Page 18 of The Naughty List

“And right now,” he says, closing what little space had been left mere seconds ago. “Right now you’re thinking about how it’s strange that I’ve noticed the little things. Like fidgeting with your necklace. The way your light skin reddens so easily. But, Tillie…” Elliott grabs both of my hands and squeezes them. “It’s so fucking unbelievably hard not to notice someone like you. And damn, I’ve tried. I told myself I wouldn’t go near you after that night at Ivy House but then you were laughing with my mom and getting close to my brother and Clara. You were everywhere all the time, and you’re making me crazy with those tiny glimpses of your smile and your laugh when you let your guard down. I think I’m about done trying to stay away.” He brings both my hands up and kisses the backs of them. “I think I’m done denying myself of the very thing I can’t keep my mind off of.”

SIXTEEN

ELLIOTT

We’rea frenzy of tangled limbs and panting breaths as she nods and I pull her into me, my lips finding hers. I pick her up into my arms and she wraps her legs around my body as I devour her mouth. She reciprocates with eagerness, her hands fisting my hair as my tongues explores her mouth with pure, relentless need.

I walk us over to the living room as Tillie starts to unbutton my pants, and I pull back to look at her as I set her on the couch.

“Don’t you dare stop now,” she says, her voice breathy, a desperate need I’ve never heard from her lingering in the air. My mouth finds hers again on instinct as she tugs my pants down and stands. I tug my coat off and she does the same, then, before I can even realize what she’s doing, she’s sinking down onto her knees before me and freeing me from my boxers. “I need this, Elliott. Is this okay?” she asks and I fucking nod because of course this is okay. A beautiful woman on her knees for me? There’s literally nothing not okay with that.

She grips the base of my hard cock and starts to stroke me, her eyes never leaving mine as she darts her tongue out and licks me form base to tip. I’m the first to break eye contact because my eyes roll back in my head, pleasure overtaking every inch of my body.

“Fuck, Tillie…” I manage to get out as she sucks the head of my cock into her warm mouth and swirls her tongue around my tip, leaving me fucking writhing under her touch. My hands find the back of her head and I apply light pressure, guiding her down farther and farther onto my cock until she takes my entire length down her throat, gagging on me. Her pretty eyes water and she fucking smiles.

I swear this feisty woman is going to be the death of me.

“Good girl, Tillie. Fuck. You’re taking my cock so well right now,” I coax her on and feel my release already building. She takes a break from deep throating me and strokes up and down as she sucks one of my balls into her mouth, using her tongue to apply pressure as she gently kneads the other in her free hand. It’s too fucking much. And if I don’t stop her, I know this is going to end before it’s even began.

“My turn,” I tell her as she takes my cock down her throat one more time, tears flowing down her cheeks as she gags herself on my length again. “Fuck, you know exactly how to suck a cock, don’t you? You’re going to kill me with that mouth of yours,” I tell her, bringing her up to stand. She makes a move for the couch but I grab her hand and carry her to the bedroom. “I’m not fucking you on the couch.”

“Why?” she asks, giggling. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard a true giggle escape her lips and it’s so fucking refreshing l coming from her. This woman who is constantly working and trying to appease everyone else…it’s like she’s finally lowering her guard down, and it’s such a beautiful thing to witness. “I don’t mind the couch. I want you.” Her words strike something inside of me as I cross over the threshold of the bedroom and throw her onto the bed—gently, but still with enough force that she looks at me with surprise in her eyes.

“Because you’re too fucking good to be fucked on the couch like a whore.”

I swear a small gasp comes from her lips.

“Elliott Winters, what a mouth you have on you,” she says and I shake my head, unable to help the smile that curls the corners of my lips. “Do you have protection?” she asks as she peels her sweater and shirt off, leaving her in nothing but a black lace bra that is a sharp contrast to her flawless skin. Her hair fans out around her as she lies back on the bed, looking like God’s fucking gift to mankind. I know I’m going to be picturing her like this in my mind for a long, long time. She wriggles out of her pants, and I see the matching black underwear, the only thing separating me from what I’m craving the most right now.

Her sweet fucking pussy.

Something I’ve been dying to get a tase of for weeks, even when she was mouthing off to me. Probably even more in those moments.

I rip my shirt off and lower myself onto her, kissing her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. My cock strains against her thigh—almost painfully—and her hand finds me, stroking again. I kiss down her chin, along her jaw, and down her neck, tasting every inch of her skin before I get to her tits. After sliding the straps down her shoulders, I free her perfect tits from the fabric and rock back on my heels as I take her.

“So fucking gorgeous, Tillie,” I say, because no words are enough to really tell her how I’m feeling right now. Her round, perky tits are on full display for me, already hardened nipples practically begging to be sucked.

And I fucking oblige.

I take one of her peaks into my mouth and gently suck and bite as she moans, and I swear it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I work her with my tongue and slowly bring my fingers to her center. After sliding her leggings down and baring her to me, I run my finger between her folds.

“So fucking wet. Is that for me, Firecracker?” I ask her and she moans again in response. “Use your words, Tillie,” I say.

“Y-yes,” she says, fervently nodding her head. “I want you. I need you inside of me, Elliott. Please.”

Fuck.

Her begging me like that is enough to send me over the edge and she’s not even fucking touching me right now.

“I don’t have protection, but I’m clean. I was tested at my annual check-up early last month and I haven’t been with anyone since,” I tell her honestly. It isn’t like I was planning to be intimate with Tillie when we came for what was supposed to be a short trip to get the cabin ready. I didn’t think I would need a condom.

She nods again, then says, “Me too. I’ve been tested and it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. Please, Elliott.” She bucks toward me as I insert two fingers inside of her, unable to hold off any longer. She lets out a long, contented sigh as I curl my fingers and hit the spot where I know she needs me most. Her fingers fist the sheets as I work into her, and before long, I can’t hold myself back.

“I’m going to fuck you, Tillie. I need to know that’s okay with you.”

“God damn, Elliott, could I make it any more clearer?” she asks and we both laugh. Ever the smartass.

“Words,” I say.

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