Embracing Ellie: K&S Securities Series

by A. J. Andersen

  “Who said that I’m done with you?” I ask him, tugging his hair to encourage him to climb up my body. He does, settling the monster between his legs into the crease between mine and pressing up so the wide head bumps over my clit, setting off a cascade of sensations in my core that flow over me, warming me from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my feet making me gasp aloud.

  “Is that so, Elinor?” he whispers darkly. Before I can respond his lips capture mine in a kiss flavored with the spicy-sweet essence of my climax. Tasting myself on his tongue rekindles the smoldering passion glowing inside me back into an inferno.

  I need more.

  Sucking his tongue into my mouth, I rub mine against his, gathering what’s left of my flavor with an urgent moan and lift my hips, reveling in the smooth glide of his hot shaft through my drenched folds.

  “Ahhh, babe!” He exclaims reciprocating the movement, pressing me down into the bed and taking up a steady tempo. Thrust, retreat, thrust. Every movement calculated to drive me wild as the blunt tip spreads our mingled wetness, pressing against my tight entrance then sliding through my lower lips to grind against my clit again and again. I’m burning up. I need him to stop teasing… I just need… He knows it and answers my silent plea, gripping the steel rod of his cock and lining it up with my slippery center.

  “Blake,” I gasp his name as his wide crown breeches my resisting flesh, stretching it. It hurts! It’s too much. He retreats and the burning pressure eases, but he doesn’t go far. Levering up onto his elbows he stares down into my face. With one hand he brushes the tangle of hair away from my sweat dampened face.

  “I’m going to take you now, angel,” the sweet way he kisses the tip of my nose and lowers his forehead to rest against mine in direct opposition to the roughness of his voice. I smile. I am ready. This man, the way he makes my heart sing, the way he makes me feel like I’m the most precious thing in his entire world, there is nothing about this moment that I would want to change.

  “Please,” I mumble, “I’m ready.” I lift my chin, closing the space between our mouths initiating what I know will be my last kiss as a virgin.

  “I love you, Elinor,” his words are spoken softly, reverently, and completely at odds with the hard thrust of his hips, driving his full length through my innocence and deep into my instantly spasming channel. I scream into his mouth, his kiss swallowing my cries of pain and ecstasy as he claims my body and heart as his.

  I can’t speak, can’t even begin to formulate the words to answer his declaration of love. My mind is completely overwhelmed by the tight stretch of my body accommodating his. The thrum of my pulse beating in my chest and ears is echoed in the throbbing of my clit and the fluttering walls of my channel where his shaft slowly drags almost all the way out before slamming back in. He’s fucking me and making love to me at the same time. I’m loving every glorious second of it, my body winding tighter and tighter toward a peak that I can already tell will be so much higher than anything I’ve experienced with him before.

  “Blake,” I fight for breath. For words. “I. I’m gonna…” The scrape of his chest hair against my pebbled nipples distracts me, my back arches, pressing tighter against him. My fingers slip over the taut ridges of muscle in his back and over his trim waist, digging into his firm flesh and hanging on tight as his movements become less controlled, almost wild, as he climbs toward the same peak as me.

  “You’re gonna what, Ellie?” He growls against my lips, trailing his over my cheek and nipping my earlobe before nuzzling against my throat and sucking lightly. It feels so good. I don’t even care if he leaves a mark on my skin. In fact, I hope that he does.

  Lifting my legs, I lock my ankles around his waist and hang on tighter, “I’m going to come,” I whisper, cheeks turning red from uttering the word out loud.

  “Good, baby. Good. I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.” His dirty words make me hotter. I love how they sound, rumbled in my ear while he pounds into my body, owning it.

  “Ohhh!” I can’t stop my porn-worthy moan as everything in me strives toward release.

  “Touch yourself,” he growls in my face, his teeth clenched, the cords of his neck tight as he works his shaft inside me. Shifting, he somehow sits on his knees, lifting me by the butt and continuing to plunge into me. The change of angle obliterates my ability to comprehend anything but the head of his cock bumping against a spot deep inside me as streams of euphoria burst through me.

