TWENTY-THREE
ELLE
Somewhere between my shoulder blades crashing against the cushioned seat and Graham telling me just how beautiful my cunt looks tonight—those are his exact words—I come to terms with the fact that I’m in New York. In a restaurant that’s been cleared out just so Senator Sexy-Ass can seduce me. And that Graham’s filthy-talking mouth is now buried between my thighs, lapping hungrily at my core like it’s his last meal.
Is this real life?
If it’s not, if I’m dreaming again, I sure as hell don’t want to wake up and float back down to reality.
“I don’t want you to come yet,” he tells me, pressing one of his knuckles to my clit. He rubs a slow circle, replaces his finger with his mouth, and sucks gently. A broken hum escapes my lips and he growls, “If you’re going to come already, we’re going to have to take this slower.”
Fisting my fingers through his dark hair, I arch my back to meet the powerful strokes of his tongue. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want anything right now but his mouth and his hand and his cock. “I won’t come.”
It’s a lie, and he chuckles, the heat from his mouth devastating me. “Your voice gets all deep when you’re not telling the truth. We should definitely slow down.”
I grind my teeth. “Oh my God, please...” I cry, but a wave of pleasure washes over me. He taps the inside of my thigh. Then the other. “Please,” I rasp.
He wrenches his mouth from my body. “Please what?” he demands. His brown eyes stare me down, stripping away my inhibitions. “I want to hear you beg, dove.”
“Please don’t stop,” I pant. Not now. I want him too much. Need him. I feel like I’ve waited too long just for him to deny me. Like I’ve been through hell and back for this man that I’ll crumble if he doesn’t finish this time. “Please don’t take this away from me.”
“Why the fuck would I stop?” He inhales through his nose and releases the breath from parted lips. “We’re too far into this for me to even consider that. I just want to savor every part of your delicious body. Slowly. There will be time for quick later, but not tonight.”
Sliding his powerful hands beneath my ass, he boosts my hips to give himself better access to my sex. He explores me with the tip of his tongue, from my clit to my pussy. The muscles in my feet spasm.
“You have no idea how good you taste.” His lips close and meet the opening of my sex. “You have no idea at all.”
“Tell me,” I plead. I fist his hair in my hands. “Please.”
He slides his fingertip into me, moving it in a circle, before pulling it out and licking it clean. “You’re a drug, Eleanor. A fucking drug. You’re so soft.” His voice is low, almost a whisper. “I don’t want this to end.”
I don’t want that either. I’ve never felt anything like what he’s doing to me at this very moment, and I can’t imagine never feeling this way again. I crave Graham. The uncertainty. The kick in the gut when he opens his awful mouth. The way it hurts when his fingers scorch my skin. I crave the sensation in my chest—my ribcage shrinking in on my heart—whenever he turns his eyes on me.
“I want to be inside of you,” he says, pausing after every word to work my body over with a swipe of his skillful tongue. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Then do it.” I shut my eyes, sucking in my belly because I feel the orgasm building. I moan, bang my head into the booth behind it, and then tell him in a voice that pulsates, “Fuck me, Graham.”
Clutching my ass harder, he plunges his tongue as deep inside of me as it will go. I buck my hips. He rolls his tongue deep within my sex in a mind-blowing circular motion, and I shudder, tightening my muscles. He groans in pleasure.
“I need to come.”
He responds to my confession by parting my ass cheeks. “You just think you need to,” he tells me. He gently strokes one of his fingertips over my asshole, pulling a loud gasp from the back of my throat. “No coming yet.”
“I-I’ve never been touched there.”
He laughs. “So you lied to me that night in my car.”
“Y-yes.”
“I already knew that. Just wanted to hear you admit it.” He eases the tip of his finger inside. Drives his tongue deeper into my pussy as I drive my hips up to meet the feverish strokes of his mouth. As much as I try to stop myself, it’s a waste of time trying to hold back the tiny tremors that begin to weigh my limbs and threaten to shatter my body.
“Not yet,” I murmur, squeezing my eyes tightly together. “Please not yet.”
I cry out in disappointment when he pulls his tongue out of me. “Do you want to come?” He blows a harsh breath against my belly button.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to keep fucking you?”
