Page 51 of Finding Elodie
“When we get to my place, I can pour you a glass of wine and we could sit on the couch and make small talk and maybe watch a movie. I can seduce you with long, slow kisses while we pretend to be interested in the television,” he told her.
“Or?” Elodie asked.
“I can do my best to wait to take your clothes off until we get to my bedroom. No promises though. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me, then I’ll fuck you hard and fast, getting our first orgasms out of the way. Then I’ll eat you out, maybe convince you to suck on my cock, then we’ll make love again. I’d like to say it’ll be slow and sweet, but I have a feeling it’ll be a long time before I can ever go slow once I get inside your hot, wet body.”
“Holy shit,” Elodie breathed. “That. I want that. The second one. I feel as if I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t get inside me.”
Mustang shifted in his seat and brought a hand down to his crotch to adjust his cock. He saw Elodie’s eyes fasten on his movements and smirked. “Sorry, I’m so fucking hard it’s almost impossible to drive.”
“Better you than me,” she quipped.
“I’ve got condoms,” Mustang told her. “Not because I’ve had anyone back to my place in months, but because they’re a part of our regular kit when we get deployed. They’re handy to make sure the muzzles of our weapons don’t get wet, and a hundred other uses. I bought a new box the other week.”
Elodie laughed. “You’re a regular Boy Scout,” she told him.
“Not even close,” Mustang replied. “But I’ll never do anything that would put you in danger. I’m clean, but as close as I feel to you, we don’t really know each other well enough to have unprotected sex.”
“I’m not on birth control,” Elodie said. “I thought about it, but my body doesn’t react well to the hormones. So I appreciate you not being a dick about wearing a condom.”
“As I said, I’d never do anything to hurt you, El.”
“I haven’t had sex in a while.”
“How long’s a while?” Mustang asked.
“Over a year.”
Mustang couldn’t help but inhale deeply. He couldn’t deny that he liked that. Liked that she hadn’t been with anyone in so long. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me,” he told her.
“That’s not gonna be an issue, Scott,” she said. “I’m practically dripping right now.”
“Fuck,” he swore. “You can’t say shit like that to me while I’m driving.” He shifted again, trying to relieve the pressure on his dick. Luckily he was wearing shorts and not more restrictive pants, like jeans or his cargo pants, but his cock still wanted out of the confines of his boxers and shorts.
When Elodie reached over and put her hand on his thigh as he drove, it didn’t help matters any. But Mustang covered her hand with his own, refusing to let her pull back. He wanted her hands on him any way he could get them, even if it meant he had to experience a little sensual pain.
As he pulled into his parking lot, he said, “Last chance to change your mind. That offer of wine and relaxation is still open.”
Elodie squeezed his thigh and said, “No. I want you. I have for months. I’ve fantasized about this moment for too long to want to waste time with seduction and foreplay. I need you, Scott. All of you.”
Slamming the truck into gear, Mustang hopped out the second he cut the engine. He went around the pickup and shut Elodie’s door for her after she slid out. He didn’t pick her up again, but wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side as he headed for the lobby of his apartment complex.
No one was around when they got into the elevator, and as much as Mustang wanted to pull the straps of her dress down her shoulders and feast on her tits, he refrained. He knew once he started undressing her, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He could wait another thirty seconds. Maybe.
They walked down his hallway without a word, and Mustang unlocked his door. He put a hand on the small of Elodie’s back and urged her inside.
The second the door shut and he’d locked it, Mustang was on her.
Chapter Ten
Elodie’s back hit the wall next to Scott’s front door and before she could take a full breath, his mouth was on hers. He was devouring her; there was no other word for it. And Elodie gave as good as she got.
This wasn’t a gentle seduction. Their teeth gnashed together and their hands frantically tried to touch everything at once. Elodie felt the straps of her dress being pushed off her shoulders and down. Then she lost Scott’s mouth as he bent toward her chest. She’d worn a strapless bra, and it didn’t take much effort at all for Scott to wrench it down so it was around her belly. Her nipples peaked in the chilly air, and before she could think too much about what was happening, Scott had taken her into his mouth.
Groaning, Elodie did her best to undo the snap of Scott’s shorts and shove them down. Then her hands pulled his shirt up, and for a second she didn’t think he was going to remove his mouth from her breast to let her pull the shirt over his head. But he pulled away, tore his own shirt off, then bent to her breast again.
Elodie had a split second to see the tattoo on his left arm before she had to shut her eyes once more. The way Scott’s beard was brushing over her chest was erotic as hell; she’d never felt anything like it before. He wasn’t teasing either, was sucking at her nipple hard as his hand kneaded the sensitive flesh of her other breast.
“Scott,” she moaned as she undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor.
