Page 106 of It's About Time
Fighting the instinct to swallow his cum, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, letting the milky liquid drip down my tongue and lips.
He uses his thumb to swipe my mouth clean and then pushes it back inside. “Jesus fucking Christ, Dilynne. You…are fucking perfect.”
I swallow as he helps me stand up and then walks me over to my Camaro.
“God, I want to defile every inch of you for making me come that fast,” he says, planting me right against the hood of my car as he unbuttons his shirt, releasing the buttons one by one.
“So you’ve thought about that, huh?” I tease him, eager to know what’s about to happen next, even though in my head, I’m still trying to process what the hell just happened.
But my body is completely alert and voraciously objects to the idea of us stopping.
The corner of his mouth lifts. “More than I care to admit, Dilynne.”
I reach out and stroke his cock that’s still half hard. “Funny. I never thought this would be something we would be doing…at all.”
“Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head instantly, fighting to keep my breathing even. “No. Not even a little.”
He pushes his shirt from his torso, revealing his well-defined chest and abs, and the happy trail of dark hair that leads to his cock that seems to be getting hard again already. “Good, because this pussy is mine tonight, Dilynne. I’m going to eat you, finger you,andmake you squirt. And then I’m going to fuck you with my cock until you think I might rip you in two. Sound good?”
Um. Yes.
Why, yes it does.
“As long as we put ‘Death by Dick’ on my tombstone,” I say a little too breathlessly.
His chuckle is short, but when he cradles my face in his hands, I melt a little too easily. “Trust me, the last thing I want to do is fuck you to death. That means I wouldn’t be able to do it again.” His mouth descends on mine, kissing me deeply while I contemplate his words.
Again. Elliot made it clear he wants this more than once, and he’s already thinking about the next time.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks me between kisses.
“I have an IUD. I’m in the I-don’t-want-kids-club,remember?”
“Well, I don’t have a condom, Dil,” he says. “This wasn’t what I expected when I came here tonight, but I’m clean. I got tested after…”
“I believe you,” I say as my hand continues to stroke him. “And trust me, I want to feel this piercing.”
“Oh, you will, along with every inch of me until you can’t fucking breathe.”
Elliot unhooks my overalls and pushes them down to the floor. I step out of my boots and then the denim before reaching for the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head, tossing it to the side.
Standing before Elliot in nothing but my bra and underwear makes me feel more vulnerable than I expected.
As if he senses it, he pulls me by the waist into his chest. “This would probably be a good time to tell you that I’ve jacked off with your bra about seven times since you left it in my office.”
My eyes bug out. “What?”
He reaches behind me and pops the clasp on my bra, letting it fall down my chest and arms before stuffing it into the pocket of his slacks. “This one will now be added to my collection.” Leaning forward, he takes my nipple into his mouth, pulling on the bud and swirling his tongue around it.
My head falls back as I moan, “Oh, shit.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to lick these nipples,” he mumbles around me while pinching the other one between his thumb and forefinger.
I bury my hands in his hair as he pays attention to my other breast. “Tell me.”
“You might think I’m crazy.”
