CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Addison
Message received loud and clear.
If this mansion is a-rocking, don’t come a-knocking.
—TheTea.com
He’s obsessed with my body. Just my body and the magic it makes with his.
And I can give him that magic. I can rule him for right now.
“No. I don’t like having you obsessed,” I rasp, using his thighs for balance to stand. “I love it.”
Elijah sits up and reaches for me, but I shake my head. Watching him wipe sweat from his forehead and upper lip with satisfaction, I peel my panties down to my ankles. Nice and slow. With a harsh sound, he once again reaches for me, but I use all my strength to push him backward on the lounge. He could easily turn the tables and manhandle me, but he’s too excited to see what I’ll do next, that big chest shuddering with anticipation. That thick trunk of flesh—still shiny from my mouth—lies rigid on his abdomen, veins running in every direction and bisecting. Pulsing. Needing relief.
My lust being given unlimited power sends a thrilling shudder down my spine.
I love this man.
There’s no sense in tiptoeing around something so rooted in fact. Buried so deep in the soil of my being. Despite the love that has been growing since day one, though, he makes me suffer. I want to praise him and torture him at the same time.
I’ve been holding back since the beginning when it comes to this man. But I don’t have to right now. Not with my body and touch—and the freedom is staggering. Yes, praise and torture are exactly what I’m going to give him.
I drop forward, catching myself on the edges of the lounge, crawling up Elijah’s big body until I’m straddling his hips. “What was it you said, Captain?” I tease him with an almost-kiss, leaving him groaning as I drag my tongue across the breadth of his chest. My teeth catch a nipple and tug, jerking his hips off the lounge. “That you’re going to ‘pound me’?”
My tone is a cross between sex line operator and baby talk. There’s no doubt that he loves the way I pout my way through the question while rubbing our naked bodies together. His neck muscles are strained, eyes unfocused. “Yes. God, yes. I just want to pound you.”
I let my wet flesh settle lightly on top of his erection…and I skim up and back…touching him just enough to make him choke. “But what if I pound you first?”
With a growl, he reaches down and begins to stroke himself—fast and hard—so that his knuckles graze my clit again and again until I let loose a sob. “You keep pouting those lips at me,” Elijah warns, “I’m going to wrap them around my cock again.”
His threat makes me shake. Shake. Do it, I almost cry out. But having this man at my mercy is too intoxicating. I’m not giving it up so easily. I take his wrist and pull his hand away from where it pleasures his flesh, pinning it down to the left of his head. I do the same with his right and watch his eyes go molten at my breasts swaying so close to his panting mouth. What I do next is nothing short of hedonism. A giving in to the needs of the body. I slide and grind on his hard inches until his flesh pushes apart my feminine lips. And I rub myself from root to tip with a shameless moan.
Elijah strains beneath me, a string of epithets leaving his mouth. “Sugar, you’re going to make me come carrying on like that,” he grits out.
I press my lips to his ear and force a little whine into my voice, even though it takes all my concentration. He’s so big. So big and perfect and mine for the night. “But I’m wrapped around that big part of you, just like you wanted.”
“Sink me in deep or shut your little mouth.” He frees his hands, slapping the right one down on my backside, shocking us both. But the flicker of worry in his gaze vanishes when I react like a complete heathen, diving for his lips like they’re the gates of heaven. Oh my God. Oh my God, Elijah just spanked me. I’m so wet between my thighs that I’m dragging myself all over his erection in an attempt to drown in the kiss and grind on his lap at the same time. He’s too tall for me to do both with any success, so I’m reduced to a desperate up and back slide that kicks off a rough rumble in his chest. A warning that trouble is coming, because I’m being a bad girl by not obeying. And when did I lose control of this situation?
His mouth. I can’t accept enough of his tongue, can’t touch enough of it with mine. His hands aren’t being the least bit gentle with my bottom, bruising it with brutal fingers and jerking me up and down on his erection. Every once in a while, he lets go with his right hand to deliver another resounding smack and it makes me increasingly mindless. Racing toward my orgasm and his. “You want the real thing?” he says, giving my backside a sound slap, then taking a fistful of my hair. “Or are you going to play on it all night?”
“Want it. Want it.”
I only feel his hand between us for a second, before the entire swollen length of his manhood rams home, stranding me on the brink of climax, my thighs shaking like leaves. “Elijah. Elijah. Elijah.”
“Addison,” he shudders out, lifting me up with his hips. “Fuck me.”
Those two words remind me of my goal. To praise and torture and make myself a lasting memory for this man. I’ve got him right where I want him and I’m going to ignore the fact that he’s so beloved and beautiful he’s making my chest hurt. I’m going to ignore that and be the best he’s ever had. When he’s pleasuring himself in the shower a decade from now, he’s going to remember the girl who knew his secrets, his needs better than anyone. “You’re so huge,” I manage, riding to the tip of his arousal and lowering myself back to the root with a whimper. “I bet it gets uncomfortable with that big bulge in your shorts, doesn’t it? Poor baby. I bet you need to adjust yourself on camera all the time, but you can’t. You just have to leave it crammed up behind your belt until you get somewhere private.”
I can’t describe the way he’s looking at me, except to say it’s exactly what I’m craving. I’m a blessing, a curse, a mystery and his only means of satisfaction. Sweat rolls down the side of his temple, his hips giving a mean upward thrust. “Final warning, Addison.”