  “What?” I gasp, confused by his command.

  “Touch that juicy little cunt, pretty girl,” he demands grabbing my hand and pressing my fingers against my clit with his. “Rub it!”

  He removes his hand and slips his cum glazed fingers into his mouth, sucking away my essence. Emboldened by his harsh moan, I do as he says. Tentatively at first, gathering up some of my slippery wetness, I make small circles around my swollen bud amazed at how much better it feels than it ever has before. Little mewling sounds fill the air around us, and it takes me a second to realize that they are coming from me, but I’m too far gone to feel shy.

  “That’s it,” his eyes jump from where my fingers frantically work my swollen flesh to where my breasts bounce every time he slams into me. My free hand slides up, pinching one nipple at the same time I let my slippery fingers slide down to rub his soaking shaft as he pulls partially out, the head rubbing that sensitive area inside. The slide of my fingers against his slick flesh breaks his control and his thrusts lose rhythm, hurrying us to the edge of a cliff where I perch right on the edge, holding my breath, waiting.

  “Fuuck!” he roars as hot jets of cum blanket the inside of my silken sheath. He thrusts again, hard, still coming against the end of my contracting channel. I shatter into a million sparkling pieces, my head thrashing against the pillows, his name once again tumbling from my lips.

  He collapses on top of me and rolls us to the side, our sweat-slickened bodies still joined. He moves inside me languidly, setting off a small wave of orgasmic aftershocks and I moan roughly at the sensation of being stuffed so full of him, so filled by his seed that I feel it trickling down to the bed and coating the insides of my thighs. I still, not even breathing as realization washes over me.

  Oh shoot! Protection! I’m so bad at this. I didn’t even think about it.

  “What’s wrong, angel,” he mumbles lazily, his head resting against my breasts.

  “I…I’m not on any kind of birth control,” I admit, feeling ashamed of my naivety. He rolls slightly back and meets my worried eyes.

  “Perfect,” he says. My stomach twists anxiously before he finishes. “Keep it that way, angel. I can’t wait to put my baby in your belly.”

  My eyes widen in surprise at the certainty of his words. “Wh-what?” I ask. Surely, he didn’t mean that. We haven’t known each other long enough for… babies…have we?

  “You heard me, Ells. I love you. I just made you mine. Forever. Babies are part of that, and the sooner I get one in you, the happier I’ll be.”

  “Really?” I whisper, a whole different kind of fireworks going off inside me. This time in my heart! “I love you too, Blake,” I confess, giddy happiness flowing through me.

  “Yep,” he says, pressing his still hard length into me again making my toes curl with pleasure as he pulls me up to straddle him, ignoring the sticky mess between us, and rocking me on him. Showing me with his body exactly how much he means it.

  Chapter 32

  Blake

  Mine! One fucking word goes through my mind over and over. It’s tattooed on my heart.

  She is fucking MINE! And woe to anyone who thinks that they can mess with her… I will do anything for her.

  Live for her. Die for her. Kill for her if need be.

  I guaran-fucking-tee that the asshole who makes her miserable at work won’t be doing it anymore. Either Ellie isn’t going back to work for X, or Larry the Loser isn’t. He’s finished making my girl uncomfortable. Hell, he’s finished making anyone who works at
Luminoso uncomfortable.

  Tucking my sleeping girl against me, her back and tight little ass pressed so close to me that you couldn’t get a sheet of paper between us, I feather kisses against her bare shoulder and close my eyes. First a little nap, then there’s a bully to get rid of and an engagement ring to buy. With a sigh and a happy smile, I close my eyes and drift off, more content than I’ve ever been in my life. I finally have something that I always believed was for everyone but me. A home. I rest my wide palm over Ellie’s flat stomach. A family of my own.

  “Ewwww! Seriously?” Lizzie’s voice shrieks and the door bangs shut loudly, jolting me from the sweetest sleep I’ve ever had. Ellie groans, rolling over and burying her face against my bare chest before huffing out a breath. I can almost hear her eyes rolling in exasperation.

