Page 95 of Stumped

“I do?”

“You know everything about my career, you’ve tracked me this season. You love me.”

Her legs spread around my hips, heels resting on my lower back as we stare at each other. She cradles my face and traces my cheeks with her thumbs, down to my mouth and jaw. If I were to describe the way my heart feels, it would be a marching band playing "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Valli.

“I love you,” she finally says and my elbows buckle at the softness in her voice. At the earnest way she delivers it. “I really fucking do.” I give up all pretence of being totally calm and cool. I kiss her, hard. She’s smiling, lips curving against mine briefly before they part as my tongue sweeps out. A soft moan falls from her as the kiss turns passionate. I’ve never been kissed the way she does and I never want her to stop.

When I pull away and she whines, tugging on my hair as my mouth caresses her chest. I use one hand to support myself, while the other unties her robe and pushes it out of the way, exposing her warm naked skin to me. “Perfection,” I mumble and swirl my tongue around her nipples before sucking them into my mouth one at a time. She arches into my touch, pushing her breasts against me and I give in, taking my time with each hardened peak.

“Baby,please.”

I smile against her stomach at how casually she uses the term of endearment. When she squirms beneath me, I hold her hips down. She growls unhappily and I chuckle, sliding off the bed, putting my face at the perfect level with her lace covered pussy.

“Put your legs where they belong,” I tell her, referencing our conversation from a few weeks ago. Vera laughs, but lifts them one at a time and drapes them over my shoulders.

I kiss along the inside of her thighs and she threads her fingers through my hair, gently tugging on the strands. Withour eyes locked, I drag a finger down the length of her pussy, making sure to push through the lace. Her head lolls and I smirk, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her.

“Elias…” she whines, dragging it out and I bury my face in her pussy. My name turns into a gasping moan as I inhale. She shudders and I nip at the lace, then suck, getting my first taste of her this morning. She bucks her hips, as much as she can with my hands holding her steady. I nudge my nose against her clit and press the lace against her to suck again. This time, she pulls at my hair hard. I growl at the bite of pain, but don’t stop. I suck and lick as her body bows and undulates.

I tug her underwear to the side and taste her properly, long and slow. With every quiver of her body, I lick faster until I’m using my fingers to spread her open and dip my tongue inside. Vera mutters a string of curses, my name tied into them as well, and pushes against my mouth as I move and twist my tongue. Her hips jerk and I apply pressure to her clit. I continue to lick and her body shakes, fingers twisting in my hair.

To push her over the edge, I suck hard on her bundle of nerves. At the same time, I push two fingers into her and twist them. She cries out, body lifting off the bed as her walls clamp around me and she comes. Smiling, I pump my fingers, my tongue lapping at her clit as she shudders and rides out her orgasm.

I nip at her sensitive flesh and Vera whimpers, releasing my hair to push my head away. Laughing, I pull my fingers out and suck them clean as I climb over her again. She’s smiling wide, happiness etched into every inch of her face, I’m giddy knowing it’s because of me.

“How much will the Renegades miss you if I keep you tied to my bed so you can do that over and over and over again?”

“Not much,” I mumble as I kiss the tip of her nose. “But then you won’t be able to tell everyone about your man who made it to the finals.”

“Ugh,fine. I do want to show offmyman who hits sixes as effortlessly as he eats pussy.”

A laugh escapes me as she winks and she’s kissing me again, tongues battling for control as my dick wakes up again. I press my hips to hers and she moans, feeling how hard I am. “Food first, then we can do that as many times as you want.”

With a reluctant nod and grunt, I roll away. She takes off the robe and her underwear as she goes into the bathroom. When she returns, she’s wearing her standard large T-shirt with her stunning legs on display. Vera blows me a kiss and walks out of the room, leaving me in bed, thanking my lucky stars that of all the people in the world, she picked me.

Thirty-One. Wet and needy

Vera

Ever since Elias got back, things have slowed the fuck down. I was worried Dhruv would resurface and make our lives hell, do a tell-all with some publication and throw Elias under the bus. But he’s pretty quiet. I try not to celebrate, but it’s hard not to feel a sense of accomplishment that we knocked the asshole down. The articlefinallylost some of its momentum, but I still deactivated my social media accounts. The last thing I need is someone commenting on a random photograph and everyone seeing it. I will never apologise for living my life the way I do, but if it’s going to affect Elias or our relationship in any way, I will not stand by and let it happen.

This morning, I gathered the entire Lucky Shot team into the conference room and opened up about my relationship with Elias. While it’s no longer a secret and I didn’t owe them an explanation, I wanted to come clean. Unsurprisingly, they were excited for me and offered to get me special content over the rest of the week. I politely refused, because as much as I love the work they’re doing, I do not want them annoying Elias by sticking themselves in his face constantly.

The Renegades are in hardcore training mode, prepping for whichever team makes it through the second qualifier latertoday. Rajasthan won against Bengaluru in the Eliminator two days ago, so they take on the Legends to see who gets to play Chennai on home soil at the finals. According to Elias, both teams are exceptional and worthy of all the stress. I believe they’re going to be absolutely fine.

Speaking of which, Tamara convinced Elias to get tickets for the Rajasthan versus Mumbai match this evening. My plan was to spend a quiet evening with my boyfriend before we were separated for the finals. I only ever wanted to be at Chepauk for the finals, but clearly I’m being ignored. Which is why I’m not surprised to find Elias, Bash and Samar at my newspaper-covered dining table doing arts and crafts.What the hell?

In my bedroom, Tamara’s pacing up and down and groans when she sees me.

“What did you do?”

“Ispentthenightwithpatrickanditwasthebestsexofmylife.”

All I heard wasPatrickandsex, and now I’m really worried. “Slowly, with spaces.”

“I fucked Patrick. It was the best sex of my life.”

“How...”

---