Wild: Tiger's Blood MC (14 page)

Elliot chuckled. “Something like that,” he said. His eyes glowed intensely and I shivered, feeling overcome with lust. “What have you been doing, Persephone?”

I glared at him. “I haven’t been doing shit,” I said. “And furthermore, even if I
had
been doing something, I’m a goddamn free woman. I can do whatever I want, and you can’t stop me.”

Elliot came closer and my heart thumped against the walls of my chest. “Is that so?” he asked in a low, weighted voice. “So, you’re a free woman, are you?”

I nodded, my resolve weakening by the second. When Elliot was this close, I felt like I couldn’t control my own goddamn body.

“Of course,” I snarled.

“Well then,” Elliot said. The tension crackled between us and I felt myself getting lost in his eyes with each passing second. “I don’t know what to say, Persephone.” He stepped closer and my eyes tracked his every movement, focusing on his muscular arms and hands. “I really don’t know what to do.”

“What are you talking about?” My voice came out breathy and hot with lust.

Seconds passed where we just stared at each other. Elliot was so close that I could smell the faint whiff of tobacco and whiskey on his breath. Before I knew what was happening, he’d wrapped me in his arms and we were kissing.

It wasn’t like before. It wasn’t anything like before. Elliot’s lips were rough and desperate, pressing against mine like I was the oxygen he needed. I moaned softly as Elliot twisted his hands into my black hair, yanking my head back and covering my neck and throat with passionate kisses. As desire rose in my body like a flame, I wrapped my arms around Elliot’s neck and pulled him closer. When Elliot slipped his tongue into my mouth, I thought I’d die of happiness and lust. Being this close to him again was rocking my world. As we kissed harder, I felt sweat break out all over my body. My heart was thumping and the place between my legs was growing damp and moist. I could feel my wetness trickling out of me, smearing all over my panties as Elliot’s kisses grew hungrier with each passing second.

“Oh god,” Elliot groaned. He pulled away and looked at me. Lust and passion blazed in his eyes, making them look black with desire. He shuddered and reached out, stroking a hand down the front of my shirt. As his fingers connected with my rock-hard nipples, I moaned loudly, never breaking eye contact with Elliot. I shivered as his hands slipped under my shirt and tugged it over my head, leaving me naked from the waist up.

The air inside the bedroom was slightly cool and goose bumps broke out over my skin as Elliot tossed my shirt to the side. He swallowed hungrily at the sight of my bare breasts looming before him, and I barely had to move before his mouth was fastened on one of my nipples, licking and sucking until I was moaning in ecstasy. It felt so good; it had
never
felt like this. Not even before, not even when we were in love. I closed my eyes and rolled my head, crying Elliot’s name until my throat was hoarse. Between my legs was a sodden mass as Elliot’s tongue wriggled over my breasts, lavishing attention on my nipples and the soft curve of skin underneath. As his fingers dragged down my back, I shuddered and pressed my body against Elliot, desperate for more of his delicious, fiery touch.

“God, Elliot, touch me,” I moaned as I slipped my hands under Elliot’s shirt and pulled it over his head. I had to stop and gasp at his muscular chest, taking in every scar, every tattoo. He looked different than he had as a boy. Even though Elliot had always been ripped and toned, his body had a hard quality now that nineteen-year-olds just didn’t possess. I moaned as I stroked my hands down his skin. He was surprisingly soft; I’d expected him to feel strong and rough, like his looks.

“That feels good,” Elliot groaned in a strained voice as I slipped my hands under the waistband of his pants. Remembering Vero and the blowjobs she’d given to the Russians, I felt another burst of shame at how I’d fingered myself and watched.
Well, maybe tonight I can have both
, I thought suddenly. As I tugged Elliot’s pants down and made him step out of them, I stared at the size of his massive erection. Even through his briefs, I could tell that he was extremely well hung. I moaned as Elliot pinched and tweaked my nipples.

