Page 69 of Riot House
“Now, Elodie.”
Fire and brimstone simmer in her eyes, a little of that defiant spirit finally breaking through her nerves. There’s a message for me on her face, plain as day, as she sits up, reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra:Careful, Jacobi. Talk to me like that again and I’ll bite your fucking dick off.
I’d probably let her, too, if it meant she’d slipped it inside that pretty mouth first.
She never takes her eyes off me as she shrugs her bra straps from her shoulders and the material drops, leaving her chest bare. She’s fucking perfect, just like I knew she would be. Not big, and not small, her tits are the perfect fucking size. Her skin is like fresh poured cream, completely flawless. Her nipples are the softest shade of pink, so pale and pretty that I can’t stop myself from groaning. My mouth’s already watering at the prospect of sucking on those nipples. My hands are aching, begging to be full of her. Elodie smiles as she shimmies her panties over her hips, pushing them down her thighs.
The cord inside me snaps.
I grab the black, sheer material, ripping it from her body with one hand, baring my teeth in an approximation of a smile as I offer them back to her. “On the nightstand,” I repeat. “Then on your back for me, Little E. I want to get a proper look at you.”
She places her bra and her panties on the small table beside the bed, just as I’ve told her to, and then she carries out the second part of my command, lying down on the bed. Her hands rest by her sides, but her fingers spasm and twitch, letting me know that she’s desperate to cover herself with them.
Mercilessly slow, I climb up onto the bed and crawl up the mattress, shoving her legs open again so that I’m kneeling between them. She closes her eyes for a second, knowing what’s coming.
“Open,” I order. “All the way. I want to see all of you. Your clit. Your pussy. Your asshole. Wider, Elodie.” I growl when she only inches her legs apart a fraction. “Wider.”
Her legs tremble as she gives me what I want. I bite the inside of my cheek, staring down at her, losing my fucking mind as I scan every minute detail of her most secret, most sacred parts. Her clit’s swollen and glistening, wet like a pearl. Her flesh is slick, flushed darker around her opening, but a pale, pale pink like her nipples everywhere else. I’ve never really cared about anal before, but my need to inspect Elodie’s asshole is tantamount to fucking criminal. She’s so good, so pure, that witnessing the most taboo part of her angelic body makes my dick so hard that it feels like I’ll come if she so much as fucking breathes in my direction.
I don’t fuck around.
I don’t hold back.
I reach out and I touch her like I already own her, like she’salwaysbeen mine. Her wet heat coats my fingertips, covering them in her desire, and I cannot fucking look away. She goes stiff, so rigid that fingers drive into the sheets, forming fists around the material. When I look up at her, her eyes are clenched shut.
“Breathe,” I tell her. “Unless you’re into auto-erotic asphyxiation. In which case, carry on.”
She inhales, her ribs showing through her skin, her tits heaving, nipples peaked—the most devastatingly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—and when she breathes out, I push my fingers inside her. Inside her pussyandher ass.
Her eyes fly open. “Holyfuck,” she hisses. God knows how she does it, but she locks her legs up even tighter. The pressure around my fingers, up to the second knuckle inside of her, reaches intense levels as she fights to accommodate the alien sensation. God, this is just too fucking good…
“I knew you’d been fucked before,” I snarl. “But you’ve been holding out on me, Little E. You’reassis virgin, isn’t it?”
She blows out a long, steady, calming breath, nodding her head against the pillows. “Ahh…yes,” she whispers.
“Are you going to let me fuck you there?” I rumble.
She pants, breathing in sharp, shallow gasps. “Yes,” she says. “I—I—oh my god…”
Too pleased to think straight, I take my hand away, and she melts right into the mattress. I am going to have a lot of fun with this girl. If my suspicions are right, she’ll be the most fun I’ve ever had. Before she can open her eyes, I drop down onto my stomach, my cock complaining bitterly at the lack of attention, and I sink myself down between her legs, burying myself in her pussy.
“Fuck! Oh—oh gggo—WREN!”
Using my front teeth, I nip savagely at the inside of her thigh. “No.” I chide her like she’s a misbehaving child. “What did I tell you? Pax and Dash can’t hear this.” I can’t tell her how miserable my housemates will make her life if they know about this. They’ll taunt and ridicule her in front of everyone at the academy, and I won’t fucking have that.
She looks down the length of her body, nodding frantically. “Okay. Okay.”
Once I trust that she’s got a handle on herself, her bottom lip firmly trapped between her teeth…I get to work.
Eating pussy well is not just a skill. It’s a God-given talent that I’ve been reliably informed not all men are blessed with.Ican have a girl screaming and shaking with nothing more than the very tip of my tongue in less than a minute, though. I can have her denouncing her god and claiming me as her new religion in the time it takes most men to figure out where the clitoris is. Eating a girl’s cunt is intimate as shit, though. I rarely like a girl enough to bother with it at all, but tonight’s different.
If I could spend the rest of my life with my face buried in Elodie Stillwater’s sweet, perfect pussy, I would die a happy death. She fists my hair, her thighs squeezing around my head, and I take my fucking time with her. Her frantic, staccato breathing brings her to the edge of hyperventilating while I lick, and lave, and suck, driving my tongue inside her and fucking her with it. Three separate times, she bucks against my mouth, pleading and whispering for me to let her come before I give in and shove her over the edge of her climax, sucking the sweetness of her into my mouth, allowing her to coat my tongue as she comes.
She’s fucking magnificent. She’s incredible. She’smesmerizingas she writhes beneath me, shivering out her pleasure, and I feel something jarring grind to a halt in my brain. Like a clock that’s beentick, tick, tickingfor the past three years, has suddenly just…stopped.
The silence is deafening.
Sitting back onto my heels, I lick her from my lips, savoring the taste. The restraint I’ve been showing up until now has finally run out. “On your stomach,” I tell her. Elodie peers up at me through hooded eyes, her lips swollen and red. The post orgasm glow she’s radiating makes me want to fucking weep. She’ssofucking beautiful.
