Page 70 of Riot House
Until I see the flicker of hurt on her face. She gets up onto her knees, turns around, then lowers herself onto her front. “Face down, ass up, right?” she says in a harsh voice.
I grab her hips and pull them back toward me, so that she has to go up onto her knees. So that I can see all of her perfect cunt, and her perfect, tight little asshole, as I settle myself behind her. I take my cock in my hands, relief already washing through with the knowledge that I’ll be up to the hilt inside her in a moment. I rub the tip of it up and down between her legs, smearing her come all over her flesh, making her quake.
“Has anyone ever told you how lovely you are, Little E? Has anyone ever worshipped you the way you were built to be worshipped?”
She shakes her head, jumping when I lightly trace my fingers over the center of her.Oh, E. I’ll show you what it is to be worshipped. I’ll show you just how good it can feel to be deified by a guy like me.She’s trembling, rocking her hips back, rubbing herself on me by the time I decide to stop teasing her and I sink myself into her pussy.
“Jesus…fucking…Christ!”There’s no resistance, but she’s so fucking tight, it wouldn’t take much to convince me that sheisa virgin. Her shoulders stiffen, a cry working free from her lips, and we both go very still for a long moment, coming to terms with what’s just happened. I’m inside her. I’m fucking inside her, and she feels so, so good.
“Wren—” she pants, her fingers grasping for the sheet again. And everything changes in the space between heartbeats.
What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck am I doingtoher?
Something nasty and uncomfortable creeps up the back of my neck—a strange and unfamiliar sensation that makes me pull away, gritting my teeth together so hard I hear one of them crack. My dick bobs, glossy with both our lust now, begging for me to thrust it back inside her…but I can’t. Not like this.
Elodie looks back at me, and there are two small, vertical lines between her eyebrows, worry in her eyes. “What—did I do something—”
“God, no,” I growl. In one swift move, I lunge for her, wrapping my arm around her waist and lifting her off the mattress. It’s the work of a second to slide myself to the edge of the bed, spin her around and plant her on my lap so that she’s facing me. She doesn’t resist as I grab her legs, guiding them around my waist.
Her face is three inches away from mine as I roll my hips back and up, guiding myself up so that I’m spearing her on my cock. Her head tips back, her eyes losing their focus, and she goes stiff in my arms again, hissing out a startled, “Shit! Oh my g—holyshit, Wren.”
I share her sentiments. It felt frighteningly good being inside her from behind, but now that we’re face to face and she’s clinging onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her afloat in a sea of madness, it feels… I don’t even know how to describe it.
Holding my breath, not wanting to move too quickly, I place one hand in the center of her back, pulling her closer to me, and I cup her neck, guiding her head back up so I can bring my mouth down on hers…
She huffs, her tongue sweet and tentative as she sweeps it past my lips into my mouth. I’m usually the one to claim a girl’s mouth, but shit…I hold very still while she kisses me, tasting and exploring me with a curiosity and a determined need of her own that makes my heart thump like a drum in my chest.
She rocks, grinding her hips against me, sliding up the length of my dick, and fucking fireworks light up the inside of my skull.
Fireworks.
Goddamn, bona fidefireworks.
It’s like the fucking fourth of July inside my head as I lean into her and I finally let myself kiss her back. Her breath skates across my face, her tits smashed up against my chest, and I lose all hope of controlling myself. It feels too good. It feels too strange. It feels new, and weird, and so intense, this bizarre connection that I’m feeling, that I don’t even know what to do with my hands. So, I give in. I stop trying to rein myself in, and I let it all happen.
We move as one, grinding against each other, mindlessly devouring each other’s mouths, and I don’t even know if she’s keeping quiet anymore. I don’t know if I’m keeping quiet. The only thing that matters is the feeling of her wrapped around me. Her mouth on my mouth. Her breath and my breath. My hands on her skin, and hers on mine, her nails raking across my back, the desperate, wordless pleading in her eyes as she arches away from me, her head falling back, and she shudders as she comes.
I’m managing to keep my shit on lockdown fairly well, pushing back the rising feeling that I’m gonna come, but the moment I see her surrendering to her orgasm, her nipples peaked and tight, her eyes rolling back into her head, I have no fucking choice in the matter.
I come with her, clenching my teeth and pressing my forehead against her collar bone, my ears fucking ringing, my head spinning like I’m trapped in a tailspin and I can’t even tell the difference between the ground and the spinning sky.
It ends. After a long, dizzying moment, trying to figure which way is fucking up, it ends. Elodie falls limp against me, her forehead beaded with a damp coat of sweat, her hair mussed and all over the place, and something foreign squeezes painfully in my chest.
This beautiful girl with the freckle on her chin, hair the color of sunlight, and a heart as fierce as a lion’s—she carefully lifts her hand and strokes my hair back out of my face, searching my features with a stunned look in her eyes. “That was—” she says, obviously struggling to find the right word.
“Intense?” I can’t move. If I do, this strange spell we’re trapped in will break and we’ll have to disentangle ourselves. I don’t want that. Not yet.
Her eyes shine brightly as she nods. “Yes. Intense. Why did you—” She trails off again, her fingers trailing down over my chest. She watches her own hand, golden and beautiful against my paler skin, as if she’s as stunned as I am that she’s actually touching me like this. “Why d’you move me?” she asks.
I laugh softly, arching an eyebrow at her. “Why? Wasn’t this position to your liking?”
She laughs, too, ducking to hide behind her hair. “No. It was perfectly satisfactory,” she says.
I jerk back, feigning surprise. “Satisfactory?”
She squeals when I bury my face into the crook of her neck and I bite her, reminding her that I still have teeth. Her question’s forgotten, which is a relief.