“Are you just gonna stare at it?” Elliot’s cocky voice sent shivers through my body. I rubbed his cock, first softly, then a little harder, through the material of his underwear. Elliot closed his eyes and threw his head back. His skin was hot and I could see blood rising to the surface, indicating how turned on he was. As I tugged his briefs down, Elliot groaned in anticipation.

Naked, he was beautiful. He was like Adonis. I shuddered as I ran my hands down Elliot’s muscular thighs that were covered in little blond hairs. He flexed his legs and I shivered at the feel of his powerful muscles moving in my hands. His cock bobbed in front of my face and impulsively, I stuck out my tongue and licked the head. Elliot groaned and looked down at me. Without breaking eye contact, I took the first couple inches of him into my mouth and sucked lightly. Elliot groaned again as I wrapped my hand around the base and began to pump up and down, creating a vacuum with my hands. Against my touch, Elliot’s cock was soft as rose petals. I loved the salty, musky tang of him in my mouth as I maneuvered over the head of his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive area on the base. Elliot tangled his fingers in my hair and thrust in my mouth. As I continued to work the shaft, spit dripped out of my mouth and landed on my breasts. The wet touch reminded me of earlier and with a slight blush on my cheeks, I reached my free hand down between my legs. My knees were spread and my labia were parted, exposing my pussy and ass to the cool air of the room. When my fingers made contact with my clit I gasped on Elliot’s cock, choking forward and taking the whole erection into my mouth and down my throat. Elliot chuckled as he gazed down at me.

“That is so fucking hot,” Elliot mumbled. His cry was heated with desire and lust. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I could only moan in response as I rubbed my fingers frantically over my swollen, soaked clit while bobbing my head on Elliot’s cock. I shivered as pleasure raced and swirled through my body. My clit began to feel like the center of the universe, radiating hot, sensual joy through every nerve, every cell. When I could feel my orgasm building, I shoved my hips in the same rhythm of my hand and increased my strokes on Elliot’s cock. Just as I was about to come, Elliot pushed me backwards. The motion caught me unaware and I tumbled onto my back, legs splayed in the air.

Elliot stood over me, grinning. “Stay like that,” he said. “Stay exactly like that.” I shuddered as I watched him get down on his knees and nuzzle the inside of my thigh. Wiping my damp hand on the bed, I tangled my fingers in Elliot’s hair and gasped as he began to crawl towards me in slow, controlled movements.

“Elliot,” I moaned, writhing around on my back. Underneath me the duvet felt as soft as a cloud. “Elliot, I want you so much!”

Elliot chuckled, sending a tremor of pleasure and lust through my body. The feel of his warm breath on my bare, sensitive skin was enough to ignite a giant passion inside of me and I rolled around, desperate to feel his touch and mouth against my pussy. When he finally slipped two fingers inside of me, I gasped. Elliot fastened his mouth on my clit and began to suck, gently at first, then more intensely. Pleasure swirled through my body and I couldn’t stop myself from lifting my hips of the bed and grinding into Elliot’s face with wild abandon.

“God,” I moaned, closing my eyes and tugging on Elliot’s scalp. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, please,” I murmured. Elliot’s tongue began flicking over my clit and I thrust my hips up in the air as the sensation rocketed through my body. As he wriggled his fingers inside of me, I groaned, anticipating how good his cock would feel when it ripped me apart. Just as I was about to come for the first time, Elliot pulled away.

The cessation of pleasure felt almost painful. My clit was thumping hard and my crotch was soaking wet. Elliot grinned at me as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“So,” Elliot said in a low, sensual voice. “You want me, Persephone?”

Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, until our foreheads were touching. This close, Elliot’s eyes looked a dark pit into his soul. The intimacy felt too startling and I had to close my eyes and swallow hard.

“Just fuck me,” I mumbled. “Please. I need you.”