  “Guess they’re home,” she observes dryly, her words muffled. “I can’t believe neither of us thought to lock the door before…”

  “I’m just happy it wasn’t your mom,” I admit. A sister walking in I can handle, even though I suspect that Lizzie isn’t going to let us live this down anytime soon. A mom, especially Beatriz who I know to be old-fashioned, is something else entirely. I don’t want to do anything to make her not like me. There isn’t much out there that makes me nervous, but I don’t have enough experience with moms to have the first idea of how I would have handled her walking in on me naked in bed with her daughter.

  Ellie nods against me, a distressed sounding moan floating up from under her tangled hair. I can’t stop the chuckle that bursts out of me. Her small hands in the middle of my chest push me away and she rolls to a sitting position, clutching the sheets against her naked breasts.

  “It’s really not funny,” she exclaims. Her face is flushed with sleep and embarrassment, but the corner of her mouth twitches and I know that she wants to laugh too.

  “It kind of is…” I offer, my laughter fades when I catch a flash of rosy nipple flashing at me where the fabric has slid down. It’s my turn to moan, but it’s one of unbridled wanting, not of distress. I’m never going to get my fill of this woman. She’s the perfect mix of sweet innocence and spicy wickedness all wrapped up in one neat, little package.

  “What?” Ellie’s eyes follow my heated gaze and her eyes widen in mock horror. “You are so… bad!” She gasps, yanking the sheet up and covering herself again. She’s so freaking adorable, all mussed and glowing from our lovemaking. She’s perfect, Perfect for me anyway. I guess I have a thing for… well every damn thing about her. Other than when she cut herself off from me, there hasn’t been anything that I’ve discovered about Elinor Lovell that I haven’t been drawn to.

  “Hey,” I sit up beside her and tug the sheet back down until her succulent mounds are bared to my gaze again, “I’m enjoying the view.” I grin confidently and her own smile breaks loose with a giggle. Licking her kiss reddened lips, she ogles my chest, her eyes trailing down to where the thin sheet does nothing to hide my rapidly growing erection.

  “Me too,” She whimpers, reaching out to pluck at where the sheet is tented in my lap.

  Unable to resist, I lunge for her, dragging her against me and back down into the disarray of the bed. My lips crash down over hers, tongues stroking, teeth and noses bumping in our urgency to taste each other again.

  We’re interrupted by a sharp knock on the door, followed by Bea’s voice. “Be out here in five minutes!” I can’t tell if she’s angry or not. Ellie scrambles away, sighing. This is part of family life that will take some getting used to.

  “We have to behave, Blake. This,” she waves a hand back and forth between us, “this isn’t something Mama will approve of us doing without…”

  She lets her words trail off, but I know exactly where she was going with her statement. She was going to say without us being married. I already had that figured out about Bea. This is the kind of family where sex and marriage go hand in hand. I knew it, expected it, and I’m ready for it. I don’t care if I haven’t known Ellie for very long. She’s mine. Now that I’ve found her; now that I’ve had her there is no way that I’m going to let anything come between us. I just need to make sure that Bea knows that without ruining my chance to surprise Ellie. I don’t ever want her to think that the only reason I’m going to put a ring on her finger is because her mom expects me to.

  Standing, I reach for my discarded pants from the night before and step into them, tucking my thickness into the loose fabric and tossing Ellie the flannel I dropped to the floor when I walked into her room in the early hours of the morning. She smiles happily and pulls it on before crossing to the bathroom and closing the door behind her. I pull on my t-shirt and straighten the bed covers. There’s no reason to rub anyone’s face in what we were doing while they were out, and if the military taught me anything it’s how to make a bed.

  When Ellie comes out of the bathroom, she is in black leggings with a small hole in the knee under my flannel that hangs more than halfway down her thighs. She has the sleeves rolled up so just her fingers peek out, her face scrubbed and glowing and her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head. She looks relaxed and freshly fucked, but I guess there’s nothing that can be done about that at this point. Besides, if I have any say in the matter this is going to be how she looks from now on, so everyone is going to have to get used to it.

