Page 108 of It's About Time
When he stands, he wipes his mouth on the back of his arm and then kicks off his shoes, pants, and underwear to the side before lining himself up to my entrance. “You ready to be fucked?”
I lift my head and meet his eyes. “Oh God. I just came…”
“I told you my plans for you, Dilynne. If you can’t take it, then I…”
I reach up and pull him down to me by his neck. “Fuck me.Now.”
He enters me fully with one thrust. “With pleasure.”
“Oh.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “God.” Thrust.
With his forehead on mine, he pounds into me, harder and harder, almost to the brink of pain from his size.
AndGod, his size.
God, that piercing.
Jesus, take the wheel because I’m officially not in control anymore.
“So fucking tight. So fucking wet, Dilynne.” His hips slam into the back of my thighs, over and over. “This pussy loves that fucking piercing, doesn’t she?”
“Jesus,” I moan between his thrusts, feeling fuller than I ever have with another man. Elliot grips my hips so tight, I’m sure he’s going to leave a bruise, but he never relents. He’s strong, holding me in place, deliberate in the flick of his hips, and takes my nipple into his mouth as he pounds into me, sending every nerve ending in my body on high alert.
“I’m gonna come, Elliot,” I moan as his piercing strokes along my walls, hitting places inside me I didn’t even know existed.
“Yes, baby. Break for me. Soak my cock.” Reaching between us, he rubs my clit again. “You gonna squirt for me again?”
I peer down at the sight of him sliding in and out of me. “I—I don’t know.”
“Let me feel it. Drench the fucking hood of this car, Dilynne.” His lips cover my nipple as he keeps fucking me, bringing me to the edge.
And then I shatter.
Wetness seeps from me, my legs shake as each tremor of pleasure wracks my body, and when Elliot releases my nipple and then finds my mouth, swallowing my screams, I nearly black out.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, Dilynne,” he tells me when his lips leave mine. “In you or on you, baby?”
“On me,” I pant. “I—I want to see it.”
He picks up his pace, sliding in and out of me a few more times before grunting, “Shit!” When he pulls out of me, his hand wraps around his shaft and pulls, and then white ribbons of his cum paint my stomach.
I watch with bated breath as he marks me, and then when he’s finally done, I lie back on the car, fighting for air.
Elliot’s chest rises and falls with his breaths, but his eyes are locked on me. When I finally look up at him, I say, “Well, that just, uh…happened.”
He smirks. “Yes, it fucking did. Now let me clean you up.”
Once Elliot and I are dressed again, the entire energy in the garage has shifted. For the first time in years, I’m nervous about what comes next.
I shouldn’t be though, right?
That was just years of pent-up sexual frustration that we released.
Oh God. Does that mean that we aren’t going to argue anymore?
How boring.
“Dilynne…” Elliot stares at me, and the energy between us is much more awkward than I expected. “We should probably…”