Elliot’s cock slid into my pussy, making me gasp. As always, he was a perfect fit. It almost hurt for a moment but when he was all the way inside, it felt delicious and perfect. I opened my eyes and ground my hips against Elliot’s pelvis, wrapping my legs around his waist so that his pubic bone would press against my clit every time he thrust inside of me. Elliot groaned and began to rock his hips. He moved slowly at first, then faster and more passionately. Our bodies ground and moved together and with every inch of his cock that slid inside of me, I felt my face get hotter and hotter with lust. Elliot was grunting and thrusting hard against me when I felt my lower belly start to cramp deliciously. He grabbed my wrists together with one hand and held them over my head, pounding into me as he never had before. The sensation was so intense that tears leaked out of my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. Elliot raised his body above mine and used his free hand to fondle my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples between his fingers until I was crying hoarsely with pleasure. The feelings and sensations moving around my body felt so incredible that I knew I couldn’t take any more, I was going to come.

Leaning close, I bit Elliot’s earlobe and shoved my tongue inside his ear. He groaned and shivered, rubbing his body against mine. The sensation of his muscles pressing against my soft skin made me sigh with happiness and his long, even thrusts slowly built me up to a powerful orgasm.

“God,” I moaned into Elliot’s ear. “God, Elliot, I’m gonna come so hard for you.”

Elliot grunted in reply. He kept my hands pinned over my head but lay down on top of me until our chests were pressed together. The muscles in my thighs were aching but the burning pleasure in my clit was growing hotter by the second. Everything in my body was tingling; even my
hair
felt amazing. As Elliot’s strong chest rubbed against my nipples, I cried out and writhed underneath of him. Sweat broke out all over Elliot’s body and I rubbed at his back with both hands, twisting and moaning with the insatiable lust that had somehow overtaken me and my senses.

Elliot gasped and his body tensed. As every muscle in his strong torso clenched and relaxed, I could feel his cock gushing cum inside my sopping pussy. The sensation of him coming inside me was thrilling and dangerous, and I threw my head back and let my own orgasm roll over me like a truck. The sensation felt like someone was gripping me between my legs and it got stronger and stronger until my pleasure was a white-hot speck of light in my lower belly. Then, it broke and I felt it radiate throughout my body in strong waves. My clit throbbed as the powerful sensation overtook all of my senses. Everything was Elliot: his feel, his taste, his touch.

When it was over, we lay still like that for a moment, still locked together. I could feel my pussy clamping around Elliot’s cock; when he slid out of me, it was almost painful. The bed beneath us was soaked with sweat, cum, and my juices and I rolled onto my side and glanced at the muscular man whose heart I’d broken so many years before.

“That was incredible,” I murmured. “God, I needed that.”

Elliot didn’t reply. He swallowed hard and sat up, wiping his forehead with an equally sweaty hand. He glanced at the floor and then finally turned back around, staring at me intensely. “Did you know that was going to happen?”

“No,” I said truthfully.
But I hoped that it would
, I added in my mind, not breaking eye contact.

Elliot nodded, almost as if somehow, he’d managed to hear me. “Me neither,” Elliot said. He let out a long sigh. “I’m going downstairs to get some water. You need anything?”

I shook my head. Now that the lust and passion had been exorcised from my body, I felt almost shy around him again. When I realized Elliot was staring at my tits, I pulled the sheet over my body.

“It’s not fair to look at me like that,” I teased. “You know we’re probably never gonna fuck again like that. You can’t stare at something you don’t own.”

Elliot raised his eyebrows. I thought he was going to laugh and make a joke but instead, he lowered himself down on the bed and crawled towards my face. “I can do anything I want,” Elliot said in a low growl. He kissed me passionately, gently exploring my mouth with his tongue. Pleasure and lust spiked in my body as I smelled my own musky pussy juice coating his lips. Eagerly, I stuck my tongue out and gently licked Elliot clean. The act itself was enough to turn me on again, and I shivered as Elliot pulled away.