“Let me play,” I lean down to whisper against his mouth. “Just for a while?”
Let it never be said that Elijah Montgomery Du Pont isn’t a gentleman to the core of his being, because he can’t deny my request any more than he could spit on the sidewalk. With his chest rising and falling rapidly, he reaches back and grips the top of the lounge, bracing himself. “Some part of it gets pinched between the crease of my pants and my thigh. Every damn time.” He raises a damp eyebrow at me. “You happy now?”
I love you. I almost blurt it out right then and there. But I press my lips together at the last second and ride him instead. It works to distract me immediately, the insane pressure of him throbbing against my walls. The friction of him leaving me, sinking back in. My nipples trail up and down his chest as I work my hips forward and back, pressing down tight on his sensitive balls and earning myself grateful exhalations of my name. “What would everyone say if they knew…their mayor is so big and thick, it hurts to sit down?” I loosen my hips and bounce-bounce-grind, over and over, until he’s speaking in another language, his knuckles white where he grips the lounge. “You shouldn’t be allowed in polite company with this big thing dangling between your thighs, Elijah. Especially when it gets hard. Shame on you, Captain Du Pont.” I bite down on his nipple, laving it with my tongue. “You better apologize.”
The muscles of his body bunch head to toe. “Addison.”
I stop moving.
“Fuck,” he explodes. “Christ. Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”
Having some mercy on him—and myself—I bring our bodies flush and let him devour me with a frustrated kiss. And I go for broke riding him, gasping when his fingers dig into my hips and encourage me with nothing short of savage brutality, hot air bursting from his nostrils, grunts vibrating his body and mine. “God. You’re hitting me in all the right spots, baby,” I murmur against his mouth, my lower body beginning to clench, clench. “All at once.”
“Guess it’s worth the discomfort when I sit, isn’t it?” Before I know what’s happening, Elijah rises and flips our positions, stealing my breath as I land on my back. He falls on top of me, pressing me down into the lounge and driving deep—hard—between my thighs, muffling my scream with his hand. “I don’t fuck around with final warnings.”
I come, screaming and thrashing, on his first thrust. It’s brought on by a million little things, like his beard brushing my cheek, his scent greeting my nose, his full weight on top of me. Something I’ve always fantasized about. His fat, heavy sex. Yes, that, too. It presses in, seemingly from all sides, Elijah’s hips circling and milking the orgasm from my body. Rolling his lower body against mine when I teeter down the other side of the peak, his mouth and tongue at my neck, licking and biting and sucking.
“Oh my god. Keep going. Elijah, please.”
“Apologize for being a cock tease when I haven’t fucked you in a week.” He drags his teeth down the side of my neck, sinking them into my shoulder. “Apologize.”
“Sorry! I’m sorry.”
My legs are seized in rough hands, knees yanked up around his waist. I’ve been allowed to have my fun with the captain and now I’m his plaything. He doesn’t spare a second using me, either, grunting into my neck as he pounds me, just as he promised. Stars wink behind my eyes, my limbs turning restless as another crescendo builds inside me. “You need to cream again, do it soon,” he growls. “Can’t be patient. Not when you’re offering up that tight pussy to me on a platter.”
I find my nipples and squeeze them between my knuckles, dropping my thighs open wide. Almost there. Again. Again. Please. In the end, it’s watching Elijah’s jaw lose power, his eyes going blind that shoots me over the edge once more, my back arching off the lounge as euphoria strikes.
“Addison.”
I take his thrusting buttocks in my hands and yank him deep, crossing my ankles at the small of his back. “That’s right,” I gasp. “You want to fill me to the top, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He bares his teeth against my mouth, opens my knees wide and pumps one final time. “This is mine.”
“Always,” I whisper, floating into paradise when he collapses on top of me, his breath pelting my neck. My bones have disintegrated, my thoughts scattered on the wind. Before any unwanted reminders can intrude, I savor the moment, recording it with my heart. I bury my fingers in his hair and drag them along his scalp, a dreamy smile transforming my lips when he sighs and presses closer. As if to say, feels good more scratching. I give in and trail my fingers through his hair, rearranging it and smoothing it back to its original position. His fingertips begin to trail up and down my side, his mouth laying kisses on my collarbone, chin and neck.
When a swelling starts inside my rib cage, I know I’ve let the affection go on long enough, though. I can’t get used to this. It will kill me to walk away. Or I’ll start to hope for something he can’t give me. With regret running in my veins, I kiss his temple and nudge him, sliding out from beneath his giant body.
I paste a saucy expression on my face, standing up and stretching my arms up over my head. “We done good, Captain.”
A line appears between his eyebrows as he sits up, running his gaze up my naked body, landing on my face. “We done better than good.”
“Yeah. We did,” I whisper, reaching out to rub my thumb along his lower lip. “I have to be up early. Kiss me good night?”
He almost knocks me over, lunging off the lounge and sweeping me up in his arms, my feet leaving the floor. For a heady string of seconds, he does nothing but look me hard in the eye, our foreheads pressed together. What is he seeing? Oh God, I’m too exposed. It’s too soon after I let my guard down to reinforce it as much as usual. He’s so mighty and confused and satisfied all at once that my head finally gives in to the swoon and falls back, my mouth opening to be devoured. Our tongues tangle and his hands start to slip lower, but I pull back, breathless. “Good night, Elijah.”
My back burns under his attention as I collect my things and leave, taking the stairs two at a time on the way to my room.