Chapter Five
Elliott
My apartment might as well have been a prison. It felt too much like a cage, like obstacles in the way of what I wanted. Of Sam. I paced the living room, a whiskey sour in one hand, my phone in the other. Hours. It’d been hours since I’d last texted her, and she’d yet to respond.
I tried again and again to make a plan for what to do next. Flowers and gifts were out, more texts seemed almost fruitless. I couldn’t even show up at her place and beg her to take me back because, from what I understood, she lived in an apartment at the marina, which meant her parents were a little too close for comfort. If I went to Bundt and Grind to see her, she might treat me differently than before, which people could notice. Besides, I couldn’t talk to her the way I wanted to there. Not with so many customers around, so many students. If I pushed too hard, everything could come crashing down. All I could do was wait. All I could hope for was her forgiveness.
I was not good at waiting.
The whiskey burned as I took a sip, and the lights of the ferry boat slowly drifted across the blackness outside my windows. I’d picked this apartment for the view, but knowing no one could see inside because of the height of the building was only an added bonus. There was nothing to interrupt the skyline, nothing to block the picturesque lake just a stone’s throw away. During the day I could watch the waves crash against the rocky shore and catch glimpses of the lighthouse being refurbished around the outcropping that protected the ferry dock. At night, I saw mostly sky and stars. Pinpricks of light against velvety black, broken by the occasional boat. The view was beautiful on a good day, but on a bad one, the sense of isolation could be suffocating. It was not a good day.
I was right in the middle of wishing I’d installed some sort of curtains so I could close myself off from the rest of the world when a knock sounded at my door. I stood and stared at it for a good five seconds, unwilling to hope. Knowing there was no one else who might possibly be coming to see me, especially late at night. It could be her...it might be.
Why wasn’t I answering the fucking door?
I made it across the living room in three strides, made it to the doorway in five. With one last breath and a prayer that this was it, that my future would be on the other side of the door, I turned the handle and opened it.
“Sam.” The word was a whispered plea. A surrender. And she knew it.
She looked up at me with those big, dark eyes. Scared. Brave. “I got your texts.”
That was it. All I needed to know, all that needed to be said right then. Four words, and I knew she’d eventually forgive me for being an idiot and wasting time trying to keep us apart. She wouldn’t have shown up otherwise, and I wasn’t about to waste another second.
I pulled her inside, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my lips to hers without hesitation. Fuck social norms and awkward beginnings. This was Sam...my girl.
She kissed me back with fervor, her body saying all I needed to hear. The I’m still mad at you that screamed from her almost violently clutching at my hair. The but I fucking missed you she showed in the way she clung to me. The absolute and utter claim over me as she slid her tongue against mine. Unmistakable, my girl’s actions.
Sam kicked the door closed, the slam not even giving us a moment’s pause. I walked us backward into the living room. Refusing to let her go for a second. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, couldn’t stop running them all over her body. Every bit of skin I could uncover, every curve I could finally access, was a celebration. A gift. And I was going to savor them all.
“Want you naked,” I mumbled against her lips before biting the full bottom one simply because I could.
Sam sighed and dragged her hands down my back, pressing us even closer. “I’m not stopping you.”
Perfect.
Stumbling, pulling her to exactly where I wanted, I undressed her like a starving man uncovering a treasure trove of food. Quickly, and without care for what was discarded. Her shirt flew toward the kitchen, her bra landing somewhere on the couch, pants pushed down, underwear tugged with them. I had her naked in record time. Naked and with her back pressed against the window I’d been staring out of only moments before.
“Someone might see,” she said as she unbuckled my slacks, her fingers fumbling slightly when I leaned down to take a nipple between my lips. Fuck, she tasted good. I wanted to lick her all over, but she obviously had other plans. She shoved me back, giving herself room to work on undressing me at least partially. She finally got my pants opened with a triumphant groan. My belt pulled them down to my ankles, and I kicked them off.
I moved my lips up to her neck, palming her breasts as well. “We’re too high, and that’s the lake behind you.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “I bet the view is fabulous.”
“This one’s better.” I ran a finger over her cheek, down her neck, along her collarbone. She was gorgeous. Stunning. A study in form and function. Curvy but lithe, muscled but soft. “You are beyond beautiful.”
Sam smiled up at me, giving me one last sweet kiss. “You probably say that to all the girls.”
There was no self-consciousness in her tone, no sense of seeking info. That didn’t matter though. I wanted her to know. To understand my obsession. “No. None. It’s been you since I moved here. I swear it.”
She shook her head, lips parted as she ran her hands up and over my chest. “How are you real?”
“I was about to ask you the same question.” I leaned in for another kiss, but she refused me. With the naughtiest smirk imaginable, she dropped down, settling on her knees between my legs and the glass. “Sam?”
“You got to taste me,” she said as she gripped my hips. “It’s my turn to have some fun.”
Oh fuck. I pressed both hands to the window, staring down as my girl grabbed my cock. As she glanced up at me with that confidence I’d always admired. My thighs shook and my knees almost gave out when she stroked me. Her hand was hot and soft, so much better than my own. But her lips? The feel of them brushing the tip of my cock while she stared up at me with a sultry grin?
Life-changing.
“My girl.” I rocked slightly, groaning as she took me between those plump lips. I wanted to capture the moment forever, to memorize every detail of the picture before me. Sam, naked and on her knees, the ferry lights in the distance behind her white against the black of night, and our own reflections shining back at me. A picture of seduction and lust. So fucking perfect.
