick passage, pumping once, then again, grinning as she convulses around my thrusting digit, her head thrown back as she cries out my name.

  The sweet smell of her orgasm teases my senses, making my mouth water with anticipation. I can’t wait! I want to taste her, now. Sliding down her body, my tongue tracing a wet path against the silky flesh of her quivering belly, I creep closer to the treasure nestled between her slender thighs. My fingers grip firmly, spreading them wide. Her muscles tense and resist for just a moment before she lets them fall open with a small sigh and I feast my eyes on the glistening, pink folds of her exquisite pussy.

  “So pretty. So perfect,” I praise, trailing my fingertips gently over her slick cleft and looking up the length of her body. She’s pressed up on her elbows, watching me touch her. Her brown eyes are endless pools of want. Wanting me. Her cheeks pinken with color at my words of adoration. She smiles before lowering her eyes to my bare chest, her teeth again sinking into her plump bottom lip and tempting me to suck it into my own mouth. The whisper of a moan escapes her lips.

  “Relax, angel,” I breathe against her damp flesh, eager to bury my mouth against her wet heat and lick her until she is begging me to stop. She draws in a long, slow breath that she releases on a shaky exhale and lowers herself back against the pillows. Her dark cloud of hair spilling across the white cotton in a silken halo.

  “I’m relaxed,” she squeaks, her entire body flinching when my lips brush against her folds, making me chuckle against her flesh. This girl! Only she could make me laugh when my cock is hard as steel and I’m dying to take her places I don’t think even I have ever dreamed about.

  Nuzzling my nose against the neatly trimmed curls at the top of her mound I flick out my tongue, sweeping it up her slit to circle the tight button of her clit. Her tense muscles relax, and her thighs fall wider, welcoming me.

  “I can tell,” I groan, repeating the caress and lapping the sweetness of her center as I slide my hands under her, cupping the lush curves of her ass and lifting her toward my waiting mouth. I can’t stop
the satisfied smile quirking the corner of my lips that grows wider with every ragged gasp and moan escaping her as I lick and suck her swollen folds into my mouth. Her entire body shudders when I grasp her thighs, pressing her knees toward her chest, exposing all her secret places and thrusting my tongue deep enough to feel the rhythmic pulsing of her core pumping around it. It’s the hottest fucking thing ever.

  Barely able to restrain myself, I drive my hips forward against the soft sheets. Sparks of painful pleasure ricochet through me and I give in to the urge, humping the mattress like a desperate teen, growling against her while my tongue stays busy exploring every intoxicating inch of her womanhood until she is screaming my name as she comes undone, her delicate fingers fisted in the short strands of my hair.

  Chapter 31

  Ellie

  I can’t believe he made me come twice in just a couple of minutes. I’m gasping for breath, my body lit up from inside by his amazing, talented tongue. I thought the last time we fell together this way was spectacular. It didn’t even come close to this. My whole body is trembling in the aftermath. If the house caught fire right now, I might not be able to do anything but lay here and watch it burn. Raising my head weakly from the pillow, I look down to find Blake’s crystal green gaze locked on me. His tight butt moving as he thrusts his pelvis restlessly against the mattress. His pupils are dilated, the green just a narrow ring around the black, his parted lips swollen and glistening with the evidence of my orgasm, breath rasping in and out of his powerful chest.

  “Don’t even begin to think that I’m finished with you,” his voice is a deep lustful growl that I feel like a lightning bolt to all the places on my body still buzzing from his mouth and hands.