“Yes.”
He exhales against each of my hipbones, and I tingle all over. “Make up your fucking mind, Ms. Courtney,” he teases. “Do you want to come, or do you want me to continue licking you clean?”
“I want it all!” I shriek.
Carefully—the most patient he’s been since he first touched me with his mouth—he finishes sliding his finger into my asshole. I tilt my head just in time to see him close his eyes and breathe in and out in an attempt to maintain control over the situation.
“Good,” he finally says. He draws my clit between his teeth again, sucking more relentlessly than before. The climax seizes my body, owning me, sending a new sensation through me that makes me go limp. I release his hair. “I’m going to give it all to you, Elle,” he promises.
After he finishes licking and tasting and stroking my body, and I’m no longer quivering so violently, Graham straightens my dress. He apologizes for letting our food get cold. And then, he excuses himself to the restroom. When he returns, we eat in silence, as if the last thirty minutes never happened.
It’s the calm that scares the hell out of me.
It leaves me terrified that this night will end with him giving me the cold shoulder, and I worry, fidgeting with my pearls when AJ picks us up from the restaurant and drives us to Graham’s apartment. But the moment we’re behind closed doors again, he pins me to the wall, knocking the breath out of me.
I curve my body against his. “I thought we were done,” I admit.
“Nowhere near it.”
“I’m glad,” I whisper, and he holds my face between his hands and crushes his lips to mine, kissing me with an urgency that causes me to moan against his mouth. The same mouth that had driven me to spasms earlier tonight. I want it on me again. Kissing me, licking me, touching me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Eleanor.” He inclines his head to one side to search my gaze for any sign of an argument. “I’m going to fuck out four weeks of frustration into your beautiful body, do you understand?” Shivering, I nod, and he continues, “I’m going to ring in the New Year with your pussy squeezing my cock until I come, and then we’re going to do it all over again.”
Bobbing my head, I roll my tongue over my lips. “I’m ready.” I sag against him and tremble when he unzips my dress. It falls in a black puddle on the floor.
The last time I stepped into his bedroom, the cold shades of black and white had intimidated me, but this time I’m prepared. I sit on the edge of his bed, watching him shrug off his clothing and admiring his beautiful bronze body.
I will never be able to read an article or look at Graham Delaney on television again without picturing tonight—the way he looks in the moonlight. The sinewy muscles. That hand carving through dark hair just before he turns to me.
“It’s not polite to stare,” he says.
I suck in a breath as I whip my gaze from his length. “Would you rather I look away?”
“No,” he says. He approaches me slowly and leans over the bed. Before I can stop myself, I spit in my hand, wrap my fingers around his shaft, and move my fingers up and down. “Sweet, Elle, but your hand is the last thing on my mind right now.”
But he doesn’t stop me from what I’m doing when I ask, “Then how do you want me?”
“On your stomach, with your ass in the air and your fingers touching the headboard.”
“Are you...” I swallow down the sudden lump in my throat. Even though his finger had been in my ass earlier, I still can’t quite bring myself to say it. “You’re not going to do it there, right?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet, but I will.” He points to the center of his massive bed. “On your stomach.”
Waiting for him on the bed, I’m a mess. A few seconds after I hear the wrapper of the condom rip, though, I feel his erection hot and heavy against my ass cheek. Rubbing his hand back and forth over my sex, he groans.
“Fuck, how can you be so wet all the time?”
I glance over my shoulder at the pained expression on his face. “I can go dry off,” I whisper.
Leaning forward, he gives my breast a harsh pump, rolling my nipple between his fingertips. “Fuck no. It’s amazing.”
“Then don’t complain,” I say. I’m ready to give him another smart-ass remark, but then he trails the head of his cock between my folds, sliding the tip inside me. I already knew he was large, but that knowledge still doesn’t prepare me for the sudden fullness I feel.
“Ohhh,” I gasp.
“Figured that would shut you up.” He holds my waist with one hand, spanks me with the other, and then caresses my stinging flesh. I tighten my sex around him in response. “Turn around, Elle. Ass in the air. Hands on the headboard.”
Once I comply, he grips my waist with both hands. Without another word, drives himself hard and deep inside of me.