“Your girl wants to feel you come on her tongue.” Sam opened wide, swallowing me down without a single bit of hesitation. Teasing the underside of my cock before drawing me in deep.
I wanted to close my eyes, to fall into the sensations of her sucking my cock, but the view was too filthy. Lips pulled tight around me, her eyes staring into mine. Her tan fingers gripping me tight as she tried to take more. There was no way I was going to last more than a few minutes.
I thrust slowly, pressing deeper on every pass. Giving her time to adjust as I held myself back from flat-out fucking her face. I wanted to—felt the need to fist her hair and pull her against me until I came down her throat—but tonight wasn’t the night for that. We’d play those games later. No matter how good this all felt, what I really wanted wasn’t her mouth or her hand. Which was why I couldn’t let her continue.
“Get up here. I don’t want to come in your mouth our first time together.” I pulled Sam to her feet, groaning as my cock slid out of her mouth. So fucking pretty. I herded her until her back touched the glass and smiled when she hissed at the contact. “Cold, baby?”
“A little.”
“Not for long.” I pressed my hips to hers, grinding my cock against her. “What do you need me to do here, Sam? Should I get protection? I’m clean, I swear.”
She shivered as I reached down and rolled her clit between my thumb and finger, as I teased her pussy. “I... I’m on something. And I haven’t had sex in months.”
I bit down on her neck and slid one finger back to delve through the wetness between her legs. “Fucking perfect. Everything about you is fucking perfect.”
“Quit talking and fuck me, Elliott.”
Grabbing her thighs, I lifted her into my arms and headed for the bedroom. I’d take her in front of the window later. This—our first time together—needed to be something more than a quick screw against the glass. It needed to have meaning, to have substance. It needed to be in my bed.
I carried her into my room, laying her out on my dark sheets like some sort of gift. Like an offering.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
“You might’ve told me that already.” Her hands didn’t shake as she reached for me, and her smile never faltered. My girl was down to fuck, and I was more than happy to oblige.
Taking my time to kiss my way up her body, I climbed over top of Sam. I spread her legs and placed one wet, messy kiss to her clit as a reminder of the day she rode my face. My cock twitched at those memories, leaking come against the skin of her thigh as I continued moving upward. He had to wait. I was taking my time, enjoying every second that I teased her skin with my lips. Until finally, I reached her neck and allowed the rest of my body to settle on top of hers.
She wrapped herself around me, welcoming me. Clinging to me. “I’ve dreamt of this,” she whispered as I nudged my hips between her thighs.
“Me too, princess. Every night since I met you.”
There was no doubting she was ready for me. I’d felt it on my finger and lips, could feel it still on the tip of my cock as I pressed against her. She was wet and swollen. Needy. Mine. I slid inside bare, groaning as her warmth swallowed me whole, shaking as her heat and softness enveloped my cock in a way that made it almost impossible to think. Her body accepting me was everything I could have asked for, her nails digging into my shoulders everything I needed to encourage me. This was it...this was us. Finally.
I kept my thrusts slow and my hips pressed to hers. Grinding on every push forward, whispering filthy words when I was forced to pull out. Sam moaned and sighed, rocking her hips with mine. Taking me deeper on every pass.
“So soft,” I whispered against her lips. I pulled her leg up so her calf rested on my shoulder. “So fucking tight. Your pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?” I thrust harder, moving faster as I kept her leg high. As I opened her up for me. “Want to make you come, princess. Want to feel it.”
“Just keep...that. Do that.” She arched into me as I ground my hips against hers. I did the same move again and again, repeating the pattern she seemed to like best. The one that made her eyes close and her mouth fall open. “Oh God. Elliott.”
I practically fell on her and bunny-fucked her through the mattress, the tightness in my stomach warning me of my impending orgasm. My name on her lips said in that breathy tone? My doom. Completely. I would’ve given the world to hear her say it again. Would’ve handed over everything I owned for it. Just once more.
“You’re so fucking wet, princess,” I said as I turned her slightly to increase pressure on her clit. “Are you ready to come? Is this what gets you off? Me teasing that little clit while I pound your pussy. Do I need to do more? Should I give it a little pinch to get your attention?”
I did as I said I would, pinching her clit and giving it a rub for good measure. Sam jerked and gasped, her nails dragging across my back in a way that would leave marks. I looked forward to every fucking one of them.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Her entire body locked down when I rubbed her clit a second time, her breath catching as she squeezed the fuck out of my cock. One moment, one second of complete stillness from her, and then she fell. Pulsing, writhing, biting her lip as she tried to pull me closer and push me away at the same time.
I thrust through her orgasm, completely captivated by the look of intense release on her face. By the way she clung to me. And when I came, when I finally reached my pinnacle and fell over it, I did it buried deep inside her pussy. Claiming her as mine. Knowing there was no turning back from this. Ever. She just didn’t know it yet.
Much later, after cleaning up, grabbing a couple of drinks, and heading back to bed to lie naked in one another’s arms, I whispered the only words I could. The only ones that mattered.
“Stay with me.”
Sam cuddled closer, running her fingers through the hair on my chest. “We still need to talk about things.”
“I know.” I kissed the top of her head and tangled my legs with hers. “I was an idiot. I don’t know what to do here, though.”
“We’ll figure it out, but we have to do it together. This isn’t just your show.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do it again.”
“Never.” I bit her ear, kissing it when she hissed. “So you’ll stay with me? At least for the night.”
“Yes, I’ll stay tonight.”
And that was going to have to be good enough. For now. I’d tackle the rest of the nights as they came.