  “Let’s go see everyone,” I take her hand in mine. It’s shaking. “You scared babe?” I ask kissing the top of her head before opening the door and leading her into the hall.

  “Not scared exactly,” she whispers. “Just nervous.”

  “Me too,” I admit. I’ve never done any of this spend time with the parental unit thing with anyone since high school. Maybe. I think about it for a second. Nope. I didn’t even do it then, and the foster families that I lived with didn’t care what I was up to as long as the police or child services didn’t get involved.

  “It’ll be okay,” I offer, hoping to stop the sadness that spread to her eyes with my words. I’m pretty sure that it will. “She likes me, and she loves you…”

  Ellie nods, squeezing my fingers tightly and sliding her arm around my waist as we approach the kitchen. Muffled voices reach my ears. Sounds like everyone is outside waiting for us.

  I open the screen door and precede Ellie into the yard toward where everyone, John included, is sitting around the unlit fire pit. There is a pitcher of iced tea and a tray of cookies on the small table. Everyone looks happy and relaxed. I sigh with relief, tugging Ellie out from where she is hiding behind me and slinging my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to my side.

  Bea rises to her feet with a welcoming smile and gestures for us to join them as she crosses to the refreshments and pours two more glasses of tea. We sit under John’s smirking gaze. Why is he still here anyway? Lizzie giggles, staring at her twin with huge sparkling eyes and a knowing grin. I shake my head. As soon as she gets her sister alone, she is going to be like a dog with a bone. Maybe not having siblings isn’t such a bad thing after all. I bite back a chuff of laughter, knowing that Ellie won’t appreciate it right now.

  Her eyes fly in my direction, glaring at my sound of humor, and shaking her head. Lizzie cracks up across from us and Ellie shakes her head at both of us.

  “Whatever!” she snips at her sister. “It’s not as if I’ve never caught you in a compromising situation.” She stares hard at Lizzie as if she is willing her to remember. Lizzie’s face falls, her laughter cut short. She picks up her tea and takes a sip, her brow furrowed.

  “That was a little bit mean,” I whisper, leaning toward Ellie so that only she can hear my words. Her eyes, when they come back to mine, are filled with remorse. She nods and moves to crowd onto the large chair her sister is sitting in murmuring quietly in her ear. Before long they are giggling, their heads close together. I know that she leveled the field by telling her twin about whatever it was that she walked in on. Lizzie’s cheeks flush bright pink and she presses her hands against them, eyes closed as she la
ughs. It must have been something good.

  “It used to be the other way around,” Bea says, taking the now vacant seat beside me. I turn my attention to her and away from Ellie and Liz.

  “How so,” I ask, eager to learn anything about Ellie that she is willing to share with me.

  “Lizzie has always been the rambunctious one. Always the one to go first. First to date, first to kiss a boy. Her whole life she was running ahead, and Ellie was happy to linger, to think things over and take her time.” I nod. I can still see the shadows of that dynamic between them, and I can also see how Ellie has been lost without her sister at her side.

  “Now Elinor must lead Elisabeth, and as you see, that is hard for her. She doesn’t always know what to say or to do, but she is learning.”

  “It’s been hard for all of you.” I observe.

  She nods thoughtfully. “Yes, but maybe because of this Elinor will finally step out of her sister’s shadow and come into her own…” Her voice is hopeful, full of love for both of her daughters. “Then I pray that with time, Elizabeth will heal from the tragedy that almost took her from us and begin to live her life again.”

  “I’m confused.” I admit, “I thought there was no full recovery possible for her?”

  “There’s nothing certain, but the mind is an amazing thing, don’t you think?” She waits for my nod of agreement before continuing. “One doctor thinks she will be like this forever. Another one thinks her childlike behavior and inability to remember is her mind protecting her from recalling everything she lost in the accident.”

  Her words stun me. “Does Ellie know this? Does Lizzie?” I ask, careful to keep my voice low so that neither of them overhear our conversation.

  “I haven’t wanted to get their hopes up.” Bea admits, her eyes dropping to the tall glasses of tea still clutched in her hands. She hands one to me and places the other one on the small mosaic-topped table between us.