Page 40 of Vicious Deception
“I don’t want to come yet.” He pulls my hand away from his cock, and I note the sadness returning to his voice. “Not . . . not yet.”
“We’ll do all those things,” I say, hoping to give him a few more minutes of comfort before we have to face reality again.
“All of them,” he echoes quietly, his fingers still moving inside me.
“And more,” I tell him. “Once we’re together again.”
He nods and rests his forehead against mine. I kiss him, letting the sadness fade again so I can focus on him. We fall deeper into each other, both of us doing our best to forget the harsh reality that lies outside this motel room.
“Wren,” he murmurs, curling his fingers and hitting my g-spot perfectly.
“I need you inside of me,” I breathe out, guiding him into me.
Elliot groans. As he pushes in deeper, I grab onto his arms, relishing in the feeling of having him close again. I’ve missed this—missed everything about him.
The past week and a half, I haven’t had many sexual desires, but when my body needed release, I couldn’t get myself there. Every time I tried to make myself come, I’d inevitably think of the guys, and then I’d start crying.
Now, with Elliot thrusting into me, the sensations are all my mind can process. He keeps his thumb on my clit as his lips move against mine. His free arm is holding up one of my legs, spreading me wider for him. It makes him hit the perfect spot inside me, and I feel the beginnings of an orgasm building.
“Ell,” I moan as he picks up his pace. My gaze drops to where his cock is sliding in and out of me. This doesn’t feel real, yet it’s all Icanfeel.
“Wren, fuck,” Elliot chokes out. His whole body shudders as he slows his thrusts. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his tear-stained cheeks pressing against my skin as he comes.
My eyes are squeezed shut as I place a tender kiss to Elliot’s head. As he stops moving, the pleasure fades from my body. It’s replaced with the same ache in my chest that’s been present since the moment I realized the guys weren’t coming home, except now it’s ten times more painful.
How am I supposed to let him go?
“I didn’t . . . didn’t want to come that fast,” he says breathlessly.
“It’s okay.” I move to get down, not wanting him to have to hold any of my weight when he sounds so tired.
“Uh uh.” He grabs my ass, and he lifts me fully into his arms. “We’re not done until you come.”
“Elliot, it’s okay, we don’t—”
“No.”
The way he says it quells my protests. Elliot needs this—possibly more than I do.
Holding me gently, Elliot walks over to the bed and sets me on the edge. He kneels in front of me, spreading my thighs and staring at me longingly. “God, I’ve missed this.”
As I prop myself up on my elbows, Elliot lowers his head and gently swipes his tongue over my clit. I inhale sharply.
“Love,” he groans as he slips two fingers into me. He curls them expertly as he sucks on my clit.
I keep my moans quiet, unsure of how much Axel and Finn can hear outside. My stomach tightens, and my eyes begin to close, but I blink them open again, wanting to savor every second we have. I keep my gaze locked on Elliot as his arms wrap around my thighs.
This can’t be our last time.
It can’t be.
I won’t let it be.
“Ell,” I whisper, trying to ignore the pressure building behind my eyes.
His eyes meet mine for a brief second before he closes them again. As he sucks on my clit, he flicks it with his tongue, ripping a breathless moan from me.
Within seconds, I’m falling, clapping a hand over my mouth to stifle my cry. As I come, tears fill my eyes, and I sob out Elliot’s name. Pleasure courses through me, making my thoughts foggy, but pain chases it all. My tears spill onto my cheeks as he pulls his head away, and he frowns.